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Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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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 22
David finished packing up all their gear on their last day on the
island. He saw the professor nursing her baby off to one side of the
camp. He walked over and asked, "You ready to go?"
Professor Abbott sighed. "I suppose so."
"Any regrets?"
"Only that we didn't find the temple of Aphrodite."
"So you're still sure it's here on this island?"
The professor grinned, as though he knew something David didn't.
"Oh, yeah, I'm sure."
"Then why didn't we find it?"
Patricia considered it for a while before saying, "It wasn't Aphrodite's will."
David was about to change the subject, when a boat whistle did it for
him. "Our ride's here."
"Well, we're going to be the last thing on the boat. The boat hands
have to load everything and get it all packed away before we find our
berths. And I want to apologize for not being able to help you more
with packing."
David waved it off. "Nonsense. You've just given birth and were
preoccupied with taking care of your newborn." So preoccupied, in
fact, that she had failed to notice that it took David a fraction of
the time it normally should've to pack everything up.
"I still feel guilty." Then she looked up at her student and said,
"David, I notice that you haven't changed back yet. Aren't you
worried you won't?"
"Actually, I hope I don't. I've decided I like what I've become."
"Are you still worried about what your girlfriend will think?"
"No. I love her. She loves me. What we look like won't matter."
"Trust in Love, David, and I'm sure you'll be okay."
As the boathands got off the row boat and started loading their goods
into the boat, David was briefly struck by the irony of it. When
they got to this island, professor Patrick Abbott was a self-absorbed
man obsessing on a woman he could never have. Now "she" was a new
mother, lecturing her student on Love. Go figure.
It took almost twelve hours before all their gear was safely packed
away on the ship and David and Patricia were able to board. As they
got on, David commented, "Not exactly a cruise ship, is it?"
Patricia laughed. "We're on a University dig. What'd you expect a
shrimp and lobster buffet?"
David jokingly replied, "It'd be nice."
A little while later, when they were underway, David and Patricia
were looking back at the island where they had just spent two weeks
of their lives. David asked, "Think the university will ever fund
another trip to that little island?"
"Not a chance. We didn't find enough to justify this trip, much less
a return trip. But that doesn't matter. Although the rest of the
world may never notice, we were both changed for the better by our
time there."
For about the next hour, they just stood on the deck watching the
ocean roll by, until they felt a crowd of men gather behind them.
When they turned around, they saw that about half the crew had
collected to watch them. Professor Abbott asked, "Is there something
we can do for you?"
One of the crew, a dirty, little man with a thick mustache, said, "We
were just wondering what two sexy babes like you did for
entertainment on that island when you got... lonely."
"None of your business."
"Aw, come on, admit it. You two must've been engaged in more than a
little extra fun."
"And what if we did?"
"Well, after two weeks of playing only with girls, we thought you
might want something long and stiff to play with."
"Go away."
The man stepped up and said, "Come on, baby. Don't make me get rough."
"Rough? What are you going to do? Rape me?"
"Rape? Naw. I got a dozen witnesses here," he nodded his head back
towards the others, "who say you came on to me."
Patricia closed her eyes. At first David thought it was in fear, but
then he heard her voice in his head, saying, "Aphrodite, I am sorry
to impose, but I am being accosted by men who seek to do me harm. I
beseech you. Please protect me."
David was amazed. Professor Abbott was praying to him. There was a
brief rush of self-fulfillment, but David knew that if he waited much
longer, these sex-crazed sailors would try something physical. David
froze everybody in place. The man who had approached Patricia was
the first to change, his mustache disintegrating on his face. His
shirt then tented out as he grew a set of boobs larger even than
Patricia's. His entire body then began to change. His hair grew out
to the bottom of his shoulder blades. His hips expanded, and his
arms and legs slimmed, but just a bit. "She" was still a sailor and
needed her strength. David finished the change, turning her
completely female, as well as wantonly bisexual. He then turned to
the other crew members who were there and changed them in the same
manner as he had the lead thug, with the exception of giving them
normal sized breasts.
After David restarted everyone, the other women, seemed to just
notice each other, and started groping and fondling each other. The
lead thug, who was the only one to remember his previous existence,
found "her"self gripping her breasts. Openly fondling herself, she
asked Patricia and David, "Please, ladies, would you join us in our
orgy?"
Patricia looked down at her little son. Despite the twitching in her
panties, David was proud to realize that the new mother was
considering the welfare of Elijah before indulging her own enhanced
sex drive. To take her mind off of him, David said, "I'm not going
to get involved, professor. If you'd like, I'll take care of Elijah
while you play."
"I... don't know."
David spoke to her in her mind, using his "Aphrodite" voice. "One
thing I couldn't teach you on the island. Although Amber likes her
lovers to be submissive to her desires, she expects them to be strong
and forceful with all others. She likes to feel she's a domme of
dommes. Feel free to play, hun. David will take good care of our
son."
Patricia smiled. "Thank you, David. I think I will take you up on
your offer." She handed the baby to David then turned on the "girls".
David took Elijah and headed back to the room he and professor Abbott
were sharing. As he walked he wondered how the men thought they
could get away with what they had planned. Surely they must've
realized that the professor and David would've taken their complaints
to the captain. And although the company that owned the ship didn't
make most of their money from the university, the income was sizable
enough that the captain couldn't afford to ignore their complaints.
But almost as soon as he thought the question, he had an answer. The
captain knew about the attempted rape! If they'd've complained,
he'd've promised an investigation, then chosen a couple people (who
hadn't been involved) and fried them as scapegoats. David was
incensed. The captain, more so than anybody else, deserved to be
punished for his abuse of position. But right now, David had to put
his son to bed.
Back on deck, Patricia looked at the woman who had just been a man
about to rape her. Now she was nothing more than a wanton whore,
rubbing her tits and begging for sex. And deep down "he" knew it,
but was unable to stop. Worse yet, he was actually looking forward
to it. Part of him was actually disappointed that Patricia was a
woman and didn't have a long, stiff dick to slam into his pussy.
Patricia told her, "Remove my blouse."
The slut replied, "Yes, ma'am." She stepped up, and quickly
unbuttoned Patricia's blouse. Slut helped her out of the blouse and
took Patricia's breasts in hand. As she rubbed, she purred,
"Mistress, these are so beautiful, almost as large as my own. May I
suck them?"
"After you remove my bra, you may."
Slut almost cooed in pleasure as she reached around and undid
Patricia's bra. She buried her face in the professor's cleavage as
she dropped the bra, and proceeded to lick every inch of Patricia's
bosom that she could get her tongue on. Patricia grabbed Slut's head
and pressed it deeper into her boobs. After Patricia was thoroughly
excited, and even starting to get a little bored, she pushed Slut
away, saying, "Get naked."
Slut almost ripped her clothes off in obedience. Then she said,
"Does my body please you, Mistress?"
"So far. Now lie on your back and finger bang yourself while
fondling your huge titties." Slut lay on her back and jammed three
fingers into her pussy. She pumped in and out while groping her
mammaries, moaning and panting in lust. Soon, Patricia said,
"Enough! Crawl over here. Remove my shoes and socks, then worship
my feet."
Slut crawled over and carefully removed Patricia's footwear, setting
them aside as if they were holy relics. She then kissed and loved
Patricia's feet, rubbing her face against them in abject desire. But
Patricia had never been much of a foot fetishist, so she quickly
said, "Remove my pants and panties."
Slut quickly moved to obey, unbuttoning Patricia's pants. She
grabbed the professor's pants and panties and pulled them both down
in one motion. When she saw Patricia's cock, she cooed, "Ooh, a
dick."
The other transformed girls, who had gotten involved in an orgy of
their own, perked up at this revelation. A couple said, "She's got a
dick?" They came over and looked. They started chattering all at
once. "Ooh, it's so pretty." "Can I touch it?" "It's so long and
hard." "I want to feel it inside me first." "No, me first." "No,
me!"
The girls then started squabbling, so Patricia said, "Don't worry,
ladies, there's plenty of me to go around." They settled down, and
Patricia said, "Okay, I'm going to start with my little Slut here."
There were combined noises of disappointment from the other girls.
"But I will get around to sticking my dick in everyone before the
night is through. Now, Slut, get on your hands and knees." Slut did
as ordered, and Patricia got up behind her. She put her dick to
Slut's pussy and slammed in. She reached around and fondled Slut's
breasts as she banged into the once-male sailor's new sex. And Slut
loved it. Even inside, what remained of the transformees manhood
swooned in pleasure.
Slut moaned in desire and lust, openly saying, "Harder. Faster. Deeper."
And Patricia obliged, pounding into Slut until the transformee
screamed in orgasm. Patricia turned to the others and asked, "Who's
next?" One of the girls, a small blonde who moved quickly, threw
herself in front of Patricia. The professor took her dick in hand
and pounded it into the blonde, until she was orgasming under the
she-male's touch.
Then, one by one, Patricia went through the rest of the women, glad
for the lessons Aphrodite had put her through. The Goddess of Love
had trained her to control her orgasms. Patricia still came like a
man and an orgasm could make her useless for a short while. Not
acceptable when her intended lover was a highly excitable woman at
the peak of her sex life. So Aphrodite had trained her to be able to
keep from experiencing that final moment of orgasmic bliss despite
hours of stimulation. And Patricia used that ability now. She went
through each of the women in turn, driving them to orgasm while
fondling their bodies in whatever way she desired. She finally
allowed herself to orgasm when she had Slut give her a blowjob.
Afterwards, she felt so depleted, she could only deny the girls any
further fun and return to her room. She saw a form curled up on
David's bed and Elijah was asleep in his bassinet. After checking
her son, she got into a nightie and crawled into bed. But before she
fell asleep, there was a shimmer of sparkles in the air, and
Aphrodite appeared before her. "Did you have fun, Patricia?"
"Yes, my goddess. But what will you do with them now? Leave them as
they are?"
"Yes. But don't worry. They're not mindless sluts. At least not
full time. When they're on the job, they're all business. But off
duty, they can refuse no offer of sex, whether from a man or a woman."
"That puts them at high risk for STD's."
"I have made them immune to STD's. Well, not immune so much as able
to heal entirely from them with nothing more than an uncomfortably
high fever. Further, when they have sex with someone with an STD,
they will absorb the disease into their body, effectively healing
their sexual partner. Combined with their sex drives, and the rather
seedy lifestyle of most ports around the world, they will become an
effective, if minor tool against the proliferation of sexually
transmitted diseases."
"You are compassionate as well as powerful, my lady."
"I appreciate your compliments, Patricia. Now you go to bed. My
work isn't finished for tonight." Patricia smiled and curled up,
asleep before Aphrodite was even out of the room.
David shifted his essence from their shared room to the bridge. He
made himself invisible and undetectable to all human senses. There
he found the captain, contemptuously smirking over the rape he
believe was going on. David had scanned his mind earlier and found
out that the captain had been exploiting his position, not only to
protect his nastier crew members, but to run a smuggling ring from
his ship. And she had also found out that the authorities were
closing in on him, but he had arranged to frame his Executive
Officer, an honest man who was himself investigating his suspicions
that the captain was performing illegal actions. David had decided
to wait for the XO to arrive on the bridge before meting out the
captain's punishment.
It wasn't much longer before the XO, Leonard Smith, arrived on deck
for the changing of the watch. This late at night, there was only a
need for one person on deck. The ship was mostly automated, and
would only need more people if an emergency arose. So now, there was
only the captain and the XO on the bridge, and David decided to act.
The captain had just finished relating his report to the XO when he
froze up. The XO asked, "Captain, is something wrong?"
Then he heard a voice in his head. "Think of a woman. Not a lover.
Not someone you take home to mom. But a sexual partner. A slut. A
woman who you don't respect before you have sex with her and who
doesn't care."
Leonard thought, "What's going on here?" but couldn't help but think
of the woman the strange voice described. As he stood there, looking
at the captain, the captain's clothes disappeared, and the top
officer on the boat began to change. The first and most noticeable
change was the breasts he grew on his chest. They were as large as
Patricia Abbott's. Ever since Leonard had seen her, he had
envisioned other women of loose morals as having breasts as large as
hers. He hadn't just assumed the professor was a woman of loose
morals, nor would he ever proposition the woman, even if she were
(too unprofessional), but she had become a driving fantasy in his
daydreams, nonetheless.
The captain continued to change, the changes spreading out from his
breasts like a wave spreading through a crowd at a sporting event.
His neck, shoulders, and waist all shrank, with his arms, legs, and
face following quickly after, his entire body becoming feminine in
its form and dimensions. As his hands and feet changed, his hair
grew out to his shoulders, and took a feminine style. The last thing
to change was his crotch, the captain's dick and balls withdrawing
into his body, being replaced by a moist slit. Then the woman the
captain had become walked toward Leonard, her every move yelling,
"Slutty sex tart walking!"
The XO asked, "What the hell happened?"
"The captain was, as you suspected, running an illegal smuggling
operation. What you did not know was that he had also approved an
attempted rape of my followers, the professor and her student. The
rapists are now all female versions of themselves and that is how all
others will remember them. But the captain will be remembered as he
was. With the information you will find in the captain's cabin, it
will prove that he ran the smuggling rather than you, as he was
arranging the information to make it appear. Now everyone will
assume the captain ran off to avoid prosecution. And the captain
will, in actuality, be trapped inside this body, unable to do
anything but think of sex and obedience to others. Do with her as
you will. She can deny you nothing."
"But who are you?"
"Aphrodite, Goddess of Love."
The captain then said, "Please, Master, command me to have sex with
you." She grabbed and fondled her breasts. "I need it sooo bad."
Leonard hesitated only a few seconds before saying, "Suck my dick, bitch."
As she knelt before him, Leonard heard an amused laugh, descending in
volume as David left the room.
************
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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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