Kelly Tissy pulled her sweat-soaked sports bra off over her head and tossed it on her bed. She frowned slightly as she looked in the mirror. The frown grew bigger when she turned sideways to view her profile, and bigger still as she stuck her chest out and tried to suck in her tiny waist. If not for her nipples-now erect as her skin cooled in front of the oscillating fan-Kelly was afraid those beads of sweat coursing down her chest would have more definition than her breasts. She toweled herself off and flopped down on her bed by the open windows. It was a hot day on the campus of ------- University, and the ancient women's dormitory had no air conditioning. Besides, she didn't care if anyone saw her topless, there was nothing to see.
Kelly had been one of those early bloomers you rarely ever hear about. Her body developed long before she was ready to handle it. She grew tall and lanky, with long limbs she didn't know how to control very well. She also grew sizeable breasts, but they embarrassed her at the time and she always arched her shoulders trying to hide them. For almost a year, she stumbled around hunched over with her arms crossed in front of her chest, hearing endless taunts and being called "Kelly TITsy." Finally she found something she could use those long legs for -- running. Upon entering high school, she promptly joined the cross-country and track teams, becoming a dedicated long-distance runner.
To her delight, she noticed that running as much as she did caused her body to change like most runners. She gained muscle tone, her waist shrank, and her breasts reduced in size. Unfortunately, she found they grew smaller than she wanted, flattening all the way to AA cups. Recognizing her lowered sexual appeal to the breast-minded boys at school, she promptly went out and bought well-padded bras and tight, form-fitting tops to appear bustier. The boys regained some interest, but not nearly the amount they had before. Now her only sexual features that drew interest were her long, muscular legs and the slight curves she had around her hips -- and when it occurred to someone, her endurance as a distance runner.
Kelly grabbed her Literature book and flipped it open to page 114, a table listing the legendary Greek gods, along with their Roman names. She skimmed through descriptions of Zeus and his Titan father Cronus, Hera, Athena, and Apollo. She was just about to turn the page and start reading Homer's Iliad when one word caught her attention-beautiful. The whole passage read, "Goddess of love and fertility. Acclaimed most beautiful among the goddesses on Olympus by Paris, to whom she had offered Helen of Argus. The Trojan War was begun when Paris took Helen back to Troy following his visit to Argus." I wish you were real, Aphrodite, Kelly thought to herself. I could use your help right now. The breeze from the fan washed over Kelly and flipped a few pages in her book. Her eyes were drawn to a paragraph explaining that to honor the gods, the ancient Greeks would throw the first pieces of meat into the fire and pour the first drops of wine as an offering. Kelly absent-mindedly grabbed the water bottle she had filled and started to take a sip. As she brought it to her lips, her eyes were drawn back to the passage about the offerings.
"Why not?" she said aloud. "Couldn't hurt. This is for you Aph." She carefully poured five or six drops of the ice water on her chest. At least it will help me cool off, she thought. After taking a few sips of water, she picked her book up again and resumed reading. She felt more than heard movement in the room a few moments later.
"Hey Marie," she said. "I didn't hear you come in." She looked up at her roommate, except the woman now standing beside her bed was not her roommate.
Kelly barely had time to jump in surprise before the woman placed a hand on Kelly's shoulder and pinned her to the bed. The cry of surprise in Kelly's mouth died with the touch, and a strange, soothing calm flooded her mind. The woman proceeded to bend down and lick the drops of water off Kelly's chest. Each gentle touch of the woman's tongue radiated pleasant feelings throughout Kelly's body. When the last drop of water disappeared from Kelly's chest, the woman straightened and took a step back. Kelly was surprised to find that, though she had just been horribly violated by a perfect stranger, she just plain felt good. Just as it was occuring to Kelly that she should ask who this woman was, the woman spoke.
"Thank you, child. It's been a long time since anyone offered me a drink. Oh, and I prefer that you use my full name."
"Who are you?" Kelly was finally able to ask.
"Why, sweetie! You called me here, didn't you? Precious child, I-- (dramatic pause)-- am Aphrodite."
"But you guys don't exist!!" Kelly exclaimed. "No one has believed in you for almost two thousand years!"
"Just because no one believes in us anymore does not mean we don't exist. We've waited this long for someone to finally recognize that we're still around. It just so happened that you were the one."
"So what does that mean for me?" Kelly asked.
"Put simply, it means that I will give you my greatest gifts, you will be blessed among humanity. According to my own ways and means," Aphrodite's voice began to ring with ancient power, "I take this oath, to say that you will never want for the highest passions, nor will you tire thereof. You will be chief among women, and hold power over men. The ideal of all encountered, nothing shall you lack." Receiving a blank look from Kelly, Aphrodite sighed and switched to a float monotone and translated her oath. "You'll have sex any time you want it, and will never get tired of it. This will give you power over everyone. You will be everyone's perfect lover, and will get whatever you want." She paused and added, "It sounded more official the first time."
Kelly was quiet for a moment while she digested Aphrodite's words. She flipped the page in her book and scanned the page quickly. "And Zeus will let you do this?"
Aphrodite laughed, her clear mellow voice bubbling like a stream over water-worn stones [hey, I'm a writer, I had to get flowery somewhere -ed.]. "Ignorant child. Zeus is no longer the god of gods. He went out with the decline of the Greeks. He managed to drag Hera down with him."
"So who is the god of gods?"
"Look around you! What sells everything?" Aphrodite waited while Kelly thought. "Sex!" she blurted out when Kelly shrugged her shoulders. "I rose to power when the rest of Olympus realized that the people still worshipped me, or at least what I stood for. Now, with you calling on me and offering me libations, I prove once again who is in charge!" She laughed triumphantly, then recomposed herself.
Just then, Kelly's roommate burst through the door.
Kelly glanced back and forth between Marie and Aphrodite, because she knew her roommate hated having guests in the room.
"She won't see me or hear me," Aphrodite told her. Kelly nodded slightly as she silently watched Marie jerk her shirt off over her head.
"Damn coach made us run a mile after practice," Marie muttered as she unhooked her bra. "I didn't wear my sports bra," she threw the bra across the room, "and now my tits hurt." Kelly sat mesmerized as Marie started massaging her breasts. She had perky C-cup breasts, but they stood out like D-cups or larger above her rail-thin waist. Kelly noticed her breathing quicken a little when Marie bent over and peeled off her shorts and panties in one motion, and she couldn't keep her eyes off her roommate's ass as she walked to the bathroom.
"I'm going to take a shower," Marie called over her shoulder.
"I see it's begun," Aphrodite said when the door closed behind Marie. Kelly nodded absently. She couldn't believe she was looking at her roommate that way. Nine months of living together, and she had never taken any sexual interest in Marie.
Marie was a beautiful young woman, and was in excellent shape. In addition to being on the varsity volleyball team, she was an active dancer, focusing mainly on the jazz and modern styles. All this meant that she was tall, with long, well-muscled legs, and graceful lines to her hips, waist, and arms. She had long, straight hair down to the small of her back, a deep rich brown in color.
"Do you want her?" Aphrodite asked Kelly.
"Yes," she said quickly. Horrified, Kelly quickly shouted, "No!" How could she have said yes?
"What?" Marie called from the shower.
"Nothing!" Kelly shouted back nervously. Everything was silent for a moment except the sound of the running water.
"Well? Which is it?" Aphrodite pushed. "Do you want her, or not?"
Something in the back of Kelly's mind was telling her to say no, but she couldn't put her finger on why, and the feeling was fading fast. "Yes," she finally said resolutely. Aphrodite smiled and jumped up and down, clapping her hands giddily. Kelly heard the water turn off in the bathroom. Marie soon emerged naked with her hair piled on top of her head and bound in a hand towel. With her hair pulled up, Marie looked even taller and her curves were much more pronounced.
"I must have forgotten my towel," Marie said sheepishly. Kelly looked closer and, indeed, saw tiny streams of water running down her roommate's lean body. She grew confused, because she was sure she had seen Marie carry her towel in the bathroom with her. She glanced at Aphrodite, who grinned and waved. Kelly smiled to herself.
"Marie?"
"Hmm?" Marie paused slightly from drying her hair with the towel. When Kelly was silent for a moment, she slipped on a pair of panties and a white lace bra, which she hooked in the front.
"Do you think I'm sexy?"
"Are you kidding? I know a ton of guys who would love to get their arms around you." While she talked, Marie pulled a small, tight sweater over her head and grabbed a pair of jeans.
"But do YOU think I'm sexy?" Marie stopped just before pushing one leg into the jeans. She stood staring at Kelly in disbelief. Where was this coming from? She felt her body start tingling all over and grew suddenly aware of the silence.
"Um, yeah, sure. I guess so," she said, struggling for words. Kelly watched the still-invisible Aphrodite run her hands over Marie's body. Finally Aphrodite's right hand slipped between Marie's legs, her left still roaming the rest of her body. Kelly was closely watching the rise and fall of Marie's tits with each breath, and noticed their pace quicken.
"What would make me more appealing to you?" Kelly asked, her voice thickening.
Marie couldn't believe how horny this conversation was making her. She started rubbing her nipple through her sweater with her thumb, running her other hand up and down her thigh, feeling the muscles of her leg under her smooth skin. She surprised herself by actually thinking of an answer.
"Breasts," she said. "You need bigger breasts. I always thought you needed a large chest to go with that tiny waist." She then realized that her hand had found its way down between her legs.
"Like yours?" Kelly's words were dripping honey.
"No," Marie replied, shaking her head. "Bigger than mine."
Kelly watched Aphrodite stand from kneeling beside Marie and walk over to her. She knelt in front of Kelly, who was sitting on the side of her bed. She started mumbling something and leaned her mouth to Kelly's chest, her lips still moving. Her soft lips tickled Kelly's nipples, making them hum with pleasure. Kelly and Marie watched in fascination as Kelly's tiny breasts swelled and very quickly grew to EE-cups. Kelly felt the weight of her new breasts pulling her forward, and she struggled to keep her back straight.
"Like this?" Kelly asked, her voice now smooth as melted butter, and warm enough to have melted it. Marie just nodded, feeling her fingers push past the edge of her panties to rub her hot crotch. Kelly rubbed her breasts with her hands, feeling pleasure wash over her. "Do big tits make you feel this good, too?"
"Mine aren't big," Marie panted, her fingers working their way into her moist pussy. She had never masturbated before, and was surprised at how good it felt.
"C's are not small," Kelly chided gently, lost in the feeling of her fingers pinching and squeezing her swollen nipples.
"Well then they aren't big enough. Guys like big tits. The bigger, the better."
"How big do you want them?" Kelly asked as she struggled to tip her nipples back to lick them.
"This big," Marie said with her eyes closed, lost in the feelings from her roaming fingers and not noticing exactly what she indicated. Kelly looked and saw Marie holding her hand over two feet away from her chest. She watched Aphrodite move back over to Marie and start rubbing her roommate's breasts, cupping one in each hand. She stepped away again and Marie's breasts began to grow.
They swelled inside her bra first, making it fuller and rounder. Soon it was obvious even through the sweater that they were spilling out over the top of the bra, creating a second curve higher on Marie's chest. Still they grew. The bra stretched taut, and the straps grew very defined under the sweater. Kelly heard a slight creaking sound even over the moaning of Marie, who only barely noticed the tight feeling against her breasts. Suddenly the single snap in the front of the bra gave way, overcome by the strain. Marie's eyes flew open when she felt the bra burst and her chest drop heavily, and she gasped at the sight of her chest stretching her sweater. The roommates watched in awe as those massive tits continued to swell and strain against their confines. The sweater fought valiantly to maintain its integrity, but soon the threads began to pop and snap, one at a time at first, then cascading into larger and larger groups. Before long, the sweater ripped down the middle, starting in the center and spreading to top and bottom. Marie hurriedly pulled the shredded garments off her shoulders and let them fall to the floor. She fell to her knees as the breasts gained weight and size, and soon they hung almost to the floor. Finally they stopped, and the girls stared, incredulous at Marie's new chest.
"How big ARE they?" Marie asked, afraid to even touch them. Kelly pulled her sewing kit from under her bed and extracted a tape measure. Marie struggled to hold up her overwhelming tits as Kelly made measurements as quickly as possible. She did a little figuring in her head and finally came up with an astounding answer.
"I think they're slightly bigger than KK." Marie struggled to stand, but couldn't. She crawled on her hands and knees over to her bed, moaning and gasping as her breasts dragged across the floor. She crawled onto the bed and rolled onto her back. The breasts were surprisingly firm for their size, and mostly stayed on her chest, but still a lot of flesh rolled down either side of Marie's ribcage.
Kelly couldn't take her eyes off Marie's nipples. Swollen and a deep rosy hue, each stood out three-quarters of an inch and was as thick as her pinky finger. She ran over to Marie's bed and crawled on top of her, straddling her hips. She took one giant nipple in her mouth and started sucking it deeply. Marie gasped and started moaning when Kelly grabbed her other nipple and rolled it between her fingers. Kelly ran her tongue up and down her roommate's nipple as she kneaded her breast with both hands. Marie was writhing beneath her, pinned by Kelly on her hips as well as the weight of her own chest.
Kelly climbed off Marie and pulled off her shorts and panties. She straddled Marie again, her butt pushed firmly against Marie's massive tits. She started massaging Marie's thighs and, when her hand rubbed against her roommate's crotch, noticed Marie's powder blue cotton panties were soaked through. She had noticed a heightened sensitivity in her own breasts, and figured the effect must be magnified in Marie's mammoth breasts. She slid her hands to Marie's waist, then rubbed her stomach, eventually working her fingers under the elastic waistband. She quickly and roughly stripped the panties off her roommate, tossing them on the floor. A wave of Marie's heavy, musky scent assaulted Kelly's nose, stirring something deep inside her. She plunged her head between her roommate's legs.
Kelly traced her tongue over the curves of her roommate's swollen pussy. She lost herself in the pleasure of lapping up Marie's moistness. She finally realized how deeply immersed she was when Marie's thighs clamped around Kelly's head, her body trembling. Kelly lifted herself off her panting roommate and sat on her bed, watching the heaving breasts protruding from Marie's chest.
"Well, we missed supper," she said, looking at the clock.
"Mm-hmm," Marie responded, distracted by the feeling of her hands roaming over her new breasts.
"I'm ordering a pizza." Marie didn't even respond this time. Kelly grabbed the phone and ordered the pizza and laid back on her bed to rest until the pizza came.
Kelly woke abruptly to the sound of knocking on the door. She jumped up from the bed and raced over to the door, which she pulled open quickly. There was the pizza guy, a slightly geeky freshman she had seen several times around campus. His eyes widened and he nearly dropped the pizza he was holding. It was only then that Kelly realized she was still wearing only her shorts and that her breasts were still swollen from her earlier escapades. The pizza guy shifted his stance uncomfortably, and Kelly noticed a growing bulge in the front of his khaki slacks. Without a word, Kelly took the freshman by the arm and pulled him into the room. The young man looked to his left as he entered and saw Marie writhing on the bed, her hands playing with her breasts and pinching her nipples. The pizza hit the floor unceremoniously.
It was then that Marie noticed the newcomer, and she jumped up off the bed as quickly as her mountainous breasts would let her and went after the new guy, kneeling in front of him. She clawed at his belt and was soon grasping at the button and zipper desperately. She ripped open his pants and reached into his boxers, pulling out his stiffening manhood. She wrapped her lips around it and started bobbing her head back and forth quickly, her hands scratching at his hips and thighs. Kelly hadn't noticed how strong a desire their new figures unleashed in her and Marie until she felt an unquenchable urge in her hips, which started humping at the air in time with the motion of Marie's head. Kelly's hands found their way to her crotch and her breasts about the same time that Kevin (the pizza guy) finally overcame his surprise. His own hips started humping toward Marie's face on their own accord, but he couldn't decide what to do with his hands. They rested on her shoulders, then moved up her neck to the side of her head, then buried themselves in her hair. Suddenly he withdrew them, very self-concious of touching her. She reached up while still sucking him and guided his hands to her chest, then raised her breasts to his hands with her own. Kelly kneeled behind Marie, her hips pressed against Marie's tight, smooth ass and her breasts against her roommate's back. Soon three pairs of hands were kneading and massaging Marie's over-grown tits. Before long, Kevin swelled in Marie's mouth, and he exploded all over her face and body just as she pulled off to breathe. The three of them moaned and sighed as they rubbed the cum all over her tits and body. Marie pulled Kevin down to the floor and climbed on top of him, kissing him and rubbing her hands over his body until all the air was forced out of his lungs by the depth of her kissing and the weight of her gigantic breasts. Marie, finally satisfied, crawled her way onto her bed and fell sound asleep.
Kelly was completely unsatisfied, however. She was jealous of Marie getting to bring the freshman to his orgasm, not getting anything herself. She wished silently that Kevin's manhood would rise again, and was surprised when it began to stiffen and throb. She stood him up and led him to her bed, where she helped him to lay down comfortably.
"What do you think?" Kelly asked, hefting her EE breasts.
"They're wonderful," Kevin said, speaking for the first time. Kelly was surprised to find that he really had a rather sexy voice.
"Would you like them bigger?" she asked. When he just shrugged, she told him, "Just picture how big you'd like them." Kevin closed his eyes, and a smile settled over his face. Kelly gasped as she felt her breasts beginning to grow again. She watched in awe as her breasts swelled past the size of volleyballs, stopping just larger than beach balls. Kevin's eyes popped open and widened when he saw the bouncing breasts hanging from Kelly's chest. "You've got a nice cock," she said, stroking it with her soft hand. Kevin's hips wriggled with pleasure. "Nice and big."
"I wish it was bigger," Kevin replied softly. "Chicks love big dicks." Kelly knew she would like it bigger, too.
Kelly knelt by the bed and teased his cock with her tongue. When he looked like he could be teased no more, she plunged his meat into her mouth. She sucked him hard and deep, eliciting a moan with each draw of her breath. Before long, Kelly found she could fit less and less of Kevin inside her mouth. Soon she could only suck on the head of his manhood. She opened her eyes and looked at Kevin, surprised to see a cock the size and length of her forearm. She grew even more excited, and hefted her monstrous breasts and pushed them around his cock, still sucking on the end. She jiggled her breasts up and down, rippling them over his long pole. With a grunt and a gasp, Kevin exploded again, this time in Kelly's mouth, ejaculating with the force of a garden hose. His swollen cock deflated to just over eight inches long, but retained a large portion of its thickness. Kelly pulled herself up off her knees and straddled Kevin's hips. Slowly she settled her hips down over his cock.
Kelly gasped when Kevin was completely buried inside her, feeling him fill her completely. She started sliding her hips up and down his long, thick shaft, the motions making loud slopping noises, her wetness lubricating their connection. Kevin rubbed her tits, licking and sucking first one nipple, then the other. His attentions to her extremely sensitive breasts, especially her nipples, sent waves of pleasure through Kelly's body. She began to practically jump up and down on his cock, causing her breasts to bounce and fly wildly, despite their weight. The two of them fucked madly for over an hour, their bodies responding to Kelly's desire for incredible stamina. Finally Kevin's overworked body and overstimulated cock could take no more. His cock swelled tremendously inside her, filling her so completely and tightly that she was helplessly impaled on it and unable to move. They remained that way for nearly a minute, perfectly joined by a force-fit, Kevin's cock throbbing inside Kelly's hot pussy, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasmic height she had never before experienced. Then she was over that edge, and her body was wracked with waves of orgasms, the rippling of her internal muscles bringing Kevin to his own climax. Kelly screamed in passion as Kevin's cock forced cum into her stretched pussy with unprecedented force. Her body spasmed uncontrollably when each throb of Kevin's manhood sent another wave of orgasm through her. Kelly attempted to crane her neck down to kiss Kevin, but found that her breasts wouldn't let her reach that far. Instead, she puished her breasts up around his face, and let the sensitive nerves there soak up the feeling of his hot breath rolling over them.
Kelly crawled off of Kevin and made her way over to a nearby chair, struggling to keep her shaking legs beneath her. She looked back at the young man laying there on her bed. It was only then that she realized just how much his still swollen cock clashed with the look of the rest of his body. Kelly decided to see if she could affect physical features other than sex organs. She worked on keeping an image in her mind of how she thought he could be helped. She was surprised as she noticed his features starting to alter and harden, his muscles filling out and shaping like an athlete's. She made sure not to alter him too much, so that people who knew him would still be able to recognize him. She left his new cock the same size, admiring how it still hung thick and heavy even when not erect. Then she nudged out of his mind all the images of body alterations he had seen, leaving only the memories of the sex. Then she woke him up and helped him put on his pants, then escorted him to the door, shrinking her chest back down to heavy E cups so she could kiss him good night. Then she turned and walked back to her room.
Marie was there, awake again and back to rubbing her titanic tits and fingering her sopping pussy. Kelly nudged her off to sleep, then shrank her breasts to DD's and reduced their sensitivity. When Marie rolled over toward the wall, to sleep peacefully, Kelly noticed the large wet stain that covered a large portion of Marie's bed. Kelly herself crawled into bed and slept peacefully until the morning.
Kelly skipped classes all the next day, and instead stayed in her room with Aphrodite, listening to all her tales of conquest throughout history. With such impressive names as Marc Antony, Alexander the Great (apparently not so great in bed), and the young Marlin Brando, it was truly a story of intrigue. Kelly took greatest interest in Aphrodite's most recent conquest, Antonio Banderas. Aphrodite described the incident in such vivid detail that Kelly almost felt like she was there herself. Just then, Kelly noticed someone walking by outside her window, Professor Strickland.
At 28, Kristina Strickland was the youngest member of the teaching staff at ------- University. She was very attractive: of medium build with blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her bust was on the large side of average, but she always kept them bound by minimizing bras and dowdy, professional clothing. Because of her look, all the guys wanted to take her English classes, but because of her attitude, many were afraid to. Professor Strickland was noted to be the harshest teacher on campus. She was very insistent on maintaining the "ideal" learning environment -- stale, quiet, and in no way related to her attractiveness. Professor Strickland gave Kelly a failing grade on her mid-term paper the previous semester because it was three days late. Now Kelly saw her chance for a little revenge.
Professor Strickland didn't have any classes today, and was only in for a department meeting, so she was dressed a little more casually than normal. She wore a fitted knit shirt and a knee length skirt; no sense giving the college guys an eyeful and destroying her reputation. Kelly could tell that Miss Strickland was wearing her standard minimizing bra, so she expanded the professor's chest, making the bra not so minimizing. Kristina felt suddenly uncomfortable, like something was constricting her chest. Several of the guys were of course already looking. Then Kelly made the other woman's nipples grow. Soon they showed as small bumps under the knitted shirt. More and more guys were starting to take notice, so Kelly went farther. The nipples became unavoidably noticable and still continued to grow, stretching the fabric of Professor Strickland's shirt. Kristina finally noticed the large nipples prodtuding from her chest and tried to cover them, but found she couldn't seem to put her arms or hands in the right place. Most of the time, her hands tended to cup under her breasts and push them up and out. All of the guys in the area had stopped whatever they were doing and could only watch this straightlaced professor playing with her tits and making her monstrous nipples stand out.
Kelly released her restrictions on the woman's hands and instead made her nipples overly sensitive, so that anytime Professor Strickland touched her nipples to cover them, they took her breath away and stood out just a little more. By now several of the guys had run off to their dorm rooms or a convenient nearby restroom to relieve the pressure in their pants, and the rest stood where they were, refusing to pass up such an opportunity, and were shifting their weight uncomfortably. Professor Strickland finally gave up trying to cover her protruding nipples and instead tried to compose herself. She walked off to her meeting, not meeting the stares of any of the students as she passed.
When Kelly was sure Professor Strickland had reached her meeting, she changed the feeling of the other woman's nipples. Now they simply demanded attention. Without her being aware of it, the professor's hands started tweaking and playing with her overgrown nipples. Finally she noticed and tried to force herself to stop, but could only succeed in hiding her actions behind folders and notepads. Kristina had to leave the meeting early and rush to her car. She headed home in a great hurry, not paying attention to the speed limit in the least. Her right hand worked its way under her sweater and slipped the cups of her bra off so her tits and their demanding nipples hung free. She weaved through traffic, one hand on the wheel, the other massaging her breasts.
She was so preoccupied with her nipples that she almost didn't notice the flashing lights in her rear-view mirror. She managed to pull the car over to the side of the road and stop the engine. Immediately her hands flew up under her sweater and worked maniacally at her nipples. She struggled to free one hand to roll down the window when the policeman approached her door.
"In a hurry to get somewhere, ma'am?" he asked in a deep voice, not even looking at her. Obviously he expected the usual trumped up excuse.
"Yes officer," Kristina panted, pulling at her humming nipples. "I've got a... problem... I have to handle."
"What kind of-" the policeman finally looked at the woman writhing in her seat and saw the giant nipples peeking out from under her sweater. His voice raised an octave as he finished, "problem?" He watched her silently for nearly a minute before he cleared his throat and stood up straight, hitting his head on the top of the window. His sunglasses fell off his face into the loose folds of the woman's skirt. He almost retrieved them, but then thought better of reaching into the lap of this writhing woman. Instead he told her that he'd escort her home to take care of her problem and rushed back to his car. With his lights flashing, he sped off toward the address his computer gave him for the woman's license plate number.
The two of them parked on the street in front of Professor Strickland's house. The policeman stopped his car and watched the woman jump out of her car and run up the sidewalk, tearing off her sweater and bra as she ran. Kristina tugged at her three-inch nipples while she ran up the stairs to her front door, her breasts bouncing heavily. She pushed her chest against the smooth wood of the door and rubbed her breasts up and down as she fumbled to fit her house key into the lock. Finally she opened the door and disappeared into the house, and the policeman drove away, very horny and still three hours from the end of his shift.
Kristina stumbled to her couch and collapsed on it. Her thighs rubbed together, working at the slippery growing dampness between her legs. Her hands worked frantically at her nipples until she came heavily from her manipulations. Kelly finally released her hold over the professor, and Kristina could finally get one hand down to her burning crotch. She reached very unceremoniously up her skirt and simply pushed her white cotton panties aside, her fingers sliding easily into her wet pussy. Kristina had never before touched herself sexually at all. She had been raised so strictly that she felt a little uncomfortable when she washed herself in the shower. Now that she was an animal unleashed, she let out 28 years of sexual frustration. With one hand yanking at her giant nipples and the other buried between her legs, Kristina grunted and moaned her way to two more orgasms. As she started toward her fourth, she began squirming and writhing all over the couch. Her body felt an overwhelming need to get away from the invasive fingers drilling into her now raw pussy and hammering against her tender clit. As the tidal wave of her orgasm washed over her, Professor Kristina Strickland passed out, sprawled on her living room floor.
Kelly finally relinquished total control over Professor Strickland. Almost. She left a conditional on the older woman in that whenever the professor was about to be unnecessarily hard on a student, her nipples would return to their enlarged proportions and extreme sensitivity.
Kelly sat on her bed with Aphrodite, both of them munching on popcorn and watching the movie that Marie had rented. Of course it would have to be romance movie, Marie never rented anything else when she was going to watch it with a date. Never mind that she liked action flicks every bit as much, she just preferred that her date wasn't more interested in the movie than her. And it always worked. Kelly stole a glance over at the guy with Marie. He was attractive, Kelly had to give him that much. He didn't seem too intelligent though. That didn't bother Marie at all; he happened to be the only guy on the varsity wrestling team she hadn't dated yet. This poor guy never stood a chance.
Marie was wearing a purple shirt that had always shown a lot of cleavage back when she was a C-cup. Now that she sported a pair of double-D's, that shirt was pulled taut and showed every crease and curve of Marie's stretched bra. Her skirt was so short that when she was sitting on the couch with her legs tangled up with his, her date couldn't help but see her white lace panties. This normal college senior didn't even see the second preview. Just then Aphrodite took a deep swig of her beer and let out a loud belch, and she and Kelly broke up into laughter.
"I love this being invisible stuff," Kelly said. She grabbed a handful of popcorn, also invisible, and threw it at her roommate and her horny date. Aphrodite sighed, set down her beer, and moved her bowl of popcorn aside.
"I have to be honest with you, Kelly," she said. Kelly looked at her confused. "I need to tell you the real reason I came to you," Aphrodite continued.
"Why's that?" Kelly asked.
"I came to you because you are to become my replacement."
"Your replacement?"
"Kelly, I'm dying. I need someone to continue in my place."
"You're dying? But you gods are immortal. You never die," Kelly replied.
"We're not immortal," Aphrodite explained. "We just live a lot longer than humans do, so they just always thought we were immortal."
"And you want me to replace you?"
"Yes, child. Now hush, I have much to show you. You obviously already know how to alter physical and sexual features. Now comes the fun part. You can feel others having sex."
"WHAT?"
"Oh, yes. And you can make anyone have sex. No matter what they're feelings are for someone else, love or hate, they'll have sex if you want them to. Of course it's easier to make guys do it, but the women will come around too. Why don't you try it on those two?" she said, pointing at Marie and her date.
Kelly concentrated hard on trying to plant the idea of sex into the heads of her roommate and the wrestler. Marie just shifted her position and started playing with her hair, but her date soon leaned over and started kissing her neck and running his hand up the inside of her leg. At first Marie fought him off, but he just kept coming after her. Soon it looked more like she wasn't fighting him off, but fighting to get his clothes off. Kelly looked at Aphrodite, who confessed to helping her a little with Marie. Aphrodite instructed Kelly to just lie back and feel the two of them and their sex. At first she didn't feel anything. As she concentrated more and more, she found she was soon cooing through the wrestler licking Marie's nipples, hummed at the feeling of Marie sucking her date's cock, and squealing when Marie's pussy was being licked and sucked.
"More," she said absently. As if on cue, the wrestler rolled onto his back and Marie straddled his hips, slowly lowering herself onto his stiffened member. Kelly felt like she herself was being penetrated by this young man, who was only about average sized. As Marie worked herself up and down his cock, Kelly found herself longing for a larger cock. Unknown to Kelly, this caused the guy's cock to lengthen and thicken, filling and over-filling Marie's tight pussy. The sexual feeling for the both of them heightened, the increase effectively doubled in Kelly. She writhed on the bed while the other two ground their hips against each other, until all three came with wrenching orgasms. As Marie and her date collapsed exhausted on the couch, Kelly looked at Aphrodite with one thing on her mind.
"I want more," she demanded.
"Reach out, feel farther," Aphrodite replied. "I count at least ten couples together right now in this dorm. There's one further down the hall. Why don't you try them?"
Kelly reached out and tried to find the couple down the hall. She had an idea who they were, having seen them together a lot. Just as she started to tap into their experience, she lost control and reached out too far. She suddenly had the feelings of all ten or more couples suddenly crashing down on her. Wave after wave of orgasms washed over her body until she finally passed out. When she woke, she found one hand buried between her legs, two fingers deep in her pussy, and the other grasping her self-enlargened breasts. Her bed was soaked in her own juices, and all her muscles ached, particularly the ones most used when she orgasmed. She found a note on the pillow next to her head. It read:
That's it, the end. For now anyways. I thought of some other stuff, but I couldn't find a way to make it fit. Should I write another one? Email your suggestions (more, no more, or story ideas) to: [email protected]