Message-ID: <27180asstr$973059014@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: From: J R D Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" Subject: {ASSM} Avatar [22/?] Date: Wed, 1 Nov 2000 01:10:14 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates Now, onto the boring stuff ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story. All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 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. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- Avatar Pt 22 David finished packing up all their gear on their last day on the island. He saw the professor nursing her baby off to one side of the camp. He walked over and asked, "You ready to go?" Professor Abbott sighed. "I suppose so." "Any regrets?" "Only that we didn't find the temple of Aphrodite." "So you're still sure it's here on this island?" The professor grinned, as though he knew something David didn't. "Oh, yeah, I'm sure." "Then why didn't we find it?" Patricia considered it for a while before saying, "It wasn't Aphrodite's will." David was about to change the subject, when a boat whistle did it for him. "Our ride's here." "Well, we're going to be the last thing on the boat. The boat hands have to load everything and get it all packed away before we find our berths. And I want to apologize for not being able to help you more with packing." David waved it off. "Nonsense. You've just given birth and were preoccupied with taking care of your newborn." So preoccupied, in fact, that she had failed to notice that it took David a fraction of the time it normally should've to pack everything up. "I still feel guilty." Then she looked up at her student and said, "David, I notice that you haven't changed back yet. Aren't you worried you won't?" "Actually, I hope I don't. I've decided I like what I've become." "Are you still worried about what your girlfriend will think?" "No. I love her. She loves me. What we look like won't matter." "Trust in Love, David, and I'm sure you'll be okay." As the boathands got off the row boat and started loading their goods into the boat, David was briefly struck by the irony of it. When they got to this island, professor Patrick Abbott was a self-absorbed man obsessing on a woman he could never have. Now "she" was a new mother, lecturing her student on Love. Go figure. It took almost twelve hours before all their gear was safely packed away on the ship and David and Patricia were able to board. As they got on, David commented, "Not exactly a cruise ship, is it?" Patricia laughed. "We're on a University dig. What'd you expect a shrimp and lobster buffet?" David jokingly replied, "It'd be nice." A little while later, when they were underway, David and Patricia were looking back at the island where they had just spent two weeks of their lives. David asked, "Think the university will ever fund another trip to that little island?" "Not a chance. We didn't find enough to justify this trip, much less a return trip. But that doesn't matter. Although the rest of the world may never notice, we were both changed for the better by our time there." For about the next hour, they just stood on the deck watching the ocean roll by, until they felt a crowd of men gather behind them. When they turned around, they saw that about half the crew had collected to watch them. Professor Abbott asked, "Is there something we can do for you?" One of the crew, a dirty, little man with a thick mustache, said, "We were just wondering what two sexy babes like you did for entertainment on that island when you got... lonely." "None of your business." "Aw, come on, admit it. You two must've been engaged in more than a little extra fun." "And what if we did?" "Well, after two weeks of playing only with girls, we thought you might want something long and stiff to play with." "Go away." The man stepped up and said, "Come on, baby. Don't make me get rough." "Rough? What are you going to do? Rape me?" "Rape? Naw. I got a dozen witnesses here," he nodded his head back towards the others, "who say you came on to me." Patricia closed her eyes. At first David thought it was in fear, but then he heard her voice in his head, saying, "Aphrodite, I am sorry to impose, but I am being accosted by men who seek to do me harm. I beseech you. Please protect me." David was amazed. Professor Abbott was praying to him. There was a brief rush of self-fulfillment, but David knew that if he waited much longer, these sex-crazed sailors would try something physical. David froze everybody in place. The man who had approached Patricia was the first to change, his mustache disintegrating on his face. His shirt then tented out as he grew a set of boobs larger even than Patricia's. His entire body then began to change. His hair grew out to the bottom of his shoulder blades. His hips expanded, and his arms and legs slimmed, but just a bit. "She" was still a sailor and needed her strength. David finished the change, turning her completely female, as well as wantonly bisexual. He then turned to the other crew members who were there and changed them in the same manner as he had the lead thug, with the exception of giving them normal sized breasts. After David restarted everyone, the other women, seemed to just notice each other, and started groping and fondling each other. The lead thug, who was the only one to remember his previous existence, found "her"self gripping her breasts. Openly fondling herself, she asked Patricia and David, "Please, ladies, would you join us in our orgy?" Patricia looked down at her little son. Despite the twitching in her panties, David was proud to realize that the new mother was considering the welfare of Elijah before indulging her own enhanced sex drive. To take her mind off of him, David said, "I'm not going to get involved, professor. If you'd like, I'll take care of Elijah while you play." "I... don't know." David spoke to her in her mind, using his "Aphrodite" voice. "One thing I couldn't teach you on the island. Although Amber likes her lovers to be submissive to her desires, she expects them to be strong and forceful with all others. She likes to feel she's a domme of dommes. Feel free to play, hun. David will take good care of our son." Patricia smiled. "Thank you, David. I think I will take you up on your offer." She handed the baby to David then turned on the "girls". David took Elijah and headed back to the room he and professor Abbott were sharing. As he walked he wondered how the men thought they could get away with what they had planned. Surely they must've realized that the professor and David would've taken their complaints to the captain. And although the company that owned the ship didn't make most of their money from the university, the income was sizable enough that the captain couldn't afford to ignore their complaints. But almost as soon as he thought the question, he had an answer. The captain knew about the attempted rape! If they'd've complained, he'd've promised an investigation, then chosen a couple people (who hadn't been involved) and fried them as scapegoats. David was incensed. The captain, more so than anybody else, deserved to be punished for his abuse of position. But right now, David had to put his son to bed. Back on deck, Patricia looked at the woman who had just been a man about to rape her. Now she was nothing more than a wanton whore, rubbing her tits and begging for sex. And deep down "he" knew it, but was unable to stop. Worse yet, he was actually looking forward to it. Part of him was actually disappointed that Patricia was a woman and didn't have a long, stiff dick to slam into his pussy. Patricia told her, "Remove my blouse." The slut replied, "Yes, ma'am." She stepped up, and quickly unbuttoned Patricia's blouse. Slut helped her out of the blouse and took Patricia's breasts in hand. As she rubbed, she purred, "Mistress, these are so beautiful, almost as large as my own. May I suck them?" "After you remove my bra, you may." Slut almost cooed in pleasure as she reached around and undid Patricia's bra. She buried her face in the professor's cleavage as she dropped the bra, and proceeded to lick every inch of Patricia's bosom that she could get her tongue on. Patricia grabbed Slut's head and pressed it deeper into her boobs. After Patricia was thoroughly excited, and even starting to get a little bored, she pushed Slut away, saying, "Get naked." Slut almost ripped her clothes off in obedience. Then she said, "Does my body please you, Mistress?" "So far. Now lie on your back and finger bang yourself while fondling your huge titties." Slut lay on her back and jammed three fingers into her pussy. She pumped in and out while groping her mammaries, moaning and panting in lust. Soon, Patricia said, "Enough! Crawl over here. Remove my shoes and socks, then worship my feet." Slut crawled over and carefully removed Patricia's footwear, setting them aside as if they were holy relics. She then kissed and loved Patricia's feet, rubbing her face against them in abject desire. But Patricia had never been much of a foot fetishist, so she quickly said, "Remove my pants and panties." Slut quickly moved to obey, unbuttoning Patricia's pants. She grabbed the professor's pants and panties and pulled them both down in one motion. When she saw Patricia's cock, she cooed, "Ooh, a dick." The other transformed girls, who had gotten involved in an orgy of their own, perked up at this revelation. A couple said, "She's got a dick?" They came over and looked. They started chattering all at once. "Ooh, it's so pretty." "Can I touch it?" "It's so long and hard." "I want to feel it inside me first." "No, me first." "No, me!" The girls then started squabbling, so Patricia said, "Don't worry, ladies, there's plenty of me to go around." They settled down, and Patricia said, "Okay, I'm going to start with my little Slut here." There were combined noises of disappointment from the other girls. "But I will get around to sticking my dick in everyone before the night is through. Now, Slut, get on your hands and knees." Slut did as ordered, and Patricia got up behind her. She put her dick to Slut's pussy and slammed in. She reached around and fondled Slut's breasts as she banged into the once-male sailor's new sex. And Slut loved it. Even inside, what remained of the transformees manhood swooned in pleasure. Slut moaned in desire and lust, openly saying, "Harder. Faster. Deeper." And Patricia obliged, pounding into Slut until the transformee screamed in orgasm. Patricia turned to the others and asked, "Who's next?" One of the girls, a small blonde who moved quickly, threw herself in front of Patricia. The professor took her dick in hand and pounded it into the blonde, until she was orgasming under the she-male's touch. Then, one by one, Patricia went through the rest of the women, glad for the lessons Aphrodite had put her through. The Goddess of Love had trained her to control her orgasms. Patricia still came like a man and an orgasm could make her useless for a short while. Not acceptable when her intended lover was a highly excitable woman at the peak of her sex life. So Aphrodite had trained her to be able to keep from experiencing that final moment of orgasmic bliss despite hours of stimulation. And Patricia used that ability now. She went through each of the women in turn, driving them to orgasm while fondling their bodies in whatever way she desired. She finally allowed herself to orgasm when she had Slut give her a blowjob. Afterwards, she felt so depleted, she could only deny the girls any further fun and return to her room. She saw a form curled up on David's bed and Elijah was asleep in his bassinet. After checking her son, she got into a nightie and crawled into bed. But before she fell asleep, there was a shimmer of sparkles in the air, and Aphrodite appeared before her. "Did you have fun, Patricia?" "Yes, my goddess. But what will you do with them now? Leave them as they are?" "Yes. But don't worry. They're not mindless sluts. At least not full time. When they're on the job, they're all business. But off duty, they can refuse no offer of sex, whether from a man or a woman." "That puts them at high risk for STD's." "I have made them immune to STD's. Well, not immune so much as able to heal entirely from them with nothing more than an uncomfortably high fever. Further, when they have sex with someone with an STD, they will absorb the disease into their body, effectively healing their sexual partner. Combined with their sex drives, and the rather seedy lifestyle of most ports around the world, they will become an effective, if minor tool against the proliferation of sexually transmitted diseases." "You are compassionate as well as powerful, my lady." "I appreciate your compliments, Patricia. Now you go to bed. My work isn't finished for tonight." Patricia smiled and curled up, asleep before Aphrodite was even out of the room. David shifted his essence from their shared room to the bridge. He made himself invisible and undetectable to all human senses. There he found the captain, contemptuously smirking over the rape he believe was going on. David had scanned his mind earlier and found out that the captain had been exploiting his position, not only to protect his nastier crew members, but to run a smuggling ring from his ship. And she had also found out that the authorities were closing in on him, but he had arranged to frame his Executive Officer, an honest man who was himself investigating his suspicions that the captain was performing illegal actions. David had decided to wait for the XO to arrive on the bridge before meting out the captain's punishment. It wasn't much longer before the XO, Leonard Smith, arrived on deck for the changing of the watch. This late at night, there was only a need for one person on deck. The ship was mostly automated, and would only need more people if an emergency arose. So now, there was only the captain and the XO on the bridge, and David decided to act. The captain had just finished relating his report to the XO when he froze up. The XO asked, "Captain, is something wrong?" Then he heard a voice in his head. "Think of a woman. Not a lover. Not someone you take home to mom. But a sexual partner. A slut. A woman who you don't respect before you have sex with her and who doesn't care." Leonard thought, "What's going on here?" but couldn't help but think of the woman the strange voice described. As he stood there, looking at the captain, the captain's clothes disappeared, and the top officer on the boat began to change. The first and most noticeable change was the breasts he grew on his chest. They were as large as Patricia Abbott's. Ever since Leonard had seen her, he had envisioned other women of loose morals as having breasts as large as hers. He hadn't just assumed the professor was a woman of loose morals, nor would he ever proposition the woman, even if she were (too unprofessional), but she had become a driving fantasy in his daydreams, nonetheless. The captain continued to change, the changes spreading out from his breasts like a wave spreading through a crowd at a sporting event. His neck, shoulders, and waist all shrank, with his arms, legs, and face following quickly after, his entire body becoming feminine in its form and dimensions. As his hands and feet changed, his hair grew out to his shoulders, and took a feminine style. The last thing to change was his crotch, the captain's dick and balls withdrawing into his body, being replaced by a moist slit. Then the woman the captain had become walked toward Leonard, her every move yelling, "Slutty sex tart walking!" The XO asked, "What the hell happened?" "The captain was, as you suspected, running an illegal smuggling operation. What you did not know was that he had also approved an attempted rape of my followers, the professor and her student. The rapists are now all female versions of themselves and that is how all others will remember them. But the captain will be remembered as he was. With the information you will find in the captain's cabin, it will prove that he ran the smuggling rather than you, as he was arranging the information to make it appear. Now everyone will assume the captain ran off to avoid prosecution. And the captain will, in actuality, be trapped inside this body, unable to do anything but think of sex and obedience to others. Do with her as you will. She can deny you nothing." "But who are you?" "Aphrodite, Goddess of Love." The captain then said, "Please, Master, command me to have sex with you." She grabbed and fondled her breasts. "I need it sooo bad." Leonard hesitated only a few seconds before saying, "Suck my dick, bitch." As she knelt before him, Leonard heard an amused laugh, descending in volume as David left the room. ************ -- "This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?" "Sure. I just like T.V. better." 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