5 - The Power Shift
Paul's feet flexed painfully within the pink high heels. They weren't his, and they were much too small. With their lift he was exceeding six feet in height, causing him to loom over his beautiful blonde haired counterpart, but that did nothing to change the air of power she held over him. She giggled sinisterly as he, otherwise completely nude, approached her with unsteady steps.
"Very good, my little sissy boy." Diana flicked a finger at his hard-on, and it waggled a few times in reaction. He panted at her touch, his eyes glued to the twin spheres of her over-large chest within her robe. "You're adorable in my shoes. Now, I command you to kneel."
"Yes goddess," Paul breathed, and he dropped to his knees.
Diana slipped out of her robe, and it fell lightly to the floor, revealing her slender nudity. She was a busty idol of lust. To look lower was a shock, for hanging between her pale thighs was something that left Paul dwarfed. It wasn't yet even aroused. "Begin," she said.
Paul... and Diana. This must be a dream. Oh, I'm dreaming and this is looking like it could be so hot. Keep going...
Paul worked her shaft with the confidence of experience, and as the blood pumped into it it lengthened to overhang his fist. He brought a second hand into play, and soon the goddess Diana had swollen out to her proud form. "Do not suck," she commanded.
He moaned with disappointment, hungering to taste the now gleaming tip as his hands made the long trip up and down her fourteen beautiful, burning inches. "Why?"
"This is for your ass instead. Do you think you could handle that?"
Paul's eyes brightened. "Yes. I could. Sabrina became way too big, she never stopped growing." He got back up to his feet. "But yours will be okay."
Oh Paul, I've missed you so much. I'm sorry I kept getting bigger! I have no control over it.
Diana took his hips and roughly spun him away from her, and with the deceptive strength of her kind gave an additional twist that had him buckling off balance in his heels. He fell to his hands and knees. Giggling, he lifted his skinny ass up to her, ready to rut.
Look at you Paul, you've become such a dirty little slut! I made you this way. If this is my dream, I should be able to take control. I don't want Diana to have you, you're still mine!
Sabrina willed herself into the scene. "No, Paul! don't you realize what you're doing?"
Still in his ridiculous pose, he looked at her. Diana meanwhile was working her long cock, waiting for the dribbling of her pre which would help her ease her way in.
"Diana's not like me Paul! She's a real goddess. Once she's had you your life will change. You'll be addicted to her. You'll belong to her, like a slave, and it's a very long process..."
"I know that," he said. "You've explained it to me before. But I want it."
"He wants it," Diana repeated mockingly, as there began the glisten of pre at her tip. So close now.
"I want her to give me the immortality! You were never able to do that, Sabrina!"
"Paul, no!"
Diana stepped forward, and she sneered at Sabrina as she roughly grabbed his hips and jammed herself inside. "Ohhhh... You really loosened this boy up!" Crestfallen, Sabrina watched as she carelessly began to buck her hips. Paul recoiled slightly at her huge insertions, but his moans were thankful.
He was supposed to be Sabrina's. He once was.
Sabrina concentrated hard, but not so hard that she could disturb herself awake. Again taking control of the dream, she forced her vantage point to change. She now became Diana, and once again the pleasures of Paul's body were her own. She'd won.
"Ohhh, Paul. I missed this so much!" There was nothing quite like male ass. Outside of the world of dreams Sabrina had grown so large that she knew no human hole that alone could please her. To Sabrina this was a triumphant return to form, a most blessed gift from her subconscious.
"Keep fucking me," Paul mewled, "and make me immortal!"
"I will babe, I will! Here comes... uhh! Your first, uhh! Treatment!"
***
GOOOOSHHH
"Ahhh! Haa, ahh, ahh!"
Sabrina's massive cock must have gotten caught inside her night shirt during her dream, because now it was throbbing madly against her chest, and the tip was issuing out shot after explosive shot of thick cum, right into her face as it pressed against her chin.
GOOSH, GOOSH, GOOSH...
She awoke with her hips rocking madly, and what she'd dreamt to be her ex-boyfriend's ass had turned out to be her own huge tits squeezed tight around her shaft within the crammed confines of her top. She kept moving, riding the waves of nocturnal ecstasy as they wracked her incredible, unnatural body.
"What's going on," a drowsy Monica murmured. "What are you doing, Sabrina?" A bedside light flicked on.
Sabrina's entire face and neck were covered with cum, and her soft blonde hair, her top and the pillow beneath her head were becoming soaked as well as her cock continued to erupt with huge rhythmic beats.
"What?! You've got to be kidding me! Stop it," Monica shouted.
"Ahhh! Can't, ahh, stop, ahh, nowww!"
"This is unbelievable Sabrina. You couldn't keep it in for me? Not for even just 24 hours?"
"I-I tried, but I can't help my dream-"
"I had you share my bed to make sure you wouldn't let it go tonight, but no, as soon as I'm asleep there you go shooting your cum!"
"S-sorry!"
"Unreal," she started to grumble. "All I asked was for you to hold it in for 24 hours, to see what that would do. To see the potency." She started to scoop big gobs of cum off of Sabrina's pretty little neck. "And even that was too much to ask..."
The climax was starting to subside, and in post-orgasmic clarity Sabrina watched as Monica began to smear that handful of cum along the skin of her own arm. She remained silent as she observed the older woman taking more of it. She was lifting her night gown away from her body to rub it into her tanned abdomen like some sort of lotion.
The seed of goddesses...
"Look at it, it's everywhere. Spilling away. What a fucking waste, Sabrina. You... you little..." Monica took some more of the stuff and hesitated a moment before licking it out of her hand. "And look at you, all satisfied with that giant dick of yours poking out of your shirt. Do I look satisfied as well?"
In her clarity, watching Monica drink it and cover herself with it like some sort of precious potion, Sabrina realized the true nature of their relationship. She felt foolish for not seeing it before, but then they didn't bother to make her smart. It should have been obvious since the first day she visited Monica's mansion:
Monica thought her cum was going to return her to her youthful prime, to make her immortal, super intelligent, and more beautiful then ever before. Monica knew all about the goddesses and what they could do.
What she didn't know was that Sabrina wasn't one. Sure, she had their genes, as exemplified by her giant dick, but that hadn't been given naturally. She'd been created in a lab by them to be their pleasure toy, and the cum Monica was lapping up was actually nothing more than empty calories.
Monica, the domineering and extremely wealthy widow, had held so much power over poor moneyless little Sabrina. Seeing what she valued, what she expected, Sabrina was beginning to see how much she was actually worth.
***
There was a tap on one of the living room windows. Lying on the couch, Sabrina shot a look over her shoulder, and in the dark of the summer night she saw silhouetted by a lantern outside a head with long, straight hair. There were some more sharp taps against the glass. It was Danielle.
Sabrina switched her phone off and rose to her feet, then walked to the window. Fortunately it was the type that opened wide, so she did. The flexible Danielle hiked her dress up and flicked a leg through the window, using it to anchor and pull herself up and into Monica Swanson's mansion.
One of her strappy shoes fell off her foot and banged loudly against the hardwood floor. "Oh, shit," she whispered.
"Don't worry. I'm the only one home right now." Sabrina took her arms and helped her finish getting through. "But it's good that you didn't come to the front door. I still don't know how to turn off the security cameras."
"Uh huh," Danielle said. There were no lights on in the living room, and the lantern light from outside was not enough for her to see her strange blonde friend. She kicked off her other shoe, then began to straighten her dress out.
Sabrina flicked on a lamp, revealing her attire to be a lot less of an effort than the beautiful summer dress that draped over the half-oriental Danielle's luscious body. She was still a sight to behold though, of course, and as always Danielle was amazed by the night's first look. Her breasts were too much for her little t shirt, which practically shrink wrapped them and her slim torso,showing nipples unguarded by any bra. Her pyjama pants were doing an okay job at hiding the conspicuous thing she bore lower.
Sabrina grinned and shrugged her shoulders, and they stepped up to each other for a kiss. Danielle slinked herself real close and quietly swooned at the feel of those great breasts against her own and the soft monster against her thigh.
As tongue crept into mouth Sabrina twisted slightly, and they fell against the couch.
"What a weird morning I had."
"Uh huh," Danielle breathed, half beneath her.
"Yeah. I had, um, a wet dream sort of, and I woke up at four am in the middle of a climax."
Danielle blinked, the thought making her feel a little hotter still, "...uh huh?"
"Yeah. My cock got caught in my shirt and I was just cumming buckets, shooting all over my face. And the thing is, Monica and I are doing this thing now where I should uhm, shouldn't cum for like a day or more, so we can make me cum bigger. So she was super mad."
"Oh. That's kind of weird."
Sabrina nodded, pouting slightly as she stroked a hand along the curve of Danielle's side.
