Aila worked until the problems were corrected, which included four of the twenty foot long internal walls that had no floor to ceiling supports underneath them. They had to be moved a bit at a time, and sometimes completely replaced.

"Master, it feels like the upstairs was designed around the rooms, rather than the way it should be built." Elena said after she sat down, and tried to catch her breath.

"You're correct, little one." Aila said, and gave her a burst of earth element and life elements. "I'll need to push the outer walls outward. It will no longer follow the intended architecture, but follow the proper supports. I just don't have the time to rearrange it yet. We need so many things done!"

"Master." Nuri stood in front of her, which made her sigh.

"Yes?" She wasn't disrespectful as she felt a large amount of affection for all her wives, and even more so for Nuri.

"Shaala is working hard, but she's only one person. In addition to the clothes, you've also entrusted the quilts, window coverings, and the door blankets to her. Her fingers are going to cramp, and her eyes go bad." Nuri said quietly. "We need to take some of this work to the town, and get some older women to make it. She's not replacing good clothes, or making extras. She's making the first sets." Aila bit her bottom lip.

"Then we need to go into town and get measured properly." Aila lowered her eyes. "But Shaala will make our inner wear. And I only trust her when it comes to my clothes." Her eyes lifted as she said that part. Nuri smiled.

"Agreed. The first set others can make, in order to get clothes on our backs. From that point onward, I would only trust Shaala too. She's our sister, and a lot more considerate to us." Shaala sniffed.

"Master, I didn't want to ask for the help, but I need it." She said sadly. "Window coverings, door blankets, quilts, sheets, and the clothes. I have your first set already finished, but didn't feel like it was good enough." Aila looked surprised.

"You made my first set already?" She asked, and watched her nod. "I want to see it!" She smiled wide, and giggled. "I have my first set of clothes made by my wife!" She stood up and ran over to lift Shaala from the floor. She hugged her around the hips, and swung her happily.

"I have clothes made by my wife! My first set made by my wife!" She was so happy that Shaala was speechless. Kaala smiled.

"I told you, Sha. She doesn't care if it doesn't fit. When she puts it on, she'll be so proud, and just get you to adjust it a little." Shaala blushed brightly, and soon found herself bent over and kissed so passionately, she lost her senses. Wind and life elements flowed into her body to the point that her consciousness opened it's eyes as a separate entity, while still connected to her body.

'What is going on?' She whispered. Wind flowed around her, and she murmured softly as it felt so comfortable.

Aila couldn't hear her internal voice, as like with the two sisters, her attention was elsewhere. Her attention was on her woman's lips, her tongue, and her murmurs. Not to mention how her large plump breasts were now pressed to her chest, but Aila couldn't wait to taste her again.

When Aila lifted her lips, she came back to herself, and looked into her eyes. Shaala could see pure white orbs with a green glow instead of eyes, but she could tell that she smiled at her.

"Master, you took my breath away." Shaala said, and was held upright.

"If you think that this kiss is something, you're going to love what happens tomorrow." Aila said, while Shaala blushed.

"Keep teasing me, and I'll hide your clothes!" She said with a firm look in her eyes. Aila grinned.

"You just want to see me naked." Aila teased her. Shaala blushed.

"Maybe." She whispered. "You can try on the clothes after you wash up, Master. Not before." Aila's mouth fell open, but soon felt her clothes get removed by the hands of the two whom she would be loving that night.

"Master, respect your wives. If they say you should be naked, and get washed up, then you should take off your clothes." Aila started to blush brightly.

"You're all so bad." She whispered. Nuri smiled, and lifted her naked body into her arms. She carried her down the stairs, and let both Shaala and Kaala prepare the water.

"You're not yet healthy, baby." Aila said softly. "You can't stress your body like this." Nuri smiled warmly.

"It is enough that you care for me, Master. However, it's not just my night. You know that, don't you?" Nuri said with a secret smile.

"Of course! Nadya is also my wife, and it's also her night!" Nuri only smiled, while Shaala and Kaala each came in with heated ancient spring water. They had already set a few more pots on the stove, and went over to Ellie, Elena, Ivadra, and Alara. They each blushed brightly, but also nodded when Aila was not watching.

Nuri and Nadya had a plan, and everyone was going to make it work.

* * *

"Master, those are your new clothes." Nuri had stepped into the bathtub with her, and helped to wash her entire body. Since she was also naked, it was less embarrassing, but Nuri's body was incredible in Aila's eyes.

Though she had a soft belly, thicker thighs, a lot of flesh was also in her bottom, and her absolutely huge breasts. Her breasts were as long as Aila's forearm, if not longer, but thicker than her head. Her soft body, along with her physical strength, allowed Aila to slip right in between her breasts, and get hugged right into her flesh.

If Nuri had been softer, she could have been surrounded by her flesh, but she only sank in a bit. Nuri had to use her thick thighs to capture her, her breasts to hold her, and her arms to enforce her will.

This kind of overpowering strength could only control her if she allowed it. It also controlled her actions because Aila was unwilling to harm her. Unlike others from Earth, she didn't see Nuri being overweight as a problem, but a condition she could fix. She wouldn't lose all her softness once her body returned to its natural size.

However, the unhealthy deposits made it difficult for Nuri to breathe, clogged her arteries, and made it hard on her joints. Once she lost the extra, and she stabilized, Aila would be happy with her body. Actually, Aila felt upset when she thought Nuri might lose weight and not have hugs as soft and warm as they are now.

She wanted to love this woman for the rest of her life, which was going to be a long one if Aila had anything to say about it.

"Here. Slip into your new shirt, Master." Shaala said as Nuri carried Aila down the stairs from the tub, and set her on the bed. Nuri looked at Shaala's eyes, and saw how nervous she was.

"Shaala." Nuri said firmly. Shaala looked up at her with a bit of fear. "Get a marking stick. You are not a slave. You are making Master new clothes, and didn't take her measurements. Now that you've made them, you'll need to adjust them for her body, not her heart." Aila smiled.

"She's right, Shaala." Aila slipped the shirt on over her head. "You made this with love, and forgot I'm not as big as my strength alludes to. Come on. Mark it and take your time to adjust it." Shaala sniffed, but Aila stopped her.

"Master?"

"I like the design. Don't change the look. Just adjust the fit." Aila said at her ear.  Shaala smiled.

"Yes, Master. I had hoped that you would like it." She looked down at the shirt and groaned. "Oh, bloody beast balls, I did make it to fit your heart, didn't I?" She blushed brightly. Nuri chuckled.

"Of course you did. Master has such a big heart, this shirt still wouldn't fit her if she was the size of her heart. Now mark it properly, and fix it in the morning." She looked into Shaala's eyes. "You still need a shower, and have something to do tonight, don't you?" Shaala blushed.

"You're right. I need to help the girls get washed for bed, and still take care of a few things. Thank you." Shaala marked the shirt, blushed brightly as Aila stripped it off, but her eyes couldn't leave her Master's body.

Aila wasn't stacked like Nuri, or her sister, Kaala, but her muscles were as hard as iron, and easy to see.

Their Master is as sexy as hell.