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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 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

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 15

David was up early preparing breakfast when he felt professor Abbott 
stirring in his tent.  After a few seconds he felt a wave of shock, 
and heard, "Holy-"

"Professor Abbott?  Is something wrong?"

"Uhm...  No.  Just... saw a spider bigger than any I've ever seen before."

David smiled.  "Oh, okay."  He extended his senses into the tent.  He 
saw the professor staring at his now well-developed chest.  He was up 
to a C cup and would continue to grow at a rate of one cup a day for 
the next week.  But right now, the professor was just holding his 
breasts in wonder.  Every so once in a while, Patrick would look out 
to David with a worried look on his face.  David decided to speed him 
along and called out, "Your breakfast's getting cold, professor 
Abbott."

"Uhm...  Just a minute."  The professor grabbed a robe and pulled it 
on.  He walked out, hunched over, with his arms across his breasts. 
David was sure that the professor felt that he was hiding his 
breasts, but what he had done had the exact opposite effect.  With 
the robe closed like it was, his cleavage was exposed.  Hunched over, 
he tilted that cleavage towards the world.  And with his arms where 
they were, they framed his cleavage neatly.  All in all it was a very 
sexy effect.

But David said nothing as the professor sat down and ate his 
breakfast in silence.  After breakfast, the professor said, "David, 
I've been thinking.  I think you're ready for a little more 
responsibility.  I want you to search the next sector alone."

"You're testing me, right?  The rules clearly say 'In a locale where 
medical aid is not readily available, solo exploration is strictly 
prohibited, and may result in loss of degree status or faculty 
position.'"

"Oh, yes, well..."

"Aren't you feeling well?  Maybe we should call in for an emergency 
lift.  No sense risking our health."

"No.  That won't be necessary.  I guess I wasn't feeling like 
trudging through the jungle today.  Tell you what, instead of 
exploring today, we'll separate today's sector into the other days 
and take a break today."

"Well, if you say so."

"Why don't you go take a sun break on the beach.  I'm feeling a 
little tired, and I'm going to get some more sleep."

"Okay."

After the professor went back into his tent, David shifted into his 
Amber Cole form and followed him into the tent.  He saw the professor 
standing right in the middle of the tent, back to the entrance, with 
his robe opened and his hands, apparently on his breasts.  Amber 
asked, "Something wrong, lover?"

The professor turned around, his breasts flopping freely.  "Oh my 
god, this isn't a dream, is it?"

"Of course not, dearie.  I'm real.  You're real."

"These are real!" he said, lifting his breasts.

"Yes, they are.  Aren't they wonderful?"

"Why are you doing this to me?  Who are you?"

"Dearie, what makes you think I'm not who I appear to be?"

"You... did this to me."

"And who do you think I am?"

Patrick stared at her a bit before saying, "You're Aphrodite."  He 
went to his knees before her.  "Oh, great goddess, have I done 
something to offend you?  Please tell me so I can make amends."

David gave him a small smile.  "No, dearie, you have done nothing to 
offend.  Although I'm not sure I want you finding my temple quite 
yet."

"But..."  Patrick lifted his breasts.  "Why these?"

"Isn't that why you came to me in the first place?  Because you 
wanted doctor Cole to be attracted to you?"

He stared down at his breasts.  "But..."

"Didn't you know?  Amber Cole is a lesbian.  And a rather dominant 
one, at that."

"So you're turning me into a girl?!  Couldn't you just make her like 
me as I am?"

"That's hardly fair to her, dearie.  Don't worry.  By the time we get 
through with you, doctor Cole won't be able to keep her hands off of 
you."

Almost frantic, he said, "What about my...?" and grabbed his crotch.

"Actually you get to keep that.  Doctor Cole doesn't much like the 
feeling of penetration, but she loves using her dildo on others. 
When she's with another woman, she let's them dildo her if they ask, 
but she doesn't really enjoy it.  But with your training you'll be 
able to take her largest dildo and enjoy it far more than sticking 
your thing into anyone else."

"But why let me keep it if I'm never going to use it again?"

"I didn't say you wouldn't ever use it again.  I just said you'd find 
getting fucked to be more enjoyable."

"But... what about David?  I don't think I can hide these much longer."

"Oh, he's already noticed them.  He thinks Patricia Abbott is one of 
the prettiest teachers on staff."

"WHAT?!"

"You couldn't very well become a girl and still be known as Patrick, 
could you?  When you get back, you will find that everyone except for 
you and Amber will remember you only as Patricia."

The professor seemed near to tears.  "I'm not sure you can handle this."

David reached out and stroked his head.  "Of course you can.  But if 
it'll make it easier, I'll make you a deal.  One week after you get 
back, all you have to do is ask, and I'll restore you to your old 
life."

"You will?"

"If you wish, but understand, if you go back, you go all the way 
back.  You can't pick parts of what I've given to keep.  Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good.  Now it's time for your next lesson.  One of Amber's favorite 
past times is having her girlfriend suck her strap-on like it was a 
real dick.  So you need to swallow my cock."

"What about David?"

"Do you want to suck David's cock?"  Seeing his shocked look, David 
laughed.  "Relax, hun.  I'm just teasing.  You'd better get used to 
that.  Amber Cole likes to tease her lovers a bit."

"Uh, okay.  But what if David comes back."

"Hun, I guarantee that for the duration of our time together you will 
have no risk of seeing David."

"Okay."  The professor crawled over and took the goddess's dick in 
hand and tentatively licked at it.  "It tastes like rubber."

"It tastes like Amber's dildo will taste when you take it into your 
mouth.  It may respond like the real thing, but you also need to face 
what you will be experiencing with your new lover.  You're not here 
just for my gratification."

"You're... pleased by fucking me?"

"Of course, dearie.  Just because I'm a goddess doesn't mean I'm 
inhuman.  Now, on with the lesson.  Amber would not be this patient 
with you.  Now suck!"

Patrick almost reflexively leaped forward, sucking "Amber's" dick 
deep into his mouth.  He was surprised when the dick slid right down 
his throat with no response from the famed "gag reflex" he had always 
heard about.  The dick filled his mouth more than anything he had 
ever had in it before.  The plastic taste was a little strange, but 
also tasty.  He found himself moving up and down on Amber's dick, 
actually wishing it were bigger, so he could get even more inside of 
him.  He took her buttocks in hand and pulled her deeply into him, 
burying his nose in her abdomen.  He swallowed a bit, massaging her 
dick with his throat, then returned to bobbing up and down on her. 
Soon, he was rewarded with a mouthful of delicious, salty fluid.

As Amber pulled out of him, he let the semen sit on his tongue, 
savoring its taste.  Then he tilted his head back and let the semen 
dribble down his throat a little at a time.  He heard Amber say, 
"Very sensual."

"Thank you.  But if the real Amber doesn't have a dick, she won't be 
cumming in my mouth."

"But she has a very realistic dildo which she fills with various 
edible substances, and at the moment of ecstasy, she squeezes it into 
her lover's mouth, simulating ejaculation.  Now, on your hands and 
knees."

Patricia quickly got on his hands and knees, still surprised that he 
would so want to experience the sensation of getting fucked.  But his 
dick grew almost instantly hard when he felt Amber place her dick 
against his ass.  She grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto her 
with a shriek of pleasure.  Patricia moaned as the goddess pumped in 
and out of him.  Amber told him, "Play with your breasts.  Fondle 
yourself."

Patricia looked down at his breasts.  He hadn't touched them much so 
far.  Hell, he was scared of those big globes hanging from his chest. 
But Amber...  Aphrodite had promised him that by going through all 
this, the real Amber would feel for him what he felt for her.  He 
couldn't remember all the nights he lay in bed, stroking himself 
senseless thinking of sex with doctor Cole.  Admittedly, he had never 
fantasized about this, but if having tits and getting fucked was the 
price of being with Amber, then it was a price he'd pay.

He reached up, took his breasts in hand and started fondling, being 
rewarded almost instantly with a surge of pleasure.  This was what he 
had been fighting since waking this morning?  How could he have been 
so stupid?  The pleasure was phenomenal!  Almost as good as the 
feeling of the stiff rod shafting in and out of his ass.  And the two 
feelings together was a sensation of pleasure he could barely stand. 
He straightened up a bit and slammed back against the invader in his 
ass.  It was only a little while longer before he felt a warmth in 
his ass that pushed him over into his own orgasm and caused him to 
spew onto the floor of the tent.  The orgasm was so intense that he 
almost collapsed as he fell forward, sliding off Aphrodite's dick.

He felt Aphrodite rub his ass and say, "I made some changes to your 
wardrobe.  Wear the simple, heavy duty stuff on days where you're 
trudging through the jungle.  But on days where you're just sitting 
around, like today, wear the lacier stuff."

He looked up and Aphrodite was gone.  After a little while, he 
managed to stagger to his feet and get over to his cot.  He popped 
open his foot locker and instantly saw what had changed.  His 
underwear, which had previously just been rolled up and tucked into 
one corner of the foot locker, was now neatly folded and lay on top 
of the rest of his clothes.  And instead of his normal cotton briefs, 
there were now many pairs of panties.  Most of them were like his old 
briefs and made of heavy duty cotton, but there were a few lacy, 
frilly pairs that were definitely designed more for beauty than 
functionality.  Beneath those his T-shirts were gone, replaced by 
bras.  Like the panties, most were simple cotton designed for 
function, but there were a few that were just astoundingly beautiful.

He briefly wondered about wearing lingerie, but then shrugged.  If he 
was going to be a girl and going to have breasts, he might as well 
get used to wearing the clothes.  He took a pair of the laciest 
panties he had and slid them up his legs.  The sensation was 
exquisite.  They were so smooth and silky.  The sensation alone was 
almost enough to give him a hard-on.  He then took a lacy bra that 
matched his panties and strapped it on.  He expected to have trouble 
clasping the hooks behind his back, but did it easily, as though he 
had been doing it all his life.  He gave a silent prayer to Aphrodite 
in thanks as he got out some clothes to wear.  It seemed a shame to 
cover his pretty lingerie, but it wouldn't do for his standing at the 
school to go parading around in his delicates.  After he got dressed 
he decided to give David a little treat and unbuttoned the top of his 
shirt, exposing his cleavage.  A little harmless exhibitionism 
wouldn't hurt his reputation.

He went out into camp and started to make lunch.  David had been such 
a good student so far, and he really had dumped the lion's share of 
the work on the poor boy's shoulders.

When David returned from the beach, Patricia had lunch waiting.  And 
all through lunch, he noticed the grad student constantly eying his 
cleavage.  The professor smiled.  Too bad for the boy that professor 
Patricia Abbott was a devout lesbian.

David smiled inwardly.  If the professor only knew.

************

-- 
"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
ICQ#37222294

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