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Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "Goddess" (3/3)
Date: 1 Sep 1995 00:16:57 GMT
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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. 



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                            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.