Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

73. My Forbidden Goddess

My Forbidden Goddess

SamsonHF

Summary:

Poor little Alice has just found herself in a fairly unenviable position: as the new Favoured of a long-lost goddess, she's slowly taking on the spirit's aspect, complete with all the...*Extra* things that make her so eye-catching. Will she be able to rid herself of this spirit's pervasive influence, or will she become the goddess' new avatar on Earth?

Notes:

Hey, peeps! Thanks for coming by and checking out another oldie-but-goldie from my Hentai Foundry gallery :)

This one's all about corruption, female/female content, extremely dubious consent, and mind manipulation. It was another done with, uhh, "P-san."

Please, enjoy the story!

Chapter 1: A Forgotten Idol

Chapter Text

My Forbidden Goddess

Part I ‑ "A Worthy Vessel"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: April 18, 2017

Rrring!...Rrring!...Rrri-!

"Yes, this is Sir Reginald Grant, Head Curator of Her Majesty's national historic museum. How may I assist you, today?"

"Reginald, this is Sandra Winterson," she smiled, voice a friendly trill.

Straight away, the phone line buzzed with his easy chortle. "Sandra Winterson," he repeated. "My dear, it's been nearly two years! How have you been?"

The pretty, older lady ran her fingers down the receiver's cord, tossing a quick look over at the movers wheeling the last couple crates into the manor's front sitting room. Evidently, her husband's latest expedition had been a particularly fruitful one - it had been nearly two whole years since he had come home with over a dozen caches, and by God, that one had been worth a pretty penny. Smiling wider now, the woman gushed "Oh, I've been quite alright, dear. How's Margarete and Clyde?"

"Oh, Margie's doing just fine. Clyde just finished his second year of law school, he seems to be doing rather well for himself. I always knew he just needed a more competitive environment to really thrive."

Sandra made an impressed noise, face opening up in a bit of surprise. She could still remember when the boy had been an aimless layabout. He was really making something of himself, these days. She'd really have to remember to try and set up some kind of introduction between him and her daughter, one of these days.

"That's wonderful, Reginald, and I'm glad to say I have some good news for you on top of that," Sandra cooed, quickly turning to the real reason she had called. Raising her eyebrows, she smiled from ear to ear as she looked down into the opened crate at her legs, explaining "My husband's just came back from his expedition to India and Nepal. It looks to me like he's come across a good few things this time around, some of which I'm sure he'd love to donate to the museum."

"Ohh, excellent, very good," Reginald started off, but it wasn't long before Sandra was continuing.

Reaching into the crate, she raised an eyebrow as she struggled to pull out a small object, an obelisk of sorts, half the size of a bowling ball and yet somehow twice the weight, all the same. Giving it just one more idle examination, she explained "I can't be sure if there's any he'd prefer to keep for our private collection, but I'm sure that by the time he's sold off the rest to his usual clientele, he'll have paid for his trip expenses and back again, if not twofold. It's a shame, some of these weapons are in remarkably good shape, but I don't know if the national would take them. Some, I'm, um...Well, I'm legitimately curious about. I can't even begin to identify them."

Furrowing her brow, she stopped examining the idol, raising her chin as she looked off into the distance. "Reginald, I was hoping you might help me answer a quick question before I got started cataloguing all of Geoffrey's finds. There was this one particular specimen my husband recovered that's intrigued me from the moment I laid eyes on it - it's a shame, but I doubt I'd be able to send it to you, and in a moment you'll understand why."

"I'm all ears," he curiously answered.

Looking back down at the totem, the woman briefly narrowed her eyes in thought, lips barely moving as she spoke. "Perhaps Geoffrey can shed some light once he's put away his gear and taken a seat, but there was this odd totem alongside some other finds, and I'm trying to pin down precisely what it was meant for. My best guess is that it's some kind of fertility idol, but I don't recognize it from any Nepalese subculture. It's a woman, clearly, but she has a penis rather than, well, the usual arrangement. Do you know of any god or goddess from the region that might've been described as a hermaphrodite, or some other sort of revered figure, perhaps?"

"A hermaphroditic god of fertility? Hrm. Not from Nepal's history, no," Reginald slowly thought aloud. "That's not quite as common as one might expect. It certainly narrows down the search, however. It could be that this fertility idol of your's was brought to Nepal from another land. If you could identify the material it's made from, maybe it could help pin that down."

"Maybe," Sandra noncommittally replied. Certainly something to keep in mind, but it was a little outside of her expertise. Brow furrowing, she delicately brushed her thumb against the idol's swaddled head, feeling the coarse, threadbare fabric under her print. "The strangest thing is that Geoffrey found it with the head shrouded - it's been wrapped up with fabric and needlework. The stuff's so thin, I'm almost amazed it isn't just disintegrating in my hands as we speak." Narrowing her eyes, looking off at nothing in particular once more, she muttered "Why conceal the idol's face? Seems strange. If they had wanted to deface it, why not simply destroy it?"

"Well, there could be a lot of reasons for that," Reginald began, but Sandra's eyes were already darting over to the nearby doorway, watching as her daughter came strolling in like a kid into a candy shop. "It could be that they were too afraid of the deity to deface it outright, but it's a little unusual for that kind of fear to be assigned to a fertility god, of all things. Could be symbolic, I suppose, to blind the deity's view-"

Perhaps unwisely, Sandra cut him off from continuing. "I'm really very quite sorry, Reginald, but I think we'll have to finish this conversation later tonight," she hurriedly explained, smiling as she placed the fertility idol - shroud fortunately still intact - back inside the crate as delicately as she could. She shot her daughter a bit of a warning look, explaining as politely as she could "I'll call you once I've catalogued everything and it's a little more quiet around the manor, alright?"

"Oh, alright, my dear," Reginald remarked in a friendly sigh. "Do send Geoffrey my regards, will you? And Alice, too, the sweetheart."

"Of course, dear. Bye-bye now," Sandra cooed, quickly setting the receiver back into the cradle with a smart clack. As if on cue, Alice started working her way over, a smirking grin on her face as she tried getting a quick look into the opened crate at her mother's feet.

"I hope you weren't planning on leaving me out of this one," the pretty young thing chastised, glancing over at some workers as they struggled to wheel in a particularly heavy crate. Raising her eyebrows, she grabbed her hips and glanced back over at her mother with bright-eyed enthusiasm, chirping "What did father bring back this time? It's been years since he's gone to India, and I don't remember him ever going to Nepal, before."

Sandra's wariness of her own daughter's behaviour swiftly escalated from raised eyebrows and peeled eyes to a quick slap across the wrist when the curious girl tried reaching a hand into the crate. "He has gone to Nepal before, dear, you were nine when it happened - ah-ah, hands off!"

Alice pulled her hand back in a hurry, giving her mother an indignant look. Hey, ouch!

Sandra didn't relent with a smile. Leaving her eyebrows raised, she casually asserted "What have we talked about? I don't want another priceless artifact dropped to the floor and shattered into a million itty-bitty pieces. Crazy Glue tends to deflate the market value."

Instead of getting upset, Alice gave a disbelieving laugh, eyes widening as she hurried to blurt out "That was seventeen years ago, mother, I was six years old, for God's sake! Did you really expect I wouldn't have butterfingers?"

Sandra finally cracked a smile, but still spoke just as severely as she uttered "I did. Look where it got us: centuries-old dust in the carpet!"

"Oh, hardy har har," Alice grumbled, narrowing an eye. Once she heard her father coming along to check on the movers' progress, however, she was making a beeline for him, all grins at his return. For a few moments, Sandra just stood there, smiling to herself and watching the two, father and daughter reuniting after yet another of his months-long stretches away from home. It had never seemed to bother her much, growing up - her one complaint was that he didn't take her with him, of all things. Poor girl must've felt like he was going off on wild adventures without her. Sandra had tried telling her once, the reality really wasn't all that glamorous, but when a child didn't want to listen, all the wisdom in the world would just go in one ear and out the other. All a part of growing up.

She had always been a beautiful young thing, something Sandra was quite proud to say came from her side of the family - the women in Geoffrey's side of the family tree were ugly as pugs, bless their hearts. Alice was nearly the spitting image of a younger Sandra: five and a half feet tall, a brunette with long, mostly straight, rather satiny hair, and a fit, slender frame. With soft features, a dimpled chin, and a cute button nose, it was still so hard for Sandra to see anything but her little baby girl. Throw in those blue eyes and kissable lips, too? Sandra couldn't have been prouder. Alice had really lucked out in the gene department, thank God.

Geoffrey, although a good bit older than when they had first met, had aged like a fine wine. He was still the rugged, handsome man she had first met, just a bit older, a bit wiser, pompadour a silver instead of the brown of yesteryear. Besides his circular spectacles with those timeworn brass frames, he wore a moustache and his usual expensive taste in suits, sans the jacket he had left at the door. Sandra watched the two share a few excited remarks and a hug before it was her own turn, offering Alice a chance to see her mother and father briefly touch hands with a quick kiss before turning straight to the task at hand: his latest haul of historical artifacts from dangerous, difficult to reach, or otherwise forgotten places. Hopefully, none of them had come from protected historical sites, this time.

Her mother may have been skittish about her being near the relics for years now, but Alice's father had always been a little more reasonable. With him around, Alice was free to hang around and watch the crates get dropped off, pried open, and slowly, carefully unloaded, one by one, straight into Geoffrey's study. Alice offered to help, and was promptly shot down by her mother - her father clearly wasn't looking to argue, because he simply went along with it. Naturally, once the two were out of the room, Alice promptly disobeyed. A hint of resentful rebelliousness was acceptable from time to time, wasn't it? After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained, correct? At least, that's what Alice chose to tell herself, at the time. Sandra couldn't keep treating her like a child if she wanted her to behave like an adult.

Peeking into the crates still left out in the sitting room, Alice initially had her fill without feeling the need to actually touch anything. After all, most of the things her father had stuck into the crates were still one step removed from the ruins or literal dirt he had plucked them from, else hidden by the layer upon layer of absurdly protective filler. Dirty plates and half-broken vases in glorified packing peanuts were intriguing, but hardly fascinating enough for a young woman like her to take that extra step and risk her mother's ire even further. That changed when she noticed some kind of sabre in one of the crates, and again once she had spotted some sort of animal statuette in another. The sabre was, predictably, so fragile with time that she didn't even risk a play-swing, and the animal totem, apparently a lion, didn't occupy her interests for more than a minute before she ended up moving on. What she found then, on the other hand...

Making her way back over to the crate her mother had been poking around inside of, Alice briefly went still when she noticed the shrouded icon, mouth subtly turning into a little frown. Was that?...Oh, God, it really was. With exaggerated proportions like that, it could've only been a fertility idol. How gaudy! An impish sort of condescension crossed Alice's face as she reached in and carefully lifted the totem out of the crate, careful to use both hands once she realized just how heavy the little statuette really was. A subtle smirk on her face, one eye slightly narrowed, she barely resisted the urge to purr a chuckle as she turned the thing over in her hands a few times, checking it out from back to front. Cute...Even in Nepal, she supposed, they liked their women thick.

Strange about the...Ahem, masculine addition, but the rest made enough sense to Alice that she honestly didn't pay that one detail much mind. The statuette needed a cleaning, of course, but she thought she could see some kind of metal or gemstone underneath the dirt hard-packed into contours and layered over the surface. It was big enough to mount over the mantlepiece, if one was kitschy enough to put a voluptuous pixie on display, at least, and weighed like the damn thing was made from solid gold - who knew how much money father could get for something like this? Artistically, at least, it was beautiful. All the dirt and dust could really do was make it a diamond in the rough. Even after all that time sitting in God only knew where, the thing was in great condition.

If she were being honest with herself, there was no guarantee the totem was actually a fertility idol of any sort, but generally speaking, figurines or depictions of women with overly large breasts and thighs were usually some sort of fertility charm, at least in her admittedly limited experience. Wasn't just the hourglass that was big, either: that big ol' rump had been lovingly shaped with an entertaining level of detail, to say nothing of the, erm...Rather long penis hanging down between her thighs. Pack a little more dirt onto the idol, and you'd be forgiven for thinking the thing had been chiselled with a third leg, for crying out loud.

The woman was in a bizarrely flirtatious pose, from what Alice could tell: one hand to a hip and the other behind her head? Hell, she could've been winking, too, for all Alice knew, but that odd addition of a shroud tied around the idol's head made it a little hard to check. Alice's smirk faded away as she eyed the shroud, turning the totem around in her hands until she could make out the binding. It was kind of clever, actually, how they had wrapped it up - it wasn't just twine, the fabric had been looped in such a way that it gripped onto itself for an almost seamless fit. Call Alice crazy, but that sort of thing gave her the impression whoever had hidden the idol's head hadn't planned on unveiling it, any time soon. Gotta wonder why; some kind of Nepalese curse, she thought? But, what could a fertility goddess, of all things, do to get herself treated that way?

Alice's lips shifted as her eyes eased half-closed, fingers irreverently looking for the shroud's tight seams. Well, mother and father were going to have to unveil the thing eventually, right? Not like they could clean it with this sort of thing getting in the way, anyway. She'll just help them out, a little, before they have to bother...And the fact that doing so would help satisfy her rampant curiosity at the same time was just a convenient side effect, of course, nothing more.

Once she found a seam with her fingernails, she gave it a tug. To her surprise, it actually didn't just tear itself apart in an instant - she really had to work at it a bit, apply a little force until the threading frayed, the needlework split. Brow furrowing in a hint of frustration, she was a moment away from using a bit of real strength when, all at once, a quick ripping sound filled the room. Amazing that cloth that old could hold that well...And not the least bit concerning that whoever had shrouded the totem had tried so hard to keep it that way. Alice started smiling as she unspooled the dry, coarse fabric, delicately unwrapping it from around the idol's head until, at last, it had been revealed.

Alice blinked, beautiful blue eyes glittering as much as the statuette's own. What lovely craftsmanship! Maybe the veil had only been meant to preserve that? After all, the stonework was stunningly intricate: each curl of her hair had been lovingly chiselled into a spilling waterfall around the totem's shoulders, and her face was so carefully depicted, it didn't take any sort of trained eye to make out her little nose or her full lips. Perhaps even more stunning than that, however, were the two petite, perfectly round lapis lazuli gemstones that had been set into the stone, acting as eyes. How beautiful...

Alice gave a brief grin, just barely touching the statuette's face with her fingerprint, delicately running it down the idol's cheek. No doubt about it: this had been some kind of goddess. Mother and father would make a fortune off of this thing. The penis just about hanging to her knees might make some of the more puritanical exhibits turn the idol away, but surely somebody would pay handsomely to have a beautiful piece like this in their private collection...

Slowly, Alice's smile faded until her expression began to slacken.

Father probably wouldn't care, but mother might feel a little embarrassed about bringing the piece into an office for an appraisal. Maybe they'll just keep the statuette for themselves. It'd make for an interesting conversation piece, at least...

The girl's eyes began to cloud over, locking on the idol's.

Truly amazing that a simple piece of stonework had survived for this long. What an interesting choice in gemstone for the eyes, too. She had to wonder, what had the goddess' name been?...

...Footsteps.

All at once, Alice gave a hard blink. Had she zoned out? How long had she just been standing there, for? God, it wasn't like her to just lose track of time, like that! As quickly and silently as a mouse, Alice carefully replaced the idol inside the crate, right where she had found it, and even went so far as to drape the threadbare veil back across it's face. Not two moments later, Sandra was walking back inside, closely followed by a pipe-smoking Geoffrey. The conversation they were having swiftly trailed off once they noticed Alice was still there, grinning rather guiltily. She took a loose hold of her hips, barely chuckled, and offered "Want some help?"

Good thing, too, because Sandra had been a moment away from asking her why she were still there, nearly half an hour later. Geoffrey, naturally, raised his eyebrows, eyes going half-closed as he gave a puff at his pipe. Sandra looked back at him with a subdued sort of weariness, quite transparently warning him not to overrule her before she answered "No, sweetheart, that's quite alright. I told you earlier, we can handle this. Get a move on, darling - don't you have studying to do, anyway? Your father and I might not be able to make it to dinner tonight, but I trust you'll have caught up on your studies, regardless."

Alice's grin started to fade. She shot a glance past Sandra, barely meeting eyes with her father; she didn't want to start an argument between the two by provoking a reasonable-minded defence. Better she come across guilty because she was so giddy to help, rather than because she may or may not have touched one of the relics. It didn't take much effort to sound disappointed, and with a run of her hand through her hair, she was walking past the two, commenting "Oh, alright. You'll let me know if there was anything particularly fascinating, won't you? And, you'll let me look at it all once you've unpacked and cleaned it, right?"

Sandra smiled a little, offering little more than a noncommital, if knowing, "We'll see."

Geoffrey caught Alice giving a bit of a frown as she walked by, but the sullenness didn't last much more than a moment. Poor girl. How could she not want to be involved in something like this, especially when it's been going on for most of her life? Maybe he'd try and talk to Sandra, later that night...Maybe. Wouldn't be the first time. Most likely wouldn't be the last, either: talking to her was like talking to a mule, sometimes.

Alice went straight to her bedroom, pulse still a little quick until a good twenty minutes had gone by. Hopefully, her parents wouldn't notice the torn veil, and if they did, then here's hoping they didn't connect it to her. Honestly, the last thing Alice needed was giving her mother an even greater excuse to bar her from the premises whenever her father returned home with antiquities. It wasn't right of her, it wasn't fair of her, but what could Alice do? Sandra just thought she was playing it safe, and Alice understood that, but she wasn't a little girl, anymore. No sense dwelling on it...Maybe Sandra would come to her senses, eventually. Until that time came, university studies awaited.

Trouble was, she found it rather difficult to focus on trigonometry and applied sciences, that particular night. It wasn't a particularly unheard of occurrence, but normally she'd be able to buckle down and focus until she had plowed through it all, especially once she had turned on some quiet jazz music to drone on in the background. Instead, she wound up simply sitting at her desk, staring blankly at her textbooks and paperwork, spacing out more than a few times between halfhearted bids to pay attention and read. At first, she attributed her listlessness to the excitement going on downstairs and the knowledge she had been all but barred from taking part, that she couldn't partake in her father's rewarding pastime, but eventually, she stopped pretending. It wasn't Sandra's fault she couldn't focus.

Alice's brow gently furrowed in thought as she cleared a small space over her desk, grabbed her old sketchbook along with a good pencil, and flipped to a free page. She wasn't quite sure why, but the idol had clearly captivated her attentions. Maybe getting it back out onto paper would get it off of her mind? Well...Couldn't hurt, right? With every gentle stroke of the pencil's tip, Alice's focus returned, and in no time at all, she found herself concentrating wholeheartedly on her growing sketch. In a minute, she had the basic line work done, but that wasn't enough. She traced out the idol's figure, her legs and arms, the curls of her hair, even went so far as to include her penis and areolae, but even that wasn't enough. Time was spent carefully shading, tidying up stray pencil strokes, until...

Alice finally paused, reviewing her work. Yes...It wasn't perfect, but it was pretty damn close. She probably could've shown the sketch to the appropriate antiquities curator and had them identify it, she had pinned it down so well. Of course, that likely wouldn't be necessary, her parents would most certainly get it appraised...But all the same, no harm done, here. Alice idly put in some more detailing on the idol's eyes before finally setting her sketchbook aside. Interesting choice, lapis lazuli...More valuable gemstones made for a more common pick. Did it mean anything? Perhaps not.

Alice had to wonder, however...What if she wasn't a goddess of fertility? What then? What could her name have been?...More importantly, why in God's name did she find it so enthralling?

Alice, side of her head propped in her hand, cracked a smile and sighed a chuckle. This was absurd. It was just a statue, and no doubt it'd be sold off within the month. Was it the nudity that made it stick with her? It was, wasn't it? Pah. Ridiculous. Grow up, Alice. Her smile grew as she turned her eyes back down to her textbooks, sliding one of them a little closer. For a good long while, it really seemed like it had helped, getting the totem's image down on paper. She was able to concentrate long enough to get the studying done for most of her subjects, alongside the assorted pages of homework. In time, however, her eyes flitted back to the opened sketchbook, and steadily, her focus waned. The evening dragged on, and slowly, Alice's eyelids began to feel terribly heavy...

She fought it, tried not to nod off, at least not until she had finished her work. Why hadn't dinner been served, yet? You'd think her empty stomach would keep her awake, but there she was, mind blanking, chin dipping, eyelids flickering. Head still propped up in a hand, her mouth slowly hung open a crack as she struggled to stay conscious, but she was just so drained...She fought until, at last, her eyes rolled back, eyelids finally dropping in defeat.

...Bare feet in the dark, quietly patting the hardwood floor-

"Lady Winterson?"

Alice jerked up in her chair, eyes bolting open. Dear Lord, had she drifted off? Her cheek had nearly slid off her hand, she could've clunked her chin into her desk something fierce! She froze for a second, but then she was flipping over the page to her sketchbook, hiding the admittedly rather lewd image from the hired help. Turning in her chair, she smiled, hurriedly answering "Um, yes? What is it?"

The kindly middle-aged woman leaning into the doorway from behind the ajar door gave her a look and a smile caught somewhere between nervousness and confusion. Slowly at first, she repeated herself, explaining "Well, young madam, um, dinner has been served. I apologize for the delay, but it took some time before the lord and lady instructed me to just serve dinner without them. It's waiting for you in the dining hall, whenever you're ready."

Of course, they'd be too busy to sit down with her. Makes sense. Nothing new. Alice put on a polite, if weary, smile. Absentmindedly, she answered "Sure, that's fine. Just, knock next time, alright? Please and thank you."

The woman looked at Alice with even more confusion. Before she could consider whether or not she had accidentally come across as rude, the maid was politely pointing out "But, I did, young madam. When you didn't answer the second knock, I opened the door." With a sheepish smile, she added a polite "I'm sorry."

Alice blinked, then broke out into a remorseful chuckle. Sheesh, she didn't remember that at all. Hadn't she only blacked out for a couple seconds? "Oh, you did? Ah hah, God, I'm sorry," Alice offered, a sheepish grin growing on her face as she turned in her chair, a little more. Giving a wave with her hands, she tried to laugh it all off, remarking "Forget I said anything, I think I was falling asleep in my seat, over here. Dinner's probably going to knock me out cold!"

The maid gave a little giggle, looking considerably more at ease as she opened the door, a little more. "Oh, it's alright, eh heh. I could tell by the way you jumped that I must've startled you," she joked. Alice gave another remorseful grin and a shrug, to which the maid waved her over and encouraged "Come along, Lady Winterson, I think you'll be surprised by what we've made, tonight. We're trying a new Russian recipe!"

Alice's eyebrows rose. Colour her intrigued!

Intrigued and mistaken. For once in her life, sleep didn't come easily, that night. Hell, it were almost as if all of her fatigue vanished the moment she started climbing into bed, and by the time her head had hit her pillow, she was wide awake. There she lay, belly warm and heavy with the four-course meal and two glasses of wine she had devoured, stark alert and bored out of her skull, when all of a sudden, the floor beyond her bedroom door gave a couple creaks. Alice didn't pay it any mind, of course; she had lived in this giant old manor for all of her life, so some creaking and groaning in the middle of the night was really nothing new. Much more pressing were the dots in the ceiling, the number of blinders in her window shades, anything that might stop her from stressing herself out over how she couldn't just fall the hell asleep.

But, then it came again...Moving in the same direction.

Alice's brow furrowed, a little. That time, she would've sworn it sounded like footsteps - awfully rhythmic for just creaking, too. Maybe father was sneaking out to his study for a nightcap and a bit of light reading? Not a terrible idea, actually. Give it another hour and she might just try the same thing, herself...

Time flew by. No matter which position she rolled herself into, no matter how comfortable she got, she just couldn't seem to fall asleep. Then, without warning, the footsteps went by again, louder this time, heading in the exact same direction as before. This time, Alice abruptly found herself gripped with an inexorable anxiety, a wild terror she didn't question, and before she knew it, she was tossing her bed sheets aside and pulling on a nightgown. Someone was out there, she was being watched, she just knew it; she needed to find them. Alice moved for her bedroom door, marching through the velvet darkness surrounding her.

...Bare feet in the dark, quietly patting the hardwood floor. She hurries down the hallway, blind and surrounded by tall, looming shapes, grandfather clocks and paintings on the walls. She can hear someone walking ahead of her, but she can't make them out. No matter how quickly she moves, she never seems to get any closer. She calls to her father, but he doesn't answer. She calls to her mother, and there's only silence. Finally, she starts running, but it isn't long before she rounds a corner into the living room.

There's someone standing there and oh God she doesn't know them and this is real this isn't a-

Alice's eyes popped open. She was...Panting. Sweating. Disgusting. Very much awake, this time, however. She threw her sheets off of herself with a grimace, rolling out of the sickening wet spot in her mattress with an exhausted groan. Talk about an awful night's sleep. Last thing she remembered was a little bit of creaking, and then the Kafka dream had started up. She couldn't even really remember what that nightmare had been about, but maybe that was for the best. Putting it behind her didn't even take a second thought, and it wasn't long before she was the same old Alice. Nobody would ever guess anything had happened, and really, that was only natural. After all, it had only been a little dream, right? Nothing to go bonkers over!

The day was largely uneventful, nothing of supreme merit. Mother seemed a bit tired at breakfast, but she was always that way before she had her two cups of coffee. Father was already busy looking over the new relics, naturally, and could hardly tear himself away. Breakfast had barely finished before a visitor came to the manor, invited by Geoffrey to examine the new finds - if only Alice could warrant the same audience. She attended a couple university classes, one of which presented her with a surprise test she was fairly certain she had aced, and then did a little bit of light shopping with a friend of her's, Vanessa. Not once did she find herself thinking of the idol, thankfully.

By the time she had made it home, however, she was halfway hopeful at least some of the work cleaning the artifacts had been done, meaning she might just be able to snatch a better look at them. When she noticed Sandra coming and going from the study, however, her hopes were pretty thoroughly dashed. Maybe not today, then...Mother would only shoot her down. Alice studied for the rest of the evening, and when it came time for dinner, she finally found her chance. Now that the initial giddiness had worn off a little, her parents were both able to tear themselves away from their work in time to actually afford themselves a proper meal, and it was then that Alice could finally hear some details and ask some questions.

Apparently, they had already started to date some of the pieces Geoffrey had brought back, and at least one of them had some ceremonial significance. Naturally, Alice was mostly curious about the idol, but until it came up in conversation, she couldn't very well ask after it without getting into trouble. Last thing Sandra would've wanted to hear was that Alice had poked around in those crates when nobody had been there with a catcher's mitt. When it never did come up in conversation, Alice had to resist the urge to sulk. Sandra and Geoffrey had talked about a lot of different pieces; what, had they not noticed the one with big boobs and...Other things?

If she were a more mischievous soul, she might've waited until her parents had gone to sleep or left the manor, then simply snuck into the study and taken a look at the relics on her own. Sadly, or perhaps fortunately, she didn't really have it in her. Sticking around in the sitting room and looking at some stuff left out in the open was one thing. Sneaking into her parents' study was another - she'd feel guilty, and what if she did accidentally break something? She'd never hear the end of it! Denied her fascination, deprived of even some harmless conversational indulgence, Alice retired to her bedchambers, and without studying to get in the way, she was free to do a little research of her own. At first, it was just about the things her father had mentioned during dinner, but then, naturally, she was thinking about the idol, again...

Sadly, she didn't get very many answers, but that hardly discouraged her. After all, for every dead-end she uncovered, she was just one step closer to the truth, right? She did the best search she could for images and depictions of gods and goddesses from Nepalese cultures, but - and maybe she should've anticipated this, considering how isolated those cultures must generally be - there wasn't much to go on. She couldn't find any sort of description or depiction that matched the idol her father had found, nor could she find reference to any sort of hermaphroditic goddess, fertility-oriented or otherwise. She might've tried applying the same sort of search for Nepalese rulers, or even looked through East Indian pantheons for anything resembling the idol, but broadening her search could wait for another day. Taking after her father's apparent example with a quick couple sips of cinnamon whisky, Alice went out like a light.

...Bare feet in the dark, quietly patting the hardwood floor. She hurries down the hallway, blind and surrounded by tall, looming shapes, grandfather clocks and paintings on the walls. She can see someone walking ahead of her, but she can hardly even make them out. It's a woman with long, flowing hair, but no matter how quickly Alice moves, she never seems to get any closer. The other woman giggles, from time to time; nothing good was had without earning it.

Finally, Alice starts running, but now she doesn't recognize her own home, anymore. There are new hallways, new rooms she's never seen before, furniture she doesn't recognize. This only bothers her insomuch how it hinders her from following, but it isn't terribly long before she rounds a corner into the living room. She freezes.

There she is: the woman she had been following. She was so surreal, like she were ethereal, barely more than air. Moonlight washed in through the curtains beside her, hitting her with beams of pale white she almost blended right into. Even though they were meters apart, Alice could see her so clearly. She was so tall, so beautiful...And, she bore her body so freely.

She smiled and held out her hands, eyes twinkling like the night sky, endless but for the sparkles. Alice felt no fear, no concern; she began to walk forward. Was the woman saying something? It was hard to tell. She was...Just so gorgeous, so voluptuous, so free. What if she could feel her skin against her own? She was everything Alice wasn't, everything she wanted to be. The closest she could get...Would be to take her hands and go to her. So beautiful...

She undid her nightgown. She held out her hands. She closed her eyes, puckered her lips, and...

...And the world slid back into focus in an instant, snapping her out of her dream. Something...Something kind of gritty was pressed to her lips, and moreover, she was the one pressing it there.

She opened her eyes, hands drifting away from her mouth, mind slowly taking stock of her environment. She was...In her father's study. Had she sleepwalked here? That wasn't like her...Far as she knew, she had never done much walking or talking, during the night. The manor was as silent as the grave. The relics were all over the place, opened crates still lined up in rows...Moonlight poured in through the thin drapes, all around her. She was alone, wearing nothing but an undone nightgown, and in her hands...Was the idol, completely cleaned of dirt and dust. Her eyes briefly flitted down, across it. Um...Where, ah, where exactly had she been kissing it?...

Alice did her best to compose herself. What the hell was going on? Better get out of there, who even knows what kind of a racket she might've made while sleepwalking. Not like that kind of excuse would get bought, anyway, after all: "Oh no, mother, I swear, I was only sleepwalking! I promise!"

Alice glanced around, trying to find where the idol might've been meant to be replaced before simply setting it on the nearest desk, trusting it wouldn't seem to odd to her parents the coming morning. She gave the lapis lazuli eyes one last glance before turning, tying her nightgown, and hurrying back out of there as quietly as she could, shutting the door behind herself without even a creak of the floorboards to betray her. All but blind in the dark, she made her way back to her bedroom, silently easing open the door before tiptoeing in and shutting it behind herself.

Now, she wasn't exactly what you'd call superstitious, but this particular episode was definitely upsetting. What in God's name was ha-

"Hello, child."

Alice's eyes went as wide as saucers as she spun around, facing the voice as quickly as she damn well could. For a few moments, she totally locked up at what she saw, petrified with one hand still gripping the doorknob behind her. Judging by the little smile that blossomed on her face, the woman sitting on Alice's bed found her entertaining.

Could Alice be blamed for her reaction? There was only so much the human brain could process at any given time, and poor Alice suddenly had more than a few surprises to deal with. First, there was the realization that a stranger was in her bedroom, plus the additional little factoid that said stranger were there in the dead of night, hiding in the dark. She felt more terrified than she could ever remember, she wanted to hide and get help, but when she realized just who was there, a crippling mix of utter disbelief and horror locked up her limbs and kept her rooted. Perched over the edge of Alex's bed, one leg daintily crossed over the other at the knee, hands neatly folded together over her thighs, was an almost transparent woman - the exact same one from the dream she had just woken from. The details might've gotten foggy since waking up, but there was still no mistaking that thick head of hair, even in the dark.

What little moonlight managed to seep through the curtains only succeeded in turning the woman into a dark silhouette, but that was all Alice needed to see that, even when sitting down, the woman was nearly her height, for crying out loud. Her curly hair fell down around her shoulders like a waterfall, but with the moonlight coming in from behind her, Alice couldn't actually make out her face - a phantasmal sight that almost made her question whether or not she had ever woken up from that prior dream, after all. Looking more and more unhinged, Alice's mouth fell open, but all that came out was a whimper. She tried to will herself into moving, but her muscles barely even twitched. W-What was wrong with her, why couldn't she just get out of there?

The figure over her bed was so still, Alice would've sworn she wasn't even breathing. "There's no reason to be afraid, child. You're my Favoured, now. I've been asleep for a long, long time, but it's thanks to you that I've returned to this world."

"W-Who are you," Alice finally managed to get out, hand leaving the doorknob. She whipped it up past the room's light switch, but all that came was an impotent click. Purring a chuckle, the woman slowly uncrossed her legs and rose to her feet, raising her shadowy silhouette until she loomed a full head taller than Alice. Seeing that was one scare too many for her; the young woman finally found it in herself to run, but when she turned back around and grabbed the doorknob, she only discovered that it wouldn't budge, rattling uselessly in her hand. No! Let her out!

"Don't you know who I am, child?...You're perfect. As my Favoured, you'll see me reborn into this world. And when I am, all those who've forgotten me...Will be reminded."

Alice turned back around in a hurry, abruptly finding herself nearly face-to-face with the woman. How had she moved like that, all without even a whisper?! Silently gasping, Alice tried stepping backwards for some space, accidentally shoving her back against the door with a hard thud. Blood running cold, she looked up at the woman with dread written plain across her, face more level with the woman's ample bosom than anywhere else. When Alice saw the woman's eyes, her legs went as light and weak as jelly: voids, black and endless, but filled with tiny sparkles like glitter sprinkled across black felt, or maybe even...

Alice's jaw dropped. No, it couldn't be. She looked down, and when she saw the long, thick shadow dangling between the woman's thighs, she just about shrieked. It was!

Most of the woman's face remained a black mystery, but with the moonlight giving her a pale aura, Alice could at least make out the way her cheekbones eased up in a grin. "You won't be able to resist, child, at least not for long. Why? Not because I'll overpower you, but because you won't want to. I've already seen inside your mind, seen all the things you've tried to lock away - why do you spend so much energy, denying what you yearn for? You're too cruel to yourself."

She raised her hands, and when Alice felt those silky fingers glide across her cheeks, she could only squeak and tremble, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Ohhh, you're going to be so much fun...You kissed me, child, now allow me to return the..."

The goddess trailed off as she began leaning over, never finishing the thought. Alice's breath caught in her throat, a trickle creeping from either eye before she felt the goddess' breath against her cheek. When a full, pouty pair of lips pressed against her's, warm and oh-so-soft, all Alice could do was whimper against them, silenced by the other woman's mouth. A body-quaking shudder coursed through her body, covering her creamy skin in goose bumps; when the goddess slid one hand to the back of Alice's neck, she couldn't help feeling comforted. The kisses were deep, slow, and when the goddess' lips parted, so too did the mortal's. The moist warmth had her eyes rolling back into her head, a heat flushing her skin, a tingling down south, and then...Everything went fuzzy and nonsensical, like she were fainting.

"This is a great boon I'm bestowing upon you, but it's entirely deserved. For ages, I languished. For ages, I was blinded and alone, but you delivered me back unto the world of men, child. No longer will I suffer the slow death of being forgotten. In return, I have but one expectation of you..."

The next thing Alice knew, she was lying on her bed, stretched out and comfortable, legs spread...And arms reaching down. Everything felt warm, everywhere felt numb and fluffy, like she were floating on a cloud. Breathing heavy, the tingling puffiness in her chest made her want to cup herself, to gently squeeze, or at least rub her nipples and test how sensitive they were, but something much more pressing further down demanded immediate attention. The goddess giggled when Alice's hands passed around her thick pelt of pubic hair, came sweeping up high between her thighs, and...

What Alice felt there almost didn't even register, almost didn't even occur to her as noteworthy or surreal, but the more she felt it, the more dissonant reality became with her perception, the more stunned she became, even through the euphoric haze of the goddess' influence. Instead of the all too familiar mound, the warm, supple slip, there was...More. A lot more than there should've been. It was too alien an experience not to raise her head and look down, and when she finally laid eyes on it, her eyes and mouth all started to widen. The goddess stepped out of the shadows at the foot of her bed, holding her hips and looking down at Alice with another invisible grin.

"As my Favoured, you'll take on my aspect. Feed your desires, give in to your wants and needs, and awaken the women around you until they do the same. Create for me a harem to toy with and pleasure at my leisure. The more you exert my power, the more of it you'll acquire."

Alice just stared. Rising from her crotch, delicately held between the fingers of her left hand, was a rigid little penis, a cute, tense, and all too real manhood, uncircumcised and delicately twitching in time with her thrumming heartbeat. Pressing against her right hand, meanwhile, was the warm, soft little pouch underneath, her petite underslung reactors, so sensitive and...And tense. Eyes glazing anew, Alice tried creeping her fingers further down, but alas, it availed her little - there was nothing more to be found. There was a hint of concern, even panic, before the euphoria clouded her mind, all over again. The pulsing in her groin, the twitching inside her fingers...The overwhelming need to touch it...She couldn't resist.

Delicately cupping her balls again, she gave the skin a gentle pull, then lightly eased her other hand down, sliding her foreskin back until she had unshrouded half of her pink, swollen helmet, already glossy with a few oozed droplets of pre-cum. The electric sensitivity made her squeak, one eye briefly narrowing as her teeth lightly went on edge. Once she started, there was no stopping her. She eased her fingers back up, sliding across the skin of her shaft all the way back until she could feel the crown of her tip through her foreskin, completely shielding the head until it was demurely hidden. Within a few steady rocks of her hand, she was letting her head rest back into her pillow, eyes falling shut as she gave a groan. Felt so good...

"Yes, my pet...Rub it. Play with it. Love it. Take your time. The more you give in, the more you accept it, the more it'll grow. You want a big, veiny one, don't you?...Big, just like mine. Don't worry, pet. We'll get you there. The more you act as my Favoured, the more you'll take on my aspect...In more ways than one." The goddess tittered, humming a little chortle. "So sweet, so innocent...But not on the inside, mm? You know exactly what I mean, don't act coy. You're perfect, and you're going to become just...Like...Me."

Alice couldn't help but speed up her stroking, rubbing her little red rocket with just two fingers and her thumb, greedily sliding her foreskin back and forth across her tip in the process, stimulating it until a helpless flex passed through her rear. Eyes closed, mouth hanging open, Alice made one feeble attempt to be prim and proper, to keep her voice down and her pleasure to herself, but it didn't take long for her resistance to crumble. With every exhale turning steamier and steamier, eventually she just couldn't stop herself from moaning, and although they were timid and soft at first, every new cry was louder and harder than the last until warble turned to moan. She couldn't help but flex her bottom now and again, clenching and milking at some phantom intruder...And, the harder she did it, the more she wanted to pant. Why did that feel kinda nice?...

Alice raised her head, looking down across her body until she could lock eyes on her new manhood, blushing so dark and red compared to the rest of her creamy body. The sensation was so different, but in some ways, just similar enough not to be utterly surreal. The aching need was the same, but stronger, less damp than she was used to...Harder, more swollen, desperate to be touched, rather than filled. The motions, on the other hand, were totally foreign, but instinct helped her manage...Although, instinct didn't really help her define or explain how the hunger had shifted from her now-absent quim to her backdoor. She almost wanted to ease her hand down from her balls, and...Maybe try to push a finger in...But n-no, that'd be perverted!

She watched, whimpering like a dog in heat as she finally started sliding her foreskin all the way down, pulling it back until, with a squeak and a cross-eyed grimace, she had it past the ridge of her helmet, completely exposing the red, slippery tip of her new manhood. She had to give a couple hard blinks to refocus her vision, but then she was gazing at her thrumming meat, most sensitive bit exposed to the cool air. Felt so electric, showing it off...When a fresh bead of clear, sappy lust started growing over her little slit, Alice eased her free hand up, a husky groan vibrating in her throat as she used her finger and thumb to slowly spread the nectar around her tip. Of course, once she started, she couldn't stop: breathing more and more ragged, Alice kept her foreskin pulled down with the one hand while the other rubbed and swirled around her tip, using just the two fingers to tantalize the end of her rod.

Slowly, the goddess began to lean over the foot of Alice's bed, silky hands coming to rest over her legs. Alice looked at her hands for a moment, then raised her eyes to the figure easing into the moonlight, hands always busy, stroking going unabated. At last, her silhouette cracked, and Alice could finally lay eyes on the woman. Her hair, so thick and filled with wild curls, fell from her shoulders like curtains as she leaned over, those enormous, perky breasts of her's helplessly hanging and swaying until Alice couldn't help staring into her cleavage. A moment later, her eyes dropped down, locking on the long, meaty shape hanging low between the goddess' thighs, but it wasn't long before she was looking back up, watching the way the moonlight cut her face in half.

The goddess smiled, those thick, puffy lips of her's making Alice slip her fingers all the harder around her tip, eyes glazing as she panted. The one eye Alice could see was as black as night, but filled with glittering twinkles that almost seemed to shift around all on their own, mesmerizing the young woman into staring, watching her audience as it watched her right back. She was so beautiful...She was the most gorgeous woman Alice had ever seen. If she wasn't a goddess of fertility, then she must've been a goddess of pure, unadulterated carnality. If she could...If she could at least get a name, maybe she could find out what she was dealing with, here...

Through the haze of ecstasy, self-inflicted and otherwise, Alice managed to numbly pant out "Wh-Who...Are you...What's your n...Name..."

The goddess didn't even deign to answer. Instead, her lips barely moved as she quietly refocused Alice's attentions on the task at hand, murmuring "You're already so drippy...I almost want to suck on it a little, clean it off. But, that's a reward you haven't earned yet, my pet. No...I want you to explore yourself, first. I want you to satisfy yourself before another so much as tries."

Just the mental image, the mere fantasy, of this gorgeous Amazon leaning over, easing her hand aside, and sliding her mouth around her little prick had Alice's eyes crossing. The begging came so naturally, so easily. In a tense warble, she pleaded for mercy, for succour, squeaking "Oh, God...Please, suck on it! L-Lick it!" Breathing getting even harder, Alice's arm started rocking faster. "Kih...Kiss it!"

The goddess smiled wider, humming another chuckle. "If you want to touch me, pet, and especially if you want me to touch you, you're going to have to earn it. That's a privilege you haven't even begun to deserve...But, I'm flattered by your enthusiasm. How's about this...As a reward for being honest about what you want..."

She trailed off into a titter. Alice had just started to curl her toes against her bed sheets when the hands on her knees started pulling, gently sliding her legs across the bed until she had widened the lust-lost girl's stance. Then, the goddess reached higher up and delicately grabbed Alice's hands, stopping her from diddling her tip before she could go over the edge. Murmuring instructions, the goddess put Alice's right hand back down to her petite, tight beanbag, then goaded her back into properly stroking, letting her foreskin slip back into place before pumping her shaft with just her three fingers, again. When Alice mindlessly brought her hand up from her balls, however, and cupped one side of her chest, pinching her stiff nipple between two fingers still damp with her sap, the goddess didn't stop her. Yes, let the little slut explore, let her enjoy herself...

Face cherry red, blush even coursing down to the middle of her chest, Alice closed her eyes and stroked her stiff little baton, her petite doorstopper, trying not to shiver and groan whenever the pleasure became too great, whenever another warm ooze pooled against the edge of her foreskin. Moaning, she slowly started rocking her hips, brainlessly trying to hump the air; in her mind, an older woman with a big, thick derriere was riding in her lap, pressing that warm, spongy pillow into her, grinding around and moaning. If only...If only Alice could get a girl in her bed...If only she could use this need on somebody, somebody with...With big boobs...And maybe a fat ass, a-and some dick-sucking lips, and a libido that just won't quit! If only she could get her pussy eaten by some gorgeous-

Her...Her pussy...The thought just confused her, slowed her down. That's right, she...

"You have a new pussy now, child...One I daresay you never thought to play with, before. Now, though...Mm, I think you're going to get much more familiar with it. You're going to learn to love your ass."

Alice's cloudy eyes gave a confused blink, the girl huffing for air through lips set in a tiny, pouty ring. Her a-ass? But...

She raised her head and looked down. The goddess was grinning, one glistening finger primed as she eased her hand down between Alice's thighs. She stopped fucking the air, hand slowing down on her cock as the confusion on her face began turning into anxiety, nervousness. Wait, what was the goddess trying to do? Alice had never put anything back there, before! That was...That was gross, and besides, didn't that kind of thing hurt? Then again, she felt so empty, back there...She had been flexing for a while now, winking her pucker, squeezing down on nothing. What if it felt good?...People did it for a reason, right?...

The moment her mind started opening to the concept, the goddess took advantage. As soon as Alice felt that warm, slippery digit prod up underneath her, her breath hitched. Immediately, the pressure escalated, the goddess pushing harder and harder against Alice's unused crinkle until the girl was narrowing an eye, holding her breath, and letting her fist sit immobile on her cock. Her body tightened up, little by little, until...

She sucked in a gentle gasp, chest rising and falling under her hand as she opened up, that intruding digit slowly sliding into somewhere personal, somewhere velvety. She dropped her head back into her pillow, staring at the ceiling. The goddess giggled. "Keep stroking...Don't stop until I tell you to."

Alice obeyed, but the sensation of a slick key sliding into her virginal lock had her face blanking, lips parting into a little ring even as her eyes went confused. This wasn't so bad...Surprisingly. Once it was inside, actually, it seemed really easy. Her tummy rose and fell with her chest as she laid there and huffed, fist languidly rocking across her needy prick, slowly passing faster and faster as the goddess eased her finger in, then out...In, then out...

"Feels nice, doesn't it, you little slut," the goddess whispered, voice sending a shiver down Alice's spine.

Her eyelids flickered shut. Pumping at a quick, steady pace, she gave her nipple a little tug, briefly biting her lips before giving them a needy suck, quietly hissing in air. "Y-Yeah..."

"It's about to get better. I want you to imagine it's a big, hot, pre-dripping cock, in your ass. I want you to imagine your cock's in another girl's ass, making her feel what you're feeling now. I know you want to...Mm, you're already doing it, aren't you? Good pet. Remember: don't stop pumping until I tell you to. We're going to milk you until all you can think about is cock and cum, until you never even want to go back to the old you. The old you was boring. The new you will be so much more exciting..."

Alice just moaned, but when the finger in her ass suddenly started to curl and press upwards against her, her eyes popped open, the moan sharply rising into a squeak as she arched her back, then fell back into the bed. Oh, God. What was that? W...Was that what had been making her flex her bum, so much? Her face tightened up, eyes quickly screwing shut as she bit her lip, tense groans catching in her throat. N-No, stop! The feeling was so electric, and the harder it was pressed, the stronger it got!

She let her mouth fall open as she panted away, furiously pumping her meat, desperately slipping her hand back and forth across her little red rocket, helplessly clenching at the digit in her ass. Her zeal didn't last long, however, before she was hissing, fist freezing in place, inner walls flexing. Christ, it almost felt like the pre-cum was getting pushed right up her cock-

All at once, the goddess began shifting her arm faster, harder, grinding her fingerprint back and forth across Alice's magic spot, relentlessly milking her new prostate. "I didn't tell you to stop, bitch."

Alice squeezed her meat tighter, as if to hold back the floodgates. That jolt in her backdoor was getting too strong, too intense, and now, the feeling of ooze coming up her cum-vein was constant, turning her tip numb and tingly. "S-Stop, slow down, I'm gonna finish!"

"What makes you think I care, pet? I didn't tell you to stop. You're finished when I say you are. Now, obey."

Alice's teeth went on edge. She tried to stroke a couple times, but then she froze up all over again, a high-pitched groan drifting out of her. Dew collected at the corners of her eyes as the shocks coursing through her ass finally set off a dull inferno in her crotch. All she could do was watch as the goddess' arm shot back and forth under her lap, fist wrapped tight around her blushing meat until, all at once, a spurt of white sprinkled from her tip, raining across her tummy in just a quick spritz, nothing more. Ass flexing like mad, prostate swelling against the goddess' finger, Alice stayed locked up until her ruined orgasm passed her by, then started huffing for air. Naturally, the goddess wasn't pleased.

"I told you to milk yourself! Stroke, now! Salvage that orgasm, you needy little slut, or I'll salvage it for you, and I swear to you, you won't enjoy the way I do it! How hard do you think I'd break you if I took your virginity? Shall we find out?"

When the goddess suddenly primed a second finger and forced it into her ass, Alice squealed, but when both fingers started grinding against her prostate even harder than before, the dew in Alice's eyes started running down her cheeks in tears of ecstasy. Breathing ragged between quivering lips, she mindlessly stared at the goddess' tits, trying not to whimper as she started pumping her fist again, trying her best to coax a real orgasm out of herself before her sensitivity had died back down.

"Yes...That's better. Milk yourself, you have more in there to get out..."

Alice's legs quivered. Sweat made her body glisten. Her head shifted against her pillow until, at last, she was gritting her teeth and tilting her head back, legs squirming as she moaned at the top of her lungs. She was a good girl. She did what she was told, and she didn't stop pumping. No matter how much it burned, no matter how sensitive she got, no matter how tight her ass got, she didn't stop. The fire came again, three times as strong; a real orgasm, hot on the heels of a prostate milking. Alice's mouth fell open as she gasped. She didn't see the thick, milky jet of spunk that arced up into the air from her fist, but she sure felt the hot, sticky goo splash her belly in a couple streamers, globules of alabaster running towards her hips. Her ass squeezed like a vise against the two fingers grinding her sweet little P-spot, but when the goddess didn't stop, neither did Alice.

"You can already make so much...Such a good pet. When you have pets of your own, you're going to make them very happy..."

The approving, pleasantly surprised tone in the other woman's voice made Alice give a flustered grin. Panting and groaning, she endured as her spunk ran across her hand, joining her pre-cum in an all-natural lube for her to pet herself with. Unfortunately for the two women, however, the mind was willing, but the body was weak: Alice kept pumping, but after two orgasms, her hard-on started to flag, whether she liked it or not. The goddess gave a thoughtful, almost disappointed hum, watching as Alice's cute little prick went less rigid, going floppy in her hand until she just let go of it. Alice looked up at the woman, looking a little disappointed, herself. The goddess paused her hand motions, then grinned.

When a third fingertip came to her already rather stretched ring, Alice's eyes widened. When the goddess' arm shoved forward, Alice's eyes rolled back, a mindless, quivering smile growing on her face as she gave a tense, guttural groan. Y-Yes...

"You have more. I don't care if you drip it out like a sissy: coat your belly, bitch!"

Alice's moans turning sharp, she started lifting her legs up into the air, grabbing a handful of the sheets as the fist under her pap-pap-slapped against her body. The electric current rushing through her ass in waves sent her eyes rolling back into her skull, tears running down her cheeks as she gaped like a fish out of water. Mercifully, it didn't take long. The sharp sensation rushing through her back to her front brought her to high-pitched whimpers, and at last, one more dribble flowed out of her cock, one more string of pearls rapidly dripping and squirting out of her limp cock, running across her belly and down her sides, even pooling into her navel. At last, her goddess pulled her three fingers back out of her new Favoured's abused ass.

Exhausted, Alice didn't even have the strength to open her eyes, again. What the hell just happened?...What was that? She let her legs fall back down across her bed, slipping her hand down from her chest to her spunk-slathered tummy. After a moment, she slowly started rubbing her hand around, much to the goddess' apparent delight.

"Mmm...That's right, rub that cum into your skin. I think you've earned a rest, child. Enjoy it. Remember my words...Remember what I expect of you. I'll be watching."

Alice had barely groaned her understanding when one of those soft hands were touching the side of her face again, soft lips coming to her's in a deep, needy kiss goodnight. She didn't have the strength to reciprocate - all she could do was lie there and feel it as the goddess kissed her cheekbone, too, and then her forehead.

"Never forget...You're my Favoured."

Alice didn't make a sound. The goddess slipped away, and then all was quiet. Naturally, while she was still catching her breath, she wound up falling asleep, and blessedly, not a dream came to her.

The gentle light washing across her face brought her to, eyes opening just a crack as she drew in a deep, sleepy breath. For a minute, all she did was lie there and let the cobwebs clear from her head, the events of the prior night never even occurring to her. Eventually, however, she came to notice some things out of the ordinary, just odd little discrepancies that didn't quite add up. For starters, since when had she started going to bed completely naked? On top of that, why wasn't she even under the covers? Furthermore, why did she feel weird, down...There? Drawing in a sleepy breath, Alice absentmindedly pressed her thighs together and gave a little rub, as if to banish the sensation. Instead, what she felt made her freeze up, eyes going wide like dinner plates. She bolted upright, looked down, and started gaping.

Last night - it had actually happened!

Alice gave a couple horrified squeaks, each an aborted attempt at words, or maybe even screams. Everything had happened: the goddess, the seduction, the sex...And, easily the most shocking of all, the, ahem, "transformation" she had undergone, staring right back at her from a place it ought never be. No matter how good last night had felt, this was wrong. Her vision started to blur. Instead of the cute little cleft she was used to, she had a cute little...Thing, oh God, last night had actually happened! Give her her pussy back, give her back her vagina! She couldn't do this! She wasn't a boy, she was a girl, turn her back, turn her back!

Just as a shriek started welling up in Alice's chest, the thing between her thighs started to recede, right before her very eyes. Alice stared, dumbfounded, as her cute little three-incher started to shrink even smaller, receding into a little foreskin-shrouded nubbin barely bigger than a clit. Her balls weren't far behind, her already petite pouch tightening up even more until, all at once, the entire package abruptly morphed back into the usual array of bits and bobs in the blink of an eye, leaving her looking and feeling just like her old self. Alice gave a hard blink, dew collecting in her eyes. A stunned, exhilarated smile stretched across her face. How had that...?

A voice in her head hummed. "Hmmm...How ungrateful. You take my gift, then try to undo it? Fine, I'll allow it this time, but I really should remind you of how good it felt to have it, shouldn't I?"

Alice's expression opened up in a flash, eyes widening and mouth dropping open, a choked gasp squeaking out of her as her body gave a convulsion. Flashes of images, scents, emotions and experiences blasted through her, all from the prior night, all suddenly as new as ever. The sensation was intense, sparking, and then...

Alice, quivering, just whimpered, sitting still for a couple seconds as it happened. At first, she didn't look down, but after the moistness between her legs stopped growing, she let her eyes drop. The size of the wet spot underneath her turned her face scarlet and burned her ears, and in spite of the fact she was entirely alone, she frantically pulled her bed sheets over her legs and up to her waist, hiding her shame.

The goddess purred, her smug smile clear in Alice's mind. "There we are...I trust you won't forget that lesson again, any time soon. The boon I give you is pleasure, pet...And soon, you'll be giving it to pets of your own, won't you?"

Slowly, a stubborn grimace crossed Alice's face, but a twinge of fear filled her eyes, all the same. She needed to tell somebody, needed to stop this, needed to rid herself of this overpowering force before it could make her do something she'd regret, but how? She didn't even know the goddess' name! Her only hope, she supposed, was that her mother and father might discover something she couldn't, and that it'd help her be rid of this influence and get her life back to normal. Touching her stomach with a growing sense of disgust, Alice tried not to groan at the dried substance stuck to her skin, leaving her tummy looking a bit glossy. Eww...How had she even managed to fall asleep with all that gunk smeared across her belly? Time for a shower!

Within the hour, Alice was seated at the kitchen dinner table, looking as prim and proper as ever, all done up in a sweet, innocent ensemble complete with pink hair band. Quietly munching on a mouthful of orange, mind half on the goddess and half on the university classes ahead of her, her eyes flitted over to the doorway as her mother walked in. Sandra barely glanced at her on her way to the fridge, smiling as she cooed "Morning, sweetheart. Your father was up late last night, so he's probably going to have a bit of a late start, but you might see him before you head off." Opening the fridge, the older woman leaned over to grab a bottle of vitamin water from a lower shelf, adding "I've gotta run, I'll be out for most of the day. Your father and I have already decided on the things we'll be donating, and it's been too long since I've shared a brandy with Sir Grant."

Alice just hummed in acknowledgement, quietly tossing out a mere "No problem, have fun" a second later. She couldn't help but let her eyes follow Sandra all the way to the fridge, and when she leaned over, Alice's eyes simply didn't budge.

"You remember Sir Grant, don't you? His son, Clyde, is in the middle of law school, now."

Alice didn't answer. Her eyes glazed over as she watched, soaking in the sight of the round shape filling out the seat of Sandra's dress pants. If only for a moment, just looking didn't feel so wrong. Those pants were awfully tight, weren't they?...Since when did her mother have such a big, round bum?...Had she really just never noticed, before? The fit was practically riding up against her until it had both cheeks on display, for crying out loud. Was father okay with her showing off, like that? She looked so soft, and...Squishy. It must've felt so warm, when she'd sit in someone's lap. What if-

"If you didn't have school, I'd think about maybe bringing you along," Sandra warmly suggested, standing up with vitamin water in hand, turning to look as she quietly shut the fridge door. Alice immediately caught herself and looked away, blood running a little cold, pulse escalating. Sandra smiled, gave a little shrug, and floated the idea of meeting him Alice's way, somewhat playfully remarking "An introduction couldn't hurt. He's a sweet boy, and if he's planning on becoming a lawyer, then you know he's driven. He's going places."

Alice subtly swallowed, trying not to look too rattled. "Um...That's alright, mother, I'm fine."

Sandra's smile widened in that motherly sort of way, eyes going full of compassion. "You're not fine. You should meet more boys," she gently tried to prod.

"No, really, I'm okay," Alice repeated, trying not to sound too firm. Eyes locked on her breakfast, she mumbled "I already meet plenty of boys at school, trust me."

Sandra let her eyes go half-closed, for a moment. "If you say so," she cooed, an almost amused undercurrent more than a little noticeable. She started heading for the door, and even though Alice did her damnedest to resist, her eyes uncontrollably darted back up, locked on Sandra's tush, and drank in the sight of every wiggle, every swing of her hips. A moment later, Sandra had disappeared through the door, but all the same, her influence over Alice was slow to wane. The image felt seared into her mind: those cushiony cheeks, shifting to and fro...Her free hand slowly balled into a fist, squeezing a handful of her skirt. She swallowed, face turning a shade pink. She was starting to feel warm, inside...

Alice quietly cleared her throat, sweeping some hair behind an ear. What was wrong with her?

Somewhere at the back of her mind, the goddess giggled, and Alice had her answer.

~~End of Ch. 1~~

Chapter 2: Taboo's Breaking Point

Chapter Text

My Forbidden Goddess

Part I ‑ "A Worthy Vessel"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: November 10, 2018

"Coming, just a...Arhh, there we-"

As soon as he had the thick, heavy door opening, Reginald's features split with an eye-creasing smile, the man happily blurting out "Hahh, Sandra! How have you been? Come, come in!"

Sandra's pretty face opened up with a little grin. Her petite purse, all black leather and gold accents, was suspended between both dainty hands at a hip, the strap giving a little sway as her waist rolled. Her weight shifting to the one leg, she crooned some teasing: "Reginald, you look like a boy on his birthday! Has it really been two whole years, already?"

He had a quick laugh as she stepped into the doorway, sharing a quick hug with his long-time associate before he took her coat and guided her into his parlour for some brandy. Sandra had always found it difficult not to like the man, so much so that their business relationship had long ago turned into an honest friendship. Reginald had always been, and likely always would be, a great big teddy bear of a man, precisely what had made him so likeable, to Sandra. He needed a big suit to match that great, big body of his, not to mention that big belly, and he had a heart big enough to match, too - for crying out loud, the man had even been at her and Geoffrey's wedding ceremony, not to mention getting considered for a godfather position. She'd really have to bug Alice, some more, about meeting the man's lawyer-to-be of a son!

His chesterfield jacket a charcoal gray to complement his slacks, his tacky tie an innocent joke made up of piano keys, the man not only still had his full head of grays, but a long beard, too, bushy but for the combing he zealously administered. Sandra, for her part, had put as much thought into how she looked and dressed as she would any other day, striking what she would've considered to be the perfect balance of comfortable, professional and, dare she say, even sexy. She may have been a married woman and she might've just been seeing a friend on a business trip, but hey, she was still a woman, right? If she was stepping outside of the house, she was looking her best!

Of course, she would've been happy to report that yes, even now, she could still turn men's heads. Her black dress pants, snug enough to be a bit cheeky in the seat, ran down to a matching black pair of open-toe heels, showing off her expert pedicure and glossy, ivory nail polish. Above the waist, meanwhile, she wore a lavender purple suit jacket over a thin, black turtleneck, gold and diamond-studded wedding band faithfully kept where it ought never leave. Inch and a half long, beautifully manicured fingernails were painted an ivory to match her little toes, somehow managing to look innocent even with that glass of bourbon in her hand.

It was as clear as day that the pretty older lady was Alice's mother, no doubt about it: the dimpled chin, the button nose, the blue eyes, even the fit, somewhat petite physique, it had all come from Sandra and, to ask her, her and her alone. Where Alice kept her hair long and ladylike, however, just like Sandra had when she had been her age, nowadays the wealthy mother liked tapping into a spunkier side with a sweeping bob cut at the jaw. Hair dyed her natural shade of brown, with age came a more mature face, some light lines under the eyes, but if anything, it only put her beauty under a new light...Or, so Geoffrey had told her. She liked to think he was right, but every now and then a reminder was reassuring. Trips into town were always nice for that, what with all the young men walking about.

For an all too quick two hours, the two of them didn't even get down to the business at hand, sipping their bourbon and brandy while catching up, reminiscing, and then going back to the present all over again on the matter of their respective families. Naturally, they wound up touching on the subject of their children, and while Reginald may not have wanted to come across presumptuous, Sandra happily took the opportunity to point out Alice and Clyde's similar ages, not to mention their "firmly single" status. When Sandra suggested Reginald bring along the young man when he visits the manor, giving Clyde an opportunity to say hello as the adults looked at the curiosities in the study, Reginald had a hearty little laugh. Why not, he happily agreed. It might do the kids some good!

Finally, once it seemed like they had nothing more to speak of, Sandra guided Reginald onto the excuse she had needed to visit him: Geoffrey's latest finds, including some...Unusual pieces. She and Geoffrey both had been having a bit of difficulty dating and placing some of the pieces, most prominently that strange little idol of the woman with the penis, of course, which she dearly hoped didn't simply amount to ancient man's first attempt at pornography. She opened her purse, pulled out a tablet, tapped it to life, and held it out for the aged gentleman to take a look at.

"...Here, see for yourself," she motioned, "I've already taken pictures of everything Geoff found, including that hermaphroditic totem I mentioned over the phone a couple days ago. I'm just dying to hear what you think of it."

Reginald reached into the breast pocket of his jacket, face opening up in curiosity as he unfolded his spectacles, slipped them on, and took the tablet with the care not just of a Head Curator in a national museum, but of a man somewhat behind in the day's technology, too. Looking down his nose somewhat at the screen, Reginald's face lit up with a growing smile, easygoing eyes half-closed behind the oval rims of his glasses. Carefully zooming, slowly passing through picture after picture, he examined well-lit, perfectly focused images of the many miscellaneous things Geoffrey had recovered, ranging from rusted, highly-delicate weapons and oxidized examples of jewellery to pots, pans, and animal statuettes.

Nodding, Reginald's discerning eye never left the images, his chuckle running contrary to the careful attention he was paying. "Oh, beautiful, some of these are just beautiful," he observed, jovial tone all too sincere, "some of these are in incredible condition - India and Nepal, you said?"

Sandra gave a bit of a grin, trying her best to downplay her mingled relief and excitement at the idea. "Yes," she confirmed, nonchalant tone coming across so terribly forced, it really just wound up being adorable. Tone steadily growing more honest, more free, she warmly added "He's been gone for months, now...It's good to have him back at home. Alice always misses him like crazy, when he's gone."

Reginald gave another quick chuckle, at that. "Well, I'm sure she isn't the only one," he quite casually pointed out, tossing her a quick glance past the edge of the tablet. Sandra didn't say anything, but in Reginald's mind, the halfway reluctant little smile that sprouted on her face was confirmation enough. They went quiet for a couple minutes, just long enough for Reginald to pass through most of Sandra's pictures. Finally, he settled on one that had him sitting up in his seat: the totem recovered by Geoffrey, quite literally unveiled by Alice, and then lovingly cleaned off by Sandra, now put on display under photography lights.

"Hoh my, that is a piece," was the first comment out of Reginald's mouth. Sandra couldn't be sure if he meant it as a joke or not, but either way, it got a little titter out of the woman.

An amused little smile grew on her face, yet as Reginald kept looking and she began explaining, the smile swiftly died off. "Geoff says the place he found it in didn't seem to be calling any particular attention to it," Sandra offered, giving the melting ice cube at the bottom of her glass a gentle swirl. Finishing off the last sip, she set the glass down on the coaster she had over her host's marble coffee table, dryly commenting "Aside from the shroud, which...Somehow managed to find itself taken off before either of us could get around to properly cleaning it. Somehow." The pointed comment was met with a passive chortle by the man.

Sandra left the eye-roll implied, continuing. Sitting up a little more in her seat, enthusiasm sped her words as she eyed the tablet from afar, pointing out "See the care in the detailing? Not a single piece of that head of hair has even been so much as scratched, I've never seen anything like it! The eyes, too, are remarkably well-cut and polished, considering how long ago they must've been carved. I doubt the preservation's all thanks to the veil, too, because according to Geoff, he found it in the most unassuming place: tossed aside with some clutter and debris in a main room of the site, like it was just so much junk. Can you imagine? Exposed like that, I really can't comprehend how it's survived erosion."

"Neither can I, but I suppose we should count ourselves blessed - it's remarkable," Reginald commented, smiling as his eyes drank it in. "It's, well, it's quite clear to see where you got the fertility goddess idea." He paused, mouth shifting as he tried to articulate some nebulous thought, some brewing concept. Looking up at her from past the tablet, he let it sag in his hand as he curiously commented "I, I just find it so odd that it'd be tossed aside like that and not kept somewhere more ceremonial, somewhere that'd reflect a figure of importance and reverence. Geoff never found the remains of a shrine, or some such?"

"Not where he actually found the totem, no," Sandra explained. "We've already dated a few of the others pieces - the sabers and spears, for example, are at least a couple hundred years old. The type of relief on the vases was most popular nearly a thousand years ago, in India. The stonework, on the other hand, has been a bit more of a challenge, which naturally includes the totem, unfortunately. I floated the idea of identifying the composition of the stone, itself, to Geoff, but...He...Haw-"

Sandra swiftly slowed down, the look on her face subtly pausing before it started opening up in an uncontrollable yawn, something that piqued Reginald's interest. A bit of a concerned look coming over him, he ventured to suggest "Oh, Sandra, you haven't been keeping yourself up all night, again, have you?"

She didn't even make the attempt at an answer and risk some uncouth noise. Silent until she was certain her yawn had passed, she finally waved him away, casually reassuring "Please, you worry too much. This kind of find sitting smack-dab in front of you, and you're worried about my napping? I'm just due for a tea, is all!"

Reginald raised his eyebrows, sagely commenting "I can see the circles around your eyes, my dear."

Sandra's eyes eased halfway shut, the woman halfway through shaking her head as she denied "It's just been an exciting weekend, Reggie-"

"Exciting enough to keep you up all night, maybe? I wonder," he prodded, an almost teasing undercurrent to the knowing tone.

At first, Sandra subtly held her breath for a moment, internally torn over whether or not to confide. Ultimately, she chose; if not him, who could she ever trust? The warmth in the way he looked at her was steadily supplanted by concern as she deflated, shoulders giving a tiny slump like an admission of guilt. As if to preemptively allay his fears, she gave a carefree little sort of shrug, halfheartedly mumbling "...Maybe I've finally reached that point where I've gotten too used to having the bed to myself. I don't know, I haven't been...Sleeping particularly well, ever since Geoffrey came home."

"Well, how do you mean," the gentleman asked, brow barely knitting. "Bad dreams? Restlessness?"

Sandra gave an exaggerated nod or two, waiting halfway in for the suggestion to end before she could confirm "A lot of restlessness, mostly, yes. When I finally do wind up falling sleep, I can hardly tell the difference, come morning." Sandra paused, hoping Reginald wouldn't press on the dreams angle. Then, sounding a lot more confident than she actually felt inside, she changed the subject, smiling as she concluded "But, that's not so unusual. It's just excitement, that's all." Briefly widening her eyes for emphasis, she shot the tablet a look, adding "It'll go away once I can at least get a damn name for that thing. How am I ever going to sell it if all I can do is bill it as "unnamed tranny god," for God's sake?"

Reginald held back a quick laugh, chiming in "Even that's too blue, Sandra, they'd eat you alive!"

She broke out into a slow, mirthless chuckle, which quickly enough escalated into a legitimate giggle as the absurdity of it grew on her. She hadn't exactly told him the whole truth, but it was certainly more than she'd tell anyone else. If anything, her reassurances were as much for herself.

That her's and Geoffrey's sleep had suddenly become restless, simultaneously, upon his return? That they had heard Alice sleepwalking, each night? No, the whole hogwash of curses and whatnot was exactly that: hogwash. Nothing worth bringing up, and oddly personal, to boot. Maybe Alice was just stressing over her upcoming mid-terms, and Geoffrey probably just needed a little more time to sleep off the jet-lag.

As for herself? Just excitement, that's all. It had been some time since Geoffrey had collected a haul this large!...

Alice never realized, never seemed to notice, the effect she was having on her mother. Over the days since she had first come into contact with the idol, Alice had always been too wrapped up in her own goings-on to ever really spot a change in her mother's routines or patterns...Subtle, this power was. Through sheer virtue of her Favoured's presence, the goddess could do much...

While Sandra went off to have her chat with Sir Reginald, Alice was out the door and off to class. Suffice it to say, trying to pretend as if everything were normal was quite difficult. Quite altogether suddenly, she found it utterly impossible, now, to keep her eyes from wandering to places where they had never gone, before! With every fetching young miss or madam Alice passed by in the street, the goddess would purr in Alice's mind, and she'd swear some part of her was struggling, giving, that she were losing control, and when she walked onto the campus grounds and took a seat in her class? The pretty young honeys packing the seats had the goddess cackling and Alice sweating!

One of Alice's closer acquaintances, Vanessa, wasn't in class that day, thankfully. She was spared the sight of her good friend, pale-faced and squirming in her seat, hands balled into fists at her sides, desperately pinning her skirt flat across her lap, crushing her thighs together - clearly trying to hide something. The goddess hadn't yet been able to force a cock onto her, again, but Alice found that the more she experienced...Experimental thoughts, the more the goddess could, in a way, press herself upon her. Desperate, and quite naturally so, to keep her original fun zone, Alice did all she could to fight back, but...Her reserves weren't unlimited, and she knew it.

More than anything, Alice paid extra close attention to the lecture, that day. Better that than, say, Jenny Jaworski one row forward, one seat to the side - beautiful blonde cheerleader's fluffy sweater was cut so low, Alice could see tons of cleavage from where she sat, plus those obvious tan lines! Or, how about Catherine McPhee, two rows directly behind her? That Irish lass' freckled fanny could practically swallow her whole damn seat! Good Lord, how about Holly Truglia, three seats over? Oh, Alice had heard the boys talk. She'd heard the rumours. Snug like a glove and on the pill, too? Mmm...

Wait, Jesus, get a grip on yourself, girl! Sweat slowly turning her brow clammy, Alice's nostrils silently flared as she buried her nose in her textbook, doing all she could to will away the...Presence suffusing her personal space, constantly giving her thoughts that weren't her own, forcing her to feel in ways that weren't natural or wanted-

"But aren't they, my pet," the knowing, almost condescending voice whispered, filling her ears like the two were front-to-back. "Don't pretend you've never noticed these people, before...You know their names well enough, don't you?"

Alice had to close her eyes for a second, willing away the taunting spectre. "Stop it," she inwardly shot back, hand already darting into her knapsack for a handkerchief. Subtly dabbing at her face with the embroidered silk, eyes giving a single shift to the side for potential witnesses before firing back over to the professor, she defiantly thought "You know exactly what you're doing, you keep trying to make me...Horny! Do you think I'm deaf, dumb, and blind?! It's pretty damn obvious who the culprit is, here! You keep trying to make me look at girls-"

"Oh-hoh, let's not play games," the goddess heartily chortled back, shutting Alice right back down. "The coy, repressed act is quite quaint, by now. Why you ever thought this denial and farce would ever convince me is beyond me. Please, do continue resisting, child. It'll only make it all the more satisfying when you finally lose control." With a low, hungry titter, the goddess playfully pointed out "You've already been my Favoured for nearly a full day, now...Don't you think it might be time you considered who the first member of your harem might be?..."

Alice barely even had time to reel from the first zinger before the second whammy had come out, and for just a moment or two, she became a bit of a whirlwind of emotion, somehow managing to become even more flustered than she already was. "What?! N-No! I don't even know what to call you, and you want me to-?"

When the professor instructed them to a new page in their textbook, Alice couldn't have turned the page fast enough. Still, she couldn't look down for long before the voice came so close to Alice's ears, shivers ran down her spine. She looked up in a note of panic at the way she could feel, actually perceive, something closing in around her, something immaterial, like a gas, maybe. Something, a trick of the mind, perhaps, but it coincided with an enveloping proximity to the goddess' voice that forced onto Alice the uncontrollable gut reaction that somebody might even be able to overhear. Nonsense, of course. Optimistic, could've even been a cry for help, proof she weren't losing her grip on reality, but pure hogwash, all the same.

"Of course I do. Do you still grapple with the concept of what I ask of you, child? And, how utterly presumptuous of you, implying I should but hand out my name like we're equals. Would a title truly settle your nerves, some?...If you must, you may title me Sharani, First among Many. Satisfied?"

The girl blinked blindly as the echoing words settled in. A rush of blood started firing into Alice's woozy head, swiftly enough filling her vision with black fuzz. She finally had a name to go on: Sharani.

That was the last thought inside Alice's mind before she, quite without warning the students around her would've insisted, abruptly dropped face-first into her desk with enough force that the clunk of her forehead dropping into her textbook made the professor trail off. The people sitting next to her looked over in a hurry, and some of the people in front of her, including young miss Jaworski, slowly turned to look over their shoulders. As a few students glanced amongst each other, tried saying her name, or gave her a shake, the professor's face went from confused and unimpressed to more overtly concerned.

"Um," someone finally called, "prof? I think...I think something's wrong with Alice-"

More people started paying attention. More called her name. One even turned Alice's head so her face wasn't buried into her textbook, then tried shaking her a little harder. Alice's eyelids just wouldn't budge. Underneath, however, the bumps of her irises fired around...

...Bare feet in the dark, roughly patting the hardwood floor. She hurries down the hallway in a daze, blind and surrounded by tall, looming shapes, grandfather clocks and paintings on the walls. She can see someone walking ahead of her, but aside from the long hair trailing behind them, she can hardly even make out a silhouette. She calls out for the goddess, but only a carefree giggle echoes back up the corridor. Nothing good was ever had without earning it, child. Should a goddess ever bestow her favour without a trial?

The sensation of being watched is omnipresent and terrifying. Murmurs she can't understand seem to dog her every step, following her through the shadows. She passes by open doorways into rooms she doesn't remember, weaves around furniture her parents didn't purchase, finally stumbling in her desperation. The fall takes forever, but her arms reach out, desperate to catch herself before the impact, desperate for anyone at all to take her hands and stop it.

When someone finally does reach out, she grabs-

Alice's eyes popped open, a soft gasp catching in her nose. Wait...Who...Where...?

Understandably quite befuddled over the paper-coated cot she was suddenly prone over, she looked left, she looked right; sitting up, the groggy girl quickly enough clued in to where she was, remembered what had happened, and started gritting her teeth. Of all the...Of course she'd wind up fainting in class, right in front of everybody. The goddess must've found that a real treat to watch. Talk about social suicide, God only knew the questions and looks she'd be getting, tomorrow...

Wait. She paused, eyes subtly widening in recollection. She'd almost forgotten one crucial detail: she had a name, now, a new and proper clue to research once she was home! Should she tell her parents?...Maybe the name would help their work? Of course, they'd want to ask her how she'd known...Maybe they could tell her whether or not it was true? Whatever the case, it'd have to wait for home.

Until then, though, well...From the looks of things, she had somehow wound up in the university's little medical wing, already well under the close scrutiny of one Nurse Shields, notorious ball-buster and unsympathetic bitch galore to students from every family and every walk of life. Joy. Alice swore, the woman could've won the lottery and she'd still sneer.

Maybe forty-five minutes later, Alice was looking like quite the sulky sourpuss, arms crossed as she sat on her perch and simply waited. She had already answered every question Nurse Shields and the Headmaster had had for her, not to mention said everything she could to discourage them from calling her parents. It hadn't worked, of course - school board policy had forbidden neglecting at least a courtesy call - so now, Alice sat there in an uncomfortably absolute silence, waiting for her mother to come and pick her up from school like she were a little girl with the sniffles. At least the embarrassment were a solitary affair, now...

Nurse Shields flicked her eyes over from her magazine, eyeing the rich girl sitting in her upscale workspace. Once she had woken up, Alice had largely seemed to be herself, much to everyone's relief. Really, she seemed fine and quite content to get the hell out of there and pretend like it had all never even happened...Good enough for herself and the nurse, but the Headmaster, ehh, not quite. He seemed convinced the problem were more severe and Alice were simply downplaying it, an accurate enough assumption for the wrong problem diagnosed, and his primary concern had clearly been to remove the issue from university grounds before it could escalate. After all, the last thing any prestigious institution needed was scandal.

She and the nurse had unwittingly joined forces and managed to convince the nail-biting Headmaster that calling an ambulance, even for a Winterson, was well and truly an overreaction, but he hadn't been able to hold off on personally phoning Sandra and feeding her all kinds of lurid fears until she were personally making the detour to the academy. Sandra must've been worried sick, but no doubt the concern would quickly be washed away with annoyance over whatever business of her's Alice's situation had interrupted. Had she even finished seeing her friend, Sir Reginald? God, Alice hoped so. Maybe he'd even have an answer to the goddess' idol?

Again, ever since, Alice had waited. Forty-five minutes of utter peace and quiet...In a way, she completely loved it. Obviously, she would've preferred not to be in that particular place or situation at all, but we take what we can get and see where we go from there, right?

She sighed, shifting in her seat, crossing and re-crossing her legs. Even with the gruelling distraction the voice in her head posed, Alice would've much preferred to put up the image of normalcy and at least attend her classes. She must've given everyone quite the shock, collapsing face-first into her desk like she had. Must've looked like quite the fool...A sting made all the worse when she remembered precisely what the goddess had been trying to distract her, with. Homoerotic fantasies about girls and all the ways they can twist and bend? Oh God, ugh, better just stop now before she tempts fate and finds her panties filling out and stretching in all kinds of ways they're not supposed to.

Even if she thought any of those girls were cute, she felt almost certain none of them even knew who she was. Aside from Vanessa and just a couple others, her circle of friends in that particular class had always been relatively small, an assumption Alice felt proven by her lack of visitors once class was out. Nurse Shields more or less avoided her, which suited her just fine, of course, but she could've done without the consistent eye-rolls, head shakes, and barely subtle muttering about "another rich kid getting their ass kissed." The remarks, in particular, sparked Alice's resentment, something that had the goddess humming an intrigued chuckle.

Alice didn't get much of a chance to let the nurse's comments go, which hopefully would've discouraged Sharani from getting any ideas. Still in the middle of furrowing her brow, looking away, and bitterly pretending not to notice the latest example of rudeness, Alice abruptly perked up in her seat, eyes going more alert and ears pricking up as the unmistakable tone of her mother's voice started emerging from the other side of the medical wing's door. Within the same moment, however, she was giving a quick, agitated sigh, glancing skyward. Oh, God, Sandra must've been speaking with the Headmaster, already.

Not so, fortunately. Sandra, alone but on her phone, gave the medical wing door a light, quick rap with a single knuckle before going ahead and stepping inside, distractedly commenting into her smart phone "...No, I understand that, feel free to take as much of a look at it while you're at the estate." Cautiously lowering her voice, she added "Pagan religions, though? Are you sure?"

As soon as Sandra stepped inside, she and her daughter briefly met eyes, Alice already swiftly rising from her seat in a clear "I'm about ready to leave, thanks" gesture. Sandra swept her eyes off to the side, paying more attention to the voice on the phone than the people and situation in the same room as her. Understandably none too confident about the suggestion, but just as interested in exploring every avenue as Sandra was, her old friend commented over the line "Well, not exactly, but you know as well as I do that when you're going from scratch, you look into every potential possibility you can. It's entirely possible that some of Geoffrey's finds were claimed or traded from other lands, but Lord Almighty, that's a very deep hole to go searching in."

"You're right about that," Sandra agreed, reluctance clear in her tone. Alice watched her for a few moments, listening attentively, soaking in and mulling over every detail she couldn't help but overhear. Sandra was already worried, and she had to admit, Alice managing to keep composed after apparently dropping comatose in class did the complete opposite of reassuring her, but this call was just too important to interrupt before all their thoughts had finished coming out.

"I doubt the idol comes from India, it's...It's a very elaborate stonework, but still a stonework, all the same. Aside from the gemstones in the eyes, it's a very altogether primitive construct. There's no real grand embellishment, no filigree, gold plating, or ostentation...It may even predate widespread metallurgy. If established pantheons or other revered figures in Nepal don't help in identifying the idol, the next best bet, I'd say, would be cults or other pagan worships. Failing that..." The line buzzed with his groan. "...I'd say it'd be time to start digging," he reiterated.

Sandra barely sighed through her nose. "Thanks, Reg," she cooed. He'd always liked the short-form of his name - probably made him feel young, she assumed. He chortled and tried to be modest, but she just added "Listen, I've got to go, I'm about to pick up Alice and head back home. Geoffrey and I will take you on a conference call in a couple hours, okay?"

The corners of Alice's mouth shifted in a bit of discomfort as Sandra finally hung up the phone, but the way her mother sighed, hurried in, and took her in a quick hug banished the apprehension and replaced it with a warm, appreciative smile. Clutching Alice to her body, her voice a soft, nurturing coo, she exclaimed "Oh, come here!...Are you alright, sweetheart? Your Headmaster made it sound like you were having an epileptic fit, or something!"

Alice wanted to laugh, but all she could manage in the moment was a quick, scoffing chortle. When was the last time Sandra had actually hugged her?...Seems like years ago, now. It was so nice, so...Reassuring, calming. The power of a mother, she supposed. In truth, she wouldn't have minded hugging her for longer, if only in an attempt to bridge some of the emotional distance she had long felt between them, but by the time she was answering, Sandra was already letting her go, the two had slipped apart, and the moment was over. "Yeah, sounds about right," she joked, the smile on her face already blossoming wider. "No, I-I'm okay, I just, I don't know..."

Sandra watched her carefully, lips parted a crack, concern still plain on her face. Studying Alice's eyes, unwittingly making her even more uncomfortable with her own deception in the process, her daughter kept her ludicrous-sounding secrets and persisted with the reassurance angle. She forced another convincing chuckle, which naturally prompted her smile to widen. "No, really, I'm just exhausted, I was up studying for a few hours later than I should've been. It was stupid, I should've known I'd crash in the middle of the day."

Just as she'd suspected, then. Jeez, she still remembered how stressed she was, her own first few exams. Sandra's smile widened, sweetened. "Your mid-terms are coming up, aren't they?"

"Yeah," Alice merely confirmed, voice softening to a bit of a murmur. Sandra must've thought she was stressing. Sure, exams weren't fun, but she hadn't really been worried before Sharani had shown up. Now, though, well...She avoided her mother's eyes out of a genuine guilt over lying, a feeling compounded by her crafty awareness that such body language would only reinforce her story; instead of suspecting dishonesty, Sandra would only think Alice were discouraged. Her gut twisted into a knot, but Sharani purred an entertained, humming laugh. Quick thinking, child; a secret kept is a secret saved...

Sandra gave a soft, if affectionate, sigh through her nose. One corner of her mouth rising, strength returning to her tone, she partly turned back towards the door, instructing "Well, you won't help your scores any, exhausting yourself like this. Let's go home, and when we get there, I expect you to head straight to bed, missy, alright?"

"Alright," Alice softly answered, eyes dipping towards the floor before Sandra finally turned. Call her crazy, but the idea of getting more sleep was starting to sound a little unnerving.

Still, she followed after her mother, refusing to look at Nurse Shields even as Sandra gratefully thanked her for looking after her daughter. The woman barely glanced up from the magazine she'd splayed open in her lap, let alone actually say anything in response. When she got around to it, it was hardly more than a grunted "Yep, just doing my job." Sandra looked perplexed for a moment, then politely decided to be the bigger person and let it go.

Alice, on the other hand, started glaring straight ahead, passive-aggressively avoiding looking straight at the offender. The attitude on that woman...Hadn't anybody ever filed a complaint, before? Why was everyone so scared of her? How did she even manage to keep her damn job? Somebody really ought to knock her down a peg or two, one of these days...

She dutifully trailed behind her mother out onto the crowded university grounds, saying not a word until the two of them had reached the grand fountain taking center stage in front of the main structure. Once there, Sandra simply couldn't resist her curiosity any further. Slowing her pace, falling back to walk side-by-side with Alice rather than leading ahead of her, Sandra first drew in a noisy breath to signal she had a thought, then warmly sighed out in confidence "You know, I remember my first year of university...God, the nerves I'd get as soon as anything came up: tests, parties, even days off!"

Alice barely flicked her eyes towards Sandra's, then looked away.

With a quick titter, Sandra stopped completely, turned, and looked over at Alice's pretty face from the side, smile taking on a more rueful slant as it widened. Alice, realizing this was to be a "talk," came to a stop, too, but found it difficult to maintain eye contact for long. In another motherly coo Alice couldn't help but feel had fallen out of fashion some ten years prior in her life, Sandra murmured "This is the first time anything like this has come up...You've never really complained about your classes, before. If you were having trouble, I would've hoped you'd talk to me, about it. I'd hoped you were handling it better than I did."

"Sorry to disappoint you," Alice just mumbled, a bit moodily.

The defensive pushing away made Sandra's smile wilt, but then she put on another. Maybe what she'd said had just come out wrong, she thought. She'd more meant it to be encouraging, that she'd believed in Alice! "If you were having trouble, you should've just said something," she again tried to offer, intentionally sounding much more optimistic than accusing. "Your father or I could've helped you go over your study material!"

Alice tried not to look anxious, but she couldn't help fidgeting and wringing her fingers. The more Sandra dug, the more Alice might give her more reason to worry or, worst case scenario, suspect that something else were troubling her. Leave it alone, mother, for both your sakes - Sharani was watching!

When Alice only gave a noncommital grunt, transparently evading a proper answer, Sandra's brow slowly started furrowing. Why was Alice pushing her away?...Was she still upset Sandra had barred her from Geoffrey's finds? Dear oh dear, that was nothing new, she had no reason to feel nettled! No, she probably thought her parents wouldn't have been able to tear themselves away from their new finds to help her even if she had asked, Sandra considered...And, if she were being brutally honest, Alice probably would've been right. The hint of guilt that realization gave her finally had Sandra going on the defensive, too.

When she crossed her arms and looked away with a little sigh, Alice subtly gulped. Not because she was scared of her mother getting cross, oh no...Something much more important in life had struck her senses. In her peripheral vision, the realization was immediate and potent: through the open chest of her suit jacket, Sandra's crossing arms propped up her bust, ramping up and better defining the shape of her hand-filling cup size through her turtleneck. Good Lord, it wasn't just her dress pants that were tight, huh? The fabric clung to them so clearly...Were they still bigger than her own, Alice eagerly mused, or had she finally caught up?

Alice suddenly looked away, too, face igniting like a match. Wait, no, whoa whoa, sh-she wasn't going to look at her own mother that way-!

"That's it, pet," Sharani eagerly purred, already stirring somewhere deep in her mind. "Your mother's such a beautiful woman, don't you agree? Still so pretty, still so adventurous...And, look at you. You had to get your figure from somewhere. I see what you yearn for...I see where your eyes go, perhaps better than you do. Don't you wish you could simply reach out, and...Take her into your arms?..."

Alice's nostrils flared, but she refused, refused to look below the neckline, even as the tingles vibrating into life in her tummy flushed their way southward. No - not her mother! She won't! She's not going to give the goddess the satisfaction!

Sandra gave it a few seconds, lost for a moment in what to say. Finally, she decided to say they could finish their conversation another time and that they should just get in the car and go home, but when she looked back over, noticed the abrupt red overwhelming Alice's face, and let it trip her up enough to hesitate, all prior trains of thought were utterly derailed. Good Lord, was she getting sick? Was that a fever? Was she breaking out in hives, or something? Why was she red like a strawberry, all of a sudden?

In Alice's mind, that one moment felt so much longer, what with the goddess creeping around her consciousness. In just that one moment, the two of them almost could've had a private conversation. Was it any wonder that her mental fortitude was becoming so taxed, in recent days?

Sharani sounded so playful, so teasing about the whole thing, but there was a cold certainty that kept creeping through, too, a vindictiveness that challenged Alice to dare try telling the goddess she were wrong.

"Sandra must look amazing, naked...I bet you've thought about it, before. Once or twice, perhaps?...Oh, what a beautiful woman...When do you think was the last time somebody ate out her pussy? She must taste lovely...Oh, but...You don't like pussy, do you? No, you only like cock, yes? Yes, cock tastes better, doesn't it? Strange, you haven't had a boyfriend in years...But lucky you, I suppose you won't need one, now, will you? How reassuring a thought! You can turn any girl you desire into your perfect sex slave, a toy with the perfect body for you to do whatever you wish with...But only once you stop suppressing my boon."

Alice's heart thumped, the air around her body feeling smotheringly heavy. The goddess was pressing even harder than she had in class-!

"When do you think was the last time Sandra got to enjoy going down? Probably too long. She must miss the experience...Such a beautiful woman. You agree she's beautiful, yes? You can lie to yourself all you want, you horny little dyke, but you know you want a gorgeous girl for a pet. Maybe we should-"

"N-No," Alice stammered back, inside her mind. D-Don't call her that, i-it's...It's humiliating!

The goddess' tone turned condescending, for a moment. "Oh, I'm sorry, would you prefer I call you a man? You're going to grow a cock big enough to make a woman's eyes cross, after all - does it make you feel better about it, feeling like a shemale? What if your pet has a cock, too? Does that make it better for you, squeezing a woman to yourself? All you're going to do, day in and day out, is stuff your cock up tight asses-"

Argh! A heat flash sent sweat down her back, and when the tingling down under turned to pulsing, she did her best to keep her thighs only subtly pressed together. Images flooded Alice's mind, all of Sandra, all of her unbuttoning her dress pants, sliding the zipper down, and showing off those nylons, that garter belt, those stuffed panties. Alice could've squealed in distress. Stop! She doesn't want that-!

"Oh-hoh, yes," Sharani practically gasped, purring a giggle. "I think we've found the first member of your harem, right here!"

By the time reality caught up with her, Alice was so worked up, her nose could've started running. The degradation in her apparent condition was so quick, she must've looked legitimately sick as a dog, but before Sandra could even say another word, a voice abruptly, and seemingly fortunately, called Alice's name from beyond the university's beautiful swan-motif fountain, presenting enough of a distraction to yank Alice back out of her own head and away from the goddess' influence...Temporarily, anyway. Anything that took her away from the...The sex visions!

This time, Alice didn't bother averting her eyes, crimson expression opening up in plain confusion and curiosity as she looked over. Ears still flushed, stomach still a tingling knot, pulses coming faster and faster between her thighs, the sight that slapped her eyes, then, was the straw that broke the camel's back. How much more could she be expected to take?!

Jenny Jaworski, without a doubt one of the most distracting girls in her classes, was sauntering her way over from around the fountain's rim. With a thin collection of papers in her hand, a blonde ponytail that bobbed with every step, hips that swayed under her tennis skirt, high heels that clicked, bangles that jangled, and a pair of tits that bounced like bras were a foreign concept, Alice lost control. Eyes locking on the gorgeous, suntanned, snow princess of a cheerleader's fluffy, stretched-out sweater, Alice's eyelids flickered, her nostrils flaring as she tried to keep from panting. Good God, look at them jiggle-

"Fuck her brainless," Sharani urged, the scent of sex and a girl's body filling Alice's nostrils. "Fuck her until she's your slave, make her worship you and your glorious body as my Favoured! Wake up her body and libido with a long, thick cock, then tenderize her sweet, tight ass until she begs for you to make her cum, the girly slut-"

Smiling a little awkwardly, clearly feeling a little put-off about the errand their teacher had given her, she must not have noticed where Alice's eyes were lingering. "Hey, Alice, right? Good thing I caught you before you left, I checked the infirmary, but you were already gone. Before you go, I've got these papers for you. The prof wanted me to pass them on, they're for the lesson you m-"

"She's just a horny slut like you, another whore to bang into the floor! Make her gag on your cock before you feed her your blessed load! Show her how addictive butt-fucking is, pound her prostate until she screams into a squirt! Grab her head and fuck her pretty face until she drools down her tits, order her to jerk herself off while you do it-"

Alice's eyes started fighting her in a bid to roll themselves back into her skull, perspiration swiftly making her forehead shine. Jenny's plump lips and that sparkling pink lipstick would look so good around someone's c...S-Someone's...No, no, no-

"That's it, pet! Give in! Give in and turn her out like the high-class bitch she really is!"

No, no, please not now- Hnngh!!

Her jaw dropped open, a short, subtle, oh so tense groan creaking in Alice's throat. The sensation was overwhelming enough to make her knees knock, yet she remained otherwise completely silent during the unexpected ordeal. The red in her face went from strawberry to cherry as, amidst Sharani's cackles, Alice went over the edge, completely and utterly without any direct stimulation. Hands trembling at her sides, she helplessly held her breath and rode it out, spontaneously soaking her underwear into her own skin right in front of the two other women, all without a word of warning or acknowledgement to either of them. Alice could've died right then and there, but the electric current exploding through her crotch and washing up her body in all too brief pangs was so good, just so good!

"Ah hah hah! Yes, you little slut! Soak yourself right down your thighs, right in front of them! Let them smell how horny you are!"

The rush to her head left Alice woozy. If her mother or classmate understood what was happening...Oh, God, if they knew what she was doing!...

The way Alice tensed up and held her breath, the red in her face, the look on her face, had Sandra giving her a queer look, at first...Then, she just started going pale.

Jenny froze, mouth hanging open mid-word, one eye narrowing before her brow sank...Then relaxed a half-second later, a shocked pink blossoming in her cheeks. She tried holding out the papers, extending her arm just a little more, trying not to sound confused as she stammered some incoherencies. Unfortunately, it didn't stop there. Alice didn't even get a chance to try and take the papers. No, when the goddess struck, she struck hard.

When the heat in Alice's crotch felt like it were suddenly bursting, swelling forth, when the soft, satiny material of her underwear started feeling so tight at the front that it had to stretch taut at the rear, Alice knew in an instant she'd finally lost their second struggle of wills. Eyes rolling back, her mouth fell open wider, another tense, choked groan caught in her throat, and she fell to her knees. For a moment, it felt like the spontaneous orgasm was going to drag on and go off in the, er, "newcomer," as well, and the experience of going from one to the other mid-pop, as it were, could've had her sobbing in ecstasy. Luckily enough for her underwear, however, nothing more happened...Must've been the refractory period.

Nearby people lingering on the grounds looked over, confused and vaguely interested as spectators tend to be when they brainlessly gawk. Whatever Sandra and Jenny had been thinking before, Alice collapsing a second time, that day, had the former horrified and the latter terrified she'd run late for her own personal appointments just because she'd wound up getting involved as a witness with the wrong, stupid girl on the wrong, stupid day. Damn it, she had shit to do and places to be!

Hot, wet underwear filling itself out to a spent bulge, darkened fabric secretly stretching around the new cargo Alice presented, the goddess' sadistic laughter rang in her ears loudly enough to drown out anything Sandra or Jenny might've tried saying. Sandra started helping Alice up, pretending not to notice the way Alice kept her hands in her lap. Alice, face crimson and dew in her eyes, just tried not to let them see she was just doing it in a bid to pin the material down. Jenny, meanwhile, was too speechless by that point to do much of anything other than keep holding out the papers for Alice to take, but damned if Alice was going to risk moving her hands after a return of last night's humiliating situation.

"Dear God, Alice, let's just get you home," Sandra quietly urged, obviously still worried sick despite that well-deserved embarrassment mixing in.

Jenny's voice cracked. Giving the papers a bit of a wave, she just stared at Alice, lamely finishing her earlier thought. "...They're for the lesson you missed. U-Uh, you know, for the class you...You missed."

No dice, not happening, Alice still wouldn't take them. She just stood there, shivering, until Sandra finally turned her towards the parking lot. Then, the two of them simply left Jenny standing there without another word, arm lingering outstretched for a second before she finally thought to drop it back to her side. What the heck had just happened, here?

Sharani's triumphant laughter kept the sting fresh all the way over to the car, kept Alice's face red and her lips quivery. The seconds it took for Sandra to electronically unlock the car doors felt like an awkward eternity, for Alice. The moment she could, she tucked herself away to safety in the backseat, laying her purse across her lap and praying to God her mother wouldn't simply stare at her through the rearview mirror, all drive long. Sandra, face still a little blank and stunned, paced around to the other side and took the driver's seat...

For a lot longer than Alice would've cared to sit through, the ride was suffocated by an insufferably uncomfortable silence. Not even the goddess broke the still for her, leaving her Favoured trapped in the wordless din right alongside her mother. Even then, Alice didn't notice a change in Sandra. Again, she never seemed to realize, never seemed to consciously take note of, how distressed Sandra really was. Too wrapped up in how she, herself, felt, Alice never noticed the way Sandra gripped the steering wheel, how rigidly she sat.

Paralyzed in her seat, a red hint to her ears thanks to the soggy fabric clinging to her between the legs, Alice swirled with fears about her social life at school, about rumours that might've already been spreading, what her friends would think - nobody had texted her yet, so maybe that was a good sign?...Maybe not. Should she talk to Vanessa?...God, she'd sound insane! She could just, well, um, flip up her skirt, or something, for some pretty incontrovertible evidence, but God...

Sandra, meanwhile, was dealing with her own rather, shall we say, delicate little situation. Her first instinct had been to rationalize everything, to make a decision and deny reality. She gripped the steering wheel with both hands as tight as she could, spine like a steel beam as her heart...Pounded. There was no denying it, no rationalizing, not when it'd gone on for minutes on end. Even mulling over it had her insides roiling in shame, but it'd been racing ever since they'd gotten in the car and it's just didn't seem to want to stop.

Damnable flutters occasionally tingled in her stomach, too, and her ears hadn't gotten so hot at a scene in years. Her mouth had even started drying, and just the thought of speaking a word to Alice had Sandra's belly twisting into a knot. Her eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, and not for the first time that drive, either. Settling on Alice, Sandra bit her lip and looked away, beads of sweat collecting across her lower back. Had Alice...Had Alice actually done what she...Thought she had? No...No, she must not have...But, she wasn't stupid, she knew what her eyes had told her. Damn, why was this getting so under her skin?

No matter what she tried to think about, she couldn't seem to get that sound out of her head, the noise Alice had made when she had started trembling, the way she'd panted as she was pulled back up to her feet. The look that had crept up on that pretty young girl's face, the one who had tried passing Alice her class notes, kept replaying in Sandra's mind. She had seen it happen, too, and she must have clued in, judging by the stunned silence she'd gone into. She'd even blushed! Oh, Lord...What kind of trouble was Alice getting herself up to, now?

"...You okay," she abruptly murmured, finally breaking the long silence.

Alice just chirped a curt "Yep" back, shrugging with her eyebrows as she stared out through her window. One corner of her mouth rising, she even threw in a shrug of her shoulders for flair, halfheartedly hoping it'd help convince her mother everything was just dandy.

Sandra felt more stonewalled than convinced by the monosyllabic answer, and even that slightest bit of discouragement had her tongue tying. She glanced up into her rearview mirror again, eyes finding Alice's face, then dipping...Then darting away, heart pounding harder, a soft chill running through her skin. She glanced again, averted, then looked again. When she realized the tingle in her belly was flushing downwards, her face started sizzling so hot, she could've lit a match. No...What was wrong with her? Why...How could she...?

At a loss for words, she simply stared at the road the rest of the way home, and Alice didn't waste time rushing off for her bedroom as soon as they had rolled up. While Sandra went and fixed herself a drink in a bid to better understand what had just happened, Alice stripped out of her uniform, chucked her undergarments into her laundry hamper, and dashed into the bathroom, throwing herself into a hot bubble bath as soon as humanly possible. God...What could she even say, after an afternoon like that?...What a day...

If it weren't for how bizarre her dreams had become lately, if it weren't for how terrible her sleep had just generally been as of late, she would've been a lot more eager about this upcoming nap she'd be expected to take. Even if she didn't need to follow through just to maintain some semblance of her cover, she had started feeling drained enough post-ordeal that, really, a catnap didn't sound so bad. Just a couple hours of beauty sleep before spending the evening studying or calling one of her friends, or...

Wait, God, she'd almost forgotten: Sharani! Not the goddess, herself, but the name! Alice had a name and title to research, now!

Sharani gave a playful, if patient, groan. Half dismissively, half willing to entertain, she commented from inside Alice's mind "Ohhhh, why are we so determined to learn our history, now? I don't quite see what it is you hope to grasp. If you wanted to hear of my exploits amongst the gods and mortals, you'd merely have to visit your nearest temple and mention my name to the shrine caretakers. They could tell you tales fit to curl your hair, child."

Alice, leaning far enough back in the bathtub that she could recline near the foot of it, started looking more and more confused until a blank look of realization steadily overtook her. Good God...Go to temple? Did Sharani somehow...Not realize how much time must have passed, or that she wasn't even in her native land, for that matter? How long had she sat, blinded and bound, inside whatever godforsaken ruins her father had plucked her idol from, utterly unaware of how the world was passing her by? For something probably immortal...Jesus. Unending isolation: as far as punishments go, Alice couldn't think of a greater one for a god.

Choosing her words carefully, Alice looked off at nothing in particular, an almost apologetic grimace crossing her as she mumbled "Uh...I, um, I don't...Know if they'll remember you..."

Sharani gave a quick, smug titter. "They'll be reminded," she coyly chirped, all innocence and smiles.

Alice found herself wincing, a rueful smile sitting on her face until she finally found the will to get moving. She started to rise, bathwater gently swaying to and fro. Curtly, she quipped "Well, until they are, I think I'd better just go to my room and do some research-"

"Oh, you didn't think you were done, did you," the goddess smugly interrupted, a menacing chortle filling Alice's ears.

Before she had even really risen to her feet, an invisible pair of hands - a woman's judging by the softness and slender fingers, and a rather big woman, at that - grabbed Alice from under her arms and stopped her dead in her tracks. Another pair pushed behind her knees and forced her to kneel, foamy lather shifting and swaying in a circle around her hips. The hands on her sudsy shoulders lingered, meanwhile, signalling she was to keep put, a notion reinforced by the entertained titter that came just behind Alice's head.

Her eyes started going nervous before the goddess had even uttered a word. Alice had a funny feeling she knew what was coming, and the warm tingles it rushed into her stomach sent her lip into quivers.

"You're not done just yet, my pet...You've barely even washed the most important spot!"

Another hand gently swept through the warm bathwater, moving with a casual confidence as the full thing just brazenly palmed across her balls and flaccid little member. Even that mildest of touches provoked a flicker, a little rush, but the embarrassment put a tremble through Alice's chin and had her quivering lips pursing. Pink in her cheeks, she tried protesting, mumbling "It's plenty clean, already...B-Besides, I'm really not very horny, at all!"

The hands under her arms started sliding away, one trailing down her ribs and past the side of her chest to delicately trace shapes across and around Alice's tummy. The other dropped behind her, following her spine to her round little seat cushions, stroking circles around her glossy, foamed-up ass, fingers refraining from dipping between...For the moment, anyway. The pink in Alice's cheeks steadily expanded and darkened to red, the surge uncontrollably heading southward already provoking growth, stiffness, she closed her eyes and sighed when the hand at her rump slid a thumb into her valley, the print sliding across her winking star before dropping beneath and giving her beanbag a bit of a fondling. Predictably, the sensation made Alice gasp, much to Sharani's clear delight.

"...Liar," Sharani affectionately accused, voice a breathy, laughing whisper.

Alice's nostrils flared, eyes glazing. Looking down, she blurted out "I'm not lying, I...!"

She trailed off. When she saw her own red rocket, rigid and blushing as it hovered above the thick foam of her bubble bath, glistening and sudsy from the scented water, she lost her nerve. Wow...She...She knew she'd been getting stiff, but talk about-

Without a word of warning from the goddess, a fresh surge of warmth flushed through Alice's loins with enough intensity that not only did black stars pop in her eyes, she even wound up gripping the edges of the bathtub in a bid to fight the spasms coursing through her body.

The words could barely even form in her mind. "Nnh! W-What're you - oh God!"

The dull, yet overwhelming pleasure electrifying her crotch had her putting her teeth on edge and groaning, hard, and when she realized her rigid manhood was actually expanding, her thighs even started quaking. One extra inch to her expanded manhood swiftly became two, cock simply growing further outwards like a thing alive until the foreskin naturally retracted and exposed the crimson helmet. Then, thickening just that extra bit more, a new vein rose across the shaft, robbing the thing of some of it's cuteness in favour of raw sexuality.

At the same time, a heat flared down under as her scrotum got a little bigger, filled out a little more and developed denser balls, heavier things that must've churned up more slop - Alice could practically feel it! The tingling cloud of sensation that swam up through her body had Alice shuddering through her teeth just about instantly, the poor thing. Eyes nearly crossing, nigh-orgasmic ecstasy coursing through her, Alice gave a choked gasp, the scarlet in her face burning her ears and even going so far as to spread to her chest, too. Nipples puffing up and poking out, Alice wailed in protest, begging "You made it bigger! Nooo! I didn't want it even bigger!"

Sharani cackled. Mm, such a sweet girl...Alice really was the perfect pet, and in time, she'd be the perfect Favoured, too! She just needed more training, less inhibitions. She rejected Alice's laughable complaints, asserting "And you're giving yourself grief like some repressed whore. I didn't want you blue-balling yourself, either, but that's what I've been getting, so far. Who do you think you're fooling with this silliness? It's time to start acting like my Favoured, pet! It's time to start listening to your body!"

Alice stared at her new and improved cock, eyes completely glazing over no matter how she tried to struggle, no matter how hard she told herself to fight back. With every second, her will was fading. The way it throbbed, the way it pulsed...The heat suffusing every inch, demanding stimulation, satisfaction...The way it must've felt to sink in...Oh, G-God, she'd never really realized or understood how it was that guys must've felt, before! It was harder for her to ignore than getting wet had always been, and there was no way she could hide it from anyone, either - the way it commanded attention, within and without, was hypnotizing. Was this how girls had always made men feel? She'd never scoff or cringe at a guy getting hard in public, ever again!

"Mm...Starting to understand a man's position better, child? Oh no, whatever will you do?...Heh heh. Wonderful, understanding always breeds sympathy. Remember that, pet." She snickered, sending a shiver down Alice's spine clear to her toes. "Feels good to get bigger, doesn't it? The more you exercise my power, the more you'll master it...And, believe me, child, once you stop lying to yourself and start looking for girls to bless and induct into your harem, you'll wish you'd stopped fighting me sooner. You'll wish you had the power to just give every girl you fancy a big, fat ass for you to hump, a tight hole you can milk with your dick, and a big, soft pair of balls your's can smack until that slut lets them pour out across your bed sheets. Don't lie, pet."

The dirty talk just about had Alice's eyes flickering back into her skull, the very last traces of her crumbling resistance putting up one last front. At last, nostrils flaring, breasts practically jumping with how hard she abruptly panted, her hand found her cock, wrapped around it, and squeezed.

"It's time to listen to your body, you horny little slut...And it's time to show the bitches around you it's okay to do the same. Every woman who catches your eye will be another shemale toy you can rut any which way you want, a horny slut with nuts aching to gargle your spunk before you stretch out their hole. You'll be the top, the Daddy to a whole host of submissive, cock-hungry playthings, making all these whores addicted to your cock and cum. As my Favoured, you deserve nothing less. Now, get to milking...And I don't want you stopping until you can't get out even one more drop, do you hear me, bitch? Milk that pathetic little prick before I make it even bigger - you wouldn't want your dear mother seeing her sweet little girl swinging around a ten-inch chopper, would you?..."

Sharani giggled. "Oh wait," she teased, "maybe you would. Hee-hee!"

Alice just gave an incoherent groan. She couldn't even think straight, anymore. Heart racing, willpower eroded by the need down under, she gave up on fighting. When she started pumping her arm, wetly slapping fist to crotch, the goddess purred. Yes! Mm! Mm...Such a good girl. Such a good pet! Such a shame she played by herself. Who could possibly present a good playmate, she wondered? The rhetorical line of thought made the goddess snigger. Why, someone very near and dear to Alice, of course, someone already struggling with their own adorable little battle against the goddess...Someone already on the verge of losing.

It'd only take one more little push to have their minds and horizons expanding, and Sharani knew just the way to do it: pleasure, of course. Ecstasy was such positive reinforcement...

While Alice napped the evening away post-bath, no doubt throwing her sleep schedule into wild disarray in the process, Sandra had made calls, sent emails, read up with some research, and had ultimately finished up with cataloguing Geoffrey's finds, not to mention even dated a couple more pieces, herself. The one thing that still eluded her, of course, was the damn fertility totem. She'd give it another day, let Reginald have a chance to properly look it over in the flesh, and if he couldn't pin down anything more concrete for her to work with, well...Then she'd begin the no doubt arduous task of in-depth placement mapping.

The work had kept her mind busy for a while, distracted her from the day's events - embarrassing events she had refrained from distracting Geoffrey with, naturally - and while she still felt a bit worried over Alice's condition, she told herself during dinner that there wasn't much she could do about it until the following morning. Maybe then, Alice'd feel more inclined to talk. If not, then...Well...She'd feel ready to open up, eventually. Sandra knew it. Alice knew her mother cared about her...Didn't she? Sure, Sandra had always been harsh with Alice about letting her curiosity get in the way with Geoffrey's finds, but wasn't Sandra justified in that?

She'd tried to stop fixating on that afternoon's scene, and she'd even managed to succeed for a while, too, but once the distraction her work had posed was taken away, her thoughts had begun to wander. Conversation with Geoffrey should've presented a greater distraction than it did, and by the time the two had retired for the night, there wasn't much else she could think about. She felt convinced she hadn't handled the situation as well as she could've, told herself there were things she could've said to magically make Alice feel better and open up about what had been bothering her, and doubted her own ability as a mother for this perceived shortcoming. What had she done to lead Alice towards that embarrassment? Was she just overthinking it? No answer she told herself fixed the gnawing, inside.

Of course, besides the maternal doubts and fear, there was something even more pressing lingering in her mind, something considerably less natural. Stuck alone in the night next to a fast-asleep husband, Sandra tried not to disturb him by rolling around, but she couldn't seem to help it. Like a hot haze refusing to dispel itself from down around her knees, flashes of the scene by the university's fountain kept replaying in Sandra's mind, agitating the clarity she was trying to maintain up above the neck. She fitfully lay in bed, desperate to stop the lurid details from fleshing themselves out in her head, to stop these entirely inappropriate thoughts before they kept her up, all night. Why did it haunt her so?...Couldn't she just turn her mind off and get some sleep, already?

Finally, after nearly two full hours, Sandra was fed up enough to try just about anything. She got up, snuck into the kitchen, had herself a little glass of brandy, got back into bed, and tried a new approach: confronting her unwelcome thoughts, giving in to them and exhausting them until she got it all out of her damn system and got some sleep. The more she fought it, the more it'd fight back, correct? That's how it usually went with her, anyway. Past experiences had taught her that little tidbit.

Well-intentioned reasoning, to be sure, but mistaken. A short series of small internal compromises led to a great, rapturous fall.

Well, she told herself, of course she couldn't get it out of her head...Alice was a beautiful young woman, after all. Look at where she'd gotten it from! And, she'd never seen her little girl in a serious relationship, before...Maybe that's why the noises and faces she'd made had been so haunting, maybe Sandra had honestly never imagined Alice would've had it in her. She really was still just her baby to Sandra, wasn't she? She was a woman like any other, now, she had her...Horny side, like everyone else. It felt a little surreal, admitting that of her little girl, but what other truth was there to be found? It was time to realize that and keep it in mind, going forward.

She repeated the statement a couple times, trying to banish the way it made her uncomfortable.

Horny. Her daughter must've been getting...Horny.

Maybe this whole time, Sandra had let her personal feelings cloud her judgement, maybe she'd honestly come to think Alice was too innocent for...Dallying. Every child needs to grow up, of course, and Alice was no exception. Maybe it was time to...Understand and accept that she'd discovered and embraced her sexuality. She had been dressing a little sexier, especially ever since starting university. She always squirmed on the relationship angle. Maybe she had her eye on someone?...Or, maybe she just wanted to play for fun, not for keeps? Who knew? And, look at the way that blonde girl had reacted to the scene, too. She had probably been just as distracted as Sandra, all day long. Alice was beautiful, after all, why wouldn't the girl fixate?

Why wouldn't anyone? Alice was gorgeous. Sandra had always been proud!

She was sexy. She must've turned heads like Sandra did and not even realized it.

If Alice would only talk to her more about her personal life, she could pass on her wisdom.

Oh, God, she loved her little girl so much, how come they couldn't get along like they used to?

Why did Alice keep secrets from her, now? When had they stopped being close? Why couldn't they just...Let each other in?

That thought was Sandra's last before her body went still, unconscious, helpless. It didn't take long before her eyes were abruptly opening back up all over again, dulled and completely clouded over. Yet again, Geoffrey didn't stir one whit, not even when she slipped out of bed less subtly than the first time. Without making a sound, she slipped on a negligee and glided towards the bedroom door, opening it with barely a creak.

Sharani whispered in her ears, guiding her, directing her towards her goal, encouraging her that all was well, filling her mind with the sweet anaesthesia she needed to keep her numb and pliable, inside and out. Sandra was such a sweet woman...Sweet enough that her earnest fears played loops Sharani could manipulate. She deserved to feel loved by her daughter as much as any good mother did, the goddess gleefully decided. Can't get much closer to one another than what she had in mind. All it ever took...Was one good push. That's all, even with the more stubborn ones.

The first time, place, and person were always the most difficult, but after that, once her Favoured or their pets had gotten their foot in the door and saw the temptation of the brave new world looming before them, all their insipid prudishness, reservations, and delusions about the sanctity of the self went scattered like so much dust. They opened up...They shared. Two briefly became one, both in body and spirit. They made sex slaves of the pets sitting around them, turned out those whores like the good, obedient, anal-addicted cock-starved sluts they were, and showed them there was nothing wrong with accepting such a perfectly blissful role by the Favoured's side. All as it should be, in Sharani's world.

Alice was already splashing her feet in the water. Once she had her first real playmate, Sharani knew her Favoured would crack. They always did.

Tonight...She had just one such perfect specimen in mind. Time to reintroduce Sandra...

Tap-tap...Tap-tap-tap...

Alice drew in a deep, sleepy breath, brow furrowing as she rolled over in her bed. She ignored the sound for a few moments, but the knuckle-knocking eventually just came again and she figured her mysterious visitor wasn't really planning on leaving. One of her arms slipped up from under the bed sheets as she rolled onto her back, one hand sloppily rubbing up across her forehead, through her bangs, and into her hair. What time was it?...Who the heck was even knocking at her bedroom door? Didn't sound like the way any of the mansion staff knocked, or her parents, for that matter. However late the hour was, the entire manor seemed quiet, but for her visitor...

For the first time since she'd fiddled with that blasted idol and woken up the goddess, she'd gotten a nice, deep, restful night of sleep...Well, an extended nap, but really, it'd served the same purpose. She'd really needed it, too, she'd become so drained post-bath, post-draining, that she hadn't even had the energy to try following through on her research of Sharani's title. As much as she wanted to get that studying and research going, she hated to have her sleep interrupted even more, yet if she thought about it even a little harder than that, her resentment would probably swing over into more immediate feelings of concern.

A night of good sleep...That could've meant the goddess hadn't even been in her head, at all.

And if she hadn't been in Alice's head...

Sharani's giggle broke the silence, the comfortable solitude, even Alice's sense of relaxation. When she felt a silk-soft hand delicately touch down over her head, as light as air and yet still dwarfing her's, her eyes snapped open in a flare of terror. The goddess was corporeal, again!

Her mouth fell open, but when she tilted her head back and looked up, all she could see in the choking dark was the goddess' long, curly curtains of hair, falling out across the shadowy shape of her enormous bust. Standing just behind Alice at the very head of her bed, the goddess' opaque visage only slowly turned towards the door.

"You'd better answer that," she purred, an oh-so-smug, knowing tone to her voice. "You wouldn't want her to be rude and just walk in, now, would you, pet?..."

Faced with the goddess' full aspect, again, Alice swiftly went limp under the covers. "Who's her," she barely managed to ask, all the outraged rebelliousness she could muster up earlier in the day already wiped away clean. She wasn't about to work up the nerve, not like this.

Body still like an unbreathing statue, Sharani slid her hand away from Alice's soft hair. "Better go and see," she teased, jaw never seeming to budge, not even with that little snicker hardly going suppressed. It's a surprise!

Alice's throat gave a nervous flex. When the delicate knocking came again, this time a little more slowly, Alice finally pulled the sheets off and threw her legs over the edge of the bed. Dressed in a soft, pink pair of pyjama bottoms plus a matching noodle-strap top, Alice got up and ventured a couple hesitant steps towards the door, then turned and looked back at the imposing silhouette the goddess created by her bed, features still shadowed into obscurity until all Alice could make out was her hair, her figure, and her...Endowment, as it were. Keeping her voice down to a soft hiss, Alice looked at her pleadingly, protesting "That's probably one of my parents, or maybe one of the staff - what if they see you?"

When Sharani just gave a mirthless chuckle, Alice's blood started running cold. Her face opened up in confusion, discomfort, but the goddess offered her no explanation, no succour to put her mind at ease. The knocking came again and, reluctantly, Alice put foot in front of foot and crossed her bedroom. Her pulse quickened by the step until, at last, she took her doorknob, gave it a turn, pulled, and...

Sandra's voice was a breathy murmur. "I'm sorry to wake you up, sweetheart...I can't sleep, tonight. May I please come inside?"

It all seemed to happen so fast. The first place Alice's eyes found, naturally, was Sandra's face, and even though it was too dark for her to make out the glassy, heavy-lidded look in her eyes, she could hear all too clearly the dreamy smile that infected her tone. "M...Mother? What's wrong? Are you okay-"

Alice heard her window curtains draw aside, letting moon and starlight radiate into the bedroom, offering the thin, pale light the goddess so seemed to favour. The illumination washed past Alice's side from left to right, and once Sandra was exposed enough for Alice to make out, her mouth fell open, eyes almost bugging out. In an instant, she started getting so worked up, the poor girl couldn't even form words. Draped around her mother's figure was a black silk nightgown, transparent and only very loosely tied at the front with the sash looped around her curvy hips. Besides that, the one thing Sandra was wearing was a black, lace, puny, floral embroidered, vaguely transparent thong, which...Oh God...Looked really, really dark!

Alice's brain may have been stunned into a stupor, but her body certainly wasn't. In an instant, butterflies rushed around inside her tummy, adrenaline laced her veins, her heart started racing, and her pyjama bottoms started feeling tighter, a response that came more quickly than she would've ever thought or believed. Alice could only manage to squeak, eyes jumping up to the full, perky shapes rounding out the chest of her mother's negligee, locking on the pink pebbles capping either underneath the fabric before finding Sandra's glazed eyes, again. Oh God, no, no no, Sharani had gotten inside of her mother's head, too, hadn't she?

The carefree giggle from the other side of the room was a more than ample answer. Guilty as charged, pet!

When Sandra started shuffling towards her, Alice stumbled back a couple steps, letting the older woman step in past the threshold. "Mom, please, just go back to bed, th-this isn't-"

Sandra turned and started shutting the door, offering a new view that uncontrollably forced Alice's eyes down under, again. The poor girl's brain and muscles locked up all over again, soaking in the sight wiggling before her: her mother's big, round bum, thicker than she'd imagined, cheeks gently shifting and jiggling with every motion, but more importantly than that...What really had Alice starting to breathe hard...Was the realization that she'd been mistaken. Sandra wasn't wearing a paltry thong. Those strings were too thin, rode too deep up her ass, for that. No, Sandra had slipped into a tight G-string! Since when did her mother even have that kind of stuff?!

When Sandra turned back around with a big smile on her face, Alice couldn't even find it in herself to move. She could feel Sandra's eyes roaming across her, fixating on the doorstopper poking out the crotch of her pyjama bottoms. When the view just had her smile widening, Alice finally gave another squeak, eyebrows raising in innocence, pleading and resisting even as she struggled with the irresistible warmth the temptation created inside her. This wasn't right!

Sandra started walking closer again, and this time, Alice could only find it in herself to take a single step back before a pair of hands settled over her shoulders, barring her retreat. The goddess tittered up above her head, smiling from ear to ear as Sandra finished closing the distance, coming right up to Alice until the poor girl was sandwiched between the giantess behind her and her own lingerie-sporting mother, right in front of her.

With a serene smile, Sandra cooed "Can I sleep with you, tonight, honey?...Sweetie, please?"

Alice was almost panting, now. Stop, stop! A nervous sweat beading across her back, she tried to hold up her hands in some feeble display of discouragement, eyes hypocritically locking on Sandra's firm, bouncy handfuls, hypnotized by the rings her areolae made through the silk. Shakily, she protested in a whisper "Mom, please, wake up, this isn't right, you know we shouldn't do this, you'd never do this-"

"You've raised such a beautiful daughter," the goddess encouraged, something that only stoked the tension inside Alice. Stoking the tension inside her pyjamas, meanwhile, was the additional little comment "Don't you want to show her how much you love her, Sandra? Don't you love everything about your little girl? Doesn't my Favoured deserve it?"

Without even acknowledging that Sharani was there, Sandra just kept looking at Alice as she brushed against her arms and whispered back "I love you so much, baby...I know you've been having a hard time sleeping, lately, just like I have. You're my little girl, I have to take care of you! And, look at you..." Looking down between them, the older woman gave a girlish giggle. "You have needs, now, clearly...And, you know, so does mommy, sweetheart, she still loves an active sex life. You're not a little girl, anymore, and it's been wrong of me to keep treating you like one. I'm sorry I didn't notice the way you've looked at me, the last couple days...I won't ever ignore you again, okay?"

Alice's lower lip gave a quiver, barely pouting before she bit it. This...This was tainted, but...Oh, God, she wanted the love so badly. Dew started collecting in her eyes, and in the moment, Alice couldn't even begin to comprehend whether or not it was from despair or overwhelming joy. She loved the sweet woman her oft-stern mother really was so much, and this...This wasn't right, but...While Sharani's hands slid down from Alice's shoulders to her arms, Sandra was reaching over and holding Alice's waist, stepping just a touch closer towards her. When Sandra leaned in and pressed a demure little kiss to a very rigid Alice's cheek, the poor girl could only give another one of her choked squeaks.

The tip of the tent poking out her pyjama bottoms started blossoming a little dark spot, the narrow shape giving a shift as it flexed. Alice's eyes started crossing. She...Wanted the sex, oh God, fucking hell, no girl had ever touched her like this! The way it made her feel, the way it electrified her nerves, was mind-blowing! How long had she craved sex and silently been denied, how long had she internally wrestled with her own libido? How come everyone else got to have fun with somebody but she never could? How come it had never worked out, for her? She wanted sex, she did, she wanted to fuck-

"That's it," the goddess encouraged, a sadistic undercurrent betraying her amusement. "Let your balls beat your brain, pet. This'll just be your little secret...My Favoured can keep a secret, can't she?"

As soon as Alice found a part of her mind willing, the very moment that she started internally caving, Sandra's entire body abruptly started going rigid, quivering as if in mild convulsion. When Alice saw the way her eyes were rolling back, she realized what the true culprit was: heavy ecstasy, a euphoria intense enough to blow the woman's mind to Heaven and back.

Breathing hard, eyes going a little unhinged at the surreal reality taking over, Alice looked down and what she saw had her brain shutting down in soul-satisfying delight, reducing her to the animal side just as the goddess would've wanted. It was dark between them thanks to the two bodies getting between Sandra and the starlight, but Alice could still make out the way Sandra's G-string started rounding out, at the front...A shape that grew, swelled, expanded...!

Sandra kept holding her daughter's hips all the while, fingers flexing possessively in the heat of the moment. The occasional tense squeak she gave, orgasmic and shivery, had the crimson burn in Alice's face flushing to her ears, too. Mommy!...

"Yesss," the goddess lightly gasped, as if in ecstasy, herself. "That's right, child...Wake her up. Shape her to your needs. Take that bitch and turn her into a beautiful slut, just for you. Just for you, pet!"

Alice's eyelids flickered in guilty satisfaction. Y-Yes...Just for herself. All of Sandra's love, just for herself! Okay, even if it was filthy, even if it was just for this moment, this night, she'd admit it: she wanted it! Her mother as a shemale with a nice, pent-up cock...Sandra with big boobs, a fat ass, and heavy balls, just waiting to get unclogged! She smelled so good, she was so close, her lips had tasted so good, she was sporting a chub under that lingerie...Sh-She couldn't fight it, anymore-!

Alice fired her eyes up to Sandra's once she started leaning in, still shivering in delight. When Alice took Sandra's hips right back, closed the rest of the distance herself, pressed her lips to the other woman's and smelled her skin, the rush to her head turned her legs to jelly. She smelled so good, God, she just smelled so sweet-

For a moment, everything went fuzzy and black like Alice were fainting, and then, with a giggle from the goddess, she found herself coming to, inexplicably seated over the edge of her bed. Sandra was already sashaying towards her, one hand delicately tugging at her sash until her negligee started slipping down her arms, falling to the floor behind her. Alice's eyes watched Sandra's tits for a few seconds, eagerly soaking in how perky they were in their little bounces, how inviting those hard nipples were, before finally crossing along her slender belly to the stuffed G-string down below, a decorative scrap of embroidered lace that couldn't even begin to hope to shelter the new cargo it had to deal with. Alice just panted and stared. Had...Had she really made that happen, or was the goddess just toying with her head?...

Did it matter? Oh, God...Oh, goddess...Her mom with a cock!...The both of them were a couple of-

"That's right, pet," Sharani encouraged, observing with glee from the sidelines. "And don't you dare stop until I tell you to. Don't you dare even think of calling it quits before you've drained those balls of your's, all over again. Sandra can wait...Let that shemale slut keep her slimy nut to herself and learn a little humility until you're good and ready to reward her hard work." She giggled, and in a singsong coo, she added "Mommy's been so mean to you, lately...Tonight's the night she makes it up to you. If she wants to bust your balls, you bust her's right back. Teach that uptight cunt a fucking lesson!"

In the starlight, Alice could see the half-hard shape stressing through the transparent basin, and as well, Sandra's full, smooth balls couldn't help but spill out past the sides, looking so pent-up, so full, that Alice's mouth watered. The way the lace pointed out around the plump shape of her meat, the way it was already steadily expanding outwards, exposing the way she felt so much more clearly than before...Alice gripped at the bed sheets by her sides, an unhinged grimace of need plain on her face, knees uncontrollably shifting until they finally spaced themselves apart. You like what you see, Sandra? Sh...She'd teach mommy to look down on her!

As if in response, Sandra slipped her thumbs under the narrow waistband of her underwear, tugging the tiny scrap down past her growing rod until the string slipped out from between her cheeks. She let the fabric ring bundle up on the way down to her knees, then shimmied her legs until it looped around her ankles and she could merely kick it away, casting it aside somewhere in the darkness for Alice to find and do whatever she wanted with, come morning. Alice, eyes locking somewhere southern on Sandra's body, breathlessly let her mouth drop open in excitement, drool making her tongue shine.

For a moment, she actually tried leaning in, tried getting closer to the toy exposed before her, to the lovely, blushing shadow poking out from Sandra's body or the round, heavy pouch drooping lower down, to the vaguely familiar scent of her mother, so much stronger than she'd ever before gotten to experience. Sharani grinned in glee, but kept her giggle to herself lest the noise break Alice out of her little "trance," the minx. Before she could get very far, however, before Alice could get it twisted on which role she was to play in this, her mother started easing down into a squat in front of her legs, getting in deep right between with a big, affectionate smile turned up at her, an excited twinkle sparkling in the pretty woman's eyes like the stars peeking through the bedroom window.

"Oh, God, yes," Alice breathed, watching Sandra's hands glide out for her hips, trying to get to the waistband of her pyjama bottoms. She eagerly stood up a little, practically jumping to her feet just high enough for Sandra to slide her fingers in past the material and give it a tug, a big grin cracking across her face as she tossed a look up at Alice.

"Settle down, honey, I'm not going anywhere," Sandra playfully chided, easing her warm gaze back down to her little girl's bulging PJs. She slid her fingers back and forth across the inside of the waistband as she started pulling, evenly tugging the entire thing down until the loose, comfortable fit had the whole thing just slipping right down the Favoured's silky legs, plopping it down into a soft set of shackles around her ankles...Not to mention showing off her stretched underwear, a sight accompanied by the flowery scent combination of Alice's skin and the laundry detergent her pyjamas had been washed with.

With her judgement clouded and her crumbling inhibitions brought low, the love-shy young woman's meat was already stiff as a steel beam, prodding straight out into the basin of her pink, lace-trimmed panties so ferociously, the openings for her legs had been stretched far enough to have her balls peeking out either side, helplessly spilling what with the satiny material so tented. An internalized giggle had a fresh grin splitting Sandra face, for a moment, as the woman gently dabbed a fingerprint across the tiny, dark wet spot Alice had made, marking the fabric of her underwear just directly over the end of her flagpole. How cute!

Such an eager girl...Like a little boy, really, with his first girlfriend, Sandra inwardly teased. But, that made it so much more special, didn't it? She was the first person to see Alice, like this...Probably, anyway, she assumed. And, it just as well, Sandra concluded in her euphoric, dream-like state of mind. The first time can be so personal...At least if she does it, she can ensure Alice doesn't get hurt. She'd never hurt her sweet little girl!

When Sandra's hands swept across and around Alice's lap, feeling her smooth skin, the girl shivered. When her fingers hooked into Alice's panties, she kept looking down and watching her with open anticipation, face flushing red as her mother gave a hungry, sub-vocal purr, a steamy chortle just under her breath. The imminent exposure had Alice's tummy tingling a little, but the warm jolt of adrenaline through her veins kept her rooted, smiling, waiting. Sandra dropped her eyes once she had the stretched fabric dropping off of Alice's new accessory, eyebrows immediately rising as she cooed through a grin.

Alice watched Sandra's bedroom eyes shift around in delight, drinking it all in, fascinated by even the silhouette of it. She loved the adorable way how, even though Alice had foreskin shrouding her hot, red helmet, it wasn't long enough to hide the syrupy sap that had oozed out across the eye, smeared around a bit thanks to the girl's constricting underwear. Her jaw steadily hanging open wider and wider, breathing hitching harder in excitement, Sandra wordlessly let her tongue slide out past her bottom lip before, eyes closing, she held Alice behind her knees and leaned in. Alice didn't even have time to prepare herself - Sandra was going for it!

Within the moment, Alice's whole body flinched; head hanging back, eyes involuntarily flickering back into her skull, the girl deflated with a loud, stunned moan, warbling at the intensity. Oh God, oh my fucking God, her mouth was so hot and wet with spit-

Sandra moaned around her mouthful, while Sharani just looked on with a vicious grin. Oh, she'd never hurt her baby girl, alright...From now on, she'd only pamper her, just like a good mother ought to. How dare she punish Alice for displaying curiosity and wanderlust, how dare she confine her Favoured to home and hearth when all she wants to do is help her parents with their exciting work! That wasn't fair in the slightest, and Alice had put up with it for simply far too long. It was high time, Sharani decided, for Sandra to find herself accustomed to a new routine, a new status quo in life. Just the thought had the goddess giving a nasty snicker.

Once Alice had overcome the initial shock, she was raising her head and looking back down, meeting the big, blue eyes looking back up at her from down in her lap, eagerly searching for a reaction to her efforts. The view was so surreal that, if there were any part of Alice that still wanted to resist before this went too far, seeing Sandra with those pouty, soft lips wrapped around a cock - the cock inside her lap, poking out from her thick, brown pelt of pubic hair - simply shushed those voices out of sheer, overpowering, existential confusion. It didn't help that in the dark, she didn't get to see as much of it as she would've liked. She could only feel it...Experience all the little things Sandra did.

She could feel Sandra's lips tighten a touch, pursing as the corners rose in a stretched, adoring smile. Eyelids flickering in greedy satisfaction, an ecstatic, shuddering giggle vibrating in her throat at the indulgence, the woman started lashing her tongue around, head subtly shifting left and right as she swirled her slippery mouth-muscle and savoured her first taste of that new piece of meat. Alice gave a hiss, eyes shutting as the texture of Sandra's hyperactive tongue played havoc on her sensitive nerves, firing off enough explosive pings in her brain to have her gasping. Sandra's mouth was molten, and by God, she wasn't timid about using it!

Alice's legs giving a hard quake, Sandra lifted her hands up higher, sliding them across Alice's smooth thighs until she could follow the rounded swell, grab her by the ass, and squeeze those cheeks, pulling her by the clappable tush until she had forced half of Alice's cock between her lips. Every touch her mother gave her sent Alice into cloud nine. Even getting her ass grabbed - from the front, no less - was enough to knock her knees and help spark her rut, the inexperienced young lass.

Having her cock slide even further in across Sandra's tongue, on the other hand, had her grabbing the woman's shoulders for support, leaning towards the kneeling beauty just a little more, briefly looking out at nothing in particular through eyes gone blind with preoccupation. The hot, needy glove wrapped around her prick bobbed back and forth a couple times, gently, then slid back for a few direct suckles across her foreskin, tongue dragging as she played with her concealed tip.

Sandra finally slid back completely, a big, confident, smirking smile on her face as she looked up, eyes dreamy and smouldering as she watched Alice pant. Reaching up, she used just her index finger and thumb to roll Alice's foreskin around, watching her face twist up in a grimace of pleasure before she started sliding the skin back, freeing up that crimson helmet to do more than simply ooze a taste-treat for the older woman, but to even come out and play.

"You like that, sweetheart? You like the way I do it," Sandra breathlessly cooed, almost panting under her breath in excitement. "I always like taking my time, when I do it...I like making sure the job's done right, hee-hee!" The girlish giggle, alone, could've had Alice sweating in need, so when Sandra took it a step further and lapped her tongue across Alice's bare tip, grinned, and gave another giggle at the way she flinched, Alice's mounting rut couldn't take it.

An aggressive glint in her eyes, Alice's panting steadied, deepened, as she looked downwards. Who did Sandra think she was, giggling at her?...Did she think it was funny, toying with her like that? She had no idea her mom could be so bubbly! Well, let's see how she likes it - she's the toy here, not Alice!

"No, you certainly aren't anybody's toy, Sharani sneakily encouraged, purring from somewhere in the shadows filling the room. "Teach that uptight twat a lesson she'll never forget, child, show her she's the pet for once in her life!"

When Alice spotted Sandra's hand at her own cock, only slowly pumping it with a surprising amount of restraint, Alice frowned for a second, shifted a leg, and gave the offending hand a bit of a backhand, as it were, with the top of her foot, smacking it just hard enough to get the message across. Sandra's eyes opened up in surprise, naturally. As she put her leg back down, Alice spoke to Sandra in a tone she'd never dare otherwise, delivering an order she otherwise never would've dreamt of.

Watching Sandra's big, blue eyes, occasionally darting her own down to her saliva-slathered manhood, the thinly-veiled frustration in Alice's chest started boiling over: "Hey, I never said you could do that! This isn't about you, this is about me! Tonight, I'm in charge, and I say you..." Alice gulped, but the excited, empty-headed nod Sandra gave calmed her down, some. "...I say you save it up, just let it build," Alice continued, more huskily, this time. Brow furrowing a hint, one of her hands started shifting from Sandra's shoulder to the back of her head, yet the woman never stopped watching her, never tried to stop her, breasts lifting and falling with every deep breath the amorous woman took.

"This isn't about you, this is about me," Alice insisted, too out of it to mean it with the bitterness the goddess would've liked. "You don't get to...Finish, just yet. You get to when I say so! You "go" anywhere, I'll know! You break the rules, I'll...I'll swell your balls up! I swear, I'll do it! Good luck hiding apple-sized nuts under those tight fucking pants you always wear, mom! God, if your ass was any bigger...I, I bet I could even pump up your tits, too, if I tried!"

Sandra gave a dutiful, mindless nodding, eyes getting even more glassy and placid at the instruction. "I won't disobey, baby, I promise," she quickly reassured, "I'll be good! I'll save it up like you want, anything you want! Just...Just let me suck it!"

Alice's brow furrowed deeper, a subtle growl catching in her throat. Had that been a demand?

Sandra kept running her mouth. "You won't forget about mommy's backed-up balls, will you? You won't leave me pent-up for long, right? I have work to think about, people to see, a-and-!"

Heart pounding harder at the idea taking shape in her head, Alice's smile became a grin. The hand on the back of Sandra's head finally kicked into action, pulling Sandra closer mid-sentence until Alice had pushed her pulsing hard-on back between her lips and gotten all the way to the back of her mouth, cutting off her mother's yapping with a supremely satisfying "Glk!" Nose buried in Alice's pubic hair, every huff soaking in the familiar scent of her daughter, Sandra's eyes went as wide as saucers and turned upwards, desperate to meet Alice's face yet seeing no more than her belly, flexing with the girl's harsh breaths.

"Shut up, just shut up and suck it," Alice muttered, feeling the way Sandra squeezed a little harder at her ass, as if to keep herself there. Mouth dropping open, anger washing away from her face as it opened up in that sweet agony, she started pulling Sandra's head back and forth...A little slowly, at first. When Sandra started moving with her, however, trying to pump her head for Alice, the girl shut her eyes, gave a tense, throaty moan, and started rocking her hips, clumsily emulating motions she'd always seen in porn yet never before had any reason to try for herself.

"Yeah...Fucking take it! F-Fuck...Fucking bitch, always treating me like a little kid, always crushing me down-"

The space between the two women, the two new, if perhaps temporary, lovers, started filling with the wet sounds of the twitchy, leaky mouthful Sandra had to contend with, the faint bottoming-out of a rounded end against a throat, and the occasional gag whenever Alice tried pressing too hard. The girl, hanging her head back once more, let the angry venting trail off into a loud, shuddering moan of victory and delight, a grin briefly growing on her face before she sneered. Dew in her eyes quickly collected into tears, rolling down her face in trickles. For what felt like a long time, Alice was silent, mouth wordlessly twisting in ecstasy, eyes rolling around before slowly starting to turn up into her skull.

Sharani watched with a nasty grin. "Yes, that's it, pet! Wake her to her true role, in this life! Mark her, make her your's!"

"Y-Yeah," Alice shuddered, a fresh surge of red blooming in her face, teeth gritting. Sh...She was close...!

"Face-fuck that bitch, gag your mommy-slut until your hot dick is the only thing she wants! Just think about how satisfying it's going to be to put her on your bed and fuck that fat ass until she dumps her creamy nut all over the sheets, until she's moaning and begging for it! Why not make her cock bigger?...After all, she is your mother, wouldn't you like to know that the cock you came from's big? Maybe you'd even prefer to call her "daddy," now, pet?...Hm-hm, don't look at me like that, you little liar! Once she's earned it, you'll ream her out until being a shemale butt-slut's the only thing that can get her off! The only girl who can bust that bitch's balls and put her in her fucking place is you, pet!"

Sharani dropped her eyes low, a vicious, grinning smirk jumping up on her face. A quick laugh hopping up out of her throat, she raised an eyebrow and teased "Ooh, I think she already likes the idea...Look at how hard she's twitching! Ah hah hah, I think the whore's ready for her mouthful, Alice! What're you going to do? Where's it gonna go?!"

She wasn't going to hesitate, that's for sure. Alice started moaning, hard. Head hanging back, she pulled Sandra's head all the way in, putting her mother's chin to her balls and her nose to her mons, burying her in her pheromones. Sharani cackled: there was her answer!

Sandra's eyes went wide again, but a split-second later she was hacking around her spitting mouthful. Gagging, eyes rolling back, she dug her nails into Alice's cheeks, even parting them in her fervour. Alice couldn't help but fall into a sit on the edge of her bed, dropping down onto Sandra's hands while simultaneously keeping her face glued to her crotch all the while, moaning and hissing as the brain-busting orgasm just seemed to drag on and on-

Sharani watched until frothy spunk eventually started dribbling and bubbling from Sandra's nose, more and more coming by the second. Down under, a quick little squirt dribbled from her untouched, hopping cock, a helpless concession high between those thick thighs. Sandra's face started going even more red, probably from an ambiguous combination of humiliation and breathlessness, the poor thing. Her knees shifted against the floor, legs twitching and toes curling at the sensation, but with her hands stuck squarely under Alice's rump, there was no saving that ruined orgasm. Next time, lady, show a little more self-restraint and avoid dumping your salty wad at nothing more than a daughter-dick face-fucking! Talk about a hair-trigger, you fucking quick-shot!

When the streamers against the back of her mouth wouldn't stop, Sandra's throat finally started flexing. When Alice, then, felt Sandra start gulping, she almost couldn't take it, wobbling in her seat out of brain-drained exhaustion. Vision popping with black stars, wobbling like a drunkard over the edge of her bed, she started lying back into her bed...Just for a little afterglow relaxation, of course, Sandra's face still dutifully fixed to her lap, for the time being. She wasn't going anywhere until Alice was spent. Who knew how long it'd take. One more go, at least.

The goddess cackled. For the last time that night, she melted into the dark and vanished. She knew she'd been right in her pick for Alice's first playmate...Look at how well they got along! Oh, sure, she'd plucked a few strings, Sandra might not even remember it, in the morning...

However, Alice would. Very much so, in fact, in vivid detail. She'd never be able to escape that ecstasy. Sharani wouldn't allow it. Alice would always remember how she'd, at least partly, given in and consented. She'd realize what power she could have over women. She'd more clearly realize what she could get from them, what she could do to them...How she could make them love it. The temptation wouldn't let her go.

And that...That, dear child, was the first step to becoming the Favoured. Every harem has to start with somebody...

~~End of Ch. 2~~

Chapter 3: All Eyes On Me

Chapter Text

My Forbidden Goddess

Part I ‑ "A Worthy Vessel"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: February 5, 2019

Sandra, that posh, beautiful wife and mother, drifted awake with only a faint start, every muscle in her body as relaxed as jelly under those warm covers. A delicate sigh puffing from her nose, she could just barely make out the twittering of birdsong, flittering hither and thither just beyond their bedroom window. Mm...Lord, what a wonderful night of sleep, first time she'd slept even halfway well in ages! Well, she supposed she'd earned it; it'd been difficult enough falling asleep in the first place, after all, the least her body could do was stay conked-out for a good eight or ten hours of deep, deep REM, hm? It's nice to have things finally going back to normal!

Geoffrey stirred, but before Sandra could murmur something about how he'd slept, the most bizarre thing flickered a furrow in her brow. Just the littlest disturbance in the mattress, just the tiniest shifting beneath her body, made her swore she'd felt something...Odd. Maybe it was just her imagination. She brushed it all off without a second thought.

Geoffrey rolled over towards her. A deep, sleepy breath drew in, drifting back out as his hand found her thigh and slid up her hip. Without a second thought, her brow twitched down, a disapproving mumble catching in her throat. What, now?...First thing in the very morning? Was he mad? She lifted her knee and turned to roll over onto her side, then froze, eyes steadily bugging out.

Geoffrey didn't seem to notice, indeed, he gave up quite altogether readily. Slipping out of bed, he gave a quiet yawn on his way out the door, not one offended word offered over his shoulder. Sandra just lay there frozen in time, half on her side with her leg cocked for the turn, waiting until he'd left the room. As soon as the door had shut, she was falling back over, sitting up, and throwing the bed sheets down. Staring down into her own lap, the beautiful woman's mouth dropped open in utter, uncomprehending horror. She...What...How did...!

A strangled, distraught cry filled the room. This can't be real!

Sound unheard, Sharani cackled. Yes, Sandra! You don't remember, hmm? Drink it all in, honey! Look at what your daughter's done to you, look at what kinda kinky fun you two will have! Get used to it, sweetheart, that fat thing's not going anywhere!

Mouth agape, Sandra stared in stunned silence, legs opening as her hands shot down, searching her own crotch for some clue to support her disbelief. She flicked her limp cock around between two fingers like an overgrown bean, groping around and under her hefty balls for a good fondle. It started out as nothing more than a tingle in her cheeks, but with every second that passed, the burn spread further and further towards her ears.

She...How did this happen?...Could this even be real? She had a...Penis! She did! What the fuck?! How? How could this even be happening?!

Her breathing hardened. W-What would she do? What would she tell Geoffrey? Lord, or Alice? Geoffrey's been her husband for so long, and they'd never suffered a dead sex life - what was she going to say?

The rose bloomed down to her chest. No, nobody could know! She could...She could keep it a secret! God, she had to! What could she even do? What could even be done to help her?

Bean thickening between her wiggling fingers, Sandra abruptly slid her hand up and away, the thought to do so never even consciously registering in her mind. That, in particular, had Sharani giggling in glee; so potent had Alice's compulsion been, Sandra followed it utterly automatically, blue-balling herself of her own semi-oblivious accord. Utterly adorable, she'll be so mystified once she finally catches on!

Looking a little disappointed without even realizing why, Sandra let go of her new manhood and kept still until she'd caught her breath, tempestuous thoughts simmering in her head. Yes, she...She had to keep it a secret. She could manage, she just needed to be smart. Mouth a little dry, the milfy sweetheart gave her lips a lick before sliding out of bed, finding a roomy pair of panties to slide into before wrapping an opaque black house robe around her figure, cinching the sash at her curvy hips. Quaking a little with a hint of adrenaline, trying her best to ignore the sensation of having so much more filling out her underwear, Sandra put on a smile and told herself she'd think of something, the deluded cherry on top that couldn't help but provoke a sadistic giggle in the goddess.

Ohh, honey, she just wishes you remember this moment, once you're giving in all over again...You'll have cracked twice, you repressed slut!

As subtly avoiding her own husband as much as she could that morning, Sandra decided it might help settle her nerves, not to mention her abrupt identity crisis, if she got in some nice, pleasant, relaxing baking, and while she was it, she had the thought to do something sweet for Alice. Mustering up all the affection she could, she poured it into an extravagant tray of hot, fresh breakfast: between cinnamon French toast drizzled with maple syrup and whipped cream, there was a small bowl of a thick, apple chunk-laced oatmeal, a sister bowl of strawberry and blueberry parfait, and finally, a tall, cold glass of a freshly-blended fruit smoothie...Not to mention Alice's daily multivitamin. Everything a beautiful young woman needed to start another busy day at university!

She whisked herself around the kitchen, humming until she had it all done. Maybe this would brighten Alice up after all of the prior day's embarrassment, Sandra hoped!...

"...Lice?...Sweetheart, are you...?"

The sensation of being watched is omnipresent and terrifying. Murmurs she can't understand seem to dog her every step, following her through the shadows.

"Sweetheart, it's time to wake up..."

Alice's eyes darted around under her eyelids, nostrils flaring with each deep, harried breath.

The fall takes forever, but her arms reach out, desperate to catch herself before the impact, desperate for anyone at all to take her hands and stop it.

When the curtains next to her bed were drawn open, a wide shaft of light fell across her face, instantly shifting reality away from her dream to the here and now. The images, now banished, nonetheless left her with a parting gift: sweat in her PJs and a rock-solid case of morning wood, mother in the room be damned. If there was a bulge under the sheets, Alice was still way too groggy and out of sorts to know it, let alone care. She grimaced, yanked her sheets up to her eyes, rolled over onto her side, and curled up into a reluctant ball, pinning her turgid doorstopper up against herself like a hot speed bump across her belly. She groaned for mercy, but Sandra just tittered at her.

"Ohh, don't moan, now, not at me," her mother gently chastised, "not when I got up early and made breakfast!"

For some reason, there was just something about that statement that gave Alice pause. Then, within the moment, her face was opening up more and more in raw, unadulterated shock. Even as her heart started thumping, her mouth started falling open. The night before, they'd-!

She pushed herself up until she could flip over onto her bum, looking over at Sandra in terror, a wild fear that her mother'd been irreversibly changed. To the contrary, however, the woman standing by her desk, graciously calling attention to the silverware tray of food overtop, seemed to look just the same as Alice had ever remembered, nothing at all out of the ordinary besides, perhaps, the rather overly-friendly smile gracing her face. Blinking a couple times in rapid succession, Alice ventured a cautious question, nearly mumbling as she asked "Mom?...Are you, uh...Okay?"

Sandra's chipper smile persisted even as a confused look grew in her eyes. "Yes? Of course I am, why, do I look sick?"

Alice waved her away, sliding her legs out from under herself, using the motion as an excuse to rustle the bed sheets and drag a bit more below her navel. "Uh, no, never mind. You look fine, never mind," Alice repeated, shaking her head, shrugging her shoulders, grinning like an idiot right back at the older woman. At first, she was only making a show of tossing her gaze at the breakfast-in-bed Sandra had tried to set up for her, but once she noticed what Sandra had actually put together, she did a double-take and sensed a rumble down under. French toast? Good God, that all looked so good! When was the last time Sandra had made her breakfast in bed? Had she ever?

Sandra looked all too ready to be reassured, her smile eagerly widening as a quiet exhale huffed out of her grin. Her hips gave a little roll before she was turning, carefully lifting the tray back up from her daughter's desk, and placidly instructing "Well, good, then. Go on, sit back, sit up. I think this is just the thing you need, after the last couple days. A proper breakfast should have the day feeling better, hm?"

"Breakfast in bed, how sweet of her," Sharani encouraged, cooing into Alice's ears from all around her. With a girlish giggle, the goddess remarked "Ask her for some head, instead. A nice blowjob in the morning would really add some spring to your step, hrm?"

Alice fought off the red from her cheeks as she seamlessly flipped back into position, simply pretending Sharani didn't exist. All the same, the girl gave a nervous gulp as her mother came closer to her bedside, eyes trying to fight her every other second. When Sandra leaned over to bring the tray down in a straddle over Alice's waist, the girl found her eyes firing over across Sandra's robe, exploring through the corner of her eye until she'd crushed them shut. Oh, God, she just wanted to shiver - she still remembered so clearly how Sandra's skin had felt, how she'd smelled, how much it had made her blood boil to pull her close, but now...Now Sandra didn't even seem to remember!

Did she...Did she still have the...?

Sharani purred in anticipation. Alice's face steadily went a little blank, even as Sandra stood up a little more and cooed "There we go, eat up. Don't want to be drained for your exams, mmm?"

The girl's full lips parted into a little ring, breaths becoming steamier and steamier. She'd love to be drained for her exams. Did Sandra still have that nice, meaty cock? Was she just...Hiding it?...

Was she still buh...Blue-balled after last night...?

Alice gave a hard blink when a soft hand deftly ran up into her bangs, clearing enough space for someone to press a quick kiss to her forehead. Closing her mouth and swallowing some drool, Alice flashed Sandra a big, sheepish smile, catching the one she beamed back just before her mother turned to leave. Alice, heart already starting to race in her ears, bit her lip and let her eyes roam down to the seat of Sandra's house robe, staring despite the fact there really wasn't much to see through the thicker, less form-flattering material. Still, it was the thought that counted, really, right? Mm...

As soon as Sandra had shut the door behind herself, Alice was bringing a hand up over her eyes and leaning further back into the bed, nostrils flaring as she breathed hard and husky, ears buzzing with the goddess' smug tittering. The sting of guilt put a rosy veneer across Alice's entire face as she grimaced, teeth lightly going on edge as she hid her eyes from the goddess' knowing, condescending looks. God, what was getting into her?...She was checking out her own mom, now! Forget Sharani's temptation, forget what had happened last night, she was doing it herself, now!

She...Fuck, she needed to be stronger! Just forget about last night, forget it'd ever happened! She just needed to keep her mind busy with other stuff, other girls-!

Damn it, not that last one! If she could just keep herself preoccupied...Like, like with researching Sharani's background! Yeah! She had a name and a title, after all, maybe she should just tell Sandra, odd questions be damned? She'd tell her mother it had all just been a hunch, that the name had come to her in a dream, or something - who cares where it came from if it proves to be true?

G-God, Sandra's lips were so soft-

Rgh, damn it, no, she's your mother, stop! Sandra isn't the only soft honey out there, what about the girls in her classes? One of them could distract her!

Wait, no, not like that, don't entertain that thought process, she doesn't even wanna-

The goddess gave one last cackle before drifting off into silence. Finally feeling the littlest bit alone, Alice pressed her lips together in one last humiliated grimace, at last allowing her hand to slide back down to her side. All the same, the blush just couldn't leave her face, not when she was sporting a steel beam somewhere personal, fit to deny any ridiculous little excuse she might've cooked up. Damn thing was saluting so tall, it was almost propping up her tray of breakfast!

She gave a stubborn grumble, a resentful mutter as she eyed the doorstopper lifting up a tent in her sweet, once-innocent blankets, now so thoroughly violated by the new guest Alice had invited inside. The last thing she would've ever expected would be for the first prick under her covers to be her own, but destiny was proving to be a comedian, these days. Making matters worse for herself, Alice utterly refused to masturbate, something Sharani allowed only with a mischievous humming.

Her Favoured instead focused on her delicious breakfast, relishing the careful preparation that had gone into the meal until she'd finished, set the tray aside, and slipped into a morning bath, taking pains all the while to hide her new, fleshy secret under a house robe of her own. Lord, the last thing she'd need would be one of the maids or butlers catching a glimpse of her in the buff - the rumours would spread among the hired help like a damn wildfire! God, she could already hear it, now: "The young Lady Winterson's sporting a fat trouser snake? Ooh-la-la!"

Alice spent a moment spitefully entertaining the idea of fighting back against the rumours by expanding her own cup size until she stretched out her whole wardrobe, but a note of anxiety was quick to have her changing the internal subject. Assuming Sharani was telling the truth about being able to cause that sort of thing - and Alice had no reason to doubt her considering the other things she'd made happen - then Alice didn't even want to joke about the idea lest that be all it took to have her tits suddenly jiggling and sloshing their way into a new, head-turning size.

Really, let's be fair here, she probably would've been a bit more comfortable with that kind of transformation, but still, let's not tempt fate...Or the goddess, for that matter.

Dressed in one of her usual comfy, preppy school ensembles, hair immaculate and makeup perfect, Alice swiftly dabbed at her mouth with a folded-up napkin, immediately paying all of her attention to Sandra as soon as she'd stepped into the kitchen. Already on her way out the door for another sojourn into the world of antiques, Sandra was only walking in to grab one of her usual vitamin waters from the fridge, but once she'd noticed Alice was still in the middle of her breakfast, she shot her a quick smile and cooed "Alright, Alice, your father and I are going. Have a good day at school, won't you?"

Alice smiled back, keen eyes swiftly spotting the rather readily apparent change in Sandra's usual workday professionalism: instead of those damn bum-hugging dress pants, she'd slipped into a nearly knee-length skirt and nylons combo, the waist-wrap pleated for fashion's sake and black to match her suit jacket. High heels clicking the tiled kitchen floor, she turned to open the refrigerator door, briefly leaning over to grab one of the bottles on the lower shelves. Alice, still watching, couldn't help but let her eyebrows start arching, a smile steadily spreading across her face. Second by second, it turned sharper, more smug; was her mom really just wearing a skirt to try and hide it?...Was that what she was doing? Heh!

Funny...To think, that's how her mom, of all people, would react. She's embarrassed, for crying out loud, she's trying to hide it! Hah! Not so confident now, huh?

The chipper words slipped out before Alice could decide to bite them back. "Hey, I like your skirt. It's a really cute switch!"

Sandra went stiff...Just for a second. Standing back up, she shot Alice a cheery smile as she shut the fridge door, giving herself a downwards glance as she smoothly answered "Oh, thank you, darling!" Making for the exit a half-second later, she tossed Alice a sideways wave and a dismissive eye roll, just as smoothly lying "It was your father's idea. He wanted to see a little leg, today. Oh, well."

Yeah, sure. More like you just didn't want to run the risk of rounding out an avocado in the crotch of those tight dress pants. "I thought you liked those pants," Alice innocently commented. "You don't think that skirt's a little long?"

She tried to suppress a snicker but, all the same, a striking shade of pink hit Sandra's cheeks, something she was quick to fan away as she left. Just what had Alice meant by that? Sandra's lips shifted uncomfortably. The remark left her with some niggling little doubt that told her Alice might not've swallowed the story, a notion that easily put a cold knot in Sandra's belly and a shiver through her skin. No, she was just being paranoid...Right? Wasn't she? She must've been reading too deep into it. She put it out of her mind, reassuring herself all throughout the drive with Geoffrey that her mind-bending secret, at least for the time being, was safe.

How little she knew. Sharani just gave a throaty purr at her high hopes. Until Alice wished Sandra could remember, she'd have no concept of what she was in for...

Meanwhile, Alice started the walk to her university, trying her best to let the fresh springtime air distract her away from the hormonal simmering between her legs. Every step along that she took steadily provoked more and more overtly menacing tittering from the goddess, but whatever nervousness she might've felt over it, Alice knew she had nobody else but herself to blame. She'd just wasted her first opportunity of the day to tell Sandra about Sharani, in fact, she'd wasted it by teasing the woman right out of the room. She should apologize, once she gets the chance-

"Oh, don't go soft on me, now," Sharani quietly hummed, suppressing a giggle by Alice's ear. "You had a good point, teasing her the way you did. That skirt's so obvious! She doesn't even show off that round little ass of her's, anymore!" With a playful, exaggerated sigh, the goddess wistfully moaned "Although, I suppose we can't very well blame the little vixen. She can't remember a thing, after all. It's such an utter shame..."

She trailed off into a deep, mischievous chortling, evidently entertained at how she could turn the coy act around onto Alice, for once. Alice could just imagine how huge and nasty the grin on her face must've been. Looking a little anxious, Alice inwardly answered "It wasn't my imagination, was it? She really wasn't herself last night, was she? You made her do it all, didn't you? Oh, God...She's not going to remember what happened, is she? I, she's...I don't even know how she'd handle knowing-"

"Oh-hoh, she'd love it, she'd love every second," Sharani laughed back, as if even the suggestion were a joke. "You know, you could bring back her memories, yourself, if you ever wanted to-"

At first, Alice went a shade pale, blood running cold. Then, skin flushing hot, her face went red as a nervous sheen crossed her forehead. "Hell no," Alice inwardly blurted back, "never, no way! W-Why would I ever let that happen?"

The goddess didn't bother answering a question with a hilariously self-evident answer. Instead, she just gave a cackle, playfully uttering back "Well, in that case, if we're just going to let Sandra go on the way she is, we may as well find another woman you fancy to start your harem, with..."

Alice's eyes uncontrollably found a woman passing her by on the sidewalk, a pretty thing put-together like a wealthy young miss, all bleached hair, upturned nose, pouty lips, and an upscale, sporty outfit for the day. She couldn't stop it from happening, it seemed totally involuntary - her eyes darted down so fast she could barely even soak in how the woman really looked, nervously flitting back up across her body towards her face, pausing for half a moment somewhere in-between. Alice gulped, doing her best to drown the tingles in her stomach.

The woman's eyes barely shifted to the side, catching Alice's just before the two had passed by each other. Alice's nostrils flared, eyes staring off into the distance, steadily turning glassy. She could almost see it, now: that woman's top starting to stretch, rack expanding until she could see her nipples through the fabric, neckline helplessly pulling as the material fills out-

A warmth bloomed below her navel, coursing her sensitive skin. She shut her eyes for a second, trying to banish the imagery before the tingles in her tummy could flush any more southward. She struggled with the words, stammering inside her own head: "No, I...It's not right, I can't just do that to somebody! You can't just make people your sex slaves-"

"Such a harsh term for something so enjoyable on both sides," Sharani happily dismissed.

Alice whined. "Sex toys, then," she corrected, "don't change the subject! You can't just turn people into your own sex toys just because you can-"

Sharani interrupted again, at first sounding proud, then reverting to her usual breathy, seductive tone. "And why very well not? You're being silly, pet; if not you, somebody's going to love these women and do what they want with them. The horny little men and other women who do are going to reap the rewards of their directness, and you know what, my pet? These women will adore that opportunity to be somebody's perfection, to be everything that makes somebody horny and to know they can just let go and fuck them every which way. Instead of sitting and languishing, why not dive in? Why let other people have all the fun? Why deny the way of the world when you could take full advantage? It's all at your very fingertips, child!"

Alice could feel her heart start to thump, breaths subtly deepening. She gave a little nibble at her lip, but couldn't find it in herself to answer.

Finally, the goddess whispered, and in an undeniably smug tone at that, just one last declaration: "And, besides...It isn't simply because we can. We do it because we want to."

...Because we want to...?

Alice swallowed some excess saliva. Her heart was gently pulsing in either side of her neck, each beat flowing a subtle lacing of adrenaline throughout her nubile body. The statement rang loud and clear in the Favoured's overwhelmed mind. It was so hard to argue when she could still so clearly remember how soft Sandra's skin had been, how her body had looked under that nightie, how...How hot, wet, and warm it'd felt, somewhere personal enough to have her shuddering. B-But, as amazing as it'd felt, God, as much as it'd been such an unbelievably mind-melting experience...As much as it might've silently turned her on, damn her, remembering any particular moment during it...She had to remember who Sandra was. Forget what she looks like, all over again, and remember who she was. Alice couldn't let herself lose control like that, again-

"Then if we're leaving poor Sandra to her fantastically phallic fate, how about this friend of your's, Vanessa," the goddess tittered, suddenly taking on a much more interested, animated tone at the thought of a new toy to awaken.

"I never said that," Alice hurriedly snapped aloud, anxious eyes shifting around for anyone who might've overheard her talking to herself. Nervously preening her bangs with one hand, she internally answered "And I never said I'd start up with another girl, either! You stay the hell away from Vanessa! She's a good person, she doesn't deserve that!"

"Of course, pet, I'd never dream of laying a hand on her," Sharani all-too-demurely murmured, the grin audible in her voice. "Although, I do have to say, I'm quite interested in seeing how long this tired old fire lasts, once you're surrounded all over again by all the other sluts in those classrooms..."

Alice's frustrated veneer melted away as soon as the university grounds began sliding into view, growing into a wider and wider gap next to the road just a bit further up the sidewalk. Oh, God, Sharani was right and Alice knew it. Anxiety made her give a quavering whine, but she never slowed her pace, never stopped putting one foot right in front of the other. The prestigious academy creeping more and more out into the open from behind the flanking buildings, sweet, desperate Alice could only imagine what dreadful happenstance she might need to endure, today. After all, she shared an exam with Vanessa, that coming afternoon; would a warning to her even help either of them?...

Seated near the nosebleeds in the miniature auditorium of a classroom, Alice couldn't help but find herself keeping a close eye on everybody who came and went, her interest briefly piquing, eyes undeniably lingering, every single time another girl wandered her way in. As soon as a certain somebody was coming in, of course, Alice was perking up even more than usual, eyes following the bounce in that blonde ponytail of her's: Jenny Jaworski, herself, the Barbie beauty who'd ran an innocent errand for a teacher and tried to pass Alice some class notes, the day before. Quite unfortunately for her, that good deed had now gotten her the goddess' attention.

With a brief purr of interest, Sharani whispered by Alice's ear, disembodied voice cooing her own thoughts right back at her: "Mmm, there she is..."

Jenny was...Really, she was a looker. She knew it, Alice knew it, the goddess knew it, everyone on the whole big, damn campus knew it. There were 9s, and then there were 10s - the kind of girl even other girls stopped and looked at. Around five feet, higher now only thanks to those cute sneaker-heels of her's, the blonde, suntanned beauty kept her hair in her usual ponytail, high and long with some wavy bangs left loose, parted in the middle to frame either side of her gorgeous face.

She'd kept her cosmetics light yet eye-catching, today: just above a subtle application of black eyeliner, Jenny'd given herself some glittering silver eyeshadow, a definite head-turner outside of a nightclub...Or, away from a stripper's pole, anyway. Her lipstick was a soft pink, matte and glittery to match her eyeshadow, standing out in just as much of a rich contrast with her tan as her bright blonde hair. A diamond stud glinted over the left side of her nose, narrow Valley Girl hoops lightly dangled by her jaw in silver rings, and today, whew, today, she was dressed fit to have Alice sweating bullets.

Today, she was almost dressed like...Like...Sexy-urban? Wouldn't have surprised Alice to see Jenny starting a trend, around the university. She'd pulled on a long-sleeved hoodie sweater: thick, warm, blue 87 on her back, belly-pockets and all. With her hood down and the front zipped up to right around the center of her chest, Jenny'd pulled the throat of the hoodie open to show off all of the cleavage that gray sweater hugged. Naturally, her undershirt had also been drawn open, the given excuse probably being that she'd have to, just so people could see that choice dolphin pendant she had on. Sure.

The multiple metallic bracelets she had on quietly jingled at her wrists, hardly even peeking out from the just slightly-too-long sleeves to the hoodie. More noticeable was her long, vibrantly painted fingernails, manicured to a faint point and coloured a bright, candy-gloss pink, every other nail even decorated with a tiny fake diamond - sexy, in an admittedly kind of bimbo-ish way. The hoodie had been paired with a nice, white tennis skirt, pleated and long enough to reach maybe halfway down her thighs, long, smooth, tanned legs exposed all the way down to those hot heels of her's, a sexy pair of footwear that couldn't help but have Alice's pulse rising.

Like a cross between running shoes and high heels, Jenny's shoes were, in essence, a bright white pair of Nike sneakers, only with a heavily elevated heel that led down to a long, thick, and stubby point. With her ankle socks a cute pink and the shoe-heels neatly laced up, they certainly made a fashion statement with every measured, clicking step she took across her own little classroom catwalk. More importantly than all of her clothing, however - at least as far as the goddess was concerned, Alice would never stoop to mentally undressing someone - were the curves Jenny had been blessed with, oh, God, the curves!

The suntanned snow princess had a great hourglass to her, one Alice knew tons of girls in her classes were jealous of. The lucky girl had hit the jackpot in the genes department, what with those lush, lovely shirt-stretchers easily reaching DDs. Thanks to the sports the cheerleader took part in, her waistline was nice and tight while her hips, on the other hand, flared out wide for that juicy bubble butt she had, those thick buns so cruelly hidden away under that skirt of her's. Alice had seen Jenny around the track, seen her around the university gym in her workout clothes...She'd seen the groups of guys ogling her from afar, every time. She'd seen the girls looking, too, when they thought nobody would notice...A, ahem, uncomfortable situation, to be sure.

Alice suddenly sprang into action and tried to look busy, quite abruptly looking for anything she could use to shield her staring. Pulling out her thick textbook special-ordered for this particular class, eyes flitting back and forth between it and miss Jaworski the whole time, Alice flipped it open to a blatantly random page and kept the grimoire-like slab open over her desk, setting it up like a safety net for her own sense of shame. Then, already feeling a little more secure in her ogling, the Favoured's bright blue eyes were irresistibly drawn back over, swinging like pendulums in synch with Jenny's hips. F-Fuck...No matter how much cardio she got in, she could never seem to work off those buns!

The entire time, Alice couldn't help but notice how Jenny never once bothered tossing a look over into the rows. She never really seemed to see Alice was even there. Might've been coincidence, might not have been. If she was just giving Alice the cold shoulder and pretending not to really notice her after the awkward...Situation yesterday, then...Well, she understood, sure, but still...It irked Alice to think Jenny might be that immature, but she waited to see if anything would change. Besides...Immature or not, Jenny still had legs for days.

It didn't take long for Alice's eyes to glaze over, and just as soon as Jenny was turning into the auditorium seats of the grand classroom, Alice was flushing a hint pink and looking away, retreating into her safety blanket with a nibble of her lip. When Jenny noticed her, she was quick to look away, averting her eyes with a skyward roll. The corners of her lips pursing, Jenny nonetheless maintained the smooth switch in her step all the way to her seat, sliding into it with a quiet, bored sigh through her nose. Alice kept watching for a few moments, but Jenny never looked over, never so much as acknowledged her, and eventually, Alice just looked away. A slow, simmering tingle knotted itself inside her belly. There we have it, folks: Jenny's just gonna ignore her, act like it never happened.

On the one hand, Alice was kind of relieved. Jenny was only ignoring her, after all, not pointing fingers and laughing; humiliating Alice over her remarkable lack of squirt control must not have been on her agenda, thank God. She probably hadn't spoken a word of it to anyone at all, and that, above all else, was a nice stress-reliever for the understandably conflicted Alice. Jenny probably felt a little embarrassed to have even been involved in the incident, at all. How often do you get to see something like that, after all? Somebody just...Spontaneously gushing under their clothes, in front of you?

On the other, it still humiliated Alice to her core to think that anyone, at all, had seen it happen, and even her mother had seen it, too, for crying out loud! Jenny still knew what had happened, she must have figured it out, especially if she were giving Alice the cold shoulder the day-after. What if she ever just decided to...Tell somebody? Maybe at a party, maybe after a couple drinks? Whatever, fuck it, right? Who cares? What, she's supposed to keep it a secret that the Winterson girl can't see boobs bounce without drenching herself? Jenny wasn't even trying to pretend as if everything were normal. Yeesh.

A twinge of resentment made Alice's lip twist into a little pout. Ignoring her, like this...Who did Jenny think she was, anyway? Jeez, she wasn't the one who'd been forced to pop a couple spontaneous toe-curlers, what's she got to be embarrassed about? How high was her damn horse? She didn't have to pretend like Alice didn't exist, that's just...Well, kinda cruel!

The goddess clicked her tongue in tsk-tsk-tsking agreement. You're right, pet...Not very nice of her, at all. Not very humble...

Unbeknownst to Alice, as soon as she'd stopped staring, Jenny had finally darted her eyes over onto her, throat gently tensing as she shifted in her seat. She dipped a hand into her purse, pulled out a solid black pair of sunglasses, flicked them open with a smart dip of her wrist, then slid them on, delicately deflating with a sigh through her nose in the process. Her, again...That Alice girl. Ugh, she'd actually forgotten she shared her Sciences class, with her. Just great. Jenny gave a slow, subtle shake of her head, eye-roll masked by the thick shades. Even before the...Thing yesterday, Jenny never would've really called the two of them friends. They shared a couple classes, but that was it. Now, it was just...Well, kinda awkward.

Alice tried paying attention to other girls as they filtered in, and a few of them even caught her eye, but by and large her mind lingered on the one sitting somewhere behind her. The thing about Jenny Alice had noticed was that, although she always dressed in a sort of girly-girl fashion, she only ever really seemed to act that way around her friends. When she was alone or in her classes, she hardly could've been any more different - she never smiled, she wasn't very friendly or even particularly nice, she paid total attention to whatever she was doing or studying, and really, considering the academy and her steady good grades, she couldn't have been a dummy. The only time the dazzling grins and vapid giggles came out were whenever she was around one of the few people she hadn't already brushed off, else somebody in the faculty she probably hoped to impress.

The goddess hummed a little, but not much. Alice, meanwhile, furrowed her brow, a bit. She knew she couldn't be wrong, she'd always been pretty observant, or at least, she liked to think she was. She'd seen Jenny when she didn't think anyone was paying attention, seen the way her face fell, the way it went just a little glum...She was lonely. Alice was positive, she'd seen that kind of look on other peoples' faces, before...Seen it on her own in the mirror, a few times. Alice didn't know why a girl like Jenny would feel lonely, and she knew a girl like her would be way too proud to ever admit it, but Alice knew what she'd seen. Something didn't quite add up with the way Jenny acted, at any rate.

"Maybe she's lonely because little miss princess won't ever let anyone warm her bed," Sharani casually remarked, snickering to herself. "Did you see the way the boys here looked at her on her way to her seat, or were you too preoccupied staring at her ass, yourself? She could have any man here, if she applied herself. If you feel she's lonely, she's nobody but herself to blame. She isn't taking advantage of the opportunity presenting itself." Alice perked up, a little, as the professor to the class finally strode inside, most of the other present students similarly sitting up. Still, Sharani continued, murmuring by Alice's ear.

"But, it doesn't have to stay that way, does it, pet? You wouldn't be so cruel, would you? She's gorgeous...If you're so sure she's just putting up walls, what say we bring them low, awhile? It could only do her good. Can you imagine what she'd look like, over your bed?...Oh, think of what you could do with that girl...Hohhh..."

The dirty talk punctuated by the steamy sigh into her ear tickled Alice inside and out, making her worm away from the phantom voice with a wince as red as strawberries. She...But...

"Good morning, guys," the laidback professor remarked, earning a wave or a call from an easy majority of the students present. Alice flashed him a big, sheepish smile, trying not to cringe as she swept some hair behind an ear. Goddess, please, not in the middle of class...Again!

"And why not? They all already know you're a kinky slut! After yesterday, there's no point denying it," the goddess playfully squeezed, a teasing grin flashing in Alice's mind. The instant it began, she had to fight to keep her jaw from chattering. Her skin almost seemed to start coming alive, a flutter in her stomach growing into a tingle as her clothes became hot, stifling. She bit her lip and crossed her legs under her desk, squeezing her thighs even tighter together than before. Before she could hiss anything back inside of her mind, Sharani had giggled and added "Jenny thinks she's so much more superior, all because of those looks of her's...Well, what if you just...Gave her more, to start?..."

Alice paused. That was an intriguing way of putting it...Her throat tensed in a subtle gulp. Her eyes shifted up and over, watching as the stream of students became a fountain. The professor hurried to set up his laptop and hook it into the classroom's projector, while brown-nosers then hurried to do the prof a favour and hit the shades over every window in the place. Timidly, she thought back "...M-More...?"

"Just more of a winning formula," the goddess confirmed, a breathy laugh vibrating out of her.

Alice swallowed. She...She shouldn't, she really shouldn't...It wasn't right!...She couldn't just...You can't just change people, like that!...You can't just...Toy with people like that, their minds and bodies aren't just-

"But aren't they," Sharani whispered, ethereal hands delicately tracing across Alice's shoulders.

Jenny, watching the professor attentively, pulled her binder out of her pink purse without a sideways glance, laying it over her desk before sliding her sunglasses up and back into her hair. Pulling a fluorescent orange pen out of her purse, she gave the end a smart click, emerald eyes shooting a subtle glance in Alice's direction as she split her binder open to precisely the right page with nothing but a blind poke of her manicured thumbnail. Just about ready to put her bizarre classmate out of her mind, she sat up a little more, watching with earnest as the lights were dimmed. A couple more minutes passed before attendance was taken, the door was shut, and the lesson began.

True to Alice's observations, that flat, cold look never really softened from Jenny's face. With nobody she called a friend to goof off or gossip with, she was all business. She even had her phone on silent - could you imagine? It was hard to tell in the dark, but at one point, she thought she spotted someone looking over at her from off to the side, yet when she glanced over in Alice's direction, none of the silhouettes seemed to be turned towards her. She must've just been imagining things. Hmph. God, the look that'd been on Alice's face, the other day...

Jenny's brow furrowed a hint, eyes lingering on Alice's direction in half-closed boredom. Why was she still even thinking about her, anyway? Who even was she? A random. Just some girl in some of Jenny's classes. She'd heard some exaggerated stories about how Alice's family was pretty well-off, but she supposed they could've very well been at least partly rooted in reality, considering the tuition fees to the prestigious academy. Other than that, Alice'd never really stood out to Jenny. A preppy-looking girl who barely spoke up and didn't have any of the same cool friends that Jenny did; in other words, a total whatever.

Her eyes flickered up, then slid back down onto her page before she jotted down a quick heading and date. She glanced up at the professor as he started up his lesson, decided it was nothing terribly worthwhile to write down just yet, then simply occupied her time by doodling cutesy little shapes in the margins and borders of her sheet, starting with hearts and flowers growing out of her name and then just going on from there. This time, she didn't notice Alice giving her a look. With a quick glance over her shoulder, Alice was checking Jenny out, watching the way the light from the projector screen blasted onto the wall exposed solely the front of the blonde's silhouette. God, even when she had that ice queen look on her face, she was such a hottie...U-Uh, she meant stunner! Looker!

Alice swallowed, her hand balling into a fist over her lap. Squeezing her skirt tight, she looked away before shifting in her seat, re-crossing her legs underneath her desk. She was burning up, inside and out: humid between the legs, the leggings leading up into her skirt only teased her skin whenever they rubbed together. She swallowed, reached up, preened her bangs, did everything she could to distract herself.

"...And so, if you'll look at it, you'll see it actually shrinks, as opposed to expanding...Weird, huh?..."

The professor droned in Alice's ears. The goddess paid even less attention than her Favoured did.

Alice could barely feel Sharani's hands lightly running over her shoulders from behind, confidently stroking down her arms to her elbows. When twin pebbles started pressing into Alice's back through her sweater, her eyelids flickered. In a husky whisper by her ear, the goddess urged "Just think about Jenny with bigger tits...Ohhh, I'm feeling...G-cup, or so. Come, child, there's no harm fantasizing. Jenny thinks she has big boobs now...You could see her with bigger, couldn't you?"

A bead rolled down the side of Alice's face. S...Sure, she could. Eyes glazing, eyelids seeming heavier and heavier, she nibbled her lip, squirming just a little more in her seat, thighs clenching all the harder to contain the hot doorstopper that'd been pushing between. Well...Where was the harm in just thinking about it, r-right?...Okay, sure, Jenny'd look even sexier if her boobs were bigger. What girl wouldn't? How often could any girl honestly say she'd look sexier with smaller boobs? Up Jenny's cup size a little, but keep them just as perky and bouncy as they are now?...W-With big, hard nipples poking through her sweater, too?...

Alice's eyes uncontrollably flickered back a couple times before her heavy lids finally fell. Oh God, Jenny'd look so damn gorgeous...

Jenny gave a subtle sigh of contentment. As per usual for any given moment in the self-assured beauty's day, she felt unconcerned and quite at ease, a warmth lingering in her muscles like a fog, a relaxed posture maintained throughout her body. She'd eventually tired of her doodling and tried following along, but...Maybe it was her restless night of sleep and the dark of the classroom, maybe it was just boredom, but either way, she'd found it a bit difficult to focus, so far. Still, she did her best to take notes, inside and out.

When she eventually tossed a sideways glance Alice's way, pride and a note of confusion had her looking away, again, right quick. Pretty, but she otherwise didn't stand out. Did she know anyone who was friends with Alice?...She didn't think so. She couldn't remember anyone ever really talking about her, at least. Why was she still even thinking about her? Jenny's brow furrowed for a moment, plump, sparkling lips in a little pout as she reviewed her absentminded doodling. Half-closed eyes slowly sharpening after a couple quick blinks, she looked back up and out at the demonstration video the professor had begun playing, shifting in her seat one more time before her derriere went to sleep.

She twirled her pen around her fingers. Maybe she'd ask Holly if she knew Alice - she'd have a good chance before the exam, that afternoon. The Winterson girl couldn't have been completely lame, she must've had at least one cool friend. Jenny knew she was friends with Vanessa, but she'd never really gotten to know that one, either. Jenny glanced over, again, before looking back at the video playing on the wall. If she wanted to say hi, she might not be able to get an intro, she might just have to do it cold. Talk about cringe potential...Mmf, what was her new sports bra made out of, again?...Must've been some quality stuff, it was doing a pretty good job of keeping her warm and comfy.

She slowly deflated with a little sigh through her nose, one hand tugging at the opened collar of her undershirt, gently grabbing at the hoodie's neckline before giving it a bra-bouncing tug. Mm, little hot in the hoodie, even...Nice, though, like a blanket. She'd really hit on a winner with today's look, hadn't she? Jenny eased back into her seat a little more, one hand idling in her lap while the other kept her pen primed over her binder. She gave a couple languid blinks, breathing deep and steady, muscles relaxed from head to toe like jelly, steadily lulling her to rest. She fought back for a second, taking a quick couple blinks to try and wake herself back up, but then she was just relaxing again, gently sinking into her seat...

The dark auditorium consuming her peripheral vision, the bright screen on the wall reflecting and playing across her face, Jenny sightlessly watched the video play, observing but not really paying attention. The heat inside her hoodie made her blood run hot, a gentle thrumming near-imperceptibly coursing through her chest before sinking along her tummy and rushing down her thighs. She gave her collar another tug without even thinking about it - was it just her, or was her shirt feeling a little...Small? She really wanted to say it was her imagination, but...She knew what she felt, she...

Jenny shifted in her seat, thighs briefly pressing together, a subconscious denial of the warmth between. She reached up with both hands and gave her shirt a couple tugs through her hoodie, blinking in muted confusion at how well she'd filled out the outfit - hell, it hadn't felt this tight, this morning! Breaths deep, a little escalated, Jenny put her pen down and, without a second thought, plunged both hands into her neckline, fishing around inside her hoodie until she had undone all the buttons to her silk undershirt. Thank God she wore a sports bra - supportive without a constricting frame, it had a bit of elasticity to it. With boobs like her's, she'd always needed it. Unfortunately, however, that now kept her none the wiser to Sharani's meddling...

Such a beautiful girl, so keen on turning heads...Why, all the goddess was doing was granting her support, where's the harm in that? She wants to help!

After a few more minutes, Jenny started noticing her bra fighting her on deeper breaths. Jeez, what the heck was going on, here? Had she screwed up with washing these things, or something? What, were they shrinking on her? For fu...Dunking a hand back into her hoodie, she absentmindedly fished through her cleavage, found the front of her bra, and with a few shimmies and tugs, had it pulled up over her bosom like a black strap across her cleavage, the gorgeous blonde too zoned-out to think of whether or not it'd make a sight.

Sharani cackled. Oh hoh, you thought you were busty before, Jenny...Lights, please!

The professor droned on. "...And that'll just about do it, for today. Complete the assignment on page one hundred and sixty-two by next Monday, guys."

Somebody hit the lights, and the sudden flash from dark to bright seemed to wake Jenny up, eyes wincing as she drew in a deep breath, the soft material gently rubbing across her bosom as her shoulders rose and fell. Jeez, where'd the last hour and half even go?...She'd really zoned out, there. She...Could she even remember a single thing the prof had even talked about? She gave a couple hard, confused blinks as other students rose from their seats. Wow, she must've been more tired than she'd even realized. She'd maybe consider going home, but she couldn't, she had an exam in just an hour or two. She sighed, slowly rising to stand, herself. Maybe a coffee, then? She...

She froze, brow furrowing in confusion. Holy hell, why did her tits feel so heavy, all of a sudden? They hadn't exactly been light before, but what the fuck?

Halfway in the middle of standing up, Jenny finally cast a look earthward. The sight that greeted her eyes, then, sent her stumbling backwards into the desk behind her, her eyes going as wide as saucers, mouth even wider as it dropped open. The sound of her catching herself in a hurry had a few nearby students looking over in placid curiosity. One couldn't contain himself.

"Whoa!...Holy shit, Jenny..."

Alice, sweating bullets, nostrils flaring, refused to join in and look back until the goddess pressed her buttons...Which, of course, took all of maybe two seconds.

"Look, pet! She stretches out her sweater so good - imagine those tits around your cock!"

Alice could've started twitching. Oh God, she'd done it, hadn't she? She'd...She'd done something to Jenny, hadn't she? She didn't want to look. She refused to. She resisted, resisted...Then snapped. In a hurry, she looked over her shoulder, and the gasp she gave only had more people looking over. She'd...She'd really done it! Holy shit, she-

Somebody else let their jaw hit the ground. "Holy fuck, Jenny! How do you even stand up?"

Nobody was more taken aback than Jenny, herself. Staring down into her own enormous cleavage, the blonde was quick to stand herself back up straight, face immediately sizzling from pink to cherry red. Her...Her tits were huge. No wonder she'd felt like her shirt was tight - she'd been fuckin' filling out! Now, her tits totally dominated the opened collar, stretching out the fabric of her chest in a couple of big, perky swells the size of her own damn head. With her shirt opened and out of the way and her bra pulled up in a strap across her billowing cleavage, just under her collar bones, well...

No matter how shocked she may have felt, she never would've been so far out of her wits that she wouldn't have been able to ask the very important question of "How in the fuck did this happen?" If only she could hear how the goddess cackled at the hilarity of it all in Alice's ears, she'd have her answer.

However it'd happened, she'd somehow gone from a high DD to a sudden E, all in the space of one daydreaming session. The more Alice stared at the tan lines striping the cheerleader's cleavage, the more her eyes crossed.

More comments. A din. "Shit, Jenny!"

Jenny just kept glancing down at her own tits as she scrambled to grab her purse and binder, sunglasses naturally falling from her bangs until they landed over her nose. If her face had been cherry before, it was positively crimson, now. She fumbled her binder to the floor, paused, felt the burn spread to her ears, then gave a quick dunk down for her binder before pulling herself back up with a sweater-lifting bounce. She...She needed to go, what the hell had...?

When Jenny started marching for the exit, Alice hurried to stand up. Every wobbling step on her heels had the tight, tingling knot in Jenny's stomach pulling tighter, her face fit to light a match at the way her sudden boob-job had her bouncing around so much. Jesus Christ, she knew she'd had some bounce to her before, but holy hell, this was just too much! Without at least a bra, she was just swinging and bouncing all over the place!...And she still had that fucking exam to do, too!

Even the professor - and honestly, this might've been unwise of him - couldn't help but comment. Overtly averting his widening eyes, he muttered a sharp "Holy shit!" No way she'd been that busty, just the other day. What the hell had happened? Like magic, she'd fucking ballooned! Had the sweater just been to hide it? Who'd paid for it?

Chatter died away damn quickly as Jenny bounced her way past the professor's desk, quickly bringing everyone into the same kind of silence. A few stunned chuckles crossed the student body present as the now exceedingly top-heavy blonde saw herself to the exit, a wolf whistle hurrying her porn star curves right out the door. Alice's face stayed open, shocked, and a good bit red, herself, as the initial comments rose up, the speechless chitchat to break the ice. Wha...How...But...They hadn't always been that big, had they?...She'd had melons before, sure, but...No fucking way were they that big!...When the hell'd that bimbo get a boob-job?...

The goddess joined in. Her arm reached around Alice from behind, trailed down low and, with a hitch of Alice's breath, a lift of her chin, gave her a nice, slow squeeze, somewhere pulsing. Breathing into Alice's ear, she sighed "Spoiled rich slut used her father's money for bigger tits, wasted daddy's cash just to catch more dick...Maybe you should grant her wish, pet? In the best...Way...Possible. Mm!"

Alice gulped. Legs like jelly, a scorch through her skin, Alice tried to say no...She tried...

"Imagine her with a long, thick..." Sharani paused, giggled. "...Veiny, throbbing, twitching cock. How would you like to bet she's a size queen?...She'd be upset if she had anything less than a nice, big one. You know I'm right. Don't try to lie, pet: just thinking about it's got you rock-hard."

Alice's nostrils started flaring, eyes glazing. No, no. Not this time. She...She just had to not think about it, and...!

...Devious, this power was. Through sheer virtue of her Favoured's fantasies, the goddess could exert such influence...

Despite the omnipresent dread tightening her stomach, the rest of Alice's morning and afternoon went rather well, with nary an incident involving the goddess to complain of. She considered calling Sandra and telling her about Sharani, so-called First among Many, but then thought better of it - what if she accidentally said or, Christ, thought something that gave Sandra her memories back? The goddess never even teased her over the idea. Perhaps, as Alice yet again came to hope, Sharani had had her fun for the day and would go silent, from then on?

As she walked into the auditorium being used for her exam, Alice could only pray that that were the case, doubly so when her eyes scanned the students already present and swiftly enough picked Vanessa out of the crowd. Her friend smiled brightly and gave a quick wave, mouthing "Good luck" at her. Alice gave a sheepish smile back. Yeah, thanks. You too, bestie. The two of you should probably chat about it, after. Like, immediately.

With the noise ban already in effect out of consideration, Alice and the professor overseeing the exam exchanged only a few words as she handed Alice her copy of the paperwork. Alice took the complementary pencil and eraser, found the closest empty seat to Vanessa that she could, slid in, and began the silent wait for the rest of the students to arrive before the exam could begin. Imagine her surprise, then, when the one person she would've expected to call it a sick day eventually walked in: Jenny, or, if you're feeling frisky, Jenny Jiggles; oh, Alice had already heard people gushing about her, in the halls. She instantly perked up, as did, naturally, many other students in the exam hall - Alice hadn't seen her around, at all, since what'd happened in class! What had she been doing, all this time?

The Favoured's face started sizzling scarlet. Wait, no...Oh, God, don't tell her she'd actually had an effect on Jenny? But, it'd just been some...Some harmless thoughts...!

The goddess gave a quick, knowing snigger. Were they, pet?

Even though Jenny now kept her sunglasses glued to her face at all times, as soon as she felt all those pairs of eyes ogling her at once, her suntanned face started flushing like a tomato. Teeth lightly on edge, full, kissable lips stuck in a pouty little grimace, Jenny did her best to put on a brave face as she faced the slack-jawed gawking for what already felt like the umpteenth time. She might've covered up, if she could've. Trouble was, that undershirt of her's just wasn't big enough to handle her new cup size, and it's not like there was anything she could do about her hoodie's low neckline, after all. Sure, she'd wanted to show off a little, have some fun and flaunt it a bit, but holy hell, she hadn't planned on showing off this much! Can you say, got milk?

The professor couldn't quite hide a couple quick blinks in rapid succession, but she nonetheless maintained a perfectly professional decorum as she handed Jenny her exam papers. The blonde, sunglasses blessedly hiding her eyes from everyone's leers, turned into the crowd and sashayed her way to an empty seat, heels clicking in just a bit of a hurry, the girl clearly doing everything she could along the way to keep her hips from swinging and inviting even more attention. Thankfully, the sunglasses hid the quick, flustered look she'd shot Alice, along the way - oh, God, she was here, too! Fuck, Alice had been there when it'd happened, she could blab to everyone! Couldn't Jenny catch a break, today?!

The goddess purred. Shoe's on the other foot now, darling. Be wise and capitalize!

Alice noticed the way Vanessa looked over, mouth dropping open in a stunned grin, eyebrows rising high. Seeing Jenny, again, only had Alice trembling, nervousness mixing with guilt, then getting topped off with a healthy dose of adrenaline, leaving her shaken. A grin sprang up on her face, yet she did her best to hide it with a hand, eyes keeping low on her desk whenever she thought somebody could see her. The professor quietly cleared her throat after a few moments, subtly trying to show the class that things had gone back to normal and they could stop letting little miss Jiggling Jenny Jaworski distract them, but Alice didn't think the attempt accomplished much.

Eventually, the deadline had been reached, the door was closed and locked, attendance was taken, and the timer began. Now, nobody could risk looking over at Jenny without the professor considering funny business, and for the first time since she'd walked in, the stacked and packed blonde's tense shoulders slumped in a much-needed sigh of relief. For crying out loud, she wasn't even allowed to have the time she might need to come to grips with this thing! It couldn't have happened at a worse possible time, this couldn't have happened in the middle of a vacation, or something, huh? Noooo, growth spurts have to be on exam day!

The forced visual barrier did Alice a world of good. She took the exam seriously by default, and although she hadn't been able to study hardly anywhere near as much as she'd wanted to, she didn't often feel stuck on an answer. Jenny lingered on her mind, of course - hard not to pay attention when she thought she could hear the haughty cheerleader shifting in her seat, every now and then. As soon as she'd finished, Alice raised her hand to try and hand in her exam early, but the professor only encouraged her to review her answers and wait for the collective deadline. Naturally, Alice was none too pleased to hear she'd have no choice but to sit around and twiddle her thumbs, mind all too free to wander, but she had no choice. Exams were just too serious an affair to bend the rules, a notion thoroughly reinforced by the professor's rather stony expression.

Alice sat back down with a gulp, making sure she smoothed out her skirt from underneath herself before anxiously checking how near to her knees it rested. She glanced off into the corners of her eyes without going all the way and turning her head in Jenny's direction, already trying to tell herself not to think about the girl. At first, Alice tried preoccupying her mind with plans for that coming night, but then she just found herself involving Vanessa in various ways and quickly backpedalled, desperate above all else, perhaps, to keep Sharani's machinations from involving anybody more. Of course, that only freed up Alice to remind herself how she should bring up the goddess with Sandra, and thinking about her only had Alice's eyes smouldering, teeth barely catching at her lip in anticipation.

Sandra's hair had smelled so good...What would it be like to nuzzle in and kiss Jenny's neck-

Alice closed her eyes in a hurry, a hot wave rolling down her skin as she caught the thought mid-stream. No, she...She had to stop this, once and for all. She just had to say no, she didn't think Jenny was a bombshell, Alice didn't pant at the thought of Jenny sliding out of that skirt, she'd never thought Jenny was hot - ever! Alice's eyes flit up to the professor, a bead of sweat slowly rolling down her temple. Of course, that...That'd all been before Jenny'd bust out of her top like the university's own life-sized Barbie. Now, Alice, uh...W-Well...She was mature enough to admit when she could've been wrong about somebody. That was a good quality to have, nothing weird or unusual about it!

Alice's lips parted a crack as her breathing delicately intensified, deepening just a bit more. She supposed she probably didn't really have to worry about Jenny telling anyone what'd happened, the other day...Hell, she, herself, had found herself forgetting all about it, during the day; kind of hard to keep focusing on her own embarrassing moment when Jenny's had gone on for most of the afternoon. She's probably just worried Alice might turn the tables right back on her, which...Even if it'd make a believable story, Alice still wouldn't really want to do it, but she supposed the boobing out Jenny'd gone through put the two back on equal footing, all the same.

Finally, Alice couldn't help but risk a quick glance over in Jenny's direction. It only took that second or two for Alice to read how focused Jenny was, now that she could stop thinking about people looking at her. Could she really blame them, though? That glittering eyeshadow, that pink, sparkling lipstick...Those tits pressing into the edge of her desk as she leaned over, helplessly getting in the way of her exam efforts...Mm, the girls getting in the way, there, Jenny? That's a real shame, sweetheart, but better the girls than a boy, if you catch the meaning. Unless...

The goddess gave a tiny giggle, momentarily spiking Alice's anxiety before she'd relaxed, again. No, she didn't want to believe it, but...Could she? Could she really just change a girl, just by...Thinking it? When she'd given in and done it to Sandra, her mother had been right there in the same room as her, but if she'd done it to Jenny after she'd already left the classroom, then...Could it work at any distance, at all? Oh, man, the disaster potential!

Voice a sultry croon, Sharani cut into her thoughts, finally coming out and breaking the long still she'd maintained much of the afternoon. "...Mm...The boon I provide you ultimately knows few boundaries, pet, but it's up to you to hone it to that point. The more love you spread around, the more women you spread and love, the more you awaken these sleeping girls to what they really want...The more command I'll allow you. You've still to prove yourself to me, child."

Alice fidgeted uncomfortably. Prove herself? Oh, no...

"Oh yes, darling...Speaking of which, hee-hee!...Mm, I wonder what kind of underwear Jenny wears...I'm thinking G-string, a tight little silk scrap, something comfortable enough to last her all day. What about you, pet? What do you think a horny girl-toy like her wears, underneath it all? How wet do you think she got, having all those people staring at her...?"

The Favoured preened her hair, giving her lips a quick lick before biting them. Crossing her ankles underneath her seat, subtly gripping the edges of her desk, she tried her best to ignore the way her body boiled, the way the inferno raging within left a damp sweat crawling across her back. Hoping to discourage the goddess, she maintained a confident front as she refuted "She's nothing like how she dresses, I've seen her around long enough to know it's just an act. Her GPA's probably crazy. She isn't a "girl-toy" at all, trust me-"

Sharani tittered. "Then she plays pretend? How coy. What a silly thing, she's long past the point of playing games...A girl her age, with a body like her's, shutting herself off from others? To what end, child, I ask you? It's high time we took this little fantasy she likes playing make-believe with, every day, and turned it into her dream come true. Self-denial's so terribly beneath her." With a huskier chuckle, the goddess started sliding her invisible hands down Alice's sides, feeling along her clothes until she'd reached her hips. "It's so much more satisfying," she breathed, "so much more enjoyable, to, say...Imagine the way that G-string must've felt, stretching across that swelling cock...How tight it must've gotten, against her balls..."

Alice's face flushed so hard, her head felt stuffy. Breathing a little hard through her nose, mouth quavering, eyes a little shiny, she tried not to sound stunned as she thought back "N-No...So, I did give her a cock, before?...I can do that just by thinking it?" The goddess gave an ominous cackle, but otherwise refused to explain herself. Alice's ears started burning beet-red as she assumed the worst, cringing a little harder out of a sense of guilt. She looked over in Jenny's direction, trying not to sniffle as the goddess started feeling down her lap, running her hands across her skirt, her thighs. Oh, God, Jenny...She was so sorry!...

Jenny, legs nonchalantly stretched out until she could cross her heels underneath the seat in front of her, flipped her page over, turning her exam over to the next sheet in the stapled bundle. Then, leaning over her desk as comfortably as she could, she couldn't help but shoot a quick glance sideways, anxiously picking out Alice's desk until she'd spent a moment checking on her. She was already done, huh?...Either she was a smart cookie, or she was in a real big rush to leave. Jenny couldn't help but swallow, eyes rolling across the next exam question without really internalizing it. What was Alice's hurry?...It was "Alice," right? She wasn't misremembering the name the prof had used?

One of her hands came back up, absentmindedly running through her bangs. Maybe...Maybe after she'd figured out what'd gone on with her boobs, she should say hi, to Alice...Okay, maybe not, maybe it'd work out better to have a friend do the introductions. She glanced over in Alice's direction again, anyway, quietly clearing her throat...

Sharani stroked down her skirt right to the edge, then withdrew, delicately running her hands back up Alice's thighs until she'd inched it up a little, in the process. When Alice felt the goddess' nose brush against her behind her ear, the ticklish twitch nearly had her pulling away, but then the goddess was just pressing her nose and mouth against her, nuzzling her, kissing her. Alice closed her eyes and trembled, body slowly turning to jelly as the goddess kept massaging her lap. When she'd had her fill of kisses, the goddess turned to dirty talk: "You thought up such a kinky cock, for her...You had just the right one already in mind, mm, pet? Horny slut like you had no trouble, thinking up a magnum dong..."

Alice's eyes briefly opened and went wide, mouth briefly dropping open in humiliation - where the hell had Sharani even heard that term, before?

"Oh, I can see it, now: long, a full eight or nine inches...Thick, but not too, too fat...Long foreskin, covering up the entire mushroom tip...Oh, don't act coy, don't think I don't know you wanted that, hee-hee! Cock-crazy slut, you like big, uncut dicks best of all, hm? That's alright, you aren't the only one out there..." With a shuddering inhale, Sharani incorporeally kissed Alice high up the side of her neck, just below her earlobe. The electric sensation of the bigger woman's soft, supple lips was enough to shut Alice's brain back down, mind blackening as sure as the way her vision did when her eyelids fell. In a sigh, the goddess murmured "You like it when cocks drip, too, don't you?"

Alice's lips twisted in humiliation. Eyes still closed, she let out a huff of steam, a humiliated sigh, as Sharani nibbled on her hot earlobe. S-Stop recounting her fantasies, it's so embarrassing-!

Meanwhile, Jenny's brow gently furrowed. Her stomach had started tingling, all of a sudden...She shot another look Alice's way, then nibbled her lip. Out of confusion, her pencil's tip sat immobile against her paper, eyes sightless on the next question. Why was she...? Why couldn't she stop thinking about her, all of a sudden?...And, then there were the boobs...Good God, these new sweater-puppies were heavy. What was she gonna do?...Sure, she'd always been proud of her cup size, before, but this was just...For fuck's sake, she looked like she belonged on a stage in nothing but pasties, this was just too much! Her back was starting to ache, man - she'd need a new bra, pronto!

"...Waxed smooth, top to bottom," Sharani continued, "some veins on that thick shaft, and a big, heavy pair of balls, too...No, not your idea, pet, of course not!" Sharani giggled. "A size queen like her only would've been upset if you hadn't given her sloshing stud balls the size of clementines, hmm? And, who's even to say that's the biggest we'll ever make them? Maybe you'd like the idea of your blonde, big-titted bimbo with nuts the size of apples, always looking just oh-so-heavy under that long, swinging dick?...Maybe you'd like her to be your Milking Toy?"

Alice tried to tug her skirt against the dent growing in it, but Sharani just as delicately brushed her hands away. Ah-ah-ah, pet...No resistance, now. She kept brushing at the edge of Alice's skirt until, at last, with a natural shift in her fingers, she'd swept her hands up under her Favoured's waist wrap, fingers sliding down inside her thighs on their way up her silky skin. Alice's nostrils flared, her hands impotently tightening at her knees. Her skin slid so smooth across her body...Oh, g-goddess, you make it sound so good-

"Maybe you'd make a game of it, start milking her prick and ass every day like a sissy cow, draining her salty spunk every morning and night...For her own good, naturally. You'd both know she needs it. Can you imagine the look she'd have on her face?...Can you imagine her whining, the whimpering for it, the gasping and moaning at the end, the huge, messy loads she'd dump? Queen bitch like her, hung like a fucking horse and with stones fat enough to match the man-stick between her hips - mmm, you just know a cunt like her shoots her wad. Hard."

Jenny blinked a couple times in rapid succession, hurrying to finish up her last page of questions. That tingle in her stomach won't seem to go away, this time...The embarrassment of being in class, all day, must finally be getting to her. She can't seem to stop blushing, and now her heart's even starting to race, too? Maybe she just needs to go home and bury her face in her pillow, for a while...Well, post doctor's visit, anywho. Have you ever heard of a girl who needed to throw out every single last one of her bras, overnight? How could something like this possibly even happen? For crying out loud, just her damn luck...

Alice left her eyes closed, breathing slowly and steadily through the crack her lips were parted into. With everyone keeping their eyes to their exams, nobody could see the way phantom hands trailed up and down below Alice's desk, stroking across her legs. The feeling of those soft fingers trailing her skin had Alice's legs gently shifting with every stroke, her thighs sometimes delicately twitching away, sometimes quaking open and shut, sometimes just quivering as her feet shifted to a helpless rhythm. All the while, that dent in her skirt kept lifting, climbing, steadily rising until the fit felt tight and Alice was left a bitch in heat with a stick to beat. Her breath hitched, chin lifting; Sharani grinned.

Alice barely even heard the professor announce that the exam's timer was up. Hand 'em in, folks!

The goddess finally stopped avoiding the subject, as it were, and slowly closed her hands in on the rigid shape caught inside Alice's panties, lightly squeezing both hands down around her crotch in a nice, eager grip, fondling her Favoured through her soft unmentionables. As soon as her eager little horn was finally touched, Alice's jaw dropped open, back gently arching in her seat. In the same moment, the goddess ran the tip of her tongue up the side of her Favoured's neck. "You know what you really wanna do...You wanna bend her over that desk, snap that string right off of her ass, and use that uptight princess' hole to massage your prick until her eyes roll back. Once you crack that mask and get that O-face out, you'll see a whole new side to her, you know it's true..."

Chairs squeaked as they pulled back. Jenny was quick to rise, of course. Not like she wanted to stick around any longer than she had to.

Alice whimpered, muscles tensing, face turning a shade darker. First, the over-the-underwear beats were light, shallow tugs, but then the goddess started using full-length strokes, corkscrewing those hands around her bulge, gently rubbing her panties around her own length in a sweet display of tough love. Judging by the way Alice held her breath, she could've done with a bit of the rod, anyway...Please...It feels so good when you touch it...Please, goddess...!

Jenny was quick to reach the professor's desk. Sharani was quicker to try pushing Alice over the edge, her delighted grin flashing in the girl's exhausted psyche, filling her mind's eye. "You didn't focus so much of my attention onto her for nothing, pet...You want her for a pet of your own. You know you do. You want her so badly you can barely contain yourself...Look at you, so ready and eager to pop!" She gave the end of Alice's rigid bulge a quick flicking from over the panties, then started diddling the tip with just her thumb and index finger, massaging it through the satiny material until Alice had twitched a dark spot into the fabric.

Her influence swelled. The goddess' body, the way her arms went around Alice's form, started to become all the more defined to Alice, all the more concrete. Now, she could almost feel the goddess embracing her, wrapping around her like a mist, presence intensifying as Alice's willpower, not to mention her ardour, were brought to the brink. Just as her perception of time began returning to normal, Sharani firmly pumped both fists across Alice's dipstick, again, letting the damp spot in her stretched underwear spread all the further. Alice, tensing up, gasping, shifting in her seat, grit her teeth and bit back a whimper as the hands handling her junk so cruelly lifted away. N-No, goddess, she'd been so close-!

"Earn your reward, pet! You know you want it, just admit it! Do it for our harem! Do it if you ever hope to fuck Jenny's tight ass!"

"Hi, there, I'm finished," Jenny politely offered, continuing to keep her voice down as a courtesy. She beamed the professor one of her usual huge, upbeat smiles as soon as she'd caught her eyes, something made all the easier by Jenny's overwhelming relief at finally being able to head home for the day. As soon as Alice's thought had registered inside her own mind, Jenny automatically trembled, a sudden quake of adrenaline making her shudder and nibble her lip. God, everyone was looking at her again, weren't they?...Well, whatever, fuck it. Who cares, anyway. At least she could finally go home, now-

Alice couldn't hold out forever. Inside her mind, she squeaked and groaned, voice tense and desperate. Knees tight together, thighs trembling, eyes sightlessly crossing on the horizon, face cherry red, she held her breath for a second, chin on the verge of a tremble...Then, it was over.

...Okay! O-Okay, I want it! I, I do, I want it so, so bad-!

The goddess cackled inside Alice's mind. Of course you do, darling. Everything's so much better when you just stop fighting it. Just let go and admit it...

Eyes glazed and needy, the Favoured did exactly that: she called Sharani's bluff. As it turned out, however, no, Alice had not, in fact, already given Jenny another surprise on top of the tits, with her earlier fantasizing - more fantasizing wasn't harmless. There were still limits to her power and range was, without a doubt, a factor...Meaning that now, with the two of them in the same exam hall, Jenny was entirely within Alice's realm of influence as the Favoured, and nothing stopped it from coming into effect. In short, Jenny's day was about to get a whole lot worse, and everyone who'd had the good luck of being there on that particular day was about to get a hell of a show.

Nothing does wonders for a bitch's lofty ego like a good wardrobe malfunction, right? Right! Get ready for a whole new world of rumours, baby!

The moment Alice's mind ran vibrant with fantasies, as soon as she began imagining Jenny with a certain special toy she could've used in all sorts of fun ways to occupy her time, Jenny noticed that nagging flutter in her belly drop, and then, in just the time it took for the professor to look at her, sweet miss Jaworski felt it happen. She thought it was just so embarrassing to have to see somebody's O-face on the spontaneous, huh? Well, how'd she like to be the one making the climax cringe, herself? How about in front of the whole damn exam hall?!

Sharani stuffed one hand into Alice's panties from the side, directly touching her Favoured's hot lust until she could stop merely playing with her and really start beating her off, cranking up the pressure to max right at the cusp, right as she floated near the edge. Alice's eyes immediately screwed up tight, mouth dropping open into a nice, needy "0" as she squirmed in her seat, knees briefly rising before she fell back into her chair, thighs splaying. Really, it couldn't have been any more obvious that Alice was seeing stars, but luckily, with everyone getting up to head straight for the professor, it didn't seem likely anybody would've been looking back and noticing her...Especially not with Jenny's display starting up.

Right as Alice was silently holding her breath, eyes rolled back, face cherry red and mouth grit shut, sweat on her brow as the goddess worked her to the brink, Jenny was sucking in a sudden gasp, eyes going so wide that the professor probably could've seen the whites of them from around the frames of her sunglasses. That tingly sensation had dropped so suddenly from the pit of her stomach to her crotch - she was powerless to stop the way it grew, the way she heated up, pulsed...She grit her teeth, face blooming a thorough red. God, everyone was looking at her, again, weren't they?! Staring at her tits n' ass like she was just a walking sex toy!

A flare of resentment in her overwhelmed mind had her brow furrowing. Why did she have that tingling feeling, behind her nipples?...Fuck, was this...Was it actually starting to...?

All of a sudden, the feeling exploded. That oh-so-familiar hot, wet, achy pulsing abruptly expanding outwards, the busty blonde's entire curvaceous body suddenly gave a visible shiver, drawing a couple eyes. The professor, still holding Jenny's exam papers, just watched in surprise, not even having the time to try asking Jenny if she were alright. A hard rush of blood flowing to her head, the bounce-happy cheerleader couldn't help but give off a strained squeak of alarm, pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

She fell forward and caught herself on the edge of the professor's desk, the tanned beauty's mouth dropping open and staying that way while it all washed over her, every new inch sprouting to life inside her underwear making the tickle behind her nipples all the more euphoric. Like a dial abruptly cranked up to eleven, the stimulation to her crotch just wouldn't seem to stop, it all seemed to happen so fast. The unseen pulsing growing out into her underwear eventually stressed the basin so hard, the lace mesh noisily split apart, and as soon as it came tumbling free, the drooping sensation was unmistakable enough to have her legs weak. Put it this way: she'd definitely played around with enough to know.

The electric tickling in her nipples eventually combined itself with the clingy feeling of moist fabric, but in the brain-blasting heat of the moment, she never would've been able to fathom why. Scraps and silky shreds of Jenny's ruined underwear flittered down from under her skirt, hitting the floor between her shoe-heels. More and more students started paying attention in a growing wave, heads turning and watching as Jenny's face and ears flushed with colour, a couple choking gasps catching in her throat. Sharani could've squealed in anticipation. Here it comes, ladies and gentlemen, Jenny's gonna fuckin' pop! Say hello to your new life as a big-titted, big-cocked, cum-hungry, bimbo butt-slut of a Milking Toy - you're never gonna want it to end!

Almost as quickly as it'd began, the sensation had fired off into overload territory. Muscles briefly tensing, Jenny held her breath for a moment...Then simply sighed it all out, lips puckering into a glittering little ring as she deflated with a quick, quiet sigh, pinprick pupils expanding in euphoria. In the same moment, with her shaft tensing inside Sharani's fist with each and every hard spurt, not a single sound came from the flush-faced Favoured all the while. She endured the merciless way her goddess beat her off into her climax, mocking her sensitive nerves by overloading them in ecstasy.

The damp spot in Alice's panties, the wet mark just at her tip, abruptly bloomed wider, an ooze of pearly cream rather swiftly seeping through the fabric, pushing through from the eager force of her lust. Sadly for Alice, only a couple brief moments after the flow had started, the goddess chose to become incorporeal, all over again. No, it wasn't enough she'd ignored Alice's sensitive prick and churned her butter into wasting a little baby-batter, she had to add at least a little embarrassment to the mix, right? Otherwise, what was even the point? Ruining her orgasm while making her Favoured give herself a sticky pair of underwear just might do the trick.

Without Sharani's fist in the way, Alice's panties snapped back into shape around her swollen cock, catching it all mid-stream. The rest of the Favoured's hot, pearly slop spilled down her shaft, ran across the basin of her underwear, and even soaked through the material, errant droplets flying off from where her spunk hit the fabric until they'd dripped and hit her thighs in milky smears, torturing her prick when the hot, sticky material of her panties clung around her meat. Like Jenny, as soon as Alice was finished, all tension evaporated from her crimson face, a quick, steamy sigh huffing out of her as she blearily blinked her eyes back into focus.

More than a few people couldn't help but stand there, alternating between looking Jenny up and down and glancing amongst themselves. If anyone caught even a whiff of a sniff of spunk, from either direction in the exam hall, they didn't say a goddamn thing. The professor arched an eyebrow and, a little stiffly, a little slowly, ventured to ask "...Are you feeling alright, there, Jenny?..."

Jenny could only give a numb blink. Nobody could've seen, let alone heard, the flurry of syrupy droplets that'd fallen from inside the front of her skirt, but the translucent, milky trails, creeping thick down her thighs? Those, she'd have a damn hard time explaining, especially if they managed to get past her skirt - Christ, what would people think? That she were going commando, had gotten in a quickie right before the exam, had taken a massive load in the cooch, and now the nut was dripping back out? She could've died, right then, at just the thought. Aw, God, she had to get the hell out of there before anyone saw-

Without even bothering to try and answer for the sake of appearances, Jenny pulled off an amazingly casual turn, considering what she'd just been through. Alice noticed Vanessa, herself halfway to the teacher's desk, watch the girl go with the exact same kind of astonished look she'd had on her face when Jenny'd first walked in; had it ever fucking left? Jenny kept a natural pace as she made for the door, letting nothing and nobody stop her on her way to the nearest bathroom. After some small measure of privacy and a chance to clean herself up, she'd disappear for home.

The goddess gave a low, throaty tittering during the lull. "And, just think, pet...Today, it was only semi-private. You know, you really ought to go after her, check on her. Tell her that...Next time?...Mm, it'll be public, hee-hee! That should get some good behaviour out of her!"

Alice, still dewy-eyed and flush-faced from the handjob reward she'd gotten for her efforts, gave a numb nod, a little stiffly rising to her feet. Without even considering if anyone could see her, she gave her bulge a few not-so-subtle gropes, quickly and clumsily sliding her lingering hard-on up through her panties until she'd angled it off towards the waistband and minimized the tent. Vanessa finally thought to toss a glance her friend's way, watching a shamefaced Alice walk her way over. As the two met sides and filtered into the small crowd in front of the teacher's desk, Vanessa leaned in close, keeping her voice well down as she breathed "Oh my gosh, Alice, what's going on with Jenny?"

Alice cracked a sheepish grin, a flustered giggle popping right out of her. She played dumb, of course. She just went right on ahead and played dumb, handed in her exam papers, told Vanessa she'd have to call her later, and unapologetically followed right the hell after one miss Jenny Jiggles, hot on her heels without a second thought. Alice noticed the way Vanessa seemed a little hurt, sure, she'd probably been hoping the two could do something after the exam, but...Fuck, Jenny...

Did she really have "it," now?...She did, didn't she? Just like in Alice's fantasies? Fuck, that meant it was b-big...God, it was all Alice's fault...

She bit her lip and hurried her pace a little more, glassy eyes glinting with anticipation. Only right of her to make it all better for Jenny, right?...

~~End of Ch. 3~~

Chapter 4: The First Plaything

Chapter Text

My Forbidden Goddess

Part I ‑ "A Worthy Vessel"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: September 28, 2019

Jenny had tried to keep her breathing under control, tried not to just burst into the washroom and broadcast loud and clear to anyone inside that she might've been just a wee bit worked-up, but how could she not? Every clicking, hip-swinging step she took had her feeling...It, the improbability, the impossibility, the bouncing in a whole new zone, the flopping and stickiness rubbing against her soft skirt! On the verge of an anxiety attack, the beautiful, suntanned cheerleader kept her purse from jostling with one hand and her skirt from swinging with the other, her wide, emerald eyes darting around the big washroom's interior until she'd felt secure in her isolation.

Not a soul in sight, thank God - not even so much as a rustling in any of the stalls. If the washroom had a lock, Jenny would've made damn well sure to twist it, but of course, the university's washrooms had no security beyond the stalls, themselves, preventing anybody with a diva streak or inordinate amounts of self-consciousness from using the whole place like their own private little powder room. Sweat on her forehead, perspiration dampening the small of her back, Jenny scurried into a stall so fast, the clicking of her heels may as well have been on fast-forward. Before she did anything crazy like, say, call her parents and involve them in this whole frickin' mess, she had to check for herself, clean herself up. Fuck, it was still oozing down her thighs, man, and were these new tits getting even heavier?!

The instant she was inside, she hit that lock so fast, she damn near broke a nail - at long last, something barred her from the outside world, affording her at least some small reprieve from the deluge of stares that'd dogged her all day long. Still, the one half of her mind that appreciated the privacy was totally drowned out by the other half, the panicking side, the one only getting all the more wound up now that she could finally risk a peek at her own torn underwear. Pouty lips stuck in a frowning grimace, Jenny put her back against the stall's door, head hanging back as she closed her eyes, doing her best to steady her breathing before she started hyperventilating. That can't be what she thinks it is, that just can't be what it feels like, nobody noticed her having that brain-blasting rush in the exam hall, nobody had paid attention-

She pressed her thighs a little tighter together, feeling it, them. Her jaw clenched as her teeth grit harder together. Like a string snapping in two, the confrontation was abrupt: Jenny looked down all ready to face the music, eyes instead locking on her own billowing cleavage, the stretched sports bra that she'd pulled up to her collarbones, and the two dark, moist spots in her hoodie conspicuously capping her bulging bust, her own tits for once utterly blocking her view. Her cute little grimace couldn't help but open up, jaw just barely going slack as her eyebrows rose up. Sh-Shit, she'd felt that damp clinginess back in the exam hall, b-buh...But she hadn't seriously thought it'd be...!

For a few moments, Jenny fumbled around, too flummoxed to decide where she should look first. The tickling, that faint tingling, behind her nipples had never really gone away, and every little breath only had her rubbing anew against the sodden material patching her bosom, reinvigorating it until sensitive jolts would zip through her whole chest. The sensations sporadically jolting through her bosom couldn't have contrasted more with the ones steadily flowing towards her crotch, flushing her until all she could think about was the soft material of her skirt rubbing against her, the tightness of her now open-crotch panties framing her...Her...It, that, she-

What the hell was going on, here?! This couldn't be real! This was outta the Twilight Zone!

Jenny's mind couldn't have been swimming harder if she'd been three sheets to the wind. She tried grabbing at her giant new boobs, tried cupping them through the material, but the immediate burst of ecstasy that coursed through her bosom from the pressure she'd put over them was so intense, her pupils just about dilated in delight. The tingling rushed towards her puffy, sensitive nipples, seemingly passing straight through in an alien sensation strong enough to roll her eyes around. Her next breath caught in her throat, shaky and shuddery, a quiver coursing down her spine potent enough to have her flexing her bum.

The twin damp spots over her sweater expanded in an instant, beads of creamy white just barely beginning to seep through the material. Jenny just watched with an unhinged look on her face. She...She had milk, now?! When had-

Jenny's eyelids flickered at the sensation down under, the expanding, the growing, the stiffening heat brushing against the pleated material of her waist wrap, lifting it up all the more quickly at the lovely little squirt she'd coaxed out of herself, up above. At long last, she let go of her chest and fired her hands down under her skirt, closing them both in on something that nearly had her screaming in disbelief. Slender fingers running past the strings of her tight underwear, she found the edge of the split that'd ripped through the lace mesh, then the warm, firm shapes dangling through, dense with all the remaining payload she hadn't spontaneously leaked at the prof's desk. More attention-demanding than those, however, was it, the thick, l-long shape sticking out, jutting from her crotch like a big doorstopper. No-!

Jenny, staring off into the distance like a deer caught in headlights, mouth gaping like a fish out of water, could only manage a few stunned, nonsensical squeaks as her trembling fingers slowly circled around it, both hands easily able to wrap around the twitching length, the pulsing, veiny pole lifting up her skirt like an eager man-slut straight out of a girl's wank mag. She tried looking down, but again, those stripper tits of her's only got in the way, forcing her to lift her chin and lean over, doing her best to look past her own body. Dew at the corners of her eyes, she lifted her skirt back and, at long last, saw it.

What was that old joke her dad had used to say? "Congratulations, it's a boy - and what a boy!"

She'd barely had a few moments to try grappling with the reality staring her in the face before she'd heard the bathroom door suddenly open, someone hurrying in before just as hastily shutting it behind themselves. In a heartbeat, Jenny's blood ran cold, jaw clenching as she threw her skirt back down. Breaths shallow, she turned around in the stall, trying her best to look inconspicuous by getting closer to the toilet as if she were just another girl going about her business. She never actually sat down, but she knew even in her panic it'd look a hell of a lot less odd if she didn't have her heels at the stall door. Breaths so shallow she may as well have been holding her breath, Jenny waited, listening, chin delicately trembling as anxiety made her mind race a mile a minute. Just go away, whoever you are! Go! Away!

As soon as she'd opened the washroom door, Alice's eyes had naturally honed in on the numerous stalls lining much of the walls, immediately spotting those eye-catching sneaker-heels Jenny'd been sporting. Eyes glinting like sapphires in the sun, the smirk that popped up on her face quickly enough grew into an excited little grin as she swiftly shut the door behind herself, willing the goddess to keep it shut lest someone interrupt.

Sharani cackled, inside her mind. "Oh-hoh, look at you," she purred, "moving with purpose, now! Very well, child, I suppose I could lend you my hand awhile, but don't you think the risk of discovery would make this all so much sweeter, for the two of you?...After all, she wouldn't want anyone to know about her lovely little secret, now, would she?"

"Hah, well, that definitely goes double for me," Alice hurriedly thought back, "but I'll let her think whatever she wants to, okay?"

The goddess tittered in her Favoured's mind, seemingly contented with the answer. Herself satisfied that Sharani wouldn't interfere, Alice couldn't help but pucker her lips in an impish little smile, eyes innocently rolling around at everything but Jenny's stall. With an all too intentionally devil-may-care pace, Alice wandered deeper into the washroom, mind racing with endless possibilities. Just how should she handle this? With so many options, she had her pick of the litter, but if she wanted this to work out in the best possible way for the both of them, she'd need to consider her course a little more than not at all.

Sharani gave a giggle, her presence swelling. That's right, pet...Use that big brain of your's for a little mischief. You already know what you want. How to have your fun, though?...Impress your goddess with a little ingenuity!

It didn't take long for an appropriately devious idea to come to her Favoured, and once it had, Alice quickly settled upon it with nary a second thought paid, her sneaky little smile quickly becoming more genuine. Yes, the scenario in her head seemed just so totally exciting, so raw - with the promise that anything could become reality, how could she possibly resist trying? The voices of remorse, hesitation, and fear but whispers in her mind, at least for the time being, little internal guidance lingered beyond the seeds Sharani had been planting. Alice, just like when Sandra had been presented to her as a toy, simply couldn't find it in herself to say no.

Affecting a believably confused tone, she made a show of looking around at all the stalls, craning her neck as if she were looking for something - just in case Jenny were peeking out at her through the doorjamb, it'd make her excuse sound a bit more genuine. Raising her eyebrows, mouth barely ajar, Alice lightly called "Um...Jenny? You in here?"

No response, naturally. Jenny didn't care who'd come around, she just wanted her privacy.

Of course, Alice's just eyes went to Jenny's stall, eyeing her sneaker-heels through the gap under the door. They hadn't even shifted at the sound of her voice. She pursed her lips for a moment, then tried again, explaining with a calm, steady voice "I thought I'd come and check on you. You practically ran out of the exam hall, a lot of people were worried about you." Subtly arching an eyebrow, one corner of her mouth rising higher at how she knowingly feigned ignorance, she added a curious "I know that's you, in there. It's okay, we're the only two in here, nobody's listening. You okay, in there?"

Behind the stall door, Jenny's lips pursed into a hateful scowl, eyes glaring as they fired over into their corners. She wanted to mutter out that nobody'd been worried at all, that they'd all just been laughing at her, but instead of risking sounding paranoid, she just kept her mouth shut and continued the silent treatment. Piss off, slag!

Alice heard the goddess give a low, slow purr in amusement, her growing grin flashing through her Favoured's psyche. How beneath Jenny, playing the passive-aggressive game...That sort of behaviour really did deserve to be punished, didn't it? What better way to do so than to step up to that frigid little social barrier and just kick it right in?

Alice waited a few seconds, but when Jenny still refused to answer, her brow briefly furrowed, a flare of resentment spurred on by Sharani's omnipresent cat-and-mouse mentality. The Favoured started wandering her way into the stall directly next to Jenny's, moving with an unnerving calm, very little in the way of guilt over her deception manifesting itself. Picturing in her mind what Jenny must've looked like now, throat subtly tensing in a swallow as she considered how it must've felt to have those curves of her's suddenly expand, Alice quietly closed the door to her stall, not even bothering to lock it. Another smile, caught in a cross between dreamy and a little vindictive, blossomed across her face.

She could just imagine, just picture, that big dong between Jenny's hips surging with blood, getting harder than she'd ever expected, tits feeling heavier with milk, fuller, milk-tanks growing like the dense nuts in her-

"...Nnngh!"

The tense, creaky grunt stifled on the other side of the stall wall had Alice's smile splitting into a massive, delighted grin, cheekbones cocking up as excitement flushed her face with colour. Ooh, felt that, had you, Jenny? A lingering sense of guilt put a cold feeling in Alice's chest - after all, she'd thought those dirty imaginings knowing full well it likely would've had an effect - yet the thrill at hearing a reaction not only put tingles throughout her belly, it even sent a sympathetic surge of her own down into her creamed panties, the sodden material still soaked with spunk as it clung to her crotch. Putting her side to the stall wall separating them, Alice's tone couldn't help becoming more overtly coy as she asked "Jenny? C'mon, say something, let me know you're okay."

"Just go away, I just wanna be left alooone," Jenny finally blurted out in a little wail, voice warbling instead of cracking.

"You sound upset," Alice remarked, only halfheartedly suppressing that teasing undercurrent. "If there's something wrong, maybe I could help you out? If there's something you need, I mean, I could-"

"N-No, Alice, just...Just go away, p-please," Jenny quietly begged, stammering uncontrollably, now.

The goddess purred, voice drifting to and fro in front of their two respective stalls, presence pacing like an impatient poltergeist looking to gain entry on holy ground. Remember, child: if you're so certain your soon-to-be Milking Toy is putting up walls, simply render them low, awhile...The resultant fun would be oh so worth whatever momentary little discomfort Jenny might complain of.

Alice's self-assured smile started splitting her face in a crescent from ear to ear. Mischievous eyes peeled to slits at the new idea Sharani'd put in her head, she kept staring at the wall separating them, rather convincingly sounding concerned as she explained "I can't, Jenny, not until I'm sure you're okay. The professor's gonna want me to explain what happened." She didn't give the girl in the other stall a chance to answer. Eyes widening, again, in anticipation, Alice's enormous smile finally parted into another grin, body bolting into action. All at once, she'd taken her side from the wall, turned to face it, grabbed the top edge of the stall, and used it to pull herself up into a stand over her toilet's rim, catapulting herself upwards until she'd been able to pop her chin right up over the edge.

Jenny noticed in an instant, giving Alice her typical slack-jawed look of surprise, for the life of her looking like one hell of a shocked deer caught in blinding headlights. Say hi, Jenny! Welcome to Exposure Town, population: you!

Eyes popping open so damn wide that the whites looked like dinner plates, mouth falling open in a slack look of utter astonishment at this exceedingly inappropriate invasion of privacy, Jenny jerked her head back to look up at Alice, chin lifting so fast that the sunglasses she'd slid past her bangs came swinging back down over the bridge of her nose like blinders snapping shut across the windows to her soul. With a massive gasp, Jenny pulled away from her post in front of her toilet, trying to stumble further away from Alice in the process. All she managed to do, of course, was knock her back into the stall wall directly across from the Favoured, exposing herself all the more clearly to Alice's delectable top-down view.

Alice's eyes went even wider than Jenny's, the poor girl trying desperately, and almost entirely failing, to stifle the long, hard laugh that started bursting up out of her chest. Holy crap, with udders like that, how did she stop from tipping over?!

Jenny, meanwhile, couldn't decide whether or not she wanted to scream, shout, or cover herself up. More's the pity, hm?

Alice's eyes darted around all over Jenny's body like hyperactive houseflies before she could even have the opportunity to make up her mind on how to handle this absurd breach in common courtesy, soaking in her amazing view down into the other woman's bra-busting cleavage, the sight totally dominating the pulled-out neckline of her sweater until the hem at her waist had actually been lifted up and suspended out a few inches away from her tummy. When Alice briefly considered whether or not those big, beautiful babes had actually gotten even larger since the initial growth spurt, Sharani just gave a knowing hum. Seeing is believing, pet!

Of course, within seconds of laying eyes on that meaty cock standing so hard and tall it nearly flipped back her skirt, Alice's face simply started to burn, a sizzle that spread to her ears within moments - holy hell, th-that thing was fucking huge!

"Oh-hoh-holy fucking shhhit," Alice blurted out in the middle of her laugh, the tingling in her belly only seeming to escalate from her balancing act on the toilet's rim. Oh, God, it looked exactly like she'd imagined, back in the exam hall: long like a kickstand and hard enough to tent up the front of her skirt, easily quite a bit bigger and longer than Alice's own goddess-given joystick, uncircumcised with a foreskin long enough to cover up nearly the entire bulbous helmet of a tip, vulgar veins riddling the shaft like the fat hog belonged on a man twice Jenny's size...And of course, lest one forget, a single, sappy droplet of pre-cum caught at the edge of her foreskin alongside a heavy pair of balls drooping low enough in her pouch to shift against her thighs, whenever they pressed together. Jenny wasn't just a babe, she was a fuckin' stud-muffin!

Jenny could practically see hearts flashing in Alice's eyes like the entire situation were a cartoon. She finally thought to get the lead out after a few seconds straight of paralysis, face boiling red like a cherry as she barked "What're you doing?! Stop it!!"

She grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands before tugging it down so violently, the entire gesture wound up backfiring. She'd yanked against the waistband so hard that the button helping to fasten up her skirt wound up popping right off, not only loosening the fit of the entire thing that much further, but loosening up the front, in particular, well enough to expose the strings and shredded crotch to her thong, the first inch or so at the base of her turgid meat going entirely exposed above the skirt's waistband. She'd barely managed to cover up the tip of her downwards-tilted dong, covered up that wondrously well-defined pole twitching beneath the thin, pleated fabric, but at what cost? How the hell was she gonna get out of there, now? She had no skirt and no underwear!

Jenny started panicking, right quick. Eyes wide and unhinged, she desperately howled "Stop looking!" before she'd spun around. Fighting with her skirt, trying not to stumble over her own heels, she rammed her back against the wall separating the two young women, doing her best to hide herself from the invasion of privacy. Of course, the hearty slam into the stall wall naturally had the added benefit of throwing Alice off-kilt, forcing her to hop off of the toilet before she'd slipped, letting go of the wall as she landed on her feet. Only her Favoured could hear the way the goddess laughed, roaring at the sheer entertainment value of these girls and their little games.

Alice, herself, couldn't help but mimic Sharani, parroting her goddess' infectious laughter. With a reverent "That thing was fucking huuuge," Alice was already pulling open her stall door, again. She was all ready to jump in front of Jenny's stall and block her off from running, ready to try continuing the verbal pressure with some hastily-concocted reassurance about how she could help the silly bimbo with her big new problem, when Jenny abruptly blurted out "W-Wait, don't go! Don't tell anyone, it's not what it looks like!"

Alice paused in front of Jenny's stall, hands pressed into either side of the doorframe. Guilty pangs at the back of her mind put a quaver through her grin, but grin she did, the rest of her delighted at the clear sense of advantage and power. She could feel Sharani's presence swell until time seemed to slow, closing in on her like a mist until the goddess' big hands were settling over her shoulders, the statuesque figure coming close enough behind her to whisper into her ear. Her own wide grin putting an overtly delighted tone in her voice, she goaded Alice on, encouraging her before she could even think of losing her nerve: "Don't stop now, pet! You know what you want, you know how to get it - enough games, reveal yourself as my Favoured!"

Squeezing Alice's shoulders out of excitement, she came in even closer, tracing the tip of her long tongue up the side of Alice's neck until she'd sent a shiver down her spine. Grinning by Alice's ear, she breathed "Just think about how cold this little ice queen's always been, with you. Think about finally melting her down into the perfect toy. Think about what she truly wants, child, and induct her into our harem!"

With a little nibble of Alice's earlobe, Sharani whispered "Don't disappoint me. I want a new toy, and I want her today. It's time to start reminding the world of what my boon can do!"

Time resumed, for Alice. The goddess' presence faded into the background, once more. "I'm not going anywhere," the Winterson simply stated, a cheeky smirk on her face. Hand drifting down to the tent springing up some of her own skirt, she offered a deceptively sympathetic "I know what's happening to you, Jenny - really, I do. If you want my help, you've gotta open the door for me, okay?"

The protest was quick. "N-No way, I can't, what're-?"

Alice's escalation in pressure was even quicker. One of her hands drifted up to the top edge of the stall door, fingers curling overtop as she gripped the cold, thick material. Eyes easing half-closed, smouldering as the images and sensations imagined in her mind played havoc on Jenny's body, she let her mind race and her mouth run, voice all calm confidence as she finished Jenny's thought, asserting "What am I talking about? How about the way you looked like you'd gone two whole months without getting your rocks off?"

There was a second or two that passed by in a still, no more. Then, Alice heard Jenny's sneaker-heels squeak against the floor, the door shuddering as her hands planted into it from the other side. A strangled grunt caught in her throat, legs visibly shaking through the gap under the stall door. Sharani observed with wide-eyed glee, grinning like a madwoman. Yes, pet! Make it so!

"Open the door and let me in, I can help you," Alice pushed, half a chortle and half a plea.

"Nnnohh," Jenny groaned, hard. One of her hands found Alice's fingers, grabbing the same spot she'd grabbed the door at.

"You know you want to," Alice insisted, eyes steadily glazing, an exhilarated grin on her face at the way she could twist Jenny's voice. "Don't bother asking me whether or not I've seen enough, you know the answer's no. Your boobs look so full and heavy, now - don't you think you could use a hand with them? They looked one good squeeze away from just squirting all over the place!"

She could hear Jenny's breaths quickening in distress, her hand tightening over Alice's in anxiety. "Oh God, ohhh Goood, they're...!"

"Let me in," Alice quietly commanded, tone imperial, eyebrows shrugging up as she stared the door down. "You know you want to."

She listened to the way Jenny gave a long, keening groan, a death knell to her fracturing resistance in the truest sense. Wordlessly, her hand slid from Alice's, and after a moment of fumbling, the lock to the stall door gave a smart click. Alice let the one arm drop back down to her side as the door was pulled open, and as soon as Jenny came into view, Alice's eyes were glinting and racing all across her, widening in tummy-tingling delight. She could barely get a good look in, let alone make some sort of comment, before one of Jenny's arms had thrust out through the opening, grabbed Alice by the collar of her school outfit, and yanked her straight inside. With a slam and another click, they'd been trapped together.

Alice couldn't help but grunt as Jenny's hands planted into her shoulders, pushing her right up against the stall wall opposite her. A breathless smirk swiftly grew on Alice's face as she let her eyes drop, very little in the way of apprehension appearing in her mind over Jenny's aggression. The stall made for rather close quarters contact, the two afforded little more than a foot and a half of space between them. So close that their breaths hit each other like warm puffs, the scents of each other's clothes and skin filled their senses, the air between them charging with tension as they stood in each other's personal space, trapped together by the four walls of the stall. Jenny's demented eyes were already glazed, locked on Alice's as she begged through clenched teeth: "Please, make it stop! I'm going absolutely fucking nuts!"

"I bet you are," Alice merely teased, her self-confident veneer cracking, a jittery chuckle warbling out of her as her eyes darted back up to Jenny's own emerald pair. Jesus, look at her - with a downright waspish figure like her's, how could anyone not see her as the next hottest thing to grace a stripper pole? Beyond the lust-lost look on her face or the way her breathing had been reduced to shallow panting, the chest to her sweater looked like it had been stretched out near to capacity. If those babies had been Es after her initial growth spurt, they'd already become EEs if not Gs following Alice's second bout of fantasizing, and judging by the big twin wet spots soaking into the fabric, it was little wonder what'd done the swelling. It was a tired joke, but where was it more appropriate than now: "Got milk?"

The sight of those leaking beauties, so big, the space between them so narrow, coming within inches of her chest had Alice's face turning pink. Her prim and proper Winterson side wanted to chastise Jenny for nearly dampening her own clothes by touching her with the booby milk she'd been leaking into her sweater, but the Favoured side of her could only gulp to steady her electrified nerves. Jenny's black sports bra looked surreal and hilarious in equal measure as it stretched taut near her collar bones, the supple brassiere now little more than a harness to better frame her tits. Down below, past that tight waist and the wonderful handlebars those curvy hips of her's provided to anybody riding that cushiony ass, the beast lifting up her skirt looked fit to burst.

Alice hadn't been able to get as good of a look at it as she'd wanted - goddess knew she could've easily spent an hour getting an up close and personal look-see at it - but she'd already seen enough to start going wild, constantly having to fight the magnetism her eyes felt for that purple-helmeted slab of twitching man-meat. Funny thing was, if Jenny thought to shoot a look down, herself, she'd probably notice the unusual bump pressing out against Alice's skirt, but brain-fried on forcibly-induced lust like she was, drowning in her own rampant libido like she couldn't help being, she just stared Alice in the eyes, aching for even the first sign of approval or permission. Desperate in more than one sense of the word, she was utterly torn between want and want-not, between yearning for privacy and slavering for satisfaction, just the way Sharani liked them.

As for Alice? She was just blown away at how willing Jenny;d been made. She'd watched this girl come and go in her classes for months, noticed her and paid attention to everything she'd said even remotely in Alice's direction, and now, fantasy was abruptly crashing into reality - and it was all her doing. Well, Sharani's, really, but Alice had taken the steps lain in front of herself, her thoughts had altered Jenny's world...Possibly irrevocably. For a girl already feeling high on experimenting with the potential the goddess provided, the rush of power at her mere thoughts shaping bodies, of pure capability at her fingertips, had her stunned speechless for a few moments, allowing Jenny ample time to run her mouth and take complete control of a situation Alice should've been in charge of.

"Don't laugh at me," Jenny hissed, eyebrows shooting up past the rims of her sunglasses. "I don't know what the fuck's going on, but it's getting even worse!" Voice giving a crack, Jenny squeezed Alice's shoulders a little tighter than she'd probably meant to, head barely tilting to the side as if to reinforce how serious her next statement was: "I swear to God, I'm not a fuckin' shemale, don't tell anyone about this! I don't know what the hell's going on, but I need help! I thought I could just wait until I got home, b-but it's...It's..."

She looked down before Alice could get a grip on herself, eyes visibly widening as they locked in on the hopping bump pressing out into Alice's skirt. With a sharp gasp, she threw herself away from Alice, back hitting the wall opposite her. Mouth hanging open in anticipation of a scream, she could only think to breathe out "Y...You too?!"

Now, child! Take her!

Alice grinned, a beautiful beaming at once innocent and guilty. "That's right, me too," she quietly confessed, chin dipping until her big, blue eyes looked like they could've been searching Jenny's soul. "I wanted to get to know you, better...I've always wanted to. I wanna get to know a whole lot of gorgeous girls, just like you. Somebody gave me the opportunity to make it happen. You want help? I can definitely help you. But, you're going to have to do something for me, too..."

When Alice took a step closer and reached out, Jenny's lip started trembling. Alice's fingertips delicately lifted Jenny's sunglasses away from her eyes, exposing the wide, vulnerable saucers they formed. With a second step deeper into Jenny's personal space, Alice let the sunglasses slip from her fingertips, clattering to the floor. Lifting her chin and leaning in, she whispered "Keep completely still and just listen to everything I say. After all, the next time I make you dribble a puddle between your feet, I might just make it happen in an even more crowded room..."

Jenny blinked, horrible realization dawning in her eyes. "It was y-"

"Three months of blue-balling," Alice promptly purred, barely shrugging with an eyebrow.

That last syllable hung on Jenny's tongue, eyes steadily crossing as her mouth hung open wider. Oh, f-fuuuck!

Neither of them noticed the way Sharani's mouth moved in synch with Alice's, her nasty smile a stark contrast to Alice's hint of sheepishness as they said "Now, now...Don't fight it, pet. Let's fix your little problem, shall we? You must be pent-up like a bull with no cows in leagues!"

Alice grinned, watching the way Jenny quivered against the stall wall, defenceless. With a shy twist in her face, a fresh bloom of crimson to her cheeks at the dirty talk she'd just blurted out, she reached out and slid a hand behind Jenny's neck, the other hand unabashedly dropping between them until she'd found Jenny's turgid prick, fingers and palm delicately brushing up against it until she'd gotten it pointed up between them, flipping up Jenny's skirt entirely. When she leaned in the last bit, Alice naturally closed her eyes, mouth opening to match Jenny's until their soft lips had finally touched. In an instant, stars had popped in Alice's brain, but no matter how intense she might've felt, Jenny's reaction would've always been stronger.

Alice couldn't hold back a little coo, humming into Jenny's mouth. A hard shiver ran down her skin, coursing her spine hard enough to provoke an adorable flex in her bum. The scent of Jenny's skin, the feeling of her matte pink lipstick rubbing off on Alice's lips in glittering smudges, the soft, supple plumpness of her lips, the moistness in-between, the humid puffs of her shallow breaths...Alice kissed Jenny's barely-open mouth two or three times, but before she could try curling her tongue inside, Jenny had finally started reciprocating, lips naturally sealing as she feebly puckered up and pressed back. Alice grinned for a second - oh, God, her heart was already starting to race! Jenny's tits were starting to push into her own, and that cock - fucking thing was throbbing like a rocket ready for liftoff!

Alice couldn't see the way Jenny tried blinking her eyes back into focus, doing her best to look at Alice's face before dew blurred her vision. Arms like jelly at her sides, legs quaking, tummy tingling, heart pounding, Jenny's eyelids flickered before she finally caved and started kissing back. Something was finally touching her, down there - holy shit, Alice's hand felt so warm, so soft! Her lips were even better - the two of their breaths quickly escalating, teardrops trickled from Jenny's eyes as they inched back into her skull, eyelashes fluttering as her mind was overcome with feelings, instincts, a beautiful, formless chaos utterly overtaking her synapses. As soon as Alice's hand had stopped rubbing the underside of her cock, as soon as her fingers had closed around her pulsing shaft, the anarchy in her brain took shape: her and Alice, right this second!

When Jenny's kisses abruptly became firmer, more insistent, Alice kept pace with her, their heads lightly tilting in a bid to deepen their passion. Confident that Jenny couldn't resist anymore, Alice felt safe doing the same. Slipping her hand down from the back of Jenny's neck, she let it run down across her chest, fingertips trailing across her bare cleavage as she followed the swell of her perky bust. When she reached one of the damp spots in the sweater's fabric, she let her palm sit over it as she gave a couple gentle, circular rubs, even that mild contact putting a shiver throughout Jenny's body, a wince in her face and a warble against Alice's lips.

Giggling in her throat with hot-blooded excitement, Alice shuffled herself a little closer to Jenny, while Jenny, in turn, just twisted her heels until she'd widened her stance, opening her legs that much more. As much as Alice would've loved to play around with those giant boobs until she had Jenny sprinkling her no doubt delicious milk all over the stall, she didn't hesitate to creep her hand further down, joining the first squarely over Jenny's crotch. Instead of two-fisting that big thing, however, Alice let her second hand go down for Jenny's tense, boiling balls, her touch instantly provoking a gasp to suck in through Jenny's nose. Tilting her head back, she lifted her chin and broke the kissing spree, quietly begging "Ah-hah, gentle! Oh God, they're so tender! Gentle!"

"Mmm," Alice hummed, nibbling her lip. Ohhh, she could be gentle...But only if someone deserved it. Gentleness was...Gentleness was a privilege, not a right. R-Right, Sharani?

Sharani grinned to herself in delight, a fingertip gently trailing between her lip and chin as she chortled in her throat. That's right, child...You're learning quickly. You giveth privileges and may taketh them away at a moment's notice. Don't be fooled by Sandra's willingness, that prior night; the goddess' ability to bend minds and perceptions was unmatched. You, with your first proper plaything, may need to work at it, a little...

Alice grinned, keeping right up in Jenny's face, never leaving kissing distance. She drank in every contortion of Jenny's beautiful face, every little detail, every little reaction to every little touch. Christ, not only was Jenny's horn big enough that Alice would've spun it around like helicopter blades but for how stiff it was, but her fucking balls - when Alice had first touched them, she'd almost thought she'd missed her mark and planted her hand against Jenny's thigh. Just how much had been Alice's fantasizing and how much was the wicked blue-balling she'd fast-forwarded her into?

Alice hadn't gotten a very good look at them yet, but touch was just as potent a sense: not only did Jenny's scrotum feel hot, tense, and big as an orange, incredibly enough, but the firm, egg-shaped stones inside could've been the size of clementines, dense and, dare Alice dream, sloshing with the absolute waterfall of creamy, jelly-thick nut just waiting to surge free. Just thinking about it had Alice wanting to slip out of her skirt, aching to tug Jenny's own down her thighs until she could...Could do something with that buxom, bottomless babe, she didn't know what, yet. Get a taste, maybe? She still couldn't make up her mind what to do first - there were so many options! How to best expand Jenny's horizons? In which way should her resistance be crumbled?

When Alice dipped her head and pressed a couple kisses against Jenny's neck, pressing her lips against that silky skin and feeling the pheromonal rush of her scent, she made up her mind in a moment of clarity: she'd pervert Jenny by simply doing whatever it was she wanted to. She'd have her own fun and do what felt right, and Jenny wouldn't be able to resist going along for the ride. When she heard the goddess give an approving hum over her decisiveness, Alice's confidence soared. She pulled her head back again, the one hand gently squeezing Jenny's meat as it started pumping a little, the other delicately palpating and rolling Jenny's swollen balls around her fingers. Immediately, she'd caught Jenny's eyes, the two locking on each other.

Alice laid it all out on the line, and the longer Jenny listened, the more a thinly-veiled fear rose in her eyes, even as her face flushed from pink to red. Keeping her voice down, Alice couldn't help grinning, face simmering an innocent pink at the words coming out of her own mouth: "The only way you're gonna get better is by cumming a whole lot more, okay, Jenny? I promised I'd help you, and I will - some now, some later. After you go home and clean up, you're gonna come over to my place and we're not gonna stop until you're completely, totally spent. And, don't you think for even a second that you're just gonna go to somebody else for a good time - nobody in the whole, wide world could get you off better than me. That's a promise!"

Something wet, syrupy like sap, started drizzling against the edge of Alice's rocking fist - she took it as a good sign. With a cheeky giggle, Alice added "I'm your new mistress, got that? I'm gonna make you a total butt-slut slave to my cock, and it's gonna feel so right!"

Jenny's voice was small, but the glazed look in her eyes never faded. "Alice, please...Don't-"

"Four months," Alice tittered, shrugging with her eyebrows.

She could just about see the lights turn off, behind Jenny's eyes. In an instant, Alice could feel Jenny's balls getting hotter, a hint heavier, skin a little oilier and cock engorging that much more as the flow of pre-cum escalated, off-white lumps oozing out into the mixture Alice had been rubbing into her skin. The twin wet spots in Jenny's sweater nearly reaching the hem now, white beads couldn't help seeping through the fabric, pointing out precisely where those firm, pebble-sized nipples stood tall and proud, aching for something, anything, to give them a milking, a loving suckling. What Jenny did next had Alice's eyes widening in delight, a hard, short laugh bursting out of her at the surreal hilarity of it all.

Jenny gave a hard, desperate moan, eyes steadily crossing as her mouth hung open in a pouty ring. Legs quivering, back to the wall, the drop-dead gorgeous blonde almost seemed to revert to a mindless, animal-like state: jaw clenching, teeth slightly bared, her every exhale became a brainless moan, a squeak for mercy, succour, and satisfaction. Before Alice's very eyes, the libido-suffocated girl suddenly started jerking her hips in sharp, sudden motions, dry-humping the space between the two of them in a bid to fuck Alice's fist, every pistoning of her hips punctuated by another of her desperate grunts and squeaks. Alice couldn't help sniggering, the pink in her face escalating until even her ears burned, too. Oh my God, had Jenny completely lost it?

She toyed with the blonde bombshell for a minute, letting her pump her hips only ineffectually - keeping her fist wrapped around Jenny's meat near the foreskin-shrouded tip, she left her fist up near Jenny's stomach rather than down in front of her crotch like a patiently waiting fuck-hole, but even so, Jenny simply adapted, trying her best to jerk her hips upwards at a sharper angle, mind no doubt racing with images of the imagined fuck-doll looming over her, almost completely out of reach from her pulsing dong. While Jenny did her best to get off, Alice grinned at her and cooed "Promise me you'll be a good slut and do anything I say, whatever I say, and I'll make you cum right here, right now. Promise me you're mine forever and I'll treat you like it."

"Take a vow of bitchhood," Sharani chimed in, voice a breathy tease.

Alice winked at Jenny, grinning from ear to ear. "Promise me you're my bitch," she added, following the goddess' cue.

Jenny could only whimper and let her eyes sightlessly roll around, but once the whimpering sounded affirmative enough, Alice felt satisfied. When she let go of Jenny's cock and balls, her beleaguered plaything abruptly snapped to attention, eyes suddenly blinking back into focus, moaning taking on a penitent warble. She could barely whimper for more attention before Alice had started tugging her toy's skirt down her hips, Jenny just about doing a dance from foot to foot out of sheer nail-biting anticipation. Alice giggled at her enthusiasm, using her shimmying motions to better pull her loose, buttonless waist-wrap down past her cock. That's right, girl...Let's get you ready for it.

Jenny winced and grit her teeth as the tight skirt helplessly tilted her dipstick further and further downwards, lifting her chin until she'd started staring at the ceiling. Alice watched with bated breath until, after several seconds, she'd finally gotten the skirt down past the ichor-leaking tip of Jenny's rod and around her knees, eyes following it in a mesmerized gaze as it sprang back up out in the open. It looked just like she'd imagined, maybe even better: huge, the fucking thing was straight out of a Ron Jeremy vid, thick enough to swiftly have Alice changing her mind about anything...Invasive she might've done with it, herself. That crimson, veiny hog, so engorged the tip was a shade of purple, would've split her tight little ass in two!

Droplets of pre-cum flung around from the force of her swing, not to mention smearing off on her skirt during her dong's breakout from the skirt. Her bikini tan lines striped her crotch in a narrow "V," keeping her naughty bits a delicious creaminess to contrast the rest of her suntanned body. The perfumed scent of her skin mingling with her musk, her nervous sweating, all drifted up between them, filling the Favoured's senses with her plaything's amorous aroma. Alice couldn't help biting her lip at the way her thong, a lace mesh from the looks of it, had torn open at the crotch, completely exposing the cheerleader's waxed crotch - had her junk literally burst out? When Alice flashed Jenny a naughty grin, the other young woman in the stall finally looked back down, eyes wide and lips lingering in a puckered little ring as she drank in the Favoured's own disrobing.

Alice didn't waste time teasing Jenny; the jumps her breasts took in her sweater, her silent panting, was all the concession and encouragement Alice needed. Jenny's eyes followed every wiggle of Alice's hips, every little shimmy, until she'd let her skirt slip down her legs, collapsing in a fabric ring around her flats. Alice couldn't help blushing, grinning as she covered up the moist space between her hips with her hands for a moment, then finally unveiled herself, letting her much more modest cock jut out for Jenny to appreciate, stabbing out into the air from her lap like a doorstopper. If Jenny were between eight and nine cervix-bumping, colon-cramming, prostate-grinding inches, Alice couldn't have been more than five...For now, at least.

Before Alice could even think of something witty to say, Jenny was letting her panting become noisier, suddenly lunging towards Alice with her hands out and her ruined skirt still caught at her knees. When she instinctually touched Alice just like she'd touched her, one hand going for her cock while the other went for her balls, Alice laughed, reciprocating the attention until she'd reached around Jenny and slapped her hands down into her ass...Timidly, at first. Just feeling how thick and pillowy those cheeks were, however, swiftly had Alice squeezing, tummy tingling and cock hopping at how spongy those cushions were, how deep her fingers could sink in. Finally, with a sharper slap, she spread that derriere open and pulled Jenny right up against herself, forcing the other girl's hands away until she had the cheerleader lap-to-lap with her.

The two of them couldn't help giving a little gasp as their hot manhoods pressed up against each other, twitching against the other's in a steamy, frotting embrace. Back in kissing distance now, nearly chin-to-chin with each other, Alice let her gasp sigh back out in a purring chortle against Jenny's chin, face splitting in a bashful little grin. Poking a finger into Jenny's parted-open valley, Alice had found the girl's rosebud nearly instantly, shamelessly prodding against her winking pucker, more than a little thoroughly getting across how she wanted to play. You ever had anything in your ass, Jenny? Don't lie, now!...

Jenny's face scorched into a whole new shade of crimson, her chin trembling at the indignity, the resentment, the shock over Alice's nerve...The shock over her own bizarrely absent resistance, to say nothing of the curious flexes that passed through her bum. Alice couldn't be serious! Sh-She'd almost never put anything up there, before-!

"You want your milking, now," Alice asked as if in response to her plaything's thoughts, a little arch in an eyebrow.

Through her ass? For real? Jenny hesitated, eyes torn. Then, uncertain, she nodded.

Alice bit her lip, the corners of her mouth rising in a grin. "You want your dick milked," she reiterated, as if to clarify.

This time, Jenny nodded more enthusiastically, the hesitation in her eyes steadily glazing over with rediscovered eagerness. Oh, God, yes, just milk the poison out! She'd never felt so fucking on edge, before, in her whole goddamn life!

Alice winked, fingerprint running laps around Jenny's clenching ring, feeling the little folds of her nervous crinkle. In a breathy whisper, she instructed "Then I want you to turn around and lean against the wall...Or, over the toilet, if you'd prefer. Doesn't matter." With a playful little shrug of her shoulders, she murmured "Either way, you're gonna stick out that fat ass of your's, for me. You're gonna keep still, and you're gonna let me take care of you. It's time to fix your blue-balls problem...That is, if you're ready for it-"

Jenny couldn't have gotten the lead out faster if someone had lit a fire under her ass. Marching in place until her knees had finally gotten past her skirt, she kicked it away so violently, it actually went flipping out from underneath the stall door, sliding clear across the washroom until it'd sent itself out of sight underneath an adjacent sink. Alice watched with glee as, without so much as a second thought, Jenny was pulling away, turning towards the toilet, and falling over against it, catching herself with both hands over the attached water tank. Still, what she did then had Alice's member hopping, her teeth catching at her lip, her eyelashes fluttering, and her libido screaming for a faceful of tanned snow bunny ass.

Feet spread a bit past shoulder-width, Jenny just about mesmerized Alice when she looked over her shoulder at her, expression caught between confusion and hope, self-consciousness and an eagerness to please. She started rocking her hips up and down, left and right, round and around with a practised ease, the big, suntanned cupcakes of her seat cushions bouncing and jiggling in time with her secret rhythm, the full, heavy balls dangling just underneath helplessly swinging and swaying between her thick thighs. Her cock, on the other hand, was so stiff, so rock-hard, that the damn thing could barely even stir the air in her lap, jutting out so rigidly that it was more or less immobile despite her rocking hips. That was fine, though - just seeing that rump and pair of stud-balls bounce around, alone, could've sent Alice's steam whistle roaring.

"Like this? Is this good," Jenny asked, eyes locked on Alice's, cock giving a wave on a particularly hard shake of her waist.

"That's perfect, absolutely perfect," Alice mumbled, a breathless grin on her face.

Jenny's face broke out into such a flustered, excited smile at the approval, Alice just about swooned. Veins lacing with adrenaline, she moved in for the kill, shoving herself away from the stall wall until she could get closer, darting directly behind Jenny. The view she had putting tingles throughout her belly, made her legs like jelly beneath her, and Alice's lips couldn't help but quaver during her grin, cock rhythmically thrumming as her mind raced with perverted possibilities.

Jenny's bare rump, just waiting to be played with, looked amazing - those big, suntanned cheeks, thick and juicy enough that Alice could just imagine how hard they'd jiggle with a good snap of Jenny's hips, naturally parted just a touch from her bent-over position, showcasing the faint, pale stripe running between...Coursing up towards the small of her back in those oh-so-delicious bikini tan lines. Somebody could've done with a new tramp stamp...

Alice lifted her hands to smack them into Jenny's seat cushions for a good groping, then hesitated, pausing for a second or two at the sheer phantasmagorical scenario looming before her, a simple moment of clarity breaking through the haze of lust and power. She glanced back and forth between her hands just the once, some part of her mind stunned anew at the position she'd managed to put the two of them in, but she didn't let it faze her for long before her breathing had hitched. Eyes a little wide and unhinged all over again, she looked back down at Jenny's fat, bouncy ass, complete with the black string of her thong lodged deep between, and finally went through with clapping her hands down against either half, fingers immediately squeezing in, thumbs digging into Jenny's valley before parting her open as wide as she could go.

Her mind, what remained of her independence from Sharani's influence, shut back down nigh-instantly. It wasn't just in the way Jenny flinched at the spanking or warbled at the exposure, it was in the way those full, aching balls hung like oversized chicken eggs between her thick thighs, the way her thong's string stretched taut across her pucker even as the stretching to her cheeks helped blossom out her ring on either side of it. Breaths turning husky, Alice couldn't bear to wait a moment longer, not with that view sitting in front of her - but, all the same, the fun she'd made up her mind on having...Oh hoh, it was more the teasing kind, the one-sided kind. She knew she could wait. Why give Jenny Jiggles the reaming she was craving so early on in their new and improved relationship? Make her earn it...Make her remember she was a toy.

Alice's eyelids flickered. Her toy! Her's!

Without warning, Alice dropped into a squat behind Jenny, ignoring the hot, throbbing stick between her hips as she got herself even closer to Jenny's ass, nostrils helplessly giving a flare at the way her scent became even stronger. Head swimming, Alice let go of one of Jenny's cheeks and unceremoniously pulled her thong's string to the side, making the blonde's cock twitch around as the fabric framing it was yanked and stretched out of the way, clearing Alice's path to that winking pucker. Alice grinned to herself, and Jenny, meanwhile, just looked forwards, staring at the wall in front of herself as she waited, breaths coming in hot huffs to match the warm puffs she could feel Alice give against her, steaming up her taint and drooping beanbag. W-What was she gonna do to her, eat out her a-ass? But-!

The mere thought had Jenny whimpering, rosebud flexing in a wink at Alice, balls shifting in her bloated scrotum as a fresh dribble of sappy pre-cum beaded over the slit of her big pussy-pleaser. Alice no doubt gave her the impression she'd been on the right track when she, without the slightest bit of shame, spat a nice wad of saliva straight against Jenny's ring, prompting the thing to squeeze so hard, Alice couldn't help but giggle and think about how that pressure would've felt, wrapped around her cock. She bit her lip, eyes glazed and half-closed as she watched Jenny's dark star flex a couple times, rhythmically squeezing until the saliva had dribbled halfway down her taint. Damn thing looked like a diamond in the rough, just waiting for her to polish up.

With a quiet "Oh my God," Alice brought a hand up between Jenny's thighs, delicately cupping her dangling orbs in the palm of her hand, feeling their weight, how dense their hyperactive productivity had made them. Her eyelashes fluttered before she'd closed her eyes, in the same moment falling into the motion, the position that came so naturally to her eager little imagination. Her head fell forward, a shuddery exhale drifted out of her as she got her chin to Jenny's taint and her tongue to her backdoor, the Favoured relentlessly digging her mouth in against Jenny's ass as well as she could, doing the best she could what with just the one hand trying to spread open those thick halves. As soon as Alice's tongue had touched her, Jenny had yelped, pucker flexing so hard it could've turned coal into diamonds. Not ass-to-mouth, Alice! Anything but that!

Alice could only grin at Jenny's self-conscious whimpering and mewling, just about panting against the bimbo's ass as she tasted her skin, dragging and swirling her molten mouth-muscle against and around her Milking Toy's folds, tonguing her hole with all the enthusiasm her suppressed libido could muster up. Eventually, however, she lifted her hand from Jenny's ass, gave it a smack, pulled her head back, and panted out "Spread that ass, for me! Make yourself useful, y-you...You dirty little slut! Don't ever forget: you're my Milking Toy! Say it! Say it, right now!"

Jenny's crocodile tears didn't fool Alice one bit, much to the goddess' glee. Dew in her eyes from embarrassment and an overwhelming sense of vulnerability at having her secret ass-eating threshold so thoroughly ignored and violated, snuffling like a turned-out slut hating how much she loved it, she took her hands from the toilet's tank, reached back with both hands, and grabbed herself by the ass. Having to bend over even further, she let her chin rest against the water tank, nearly completely folded over at a ninety degree angle. Voice a keening whine, she professed "I'm your M-Milking Toy! Oh, God, I promise, I'm your toy! Just p-please, for the love of God, make me cum, already! Please, my dick's gonna fucking explode!"

Alice's eyes crossed, a little, when Jenny spread her ass open directly in front of her face, her pucker giving a blossom before flexing, her balls briefly drawing up in her beanbag before easing back down, her meat hopping around in front of her crotch so fast it stirred the air. With the way cleared, Alice dunked her head back in, drowning herself in Jenny's mind-wiping pheromones as she tongue-lashed her hole, putting another fresh wince of ecstasy on her face at the wet, fiery texture crossing and probing against her backdoor. With her hand free, she could finally bring it up under Jenny, escalating her play with her new pet by finding her thrumming, foreskin-shrouded prick and wrapping her soft, slender fingers right around it, getting a nice hold on that fuck-handle. At last, Jenny whined in more overt approval.

Of course, Alice didn't go wild and let Jenny pop her top right off the bat, now. Oh, no. She kept things slow, listening to the goddess' whispered instructions, taking in her counsel that Jenny's pent-up balls could have her geysering spunk at the drop of a hat if too much pressure were applied, too quickly. She rocked her hand back and forth across Jenny's meat in only slow, shallow pumps, teasing the babe until her legs were trembling and her hips were on the verge of firing off into another dry-hump session in a bid to fuck Alice's fist, again. The first time it looked like Jenny couldn't handle the tension for a single moment longer, Alice simply slowed her fist to a stop around the base of her long prick, tongued her ass more slowly and insistently, and delicately pulled at her balls, coaxing them back down from their primed, drawn-up position. Easy, girl! Not just yet!

Jenny let loose a desperate whine, but when the door to the girls' washroom was abruptly pushed open, the girl cut herself off right quick, eyes popping open wide as her lips pursed together. Her whole body went tense, her ring squeezing so hard that when the tip of Alice's tongue was pushed back out, there could've been a pop. Alice, for her part, went stiff, too, but it'd barely lasted a couple seconds before she'd given back in, simply doing what she could to quiet her breathing and muffle her tongue motions. Jenny's lip and chin quivered as a grimace of reluctance and terror overcame her, voice small and strangled as she begged "Alice, no," a plea that fell on deaf ears. Alice was blushing clear to her ears - nothing was gonna stop her, now!

When the Favoured started rocking her fist again, gently squeezing her fingers just a little tighter in the process, the fearful twist in Jenny's lips slowly began to subside, the reluctant wince in her eyes steadily giving way to a slack-jawed satisfaction. Alice could barely hear the footsteps make their way deeper into the washroom, wandering into a stall not so far from her's and Jenny's, coming dangerously close to intruding upon their stifling proximity. Jenny didn't dare breathing a word, now - last thing she needed was somebody recognizing her voice, then noticing the sound had come from a stall with two pairs of feet, inside. Alice could barely think in her state, but still, she found it in herself to internally ask the goddess "You...I wanted you to block the door! You let someone in?"

Sharani giggled in her Favoured's mind. "Oh, I do apologize, my dear, I suppose I must've been too wrapped-up in this little show you've been putting on," she purred, voice utterly dripping with thinly-veiled guilt. "Think of it as a good reminder for our sweet pet that if she misbehaves, her punishments won't be private. Besides, that door didn't have a lock. I assume most of the boys and girls in this academy realize that? Blocking the door would've only drawn a worse kind of attention, wouldn't you agree? Which would you prefer: a student wandering her way in and then back out none the wiser, or your high-strung Headmaster trying to barge in and demand answers?"

"Okay, alright, good point, well made," Alice hastily reassured, prompting a flashing image of Sharani's smug grin before her mind's eye. Jenny grit her teeth and stared at the wall through the haze of tears, still obediently spreading her ass open nice and wide for Alice, choking back every noise Alice tried provoking out of her. The air grew heavy in their stall, the breathless silence becoming suffocating until Jenny couldn't help but let go of a cheek, screwing her eyes shut and covering her mouth in a desperate bid to stifle herself.

Alice responded, of course, by pulling her head back, quietly panting as she observed her handiwork, the way she'd spit-shined that crinkle until her lipstick had started smudging and she'd gotten saliva down her chin. Only passively keeping an ear open for their mysterious guest, too trapped in her reverie to really believe anything could backfire or turn this situation around on her, Alice punished Jenny for her annoying self-consciousness by easing her balls closer towards her face, dunking her head back in for a couple quick wiggles of her tongue and an eager suckling before standing back up so fast, she'd very nearly cock-slapped Jenny against her tender beanbag. Talk about hurts so good!

With an almost snarling twist to her grin, Alice stood behind Jenny and started pumping her fist faster, harder, letting the busty blonde's balls sit against her wrist as her arm pistoned to and fro, forcing those dense, oversized orbs to helplessly bounce and flop against her hand. A fresh surge of blush sizzling her face, Alice's grin went from ear to ear as she leaned over her toy, brow furrowing as she picked up her pace until only the faintest pap-pap-papping of skin against skin filled the tight confines of their shared stall, the merest whisper of lewd misconduct she simply knew would have Jenny dying to hold on, desperate to hold back even the mildest noise lest the two of them suffer discovery and exposure.

For her part, on the other hand, Alice couldn't hold back an excited little giggle, just the briefest titter humming behind her grin. She kept watching Jenny's ring, loving the way it winked faster and faster, harder and harder, until it'd finally just started clenching, shrinking itself into a tight little crinkle in the same moment her balls had started tightening up and her breathing had become even more ragged. Straight away, Alice let go of Jenny's boiling prick, letting it thrum around in the air, and the way her curvaceous Milking Toy started up an agonized dance in response very nearly had the Favoured parroting the way her goddess cackled. Learn some patience, you eager little dick-chick whore!

Jenny bit back a hard groan of frustration, brow furrowing deep before her eyebrows had arched in pitiful, unfulfilled need, legs quaking and cock jumping around. Her hips gave a twitch forwards, then another, and before Alice knew it, Jenny were gently rocking them back and forth, looking back over her shoulder at the Favoured with crocodile tears in her eyes and her hand still planted over her mouth, face crimson as she cast her preppy classmate a pleading look. By that point, Alice had been fighting off the urge to say "Screw it" and just ride that ass until Jenny'd torpedoed her load into the toilet bowl, and seeing that kind of submissive longing writ plain on Jenny's face just about sent her over the edge, driving her even further into the madness and intoxication of holding so much power over somebody.

Jenny wasn't just her plaything - she was her's, now and forever, or at least for as long as she had that meaty cock for Alice to play around with. The more she believed it, the more true it became...Sinister, this power was. Through sheer virtue of her Favoured's belief, the goddess could make almost anything manifest.

Another idea came upon Alice, then. Something sparked in her mind, clicked - standing over Jenny from behind, seeing that look on her face, feeling like she was the queen of Jenny's sexual kingdom, an image flashed in the Favoured's mind, an oh-so-absolutely gratifying way to finish Jenny off and leave her begging for more, putty in Alice's hands and bedroom. While the unknown visitor to the bathroom flushed their toilet, Alice was grabbing Jenny and moving her around like a life-sized doll, too far gone to even realize how lecherously she panted, how menacingly she grinned, how mischievously her eyes glinted. Jenny looked nervous, certainly, yet she followed Alice's hands so compliantly, so eagerly, how could Alice ever back down from the fantasy her repressed little libido had so lewdly cooked up?

While the third girl in the washroom was washing and drying her hands, Alice was briefly surveying her handiwork, the position she'd put her willing fuck-doll in. She'd gotten Jenny to sit down at the very edge of the seat, giving her plenty of room to lean back far into the tank, ass half-off the rim until she'd pulled her thighs back and brought those knees and sexy sneaker-heels up into the air, a bit. Still grinning like a madwoman, Alice watched the way Jenny's boobs couldn't help pumping themselves up from the partially folded-over position, the pressure of having them lightly pushing against her stomach only coaxing more beads of white to seep through the dark trails running through her sweater. You're gonna have a hell of a walk home in that thing, darling!

Her veiny root so stiff it jutted out over her stomach at an angle, Jenny couldn't help but cast a quick glance down towards her tip, all too keenly aware of how the position aimed her hose back towards her own face. A sheepish little grimace crossing her, teeth lightly going on edge as her lips gave a quiver, she sent her eyes up towards Alice's, quietly begging "Please..."

Alice couldn't be sure if she'd wanted mercy or relief, but either way, the begging only had her drooling for the inevitable, the messy finish she'd coax out of her personal plaything. She considered for a second, not for the first time and with no small amount of smug self-assurance or glee, that Jenny might've been anticipating a deep-dicking right off the bat, right there in the bathroom. "Eager slut," she could almost hear Sharani giggling, mirroring her own bubbling, boiling thoughts, laying bare her Favoured's innermost fantasies. "Prove yourself to your new mistress, your new goddess - nut like your life depended on it!"

She took it upon herself to pop Jenny's entitled little bubble by priming two fingers a few inches beneath her chin, suppressing her grin just long enough to let an ominous tail of saliva slowly dangle down onto her fingertips. Jenny watched with glazed eyes, teeth still on edge as a fresh surge of blush had her ears going a nice crimson to match her flush face. With her free hand, Alice gently lifted up Jenny's heavy balls, provoking more than a couple hops and flexes from her meaty funstick. As she brought her spit-lubed fingers into position underneath, she shot Jenny a devilish smirk, waiting for the third girl in the washroom to make for the door, step outside, and let the door swing shut behind herself before playfully quipping "Hold these, would you?"

Jenny gave a slow, befuddled glance back and forth between her two occupied hands, eventually having the bright idea to let go of the leg closest to the toilet paper dispenser. Letting her leg stretch out a little, she brought her heel down against the casing to the dispenser, securing it in place so she might use her freed hand to do the same with her own beanbag. Watching Alice's beautiful blue eyes, a little intimidated by the alien, predatory glint she could see in them, she was rattled anew at the perceived shift in her personality, the wild, sudden switch from the quiet schoolgirl she'd hardly ever noticed into the confident, aggressive sex-bomb cornering her in a bathroom stall. Alice couldn't have always been like this, inside!

She tried to keep calm when the other young woman's fingertips pressed into her somewhere sensitive, but when that little voice in the back of her mind told her that the time for mercy was over, she couldn't help shivering, eyes dipping to her rigid prick and the way it pointed back towards herself. The tension in her expression slowly going slack, eyes glazing all over again as that old sensation returned, she gave a quiet groan as Alice started working her fingertips in, escalating the slippery pressure of those spit-shined lockpicks over her backdoor. Alice watched her face for a few moments, evidently loving the way Jenny was giving in all over again, losing herself to the new sensations and temptations wracking her mind, the overwhelming need and pleasure, forgetting the fear and anxiety that'd been drowned under Alice's careful ministrations.

Such a good pet, a good fuck-doll...Time to give her her reward, hmm?...

Alice kept pushing until she knew she'd gotten Jenny's castle gates popping open around her two invaders - even if she hadn't been able to figure it out with her sense of touch, that telltale look of tolerating a labour of love on Jenny's face would've given it away. Once the way'd been cleared, so to speak, by Alice's two little battering rams, she gleefully forced her fingers in to the second knuckle, making the most of her short-lived lube by barging her way straight to the sensitive spot in Jenny's upper wall. Alice could practically see the stars popping behind Jenny's dazed eyes as soon as she'd put pressure over her plump little P-spot, that firm bump that became oh-so-delectably noticeable whenever Jenny's silky walls flexed, absolutely begging for a long, thorough milking.

As soon as those fingers had collided with her button, Jenny's eyes briefly crossed, a hiss sucking in between her teeth before a warbling, high-pitched wail drifted out of her, cock hopping as droplets of clear pre-cum drizzled from the end of her rod. Without standing on ceremony, Alice started shoving her arm back and forth, jerking her fist in and out underneath Jenny's balls in a rough pistoning motion, forcibly grinding her two fingertips across Jenny's bump like she were flipping a switch as fast as she could. With her free hand, she gave Jenny a bit of a show to nudge her along, gripping her own cock and giving it some slow, steady petting, tapping her fist into her lap just hard enough to have her balls gently shifting and swaying in her lap.

Jenny's jaw started clenching as she dropped her eyes to watch, but it wasn't long before she'd lost herself to the feeling and just closed her eyes, moaning, her voice finally free to bubble to the surface now that the two were alone, once again. When Jenny disobeyed, when the eager little bitch let go of her aching nuts and tried gripping her thick, overgrown cock to mirror Alice's own playtime, Alice and Sharani both gave a loud, disapproving hum. Letting go of her meat, Alice swatted Jenny's hand away, blurting out "Oi, I never told you to play with yourself! Why, you little-"

Jenny darted her hand away with a whine of desperation, opening her eyes just in time to see Alice start stepping around her upraised leg, coming closer to the side of her body...Bringing her stiff prick coming that much closer to Jenny's vulnerable, defenceless face, in the process. With Jenny's balls flopping back down and getting a bit in the way, Alice's fist couldn't help but start up a meaty pap-pap-papping against the underside of her body, nudging Jenny's balls to and fro. Those fingers still shooting in and out of her ass, Jenny's eyes crossed, following Alice's dipstick as she came close enough to send her cummy musk up Jenny's nostrils. F-Fuck, had Alice jizzed herself, or something? She smelled so intense!

Jenny tried recoiling her head a little, trying in vain to defend her own dignity, but Alice allowed her none. Coming even closer, she started shoving her crotch directly into Jenny's face, provoking a chin-quiver, a puckered ring in her lips, a flare of her nostrils, and an arching of her eyebrows. Oh fuck, right in her face-!

Voice getting particularly tense, now, Jenny groaned "Oh God, oh G-God yeah-"

Alice grinned. "Yeah, you like that, huh? You like a faceful of my dick when you cum?"

Jenny's eyes started rolling back, eyelids flickering as she tried to fight it, nostrils flaring as she drowned in her mistress' pheromones. "Y-Yeahhh," she choked out, voice tightening until it'd lifted in pitch. Here it comes!

That tight hole clenching particularly hard around her fingers did nothing to stop Alice. Right as Jenny's prostate started swelling, right as she started squeezing hard enough to make that bump in her wall as well-defined as a nice, firm walnut, Alice took Jenny by the back of the head, sinking her fingers into her silky blonde locks. Forcing her head towards herself a little more, she turned Jenny's face into her crotch, bumped her hips forwards, and veritably planted her cock and balls into the left side of Jenny's pretty, dolled-up visage, provoking an immediate kick of Jenny's heels, a couple choked grunts catching in her throat as she futilely tried humping the air in desperate twitches of her pelvis. Oh fuck, it was finally against her face, it was so hot and sticky-!

With her balls to Jenny's cheek and the corner of her mouth, with her rigid prick stretching out across her nose clear to her right cheekbone and her awkward position over the toilet making it almost impossible for her to escape, it was only fitting to think of her as being stuck between a rock and a hard place, right where Alice knew the little ice queen loved it the most. With the goddess roaring with triumphant laughter in the background, Alice gave a throaty purring, shrugging with her eyebrows as she declared "Now you can cum!"

Jenny didn't need to be told twice, especially not with the dam already crumbling. Holding her breath, eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, eyes barely open, mouth hanging slack, Alice could feel the blonde's balls draw up so hard, they'd gotten out of the way of her thrusting hand, entirely. With her cock flushed crimson and the veins on her shaft standing out, the long bulge of her urethra became even more well-defined before, all at once, the first streamer of thick, creamy lust had jetted free, launching itself across her body with such force that it'd struck her chin and splashed down against her throat, to say nothing of the long, syrupy tail the wad had left across her sweater clear to the middle of her back-breaking cleavage.

With that first geyser, Jenny's cock started hopping and flexing like mad, each subsequent squirting of her rich, sloppy baby-batter prompting a tiny, strangled "Nngh!" to catch in her throat. She was gonna cum everywhere!

Alice happily kept fingering her all throughout her first official cumshot as a big-titted, big-cocked, fat-assed, milk-squirting shemale slut, the first...Well, the first willing chick with a dick in the goddess' harem, the very first dipstick-sporting skank consciously enslaved to her own fat cock and all the ways Alice could fuck her absolutely brainless. With a gentle rolling of her hips, Alice rubbed her fleshy junk around a little more in Jenny's face mid-orgasm, making damn well sure she didn't forget how nice and charitable her mistress was being, even in the throes of her heel-kicking, mind-wiping climax. That's right, whore: let it aaaall out, and don't you forget who made it all possible...

As the seconds ticked by, however, and Jenny's O-face never subsided, as she started hissing "Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck" and pearly jizz kept dumping itself up across her sweater, Alice's eyebrows started lifting in astonishment, mouth hanging open in an utterly delighted grin, cock feeling all the hotter as Jenny shot her ninth streamer onto her chest and tummy, then her tenth, then her eleventh. The twelfth was more of a trickle, a drizzling of off-white clumps and droplets halfheartedly spitting out at the hem of her sweater before the floodgates had finally closed, nothing more coinciding with Jenny's needy twitches and grunts. By the end of it, the randy babe looked like she'd slimed her sweater to her tits!

With a chuckled "Holy sh-hi-hit," Alice at long last pulled her fingers back out of Jenny, the Favoured, herself, panting right alongside Jenny as she drank in how much slop she'd poured. How much rich cock-snot did Jenny have stored up, for crying out loud? Anyone using this washroom, for the rest of the day, was gonna think they'd missed one hell of a gangbang! Alice stepped back and away from the other woman, legs shaking as she lightly fell back against the stall door, catching herself for balance. For a few moments, she simply surveyed her handiwork, looking at the state she'd left Jenny in, the state she'd left herself in. She'd...She'd really done all of this! Look at Jenny: blissed-out face, tongue practically lolling out, a couple cupfuls of stud-slime soaking into her sweater, cock still thrumming with her heartbeat, and it was all Alice's doing, done with her own two hands!

Heart pounding, adrenaline coursing her veins, Alice's face broke out into an enormous, shaky grin, triumphant and exhilarated. The girl barely noticed when the goddess' arms crept through the stall door, wrapping around her shoulders from behind in a light, congratulatory hug. Sharani didn't even need to say anything, Alice knew damn well how much she approved by the feeling of those firm nipples pressing into her back and that long, half-hard shape draped against the seat of her skirt. The goddess had savoured that show, that particular display of prowess.

Quietly panting to herself, looking so insensate you'd think she'd just had the wildest orgasm of her life - which she very well might have, considering the goddess' boon - Jenny just sat there with her head hanging back, still half-off the toilet seat as her leg finally came back down from the toilet paper dispenser, heel hitting the floor so hard it was a wonder it didn't simply snap off. With her underwear ruined, her skirt buttonless, and her sweater spunk-soaked from the throat down to the navel like she'd just gotten through sucking off a horse, Alice didn't have the first clue how Jenny'd be able to get herself out of the academy, let alone back home, with even a shadow of her dignity intact. She'd have about as much luck as a paper dog chasing an asbestos cat through Hell: fucking zero. But, that was her problem, now, wasn't it? You play, you pay.

At first, Alice tried fighting it, tried suppressing the laughter bubbling up in her breast, but the more she considered how she'd actually done it, how she was responsible for this - all of it - the more the giggling came, a reaction whose flame was fanned by the goddess' own entertained purring and chortling, just above and behind her. When Jenny finally recovered some of her senses, at least enough to lift her head and look at Alice in clear despondency over the giggling, Alice cut her mirth short, putting on a sharp little grinning smirk. Grabbing her own pair of panties, she stepped into them and pulled them up in a hurry, tucking her perma-stiff prick back inside the silky-soft material before hiding it all underneath her skirt. At least her secret was protected, right?

Then, looming over Jenny, she reached out until she could delicately hold her by her chin with just her finger and thumb, capturing her groggy attentions. Raising her eyebrows, smiling from ear to ear like the sweetest girl in the whole, wide world, she breathed a husky "Don't forget, Jenny - you owe me a date, after school! You know where I live, right? Shouldn't be too hard to figure out for a smart girl like you. Seven-thirty, sharp! I'll see you then!"

Jenny tried mumbling something incoherent, something that sounded vaguely like a question of some sort - maybe something about what she should wear? Alice didn't bother asking her to repeat herself for clarity's sake. Too excited in more ways than one, too thrilled at the rush she'd gotten, a potent enough afterglow to match Jenny's own, she simply turned, pulled open the stall door, and walked out, letting it quietly swing shut behind herself. Still breathing hard with excitement, Alice was nearly hyperventilating before she'd finally left the bathroom proper, walking out into the cool, empty hallway. Her legs wouldn't stop shaking, but in that moment, all she could think about was following through on her promised abandonment of her toy, leaving Jenny to handle her own, ahem, sticky situation.

The colder air washing across her face and body helped to calm her down, some, but it wasn't until she'd grabbed her purse from her locker and reached a nearby study area at the corner of a hallway, a lonely octagonal table flanked on all sides by built-in benches, that she finally had a chance to sit down and catch her breath. For a minute, she was still beside herself in euphoric glee, practically twitching, revelling in her absolute domination of a gorgeous, high-and-mighty girl she'd fancied from a distance, maybe even idolized, for months on end. Before Sharani, she never would've even had the confidence to say hi and introduce herself, to try for even friends. After what'd happened, it were like wishing you could get a passing grade to finally just get out of a class, only to find out you'd somehow gotten straight fucking A's, instead, and landed on the Honour Roll. She was on cloud nine!

...At least, for a little while. Once she'd gotten her breathing back under control and waited out the jitters and the lingering hard-on, once the haze of power and sexual liberation had started to pass, the more conscientious side to Alice resurfaced, coming up for air right alongside all of the guilt she had so skilfully been burying and avoiding up until that point. Her shoulders started to slump, the corners of her mouth started to droop, and more and more, a look of utter fatigue began to overwhelm her eyes, consuming her until she'd almost started looking like she even had dark circles under her eyes. She'd lost control, again. She'd played right into Sharani's game, hadn't she?

What had...What had she just done? She...How could she have said all of that, to Jenny? How could she have done all that? She'd wanted to check on her, sure, maybe even play a little, but then, the next thing she knew, she'd been going the whole nine yards with it. The way Jenny'd looked at her...Scared, horrified even, but...Too turned-on to really fight it, like an animal just so totally ruled by instinct that she couldn't do a thing to stop Alice.

And...Alice had made it all happen. All of it. Her thoughts, her words, her wants. Nobody else's. Certainly not Jenny's...Right?

And Sandra...What'd happened with her mother was just...Unforgivable. At least then, Sharani had been pressuring her, but with Jenny...Let's be fair, here, there had certainly been a lot less pressure, hadn't there?

Sharani observed with a cold, flat expression. She didn't approve of this...Sentimentality.

Dew started filling Alice's eyes just as she heard the goddess tsk-tsk-tsking her. The air suddenly felt tense, charged; Alice knew Sharani must've been directly behind her, looming over her seated form like a giantess, possibly even taking on a corporeal state in the process. "My dear, what're you doing," Sharani purred, something patronizing that almost sounded like sympathy running underneath her silky voice. "Are you truly feeling remorseful for toying with that girl? Why, pray tell: because she's the first you've played with, all on your own?"

Alice didn't respond beyond a quiet sniffle, eyes going off into the corners in Sharani's direction.

The goddess continued. "What's happened to all your enthusiasm, child? You certainly adored playing with her, in the moment...Does it still frighten you, the concept of waking these naughty little girls to their honest desires? Does it still concern you, the boon I provide? What could I possibly say to allay your fears, darling?"

Alice opened her mouth a crack to respond, eyes quickly shifting around at the emptied hallway before she actually spoke aloud and risked being overheard. "...You don't understand," she quietly rebuked, eventually finding her words. "I...I don't know what happened to me, I just...I gave in and lost control, and...I, I..."

Sharani gave a tiny titter, purring out "Yes...?"

With a little bite of her lip, throat tightening a little, Alice quietly confessed "I'm not normally like that. I hurt her, didn't I?...I pushed her into it! I...That's not me, I...It's just so...It's so insane, this..."

She lost her nerve, but the goddess finished her thought for her. "It's so incredible, the boon I provide. It's almighty, the power and freedom I provide. Isn't it?"

As Sharani reached over and delicately brushed Alice's hair aside, clearing the side of her neck, Alice's eyelids flickered a little, blinking a couple times in rapid succession. "...Yes," she softly admitted, trying to blink away her tears. "It's so amazing, being able to change someone...It's like a dream, a dream coming true. But, it's so horrible, too, changing them like that. It's permanent, isn't it? Or, can it be put back?"

Sharani sighed out an almost motherly "Ohh, child..." A moment passed, and when Alice felt the statuesque woman's big lips press into the side of her neck in a shudder-inducing kiss, she simply closed her eyes, mouth barely hanging ajar at the sensation. Holding her satiny hair clear of her neck, the goddess murmured by her ear "You're only hurting yourself with all these naive thoughts. Don't you realize that if Jenny truly hated what you were doing, she would've called out for aid from the little visitor you two had? You didn't force anyone into anything, you simply sweetened the pot so thoroughly she couldn't bear to say no. You'll see: she'll come to your home, tonight, and beg for more. In your heart of hearts, you know you've done the right thing."

Sharani grinned from ear to ear, a savage, jackal-like beaming. "You've woken her up, child. That's all. She made her choice, just like you made your's. You've unlocked her libido, melted the ice queen...You did wonderfully, I couldn't be more proud of you. Don't worry...The first is always the hardest. Once you lose your fear of the unknown and uncertain, once you trust in the power I provide, you'll know you can do whatever you want with whichever plaything catches your fancy."

Alice's eyes dropped, a single tear rolling from either eye before they'd started drying. Her lips shifted, uncertain.

The goddess kissed her Favoured, once more. "Leave these petty feelings of guilt and remorse behind you - they serve no purpose, they bear no merit. Would you really want to put things back the way they were, after all of this? How do you think Jenny would react? You've done nothing wrong, child. In fact, you've done something amazing, both for Jenny and for yourself. Haven't you always wanted a sex life, satisfaction and adventure at your very fingertips?...Have you ever considered that Jenny did, too?"

Alice's eyes widened a little, lifting back up until she were staring into the distance. She'd...Never considered that before, no...

"And now," Sharani purred, kissing Alice closer to her jaw, "you've both gotten a taste, but why stop there when an entire banquet stretches before you, the hall empty but for you and whomsoever you invite? Don't feel ashamed, pet, or allow melancholia to distract you from freedom. Think only of what you might do with Jenny, tonight, and who your next plaything might be. Think only of your next lover and whatever you might do to sculpt them into the most perverse toy imaginable, perfectly suited for your's and her own deepest, darkest, innermost fantasies and cravings. Didn't you have fun, with Jenny?..."

"...I did, I really did," Alice softly admitted, voice nearly cracking. She left her eyes closed, waiting for another kiss, imagining in her mind's eye the goddess' irresistible form, her beautiful visage. What if someone saw her, then...?

"Then fret not over the authority I've consecrated you with," Sharani cooed, "my boon is not a curse, but a blessing. It's pleasure, child, pure and simple. Your changes aren't for the worse, my dear, they're all for the better. You'll come to see, in time. Your fears stem from your prior life, the boundaries and constraints placed upon the prior Alice. You're no longer merely Alice Winterson, anymore...You're Alice, the Favoured to Sharani, First among Many. You walk with my grace, my power, so hold your head high, pet, and do as you will. Your temptations deserve to be made manifest."

Alice's phone vibrated, no doubt a concerned text from her friend Vanessa, but she never had a chance to check it. Alice felt Sharani's other hand come around to the far side of her jaw, delicately turning her face a little more towards the goddess and away from her purse. Alice, eyes half-closed, watched the world through a new haze of tears as the goddess kissed her cheek - this time, tears not from guilt, but from ecstasy. A tremble coursed her spine at the more intimate kiss, her panties started to feel tighter around her resurfacing lust, and in a little whisper, all Alice could do was breathe out "...Y...Yes..."

Sharani smiled from ear to ear, her fingers only slowly tracing towards Alice's chin before falling away. "I'm all you need, pet," Sharani benevolently asserted, a strangely earnest, tender tone in her voice. "I'm all you'll ever need, from now on. I'm your goddess, your confidante, your closest ally and supporter. You're my Favoured, my connection to this world, my reminder to all the peoples of all the lands that I haven't yet left them. Never forget that, child. You're doing well."

The goddess slowly vanished, then. Alice could feel it in the air, like a static charge dissipating or a perfume coming undone: she was alone, once again. She slowly pursed her lips a little, eyes drifting downwards in thought, once more. Butterflies still filling her stomach, a hand absentmindedly shifting to her lap for a squeeze at the firm shape underneath, she tried to do as Sharani had encouraged, putting what small guilt she felt out of her mind, halfheartedly castigating herself for it, an effort made all the easier by reminiscing on everything she'd just done with Jenny...Things that'd put a lingering taste in her mouth, no less, a tingle of pure Jenny Jiggles at the back of her throat, refusing to fade. Slowly, she started to smile, again.

She didn't yet know if she bought into everything Sharani said, but...Some of the things she said, sometimes they made more sense than Alice would want to admit aloud. She did have a date, tonight, didn't she?...She couldn't even remember the last time she'd had anything even approaching a date. Wouldn't her parents be surprised? God, she'd have to think of something to say, some kind of excuse to cover for it all. Plus, she'd have to consider what she'd actually do with Jenny, once she had her alone and all to herself...Or, what she might do to punish her, should miss Jiggling Jaworski get the bright idea of flaking out on her. Favoured or not, she couldn't say she liked the idea of being stood up.

Face steadily turning more and more pink, she adjusted her skirt just to be safe, rose from her seat, and started leaving the academy, mind steadily simmering with possibilities. Better Jenny than her mother, right? She just had to keep telling herself that: it was to protect her mother from the goddess' attention, nothing more. She'd try to have fun, sure...If only for the night. After that, maybe she could finally get around to filling Sandra in on everything that she'd discovered about the statuette Sharani'd come from.

Maybe...Maybe something could still be done? Maybe it wasn't too late to fix things, just yet? She was starting to lose hope, but...