Misty F Fiction

012 – Goddess by Proxy

This text is updated to some extent from the Tumblr version. If you have feedback about this story, send me an ask. This story is rated NSFW for Explicit Sex, Extreme Sexually-Focused Transformation, Huge Growth, Mental Corruption and Reality Corruption


As she went through her inbox, deleting mail after frustrating mail from several dating sites, Dr. Ami Shikami wondered how she ended up here. She wondered how six dates in a row could go so badly. Were her two Ph.D’s not worth at least one guy who could fucking carry a conversation about anything aside from “her rack” or “dat ass”? Did she really have nothing more to offer them than how she made fried rice or if the first date had a happy ending? Sure, she looked good, yes, she wanted a good, hard fucking, and yes, her heritage shined through, but she was a god damned professional not some college co-ed.

With the last email deleted, she felt utterly exhausted and collapsed into her arms. She was just about to let herself drift off, when there was a knock on her office door. Her next appointment had arrived. Putting aside her own personal crisis, she folded her laptop closed, rose from behind her desk, adjusted her tight, but professional dress, and crossed the room. The man who had said he was named Doug Schultz was standing in the doorway. She ushered him in and he stepped through from the waiting room.

“Thank you for finding time in your schedule for me, Dr. Shikami,” he offered his hand.

The therapist shook her prospective new client’s hand and offered him a seat. He sat on the sofa, she sat in her favorite velvet arm chair. Next to it was a table that held the CD player she used to help with inducing a trance state. She sat with her legs crossed, he sat with his hands on his splayed knees. As he glanced around at all the things she had in her office, she evaluated his physical appearance.

To her, Doug seemed over all in a decent place. His brown hair was neat and short. He wore tailored clothes which complemented his tall, slightly underweight build. His eyes were alert and shockingly blue, thought his expression did seem kind of haunted. She was honestly not sure what he was in her office for as he had not told her.

Normally, she saw people whose addictions to the physical pleasures of life had pushed them to the brink, both physically and mentally. The people who came to her for help were typically jittery from not sleeping or exhausted from constant stimulation. To have a relatively healthy looking person sitting here, with no context as to why he had even gotten in touch with her, had Ami at a loss. Still, she reminded herself, not every mental affliction showed physical symptoms and she had treated otherwise functional individuals before, this would just require some digging.

“So, what can I do for you, Doug? You were not very forthcoming over the phone.”

“I'm hoping you can help me. I was told by a friend that you helped her deal with certain...physical obsessions.” Surprisingly, a blush bloomed on his cheeks.

“That broadly describes every one of my clients, Doug. Could you be more specific?”

“She was obsessed with fitting ever larger things inside her.”

Ami remembered that client. Heather was what she had called herself. When she had come for a consult, she had already stretched both her vagina and anus to easily accommodate objects as thick as soda cans. She frequently used larger. Even at her office job, she normally had bulbous plug bigger than her fist slid inside of her.

As they talked her through her issues, it turned out her desire was not to stop, but to be bold enough to show her talents off. Heather wanted to be free of embarrassment. Ami helped her find that. Once in a while, she scheduled an appointment just to talk about her new life as a cam girl and romance writer and it was fascinating what just one phrase uttered under hypnosis could do.

“Ah? Are you saying you are obsessed with size, then, like she was? How does that manifest?”

“Maybe? I guess?” He hesitated and looked down. She shifted her legs, but waited with a patient smile. He took a deep breath and started talking again, never looking up from the floor.

“It’s more that I hate myself. I have always been very...small. It’s getting to the point where I’ve been laughed out of bed more times than I can count. So I don’t even date now, I just go home and read or watch porn about both men and women growing huge dicks, rubbing myself until I come all over my underwear. Then I take a shower and go to bed, only to wake up the next day feeling like shit that I wasted my evening.”

Ami crossed her arms and put a finger to her jaw line as she grappled with the sheer weight of the rushed revelation. The fact that he was displacing his desire to be more sexually masculine on either gender was fascinating and worth pursuing in later sessions.

While figuring out where to take the conversation, she absently considered what coming home to dick growth fantasies everyday would do to a person. As her thoughts lingered, she had a flash of her patient with impossibly large cock and an involuntary shudder rose up her spine. She really needed to get laid and soon. Being a sexual therapist who was not getting any herself was very distracting.

“I see. Well, I have certainly helped others with those feelings before. You know what it is I do?”

He nodded. “Hypno-therapy, right?”

“Correct. So you know I can't actually make you bigger. What were you hoping to get out of our sessions?”

“To feel comfortable with how I look,” he said before looking up. “Failing that, maybe find the courage to modify myself somehow. I’ve thought about buying a pump or going for a surgery consultation, but I chicken out before I commit.”

Her finger slipped down to point at Doug. “Both reasonable goals, but a bit diametrically opposed wouldn’t you say?”

“I guess. If I had to choose, I’d choose actually becoming larger.”

“Well, I can help you with that, or at least knowing how that feels.”

“Really?” He sat forward in the first real display of emotion. “What do I have to do?”

“Just sit back and listen to the sound of my voice. I’ll guide you down to the depths of your mind.”

Doug settled back into the sofa and closed his eyes. She turned on the CD player and the sound of violins filled the room. Their soft tempo blended with her voice as she talked him into the trace. Down. Down. Deeper. The cadence of her suggestions rose and fell with the violins until as she heard his breathing cycle slow to once every few bars.

“Doug, how are you feeling?”

“Relaxed.”

“Good. Now I was you to focus on your penis. Can you describe it for me?”

“It’s short, my foreskin droops off the end, even when I’m hard. When I have it in my hand, it feels like nothing is there. I usually just rub myself through my underwear like a girl.”

Again, her mind latched on to those words, playing out a quick fantasy where he rubbed his tiny dick until it grew to be massive. Where was this coming from? Was she really that desperately horny?

“I want you to think about being hard, feel the blood pumping into your penis.” She made an effort to not connect with the words she was speaking, but could almost feel his theoretically massive cock throbbing larger in her hands.

“Do you feel the blood pumping, Doug?” In her mind, she was on her back.

“I do. I feel warm.” His hands were caressing her calves as she spread herself wide.

“Great. Now, keep thinking about your penis.” Her hands were guiding him to her pussy.

“I want you to visualize six instead of four.” The head of his cock pushed against her.

“Think of four and add one, then add one again.” His massive bulk was slipping in.

“It’s simple right? Just add one twice.” The feeling of him stretching her was wonderful.

Her client said nothing, but she could have sworn the crotch of his tailored pants twitched. She shook it off, she obviously was letting her own bizarre fantasy sink into her awareness. She took a breath to center herself. Then another. She felt in control again.

“Are you happy with six?”

“No,” he said it so forcefully that she paused.

“Why not? Six is larger than four, is it not?”

“It’s still not enough.”

“Then think about six becoming seven, and seven becoming eight.”

This time she definitely noticed a swelling outline in his pants. Inexplicably, he was actually growing. She shifted again and was definitely still a little turned on.

“Doug, I want you to subtract two from eight.”

“But I want to keep adding.”

“You will subtract two.” Ami hated commanding her hypnotized patients without setting ground rules ahead of time, but sometimes a hard touch was needed. Doug’s subconscious complied and the shadow of his swollen member faded as he shrank slightly. This was insane. This was not happening. Still, perhaps this could solve both their problems.

“Doug, I am going to count back from five. When I have done so, you will begin to wake up.”

Slowly turning the violins down, she counted backwards and timed their silence with when she said one. Doug blinked couple times and then slumped forward. “Wow, that was intense. I actually feel bigger.”

“That’s because you are. I need to discuss something with you. Somehow, my hypnosis is affecting you physically.”

Unabashed, he rubbed against his leg and gasped. His eyes snapped up to hers. “Do more, I’ll pay you whatever you want if you keep doing what you are doing.”

“That’s why I woke you up, I wanted to ask if-”

“Look, doc, I don’t care if you monkeying around in my head means I end up your sex slave, though that wouldn't honestly be so bad, so long as it means that you make me huge.”

Ami felt another thrill travel up her spine. She had used hypnotism to dominate boyfriends in college, but had not done it recently. She had not felt safe enough to do so with one night stands. There was never enough time to undo her suggestions and leaving that programming behind could be dangerous. Now, however, the opportunity was right in front of her.

She rose from her chair and walked to her desk, very much on at this point. “I’ll need you to sign a release, typical stuff.”

“Anything.”

A few minutes later all the necessary forms had been filled out and Ami felt comfortable enough to proceed. Putting Doug back under, she reengaged with his subconsciousness.

“Well then, let us get started. First off, no matter what changes, I will remember everything that happens here.”

“So you can put me back, right?”

“Something like that. Now Doug, we’re doing something dangerous, so I need you to follow all of my commands without question.”

“I understand, I will obey.”

“I am going to test that.”

“I understand.”

“Please bark for me.”

He barked right away and she resisted the urge to clap.

“Get down on all fours and chase your tail.”

Doug slid off the sofa to his knees on the carpet. He bent over to rest some of his weight on his palms. His arms shook from the unfamiliar exertion, but he crawled in a circle until Ami told him to stop.

“Good. Get back up on the couch and lay down. Now, I want you to visualize your penis, feel it getting hard as blood flows in. I want you keep doing that but once more think about the number six.”

“I am thinking about six and my dick.”

“Great, I want you to count to ten and then stop.” He began to count and her gaze riveted to his crotch.

“Seven. Eight.” His tight pants were getting tighter once more.

“Nine. Ten.” She could see the ridge of his glans through the fabric of his pants.

So it really was true. His body was responding to her suggestions. Or were they commands at this point? He had been so willing and his subconscious seemed equally compliant. Even her most willing boyfriends had resisted a little bit under hypnosis. Exactly how far could she sculpt him?

“Good, Doug. Now I want you to take off your pants.”

He undid the button and slipped them off, kicking them over the arm of the sofa. He was wearing a pair of briefs that were already straining to contain his new, longer erection.

“Excellent. Now, focus on your balls. Put your hands on them. Feel them rubbing against your thighs. Think of how walnuts feel in your hands and feel your balls swelling to match that size. Then think of plums, think of their weight, their heft. Feel those things in your hands as your balls swell larger against your fingers.”

The already strained fabric of his briefs meant his that growth was plainly apparent as his balls began to grow in his cupped hands. As they pulsed larger, towards the plum sized, the stretchy fabric was pushed ever further until his waistband was being pulled down. His pelvis was a jungle of dark, curly hair and that gave her an idea.

“Doug, you trim your pubic hair regularly, keeping it neat and groomed.”

“That I do.”

Before her eyes, the tangle of hair faded to below the waistband. Thinking about how she had phrased her suggestion, had she just made a change to his past?

“You normally wear boxers.”

Before he had even acknowledged her suggestion, he was wearing plaid boxers. Freed from constraint, his dick sprang into view through the flap. Even though he was erect, his foreskin had only drawn back a couple of inches, drawing her focus to the bright red skin of his glans. She noticed that while longer, he was not actually all that thick. That certainly would not do.

“I want you to put your hand around your penis, Doug.”

He did so.

“I want you to open your hand, slowly. Stop when I tell you.”

As he released his grip, his shaft surged to keep up with his fingers. Ami watched as his thumb slipped past his fingers until there was a quarter inch gap. Then a half.

“Okay, Doug, stop for now.” He was suitably endowed now, but his exemplary manhood seemed at odds with his over all build.

“I want you to think about your body, Doug. Think about your arms, your shoulders, your chest. Think about your tummy, your butt, and your legs. Lock them into your mind, what number do you see?”

“One. I see a one.”

“Add one to that one.”

All over, his body bulked up just a little bit.

“Count to five for me, visualizing each larger number washing over you.”

“Three.” His upper body began to strain against his shirt. Her legs gained definition they lacked before.

“Four.” His sleeves were tearing all over, the buttons of his shirt were popping off with each breath. His boxers started to seem as tight as his briefs had been.

“Five.” The man lying on her couch now could probably have passed for an amateur athlete. His muscles were not bulky or well defined, but did cause his skin to contour in a way that said he took care of himself. Honestly, the man in her office was now a completely different person than the one who had walked through her door not but an hour ago. She wondered why she had not just changed his past to make him this way. Well, why not craft him a new life and marry it to his new body?

“I was wondering, Doug, is there another name you would want to be called?”

“I’ve always been partial to Sven. It’s such a manly name.”

“Then when I finish speaking, you will have always been Sven.”

“Understood.”

“I want you to bring me your wallet, Sven.”

He got up woodenly, as if he was not used to his body. Considering he had been so radically altered, that made sense. He dug into each of his pockets and eventually found his wallet and handed it to her. He remained standing, awaiting a new suggestion.

Ami opened it and, sure enough, his license said Sven Schultz.

“How much do you like exercising, Sven?”

“Not much, though I wish I did.”

“If you could be good at any sport, what would it be?” Really that was what she asked? Was this turning into some bizarre date?

“I’d love to be good at biking. There’s just something so free seeming about being able to just get on a bicycle and go for ride in the mountains.”

“Well, Sven, your wish is about to come true.” She looked down at his ID, the picture was still of the man who had entered her office, the man who had ceased to be. “When I finish speaking, you will have grown up a cycling hobbyist. Your body as it is now will be the result of a lifetime of on and off training.”

As her suggestive command took hold, his ID changed. His weight increased and the photo morphed to match. The man in the picture now did not have the same haunted look.

“Are you pleased with how you are now, Sven?”

“Yes and no, I could be happy looking like this, but I want to be so much more.”

“More, huh? You want to cross into the realms of absurdity? You want to become a sexual fantasy.”

“Yes, that is what I desire. Please, don’t make me beg any more than this.”

Something about the situation pulled at Ami. She was usually in a position of power in her office, but this was something entirely different. In a most unusual way, the life of this client was in her hands. He was clay to her, she could make him into anything. He could be the ideal man she only dreamed of.

If she could have an ideal partner, what would they be like? All things considered, she just wanted a guy with a huge cock who thought with something else once in a while. Her mind flipped through her cases, looking for traits she had found arousing and evaluating them. Slowly a plan came together, as if pieces of her life had been jumbled with her years of clients and cases and dropped into place in a new configuration.

“Sven, if this is truly what you want, I want you to call me Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He knelt next to her chair and she had to admit, his shredded shirt made him look suitably masculine. She raised her hand and he grasped her fingers to kiss the back of her wrist. There was no going back now. He was hers and nothing she could dare would be forbidden. What was that line? How much could she change? Could she change herself in context?

“I want to try something. The next set of commands will be undone with the safeword, Lovebirds.”

“I understand, Mistress.”

“When I finish speaking, you and I will have been dating for six months now. Things are going well.” She paused considering her next statements. If they were truths to him, would they change her? Who was the one actually causing these changes?

“Further, I will be better friends with Heather, who is now a mutual friend between us. By time we are introduced I have spent considerable time stretching both my pussy and asshole under her guidance, training myself to be able to...to...”

Just say it dammit! Commit to letting yourself go, just a little, just for a moment.

“Training myself to be able to handle the insanely large dicks I want to fuck! We started having sex on the third date. On top of loving how you fill me, you enjoy eating me out so I take great pains to make sure my ass is safe for oral.”

Ami was still for a moment, surprised she had gone that far with her test. Was she hitting on some deep fantasy of hers? She was not sure what to expect, but the sensation of her time line changing was oddly sensual. Memories she knew were new came into being one after another, existing paradoxically with the dating hell that had been her last six months. She remembered meeting Sven at the park as he biked past. Their first date was set up by mutual friend, Heather. Her mind lingered on the first time she went down on him, how it felt to have his larger than average dick in her mouth. The memories of the first time she dominated him had her gasping, as she was slammed with the twin sensations of making him eat her out while fisting her ass.

That brought on the physical changes, as if feeling them made them her reality. A pressure welled up inside her, like a pair of phantom dildos growing ever larger as years of training imprinted themselves on her. Like she was made of taffy, she felt both her ass and pussy widening until she was sure she could comfortably fuck herself with a cucumber. It was not like she just had a pair of big holes either, muscles she never even though of using pulsed and swelled as years of training had built her body into one devoted to over-sized stimulation.

While she had half expected the physical changes, she did not anticipate the new desires that welled up inside her. Her mind outside this space and time was filled with how much she loved big dicks, impossibly big even, and how she loved being filled with cum until her body sloshed. Were it not for her suggestion that she would remember things as they were before, she probably would have been washed away by the urges she felt seeping into her psyche. Even now, the feelings were pressing in around her. She squirmed as she thought about mounting Sven right then and there. It would only take one phrase to make him the biggest she had ever felt.

“Addition to those suggestions,” she said through gritted teeth. “I am not a sex addict. I have a healthy relationship with my kinks.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

The unforeseen need to fuck that came with her new body lessened to a buzz in her arousal. While she kind of missed the intensity, she was not a fan of how the changes to herself had affected her. As she panted to get her breath, more and more memories slid past her protected mind. She watched an alternate version of herself become a sex addict who pursued psychology as a means to fix herself. She was moderately successful, but situations like this made her slip back into her old habits. That was not what she wanted.

Looking at how to best shape her desire, she tried to figure out the best phrasing. If she could be her own dream self, what would that look like?

“I am pleased with you Sven, it would seem that whatever is happening to you as I command you affects your reality.”

“Does this mean I have changed you to match your suggestions?”

“Yes, so first I want to undo Lovebirds.” In a rush she was back to normal, though the feeling of being that other version of herself lingered.

“Tell me, Sven, did you know when you came today that you could alter reality?”

“Do you think I would have come to a therapist if I did?”

“What will you do now, knowing this power lives within you?”

“I want to stay, with you. You unlocked this part of me, Mistress, I wouldn’t know how to control it without you.”

“If that’s the case, I have some things to ask of you.”

“I understand Mistress, please tell me.”

“Do you remember the changes from earlier?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you like that reality?”

“So long as you command me to grow, I could.”

“Then I will make the adjustments to my suggestions from before, once I say the safeword everything will apply and then you will wake up. For you that will be your new reality.”

“I look forward to it, Mistress.”

“First, your own body. It belongs to me or those whom I share you with. Do you understand, my pet?”

“I do, Mistress.”

“You can not orgasm, until your partner does. Instead, you will swell larger. Your cock with grow longer and thicker. Your balls will grow until they don’t fit between your legs. You’ll leak pre-cum as your prostate creates so much that it overflows your body. Contact with that fluid both heightens sensitivity and elasticity for both you and your partner, forcing you to orgasm more and more often as you swell ever larger. As frustrating as this is, you will love it.”

“That sounds wonderful, Mistress. Thank you.”

“I have more. When you finally do get release, you’ll fill your partner with an impossibly large amount of spunk. Their bodies will stretch to accommodate. Even after that orgasm, you will not go soft until everyone is satisfied. Your partners with slowly absorb all that fluid, which will cause their bodies to manifest changes based on either their deepest held desire or your wishes for them, depending on which is stronger. Eventually, you and your partners will return to how you were when you started.”

“Putting my powers to work, Mistress? How thoughtful.”

“In exchange, you will make it so I have always been a dominatrix as part of my therapy practice. In fact, being a professional domme is what put me through both college and grad school. It allowed me to temper my hungers for being filled and focus them. You are my first real relationship since leaving my residency and we have been together as slave and master for nearly two years. We work together, my hypnosis and your reality powers, to help clients find sexual enlightenment.”

“Do those terms sound acceptable, Sven, my love?”

“They do.”

“Lovebirds.”

Again the sensual feeling of her body and memories changing gripped her. This time however, a entire new life crashed over her like a tide. The once conservative office morphed and changed to a room that would best be described as a pleasure dungeon. Her tight, but professional dress was replaced by a even tighter corset of red velvet and black lace, a hip hugging short skirt, and thigh length black leather boots with three inch heels. Tights held up by red garters peeked out of the gap between boot and skirt. Her long dark hair was now up in a tight bun held in place by lacquered chopsticks with dangling beads.

Her armchair remained unchanged, but her sofa was now a bed with straps and Sven was held in place. She rose and climbed onto the table to settle right on his face, her legs on either side of his head tucked under his shoulders. Under her skirt, her stretched and swollen pussy was bare to the world. Eagerly, he lapped at her folds, even as his dick began its it journey to massive size. In a moment he was already hard, just peeking out of his foreskin, and leaking pre. She bent to lick it and felt a thrill run down her spine at the taste.

From just that touch he pulsed larger and she shuddered again. She licked up the increasing flow and held it her mouth. There was a tingle as the effect continually sank in. In that moment of exposure, the feeling of just her tongue against the roof of her mouth was now the most pleasurable thing she had ever felt.

She wrapped her hands around his shaft, the half inch gap had widened to three-quarters and from how much remained he had to be twelve inches long now. Still holding that reality bending fluid in her mouth, she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock. More of the pre saturated her lips, setting off even more intense tingles. She almost could not push past the level of sensation, but a twitching thrust forced him into her mouth.

Ami came right there, allowing Sven to do the same. Shot after shot of thick, salty-sweet fluid filled her mouth and coated her throat. She swallowed more of him to force the flow deeper inside, her hands moving down to caress his peach-sized balls as if she could coax even more from them. The feeling of her stomach distending from the sheer volume of spunk, pushing against her tight corset, was surprisingly pleasurable and she found herself on the edge once more even before he had finished.

Letting go of his massive dong, she sat back and unclasped her corset. He was still eating her out, keeping her arousal at the very edge. Her fingers stroked her swollen tummy, relishing the feeling of being so full. Even as she did, the secondary affect of his orgasm was already taking effect. She did not really have any further changes in mind for her body, but her stomach shrank in stages all the same. Each clenching pulse caused her to feel a full body tingle. Her knees slid forward as her feet moved back and there was slowly more and more space between his face and her pussy. She was growing taller! Apparently Sven wanted her to be more imposing.

Desperate to feel him growing inside her, she slid down his chest and pushed him inside of her. She was rewarded with the feeling of him pulsing a bit larger. Leaning back, she slowly slid up and down his shaft. Each cycle took a little longer, pushing her to speed up. Her pussy was on fire from the increases to her sensitivity, but something about the pressure his expanding dick kept her just on the edge.

The spongy flesh of his head brushed against her cervix. Pressed against it softly. Pushed more persistently. Finally, it slipped through the muscles to penetrate her womb. Again, they came as one. This time his pulsing releases were almost constant in a flow that rapidly filled her until she looked pregnant and showed no signs of stopping. Her stomach ballooned over her half her thighs before she felt him stop twitching inside of her.

Just as fast as she had been filled, she began to absorb the fluid in tingling waves. Again she could feel her frame lengthening and thickening. Once just over five feet tall, she was now pushing six and was starting to look like an amateur athlete herself. As she began to ride him again, a new jiggling weight on her chest revealed her perky tits had gained a little heft to keep them relatively the same size. His thickness was starting to push her limits, his shaft pushing against her thighs from inside.

“I want you to take me from behind, love. Shove that wonderful dick inside my ass and fill me again.”

She leaned forward as Sven slipped out from under her. As he pulled out, it felt like his cock went on forever until it finally dropped to swing between her legs. His hands gripped her ass, spreading her open. She bit her fingers at the feeling of her gaping hole being stretched open for the first time. The weight of his cock against her anus was almost intoxicating. He had to be as thick as her arm, his head alone felt like the it had to be size of a clenched fist.

Even with her body altered for large insertions, his dick was bigger. He rubbed his pre all over her butt, making her gasp with increasing frequency as her nerves went into overdrive. After a couple seconds, he spread her anus again. It was just large enough to fit around his head. Held in place, he grabbed her hips. Knowing what was coming made her lick her lips. She exhaled. He thrust against her at the same time as pulling her back. He entered her steadily, one inch at a time. He probably would have slid to the hilt in short order if he was not also swelling larger with each second. Fortunately he was producing pre at the same rate, making her butt ever more elastic.

Finally, after a full minute of agonizingly slow penetration, his balls bushed against the back of her legs. They settled into the crook of her knees. Amazingly they were still swelling, their weight growing ever more present on her calves. Sven pulled back quicker and thrust back right away, shoving Ami over the edge again and finding release himself.

This time, his release was like being hit by an ocean wave. Gallons had to be flowing into her as her tummy swelled out for a third time. The rising dome pushed her up off the table. The curved flesh began to envelop the edge of the bed. Ami focused on how she wanted to change, fixing the image of her ideal body in her mind. Only, the flow from Sven was not stopping.

Her stomach pushed her arms and legs out until she was only supported by her bloated belly and Sven’s impossibly large dick. The pressure kept her pushed over the edge, her body spasming with rolling orgasms.

Sven lifted her off the bed with his cock and put her down on the floor as she continued to expand with his cum. At this point, she was starting to absorb it even as more filled her. With steady pulses, her tits were pumped larger. At the same time, dense muscles grew in to support her new build. She felt her frame push towards seven feet and still her belly was full of cum. Definitely an adjustment that needed to be made to the programming. She pulled away from Sven, letting his cum spill over her instead for nearly another minute while her body finished absorbing.

“I’m satisfied for now, love,” she said as she got to her feet. She towered over him now, his dick the only thing in the same size category. It was starting to go soft, but would probably still touch the floor before it began to return to normal.

“Though I have something I want to do later. I have some friends I would like you to meet.”

“I await with bated breath, Mistress.”

(Continued in #16 - Goddess by Choice)

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