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Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature,
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resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or
magic that may be broken within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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Avatar Pt 15
David was up early preparing breakfast when he felt professor Abbott
stirring in his tent. After a few seconds he felt a wave of shock,
and heard, "Holy-"
"Professor Abbott? Is something wrong?"
"Uhm... No. Just... saw a spider bigger than any I've ever seen before."
David smiled. "Oh, okay." He extended his senses into the tent. He
saw the professor staring at his now well-developed chest. He was up
to a C cup and would continue to grow at a rate of one cup a day for
the next week. But right now, the professor was just holding his
breasts in wonder. Every so once in a while, Patrick would look out
to David with a worried look on his face. David decided to speed him
along and called out, "Your breakfast's getting cold, professor
Abbott."
"Uhm... Just a minute." The professor grabbed a robe and pulled it
on. He walked out, hunched over, with his arms across his breasts.
David was sure that the professor felt that he was hiding his
breasts, but what he had done had the exact opposite effect. With
the robe closed like it was, his cleavage was exposed. Hunched over,
he tilted that cleavage towards the world. And with his arms where
they were, they framed his cleavage neatly. All in all it was a very
sexy effect.
But David said nothing as the professor sat down and ate his
breakfast in silence. After breakfast, the professor said, "David,
I've been thinking. I think you're ready for a little more
responsibility. I want you to search the next sector alone."
"You're testing me, right? The rules clearly say 'In a locale where
medical aid is not readily available, solo exploration is strictly
prohibited, and may result in loss of degree status or faculty
position.'"
"Oh, yes, well..."
"Aren't you feeling well? Maybe we should call in for an emergency
lift. No sense risking our health."
"No. That won't be necessary. I guess I wasn't feeling like
trudging through the jungle today. Tell you what, instead of
exploring today, we'll separate today's sector into the other days
and take a break today."
"Well, if you say so."
"Why don't you go take a sun break on the beach. I'm feeling a
little tired, and I'm going to get some more sleep."
"Okay."
After the professor went back into his tent, David shifted into his
Amber Cole form and followed him into the tent. He saw the professor
standing right in the middle of the tent, back to the entrance, with
his robe opened and his hands, apparently on his breasts. Amber
asked, "Something wrong, lover?"
The professor turned around, his breasts flopping freely. "Oh my
god, this isn't a dream, is it?"
"Of course not, dearie. I'm real. You're real."
"These are real!" he said, lifting his breasts.
"Yes, they are. Aren't they wonderful?"
"Why are you doing this to me? Who are you?"
"Dearie, what makes you think I'm not who I appear to be?"
"You... did this to me."
"And who do you think I am?"
Patrick stared at her a bit before saying, "You're Aphrodite." He
went to his knees before her. "Oh, great goddess, have I done
something to offend you? Please tell me so I can make amends."
David gave him a small smile. "No, dearie, you have done nothing to
offend. Although I'm not sure I want you finding my temple quite
yet."
"But..." Patrick lifted his breasts. "Why these?"
"Isn't that why you came to me in the first place? Because you
wanted doctor Cole to be attracted to you?"
He stared down at his breasts. "But..."
"Didn't you know? Amber Cole is a lesbian. And a rather dominant
one, at that."
"So you're turning me into a girl?! Couldn't you just make her like
me as I am?"
"That's hardly fair to her, dearie. Don't worry. By the time we get
through with you, doctor Cole won't be able to keep her hands off of
you."
Almost frantic, he said, "What about my...?" and grabbed his crotch.
"Actually you get to keep that. Doctor Cole doesn't much like the
feeling of penetration, but she loves using her dildo on others.
When she's with another woman, she let's them dildo her if they ask,
but she doesn't really enjoy it. But with your training you'll be
able to take her largest dildo and enjoy it far more than sticking
your thing into anyone else."
"But why let me keep it if I'm never going to use it again?"
"I didn't say you wouldn't ever use it again. I just said you'd find
getting fucked to be more enjoyable."
"But... what about David? I don't think I can hide these much longer."
"Oh, he's already noticed them. He thinks Patricia Abbott is one of
the prettiest teachers on staff."
"WHAT?!"
"You couldn't very well become a girl and still be known as Patrick,
could you? When you get back, you will find that everyone except for
you and Amber will remember you only as Patricia."
The professor seemed near to tears. "I'm not sure you can handle this."
David reached out and stroked his head. "Of course you can. But if
it'll make it easier, I'll make you a deal. One week after you get
back, all you have to do is ask, and I'll restore you to your old
life."
"You will?"
"If you wish, but understand, if you go back, you go all the way
back. You can't pick parts of what I've given to keep. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good. Now it's time for your next lesson. One of Amber's favorite
past times is having her girlfriend suck her strap-on like it was a
real dick. So you need to swallow my cock."
"What about David?"
"Do you want to suck David's cock?" Seeing his shocked look, David
laughed. "Relax, hun. I'm just teasing. You'd better get used to
that. Amber Cole likes to tease her lovers a bit."
"Uh, okay. But what if David comes back."
"Hun, I guarantee that for the duration of our time together you will
have no risk of seeing David."
"Okay." The professor crawled over and took the goddess's dick in
hand and tentatively licked at it. "It tastes like rubber."
"It tastes like Amber's dildo will taste when you take it into your
mouth. It may respond like the real thing, but you also need to face
what you will be experiencing with your new lover. You're not here
just for my gratification."
"You're... pleased by fucking me?"
"Of course, dearie. Just because I'm a goddess doesn't mean I'm
inhuman. Now, on with the lesson. Amber would not be this patient
with you. Now suck!"
Patrick almost reflexively leaped forward, sucking "Amber's" dick
deep into his mouth. He was surprised when the dick slid right down
his throat with no response from the famed "gag reflex" he had always
heard about. The dick filled his mouth more than anything he had
ever had in it before. The plastic taste was a little strange, but
also tasty. He found himself moving up and down on Amber's dick,
actually wishing it were bigger, so he could get even more inside of
him. He took her buttocks in hand and pulled her deeply into him,
burying his nose in her abdomen. He swallowed a bit, massaging her
dick with his throat, then returned to bobbing up and down on her.
Soon, he was rewarded with a mouthful of delicious, salty fluid.
As Amber pulled out of him, he let the semen sit on his tongue,
savoring its taste. Then he tilted his head back and let the semen
dribble down his throat a little at a time. He heard Amber say,
"Very sensual."
"Thank you. But if the real Amber doesn't have a dick, she won't be
cumming in my mouth."
"But she has a very realistic dildo which she fills with various
edible substances, and at the moment of ecstasy, she squeezes it into
her lover's mouth, simulating ejaculation. Now, on your hands and
knees."
Patricia quickly got on his hands and knees, still surprised that he
would so want to experience the sensation of getting fucked. But his
dick grew almost instantly hard when he felt Amber place her dick
against his ass. She grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto her
with a shriek of pleasure. Patricia moaned as the goddess pumped in
and out of him. Amber told him, "Play with your breasts. Fondle
yourself."
Patricia looked down at his breasts. He hadn't touched them much so
far. Hell, he was scared of those big globes hanging from his chest.
But Amber... Aphrodite had promised him that by going through all
this, the real Amber would feel for him what he felt for her. He
couldn't remember all the nights he lay in bed, stroking himself
senseless thinking of sex with doctor Cole. Admittedly, he had never
fantasized about this, but if having tits and getting fucked was the
price of being with Amber, then it was a price he'd pay.
He reached up, took his breasts in hand and started fondling, being
rewarded almost instantly with a surge of pleasure. This was what he
had been fighting since waking this morning? How could he have been
so stupid? The pleasure was phenomenal! Almost as good as the
feeling of the stiff rod shafting in and out of his ass. And the two
feelings together was a sensation of pleasure he could barely stand.
He straightened up a bit and slammed back against the invader in his
ass. It was only a little while longer before he felt a warmth in
his ass that pushed him over into his own orgasm and caused him to
spew onto the floor of the tent. The orgasm was so intense that he
almost collapsed as he fell forward, sliding off Aphrodite's dick.
He felt Aphrodite rub his ass and say, "I made some changes to your
wardrobe. Wear the simple, heavy duty stuff on days where you're
trudging through the jungle. But on days where you're just sitting
around, like today, wear the lacier stuff."
He looked up and Aphrodite was gone. After a little while, he
managed to stagger to his feet and get over to his cot. He popped
open his foot locker and instantly saw what had changed. His
underwear, which had previously just been rolled up and tucked into
one corner of the foot locker, was now neatly folded and lay on top
of the rest of his clothes. And instead of his normal cotton briefs,
there were now many pairs of panties. Most of them were like his old
briefs and made of heavy duty cotton, but there were a few lacy,
frilly pairs that were definitely designed more for beauty than
functionality. Beneath those his T-shirts were gone, replaced by
bras. Like the panties, most were simple cotton designed for
function, but there were a few that were just astoundingly beautiful.
He briefly wondered about wearing lingerie, but then shrugged. If he
was going to be a girl and going to have breasts, he might as well
get used to wearing the clothes. He took a pair of the laciest
panties he had and slid them up his legs. The sensation was
exquisite. They were so smooth and silky. The sensation alone was
almost enough to give him a hard-on. He then took a lacy bra that
matched his panties and strapped it on. He expected to have trouble
clasping the hooks behind his back, but did it easily, as though he
had been doing it all his life. He gave a silent prayer to Aphrodite
in thanks as he got out some clothes to wear. It seemed a shame to
cover his pretty lingerie, but it wouldn't do for his standing at the
school to go parading around in his delicates. After he got dressed
he decided to give David a little treat and unbuttoned the top of his
shirt, exposing his cleavage. A little harmless exhibitionism
wouldn't hurt his reputation.
He went out into camp and started to make lunch. David had been such
a good student so far, and he really had dumped the lion's share of
the work on the poor boy's shoulders.
When David returned from the beach, Patricia had lunch waiting. And
all through lunch, he noticed the grad student constantly eying his
cleavage. The professor smiled. Too bad for the boy that professor
Patricia Abbott was a devout lesbian.
David smiled inwardly. If the professor only knew.
************
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"This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure. I just like T.V. better."
J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
ICQ#37222294
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