Lou wanted some more breasts. She had seen various pictures of women with four breasts – and even more – and it had been like an immediate addiction. The final straw was seeing the movie The Warrior and the Sorceress on video. Most of the film was of variable quality, but on the whole it was fun. She could, of course, have two implants and some ‘adjusting’ surgery, which would give her the form and the nipples. But they wouldn’t be real. She wanted them to be just like her own two in every way. This was a problem.
One day Lou was reading through the small ads in the paper, when she came across a vaguely worded ad that “… would give you more than you have.” Thinking along the Hippy lines – taught to her by her mother – that you would resonate with something that was meant for you, she phoned up and made an appointment. In this case, the Hippies had been right.
“Miss Sands, the consultant will see you now.” The secretary told Lou, and then went back to playing Solitaire on her computer. Lou got up, looked around again at the small waiting room that she had been sitting in patiently, but with a suppressed excitement, for the last twenty minutes, and went through the door marked Consultant.
“Ah, Miss Sands. May I call you Lou? We’re very informal here. Take a seat.” The consultant was a friendly-looking woman in her late thirties, and seemed approachable enough.
“Now, you want a couple more breasts?”
The directness of the question surprised Lou, especially as she’d not given that information on any forms, or to any persons, in any way whatsoever.
“Yes,” seemed the best answer. It was the truth anyway.
“Good. Here is our list of charges. Satisfaction guaranteed, or you don’t pay us a penny.” Lou looked at the list. It all seemed very reasonable, and the thirty-days-grace before she paid was very generous.
“Do you get many people trying to default on…”
“We have had no problems with that. We have our methods. Why ask? You’re the kind of person who won’t do that.” It was a statement, not a question.
Lou was satisfied. There was an air of confidence and trustworthiness about these people. “Where do I sign?”
“OK Lou. That’s the formality…” – not formalities, thought Lou – “… out of the way, so are you ready for your new breasts?”
“Now?”
“Of course. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“But I haven’t got …”
“Nonsense. All is taken care of.” – not will be taken care of, thought Lou.
“What do I have to do?”
“Lie down on the couch and pull up your T-shirt. Then indicate just where you’d like your new breasts to be placed.”
Lou did so, and after a little bit of not-sure, here, no up-a-bit, and a mirror, she was happy. The consultant produced a spray and laid down a four inch band across her where she’d indicated, and then gave her a tablet in a foil pouch.
“Take this before six this evening, or else your brain won’t be able to make connections to, and sense of, your new addition. It stimulates your brain to accept what’s going on. The best thing to do is to go home, take the tablet with a glass of milk, then go to bed. There’s a slight additive in the tablet to help you sleep. You may get some strange sensations as your brain sorts things out, if you don’t take it. Having said that, some people would like the strange disturbances in their reality as the changes are made, but you wouldn’t.” Again it was a statement of fact. And absolutely correct. The consultant stepped back. “OK, all done.”
Lou pulled down her T-shirt and stood up. “Thank you. I like high-quality service.”
“You pay us money, we do our best to give you what you want. It’s the right thing to do. Off you go now. It’ll take you about an hour to get home at this time of day, so you’d better get moving. I hope you enjoy your new addition to your body. We offer other services, if one day you’re interested.”
Lou took the offered business card, shook the consultant by her hand, and left.
“She’s going to have fun,” said one.
“It will be interesting,” said another.
“An interesting case study,” said the first one.
“Very interesting,” said the other.
Lou arrived home and did as she was instructed. She put the small box that the secretary had handed her on the way out on the kitchen table, unopened. It was better that way, Lou had been told. She poured herself a glass of milk and took the normal-looking tablet. All very not-out-of-the-ordinary, she thought. She’d hoped it was some bright yellow with orange stripes or spots tablet, but it was just like a normal tablet looked.
Lou went to bed, tired now but looking forward towards her new breasts.
Lou awoke, and immediately could tell by the extra weight that her dreams had come true. She lifted the duvet and YES! there the little beauties were. Lou rushed to the bathroom mirror and finally she was a four-breasted woman. They were as if someone had cloned her basic issue pair and placed them below – exactly where she wanted them to be.
It was as she turned away from the mirror that Lou caught something. She turned back, and then lifted her lower right breast so she could see its side. Yes, there was something written there. She moved closer to the mirror and there was no doubt. She looked down and manipulated the breast into direct view. There was a single word – no, a brand name! She had designer breasts! A quick check of her other new breast confirmed this. Her new breasts had, basically, advertising on them! She was now a living billboard.
Lou ran back into the bedroom to have a look at all the documentation she had. There, in small text at the bottom of a page, was a statement that “… the subject agrees to have on the new addition (or additions) a mark (or marks) to be decided by the company for a period not exceeding ninety days. These will not be overly intrusive but will be prominent.” She threw the sheet of paper to the floor. She was to be an advertising hoarding for ninety days? That was three months! Then a thought came to her, and she expressed it out loud. “I can live with that.”
A package was on the table in the kitchen. It contained five high-quality double-row bras (which, when worn, didn’t hide the designer name), instructions that said, in essence, “Try not to get pregnant, or these will be carried forward in your genes to all your descendants”, and another letter thanking her for using their services and that her custom was hoped of again in the future.
After something light to eat, Lou had a shower, selected some reasonably revealing clothes, and set off into the evening to show off her new body. Others would have been embarrassed or frightened with such a modification on show, but not Lou. It was her heart’s desire.
The weeks had passed. Lou was now a minor celebrity. She’d been on local television, in the local papers, and even done a topless shoot for a men’s magazine. It was all good money in the bank, and Lou loved the attention. There had been a few boyfriends – mainly out of curiosity – but nothing serious. It was her celebrity status that attracted them, and that same thing had placed some sort of barrier between her and them, so nothing came of it. Then she met Jim.
Jim had been out of the country for a couple of months, selling sand to the Arabs, or snow to the Eskimos, or plankton to whales, or something difficult like that, and had pulled it off, so he was enjoying the substantial bonus in his wallet. He’d never heard of Lou Four Breasts, so when he met her in a bar one evening he was, to her, refreshingly untainted by the media. He didn’t baulk (visibly) at her extras, and as the evening progressed they quickly became friends. Two days later they were lovers. There was some sort of chemistry between them that would have meant them becoming close anyway, with or without her “additions to the family” as Jim put it. He and she were very soon an inseparable item.
One day Lou woke up to find Jim staring at her from his side of the bed.
“Erm,” he said. “Your branding has gone. Your new breasts are advertising free.”
This woke Lou with a start. She had a look. All gone. She was unbranded. The grin on her face grew wider and wider, as did his, and soon some advertising-free sex was taking place.
It was as they were laying back, post-coupling, that Lou started to feel an itch at the base of her spine. She scratched, but it wouldn’t go away. It got worse, and she scratched harder. Jim had a look, but could see nothing to irritate the skin, and went to the bathroom to get anything he could think of which would help. While he was in there Lou let out a cross between a “yelp” and a scream. He rushed in to find Lou, face down on the bed, with a bulge where she had been scratching. This grew as he watched, elongating into a sausage about an inch across, that grew downwards and up as an extension of her spine. Lou was growing a tail.
The day passed. Both had called in and claimed that they were sick. Lou’s tail was now as long as her leg, and as thick as her thigh. The biggest annoyance was the emergences along both sides of another designer name. That suggested that (a) this was intended by someone, and (b) it was going to be permanent – at least for a few weeks or so. Sure enough, a letter arrived the following day that said “… this is offered on approval for one week. If you do not tender payment for it, it will be withdrawn.”
That was nice. She didn’t have a choice whether she was modified. She was modified first, and then asked if she wanted to keep it. Nasty.
The tail was now fully grown, as far as they could tell. The surface was starting to change from skin to something else, something rough to the touch, and it was silver-ish, whatever it was. There was also a flattening out of the end, as if it had been hit by a giant hammer. It was spreading sideways. Lou wouldn’t go anywhere, now, and Jim couldn’t blame her. He was frightened for her as well. There had been no indication of what this was going to be in the letter, so it was wait and see.
They found out the following morning, when Lou rolled over to her side and fell off the edge of the bed. The normal mechanism of using your arms and legs to control had failed, and she’d slipped unceremoniously out and down from under the duvet. Jim awoke instantly and looked over to see what had happened to her, then moved over the bed to help. It was then that he found the two legs in the bed. On their own. Not connected to a body. Meanwhile Lou was torn between going hysterical and incredible joy. The tail had become silver with scales, and it was a mermaid’s tail. This was a childhood fantasy of Lou’s, but one forgotten in the bustle of growing up. Jim was investigating the legs, which obviously were once Lou’s. They’d simply fallen off in the night, cleanly and without blood. Looking at Lou the tail was now hip-wide, and it looked totally natural, flowing from skin to scales evenly and smoothly. It moved, as flexible as a snake or eel, with no impression of knees half-way down. There were no legs inside this tail. Jim had to admit, it was beautiful.
Lou had cried for a bit, but with a mixture of joy and what-the-Hell-has-happened-to-me-now? Now she was inspecting her tail, with some artistic designer name down her left side, but that blended in smoothly and didn’t grate on the eye. The advertising company had obviously learned a lesson or two about presentation, she thought.
“Yes,” said Jim. “They had.”
Lou looked at him. “Jim,” she said carefully, “I didn’t say anything out loud, did I?”
Jim thought. “No,” he said. “I just answered you.”
“How did I communicate that idea about the advertising company to you?”
“I just heard you.”
“Did you use your ears?”
Jim thought some more. “I don’t think so.” He looked puzzled. He wasn’t in any way stupid, but the enormity of what might have happened was causing his mental processes some problems.
“Jim,” Lou said deliberately. “Either me or you are capable of reading thought.”
“It’s probably you,” said Jim, in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. “You’re the one who’s been having a change or two.”
Yes, thought Lou. You’re probably right. Did you get that?
“Yes. But it still doesn’t confirm whether it’s you transmitting or me being able to read your mind. We need a third party for this.”
“Jim, we’re being too rational about this. It’s like two computers discussing something. Have we changed?”
Jim got out of the bed, ignoring Lou’s old legs, and picked her up across his forearms against his chest. “Yes, maybe, it seems so. It could be needed so we’ll handle your changes. Still, as one who thinks he is still human, to another who he thinks is still human, I can only say that I love you,” he said to her smiling face. “That’s all I know for certain.” He placed her on the bed, and then had an idea.
“I’ve had an idea,” he said, picking her up again. “Come with me.”
He took her to the bathroom, then placed her on the toilet pan, sitting. He ran a lukewarm bath and transported her in to it.
“This feels like home!” said Lou happily. “It’s so natural!”
“You’re a mermaid.” Said Jim. “Mermaid’s like water. It’s simple.”
Yes my love, thought Lou. It is.
Then Lou exclaimed vocally “The water’s turning me on! Jim, do you fancy some fish for breakfast?” Jim had noticed that he was being stimulated, but put that down to the holding of Lou’s naked body in his arms. But as soon as Lou mentioned it he was fully ready for action. The small part of him that was capable of thinking logically decided that the water had triggered Lou to produced pheromones and stimulate them both. Still, he’d never made love to a mermaid before, so stop thinking and get on with it!
The bathroom was a mess. Water had been splashed everywhere. Soap, Lou’s yellow plastic duck, Jim’s loofah, and various flannels and other bathing aids were scattered all over the place. In the middle of the bath mat was a mermaid named Lou who was breathing heavily, and next to her was a human male doing the same. It hadn’t just been sex, it had been a marathon.
“I’ve never felt so electric!” said Jim.
“Same here. I’ve never felt so sensitive as well. Not just sensitive, but able to take it. As you know, I am very thin-skinned down there after I’ve had an orgasm, but today it didn’t matter. It wasn’t just orgasm, but super-orgasm!”
Jim was looking at his thing, half expecting it to drop off with wear, and then at Lou. So the stories about mermaids being sirens luring sailors to their doom was true. What a way to die! And he had his own personal siren who loved him, not just regarding him as something to be lured to death and then, maybe, eaten? The words Praying Mantis floated through his brain.
“Come here, my breakfast,” said Lou. “I want to eat you!”
“You can read my mind!”
“Or you’re transmitting.”
“Either way it’s now two-way communication.”
“Yes.”
Their hormones, after taking a short but well-earned break, were girding their loins for more. It was time for breakfast.
The days passed in one enormous frenzy of sex, sex and more sex. Jim was soon eating double portions (not just of mermaid) to keep up with the calories being burnt off, or else he would have withered away to nothing. Lou seemed to have incredible stamina, and at times her brain seemed short-circuited with sex drive. Then the letter came that said she’d paid for the tail – in her current state she wouldn’t have said no – so she was officially now a mermaid without advertising. Oh, and her four breasts had been an asset as well, being sensitive and stimulating in their own right.
The company had been totally honest with her money – if not with other aspects of their relationship – payments had gone through exactly on time, and no hidden charges or sudden expenses. It would be nice if she’d been given information before something would happen.
“She doesn’t want to know what’s going to happen next, does she?” Said one.
“It wouldn’t be good for her heart, her nerves and her longevity,” said another.
“Hmmm,” said a third. “However, it would produce some interesting data.”
“That’s true,” said the other.
“I’m not sure,” said one.
“Don’t worry,” said the other. “She’ll come to no harm.”
“No harm whatsoever,” said the third.
The letter arrived. It informed Lou that “…the next modification she was going to have on approval would be a cosmetic one. There would be a few small extras, just as the telepathy that came with the mermaid’s tail was a small extra. These are bonuses for valued customers. You will received more modifications in due course to try out. However, in about six months time you will receive, totally free of charge, a special package of modifications that will be of special interest, and we’re sure you won’t want to miss out.”
That tells me a lot, thought Lou. Still, part of the anticipation of a present, is guessing what it actually might be, or something like that.
The change came a few days later. She was still a four-breasted telepathic mermaid with a fantastic sex life, but now she found she could change the colour of her skin at will. Her hair, in addition to being able to change its colour, could grow or shorten, change texture or even vanish. Jim called it her Instant Shave, and wished he could do it. There was one problem with a bald head, and that was the now familiar designer name across her scalp, which changed colour to compliment whatever colour her skin was, so it was always seen.
“Do we really need that advertising?”
“No, but it makes her think something commercial is going on, and thus is a contribution to her change costs.”
“Why not tell her the truth?”
“She’d want her money back.”
“So?”
“The experiment would lack that certain edge.”
“I see.”
That evening, sitting in a garden chair under the shower, with green skin and shoulder length, pitch black, hair, Lou felt her breasts start to itch violently. She scratched and scratched, and then they split up the middle right through the nipple, and suddenly she had eight breasts, four in a row. It had all been painless, but now the breasts were reshaping themselves to become proper little round breasts, which tingled. Then the nipples at the end of each breast opened horizontally, like a small mouth, and a little tongue poked out and waggled around. They started off in exact time with each other, but soon they were moving and licking and waggling and moving in and out independently. A telepathic call to Jim – downstairs watching TV – had him swiftly appearing, then staring with a mixture of horror and a smile.
“What do you think is so funny?”
“Well, you do look interesting.”
“Interesting?” Her voice had gained some power, and the tongues were moving around busily now.
Realising that he was approaching a precipice, Jim backed off. “Here, let me get you the mirror.”
It was later, and Lou was calming down. The sight of her new tongue breasts – or was that breast tongues? – was becoming accepted. It was when Jim touched one that she’d reacted as if she’d been electrocuted. They discovered that she could have a different kind of orgasm depending on which tongue Jim touched, and combinations made it even more interesting. Also was letting her tongues lick Jim in various places, which set him off like a rocket. Lou had by now got the hand of controlling her new tongues and could – with some mind-bending thinking – make them do patterns like dancers.
It was all good innocent fun, and they had lots of that, but in the morning the tongues had gone and her eight were now four again. Changing herself blue, Lou satisfied herself that the extra breasts had been a little gift. Interesting, but strange.
“OK, you’ve had your fun, now can we get on with the experiment?”
Her life had changed completely. She rarely went out, except in a wheelchair in the evening with a blanket wrapped around her tail, and a couple of shoes fixed where her feet would have been, to peek out under the blanket on the foot rests. This way she could be taken into bars, go to the movies, go shopping, and even visit family. She and Jim got engaged and things couldn’t have got any better.
They didn’t.
Lou awoke one morning to find her tail had gone, and that she stopped at the hips. She screamed.
“Now the experiment can really begin.”
Jim looked at his partner, and was shocked to his core. It was as if she was fully human, and someone had removed her legs, leaving hips and her lower torso. This was obviously part of some new change, so he didn’t phone the hospital or the police, but just soothed Lou as best he could, while waiting for something to happen.
He didn’t have long to wait.
First came the itching, again. This time it was in her lower regions, and the itch was in a direct line from her belly button, passing under her, and up her back, along her spine, by a foot or so. Knowing now that something was going to change, Lou was strangely relieved.
“At least I’m not going to be left half a woman,” she joked weakly.
Then there was another itch, this time about a foot or so down her back from her shoulders, again along her spine. Then she blacked out, as if switched off like a light.
Jim watched as first her hips widened and her vagina widened, then formed a ridge up the middle, creating two vaginas side by side. This ridge grew and started to bulge, producing a thick growth that extended down. There were two other growths, almost identical, growing down from her hip sockets. They were growing little growths on each of them – five of them on each. It didn’t take Jim long to realise that Lou was growing legs – three of them. He looked up at her face, blissfully asleep. It was over to one side, and something was growing alongside it. In fact, her whole neck had become placed to the left, and on her right shoulder was growing another bulge. This had thin hair on it, which soon thickened, and soon it was apparent that this was another head and neck.
It took about two hours for the new additions to mature, and in the end Lou had two heads – identical, and three legs, with the appropriate bits in-between them. Gently rolling her over onto her – faces? – Jim noticed that her spine had split below her shoulders to produce two necks, and a foot above her backside(s) to fit in with the three-in-a-row of her hips. Rolling her back he notice that she was growing little growths between her breasts, and very soon she was two rows of three.
This seemed to be it, for now, and half an hour later Lou woke up – or was that Lous? Jim was struggling with how to describe what Lou (and Lou?) had become, so he hoped she (they) would help him understand. Whatever they decided, went, he reckoned. It was her/their body.
“Jim?” “Jim?” The left head spoke a second or so ahead of the right, as if leading it. “I won’t open my eyes, but tell me what I am.” “..tell me what I am.” Pause. “Is there some kind of echo in here?” “…echo in here?” The repeats were getting closer together, as if the right was catching up with the left.
Jim told her/them exactly what had gone on, and the eyes opened and they/she looked ahead, then slowly down at the new body.
“Jim?” “…?” “I’m catching up… hang on… Ah HA! Synchronicity.” The voices were together now. In perfect time.
“What do you mean, Synchronicity?”
“I’m thinking without a delay. I’m still me, but there’s two of me. I’ve lost telepathy, but it’s probably been changed into linking my two brains together as one. I am one person, but with two brains.”
Jim couldn’t help giggling. “Sounds like some awful science fiction movie – are you one good and one evil?”
“No,” Lou said. “At least, I think not. Just me. Look, it’ll be fine. I can eat and talk to you at the same time.” She took his hands in her hands, and kissed both of his cheeks at once.
“That feels weird,” Jim admitted.
“Not as weird as seeing you from two different directions, and seeing my other head as well. I’ll get used to it. It’s not as if I have a choice. Oh, where’s the designer label this time?”
Jim looked her over. “I can’t find one.”
“I need the bathroom. Can you help me off the bed please?”
“Of course. How are you going to walk with three legs?”
“You are going to carry me. I will learn after I’ve visited the bathroom and learned to pee with more than the normal amount.”
He took her in his arms and carried her to the bathroom, where she shut the door – “I want to learn in private, if you don’t mind” – and learnt to pee with more than the normal amount. It was, after a bit, easy. She could choose which one to use.
The hard bit was walking. The mammalian brain is designed for pairs of walking legs, so three was totally baffling for it. Eventually, with Jim’s help, she settled on the middle one first, then the outer legs together – literally a one two one two. Handling having six breasts was a breeze after that, and Jim found that out to his pleasure. Sex was a choose-one kind of affair, but for Lou it was two brains have two orgasms, but it wasn’t twice as much it was two squared, so four times as much – if, that is, you can grade orgasms in numeric terms. All Lou really knew was that it blew her brains out!
“Well,” said one. “Would you believe it?”
“It’s certainly unexpected,” said another.
“It looks like we’ll have to try harder next time,” said one.
“Give the body time to recuperate, say a week, then I’ll have something ready,” said a third.
“It better be good.”
“It will be.”
“We don’t have much time left.”
Lou was loving her three legs. She’d learnt to gallop one-two-three at up to speeds she’d never ran at before. Also sex was incredible – when one ‘love hole’ was orgasmed out she just got Jim to transfer to the other one and carry on. When that one was orgasmed out he would just switch back to the first which had recovered, and so on throughout the day/night whenever. Somehow he seemed to be able to go all night. Her six breasts also played their part, even more then four breasts, and Lou was half-joking that maybe she’d like even more of them. The idea of being able to snog Jim and watch TV at the same time – while eating – was also a time-waster. Jim wanted two heads, two penises and six hands just to keep her serviced properly. Unfortunately the contract was with Lou only, so he had to do with what he’d been issued.
She’d forgotten all about payments for changes, and in fact no more payments had appeared on her credit card statements. Maybe the company had gone down the tubes, or been taken over, or the computer which held all the records had crashed and deleted everything. Whatever, she was happy.
“OK?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s do it.”
Lou awoke, and was totally back to normal. Only two breasts, two legs, one head, everything was standard issue. There was a tension, however, that told her that something was coming. Something big.
This lasted all day. It became boring. Jim went off to visit his parents. Lou watched TV. The evening came. Nothing.
Boring.
The first warning that ‘it’ was going to happen was all the doors slammed shut. And locked. This was strange, as none of the inside doors had any locks. It was as if she was meant to stay in one room – whichever room she was in at the moment – luckily the largest, the lounge. The tension built up, and after a little bit she was physically shaking. The thunderstorm was coming, and it was a biggie!
A clear question popped into Lou’s head. “Do you want to be conscious during this change?” There was no need to articulate an answer, because the answer had been taken from her mind before she could give it. She wanted to be conscious. “This will hurt, but you will not mind.” Then it began.
Somehow a space had been cleared in the middle of the room, and Lou went to it, took off all her clothes and threw them around, then lay down staring up at the ceiling. She was tingling with electricity, or so she felt, and then felt a long tail form from the base of her spine. This was long, green and brown, and a cross between a lizard and a snake. Now about ten feet long, and at lest as thick as her waist, it wound off to one corner of the room. It had hurt but, as promised, she hadn’t been bothered by it. She had a feeling of excitement, of anticipation of what was next. Then pairs of legs sprouted from all along this tail, at about twelve inch intervals, and suddenly she was a sort-of centipede. She got up, in response to some silent command, and stood with her legs and tail trailing off behind her. She felt like a train with its load of carriages.
Then her vision went blurry for a bit. It cleared, and she found that she was looking at the room from higher up. As there was no handy reflective surface, she felt her face, and found that she was like Jar Jar Binks, with her eyes on stalks like a snail. These moved independently and made her feel seasick for a little, but this soon settled down. They rose about two feet above her head, and could look everywhere. Looking down along her tail she learned that it had a three or four inch sawtooth ridge running along it’s top, and this ran up her back to her neck, diminishing as it climbed her back. She was all green and brown, now, but tastefully done. Her skin was slightly scaled, as a reptile, but not rough. Her hands twisted and stretched, and she had talons on her – no, were her hands. Five claws on each former hand, arranged as a human hand, with an opposed thumb/claw. These looked sharp and nasty. She picked up a book, and casually sliced it up just by holding it too hard. Razor sharp! The shock of this caused her tongue to shoot out, forked and long. She could now sense the air, with a far greater detail than her sense of smell ever was.
Then her breasts doubled. Then these four doubled again, so she had four pairs, each pair getting smaller as they went down to her navel. This wasn’t a problem, as she involuntarily arched, as if stretching, and her torso grew upwards, forcing her head and eye stalks into the ceiling. She was now about twelve feet tall, in a hunched state, and growing some lovely feathers across her shoulders and down her back. Her jaw started to press forward, and her lips hardened into her gums, so as she changed her bill pushed outwards from her face. A duck’s bill, with pointy teeth, she discovered with her tongue. Her ears twinged, and grew upwards like a horse’s, but with more rigidity. Her feet – all 22 of them, now mutated into velociraptor feet, with powerful toes and claws, gently ripping her carpet.
The next thing she knew was that she was outside, and people were staring at her. She looked around, and a rage and anger took hold of her, and she lunged and chased and clawed and bit and roared at them, but she was new to this body and hadn’t got full smooth control, and they got away. Then something clicked in her brain, and she learned that she could run very fast with her close together legs, so she shot off past the now-not-interesting people and out into the road. Racing along at a good speed, she started to overtake vehicles, causing pile-ups as drivers were distracted by this monster just-human(?) thing – who was now having severe stimulation due to a pair of self-stimulating clitorises between each pair of thighs.
Then the final ‘addition’ grew, and she was flying with an enormous pair of dragon’s wings. Stretched out like bat’s wings from her back, with muscles to power them now grown in her torso, they were horribly beautiful. She soared; up, up, up. Over the buildings she wheeled and swooped, calling with a loud screech from her powerful lungs and vocal cords, she finally lay her torso in line with her tail, lifted her legs up and back, forming one long and straight spear-like beast with eyes up and arms back, she headed out and off into the night.
“What do we do now?” said one.
“She’s happy,” said another.
“Is all the data collected?”
“Yes. The experiment is over. It is a success.”
“Good. I ask again. What do we do now?”
There was a thoughtful pause.
“We will do,” said a third, a very senior one. “Whatever she wants. However terrible. That was the risk we took with the experiment in the first place. It is our destiny. Now we’ve found a suitable candidate, and changed her to our desire, it is only fair to let her take control. We are her destiny now.”
Another thoughtful pause.
“She will be here soon.”
“Our new Goddess.”
“All hail the Lou Goddess.”
All: “Hail!”
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