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Subject: {ASSM} Avatar [27/?]
Date: Wed,  8 Nov 2000 18:10:05 -0500
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I've just finished the next installment of this story.  If you missed 
any of the previous installments, they're available on the posts 
archive for members of the mailing lists it's posted to, on 
http://www.deja.com (do a search on alt.sex.stories.moderated), or 
may still be available on alt.sex.stories.moderated, alt.sex.stories, 
or alt.sex.stories.tg.

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 27

ONE MONTH LATER...

Borras walked down the hall to the chambers of high priestess Dalla. 
He was the youngest of the priests who Dalla had converted to the 
cause of the new goddess (he was thirty-eight, young for the 
priesthood).  For slightly over a month, he had been taking the pills 
she had given him and couldn't be happier.  His breasts were well 
developed, his hips had grown wider, and his penis had shrunk to 
almost nothing.  It felt right.  He felt more right than ever before 
in his life.

Had Borras been born in a less repressive country, he may have come 
to the realization that he was a transsexual and perhaps gained the 
help he needed.  As it was, as a child he had no where to go and no 
one to turn to when besieged by the strange feelings.  He had no one 
to talk to when he felt a stronger desire to be with men sexually and 
be friends with women rather than the other way around.  Knowing 
there was no way he'd ever be able to lay with a woman, much less 
produce children, he ran to the priesthood, hoping a life of 
religious duty would purge those evil thoughts.  Instead, he found 
other man lovers and despite wanting to deny those carnal urges, he 
gave in and became one of the secret group of heretical, man loving 
priests.

His rise in the ranks was quick, but that did nothing to deal with 
his guilt and shame.  He was about to do something desperate when he 
had been called to the chambers of General Slovan to perform a 
marriage.  There he met the only woman who had ever excited him. 
General Slovan's new wife Midala seduced him, had him decry his 
faith, and claim allegiance to her goddess.  Then she had revealed 
her large cock (much to his private delight) and fucked his mouth and 
face, treating him like the girl he was supposed to emulate (and 
privately wanted to be).  He was then put into a corset and he and 
the other priests were given commands to convert or remove the rest 
of the priesthood.  They were also given a bottle each full of pills 
which would convert his body into a more feminine shape.

Borras then returned to his offices and went about his new mission. 
His first converts were the members of his "harem," his personal 
assistants and junior priests who, like he, were man lovers.  They 
were easy.  A simple blowjob, refusing to let them cum until they had 
sworn allegiance and he had a whole group of converts.  And over the 
next month, he had found many more new priests to convert.  Now, a 
month later, almost all the priests who believed the old way had been 
transferred to outlying provinces, many having fatal "accidents" once 
there.  Every one at the palace was now of the new faith.

Borras was glad of that, since only followers of the new faith could 
see how feminine he had truly become.  His breasts were now a C cup, 
almost a D, and thanks to the corset he was required to wear, they 
were pushed up and out for the world to admire.  He was proud of his 
breasts.  They were larger than any other priest's and he knew all 
the other priests and their juniors (who had no pills and had to make 
do with corsets and female clothes under their robes) were jealous of 
him.  He was also glad that his penis had shriveled to almost 
nothing.  It required him to serve the female role in sex, another 
thing that inspired jealousy in his partners.

Borras came to the outside of the chambers of Dalla.  He knocked 
deferentially and waited until he heard Dalla call out, "Enter."  He 
stepped in, closed the door behind him, and knelt.

Dalla was standing in the center of the room getting her cunt eaten 
by her husband.  Her co-wives and fellow priestesses were on the bed, 
playing with each other, oblivious to anyone or anything else in the 
room.  Off to one side was an elderly, naked man, kneeling like 
Borras.  It took a few seconds for Borras to identify the man as 
Colonel Karkell, one of General Slovan's men, and judging by the B 
cup breasts, Borras guessed he was also gaining the benefit of the 
pills Dalla had.

When Dalla saw him, she said, "Welcome, Borras.  Just one second." 
Borras waited and watched as the general licked out his wife, wishing 
he was where Dalla was.  It was a short while later that Dalla came. 
As soon as she did, General Slovan stood and bolted for the bathroom. 
Borras heard sounds of retching inside as Dalla turned, saying, "Ah, 
my favorite priest, Borras.  The goddess has noticed you and knows of 
your work."

"I endeavor to serve, mistress."

"And you do.  You have done a far more thorough job than your 
colleagues in conversions and detections.  You have earned a reward."

"Oh, mistress, thank you.  If I may, what is my reward?"

"You are to be married.  You are to become General Karkell's new wife."

Borras nearly swooned.  True, he could've been happier with a 
younger, more virile husband, but he would be a wife!  A woman! 
"Thank you!  Thank you, milady!"

"Yes, yes.  Now stand and remove your robes."

Borras quickly did as ordered, standing in nothing more than his 
corset and panties.  Dalla reached out and took his breasts in hand. 
He felt a pain shoot through him, an erotic pain.  He looked down and 
saw his bosom expand to mammoth proportions.  He felt his body change 
to a far curvier form and his hair and nails grow.  When the pain 
ceased, he fell to his knees, his massive boobs swinging freely 
underneath him.  He quickly got up, amazed at the basketball sized 
orbs hanging from his chest.

Dalla told him, "Take a look at yourself," and pointed at a mirror. 
He went over and took a good look, starting at the tip of his head 
and going down.  His head and hair were more beautiful than any woman 
he had ever seen.  His face now had an alluring quality that could 
beckon many men to infidelity.  His black hair had a lion's mane 
fullness and trailed down to his buttocks.  His bosom seemed tailor 
made to draw men in for nuzzling and sucking.  His arms were slim and 
very feminine with long, beautiful nails.  His abdomen was curved and 
ready to have strong arms wrap around them.  His hips were wide and 
sensuous, but it was looking at his hips, or more accurately what was 
on them, that nearly broke him down in tears of sadness.  His penis, 
previously shrunken to a little nub, was now a monstrous size, 
stretching his panties out of shape.

He cupped it, turned to Dalla, and asked, "Why?"

"Make it larger?  Because the recently promoted general Karkell has 
been assigned to a trip to America to discuss an end to the 
hostilities in our country, and he needs a wife for appearances sake. 
However, since the general lost his wife he can no longer get it up 
with a woman.  He needs a penis to get excited, and thanks to the 
pills he's been taking, he never gets hard.  Since you, as the woman, 
or closest approximation, will be the controlling partner, you get 
the large penis."

Borras was disappointed, but unwilling to argue the point.  Dalla 
said, "Borras, I know of your secret desire to be a full woman, but 
you have not yet earned that right.  Be glad that I choose to work 
the goddess's will and change you into an almost woman like Midala. 
This trip to the United States is very important, and I would not 
send just anyone there.  You must work to convert others to our 
goddess's cause.  Like Midala, men will lust after you.  Use that to 
our advantage.  And if you get a little frustrated at not being a 
full woman, express it in the sex with your husband, just nothing 
visual."

"If I do a good job here, will you change me into a full woman?"

"Perhaps.  We will discuss that upon your return."

"Yes, ma'am."

"For now, to the world, you are General Karkell's wife, Brassa."  The 
previous Borras was a little upset.  Brassa was a well known whore's 
name, but "she" knew that where she was going no one would know that. 
"Go with Karkell back to the guest quarters.  There you will find a 
new set of clothes.  Get dressed quickly and go straight to the 
airport.  A plane from America awaits you there."

"Yes, ma'am."  Without further hesitation, Brassa moved to obey, the 
general falling into step behind her.  After she was gone, Dalla 
snorted.  Brassa was a fool.  As if Dalla would ever change any male 
into a real female.

Inside the guest quarters, Brassa was disappointed but not surprised 
to find that her clothes were low cut blouses and skirts that came to 
just below her knees, whore's clothes.  But she also knew that the 
women in the United States were allowed more freedom in their dress, 
and this would probably be acceptable, even desirable, dress for a 
woman.  She quickly dressed and primped as her husband finished 
dressing.  They quickly went to the airport and boarded the plane.

The plane's flight crew was friendly enough, but also more than just 
a bit condescending, and if Brassa and her husband said less than 
would be expected, they just chalked it up to a sense of wonder at 
being on the American jet.  But it wasn't the high-tech jet that kept 
the two silent.  Both had seen similar before, although only in the 
form of military craft.  Rather, it was Brassa's anger.  She blamed 
her husband for not being able to be the woman she wanted to be. 
Karkell said nothing since his new religion required him to be 
subservient to women and his new wife obviously wanted his silence. 
It took a few hours to get to Washington D.C. and the entire ride was 
made in silence.

When they arrived at the U.S. capitol, it was late, so they were 
shown immediately to a high class hotel room for a night's sleep 
before their meeting the next day with the president.  Brassa was 
amazed at the level of wealth shown in the decor of the room.  Only 
in the best rooms of the capitol back home would she have seen 
anywhere near the level she had seen in this building and others 
nearby.

Both got undressed, he down to nothing, she down to her corset, then 
Karkell stood by the bed, waiting for her command.  She was tempted 
to tell him to bed down on the floor, but if someone came in, it 
might hurt Karkell's bargaining position to be seen laying 
submissively on the floor.  Besides, she did need to consummate the 
marriage, and since he could no longer do it, she'd have to be the 
one.

She set the pillows in a stack at the head of the bed, then got on 
the bed and sat on the pillows.  She took her dick and one breast in 
hand and stroked them a bit before she told her husband, "Get up here 
and blow me."  Karkell climbed up between her legs, took her dick in 
hand, and gently licked at its head.  She moved her hand up to her 
other breast as he licked up and down the length of her dick.  He 
went along the outside of her dick, getting her hard before engulfing 
as much of her shaft as he could in his mouth.  He wasn't very good, 
but he did keep her hard until she finally said, "Get up here so I 
can fuck you."

He obediently climbed up and straddled her.  As he did, she got a 
good look at her new dick.  Hard, she was a little over 20 cm. in 
length, where before she had started on those pills, she had been 
approximately 13.  She took her dick in hand and pressed it to his 
sphincter.  He pushed back and down, skewering himself on her.  She 
pressed his face to her bosom and bounced him up and down.  He licked 
diligently, although it was more methodical than with any passion, 
but between his tongue and ass, she quickly came, filling him with 
her seed.  After they finished, he climbed off and lay beside her.

She said, "You didn't cum."

"I don't need to.  I am just here for your pleasure."

Listening to him, she was sure he was sincere, and also that he 
didn't want any pleasure for himself.  She thought about it as he 
drifted off to sleep.  According to the precepts of her new faith, 
this was proper.  As a female, even a female with a dick, she was far 
greater than he would ever be.  He should do whatever he could for 
her and be concerned only with his own pleasure afterwards and only 
on his own time.  But if that was so, why did she feel so guilty?

The next day, they got up early and got dressed.  It was formal 
attire from their homeland, he in a uniform, she in a low cut dress. 
Underneath, she was wearing a corset and panties.  Her corset only 
lifted her breasts but didn't cover, so her nipples were visible 
underneath her dress.  Which was all for the best.  The president she 
was seeing was one of the most lascivious and unfaithful presidents 
of all times.  He had been caught cheating on his wife multiple times 
and there were rumors of his having been involved in numerous other 
affairs.  Seducing him should be easy.

They were escorted with a lot of pomp and circumstance to the White 
House to see the president.  The meeting quickly got underway, and, 
for the rest of the day, the politicking went on.  She acted as 
translator for her husband.  As President Stan Cartman presented an 
image of them risking world wide censure and possible embargoes of 
goods and supplies, she and Karkell painted the picture of their now 
abandoned religion as being the victim of the opposing religious 
culture, and everything they had done was just in the name of the 
defense of their own beliefs.  She told stories of having made 
numerous advances of peace, only to be rebuffed and the messengers 
often being killed.  Truth was, the battle between the religions in 
her country went back centuries, and not even the oldest grandparents 
could remember neither the last time peace was attempted nor the 
reasons why they fought.

The discussions went on long into the night, and over the course of 
the day she saw the president gazing lustfully at her breasts many 
times.  Eventually, most of the president's aides went off to sleep, 
figuring the president would depart soon after the last.  Towards the 
end of the evening, Karkell pretended to nod off to sleep, but Brassa 
kept things going.

After the last of the president's aides departed, it didn't take long 
before Cartman got to "other" business.  He stood and said, "You 
paint a pretty grim picture, miss, but how do I know what you're 
saying is true?"

"You could go to my country.  See for yourself."

"Possibly.  If there was only some incentive."

"What can I do to convince you, sir?"

"Perhaps a little more physical expression of your concern."

Brassa saw the president's secret service man roll his eyes, 
apparently having seen this or something like it before.  "Mister 
president, you ask me to cheat on my husband?  My beliefs permit such 
a thing, but only with those of my own faith.  Would you swear fealty 
to the goddess?"

"If you wish it."

Brassa could tell by the look in his eyes that Cartman thought he was 
just paying lip service to his words, that he'd just say a few pretty 
words, get some nookie, and pretend nothing had been said later on. 
Of course, once he made an oath to the goddess, he'd have no choice 
but to obey.  She took her necklace out and said, "Take hold of this 
and swear that the beliefs of the goddess will become your own."

He took hold of it and quickly rattled off the words.  His tone was 
noncommittal, but as soon as he finished, there was a subtle shift of 
his features as Terry took a bit of his heart for her own.  She said, 
"Now if your guard is to remain, then he must also swear to the 
goddess."

The president looked over and ordered him to swear to the goddess. 
The man shrugged.  He had never been the religious type (one of the 
reasons why the man had been chosen by the president for this post), 
so thought nothing of making the oath.

When Terry had claimed the guard, Brassa said, "Undo my dress."  The 
dress was homemade so it needed untying rather than unzipping, but 
the president quickly obeyed.  She then hefted her breasts and said, 
"Each take one and show me how much you'd love a pair of your own."

In another room, the first lady, Grace Cartman, was awakened by a 
strange feeling.  Without even knowing why, she got up and headed 
towards the area where her husband had been doing his negotiations 
with that couple.  When she got there, she heard strange noises, so 
she opened the door a crack and peeked in.  She saw the foreign woman 
with her dress off, and both her husband and his guard were leaned 
over, sucking on her breasts, and she felt the rage rise.  It was 
nothing she hadn't experienced before.  Every time she had caught him 
cheating, she had felt it.  The only thing good to have come from 
their marriage was their son, and Grace was about ready to get a 
divorce and damn the political consequences.

Normally, the rage went away quickly, but this time, there was an 
entity there to take advantage of it.  As her husband moved around to 
the back of the foreign woman and pulled her panties down, Grace 
heard a voice say, "He exploits and abuses you.  You can command him."

"How?  What can I do?"

"Accept my control.  Worship me."

"I don't know."

"Think of all the times he's degraded you.  Think of all those women. 
You could have control of him, make him your slave."

"Alright, I accept."  Grace was suffused with Terry's power and 
became one of her priestesses, complete with miniature gold sword 
necklace.  She stepped into the room, and, knowing about Brassa's 
origins, said, "Enough, hubby, time to give this girl some oral sex." 
Not really sure why he was suddenly so submissive to his wife, he 
nevertheless pulled out and walked around Brassa.  He knelt and was 
stunned by the large dick now in front of him.  He wasn't allowed 
much hesitation before Grace ordered, "Suck it!" and he mindlessly 
leapt forward and sucked it into his mouth.

Brassa was a bit disappointed.  She had wanted to get fucked rather 
than do the fucking, but her new priestess commanded and she must 
obey.

As Cartman sucked on Brassa's dick, Grace said, "You service that 
throbbing member so well.  I think from here on out you'll be gay. 
The only way you'll get any sex from now on is with those with dicks."

The president continued to suck on Brassa's dick as she ordered the 
secret service man, who was still sucking on Brassa's dick, "You! 
You've protected him on his escapades, so you'll be gay, too.  Get 
down there and help him love that dick."  The secret service man 
immediately went to his knees and licked at the part of Brassa's dick 
outside the president's mouth.  The two jockeyed for position and 
eventually Cartman let Brassa's dick out of his mouth.  The two 
pinned the dick between their lips and slid up and down its length, 
kissing each other around the dick.  Brassa played with her own boobs 
as the two sucked on her and was soon cumming, spraying over both 
their faces.

As soon as she finished cumming, Grace said, "Get up!"  The two 
obeyed, and she continued, "I've decided you two will be boyfriends. 
Stan, you will be utterly submissive to your lover.  As members of 
the new religion, you both aspire to greater femininity?"

Both responded, "Yes, ma'am."

"Good."  She waved her hand and both men grew small breasts under 
their clothes.  "There.  Now go play with each other."  The two went 
to a corner of the room and started undressing each other.

Brassa asked, "What would you have me do, ma'am?"

"You and I are going to seduce the entire house.  Soon our goddess 
will own the most powerful residence in the most powerful nation on 
the globe."

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