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Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "Goddess" (3/3)
Date: 1 Sep 1995 00:16:57 GMT
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Didn't write it, not responsible for it. Enjoy it!
-Lisa Blades
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This is a recurring dream, or perhaps nightmare, I once had
for twelve consecutive nights. A man awakens in a two-room
prison(?) with no memory or knowledge of anything. When he
notices the statue of what must be a Goddess bizarre things begin
to happen.
It is a reverie about large breasts, a confused guy, large
breasts, transformations, large breasts, a voluptuous statue, and
of course...large breasts.
I would greatly appreciate any and all critiques. If you
hate it, let me know. If you love it, let me know. If you're
completely impassive, let me know. Please send all critiques or
comments to CheyenneCM@aol.com.
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GODDESS
Cheyenne Chaste Moon
He opened his eyes and saw, across the room, his companion
lying on her side and wriggling, ever so slowly, through the
doorway. He also noticed that now, like himself, she had a most
ample bosom. She raised her eyes to meet his, and he, while
remaining seated, scooted across the small to her, then got to
his knees and sat back, with his buttocks resting on his heels,
and his extraordinary breasts resting on his thighs, with his
prominent, rigid nipples thrust obtrusively just inches from his
companion's face. He intertwined his fingers, placed his
forearms atop his huge breasts, placed his chin on his hands,
then gazed lovingly over the curve of his bosom to his troubled
companion.
"Hello there," he quipped, smiling.
Her eyes twinkled and smiled back. She was glad to see that
he was no longer disparaging over his body, for she thought him
to be most beautiful. She loved him, and she knew that he was
the way he was because he tried to protect her from the same
fate. How she wished Goddess had allowed her to speak. The
things she would tell him; so many things. She would declare her
love for him over and over again. He was everything she ever
dreamt of.
"Fall over did we?" he asked teasingly.
She nodded.
"Can't get up, huh? He was jesting, of course, for he knew
she couldn't. He had difficulty himself, and he had the use of
his arms.
He placed his palms on the floor and leaned forward, his
bulbous breasts swinging toward his companion's face. "Perhaps I
should leave you like that."
She roughly shook her head.
His grin beamed brilliantly, and he tittered. "What am I
going to do with you?"
He moved behind her and took her by her shoulders. He was
in awe, temporarily, for she was so warm and soft, and aside from
the statue of Goddess, he could not remember anything so
exciting. As he pulled his companion to a sitting position, her
silky soft hair brushed his receptive nipples, sending a chill
through him. He walked around her in front, straddled her legs,
crouched down, his breasts resting atop hers, which sent another
thrill through him, held her shoulders, then pulled her to her
feet. As he did, their enormous breasts squeezed each other in a
battle for their own space. They both won, for during the fight
their ultra sensitive nipples kissed each other, sending erotic
exhilarations through them both.
His loins stirred, and his manhood sprang to attention, and
he had an uncontrollable urge to kiss her lush, full lips, but
the villainous gag prevented that, so he pulled her tighter,
squeezing their oversized breasts more, and managed to kiss her
chin. He could feel her passion build, and could feel his own
about to explode. He knew, this time, that it had to be
fulfilled, and that his companion was feeling the same.
His hands traveled down her sides to her petite waist, while
his mouth dropped to her beckoning, vivacious nipples, which he
heatedly suckled, licked and nibbled. While his mouth was busy
with one teat, one hand would caress the other teat, and his
other hand would tickle and massage his companion's feminine
secrets.
She pressed closer to him, moaning constantly in ecstasy,
although her sounds of pleasure never once escaped the gag. She
wanted to get closer to him. She wanted him to get closer to
her. She was so wild with passion, so tingling with pleasure she
could hardly breath. She had an orgasm...then another.
He felt them with her, and felt his own, then they dropped
to their knees, their bodies in heat, glistening in the dim light
of the room. He laid under her, with his hands on her thighs,
and directed her hips downward until she had mounted his bulging,
pulsating, hungry staff. She rode him, and, as she did, he
stimulated her erotic, ultra sensitive breasts, as well as his
own, which, at that moment, he was thrilled to have, and they
both climaxed over and over again; seemingly endlessly.
Their intense, amorous passions mounted as time passed, and
they continued their pleasurable, nonstop, fiery love making for
what, from lack of a time reference, may have been days. They
finally exhausted themselves and fell into a long, deep, well
needed sleep, still entwined in one another.
In his dream, their vigorously passionate love making
continued. This was a different dream than his past ones, for in
this dream he, and his companion, though they were no longer
wearing corsets, still had their miniscule waists, and still, to
the immense joy of them both, had their enormous one hundred-inch
breasts. And he thought how heavenly his companion looked. She
looked like Goddess, or rather, like he envisioned the statue of
Goddess to look. He considered her to be, even though there was
no such thing, in any universe, more than perfect.
When he awoke, he was pleased, and content, and full of
love. The first thing he saw was his companion, who was lying
atop him, still asleep. He thought how glorious life would be,
to always awaken with his beautiful companion, lovingly, lying
with him. Her stupendous breasts were strategically lying on
either side of his miniscule waist, while she was facing him with
her chin wedged in the cleavage of his own tremendous breasts.
He smiled, remembering recent events, then gently managed a kiss
on her forehead.
He did not know when she would awaken, and he did not wish
to disturb her, so, to idly whittle away the time, he slowly,
gently, caressed his copious breasts, and teased his proficient
nipples. Aside from being overly large, they were rather
pleasurable things, he intimately confessed to himself. He held
absolutely no animosity for them now, and, though he still
thought them huge, heavy, and cumbersome; which they were; he
was, strangely enough, infinitely delighted to have them.
As he laid there, with his fingers prancing over his vibrant
breasts, he could feel his emotions, once again, rise, and the
stirring in his loins began to mount. He felt his effector
swell, and he knew if he didn't stop now he would need his
companion to relieve him. But, that's what he wanted, so he
continued, more vigorously, with immense pleasure.
When his companion awoke, his eyes were closed, he was
moaning gleefully, and he could feel his engorged staff throb
yearningly. She shook her head, causing his glorious,
pleasurable breasts to wobble, and when he opened his eyes, he
saw a smile in hers. She rubbed her silky hair against his
breasts in greeting. "Hello, sleepy head," he responded with a
smile.
She rolled onto her side so he could climb to his feet, and
as he did, she noticed something which terrified her. He saw the
look of horror in her eyes, which quickly faded to sympathy, then
to despair, and finally exploded into horror again. Following
her stare, he quickly glanced down...which was a really useless
thing to do. "Aaaahh," he complained, more to himself than to
her. He swiftly bounced to the mirror, then, like his companion,
he was struck with horror. His steely, erect manhood was gone!
He was wide eyed, and speechless. His hands darted to his
emptiness, and found nothing but smooth, tight, unblemished skin
between his legs, as if nothing had ever been there. Yet, his
mind was telling him that his effector was there, and that it was
hard, and aching for some relief. But it wasn't. His hands and
eyes proved that. He could get as sexually aroused as he wanted,
only now he had no way of releasing it. He collapsed to the
floor and cried.
As he lay weeping, his companion wriggled her way between
him and the mirror and gazed at her own form in it, and was
relieved to find that she still had her sexual port, which made
her feel even more miserable for the person she loved. She
didn't know what to do, so she rolled over and placed her head
gently on his soft, pillowy breasts, and tried to soothe him.
His sorrow and self pity slowly turned into unfocused anger.
He hated this place, and everything about it. He hated that his
manhood was stripped from him; that he had been cursed with
disgusting, monstrous breasts; that his waist was being cruelly
constricted; that he was a prisoner in a two room universe; and
even his companion. But, most of all, he hated Goddess for doing
all this to him. And he hated that his companion was touching
him, especially that she was touching his loathsome breasts. To
her surprise, he pushed her away, then climbed to his feet and,
with his gargantuan breasts quaking before him, stormed to the
statue. "Goddess!!" he bellowed vehemently, losing his breath.
"Yes, number twelve?" Goddess answered in her soothing,
loving voice, which never seemed to change.
"Why?! Why have you done this thing to me?!"
"I have done nothing."
"Nothing?! You call this nothing? You took my manhood!
Now I'm nothing more than a walking, sexless, pair of monstrous
breasts!"
"This thing which upsets you, number twelve, you have done
to yourself. When I gave you your companion, I commanded of you
only one thing. That was to never touch her. You broke that
commandment."
A stark reality set upon him as he remembered this
condition. "Yes, but to punish me so cruelly..."
"Cruelty, as is beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. I
merely made an assurance that your act could not repeat itself."
"I can't take this anymore!" he emphasized, waving his arms
about, causing his gigantic breasts to wobble. "I want out of
here!" He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. "I don't care
what it takes!"
"Very well," he heard Goddess say. "Bring your companion
here, and it shall be done."
He wasn't sure if he had heard correctly. Had she said he
was to be set free? He was afraid to ask her, so he decided to
do what he thought he had heard. He turned to get his companion
and spied her wriggling through the doorway. He rushed to her
with his bodacious breasts jouncing gleefully, then joyfully
helped her to her feet.
"Did you hear? We're to be set free." He pulled her tight
and kissed her cute little nose. Though pleased for him, she did
not share his joy, for she somehow knew. They walked side by
side to the statue of Goddess, his arm around her shoulders.
Their mighty breasts, which, together, formed a spectacular,
bewildering sight, as they created a formidable tsunami of female
flesh.
"We are here, Goddess."
"Very well. Are you sure you wish to leave, number twelve?"
"Yes. Very much. More than anything."
"Very well then. To leave this place, you need merely to
pass through the door." He turned and glanced at the large,
wooden door which had frustrated him for so long. "Once on the
other side you will decide again, and forever, if you wish to
leave this place."
He did not understand this, for he was positive he wanted to
leave, and he was sure he had made that clear enough. He and his
companion walked jointly to the door, which, when he pulled on
the large, ornate handle, opened ever so easily. They stepped
through the doorway, and directly in front of them was the statue
of Goddess. His companion dropped to her knees immediately, and,
until he turned and glanced back through the doorway, he wondered
why she had done this.
As the door was closing, he saw that the statue was still
silently standing where it always had. He then turned back
around and noticed a pleasant glow around this statue. He knew
then that it was no statue, but Goddess, herself, and he quickly
dropped to his knees, bowing his head. "Please forgive me,
Goddess," he hushed, trembling.
"Please rise. There is no need for such liturgy," she
informed the duo.
He helped his companion to her feet, and gazed hypnotically
at Goddess. He finally spoke, without moving his eyes, which
were transfixed on her form, as if he were in a trance. "You are
beautiful beyond words, Goddess."
"I am as you imagine me to be."
He stood there, for a long time, gazing at her incredible,
heavenly beauty, which was beyond anything in his dreams, then
finally, slowly, he began to notice his surroundings. "Where are
we?"
"We are here," Goddess informed him, spreading her arms.
"This is the Great Hall of Decision."
He scanned the surroundings. Ahead of him was a hallway of
seemingly infinite length, but at the end of it he could just
make out a door. The left wall, from door to door, floor to
ceiling, was a solid mirror. The right side was dotted with
little cubicles, eight foot square, which had open fronts so the
interiors could be fully reflected in the mirrored wall.
Goddess lead the two of them down the Great Hall of Decision
on an ominous, unnarrated tour.
The first little room was empty except of a lone woman, who
was gagged and chained to the rear wall with her arms and legs
spread as far as they could possibly be. She was unclad, with
the exception of a corset similar to the ones worn by him and his
companion, which, too, constricted her waist to an astonishing
seventeen inches. That was not the only similarity he had with
this woman, for her breasts were also like his; huge, round,
firm, and topped with large, pink nipples which thrust out
defiantly.
He stood for a while, pondering what she must have done to
deserve such a punishment. The three of them moved on to the
next cubicle.
This too, like the first one, was filled only with a lone
woman. She, too, had the outlandish breasts and waist, and, just
as his companion was, she too was bound. She was lying on her
stomach, which he knew from personal experience to be most
uncomfortable with such colossal breasts. And she wore a steel
collar which was attached to the floor by only a few links of
chair, which prevented her from moving and relieving the pain in
her breasts. He felt for her.
They visited nine other cubicles, and each one held in it a
lone female prisoner, who's confinement seemed to be more strict
and cruel that the last, and who all had the same familiar
physique as his own.
At the end of the hall, the twelfth cubicle was empty, and
they stopped in front of it. "This cubicle is for you," Goddess
imparted with a flourish of her hand. He was shocked! "For you
to depart through this door, you must fill the display with your
companion."
His companion was not stunned or scared, for she would
willingly submit if it meant his freedom. He did not look at
her, or Goddess, but bowed his head and stared vacantly at his
vast breasts. He sighed. "I...cannot."
"Do you not wish to leave?"
"No. This world of which I dream is so beautiful I would do
anything to..." His voice faded away as he realized what he was
saying. Did he truly mean the words he spoke, or were they just
words? He did indeed wish to be free of his prison. But for
what price? His eyes ran across his immense breasts until they
reached the mirror where they focused on the eyes of his
companion. She slowly nodded, telling him it was alright. His
eyes shifted back to the reflection of his own bizarre figure.
"When I leave, will I be as I am, or as I used to be?" he asked
Goddess.
"You will be as you wish."
He stared at himself in the mirror, and felt absolutely
nothing. "I don't think..." He paused, slowly raised his hand,
and softly touched his left breast. "It doesn't really matter,"
he announced somberly. He then turned and faced Goddess. "What
must I do?"
"Close your eyes and envision your companion in the display
..and it will be."
He turned and faced his companion, and stared into her eyes,
then slowly closed his own and dreamt.
"Very well done, number twelve," Goddess told him.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked into the cubicle. He
found his companion gagged and restrained exactly as he had
envisioned. He didn't feel very pleased. He slowly turned to
face Goddess and whispered, "How long must she remain here?"
"For eternity." A lump caught in his throat, and he choked.
He felt sick. "Go now. You are free. The world of your dreams
lies just beyond that door."
He turned and stumbled toward the door. Stopping with his
hand on the handle, he turned and, once more, for possibly the
last time, gazed into the eyes of his companion. She returned
it, lovingly. He pulled the handle and opened the door wide, and
his senses were enjoyably assaulted by the beauty his dreams
scarcely scratched.
His dream world was one step away, and it was an extreme
contrast to what he was used to. All he had to do was take that
one step and he would be free; he would be home. He didn't,
however, take that step. His companion had given up everything
for him, and now he would give up everything for her. He loved
her. He released the handle, turned, and headed back toward
Goddess, without once looking back toward the world which he so
long dreamt to be a part of.
"I cannot. I love her, and if she must remain here, then I
will relinquish my freedom and remain here with her."
"Very well." Goddess smiled at him.
There was a blinding white light, and, when it faded, he
saw, standing next him, in all her splendid glory, his
companion.
"Your decision pleases me, number twelve," he heard Goddess
say. "You are the first to surrender all for your companion.
You are most unique...or perhaps man is changing. Perhaps I
should reconsider destroying him. I shall see what number
thirteen holds, then I shall decide. But, fear not, number
twelve. You and your companion shall remain eternally safe,
regardless of my decision. And for your altruism, I shall reward
you." Her arm flourished toward the door. "You both are free.
Go now, for I give you a life together, full of pleasure, joy,
caring, and love. I give you my blessing that you and your
companion may touch in whatever ways please you."
He and his companion were overjoyed by the generosity of
Goddess. His companion was no longer gagged or fettered, and
neither of them were wearing the corsets. She did, however,
still have her enormous, one hundred-inch breasts, and her
miniscule, seventeen-inch waist...as did he. And he, number
twelve, was now a complete woman, beautiful, sensual, excitable.
They held hands, for the first time, and they gazed longingly
into each other's eyes, then they quietly passed through the
doorway into a beautiful, glorious world. The two of them made
romantic, impassioned, breathless love. And as number twelve's
companion loved her, she knew she had made the right choice; the
only choice. She was a woman, in her heart as well as in her
wondrous new body, and she loved her companion.