From: b1223@ix.netcom.com (b1223 ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "Goddess" (3/3) Date: 1 Sep 1995 00:16:57 GMT Organization: Netcom Message-ID: <425jdp$709@ixnews6.ix.netcom.com> Didn't write it, not responsible for it. Enjoy it! -Lisa Blades NOTE FROM THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR: This work is Copyrighted. All rights reserved. You may, however, upload this file to any person or service as long as it remains unaltered. Hard copies may be produced so long as everything below "CUT HERE WITH A SHARP KNIFE" remains unaltered. This is a recurring dream, or perhaps nightmare, I once had for twelve consecutive nights. A man awakens in a two-room prison(?) with no memory or knowledge of anything. When he notices the statue of what must be a Goddess bizarre things begin to happen. It is a reverie about large breasts, a confused guy, large breasts, transformations, large breasts, a voluptuous statue, and of course...large breasts. I would greatly appreciate any and all critiques. If you hate it, let me know. If you love it, let me know. If you're completely impassive, let me know. Please send all critiques or comments to CheyenneCM@aol.com. ( continued from second file ) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> CUT HERE WITH A SHARP KNIFE <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< GODDESS Cheyenne Chaste Moon He opened his eyes and saw, across the room, his companion lying on her side and wriggling, ever so slowly, through the doorway. He also noticed that now, like himself, she had a most ample bosom. She raised her eyes to meet his, and he, while remaining seated, scooted across the small to her, then got to his knees and sat back, with his buttocks resting on his heels, and his extraordinary breasts resting on his thighs, with his prominent, rigid nipples thrust obtrusively just inches from his companion's face. He intertwined his fingers, placed his forearms atop his huge breasts, placed his chin on his hands, then gazed lovingly over the curve of his bosom to his troubled companion. "Hello there," he quipped, smiling. Her eyes twinkled and smiled back. She was glad to see that he was no longer disparaging over his body, for she thought him to be most beautiful. She loved him, and she knew that he was the way he was because he tried to protect her from the same fate. How she wished Goddess had allowed her to speak. The things she would tell him; so many things. She would declare her love for him over and over again. He was everything she ever dreamt of. "Fall over did we?" he asked teasingly. She nodded. "Can't get up, huh? He was jesting, of course, for he knew she couldn't. He had difficulty himself, and he had the use of his arms. He placed his palms on the floor and leaned forward, his bulbous breasts swinging toward his companion's face. "Perhaps I should leave you like that." She roughly shook her head. His grin beamed brilliantly, and he tittered. "What am I going to do with you?" He moved behind her and took her by her shoulders. He was in awe, temporarily, for she was so warm and soft, and aside from the statue of Goddess, he could not remember anything so exciting. As he pulled his companion to a sitting position, her silky soft hair brushed his receptive nipples, sending a chill through him. He walked around her in front, straddled her legs, crouched down, his breasts resting atop hers, which sent another thrill through him, held her shoulders, then pulled her to her feet. As he did, their enormous breasts squeezed each other in a battle for their own space. They both won, for during the fight their ultra sensitive nipples kissed each other, sending erotic exhilarations through them both. His loins stirred, and his manhood sprang to attention, and he had an uncontrollable urge to kiss her lush, full lips, but the villainous gag prevented that, so he pulled her tighter, squeezing their oversized breasts more, and managed to kiss her chin. He could feel her passion build, and could feel his own about to explode. He knew, this time, that it had to be fulfilled, and that his companion was feeling the same. His hands traveled down her sides to her petite waist, while his mouth dropped to her beckoning, vivacious nipples, which he heatedly suckled, licked and nibbled. While his mouth was busy with one teat, one hand would caress the other teat, and his other hand would tickle and massage his companion's feminine secrets. She pressed closer to him, moaning constantly in ecstasy, although her sounds of pleasure never once escaped the gag. She wanted to get closer to him. She wanted him to get closer to her. She was so wild with passion, so tingling with pleasure she could hardly breath. She had an orgasm...then another. He felt them with her, and felt his own, then they dropped to their knees, their bodies in heat, glistening in the dim light of the room. He laid under her, with his hands on her thighs, and directed her hips downward until she had mounted his bulging, pulsating, hungry staff. She rode him, and, as she did, he stimulated her erotic, ultra sensitive breasts, as well as his own, which, at that moment, he was thrilled to have, and they both climaxed over and over again; seemingly endlessly. Their intense, amorous passions mounted as time passed, and they continued their pleasurable, nonstop, fiery love making for what, from lack of a time reference, may have been days. They finally exhausted themselves and fell into a long, deep, well needed sleep, still entwined in one another. In his dream, their vigorously passionate love making continued. This was a different dream than his past ones, for in this dream he, and his companion, though they were no longer wearing corsets, still had their miniscule waists, and still, to the immense joy of them both, had their enormous one hundred-inch breasts. And he thought how heavenly his companion looked. She looked like Goddess, or rather, like he envisioned the statue of Goddess to look. He considered her to be, even though there was no such thing, in any universe, more than perfect. When he awoke, he was pleased, and content, and full of love. The first thing he saw was his companion, who was lying atop him, still asleep. He thought how glorious life would be, to always awaken with his beautiful companion, lovingly, lying with him. Her stupendous breasts were strategically lying on either side of his miniscule waist, while she was facing him with her chin wedged in the cleavage of his own tremendous breasts. He smiled, remembering recent events, then gently managed a kiss on her forehead. He did not know when she would awaken, and he did not wish to disturb her, so, to idly whittle away the time, he slowly, gently, caressed his copious breasts, and teased his proficient nipples. Aside from being overly large, they were rather pleasurable things, he intimately confessed to himself. He held absolutely no animosity for them now, and, though he still thought them huge, heavy, and cumbersome; which they were; he was, strangely enough, infinitely delighted to have them. As he laid there, with his fingers prancing over his vibrant breasts, he could feel his emotions, once again, rise, and the stirring in his loins began to mount. He felt his effector swell, and he knew if he didn't stop now he would need his companion to relieve him. But, that's what he wanted, so he continued, more vigorously, with immense pleasure. When his companion awoke, his eyes were closed, he was moaning gleefully, and he could feel his engorged staff throb yearningly. She shook her head, causing his glorious, pleasurable breasts to wobble, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a smile in hers. She rubbed her silky hair against his breasts in greeting. "Hello, sleepy head," he responded with a smile. She rolled onto her side so he could climb to his feet, and as he did, she noticed something which terrified her. He saw the look of horror in her eyes, which quickly faded to sympathy, then to despair, and finally exploded into horror again. Following her stare, he quickly glanced down...which was a really useless thing to do. "Aaaahh," he complained, more to himself than to her. He swiftly bounced to the mirror, then, like his companion, he was struck with horror. His steely, erect manhood was gone! He was wide eyed, and speechless. His hands darted to his emptiness, and found nothing but smooth, tight, unblemished skin between his legs, as if nothing had ever been there. Yet, his mind was telling him that his effector was there, and that it was hard, and aching for some relief. But it wasn't. His hands and eyes proved that. He could get as sexually aroused as he wanted, only now he had no way of releasing it. He collapsed to the floor and cried. As he lay weeping, his companion wriggled her way between him and the mirror and gazed at her own form in it, and was relieved to find that she still had her sexual port, which made her feel even more miserable for the person she loved. She didn't know what to do, so she rolled over and placed her head gently on his soft, pillowy breasts, and tried to soothe him. His sorrow and self pity slowly turned into unfocused anger. He hated this place, and everything about it. He hated that his manhood was stripped from him; that he had been cursed with disgusting, monstrous breasts; that his waist was being cruelly constricted; that he was a prisoner in a two room universe; and even his companion. But, most of all, he hated Goddess for doing all this to him. And he hated that his companion was touching him, especially that she was touching his loathsome breasts. To her surprise, he pushed her away, then climbed to his feet and, with his gargantuan breasts quaking before him, stormed to the statue. "Goddess!!" he bellowed vehemently, losing his breath. "Yes, number twelve?" Goddess answered in her soothing, loving voice, which never seemed to change. "Why?! Why have you done this thing to me?!" "I have done nothing." "Nothing?! You call this nothing? You took my manhood! Now I'm nothing more than a walking, sexless, pair of monstrous breasts!" "This thing which upsets you, number twelve, you have done to yourself. When I gave you your companion, I commanded of you only one thing. That was to never touch her. You broke that commandment." A stark reality set upon him as he remembered this condition. "Yes, but to punish me so cruelly..." "Cruelty, as is beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. I merely made an assurance that your act could not repeat itself." "I can't take this anymore!" he emphasized, waving his arms about, causing his gigantic breasts to wobble. "I want out of here!" He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. "I don't care what it takes!" "Very well," he heard Goddess say. "Bring your companion here, and it shall be done." He wasn't sure if he had heard correctly. Had she said he was to be set free? He was afraid to ask her, so he decided to do what he thought he had heard. He turned to get his companion and spied her wriggling through the doorway. He rushed to her with his bodacious breasts jouncing gleefully, then joyfully helped her to her feet. "Did you hear? We're to be set free." He pulled her tight and kissed her cute little nose. Though pleased for him, she did not share his joy, for she somehow knew. They walked side by side to the statue of Goddess, his arm around her shoulders. Their mighty breasts, which, together, formed a spectacular, bewildering sight, as they created a formidable tsunami of female flesh. "We are here, Goddess." "Very well. Are you sure you wish to leave, number twelve?" "Yes. Very much. More than anything." "Very well then. To leave this place, you need merely to pass through the door." He turned and glanced at the large, wooden door which had frustrated him for so long. "Once on the other side you will decide again, and forever, if you wish to leave this place." He did not understand this, for he was positive he wanted to leave, and he was sure he had made that clear enough. He and his companion walked jointly to the door, which, when he pulled on the large, ornate handle, opened ever so easily. They stepped through the doorway, and directly in front of them was the statue of Goddess. His companion dropped to her knees immediately, and, until he turned and glanced back through the doorway, he wondered why she had done this. As the door was closing, he saw that the statue was still silently standing where it always had. He then turned back around and noticed a pleasant glow around this statue. He knew then that it was no statue, but Goddess, herself, and he quickly dropped to his knees, bowing his head. "Please forgive me, Goddess," he hushed, trembling. "Please rise. There is no need for such liturgy," she informed the duo. He helped his companion to her feet, and gazed hypnotically at Goddess. He finally spoke, without moving his eyes, which were transfixed on her form, as if he were in a trance. "You are beautiful beyond words, Goddess." "I am as you imagine me to be." He stood there, for a long time, gazing at her incredible, heavenly beauty, which was beyond anything in his dreams, then finally, slowly, he began to notice his surroundings. "Where are we?" "We are here," Goddess informed him, spreading her arms. "This is the Great Hall of Decision." He scanned the surroundings. Ahead of him was a hallway of seemingly infinite length, but at the end of it he could just make out a door. The left wall, from door to door, floor to ceiling, was a solid mirror. The right side was dotted with little cubicles, eight foot square, which had open fronts so the interiors could be fully reflected in the mirrored wall. Goddess lead the two of them down the Great Hall of Decision on an ominous, unnarrated tour. The first little room was empty except of a lone woman, who was gagged and chained to the rear wall with her arms and legs spread as far as they could possibly be. She was unclad, with the exception of a corset similar to the ones worn by him and his companion, which, too, constricted her waist to an astonishing seventeen inches. That was not the only similarity he had with this woman, for her breasts were also like his; huge, round, firm, and topped with large, pink nipples which thrust out defiantly. He stood for a while, pondering what she must have done to deserve such a punishment. The three of them moved on to the next cubicle. This too, like the first one, was filled only with a lone woman. She, too, had the outlandish breasts and waist, and, just as his companion was, she too was bound. She was lying on her stomach, which he knew from personal experience to be most uncomfortable with such colossal breasts. And she wore a steel collar which was attached to the floor by only a few links of chair, which prevented her from moving and relieving the pain in her breasts. He felt for her. They visited nine other cubicles, and each one held in it a lone female prisoner, who's confinement seemed to be more strict and cruel that the last, and who all had the same familiar physique as his own. At the end of the hall, the twelfth cubicle was empty, and they stopped in front of it. "This cubicle is for you," Goddess imparted with a flourish of her hand. He was shocked! "For you to depart through this door, you must fill the display with your companion." His companion was not stunned or scared, for she would willingly submit if it meant his freedom. He did not look at her, or Goddess, but bowed his head and stared vacantly at his vast breasts. He sighed. "I...cannot." "Do you not wish to leave?" "No. This world of which I dream is so beautiful I would do anything to..." His voice faded away as he realized what he was saying. Did he truly mean the words he spoke, or were they just words? He did indeed wish to be free of his prison. But for what price? His eyes ran across his immense breasts until they reached the mirror where they focused on the eyes of his companion. She slowly nodded, telling him it was alright. His eyes shifted back to the reflection of his own bizarre figure. "When I leave, will I be as I am, or as I used to be?" he asked Goddess. "You will be as you wish." He stared at himself in the mirror, and felt absolutely nothing. "I don't think..." He paused, slowly raised his hand, and softly touched his left breast. "It doesn't really matter," he announced somberly. He then turned and faced Goddess. "What must I do?" "Close your eyes and envision your companion in the display ..and it will be." He turned and faced his companion, and stared into her eyes, then slowly closed his own and dreamt. "Very well done, number twelve," Goddess told him. He slowly opened his eyes and looked into the cubicle. He found his companion gagged and restrained exactly as he had envisioned. He didn't feel very pleased. He slowly turned to face Goddess and whispered, "How long must she remain here?" "For eternity." A lump caught in his throat, and he choked. He felt sick. "Go now. You are free. The world of your dreams lies just beyond that door." He turned and stumbled toward the door. Stopping with his hand on the handle, he turned and, once more, for possibly the last time, gazed into the eyes of his companion. She returned it, lovingly. He pulled the handle and opened the door wide, and his senses were enjoyably assaulted by the beauty his dreams scarcely scratched. His dream world was one step away, and it was an extreme contrast to what he was used to. All he had to do was take that one step and he would be free; he would be home. He didn't, however, take that step. His companion had given up everything for him, and now he would give up everything for her. He loved her. He released the handle, turned, and headed back toward Goddess, without once looking back toward the world which he so long dreamt to be a part of. "I cannot. I love her, and if she must remain here, then I will relinquish my freedom and remain here with her." "Very well." Goddess smiled at him. There was a blinding white light, and, when it faded, he saw, standing next him, in all her splendid glory, his companion. "Your decision pleases me, number twelve," he heard Goddess say. "You are the first to surrender all for your companion. You are most unique...or perhaps man is changing. Perhaps I should reconsider destroying him. I shall see what number thirteen holds, then I shall decide. But, fear not, number twelve. You and your companion shall remain eternally safe, regardless of my decision. And for your altruism, I shall reward you." Her arm flourished toward the door. "You both are free. Go now, for I give you a life together, full of pleasure, joy, caring, and love. I give you my blessing that you and your companion may touch in whatever ways please you." He and his companion were overjoyed by the generosity of Goddess. His companion was no longer gagged or fettered, and neither of them were wearing the corsets. She did, however, still have her enormous, one hundred-inch breasts, and her miniscule, seventeen-inch waist...as did he. And he, number twelve, was now a complete woman, beautiful, sensual, excitable. They held hands, for the first time, and they gazed longingly into each other's eyes, then they quietly passed through the doorway into a beautiful, glorious world. The two of them made romantic, impassioned, breathless love. And as number twelve's companion loved her, she knew she had made the right choice; the only choice. She was a woman, in her heart as well as in her wondrous new body, and she loved her companion.