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Oh My Goddess

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 stories and situations.

(c) 2002 Couture

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"Hello, Helen, welcome to forever."

The young 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 young red-head renewed her struggles with the door.

"Let me go goddamnit!" she screamed, her hands pounding

uselessly on the door. Her young 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 red 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 hole 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 stretch 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 panties that had formerly been

Helen and smiled. On the crotch of the panties 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 panties 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 pussy 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 thick 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 panties 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 thick 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 panties 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 panties 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 pussy with

your cum."

Jerry's toes curled as he came. It wasn't an ordinary cum

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 panties before you go, if you want."

Jerry smeared the excess cum 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 cum 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 thick 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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