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Priestess Katie by ProbablyNeedsHelp
Fair Warning: The following story is notable for its deviance from sexual norms.

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Katie ripped her headphones off of her skull as she typed the last sentence of
her history paper. Normally she loved history, but she was finding it difficult
to concentrate today. Charlie had gone home over the long weekend and she was
feeling his absence. She had textted Kyle a few times on Saturday, but he had
not replied. He always seemed to enjoy it when she managed to get him alone,
but he never wanted word of their liaisons to get out.

It hurt that Kyle didn't want to be associated with her, but she understood.
Katie knew the reputation she had, and it was, she reflected, well deserved.
When the word "slut" had first been applied to her, it had been jarring, but
now, in her junior year, she embraced it. She flung the word at her peers across
the dining hall tables, presenting her emotional calluses to the world like a
hard shell. It is important to note that I am a nice slut not a mean slut like
Rachel, she reflected. Such distinctions were important.

Katie stood up and slid her chair into her desk. She turned to the full length
mirror and took a moment to reflect on what she saw. Her warm brown eyes were
her best feature. They sparkled when she grinned, which she tried to do often
despite her slightly crooked teeth. Her brown hair was nothing special; it was
neither lustrous not lank. Her B-cup breasts pressed against the fabric of her
tight T shirt. She often wished for larger in order to help her find ways to
satisfy her appetites. At 5'4" she was indifferent about her height. Shaking
herself from her reverie Katie turned to go to dinner.

Dinner was productive. Katie had spent two hours talking, mostly one-on-one,
with Jacob. Jacob was what she thought of as a potential. He was cute enough,
but most importantly probably had low enough self-esteem to lose his virginity
to the school slut. The logistics of having as much sex as Katie did at a
boarding school could be difficult, but she had long since become an expert
at what salespeople referred  to as pipelining.
With any luck she would be able to show Jacob her lock picking skills before
fucking him in the old theater storage closet. Acquiring a set of picks her
sophomore year had been one of the best decisions that Katie had ever made.

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Venus had never felt smaller in her life. The long absence of worshipers
had left her sickly, a shadow of her former self. She was still beautiful enough
to grace any runway in the world when she found the strength to take physical
form, but even her beauty seemed to be fading. If she did not do something soon
she would succumb like so many before her. The shapeless manifestation of love
and lust twisted in what would have been a grimace had she been corporeal.

Watching each member of her pantheon die of divine starvation had been horrific.
Worst of all had been watching her Greek twin disperse as she succumbed to the
lack of worshipers in 1932. In her weakened state the feet that Venus felt was
overwhelming. She and Aphrodite had survived longer than their siblings by
feeding off of humanities ever present lust. The diffuse lust had been enough
to sustain Venus so far, but she doubted if she had another decade left in her
if things continued as they had.
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Katie felt the cylinder of the lock slide, and she twisted the knob of the
closet.

"Color me impressed," Jacob said as he followed her though the door.

"We should explore some of the old servant passages later. These picks open up
a whole new world." Katie replied. *Speaking of whole new worlds* she thought as
she pulled her shirt over her head in a practiced movement. She almost giggled
at how corny she was. She quickly focused on the task at hand, and turned
grinning to rise on her tip toes and place a kiss on Jacob's surprised lips.

At first hesitant, Jacob soon seemed to leave any reservations he might have had
behind. After a few minutes of necking Katie shoved her tongue hard down Jacob's
throat, then broke away.

"You want to do this?" She said huskily.

Jacob's only reply was to begin unbuttoning his pants. Katie helped him out,
eager to get at his rock hard cock. When it was revealed she shuddered. It had
been far to long. Leaning closer she took the head of Jacob's dick in her mouth
and began to worry at it with her tongue. She plyed her considerable skill this
way for a moment, before leaning back to get a cherry flavored condom from her
backpack. There were, Jacob reflected while Katie applied the rubber with her
mouth, benefits loosing his virginity to a girl with Katie's experience.

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Venus had had priestesses once, she recalled. Their passion had been an 
excellent source of strength. A direct link like the one she had shared with
them was her only hope. Creating a priestess would require giving up a measure
of her pitiful power, but it was her only hope. With a conduit to the
corporeal world, Venus might have a future.

For the first time in far too long Venus took stock of her surroundings. In her
starving state she had somehow drifted to the campus of a boarding school. It
was no red light district, but it would have to do. She peered into the minds of
the women she found, looking for one on which to hang her lifeline. It was not
long before she found a girl locked in the throws of passion. It was clear to
Venus that this girl had an addiction to sex. She would have thanked Jupiter if
he were not long dead.

Venus forced her soul into the girls, and began making the changes she would
need to survive. She considered opening the spiritual nodes which would allow
her priestess to draw energy from ambient lust, but this would hardly provide
the energy Venus required. Instead her priestess would consume part of her
lovers to provide her mistress energy. Venus, not being a dark goddess, was
inexperienced with such things, but she thought she had replicated what she had
once seen Loki do.

Assessing her new priestess's beauty Venus found many things lacking. Normally
she would have directly remedied such issues, but she was so weak that the
thought made her shudder. Instead, she altered the soul siphon to redirect a
small portion of the stolen soul into her priestess. It was the best she could
do for now.

Venus began to create the link that would bind the girl to her, but she found
her grasp on the girl's soul slip. The two tangled souls ripped apart, jarring
the freshly created siphon, altering its shape. Venus was forced to recede into
the misery of her divine starvation, waiting on the day she could approach the
girl to complete the transformation.
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Katie shuddered as Jacob rammed his cock into her. For some reason this was the
most pleasure she had taken from sex in a long time. It made no sense, Jacob was
a clumsy if enthusiastic lover. "Harder" she moaned as an orgasm exploded from
her loins. She came nearly continuously for what felt like a long time, but
might have been only minutes.

Jacob exploded inside Katie, and she could feel herself grow noticeably fuller.
The condom seemed to be sucked off of Jacob, and Katie felt convulsions wrack
her lower lips. It was taking Jacob longer than it should to finish
blowing his load. Katie pushed herself up on her elbows to see what was going
on, but found it difficult to fight through the waves of pleasure washing over
her. She collapsed back feeling the skin of her belly grow tighter and tighter.
The fullness brought pleasure rather than pain, and she lost herself for a time.

When Katie regained consciousness she almost screamed. Her belly was distended
enormously, pushing her shirt up and blocking all vision. If she had not know
better she would have thought she was pregnant with large triplets. Katie
pushed herself to a sitting position, and was horrified to find Jacob's cloths
lying on the ground between her legs as if he had been sucked out of them.
*What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.* she thought, struggling to
reconcile the scene before her with what she knew of reality. Even in the face
of absurdity Katie remained eminently practical. She had to buy herself some
time.

"Hey, Katie. What's up?" Melissa answered her phone.

"I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor." Katie said in a voice that
hardly trembled at all.

"You need me to cover for you again, don't you?"

"I'm sorry. I really don't want to make the trip from Kyle's room through all
this snow. I totally forgot that check-in was so soon."

"Don't worry about it. Zee situation ees under control. Now who's the best
roommate in the world?"

Despite herself Katie grinned, "You are." With that taken care of the faculty
would not be looking for Katie for another 12 hours or so. How was she going
to figure out a way to hide her stomach in 12 hours? Katie's mind raced.

It took her a while to realize it, but it was clear that she had to totally
reassess her priorities. She felt bad about Jacob, but no way was she going to
let herself be blamed for his death. It had been an accident. There was no
body, so at least that was taken care of. She had to find a way to deal with his
cloths, but for now she just shoved them into her backpack. *I will have to
withdraw for medical reasons* she thought. A life of seclusion was her only
option.

Katie's parents would not be awake until 6:30 in the morning, so until then
she had to wait. Under the circumstances she found the prospect of sleep
impossible to entertain. She managed to slide over to the door and prop herself
up against it to wait.

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Katie's phone read 2:30 am, but it was about to die. She tossed it at her
backpack in disgust. There was no way she would be able to explain this to her
mother. People don't just get pregnant overnight. Katie reached down to touch
her impossible belly, but was startled when her hand took longer than it should
have to reach it. *That's odd* she thought as she glanced down to take a closer
look. It had definitely shrunk.

Excited, Katie stared at her stomach, willing it to shrink further, faster. She
thought she might have detected some slight movement, but it was hard to tell.
In any case, it had taken 3 hours to shrink to the point where she could notice
it, so it would probably take longer to shrink further.

Katie felt like she had been granted a stay of execution. Now that she had a
chance to come out of this ordeal, hope came flooding in. Struck by a
horrible thought she scrambled over to her backpack and ripped Jacob's pants
out. She located his cell phone and smashed it to pieces with a brick left
just inside the door as a doorstop. It was probably out of charge she realized
afterward, but she did not want to take any chances. If his phone was found in
her possession after his disappearance was discovered things could become
inconvenient.

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By 8:00 in the morning Katie's stomach had shrunk until she only looked 7 months
pregnant. She would have to miss morning classes, but she would be presentable
by lunchtime.

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Just as she had predicted Katie had made her afternoon classes, and no one had
seemed the least bit suspicious. Now back in her dorm room she allowed herself
a moment to consider the situation in a way which went beyond immediate
survival. She hoped what had happened with Jacob was an isolated incident. This
seemed the most likely explanation, given that it had been his first time, while
she had had sex numerous times in the past and never once sucked a lover out of
his clothes. The important thing now was to put the incident behind her. Well
that and dispose of Jacob's cloths in a discreet manner.

"You look shaken. What's wrong?" Melissa walked into the room, a look of
concern on her face.

"I had a bit of an emotional crisis." Katie admitted.

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

"OK."

Katie chewed her lip "Actually, I do. Do you think I have to much sex?"

Melissa's face darkened, "Has Jackie been talking about you again? So help me
God I will sew her mouth shut."

Katie was a bit taken aback by the viciousness of Melissa's demeanor, but she
was thankful for it never the less. "No nothing like that, I've just been
thinking about it. I think maybe I have an addiction."

"Don't apologize for having fun. If you are feeling this way, then maybe it is a
good idea to cut back for a while. Figure out what you want."

"Thanks. I meant what I said last night. You really are the best roommate ever.
I must have saved an orphanage or six in a past life to deserve you."

"Eeeewwwww. Emotions are gross! Get it off!" Melissa grinned.

"Anyway you know what I mean." Katie said.

They sat studying together in companionable silence for a while before Katie
broke it. "Melissa, this is a weird question, but do my boobs look bigger to
you?" she said in a puzzled voice while cupping her breasts.

Melissa glanced over "No. Why?"

Katie knew her breasts were larger than they had been. "I don't know. They just
look bigger. It's probably the bra."

"Well I don't notice anything different." Melissa said turning back to her
French homework.

Katie peeled her shirt away from her chest and found her bra tag. Examining it
she was surprised to learn that she was a C-cup. The bra looked like the same
B-cup she had put on the previous morning in every respect except for the fact
that it fit her undeniably larger breasts.

Walking to the mirror she took a thorough catalog of her appearance. Her eyes
were bloodshot from her all-nighter, but the rest of her face looked prettier
than it should be. She smiled, and noticed that her teeth where straiter than
she remembered. Everywhere she looked she was the same, but better. Her hair
looked smoother, her waist thinner, her legs better defined. Turning she found
a firmer butt, and if she was not mistaken she had even gained half an inch or
so. *Well at least some good has come from this ordeal, if it's connected at
all* she thought to herself, admiring the way that her new breasts jutted in
front of her.