Carol awoke, but not as she always did. She did not awaken to the obnoxious noise of country music in her ear, to the bland white ceiling hovering above her, or even in the comfort of her own bed. She instead awoke to the pleasant chirping of birds, under an endless blue sky, over a gentle field of grass, and between two warm, naked female bodies. Katy and Henrietta slept fitfully on either side of the nudist, the peaceful expressions on their faces standing in stark contrast to the absolute chaos of the hair on their heads.
Carol smiled as she looked at them. They had been quite horny last night, and who could blame them? They had been spent the whole weekend basking in the presence of a stunner like her. A stunner like her who didn't wear clothes, who would
never
wear clothes, and who now carried within her a spark to an even greater being not of this world. It was only natural that they would hunger for her. They always did even before she embraced the divine.
Of course, Carol knew they would be going at it for a while and in doing so, they would make a lot of noise. That was all well and good when it was just Carol and her girlfriends, but it would not do if either of her daughters were home. The girls needed their beauty sleep after all. So she did the only logical thing: she took her girlfriends outside and she fucked them there. Oh, Katherine and Henrietta protested at first; they were still a little squeamish about going naked and getting sexual in public despite having participated in a massive lesbian orgy just a few days ago, complete with a captive audience, news crews, and cameras to record the event for posterity. But once Carol got started on them, they both melted in an instant and spent the rest of the night as her willing playthings.
They're already on their way. I can feel it inside them, the glowing ember of a womanly soul awakening to its own divinity. They are both already on their way to finding the Goddess.
The harsh cawing of a crow broke Carol out of her reverie. Awakening or not, she had things she needed to do. Important things, and she couldn't afford to just sit back and enjoy the warmth of her beautiful lesbian lovers, even though she really wanted to. So with a sigh, the Zenrist pushed herself up to her feet, stretched out her limbs, thrust her enlarged chest into the air, and began the task of scooping the two naked lovelies up into her arms, draping them over her shoulders, and bringing them inside.
Even for a normally fit woman like herself, carrying two adult females like this would be impossible. But Carol was not an ordinary fit woman, not anymore. She was a Lover of Zenriah, a woman who had pledged her body and soul eternally to the Goddess. In return for her servitude, the Goddess had bestowed upon Carol many blessings and boons, and this strength that could only be described as superhuman was just one of them. There were even more than that, and Carol was still discovering them.
The door was thankfully—if carelessly—unlocked, so it took little effort for the newly anointed priestess to get into her apartment and deposit the two sleeping beauties onto her bed. They were both really out of it; carrying them did nothing to stir them from their slumber, nor did fussing with their bodies so that they would be embracing one another and sharing in their warmth. It seemed Carol did perhaps go a little overboard with them last night. She hoped they would be able to wake up when her alarm went off; they had to go to work as well.
Speaking of work...
She glanced at her clock. It looked like she still had an hour to go. That was good. It meant she could spend a little more time at home freshening up. So Carol left, took a quick shower, and washed the soil, grime, and dried feminine extract off her body. As she stepped out and toweled herself off, she took a moment to look at herself in the mirror.
A spry, twenty-something-year-old woman stared back at her, clear-skinned, smooth-faced, and not a wrinkle to be found anywhere on her face. Exactly as she had looked about a couple decades and two kids ago. But it wasn't just Carol's face that had changed; it was her whole body. She seemed to have slimmed down just a bit here and there, her muscles had grown tauter, and her curves became more pronounced. Her stretch marks, faint as they had been, were gone; there was no evidence to speak of that Carol had ever given birth in her life. And her breasts...they looked even bigger. Not because they had literally grown, but because they lost all of their previous sag. They jutted farther out of her chest now, large, firm, majestic, and with little respect for the law of gravity. Her nipples glowed bright red on her creamy flesh, seemingly always hard, erect, and ready to be suckled on by whatever woman was brave and thirsty enough to snatch them. If ever the Amazons were to step out of legend and into reality, there would be little to differentiate them from Caroline Connors.
This too was another one of Zenriah's boons. The Goddess made women to love Her for all eternity, so of course She would reverse the ravages of age on them and leave them forever young. Just as they had all been thousands of years ago. Carol understood precisely why she had regressed. She just couldn't believe it actually happened to her.
I hope everyone at work will be able to recognize me
, she thought as she tilted her head and caressed her cheek, trying to feel if there were any imperfections on it. There were none. Sighing, she pulled back, allowing the reflection of her breasts to come into view with a playful bounce.
Though I suppose it won't be my face that they will be looking at.
Shrugging her shoulders, the Zenrist exited the bathroom and went to the kitchen to fix herself some coffee. Not that she really needed it; ever since her conversion, Carol woke up every morning feeling not even a hint of drowsiness at all. But old habits died hard.
There was a rumble in her stomach, followed by an uncomfortable clenching sensation. Rubbing it idly, Carol realized she was feeling awfully peckish too. It seemed that all the sex she had been having recently was causing her to work up an appetite.
I still have time. Perhaps I could fix myself something to eat as well.
She still had some instant pancake mix to cook. One or two of those would fill her up just fine. As Carol laid down a pan and started to heat the batter up, she couldn't help but stare transfixed at the burners on her stove. Those coils of metal that could turn red hot and sear the flesh off your bones...for some odd reason, the naked woman was feeling a strange urge to do something very stupid and very dangerous for no other reason than to just confirm something she already knew, deep down in her heart.
Turning on the other burner to the maximum temperature, Carol watched as it gradually turned crimson. She could feel the heat radiating from its glowing surface all over her skin, on the underside of her bare breasts, creeping ever so slowly to her erect nipples. It was a pleasant sensation, almost an erotic one, especially as the heat began to tickle her ever hardening nubs...and just like that, she took the plunge! She let her body fall until her breast splattered flatly upon the angry red burner.
