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Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature,
and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or
magic that may be broken within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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Avatar Pt 13
David was up early that morning fixing breakfast for himself and the
professor. The professor, somewhat worn out from his "dream" of the
night before woke up later than he expected, but was greeted by the
smell of frying bacon, baked biscuits and cooking gravy. He came out
of the tent in nothing more than shorts and a robe. He was a little
more sociable than the night before and he and David had some polite
chit chat as they ate.
David noticed that professor Abbott would occasionally scratch at his
chest, a result of the fact that Patricia's breasts were starting to
grow in. David could have changed him overnight, but figured that
would be too much for the professor to handle. A gradual change
would be easier on him. And, admittedly, a bit more fun for David to
watch.
After breakfast, David cleaned up the dishes and set everything to
dry. Then he and professor Abbott set out on the exploration of the
next sector of the island. They, of course, found nothing, but this
time David was part of the review during the second half of the day.
The professor pointed out some interesting features, and some points
of interest which might give some leads as to the location of the
"chamber of Love" as he was now referring to it. None of his guesses
were even close to being correct, but that was for later days to
worry about.
They had a light dinner and the professor went off to bed, not even
noticing he had skipped his evening pipe. David used his power to
clean everything up, then shifted into a naked Amber Cole. "She"
stepped inside the tent, where Patrick was just drifting off into
sleep. He was disturbed by Amber's entrance into the tent, and sat
up on the edge of his cot. "Amber, is that you?"
"Who else, love? Are you ready for tonight's lessons?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Amber sat beside him and they kissed. As their lips touched, Patrick
felt his lips being parted and Amber's tongue forced its way into his
mouth. Pat knew he should probably do something back, but instead
just meekly accepted her tongue in his mouth. When they separated,
the professor was naked, but he just chalked it up to part of the
wonderful dream he was having. Amber then said, "Time for your first
lesson, Pat. Worship my breasts."
Patrick leaned over, going right for her nipple, but she stopped him,
pulling his head up a bit. "Start at the edge, hun. Start with
small kisses and apply them in a spiral going around to but not
touching the nipple. Then do the same with the other breast." Pat
quickly obeyed and lavished generous small kisses on Amber's breasts.
Amber then said, "Now lick them. Use your tongue on every square
inch of my breasts except my nipples." Patrick did as commanded.
After a while, Amber, now panting heavily, said, "Now. Take my
nipple into your mouth. Suck it!"
Pat obeyed and was rewarded with a deeply felt moan from Amber. He
continued to suck, shortly getting Amber to thrash in orgasm. After
she recovered, she took his face in hand and kissed him, forcing her
tongue back into his mouth. She released his face and said, "Oh, you
are such a good student. You gave me such pleasure."
"Thank you, ma'am. I love to worship your breasts."
Amber smiled. "Don't you wish you had breasts like mine so you could
experience feelings like I just did?"
"Uhm... I don't..."
Amber gave him a disappointed look. "Don't you want to be like me?"
Patrick couldn't say no to her. "Oh, yes. I want to be just like you."
Amber kissed Patrick. When they separated, Pat had a pair of breasts
just like Amber's. He said nothing, figuring it was just part of the
dream. "Now I want to fuck you. On your back, babe."
Pat quickly got on his back and spread his legs in anticipation. He
found he was actually looking forward to getting his ass reamed by
Amber. Amber got on her knees between his legs and pressed her dick
into his ass. She then pumped in and out of him until they exploded
together in orgasm. She then leaned over and kissed him, using her
power to push him into sleep.
David shifted back into his base form. As he left, he exercised a
bit of power and shrunk Patricia's breasts a little. They didn't go
away entirely. Professor Abbott had to get used to them. In fact,
considering Patrick's middle age spread, he might not even notice
them tomorrow. But by the time Patricia left the island "her"
breasts would be larger than any girl's he had ever met. But that
would be a small surprise compared to what David had already started.
When the professor got up the next morning and came out of his tent,
there was definite cleavage visible. David made a quick scan of his
mind and saw that the professor had noticed the cleavage, but had
refused to believe it, chalking it up to a too realistic dream.
Well, tomorrow they'd be too big to be denied, but that was later.
************
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"This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure. I just like T.V. better."
J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
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