Misty F Fiction

016 – Goddess by Choice

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 Growth, Extreme Sexually-Focused Transformation and Intimate Nudity


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The last few hours of her life had been transformational for Dr. Ami Shikami, in every way imaginable. She could never have known her newest client would be able to bend reality to his will or that he would be so willing to be controlled. She had never dared to face how much she enjoyed completely dominating a person before but having someone so willing to sate her desires made it trivial. It also did not occur to her that, once she crossed that line, they would keep having sex for an entire day as their realities became ever more shaped by their rising lust. Each time she had tried to reset their shared reality, to fix the errors in her suggestions that led to overwhelming climaxes, they ended up pushing the limits of their bodies in totally different ways.

This time, the fifth time, she found herself fulfilling what was likely one of Sven’s fantasies. No sooner had she said the command word Lovebirds, returning them to her suggestion crafted reality, that her clit had blossomed into a penis. In an instant, it was thicker than her wrist and hung to past her knee. Memories of always being this way unfolded in her mind, clashing against the true reality, but it was hard to deny how real her dick was at that moment. The weight of it as it pulled against her hips while rising, the rush of blood beneath her skin as it got hard, the scope of sensations as it pushed her dress up he began to worship her were all so very intoxicating. After so many other climaxes, maintaining her focus in the face of such pleasure and stimulation was growing exhausting. The effort to keep her base consciousness stable, ensuring a way to return to normal, was taxing in a way she had never anticipated.

Ami could feel herself sinking into the moment, her grasp on the real world slipping as she stripped down and let the transformation cascade over her body. With each expanding throb of her cock, her frame was lengthening and becoming more boyish. Her boobs shrank, her ass lifted, and her hair flickered into an undercut that hung over one eye. Even so, her hips flared wider and her pussy mound grew more pronounced, her mons swelling around the base of her cock and her labia inflating until they looked like fat lips. A lifetime collection of piercings emerged with hundreds of pinpricks along the edges of her ears as well as in her septum, tongue, lips, nipples, labia, and even her burgeoning fuck stick. Many of them seemed to contain tiny motors, the vibrations raising her lust with an intensity that was surprising. All the while, muscles from head to toe twitched and stretched and braided and bulged, sculpting her into an extreme example of athleticism.

Their new reality had been in effect for mere moments, but somehow the edge was already so close. They were on the floor. He was on his back, under her. His own transformation had pushed him to the limits of masculinity, making him a broad-shouldered slab of swollen muscles on top of even more muscles. She had his penis pinned to his chest to admire it. The once meager organ had been transmuted into a bestial column of vessels, flesh, and nerves. It was so vast, that he could barely get his thickly built arms around the shaft and the flared head twitched against his face.

Her cock, now measuring at least a foot and a half in length, was somehow drooling preparatory fluids. She did not question it. Instead, she let her body drive. Eager to try out her new pet's ass, she slid back and lifted his legs to either side. He gripped her swollen biceps with his meaty calves as she eagerly rubbed her deep red head against his asshole, lubing his entrance so that he could satisfy her. The feeling of her cockhead swirling around his puffy, twitching asshole was astounding. The pleasure was very near to a religious experience.

Before she knew it, she pounding his ass, sliding in and out like a well-oiled piston. Her impossible dick continued to inflate with each thrust, spreading him further, sinking in deeper. All the while, her Jacob’s Ladder piercings adapted, the bars piercing her thick raphe growing both thicker and more numerous. He spasmed around her with increasing frequency as the metal orbs popped in and out of his body, hinting that his anus was magically shifting and stretching to accept her fattening, augmented cock. Moaning her name, he came all over himself after only a few minutes. Desperate for even more stimulation, sure that she too could find that release if she just fucked harder, she hitched his calves over her shoulders. To keep him hard and eager, she squeezed the base of his own equally over-sized dick with both hands. Her fingertips did not touch, but she had enough leverage to use it as a handle. She pushed and pulled on him while he eagerly lapped at the cum still pouring over his face.

After all the transformations, all the growth, the rush of plowing her pet without restraint was mind-numbing. She was having trouble resisting the overwhelming lust for greater power that was seeping into her consciousness. The therapist turned towering altersex demi-goddess could feel her body expanding more, her very being becoming more saturated with energy as if she somehow was siphoning off her pet’s reality-bending powers each time she bottomed out within him. Electricity crackled over her sweat-slick skin as more and more muscle fiber knit into being. Her grip on his cock shifted and soon one hand alone was enough to grip his mighty shaft and she began to fondle his balls with her free hand. As she did, a mound formed at the base of her massive cock. The firm mass swelled against her thighs until it became apparent that she now had her own massive sperm banks. They were each as big as her fists, which meant they were probably bigger than his head. Other twitches and twinges within hinted at internal changes, changes necessary for her to fill her pet with the hot, sticky seed he craved. More bar piercings emerged down the front of her sack, each end was capped with shuddering, tiny engines. The pairs of vibrating balls caressed her churning testes, coaxing them to pump more and more into her first load.

The power coursing through her felt wonderful! It felt right to be the one in control. The one doing the fucking. After all the shit she had put up with, it was high time she happened to life instead of the other way around.

A particularly deep thrust caused the soft skin of her sack to brush her swollen, vibration tortured labia. Her knees went weak. Her impressive sack squeezed up, almost slipping into her spasming pussy. Her pelvis, vagina, and dick throbbed with need. The first burst, the feeling of her seed spurting into her super-powered fuck toy, was pure bliss. As she continued to come inside him, the temptation to let this be their reality crashed against her mind like the tide. Instead of recoiling, she pushed herself to think of greater limits. The body-wide throbbing intensified as everything about her grew larger and larger. She felt the ceiling against her shoulders, the walls against her knees. He was like an over-sized doll in her grasp now, more a man-shaped onahole than a person. The words to make her an actual goddess hovered on her lips. Ami need only speak them and this would be hers forever...

In a panic, she said the safe word instead. In doing so, the layers of the suggestions she had whispered into Sven's mind began to peel back until they were once again in her plain, boring office and not an exquisite pleasure dungeon.

He was back to being just a hunk with an impressive endowment instead of overwhelming masculinity personified. She had shrunk from the room-filling altersex superwoman back to being the curvy woman of moderate height she had fought so hard to remember. The memories of another two-year relationship and a lifetime much more exciting lingered as a dream alongside four others.

Once more, she tried to let Sven wake up. Tried to release him from her domination.

The moment he rose out of her trance, she could feel his mind grabbing at hers, trying to force her to dominate him into unconsciousness for the sixth time. “I don’t want to be free, Mistress. I’m a danger to you and everyone else.”

As before, she was worried about what would happen if his panicked mind was unleashed. However, his being hypnotized for life was not the answer. Her office began to distort around him as she put up a surprising amount of resistance. Just how much had her base reality changed with that last iteration? Was that feeling of draining him of his powers real?

Glowing cracks began to etch themselves into the air between them and she relented. She felt herself hypnotizing him again, her voice killing his consciousness. The distortions to reality faded away. Unlike last time, she shook off his grip on her mind before he had a chance to have her make alterations to the Lovebirds suggestions.

“We can not keep doing this, Sven. My mind can’t take another round of lust-fueled transformations.”

“I trust you’ll find a solution eventually, Mistress. I believe you’re strong enough to survive until then.”

“This is the sixth time we’ve reset. If I haven’t managed to stabilize you yet, a simple safe word program is not going to cut it.”

“So make changes try again. You’re getting stronger, Mistress, I couldn’t pull us back into the fantasy this time.”

“That’s what worries me, though. How can I be gaining powers? How much of those changes in the last version of us weren’t from you, but from me?”

“I mean, what’s the worry? You’re strong, my lady, you can handle these abilities. Not like me who is pitiful.”

She decided to let it drop. If she was being drip fed his talents, so be it. Besides, if he wanted to, Sven could probably force her to take his all of power. A thought which was both terrifying and arousing.

“You’re worried about being a danger when aware, right?”

“Yes.”

With his ability to bend reality, she could dominate anyone at any time.

“Even though the 'you' from that reality has been using their power for two years?”

It would be so easy.

“Under your direct supervision. I am your tool as much as your partner. I cannot be trusted alone.”

Why not see what happens? Why not shoulder the burden of being able to re-weave fate?

“Fair point. Well, let's try this. The following suggestions are tied to the words 'Goddess Rising'. When I say them next, the suggestions will take effect and you will wake up. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“When our eyes meet, all of your power will transfer to me. It will be completely mine.”

“I understand.”

Ami swallowed. Who knew what would happen. “Goddess Rising.”

His eyes opened. His vision unclouded. When their gazes met, she was rocked by a feeling of pressure both from within and from outside her body. The fragments already within pulled at the rest, streaming an awareness far more vast than her own through her eyes into her head. She could feel herself drowning in the possibilities that spread out before her. No wonder Sven wanted to remain dominated by her.

Her eyes aglow, the divergent possibilities collapsed into one weave. The tight dress began to feel tighter as the memories of her other bodies began to manifest. Almost at once she was growing taller and thicker, shredding her dress and undergarments. She grit her teeth and forced herself to focus on her new normal, the normal of Lovebirds, but her mental image kept flickering, changing to blend all the half-remembered lifetimes. Her dark hair grew streaks of purple, pink, and blue. Her straight locks lengthened as she grew, the tips brushing her hips even as she grew past seven feet. A few of the piercings returned, studding her ears and tongue, framing her thickening nipples. Ornate tattoos traced down her arms, etching glowing runes into her skin.

Her clit twitched, then swelled to rival the massive, fat cock from before. Balls once more dropped down, engorging with semen against her thighs to be of comparable size to their predecessors. Veins squirmed over both, crawling under her skin as they pumped with blood and lust. Her small breasts expanded past her ribs and her navel before swelling past hips that were already twice as wide as her shoulders. From her toes on up, muscle and fat fought for dominance until she was vibrating with power beneath impossible, hourglass curves and a thickly-muscled core.

She put out her hand over his body. Four feet of air separated them, but his cock instantly filled the distance. Thick, pulsing veins wrapped around every inch, the blood flow darkening his skin until the impossibly broad, horsecock head was a deep purple and shined from how taut his skin was. The still growing woman lifted a thick leg over his body, her back to him. In one motion she impaled herself on the fuck stick of her pet. His head punched through her cervix and stretched her womb until her entire body was tight around him. Tight enough that she could see his veins pulsing through her skin. In that instant, she turned the intense pain to pleasure beyond words and let out a satisfied sigh. The newly birthed sex goddess began to aggressively grind against her acolyte while kneading the soft skin of her own penis between her pendulous breasts. The couch snapped and collapsed under their weight, but that only served to plunge him deeper into the impossible void of pleasure within her.

Vaginal orgasms one after another eroded her awareness of anything but the feeling of the pair being nearly one body. She could feel herself growing back towards that huge room-filling body, her muscles expanding against each other and forcing her frame ever larger to accommodate them. Once more, her shoulders pressed against the ceiling. Ami could not actually reach the drooling head of her cock anymore, it was so long that even rock hard its weight kept it flat on the floor. Her shaft had to be as big around as she was—and it was still throbbing larger! Her feminine, clenching orgasms built towards a crescendo of masculine release. Any moment now she would cum and flood the office, soaking them in spunk engineered to force even greater transformations. They would be sexual gods, bursting out of her office like hatching from an egg. She would rule over the world with a diamond-hard cock. Everything would be hers to fuck and shape as she saw fit.

“G-g-goddess…” she gasped, trying desperately to fight her own desires and undo the changes to reality. “Goddess Rising!”

In a flash, they were back to normal once again. He was under hypnosis on the couch. She was sitting in her armchair, gasping for breath after the sheer level of sensation. The acute awareness of her body did not dissipate however, she was still keenly aware of every inch. It was as if she was still holding on to considerably more of his power than a couple fragments.

“Okay, obviously me having all of your powers is not going to work either.”

“It was really good though, Mistress!”

“You say that because it was the largest your cock has been, my pet size queen.” Ami paused, considering options. “Well, we’ve tried restraining you as well as taking your powers away. What else is there?”

“I...I...I don’t know. Couldn’t you just make me forget that I have power when I’m aware?”

“I’m pretty sure that won’t work. It would be like kinking a fire hose. Eventually, your powers would force themselves back into your awareness, likely to explosive effect.”

“If that’s the case, please, Mistress, just never wake me up. Let me stay your thrall forever.”

“That really isn’t an answer. As much as you don’t want to be aware of your powers, I don’t think I could keep myself sane with ready access to everything you can do. Even now I’m fighting the urge to say the words that will put us back to where we just were.”

“What if we weren’t the only ones, Mistress? What if, instead of just you trying to keep me reigned in, you had help?”

“Are you suggesting in enthrall more people to augment my awareness? I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that.”

“Well, what if I could read your mind? Suggest that we share thoughts, Mistress, suggest I obey even when I’m aware. I would feel better if you were in my head with me, controlling me, using me.”

“But I don’t want to use you! Sven, listen to me. Even if I’m calling the shots with my suggestions, I want you to be my partner. Being solely responsible for all your power is impossible, I can’t do this without you.”

Sven was silent for a moment. “Why not do both then?”

“What?”

“Why not see what happens if my power is controlled by multiple people’s thoughts? I’m sure you can find willing participants who want to change themselves, Mistress.”

It was hard to argue with that point, but there would need to be some changes to her previous suggestions. She dictated a couple quick alterations to Lovebirds. Mostly to separate the changes to his body from the skeleton of a relationship between them she had sculpted.

The changes to her own body, alterations to both handle and crave over-sized stimulation, were inextricably linked to the life she had crafted for them and she did not feel like rebuilding all of that. It did not help that she was already feeling withdrawals from losing her divine form. If anything, after her brush with being a sex goddess, she wanted to push her body’s limits even further.

“I’ve always been a telepath,” she said, starting her adjustments. “It made growing up difficult and is likely why I have so many fetishes as being in sexual contact with a person lets me see into the deepest part of their mind. I became a therapist both to sort myself out and because being able to read minds means that I can always ask the questions people need to hear. Being a domme came naturally because I can push people’s buttons. Those two factors made me into one of the best sex therapists on the west coast.”

“I like where this is going.”

“My telepathy is what makes my hypnotism so potent. I can put suggestions directly into people’s minds just looking by at them. Since I started dating my sub, Sven, there have been times where my suggestions have caused physical changes to my patients. He tells me this is because he can warp reality and soon I will be able to as well.”

“Which is exactly what I want.”

Ami tried not to think about the implication that everything she was doing was part of some plan of his. Was even showing up at her office as Doug, claiming to be lost, all a ploy to get her to hypnotize him and give him an avenue to give up his powers. She wanted to be outraged and yet, she was slowly being gifted near omnipotence. Putting that aside, for now, she linked Sven’s changes to a new word, Gobstopper.

“Because you’ll be everlasting,” she said with a laugh. “Most things from the other programming will remain the same as before, my pet. You’ll grow and swell whenever you would find release until all of your partners are satisfied.”

“That’s my favorite part.”

“Though, let’s lessen the sensitivity-increasing effect of your pre-cum. That is, I think, the culprit to the snowballing changes, I can’t prevent myself from cumming, which allows you to cum, which changes me and so on.”

“That seems fair.”

“In exchange, your pre-cum will cause small alterations to your partner, usually pushing their body towards fulfilling their deepest held carnal desires. The longer you are hard, the more spunk your prostate will create until it’s a steady stream of transformational lubricant.”

“Sounds heavenly.”

“Your actual release will still drive changes, but only slightly more than your initial fluids. It will remain an impossible volume, an amount even greater than the sum of missed orgasms, that magically doesn’t cause your partner to burst.”

“Which is an amazing feeling.”

“So, just how much do you want to be aware of, talent-wise,” she asked, “And how much do you want me and the others to be responsible for?”

“Only knowing that I grow and never orgasm until all of my partners are satisfied is exciting. That I have a near-constant flow of pre-cum which changes people into the darkest sexual fantasies is just a bonus to my growth.” He paused. “See, I don’t think you understand, Mistress. Giving myself over to you lets me be the biggest and I want to get so, so big. That’s what keeps us looping back to absurdity. I would like nothing more than to be bigger than I was just now. In fact, while I’m sure it’s impossible, I want my cock to be bigger than me.”

“It probably is impossible, but I think having a goal is a good place to start.” She made suggestions that would allow for such a possibility, eventually.

“Are you ready?”

“Always.”

She uttered the pair of command words to return them to their fantasy lives. The world around them blurred.

-2-

They were at their apartment, in the loft where all their sex toys were. He was naked and tied to a chair, each of his limbs bound to a leg. She stood over him in a crotchless black vinyl one piece with matching long boots and gloves. The bridge of her knee-high boot rested on his flaccid, nine-inch length as it twitched to life. Satisfied, Ami released his hypnosis, letting him wake up in the newly revised Lovebirds reality as Gobstopper began to take effect.

“Mistress, what’s going on?” She heard it in her head at the same time.

“We’re going to play a game, my love. You’re going to think of two people and they’re going to come over and help me get you as big as we can manage.”

“That is the best idea you’ve ever had, Mistress” He picked right away, making the choices she mentally suggested.

The first was Heather, her client turned mutual friend thanks to the Lovebird programming. It was she who had referred Sven to Ami in the base reality and for that, she would be rewarded in this one. In the alterations to reality, the trio had gone to college together and Heather was the reason Ami had gotten into sex therapy in the first place.

The supreme size queen was also the reason the sex therapist could easily shove two cucumbers into either hole—no, wait, it had been one before, however, the sensual feeling of her body shifting to match that new reality convinced Ami to leave things are they were. She shook off the urge to simply create two toys that were just a little bigger than her holes and went about calling Heather.

As the phone rang, memories of them being a threesome on a regular basis bubbled up in her mind and her body clenched at the recalled sensations of her training. In this course of events, Heather was one of her first clients. With a brief suggestion and streaming session with Sven, massively inflated and hypnotized, she got over her apprehension about wanting to be a cam girl. That she went on to be a successful erotica writer who frequently wrote about a sex therapist’s conquests was a happy coincidence.

On the third ring, Heather picked up.

“Hey love, are you free today? You are? Great!”

Sven’s mind lit up and she ground her boot against his turgid pole, making the edges of her platformed heels dig into his skin. She could feel him throbbing through the rubber sole as he moaned in both her mind and into the phone. “Yeah, I’m pushing Sven to his limit right now and thought you might want to get in on his absurdly fat cock. You know the code, come on up when you get here.”

“Don’t get too excited, my pet,” she said as she hung up and looked down at him. He had blown up so much already that his girth had raised her foot off the chair. “Everything about today is for my enjoyment. Your cock is not yours, it belongs to me.”

“Yes, Mistress. I understand, Mistress.”

The other person he thought of was one of her current clients, Clarissa. Like everyone she apparently saw, Clarissa was a size queen. But it was not just her partner’s cock for her, everything about the petite blonde was about size as if she was making up for being shy of five feet tall. under dubious circumstances, Clarissa had acquired expanding implants from Thailand for both her tits and her hips. The highly illegal implants gave her the ability to pump her big, fake tits and ass ever larger, whenever she felt like it. She had ended up in Ami’s office for rehabilitation after being arrested four different times for indecent exposure involving men who also injected saline for massive but temporary growth.

Ami recalled watching her first appointment, where she jerked Sven off with her tits as she deep-throated him. As if that moment coming into focus triggered something, the sex therapist was enveloped by memories of watching hundreds of other women, and quite a few men, fuck her boyfriend-slash-pet as part of her practice. Getting off on Sven’s dick buried in other people was a kink she had not programmed into Lovebirds, but it made sense such a fetish would develop between the way she used his powers and the close telepathic link. She welcomed something that was comparatively tame in comparison to her apparent need to have her own massive dick that she blamed on bleed from the link.

She dialed Clarissa and got her on the first ring.

“Hi Clarissa, it’s Dr. Shikami. I’m afraid I’m going to have to move our appointment this afternoon. When? Oh, the time isn’t changing, but don’t come to the office. I’m working from home. Oh, no. I’m fine--just in the,” she paused and pressed her boot down until it was once more flat against the chair, pulling a huge groan from Sven, “middle of something. I’ll text you my address and the code to get in. See you in a bit.”

Her pet was moaning continuously now. His dick was pushing twelve inches and felt like the circumference of a broom handle as she gripped it and began to jerk him off. Every few seconds there would be a surge of blood flow accompanied by a deep groan and then a throb as he got just a little larger. A large bead of pearly white fluid emerged from his tip. She licked it up slowly, holding it in her mouth as it was absorbed by her tongue.

“You like me torturing you like this, don’t you?” She asked as she kissed and nibbled.

He strained against the soft ropes. “Yes, Mistress. Play with me more.”

She reached and grabbed some stringed weights and draped the first, just two pounds, over the mid-point of his shaft where it started to hang over the chair’s edge.

“Don’t let these drop now,” she said as she draped another an inch closer to the tip “or I’ll call them back and tell them you don’t want to play.”

Ami added two more, each heavier than the last. His cock began to bend down, the plastic chords sliding forward to rest against the cleft of his glans. He closed his eyes in concentration and, with a throb, his veins grew visibly thicker to carry more blood. His shaft began to rise, lifting nearly ten pounds as it did. Beneath, his raphe ballooned larger, creating pulsing a superhighway for circulation. His skin purpled from all the extra blood, his cockhead had a sheen from how tight it was. She could feel him using his powers, willing himself larger in response to her challenge. He was cheating, but it was such a wonderful display.

With the image of putting her hands on his shoulders, she commanded he stop. He complied and it felt like she was handed that thread of reality, another fragment of his power now hers. Wrapping that thread in her mental fist, she straddled him. Her knees were on his thighs, her naked pussy hovering close enough to feel the heat of his pounding pulse. The weights clattered to the ground as he twitched to smack against her.

“Mistress, the weights!”

“Never mind them,” she said as she draped her arms over his shoulders. She visualized her mound swelling, as if being pumped up, and felt his mind twitch as his subconscious complied once more. “How about you don’t drop me instead?”

There was a tingle as her mons, labia, and even clit began to inflate, pushing against the opening in her suit. With pulsing throbs akin to actually being pumped up, every inch of her exposed pelvic flesh rapidly engorged. Her pussy lips, quivering like bright pink gelatin, reached his shaft first. She gasped at the intensity of the brushing touch, it seemed blood flow was not the only thing being increased. As more of her petals pressed against him, it was like electricity was coursing through her. Added to that was the feeling of them thickening, filling up with collagen, like actual lips. This only seemed to intensify her sensitivity as they finally settled on either side of his shaft.

Her pet was coming nearly every minute at this point, his mind empty, aside from two thoughts: ‘pleasure my Mistress’ and ‘keep getting bigger’. Their foreheads pressed together, she could feel his power trickling into her with each growing throb. Bit by bit. Inch by inch. She would be a goddess. She would bring pleasure and healing. She would have so much sex.

Reveling in her rising divinity, she realized control of the reality threads that were altering her pussy had changed hands. She intensified the pressure of the invisible pump, causing her blushing mound to swell even larger until it overwhelmed everything, spreading over and down his cock. The weight squeezed her throbbing labia, calming the near torturous level of stimulation. Not to be left out, her tumescent clit had grown as thick as her thumb. The curved tip was cradled in the crook of a particularly thick vein atop his shaft. She marveled in the feeling of his blood rushing past and around her.

Ami shifted against him, her pussy rapidly producing a tide of glit that let her slide along his length with ease. She could feel his mind being wracked by orgasm after cock thickening orgasm. His shaft expanded against the edges of her pumped pussy, sandwiching the sensitive flesh between shaft and thigh. His balls, too, were pressing against her as they ballooned between his legs. His head, now drooling precum, had finally grown past her ass. With any luck, Clarissa or Heather would be here shortly.

She dismounted and grabbed a large bucket. Unable to resist, she ran her hand along the curved underside of his cock and hungrily licked her fingers. Kissing his tip, she sucked out more of his pre-cum until she felt her body starting to tingle. Stuffing his head into the bucket, she slipped the handle over the ridge of his glans. “Wouldn’t want any of that to go to waste.”

Meanwhile, her body was growing back towards what was quickly becoming her mental image of herself. The sex goddess amazon. Impossibly, her clothes grew with her as her legs and torso stretched, propelling her to six feet of height. The hyper-toned musculature of her boi-like body returned, though her womanly curves only grew more dominant as ass, hips, and tits plumped. Most notably, she did not feel his will changing her. It was only her mind that sculpted her body, only her will that crafted her form. In the back of her mind, her base consciousness wondered how she had gotten so depraved that she would have willingly inflated herself until it looked like she had a nested pair of thick pink doughnuts nestled between her thick, muscular thighs. That voice was scattered by Sven’s pleas.

“Mistress, you look amazing and so, so sexy. Please, untie me! Fuck me!”

She was tempted to do so, to let this reality become another driven by lust, but there was a knock on the door. She turned her attention from her pet’s fifteen-inch cock to the person waiting. From the thoughts, she knew it was Clarissa. “Come in, Clarissa, I didn’t expect you to get here so fast.”

“I don’t know how you always do that, Dr. Shikami,” Clarissa said as she entered the room. She stopped in her tracks as she realized what she had walked in on. Trapped between lust and embarrassment, she froze and gaped openly, her heterochromatic eyes flitting between Ami and Sven.

Ami returned the frantic gaze with one much more appraising. How would Sven’s powers affect her? Clarissa was a petite woman, with short blonde hair that draped over her ice blue left eye, pushing the focus to her much darker right one. Her upper body, and really all of her four-eleven frame, was dominated by tit. The obviously fake orbs were so vast she could barely fit her arms around them and they would rest in her lap when she was sitting. The hem of her plain blue shirt was denting the bottom curve, with at least a hand span of pale flesh exposed below. The shape of a bikini top was visible through her strained shirt, the straps also making little dimples in the curves of her massive endowments. Her hips, too, were impossibly flared in relation to her trim waist, her hips bulging out of either side of her shorts.

“Wow...you got so big!” She said finally as came to grips with the scene of wanton sex. The blonde walked slowly to stand next to Ami, still openly marveling at the sex therapist’s semi-Amazonian form. Absently, her hand reached towards the over-developed muscles of Ami’s thigh.

The sex therapist leaned into the touch and Clarissa cooed. Fingers moved inwards, towards Ami’s inflated pussy. The hesitant touch made her bite her lip. She shook herself mentally. She had to stay in control of the situation.

“I did, and you can as well.” She gestured to Sven’s throbbing expanse of flesh and blood. “It’s all thanks to that.”

“Holy hell, I thought that was a toy! I didn’t...I didn’t think people could get that big. And those veins! It’s like his heart is in his dick!”

Ami had to admit it was a distinct possibility. “And we’re just getting started.”

“You mean he can...he can get bigger?” She licked her lips.

“Yeah, much bigger.”

She moaned in approval, then cocked her head. “Why’s there a bucket here?”

“I’ll explain in a moment. First, I want to ask you something.”

“Sure,” she turned back to Ami, though her eyes did not meet the doctor’s. “What is it?”

“What would you say if I told you that I could transform you?”

“Pardon?” That got her attention. Her eyes jumped up to Ami’s face. Her expression was hawkish, as if she was trying to find a hidden joke.

“Say I could make you into your wildest dream, would you be interested?”

“I would be all over that in an instant. Hypothetically.”

“Good,” she thought it as well as saying it. Clarissa’s eyes widened. “Because it’s going to get a lot less hypothetical.”

“I heard you in my head! H-h-how did you do that?”

Ami tapped her temple and grinned. “I’m a telepath, why do you think I’m such a good therapist?”

“No way!” Clarissa bounced and clapped, her shirt riding up a few inches. “Is that why I feel so relaxed when I’m in your office? Are you in my head, whispering sweet reassurances?” She was circling Ami now, questions flying. Her hands becoming more and more comfortable with touching.

“Yes!” Ami exclaimed finally, putting her hands on the smaller woman’s arms “I’ve been in your head to help you and I’m going to help you again.”

“I’ll do whatever you need, just so long as I get to fuck that cock.”

“Isn’t that what we always do?”

It was, actually. In this timeline, Sven’s more normal sized cock had been between Clarissa's massive tits on several occasions. She grinned then licked her lips again as she turned back to Sven’s bound form.

Ami removed the bucket and a gout of pre-cum washed over the other woman. The fluid was absorbed by her skin right away. Seconds later, her tits surged larger, only with flesh instead of saline. The extra fat only made a small impact on how spherical they were. Even so, that was all the persuasion she needed to strip her top off. The strained bikini top was red, with triangles that looked tiny, but still covered her comparatively small aureole and nipples. The strings sang as she pulled the bow loose and the top joined her shirt on the floor. Even unsupported, her tits almost floated before her chest as she knelt between Sven’s knees.

Sitting down in another chair, legs spread wide to accommodate her over-sized pussy, Ami watched as the incredibly busty woman hefted each tit and enveloped his cock easily. With practiced grace, she stroked his well-lubed pole. Ami traced the edges of both her plush labia and puffy mons as the heat of being sidelined started to rise. In her bemused state, she realized her clit was twitching whenever Sven moaned in orgasm. With increasing clarity, she could feel him coming each and every time. In a cycle that was shortening to every thirty seconds, she began to gasp with each of his crests. The twitching of her clit began swelling as a shadow of his programming leaked into her consciousness. The bundle of nerves became more and more evident as a ridge rose out of the top of her mound and more of it emerged from her hood.

Meanwhile, his dick and balls grew inexorably. Steady swelling ever larger until the fist-sized head emerged from the valley of tight cleavage and his sack hung off the seat. Clarissa licked his tip eagerly, ingesting more and more of his reality-altering fluids. It was obvious she did not realize it, but her body was already changing. Her aureole began to spread and puff up, becoming more proportional to her artificial bustline. Her nipples, too, were enlarging. They were already the size of her thumbs and steadily growing both longer and thicker. Ami figured they would be the size of soda cans if the petite blonde continued to be exposed to Sven’s precum.

“I’m on fire, Mistress!” Sven’s words filled both the room and her mind. “Please, untie me.”

“Mistress?”

“We have an arrangement,” Ami was deliberate with her tone while mentally reassuring Sven at the same time. “Nothing more.”

“That’s so cool! Can you be my Mistress, too?”

That was not what Ami expected to hear.

“Seriously, do whatever you’ve done to your assistant here to me. I can’t wait to be my sexual ideal.”

An idea crossed her mind and she made a show of rummaging for something. The easiest way would be to expose her to an even greater amount of Sven’s power. Once Clarissa was thoroughly soaked in it, she might even just take on Sven’s mental programming. Already she was demonstrating traits of his. The sexual demi-goddess created four large needles. She filled each with precum from the bucket and handed over the primed injectors. “I know we agreed that you would cut back on pumping up, but this is a special occasion.”

Clarissa took one look at the needles and grabbed one. The chamber was as thick as two fingers and about as long as her palm. Lifting her left tit, she slid the pointed metal into the injection port and pushed the plunger down without hesitation. The thick fluid flowed slowly, but the effect was pronounced as her ballooning implant pushed her veins up against her skin. She did this three more times, for her right tit and both hips. With each emptied tube, Ami could feel more of the other woman’s body like it was an extension of her own. Then, all at once, Clarissa’s mind was open to her, like a door flung wide.

“Doctor--Mistress, I can feel you in my head!”

Ami was about to dominate the blonde, to go through with the initial plan of augmenting her mind to endure Sven’s full power, when a throb gripped both of them. Inside of the implants, a reaction was taking place. A mental check revealed the salt water was somehow being converted into more of the thick, white fluid. As the concentration tipped, the silicone began to vibrate. With a sudden pop, the stretchy barrier vanished and impossible fictions became truths as her implants became her actual body. Her breasts drooped slightly now, letting her grip Sven’s cock tighter. Her hips and ass had a jiggle they had lacked before as she rocked on her knees. All the while, her nipples became obscenely large even as they sank into the soft flesh of her aureole.

The implications of what just happened turned over in Ami’s mind. She could sense no trace of the plastic surgery beyond the injection sites, though she had a feeling if more precum, or even saline, was injected they would still swell the same way. Further, the blonde was now verging on being a tank of transformational fluid. Surely there was a way to capitalize on that.

“I’m a real girl now.” Clarissa laughed as she squeezed her considerably plusher tits, her fingers almost vanishing into her flesh. She leaned back and shifted until his dick pushed against her nipple. “I know this isn’t how nipples work, but it’s always been a fetish of mine so might as well try.” She leaned forward once more, her puffy flesh yielding to Sven’s bulk until, with another surprising pop, his mushroom-shaped head entered the sea of fluid in her quivering boob.

Ami could feel Sven’s pleading even before it started. He wanted to be up to his hilt in both at the same time. Even considering everything else, that seemed impossible. And yet, if he wanted it hard enough…

As he opened his mouth to voice his desire, Ami pressed a cup of his spunk to his lips. He drank it down eagerly. For a moment, the only sound was Clarissa’s moaning as she rocked back and forth on her bent legs. Then, with a roar, Sven sprouted a second, equally massive cock. His balls hanging between his legs twitched and Ami could only marvel at his already massive testes dividing from two into four.

The blonde wasted no time in plunging him into her other tit. As she dragged her hands in circles over her cum filled boobs, she caressed his twin cocks buried within. She rose off her ankles, shoving more of him inside as her rotations increased.

Ami bit her lip as the urge to touch herself became overwhelming. Her hands sank into her inflated pussy, kneading her plush walls and massaging her swollen clit. She slumped back onto her chair as her attentions grew more forceful.

At once, both women came with body shaking yells. Sven’s curse kicked in and his balls contracted as his release crested and then burst forth. At first, Clarissa’s modified tits contained the flow. Her flesh was stretching faster than it ever had while injecting. The swelling tits settled on the floor and began to wrap around her body. It would not be long before they were each larger than her. Yet the flow of hundreds of missed orgasms continued unabated. With one particularly big spasm, his cocks pulled free and began to paint both Clarissa and the room white. The sheer volume pushed her back towards Ami.

The dark haired woman did not hesitate to attack Clarissa’s body. Her tongue lapped at Sven’s semen, even as her teeth found the soft flesh of the other woman’s neck. The blonde leaned back into the embrace as her hands rubbed her massive, leaking tits.

Inexplicably, fluid was flowing to her hips and ass almost as fast as it poured out of her nipples. She was sitting higher off the ground by the moment. Her cum slick thighs began to rub against each other even as pulsing burning hinted at muscles growing to support her new body. Her calves thickened, pushing her legs up. Her shoulders and lats twitched and swelled, becoming a natural brassier.

In her shared haze, Ami missed Heather’s arrival. Her college friend was tall and thin, lanky even, with skin the color of creamed coffee beneath a bounty of freckles. Her brown hair was a mass of bouncy curls that she puffed out of her green eyes as she came through the door.

Nonplussed, even at the pools of spunk and the intensifying love making between two sexual behemoths, she crossed the room at once and knelt before Sven’s twin cocks. After his explosive release, they had shrunk back down to a comparatively reasonable foot in length, with a girth like a soda bottle. She kissed and stroked and nuzzled them as she stroked his four balls resting on the floor. Neither cock was impossibly big so it was trivial for her to slide her lips over one.

That sensation jolted Ami out of her shared pleasure trance with Clarissa. She extricated herself from the blonde still wrapped in the afterglow of her orgasm and approached the other two thirds of a classic threesome.

Heather pulled Sven’s left cock out of her mouth and went back to alternating strokes as she looked up at Ami.

“You sure know how to put on a party, Mistress. How did you manage to get him like this?”

The demi-goddess was rocked by the realization that the time line had drifted so far. Heather seemed to know about being able to affect a person’s physique. What did that mean? As the bright-eyed woman went on about how long they had been trying to eek a second cock out of Sven, Ami dove into her mind. What she found there was fascinating.

In Heather’s eyes, Ami and Sven were each as strong in reality warping. It had been a game since she and Ami first started being interested in boys—and each other. Somehow things had changed so that a woman she had barely known before all of this was now her best friend in the whole world. Experimenting in every sense of the word during high school, they had lost their virginity to each other.

In this reality, the three of them lived together now. A king bed downstairs was shared most nights by everyone. Mornings started early and were filled with the kind of casual lewdness that only people who had no secrets from each other could manage. That they shared a psychic connection ensured that.

How had this reality changed so much between now and the phone call just a few minutes ago?

Sven laughed. “It’s because of how much of my power is yours now, Mistress.” For the first time in half a day, his tone was jovial. Time slowed to a crawl except for them. The pleasure blood lust faded, she felt like her base self again.

“Instead of giving it to you all at once, with each command, another piece of my talent has been woven into your history. Soon, I will only have always had what you gave me at the start. Precum that causes temporary changes, a curse to swell forever until my partners are satisfied, and a release worth all those missed opportunities. We’ll have hated each other at first, you’ll believe me trying to steal Heather from you with my growing trick.”

“So I dominate you.”

“You dominate both of us, actually. It’s an accident, of course. Even with a childhood of experimenting, you’d never used your talent in anger until then.”

“Is that why you actually came to me? Is that why I’ve done all of this?”

“Initially yes, I was looking for someone to take my powers from me. I did not anticipate how powerful they would make you. How irresistible. Besides, what I did never happened now, but it’s also why I can’t go back.”

“I’m so, so sorry, Sven.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. Heather and I are both still individuals, it’s just that you are definitely the one in charge. As you should be, you’re a goddess.”

Time resumed before she could protest. Reality crashing over her was like forgetting to turn down the radio and getting into the car to suddenly loud music. Her baseline mind was swept away, though her memories persisted.

Heather wasted no time on starting to suck on the other cock, encouraging Sven towards hardening. When swallowing him, she moved quickly, almost violently, as she jammed as much of him into her face as she could. As she pulled back, she took her time.

For Ami, who was now sharing both of the others sensations, watching was almost more intense. Between the phantom weight of Sven on her tongue and the lingering caress of Heather’s own on her clit, it was like she was somehow eating herself out. Despite the stimulation, she was still being left out which only further raised her lust.

When he was too big to comfortably fit down her throat, Heather released. Though she was not separated long. In short order she climbed into his lap to stuff each of his drooling dicks in either hole. Standing on his thighs, holding the back of the chair, she began to ride him. With each cycle he grew bigger, while she grew more elastic.

“More, Sven! More! Get bigger for me, get so big that you finally break me!”

It was not long before it looked like her body was being stretched to the breaking point. The twin peaks of Sven’s cocks were poking out impossibly from under her sternum, but Heather was just barely showing signs of arousal. In her mind, she was not even feeling the penetration, but Sven was hardly the same size as when he exploded all over them earlier. Perhaps the shared sensations went both ways?

Turning back to Clarissa, Ami hitched her leg over the blonde woman’s shoulder.

“Oh, Mistress. You look tasty...” Without prompting she buried her face in Ami’s swollen mound. Almost instinctively, her lips and tongue found clit and began to suck. Her fingers caressed the raised ridge of nerves, toying with Ami from all sides. Oddly, her saliva was causing the same tingle as Sven’s pre. The tingle of transformation. Had his curse circulated into Clarissa’s entire system?

Either way, it felt like her clit was getting longer, there certainly was more contact with Clarissa’s tongue. Probing fingers circled her flared labia, caressing the soft, nerve-filled skin. First one, then two slid into her depths, before a balled fist pushed against her inflated flesh. Alternating, Clarissa bobbed her head and shoved her fist ever deeper. Ami could feel Sven growing as he felt what she felt and continued to orgasm.

She suggested to put both of his cocks in one hole and he lifted Heather up before roughly plunging both into her pussy. The pressure pushed them together until they merged into one massively thick member, it had to be as thick as his thigh.

The changes to Sven’s changed Ami as well. There was no denying she was once again sporting a huge penis. Nestled in her swollen folds, the base was constantly being stimulated which only made both her and Sven grow faster. With each inch her cock gained, her muscles and height pulsed to greater heights. Drunk on power, she pulled her foot plus cock out of Clarissa’s mouth and turned to Heather. Spreading her friend’s cheeks, the demi-goddess shoved inside. Thrusting in alternating time with Sven felt wonderful, but it did not seem to do anything for Heather. Desperate, she reached into her friend’s mind.

“Just what is wrong with you?”

“I...I feel empty. Please, Mistress, fill me.”

With a simple thought, Ami made it so.

In an instant, she and Sven had cocks that were even bigger than Heather’s wildest imaginings. Their shafts were still reasonable at the base but flared dramatically once inside Heather. The feeling of Sven’s cock growing against hers as they stretched Heather out only furthered her heady mood. Still, it was not enough to satisfy her friend’s appetites. She remembered the game they started playing in their senior year of high school when they realized they were into each other and were worried they would not get into the same college. They would sometimes take turns doing each other with their clits grown larger and then Ami would restore their virginity. It was then they both became obsessed with large insertions, frequently racing to see who could get back to a size that was compatible with their favorite toys before bending reality back. It seemed like continued exposure to Sven over the last few minutes had made Heather a veritable black hole for dick.

Getting creative, Ami suggested to the universe that her and Sven's maximum size could shift and change. She set it so they would become one hundred and ten percent of the capacity of whichever hole they filled. As she did so, she began to clamp down on the impossible space inside Heather. Bit by bit, the fit got tight until she was back to having a two-foot-long penis.

“Yes! This is it!" Heather screamed. "This is the sensation I’ve been missing!”

Ami cut Sven free from his bonds with her mind and then leaned back so that Heather would fall to straddle her and Sven could be on top. She gripped Heather’s arms and began to thrust with abandon as Sven did likewise. In and in, up and down, moan upon moan, the trio fucked like they had not in ages. Moving between each filling a hole, then sharing either, they built towards a hot, sweaty climax together that culminated in a harmonious scream. As their minds went blank from ultimate satisfaction, it felt like the world was fading into pure light. For Ami, all of her realities blended into one brilliant possibility. In a flash, she was floating over a universe just coming into being, its disk starting to spin. It began to curve towards her, the mass of stars sinking into her skin. Impact after impact, her awareness expanded until she truly was divinity. Who knew what world awaited her when she woke up, but she knew that woman she had once been would not be the one to step into that brave new realm. Though she would not be alone. She would have friends and a chance to start over. She stood at the edge of a reality worthy of her presence and she resolved to treat it like the gift it was.

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