8 -- A New Start
Sabrina awoke to bright light on her eyelids. She turned away from the glare of what must have been the morning sun shining in through a window, but it was still on her. Though she couldn't escape the unwelcome light the reposition was surprisingly easy -- normally the huge burdens of her breasts would weigh her down and limit her position. Where did they go?
As she slowly opened her eyes she was beginning to remember what had happened the previous day. She looked around. There were no windows in the room, and what she thought was the morning sun was actually simulated sunlight blasting down on her from a panel in the ceiling.
It certainly wasn't Mrs. Swanson's bedroom. It never would be again. She was sure she'd been in that bed before, but in her half-waking state she couldn't yet tell whose it was. The bed was just a single, but the purple comforter that covered her was incredibly cozy.
My boobs... the changes. Lucia gave me a new body yesterday.
Sabrina turned onto her back, and her breasts weren't dragging after and piling so hugely all around her torso, as she had grown accustomed to them doing. She reached to her chest to feel them -- big, yes, quite more than either hand could hold, but definitely not like they were before! Next her hands trailed along her lean figure downward and yes, her soft cock was still very big by anyone's standards, but again nothing like it had become in her previous body. She let her touch wander further -- did she still have that something that set her apart from the other goddesses? She hadn't asked Lucia if her new body would have it. She smiled softly as she felt that yes, it was still there, and the sensation of her fingertips brushing over her clit made her instantly flush with pleasure.
Sabrina's insanely overgrown body had been replaced with true perfection. A near duplicate of Diana Dennis, she was everything anyone could ever desire, and then more. Arousal swelled in all three of her newly inspected regions, and she felt the desire to play, but then the door to that bedroom swung open and in strode Lucia.
"Good, you're awake." Lucia shut the door behind herself and went to stand by the foot of the bed.
"What time is it? Where am I?"
"I set the lights to turn on at ten PM, so we're just a little past that. And this is Diana's room."
"Oh okay," Sabrina said softly. She sat up in the bed and watched as the pale skin of her luscious new body was revealed. Wavy golden locks fell around her face.
"Yeah. I figured you might as well make her room yours while you're here. She's gone now, but all her stuff is still here. And since you're basically her clone..."
Sabrina turned and let her slender legs drop out of the bed, her feet meeting the floor. "Then everything will fit me?"
"That's right. Take whatever you want. She's probably never going to be back to claim anything. So... how do you feel?"
"Like I could do with a few more hours of sleep."
Lucia chuckled, "okay, yeah, sorry about that. I mean you've been asleep for over twelve hours, but I guess you could have gone for longer still. That's an interesting side effect. I was expecting you'd be alert in this body once we'd done the mind transfer, but as soon as we'd gotten you out of the water you just wanted desperately to go to bed."
Sabrina shrugged. "Um... I don't remember any of that."
"Well, what do you remember?"
"I was the old me, the very big one, and we were in your lab by the water tanks... and I put the metal thing on my head and sat down beside you."
"Okay, yeah. That would be right about when I did the transfer. I think you're probably fine, just maybe the process was hard on your brain."
Sabrina nodded slowly, crossing her arms beneath her bosom for warmth. "Am I allowed to have a coffee yet?"
"Of course, sure." Lucia moved back toward the doorway, "why don't you just get dressed and I'll be back with a nice hot cup for you."
***
Bouncing from foot to foot in front of the mirror, she was giddy. She'd always thought Diana was the most perfect, an ideal version of herself, while she in the B version of her body had once appeared like Diana's baby sister, more small and cute than sexy. Of course as time passed she did eventually grow to and then surpass Diana's height, but with the rest of her developing in insane ways as well there really had been much to contrast. Now inhabiting the body of Sabrina A, the look was her own.
And then there was the feel: Sure, with every movement her firm G-cup breasts were jumping and jiggling against her slender chest while her flaccid cock and sack were whipping wild between her thighs, but in contrast to the burdensome form she had left in Lucia's lab she was positively sporty. She felt sleek and light. Of course it could also have been the cup of coffee that had her feeling so. Not a single molecule of caffeine had ever touched her new nervous system until that evening.
She had emptied the closet and every drawer of the dresser and sorted their contents into piles all around her, to sort what to keep and what to leave. Unfortunately she only had two or three dresses and skirts, making the pile for clothes she could wear in public the smallest. For Diana pants were fine and a bulge was never something to hide, for life at Astro-X, where goddesses roamed freely, didn't require any cover up. With her intending to return to the public shortly it wouldn't be the same for her.
When it was all said and done she had a duffel bag completely packed with her picks of Diana's old clothes. On herself she'd gone for a slim fitting little t-shirt in black and dark green leggings below, while a tight black miniskirt circled her upper thighs to hide the sight of her shaft wrapping around to her hip. Her blonde hair cascaded richly around her shoulders from beneath a black baseball cap, which she pulled down to hide her face.
It seemed a cute yet concealing enough outfit for the long trip ahead of her. It was time to charm her way into her next home.
***
Absolutely not Sabrina! We both agreed that it's over.
"I know we did, but it should be okay now. I don't have my problem anymore. We can... we can do this again."
Danielle audibly sighed on the other end of the phone line.
I knew you'd say this. I was waiting for it. And the answer is no. The way things were going, if I let you back in to my life, you might kill me! You're out of control and you need help.
"No but that's the thing, I did! I got help and now I've completely changed, you have no idea how much."
I don't believe you. You told me yourself, you couldn't help what you were doing, that it was biological. That's impossible to change.
"It's not impossible! I... I swear." There was silence on Danielle's side -- she was too kind to just hang up. "Um, okay, let's say that my problem really was totally gone, and we could be like we were when we first met. Or, even better than that, if I'd had huge improvements over even what I was like then. Would you want to see me again?"
After a tense pause Danielle responded, her tone softer:
