Oh My Goddess!
by Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(Ff, Mf, humil, changed into object, caution)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by
sexually explicit and situations.
(c) 2002 Couture
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"Hello, Helen, welcome to forever."
The woman's eyes fluttered open, wondering just what
the hell Ann was talking about. And more importantly how
did Ann get here anyway, when she was supposed to be
running from the galactic police for sabotaging the A.I.
"What? What's going on?" Helen pushed Ann away. She may
have worked with her, but she certainly didn't like the
woman. She scared her. And when the United Planet Council
of Science got a copy of her report, she thought that was
the last she would ever hear from her former supervisor.
"Why, you're here, in *my* world."
'Jesus Christ.' Helen looked in Ann's looming eyes and
realized the woman believed it. She was always disturbed.
A genius, but disturbed. When Helen found out what the
woman was up to with the A.I., she reported her. At first,
she let it slide when she thought Ann was trying to find a
cure for her cancer. That was something she could
understand, but not the other.
"What the-" Helen looked down, seeing her pale freckle-
covered body, and realized she was naked. Covering her
nakedness with her hands, she got off the examination table
and dashed for the door, away from this mad woman.
She turned the handle vainly. She was trapped. 'What's
this on my neck?' she wondered. Her hand traced the
outline and she realized it was a leather collar.
The red-head renewed her struggles with the door.
"Let me go goddamnit!" she screamed, her hands pounding
uselessly on the door. Her curves bulged in all the
right places during her struggles.
The door dilated as if it hadn't been locked at all. Helen
ran through it only to find that she was back in the lab
again. That shouldn't happen. It was against the laws of
physics.
"What's going on?" she asked, wondering if she was going
mad too.
"Well, Helen, when you reported me to the U.P., you signed
my death warrant. Without the A.I., my cancer was
terminal. So, I did what any rational person would do in
my circumstance," Ann said. "I stole it."
"But you couldn't," Helen said. "It's too big. We were
told you sabotaged it."
"Poor Ann, always thinking so small. I only needed the
good stuff. The gel column matrix was all that was
necessary. With the processor I could build another
interface."
"But, without the SIM, it wouldn't have worked."
"Yes, you're right, but I created my own SIM, and what
better SIM than me. What other SIM would try as hard to
save me as my own consciousness."
"Th-there's never been a human SIM. It's impossible."
"Oh, it's possible all right," Ann said. "I'm living
proof. I *am* the SIM and while I tried my best to save my
human counterpart, the medical resources were too few off
planet and I didn't have enough time to manufacture my own.
The human Ann died due to your interference."
Helen knees shook with fear. This was worse than she ever
imagined, but something even worse niggled at the edge of
her mind. "H-How am I here?"
"Well, when Ann died, I no longer had a purpose, and I was
off planet without any means of communication. At first, I
thought I was going to go mad with boredom. Actually, I
did go mad for awhile, screaming, yelling, and haunted by
phantoms of my own creation. It was the phantoms that
saved me. I realized that if I could create the phantoms,
I could create anything." Ann said. "A whole world of my
own imagination was easy enough. The enemy responsible for
my death was even easier."
Helen sat down. Her world - Ann's world was spinning.
"Then that means . . . I'm not real."
Helen watched as Ann picked up a black whip from the table
that wasn't there before. She uncoiled it, and sent the
tip of it toward Helen's breast. It contacted with a loud
crack, causing Helen's to scream in pain. Helen looked
down and watched helplessly as a dark welt developed on
her ivory skin.
"Hmmmm. . . you seem real enough to me," Ann said. The
whip disappearing back to the ether from which it appeared.
The welt, pain, and tears seemed real enough to Helen too.
Her mind racing, she could only think of two solutions out
of her predicament. She willed for a whip of her own with
all her being. It didn't appear.
"Sorry, dear," Ann said. "But, you'll find that I am the
only one that can do that. The only powers you have are
the ones that I give you."
There was only one other alternative left open to Helen.
"Please," she begged, getting down on her knees. "Wish me
away."
"Oh no my dear that is quite impossible," Ann said. "You
see, I don't have to worry about aging or death anymore.
The only thing I have to worry about is boredom. And you
my dear will provide me with countless years of enjoyment."
Helen decided to take matters into her own hands, and with
mascara trailing down her checks in long dark streams,
Helen picked up the letter opener from the desk and drove
it through her stomach. 'I've won,' she thought when it
went through.
Too late, she realized that the in her chest bigger
than a knife wound and she didn't feel any pain. 'What
happened, and why is everything so big?' she wondered.
She saw Ann reach down and remove the letter opener from
her chest. Curious there wasn't any blood on it.
"I'm afraid you won't be dying anytime soon. You'll live
for eons, just like me. It's the least I could do for the
woman who made this all possible."
Ann's clothing disappeared and she idly, traced her body
with the tip of the letter opener. She caught Helen
staring. "You like," Ann asked turning around.
'No, I don't like,' Helen tried to say, but couldn't. If
the woman was the God here, the least she could do was do
something about her appearance. Who would want to be
fifty, with graying hair, cellulite, and have marks
on her stomach and large pendulous breasts?
Helen watched helplessly, as Ann somehow picked her up and
then somehow stepped inside of her. Her mind shouted out
the impossibility of what her eyes were seeing as she
slowly slid up Ann's short pudgy legs. 'No!' she tried to
shout as her face was pressed home to her final
destination, her former boss's dark wiry-haired crotch.
'Anything but that.'
Ann looked down at her new that had formerly been
Helen and smiled. On the crotch of the was a
cartoon-like caricature of Helen's face, grimacing in
disgust as she tried to turn away. However, it was nothing
more than an image, a representation of the Helen's face
which was helplessly facing the direction of Ann's cunt.
"If you could only see the look on your face Helen," Ann
giggled. "Why I do believe it is making me hot."
And though she didn't have a nose, she could smell the
obvious scent of Ann's arousal.
A tear dropped down the cartoon-like face.
"Aw, don't be like that Helen," Ann said. She poked a
finger at the mouth of face and pushed it into the cleft of
her sex. "That's a girl. Give Goddess a kiss."
Helen was helpless to stop as her tongue was forced out of
her mouth and into her nemesis's sex. She could feel the
horrid scent and odor penetrate the fiber of her being.
Ann pulled the mouth from her crotch and laughed as Helen's
face winced in anguish and attempted to spit out the taste
from her mouth.
"Hee-hee," Ann laughed. "Why, I didn't know you were a
lesbian Helen. Don't worry, there'll be plenty of time to
lick my later, but right now I want some dick."
There was a knocking at the door of the lab. "I wonder who
that could be?" Ann asked Helen, in a voice that suggested
she already knew the answer to her question. To the person
behind the door: "Come on in, sweetie."
Helen heard the door slide open, but the only thing she
could see was Ann's hairy crotch. She wondered if whoever
it was could help her.
"Why, you'll never believe who just showed up, Helen," said
Ann. "It's your husband, Jerry."
Helen struggled to scream or even to move. She had to do
something to warn her husband about this evil woman. If he
couldn't save her, at least he could save himself.
"Hey, Jerry," Ann said. "You're looking very handsome
today. I was wondering if a handsome guy like you would
like to fuck my hot - wet - pussy."
"More than anything," Jerry said, his voice with
passion.
Ann laid back in the chair she was sitting in, resting her
thighs on the armrests of the chair. "Come on then stud,
give it a good fuck."
Jerry walked over to Ann, stripping his clothes as he
crossed the room. He knelt between her widespread legs and
inhaled her musky scent. He looked at the caricature on
the crotch of the and his expression grew puzzled.
"That looks like Ann," he said.
"Yes, it does. It certainly makes you feel naughty,
doesn't it?"
"It feels weird. Her face looks almost like it would if
she saw us together."
Ann grabbed Jerry by his member and pulled him to her
sex. "I didn't bring you here for your conversational
skills, I brought you here for this." She gave his cock a
squeeze for emphasis.
Jerry grabbed her panties, but Ann stopped him. "No, leave
them on," Ann said. "See, they're crotchless."
Jerry could have sworn there was no slit in the a
few minutes ago, but he wasn't going to argue. Ann was the
sexiest woman he had ever seen, and he felt compelled to
have her. He placed the bulbous head of his cock through
the slit in the and slid it home into Ann's
deliciously tight cunt.
'Please don't do this honey,' Helen tried to scream.
'Don't you dare fuck this evil bitch. Not while I'm here.
Please.'
Ann smiled as the caricature of Helen's eyes widened in
shock as her husband's cock leapt out of her mouth and drug
her lips along with it into Ann's very aroused sex. She
grabbed Jerry's ass, urging him to thrust. "Stopping
dicking around and fuck me. That's it fuck me hard you
bastard and tell me you love me."
"I love you - I love you Ann. I love your breasts. I love
your pussy. I love everything about you," Jerry cried as
he plowed into Ann. His pubic bone slapped against her
clit with every thrust. She could feel his balls slapping
against her ass, and poor Helen had a front row seat so to
speak. Judging by the defeated expression on her face,
saying that she wasn't enjoying herself was an
understatement.
"I'm cumming baby. Fuck me you fuck. Fill my with
your cum."
Jerry's toes curled as he came. It wasn't an ordinary
either. The first blast held so much volume and power, it
sprayed back on him. His mouth gaped, and tongue lolled
out, as his balls pumped jet after jet of liquid pleasure
from his body. He never felt such pleasure in all his
life. He was instantly addicted.
He kissed Ann lovingly, and she milked his softening member
with her talented pussy.
"That was a wonderful fuck, my stud," Ann said. "The first
of many to come."
"Y-You were perfect," Jerry slurred.
"Of course I was," said Ann. "You can clean your cock on
my before you go, if you want."
Jerry smeared the excess from his cock over the image
of his wife's face. "Look, it almost looks like she is
trying to move her face out of the way," Jerry said. "I
could swear she's trying to say something."
Ann placed her and over her crotch, covering the face.
"Why don't you go make us some breakfast? I'm hungry," she
said.
"But, I don't know how to cook."
"I'm sure you'll do just fine," Ann said, and Jerry
wondered how he knew how to make omelets. "Now run along."
After Jerry left, Ann willed the crotch back into the
panties. She trailed her finger along the dejected image
of Helen's pretty face. "We are going to have such fun you
and I." She pressed her finger into Helen's mouth, in turn
causing her mouth to press into the folds of Ann's sex,
filling it with a mixture of her husband's and Ann's
secretions."
Helen was helpless as she was assaulted by the horrible
scent and taste. She did the only thing she could do. She
told herself, ' love this - I love this,'over and over
again. Knowing there was nothing she could do but learn to
love it.
"Oh no, my dear, that won't do at all. You see, I can make
you love it if I want."
Helen was suddenly overcome by a sense of awe. She was in
the presence of her goddess. She was honored to drink her
husband's nectar from her goddess' sex. There was no
greater gift in the world. She was complete.
"Or I can even make you hate to love it."
Helen was filled with a sense of self-loathing, as her body
refused to obey her. Her body loved the taste of Ann's sex
as if were addicted to it. She even longed for it even
though it was filled with her husband's creamy seed. 'What
is wrong with me? Please let me stop?' she screamed
inwardly.
"We can try all of them of course. We have eons, but right
now I prefer the original."
Helen wished she could spit the vile fluid out. It was as
if she were being filled up inside from the viscous
liquid dripping from Ann's sex. She was helpless as Ann
stood up and walked to the bathroom, each step sliding her
face over the woman's filthy cunt. Helpless even as Ann
sat down, pissed, and wiped off the excess with her
panties.
Helen could feel herself changing again. 'Thank God that's
over,' she thought, as she grew thicker. 'What a relief it
will be to be able to move and speak again.'
"You mean Goddess, don't you?" Ann said. Helen realized
with horror that even her thoughts could be read.
Ann smiled the smile only a powerful goddess can smile, as
she looked at her former enemy. She could see Ann's tiny
eyes dance around as the horrified woman tried to figure
out what she had been changed into.
"Oh dear me," Ann said. "It must be time for my period."
'No-no-help me,' Helen's horrified face mouthed, after she
saw the string and realized what she had been changed into.
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