Kanaya looked at Rose, and her heart flew. In that moment, Kanaya knew that marrying Rose was the greatest decision she ever made, and she knew too that everything was going to be okay. It was their anniversary, and the couple had decided to take a vacation to an exotic series of islands in a secluded part of the Texas 2 Archipelago to celebrate this joyous occasion. There were two reasons for this. Reason numero uno was that the islands were absolutely gorgeous, and home to a fascinating sartorial style developed in seclusion that Kanaya was just dying to document and work into her own fashion. Reason numero two, arguably more compelling, was that the islands were home to a very large and very unexplored temple to a little-known primitive deity of Earth C. It was in front of this very temple that Kanaya looked at Rose and fell in love all over again. Her confidence, her intellect, her… bountiful breasts. They all set Kanaya’s heart aflutter. “Well then,” said Rose, shaken out of her stupor by a stale gust that blew out from the unearthed doorway, “I do believe we have an ancient temple to explore.” “Let Us Troll Indiana Jones This Shit” Kanaya said, following close behind as Rose stepped within. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Kanaya, dear,” Rose said, “would you come over with your torch so I can read this better? It’s awfully difficult to transcribe all this writing with only one hand.” Rose sat in the far corner of the room, attempting to mark down a complex pattern in a language long dead. “Coming Honeybuns One Second” came Kanaya’s response from across the room. While Rose was struggling to notate the etchings in the wall, Kanaya found herself more intrigued by the idol standing on a pedestal right smack in the centre of the chamber. It was about half a foot tall with greatly exaggerated, er… proportions. Kanaya pulled her eyes away from its copious bust to go help her wife. As she turned, however, her own impressive derriere knocked the pedestal, sending the idol flying– Kanaya didn’t notice until she heard the sound of ceramic shards hitting stone. Rose started at the sound too, and so both bore witness to a great cloud of unnaturally colourful fog rising from the remains of the perverse idol. Kanaya barely squeaked out a “Darling”. Rose replied. “Yes, my beloved?” “I Think We Should Get Out Of Here Like Right Now” stated Kanaya. “Agreed.” Rose said, the panic in her voice rising. The couple scampered out of the temple in such a hurry that rose nearly forgot her bag. Unbeknownst to them, however, the accursed cloud had already begun to seep into their minds and bodies– yet it would not be until they got back to their temporary home in the village that they would begin to realize the extent of how badly they had fucked up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rose and Kanaya sat in silence in their honeymoon suite. The view from the window was of an ocean still as glass, and a bottle of fine grubwine chilled in the fridge. The lights were low. candles littered the room. The mood was primed for romance, for bodily exploration, for love. Still, Rose and Kanaya sat. Rose's head felt foggy. since the incident at the temple, she had been unable to focus clearly. She had felt.. hungry? but not for food. They had eaten a gourmet dinner only an hour after. Kanaya, on the other hand, felt very very full. Uncomfortably so. The pleasant warmth of a plate well cleaned had spread throughout her body, leaving her feeling almost feverish. No, not almost. Very. Kanaya was still heating up. She felt as though her blood was boiling. She had to DO something! *shhhhrrrrrrrip!* Before Kanaya could rip her shirt off, her shirt ripped itself to pieces. Her breasts flopped free, the sexy lingerie she had made with care before their trip revealed to Rose. Her breasts did not, however, sag. They lifted up, as if compelled by some force, and began to expand. "Err, Kanaya, dear," ~*Glsh*~ "Yes Honey" ~*Glsh*~ "Your uh, breasts-" ~*Glsh*~ "I Noticed Darling" ~*Glsh*~ Rose, in this moment, realized what it was she was hungry for. It was sex. She was hungry for sex. Rose practically pounced on Kanaya, sending the couple tumbling towards the bed. Kanaya landed first. Her newly engorged J-cup breasts served as ample cushioning for Rose. She tore her clothes off and began to finger herself- and Kanaya- with all the ferocity of a dog in heat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Half an hour into the couple's impromptu lovemaking session, Rose began to lose steam, and Kanaya seemed almost uninterested. The steam metaphor still working overtime, Rose began to slow down like a train coming into the station. "Kanaya," she said, almost confused sounding, "Are you feeling incredibly uninterested in all of this all of a sudden or is that just me?" Kanaya grunted. "No Yeah Same Here" "All Of This?" She queried. "All of this." Rose replied. She looked down at her wife. At her perfect face, her bountiful bosom, her almost motherly hips. Rose beheld it all, and unlike all the other times before, she felt nothing. Kanaya met her eyes. As the two shared this moment, they could feel the idol's curse working into their minds, twisting their tastes, warping their ways. Kanaya's eyes began to drift down. She looked at Rose's plump lips, upon which she had planted many a kiss. Traded spit, really. Her lips were almost too plump, too fat. Kanaya shuddered, and her eyes continued to drift down. She looked at Rose's modest breasts, so cute and grabbable. They hung awkwardly, and Kanaya noticed now that the left one was bigger than the right. The freckles on her areola seemed so unappealing from this angle. Kanaya's eyes drifted further down, past Rose's twiggy navel, past her disporportionately wide hips. She looked like a slut, really. Kanaya's eyes settled on her lover's- that seemed so wrong to think, now- dripping cunt. The neatly-kempt patch of hair above it looked stupid, and it smelled rank. She looked up again, back to Rose's eyes. Those were cuter. The two looked into each other's eyes again, for just a moment longer, then Rose rolled off of Kanaya and sat on the edge of the bed. She fished around in her luggage for the packet of cigarettes, a habit she had just recently celebrated the six-month anniversary of kicking. She could use a smoke right now. Kanaya, still lying down, slid the bedsheet up to cover her body for the first time in her and Rose's not insubstantially long marriage. Good idea, Rose thought, looking around on the floor. Kanaya's discarded backup shirt sat by her feet. Rose looked at it for a second, hesitating, before just putting it on. It fit wrong around the bust, and she could hardly stand the smell of Kanaya's desert perfume. Off it went. Rose got up and put on one of her own shirts, before turning to the room's second bed- still perfectly made and untouched- and flopping down in it. Her and Kanaya would not be sharing a bed again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kanaya arose with the sun, feeling dissatisfied and uncomfortable sharing a room with her wife- nope, definitely not. Kanaya didn't like Rose that way. Or much at all, really. The ring on her finger said otherwise. What Kanaya could really go for right about now was getting dicked down by a hung stud. Despite her memories of the last 15-odd years of being an out and proud lesbian, just the thought made her mouth water and her pussy drip. Rose was awoken at the ungodly hour of 5;00 in the morning by the sound of a certain rainbow drinker preparing a large pot of coffee. Kanaya always woke up stupid early, and rose hated it. There were panties and makeup palettes and loose rolls of thread just sitting around the room, practically everywhere she looked. Rose just didnt see what people saw in other women. The ring on her finger said otherwise. As Kanaya had drifted off and Rose lay wide awake the previous night, she finally identified what it was she was so hungry for that she had attempted to finger a chick. It wasn't any old sex-- Rose was craving *dick.* Hard, throbbing, powerful dick. She was drooling already. Rose got up, got dressed, and walked groggily into the kitchen. Kanaya stood there, humming to herself, plunging the top of the french press and doing dishes with no regard for whomever else might be TRYING TO SLEEP IN A LITTLE LATER THAN FIVE IN THE MORNING. "Hello, darling," Rose said dryly. "Dont Call Me That" Kanaya snapped back. "Save any coffee for little old me?" Kanaya handed her a mug. "Not If You Keep Up That Attitude" Rose took a long and deep sip, mind growing cloudy from the influence of the idol's curse again. The coffee was hot. Really hot. Rose felt like she was burning up. She was boiling! She had to DO something! *shhhhrrrrrrrip!* Suddenly, Rose's breasts ripped open her favourite top. Kanaya's eyes widened. "Hey! Eyes to yourself, perv! These puppies are for dudes only." Rose covered her puffy nipples with her hands. "As If I Would Want To See Your Veiny Milkbags This Early In The Morning" "Or At All For That Matter" "Fucking Cow" "You're one to talk, fussyfangs. Look at those fucking udders!" Rose pointed at Kanaya's own boobs, barely contained in a t-shirt cut for breasts 4 sizes smaller. "Have you no decency, woman?" "At Least Im Trying" Kanaya scoffed. "If You Put Half As Much Effort Into Your Romantic Life As You Do Into Tormenting Me Maybe You Would Have Gotten A Boyfriend Instead Of Marrying The Next Best Thing" Rose gasped. "Oh, take a hike! You're the dumb loser who asked my sorry ass out in the first place. If I wasn't bogged down in this homo marriage, dudes would be all over me." "You Take That Back Woman" Kanaya said through gritted teeth. "I Am Just As Straight As The Next Girl" The pair of bickering chicks paused at that. Was she? Kanaya definitely had asked Rose out, that night on the meteor. And it was definitely after months of flirting on rose's part. And the two had CERTAINLY been married for years, with seemingly no issue. ...And yet, the thought of dating another woman made both parties feel practically nauseous. "Rose" Kanaya started, "Do You Think That Idol Did Something To Us" "Maybe. Probably." Rose responded. "And I almost certainly have something in my vast library to fix it. But at the same time... Do you really want to be lezzy lovers for the rest of.. god, who knows how long immortal people live? I seriously need some dick in me right now or I might actually go insane. Maybe after that we can look through my tomes for a fix." Kanaya took another sip of her coffee. "But You Will Fix It Right" Rose looked away. "Rose," she prodded again, "Hello" "I'm going out. See you in a bit." Rose said, getting up. She strutted to the door, not intentionally but moreso as a result of her changed centre of balance. The door slammed behind her, leaving Kanaya to ruminate alone on the events of the previous night. She turned to the fridge, upon which was a newspaper ad the couple had found so funny. "DICKS 4 HIRE" it read, bolded shamelessly. "CUM 2 US OR WE CAN CUM 2 U" read the line below it, and then a phone number. Kanaya felt a pang in her heart, and a much more convincing pang in her pussy. Without hesitating, she removed it from the fridge and ran to the landline. Fixing her sudden change in orientation could wait. Kanaya had a dick 2 hire.