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And now for something completely different... Feel free to do what you will
- use the characters, the theme, etc. Write long stories, short stories,
whatever. As long as you have fun. Elrod
The Boob God
by Elrod W.
Don Larson sweated profusely as he stepped from the airplane to the
pavement. His travel agent had warned him that Cairo would be hot at this
time of year, but he hadn't expected this much heat. Between the weather
and his rotund out-of-shape body, he was panting and soaked by the time he
got on the bus to his hotel.
Don cursed his luck. He had hoped to have a fun trip - a tour in Egypt,
followed by a nice Mediterranean cruise. But the flight over was crowded,
the temperature was too hot, and it looked like most of the women who
would be on the cruise were attached. Or dumpy middle-aged women. Don
deluded himself into believing that he wasn't a dumpy, overweight middle-
aged man, that younger women would find him an attractive partner, and that
he would, finally, so many years after his bitter divorce, spend some fun time
with an attractive young lady.
Don dumped his suitcases in the hotel room, and decided against trying to
unpack. They would be boarding the cruise ship in the morning - no sense
unpacking only to repack. Instead, he pulled out his toiletries bag and a fresh
shirt. A quick shave, a bit of anti-perspirant, and he buttoned his shirt. As
he ran a comb through his thinning hair, his vanity prevented him from
seeing himself as he truly was. He looked absurd in the polyester shorts,
down to his pasty-white knees, and the gaudy tropical print shirt. Don
believed he was ready for a little action.
Finding no potential partners in either the bar or by the hotel pool, Don
slouched back toward the elevator. Then he spied the sign. It was tucked
away in a corner, and not obvious, but it caught Don's eye. The sign
advertised a museum of Egyption antiquities. Don shurugged. Why not. He
would only get to Egypt once - might as well take in some of the historical
sights.
Don regretted his decision almost at once. The museum was hot, the exhibits
were (to him) boring, and there were almost no attractive young women in
the tour group. Almost none. He did see one lovely young woman, but
when he tried to make small-talk, in an exhibit hall which was a
reconstruction of an Egyptian temp of some form, she gave him a withering
stare. Don backed away quickly. Too quickly. He tripped over a low railing
- a divider between the tourists and the exhibits. Frantically, his arms flailed
as he tumbled backward, and then his head struck something. A brief flash,
a stab of pain, and Don lost consiousness.
Don's eyes slowly cleared from the blinding flash. He opened his eyes, and
stared, startled. Carefully, he turned his head, looking around him, scarcely
believing what his eyes saw. He was still in the throne room. But it was
darker, and a light fog clung to the floor. He turned his whole body, taking
in the bewildering scene. And stopped when he faced what looked to be an
altar.
Atop the altar, a vision of lovliness appeared, an Egyptian woman of
stunning beauty. Her long dark hair framed a face that was perfect. Don
could think of no other way to describe it. Her hair was adorned with golden
ornaments, she wore jewelry of pure gold in her ears and around her neck.
Even her gown seemed woven from threads of purest gold. Don gawked at
the woman.
Finally, he got up some nerve. "Where am I?" he asked cautiously.
The woman smiled. "You are in my temple," she answered simply. Don
was too stunned at the beauty of her voice to notice that she was speaking in
English.
"But who are you?"
The woman smiled again. "I am one of the Goddesses of Egypt."
"Yeah, right!" Don scoffed. "And I'm the Queen of England."
The woman frowned. "Foolish mortal, you dare doubt my true nature?" She
waved her hand, and Don writhed in pain as he felt fire through his joints.
He tried to scream, so great was the agony, but he couldn't. Finally, she
dropped her hand, and the pain ceased. "Do you doubt me now?"
Don whimpered. "No," he answered softly.
"Good," she smiled again. "I have chosen you."
Don frowned. "Chosen? For what?"
The goddess raised her eyebrows. "Why to be my agent, the living
incarnation of my powers."
"What powers?"
"The power to grant to women that which they desire most. The power to
give women the breasts of a goddess!"
Don laughed. "You want to make me what? The boob god?"
The goddess frowned. She extended a finger outward toward Don.
Immediately, he felt something growing on his chest. He looked down, and
his jaw dropped open. His chest was ballooning outward into large boobs!
Round and firm, they grew out and out, until they ripped his shirt open. And
still they grew! Don grasped them, as if to contain the sudden growth, but
still they grew, the nipples big and round and brown.
Don screamed as he held the giant boobs, knowing from the sensations that
they were, indeed, part of him. Finally the growth stopped, and he looked
up to the goddess, his eyes reflecting his pain and confusion. "Why me? I
hate big boobs!" he cried.
The goddess smiled. "Of course. And that is why I have chosen you. You
are attracted to the women who need the gift most of all."
Don whimpered. "But you should have chosen a woman for this."
The goddess got a sad look. "I have used women as agents before. Always
they became too vain, too selfish. A man is not concerned whether his
breasts are bigger or firmer than another woman. And so a man is better
suited to granting breasts to other women." The goddess seemed to float
down from the altar, until she was standing in front of Don. Wordlessly, she
removed her necklace, then pressed it against Don's forehead. He felt a
burning pain, and another flash of light, as the symbol seemed to burn into
his head.
Slowly, Don opened his eyes. Around him, the rest of the tour group was
gathered. The tour guide was leaning over him, holding his head up
carefully. When Don's eyes opened, the guide smiled. "You have had a bad
fall," he said in halting English. "Bad bump on head."
Don felt the pain in his head, and knew the guide was right. But that wasn't
all he felt. For some unknown reason, Don's chest felt very heavy. He
looked down, expecting to see something bizarre, like boobs on his chest.
But he saw nothing. Just his bright shirt. "I think I'll go back to the hotel,"
he said warily. The guide helped him to his feet, then led him slowly from
the museum to a waiting taxi. Back at the hotel, Don trudged slowly to the
elevator, then into his room. Something didn't feel right - he felt a swaying
and jiggling as he walked. But when he stripped off his shirt, there was
nothing but his normal chest.
Don ran a tub, having decided a warm soak would help him relax. It must
have all been a dream. Some kind of hallucination. He slipped into the tub,
surprised at how the warm water felt on his chest, how it seemed to take
away some of the heaviness. After a while, when most of the pain seemed to
have subsided, Don stood, toweled himself off, and stepped from the tub.
And saw himself in the mirror. His jaw dropped open. There, in his
reflection, were the large boobs he from the vision! His hands reached out,
and he felt them! They were large, round, firm boobs, with big brown
nipples! And his fingers touched the nipples! Oh, my! He felt a thrill
through himself at the strange sensation! Don nearly screamed, then looked
down, directly at his chest. And saw nothing! Nothing but his normal chest!
Don looked back at the mirror, and stared at the boobs on his reflected image.
And then he saw something else. On his forehead, like a brand, his reflected
image carried the same symbol as he had seen on the goddess' necklace! Don
passed out and collapsed to the floor.
They boarded the ship in the morning. Don was more convinced that the
events of the previous day had been a dream. He had sneaked into the
bathroom, peeking cautiously into the mirror, until he was satisfied that his
reflection was normal. So Don went about his morning business, shaving,
dressing, and getting ready to board the cruise liner. As he walked up the
gangplank, Don felt the strange heaviness return, and the feeling that
something was jiggling and bouncing with each step. But a glance in the
mirror showed nothing. Probably afteraffects of the bump on the head.
The second day out of port, Don's chest felt even heavier. He wasn't liking
the sensation at all - when he tried to sleep on his stomach, it felt like
something was under his chest. He rolled on his back, and felt like
something was crushing him. Don spent a fitful night, and stumbled to
breakfast.
He was pleasantly surprised to find the attractive young woman from the
museum tour at his table. And she had remembered him. She even
introduced herself. Barb, she had said pleasantly. So pleased to meet him,
and glad he was feeling all right, especially after he had hit his head so hard
in the museum. Don smiled, and assured her that he was okay. And then
she made eye contact with him. For a brief second, Don saw the goddess
smiling at him, and then he was staring into the eyes of the young lady.
"Please bless me," she said softly, in a voice that didn't seem her own.
Don thought about the vision, about what the goddess had said to him in the
vision, and fled the table in terror. He retreated to the safety of his cabin,
where he spent the rest of the day, alternately trying to sleep and drinking
heavily.
He awoke the next morning, feeling even more tired. Automatically, he
flipped on the light in the bathroom - and froze. The vision was back. His
reflection had boobs again! And bigger than the last time! Don's hands
automatically rose to cup the strange boobs, to deny their presence. But his
sense of touch confirmed that they were, in fact, there. Don looked down at
his chest automatically, and choked back a scream. This time, he could
actually see them! And see his hands cupping the large round breasts!
"You must share the blessings with women," he heard a soft voice beside
him call out.
Don spun, a mistake he realized as his boobs swayed wildly. He clasped
them firmly with his hands, steadying the bouncing. "It wasn't a dream!" he
cried.
The goddess smiled at him. "No, it wasn't. You have my gift to share."
"I don't want your gift," Don screamed. His fists balled in anger. He didn't
know if he'd actually try to hit a goddess, but the thought crossed his mind.
The goddess smiled again. "You must share the gift. For if you don't, your
own breasts will grow bigger, until you are helpless. The power within you
grows. You must share it before it overwhelms you." She produced a wad
of clothing out of thin air, a garment spun of the same golden thread as her
own clothing. She unfolded it - to reveal a beautiful bra.
Don stared at it in horror. "I'm not wearing no damn bra!" he snarled. The
goddess merely smiled, then the bra disappeared. And reappeared on Don!
He grabbed at it angrily, and pulled at it, but it wouldn't budge. And he
found his nipples responding to the fine, sensuous cloth! He looked up,
horrified, to protest to the goddess.
But she was gone. All he heard was her voice echoing. "You must share the
gift before it overwhelms you."
Don smoothed his shirt, and was grateful that his large boobs, so visible to
him in the mirror, were not visible to anyone else. At least they didn't seem
to be. He stepped into the elevator, and too late realized that Barb was inside,
reading a magazine or brochure or something. Don started to back out, but
the doors closed and he was trapped. She looked up from her magazine, and
recognized him.
"Oh, hi Don!" she said pleasantly. Then she stared into his eyes. "Please
bless me," she pleaded.
Don looked at her, and suddenly, the weight in his chest became unbearable.
'Touch her breasts while you invoke my name,' he heard the goddess' voice
telling him. Don looked at Barb - she looked so helpless and innocent. He
was afraid.
Suddenly, Don and Barb were standing in the temple, at the foot of the altar.
Atop the altar, the goddess smiled down at him. Don glanced down, and saw
that he was topless, with huge boobs. And Barb was topless as well. Don
looked longingly at her small breasts - A-cups - and saw her eyes, pleading
for his blessing. Slowly, almost unconsciously, Don reached out, cupped
her tiny breasts, and said the goddess' name. An overwhelmingly pleasant
tingling rippled through Don's boobs, and out to his fingertips. Don glanced
up at the goddess, and saw her smiling. At the same time, he felt his own
chest shrinking. He glanced down, and saw his boobs had nearly vanished -
all except the nipples! At the same time, Barb's own breasts were growing,
until they were at least a D-cup! And then the vision faded. Don was
cupping Barb's small breasts, standing in an elevator on a cruise ship.
Barb looked up at Don. "Thank you," she said, smiling, as she gently pried
Don's hands from her breasts. At the next stop, she left the elevator,
glancing over her shoulder to smile at Don. He just stood there, confused.
His own chest felt lighter, to be sure, but she didn't look any different.
After what he felt was a wasted morning, Don grabbed a bite to eat, then
went to his room to change for a dip in the pool. But when he stripped off
his shirt in the bathroom, he saw his boobs again. Small, pert, but definitely
boobs. And cradled lovingly in that golden bra! Don felt angry and used!
How come the goddess had picked him? Suddenly afraid that someone
would see his boobs if he went out shirtless, he pulled on a shirt and gave up
on the idea of swimming. But, he could at least enjoy the sun!
Don spotted an empty lounge chair, and plopped heavily into it. He leaned
back, and opened his magazine. He was resting comfortably when he saw a
well-endowed beauty, in a small bikini, dive into the pool. She surfaced to
cheers from some of the guys around the pool, then blushed as she slipped
back under the water to pull her top back on. Then she surfaced again, and
Don recognized her. This woman was Barb! But that was impossible. Barb
had tiny pert little boobs, but this woman had large round breasts, at least D-
cups! And then she climbed from the pool, right beside where Don was
sitting. Barb looked down and smiled, then strode off, her large boobs
jiggling in a most tantalizing way. Don snorted. At least tantalizing to other
guys! But not him. Don hated big boobs! Angrily, he stomped back to his
cabin, and was dismayed to feel heaviness returning to his chest.
As Don waited to get into the elevator, a lithe beauty with auburn hair stepped
out. She stopped, then turned as if drawn and stared at Don. Don sized her
up - average height, nice ass, thin waist with a nice flat stomach, and - Don's
heart skipped - delicate little boobies. As soon as they made eye contact, she
looked up at Don, entranced. She waited for everyone else to clear away,
and then asked softly for a blessing.
Don got a mischevious smile. At this point, the girl seemed hopelessly in his
power. He took her arm, and together they got into the elevator, descending
quickly to his deck. Inside Don's cabin, she quickly disrobed at his
suggestion. Don, likewise, stripped, and was shocked to discover that the
bra - and his boobs - were plainly visible. He looked up at the girl, and she
just smiled as she reached out and cupped his boobs. Don felt the need
growing within him, and he pushed her back on the bed and leaned over her,
then took her, enjoying her delicate little body.
As he rolled off the girl, a flash of light transported him - and the girl - to the
goddess' temple. Don looked up at her, and recoiled in fright.
"You have abused the gift I gave you," the goddess hissed angrily. She
reached out her finger to Don, and he found himself changing, shifting shape
quickly. To his horror, his boobs swelled even larger, and he felt hair
cascading down his back. He looked down, in the tiny crack between his
enormous tits, and saw his waist shrinking. But that wasn't the only thing
getting smaller! He felt his dick pulling inside him, even as he watched it
vanish! He looked up to the goddess.
And found himself lying on his back, strapped to a stone slab, his arms
shackled above his head and his legs spread wide. And as he watched, the
girl changed, transforming into a large man. And then the girl took him,
ravishing him over and over, painfully and in humiliating ways. Finally, it
was over. The girl crawled from him and sat down beside the slab. Don
glanced over his large boobs, and saw the goddess standing at the foot of the
slab, barely visible in the crack between his massive boobs.
"You have been punished for the first transgression," she said menacingly.
"If you repeat this offense, I will leave you as you are now, a plaything for
whatever men wish to do to you." She leaned over and pinched Don's nipple
painfully. "Do you understand?"
Don winced. "Yes, goddess," he cried through his tears.
The goddess smiled. "Good." She waved her hand, and Don was back in
the room, in his body. And so was the girl. Don gently cupped her breasts,
and incanted the name of the goddess, feeling the familiar tingling as the
power was invoked.
Don awoke, sweating. He had dreamed that somehow, through an innocent
mistake, he had abused the powers again. In anger, the goddess had
transformed him into a whore, and left him in virtual slavery in a poor
country, servicing men for the rest of his life. Don glanced in the mirror, and
was dismayed to see that his chest was already swelling with power. But
inwardly, he decided he couldn't risk using it. Not if a mistake could cause
such consequences!
For the next two days, Don fought the heaviness in his chest. Finally, as he
prepared to go to dinner, he glanced in the mirror. And nearly fainted. His
boobs - they were immense! Don held them, huge mammaries overflowing
his hands, the nipples alone bigger than his palms! Don wanted to cry, so
ashamed was he of these monstrosities on his otherwise normal male chest!
He turned from the mirror to pull on his shirt, and found that his shoulders
and back were painfully sore. Lifting his arms to put on his shirt was a major
effort. Don cried as he realized that he was powerless - he had to use the gift.
As Don leaned over to lock his door, his ass bumped into a woman. He
turned to apologize, and was taken by the girl. She smiled at him, then
rubbed her hand across his chest. Don recoiled in horror. Did she see
something. He glanced down, and realized that he probably looked normal.
But that didn't explain the girl's strange behavior. He looked up again, and
saw her staring into his eyes. He realized that she knew - she realized what
he could give her.
"Please bless me, gifted one," the woman said softly.
Don sighed. "If I touch you, your breasts may grow to a very large size," he
said cautiously.
The woman smiled, still entranced. "I want as big of breasts as you can give
me," she answered. Don nodded, then led her into his cabin. As the door
closed behind him, the girl began unbuttoning his shirt, then darting her
tongue over his nipples. Don's eyes rolled as the pleasant sensations coursed
outward from his nipples. He glanced down, and his eyes widened in shock
as he saw that the girl was playing with his large boobs! They were visible!
And then she looked up, still licking his nipple, and smiled. "Oh, yes," she
said coyly. "I know who - and what - you are." She sucked on his nipple,
then looked up again. "Let me show you a bit of pleasure before you bless
me." Her tongue and hands expertly caressed Don's chest, bringing him
more and more pleasure, until finally, Don exploded in an orgasm.
The girl waited until Don's eyes refocused on her. "Now bless me, please."
Don laid his hands gently on the girl, then invoked the goddess' name. As he
felt the tingle, he looked down, and saw that his boobs vanished, while
simultaneously, the weight on his shoulders and back disappeared. After a
moment, the girl smiled, looked up at Don, then wordlessly let herself out of
his cabin.
Don sat back on the bed, confused. And the goddess appeared to him. "You
did well not to abuse the power," she said, smiling.
Don frowned. "But she saw my boobs! She knew what I was!"
The goddess smiled. "Of course. Truly perceptive women will understand.
The rest will just know instinctivly that you can give them a gift." The
goddess vanished.
The next day, Don bumped into the girl in the hall as he stepped out for
breakfast. She smiled, then grabbed his hand and cupped it around her truly
magnificent breast. "F-cups!" she said proudly. "Or G's." She leaned up,
gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then walked happily down the corridor.
By mid-afternoon, Don was feeling the heaviness again. He sighed, then
went to the bar for a drink. There, he met another woman, a rather attractive
middle-aged woman who decided to buy him a beer. And she explained that
she thought her husband was cheating on her with a younger, more endowed
girl. She asked for Don's blessing, hoping that a better figure would entice
her husband to quit straying. Don, remembering the pain of his own divorce,
bestowed the gift on her. He felt the heaviness vanish, although he knew it
was only temporary.
That night, as Don walked along the deck, lost in his thoughts, he heard an
argument. He leaned over the railing, and saw a man and woman fighting on
the deck below. Don flinched at the pure venom in the man's voice. He
verbally attacked everything about the woman - her face, her makeup, her
hair, her tiny boobs. He insulted her intelligence. And then he slapper her,
hard, and left her crying as he stormed off for a beer. Anger welled up in
Don. Anger at the insensitivity of the jerk. And pity for the girl. She was so
young, and seemed so innocent. Why should she suffer such humiliation.
Don decided to take action. He followed the man to the bar, then nursed a
beer until the guy left. At a discrete distance, Don followed him until the jerk
entered his own cabin. Don smiled as the plan unfolded in his mind.
For the next two days, Don struggled with the growing discomfort in his
shoulders and back. He knew that his boobs were getting truly enormous,
but his determination to see his plan to completion let him bear the pain. Don
thought briefly of how the goddess would react - would he be condemned to
a life of sexual servitude for what he was about to do? Or maybe worse? But
the thought of the man being so cruel to the girl steeled his determination.
Don positioned himself in a stairwell down the hall from the cabin and
waited. Presently, he was rewarded when he saw the jerk storm out of his
cabin and stomp down the hall. Don followed him again, into one of the
ship's many bars. For a moment, Don's resolve wavered, then he saw the
jerk slip off his wedding band and start flirting with a woman at the bar.
Don slipped up to the bar and took a seat beside the jerk. He patiently sipped
his beer, watching the guy get more drunk and more obnoxious. Quickly,
the girl he had been flirting with realized just what an ass the guy was, and
left. He turned back, and demanded another beer. Don smiled - the guy was
already hammered. He struck up a conversation with the jerk, buying the
beer, and smiling as he contemplated his vengeance. Eventually, he
convinced the jerk that they should go to another of the ship's bars. They
staggered out of the bar, the jerk from being drunk, and Don from trying to
support the drunken slob while also fighting the weight in his chest. After
another few beers, the jerk was nearly out. Don slid his hands onto the guy's
chest, and quickly incanted the goddess' name. A sharp electric tingling
coursed through his body, and into the jerk. The guy started, looking up,
then slumped back onto the table. Don smiled as he sauntered back to his
room, his chest as light as his mood.
As Don lay down to sleep, a flash surrounded him, and he found himself in
the goddess' temple. He looked up at her, fear in his eyes. But she just
smiled down at him. "A most clever use of the gift," she said appreciatively.
"I would not have thought of that."
"So you are not angry?" Don asked shakily.
The goddess smiled. "Of course not. You used the gift to help a woman.
That is its true purpose. How could I be angry?" She touched him lightly on
the shoulder. "Let me show you something." From thin air, a mirror
appeared, and in the mirror, Don saw an image of the jerk sleeping, snoring
loudly. Beside him lay his wife, crying, rubbing the black eye from where
he had hit her. And then the image shifted, and Don saw the enormous
boobs on the guy's chest. The goddess smiled. "Tomorrow, he will be
confused. And humiliated. Within a week, he will be totally woman, and
will exist only to please men. And during his change, his wife shall scorn
him, and heap ridicule and abuse on him. She will leave him, too, a freak
who abused a woman once too often."
The mirror vanished. "You are learning your role. You still do not
appreciate what the gift means to the women who receive it, but you are
learning to give it generously." The vision vanished.
Don lay back on bed, and his hands reached up automatically for his chest.
Even though he couldn't see them, he felt his boobs. Tiny now, but he knew
they would grow. And he knew that he would share the gift. Not willingly,
not understanding what it meant. But he would share.
Even though he still hated big boobs.
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