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REVENGE OF A GODDESS
By Limbo's Mistress
Chapter One
The doorbell rang while I was making dinner.
"I'll get it," Katherine said as she bounced off down the hall to the
front door of my apartment.
I grinned and went back to stirring the sauce in the pot on the stove.
Today was mine and Kat's one-year anniversary as a couple, and I was
preparing my signature dish: chicken parmesan. When I didn't hear any
sort of conversation or movement from the living room, I placed the
wooden spoon on the edge of the pot and walked out of the kitchen.
"Who was it, baby?" I asked as I entered the living room and saw Kat
standing next to the closed front door. Her entire body was rigid and
stiff, as if she were standing at attention. Her big brown eyes, which I
had gazed into for more hours than I could count, were filled with
terror. The fear saturating her gaze worried me. Though not nearly as
much as my realization of who was standing beside her wearing a malicious
smile.
Nadia. My ex-girlfriend.
"Baby?" the intruder next to Kat said with a little sneer. She looked
over to the petrified girl on her left, studying her carefully. "Well, I
suppose that's an accurate term." She looked back at me, still wearing an
expression of utter disdain. "They get younger every time. Don't they,
Stephen?"
"What are you doing here, Nadia?" I pointed at Kat. "What did you do to
her?" I balled my hands into fists and took a step toward my ex-
girlfriend. I usually had a rule against striking a woman with a closed
fist, but if that crazy loon had poisoned or drugged Kat, I was going to
make an exception.
"I think not," she said with a smile. "Stop." It was a whisper, barely
audible. However, my legs quit working immediately, leaving me only
halfway across the floor to her.
"What the fuck?" I said, looking down at my lower body. Even though
everything seemed to be normal, my waist and legs felt as if they were
encased in solid concrete. "I don't know how you're doing this, but if
you don't stop it right fucking now, I'm gonna--"
"Silence." And just like that, my voice stopped working. My mouth opened
and closed, and I could feel my lungs drawing in deep gusts of breath as
I attempted to scream at Nadia. It was just that nothing audible came
out.
Kat's eyes widened, and I saw a little tremble run through her body.
"That's better," Nadia said, walking past me to the kitchen. She peered
inside and then looked back at me. "Chicken parmesan, Stephen? Well,
well, I guess this must be a special occasion then. Anniversary,
perhaps?" she cackled and looked over at Kat. "Stephen always makes
chicken parm when he's trying to be romantic."
Nadia walked back over to stand between Kat and I. Her eyes swept back
and forth for a moment before she nodded to herself. "Move closer," she
said. "I want this to be readily apparent to you both."
My legs began working again, only this time they moved with a stiff,
zombie-like gait. I noticed Kat was moving as well, in same odd way. We
approached each other, only stopping when we were just five feet apart.
"Much better. Now, I'm sure you're both wondering exactly what's going
on. Is this a nightmare? Did I drug you, somehow? Well, the answer to
both of those is a big, fat 'no'." She stepped between us, looking up at
me. "Stephen knows the answer, don't you? I mean, there can only be one
explanation as to why I have you both in my complete and utter control."
She snapped her fingers. "Tell her."
I glared at the brunette before me. "You're crazy," I said, practically
spitting the words.
She snapped her fingers again, robbing me once more of the ability to
speak. "There will be none of that, darling. You really don't want to
know what I do to people who question my sanity." She turned and looked
at Kat. "You seem really sweet, and I hate that you're caught up in this.
However, you are fucking my ex-boyfriend, so that kind of makes you
guilty by association."
"Please," Kat whimpered. "Please let us go."
Nadia laughed. "I like the begging, cutie. Maybe I'll have you begging
for something else later. But for now, how about a history lesson. Do you
know who I am?"
Kat hesitated, then nodded. "You're Stephen's ex-girlfriend."
"Yes, but did he tell you anything other than that?"
Kat shook her head, but her mouth open and the truth came out. "He said
you two dated for a little over five years. But you lost your mind one
day and started claiming you had been given the powers of a god. The
police came and took you away. To a psychiatric hospital."
Nadia smiled. "That they did. Unfortunately, I didn't realize that my new
powers hadn't activated when I started boasting of them. The taser the
police used stunned me enough to keep me from accessing them. Then the
doctors in the hospital pumped me with drugs to control my psychosis and
locked me in an asylum."
Nadia whirled around, facing me again. "Three years, Stephen. I was in
that fucking asylum for three fucking years. Stoned out of my head,
feeling my powers lingering just out of my reach. I thought I was going
mad." Then she smiled and stroked her fingers along my cheek. I tried to
recoil from her touch, but the rest of my body had become just as
immobile as my legs.
"Then, five nights ago, there was a really bad storm. It knocked out the
power to the hospital right in the middle of social time. In the
confusion to get everyone back to the rooms, my meds didn't get
administered." She snapped her fingers again. "When they realized their
mistake the next morning, it was already too late."
She gestured at herself, and I watched as the light-yellow summer dress
she was wearing turned into a black and red corset over a pair of black
leather pants. I couldn't help but notice she grew a couple of inches
taller as her chest expanded from the small, apple-sized mounds to
something more like a pair of honeydew melons.
"You should see the mess I left behind when I made my departure." She
winked at me. "Let's just say that the CDC has probably already
quarantined the place due to an outbreak of several strange cases of
hyper-nymphomania."
Nadine shrugged and walked over to stand behind Kat. A few moments
earlier, she would have had to look up at the other woman. Now, she was
nearly half a head taller.
"You are very pretty," she said to the helpless girl. "Not beautiful, of
course. But definitely pretty. I can see what attracts Stephen to you."
She leaned around to look at me though she continued to speak to Kat.
"How old are you, cutie?"
"Twenty-nine," Kat said in a near-whisper.
Nadine looked at me, opening her mouth wide in mock-surprise. Something
told me she already knew the answer before she asked it. Hell, if she
could control our bodies, reading our minds would be child's play.
In response, she nodded. "Yes, lover. I do know what you're thinking. And
feeling." She stepped around to look at Kat. "Tell me, does he ask you to
wear sexy outfits when you two fuck? Cheerleader, perhaps? Maybe a
naughty schoolgirl ensemble?"
The cords in Kat's neck stood out as she fought against Nadine's power.
In the end, however, her head bobbed up and down, answering in the
affirmative.
"Yes, me too." She laughed. "In fact, he's made all his past partners
dress up for him. Always something young and innocent. It turns him on to
be the older man, corrupting a minor." She shook her head. "I swear,
Stephen, you are such a dirty old man."
I yelled in my head that, despite what Nadine believed, she never once
complained when I asked her to wear an outfit. She never protested
playing the part of the horny schoolgirl. She might talk like it was
demeaning, but we both know she loved it.
"Is that what you think?" she said, giving me a tilt of her head. "I did
it because I was in love with you. Not because it turned me on. You made
me aroused, so I agreed to anything just to get you to fuck me."
She tapped her finger against her lips. Both the nail and her mouth were
fire-engine red. Then, a dangerous look appeared in those green eyes, and
she nodded slowly.
"Oh, this is going to be so much fun," she said. Then she took a step
away from Kat and gestured at her with one hand.
The light blue t-shirt and jeans my girlfriend had been wearing seemed to
shift and morph, taking on new features and appearances. The legs of the
jeans merged together and slid up her legs, forming an indecently short,
pleated skirt in a plaid pattern. A pair of white, knee-high socks
encased her newly-exposed legs, and her Nikes changed into a pair of
shiny black heels with a strap around the ankle.
Her t-shirt turned into a white silk blouse, with short, cuffed sleeves
and an ornate crest embroidered on the pocket. The shirt fit a little
tight on Kat's body, showcasing the large breasts beneath.
Her brown hair, hanging loose around her shoulders waved and undulated as
it twisted into a pair of pigtails capped with matching pink bows. Demure
makeup appeared on her lips, eyes, and cheeks, giving her a much younger
look.
"There," Nadine said. "That's a little better." She looked at me. "What
do you think?"
"I don't know what sort of game you're playing. But I want you to stop."
She laughed. "No, darling. That's not what you want." She pointed at the
dolled-up girl nearby. "That's what you want." She gave me a skeptical
look. "No? Let's judge, shall we?"
She nodded in my direction, and I suddenly felt the cool breeze of the
air conditioner on my entire body. Mobility to my neck was restored and,
when I glanced down, I could see my penis was already beginning to
stiffen.
"Hmmm... still not enough incentive? Well, we can certainly do something
about that." She glanced back over at Kat. "How old did you say you were,
sweetie?" "Twenty-eight."
Kat's mouth dropped open and her eyes shot over at me, the fear from
earlier turning into full-blown panic. I stared at her for a second
before turning my gaze to Nadine.
She wiggled her brows at me, cocking her hip to one side. "Well, I know
you like them young, Stephen. Just thought I'd help get that prick of
yours to full-mast. If it's going to be your last time, I want you to go
out with a bang."
"Stephen," Kat whined softly. "I ... I'm twenty-seven."
Nadine nodded. "And getting younger by the minute." She sauntered over
and stood behind me, out of my line of sight. Unable to see our
tormentor, I found myself drawn to the schoolgirl before me.
I gasped as Nadine's hand came around and encircled my dick. Her touch
was warm and firm.
"She's going to keep going, you know. Younger and younger. And every year
she loses, she's going to get hornier. You can stop it, though. All you
have to do is go over there and fuck her."
"No," I said between gritted teeth. I was actually surprised I could
speak.
Nadine laughed and reached under to cup my balls in her grip. "Wait until
these bad boys get full of man-juice. The need to come will be off the
charts."
I started to tell her that if I came, I planned on shooting it right in
her eye. However, a deep moan from across the room stole my attention.
Kat had unbuttoned the blouse, running her hands over the top of the
white lace bra beneath. Her eyes were half-lidded with desire and she
repeatedly bit down on her lower lip as more groans of desire tried to
escape.
"Stephen," she panted. "Please. I need you so bad. God, I'm so fucking
horny." She shuddered for a moment, then sighed. "I just turned twenty-
five."
As if a part of some magic trick, my mostly-erect member instantly
hardened to a near painful level. A sensation of growing fullness
appeared between my legs.
Nadine cackled. "Yes. That turns you on, doesn't it? Having some young
girl beg for you to screw her silly? I'm glad it does. That's going to
make what I have planned all the more fun."
I tried to turn my head, but Kat had let one hand drop from her breasts
to move under the hem of the short skirt. Though it wasn't possible to
see where it had gone, the motions of her wrist and the sounds coming out
of her throat were more than enough to let me know what she was doing.
"Stephen," she gasped. "I ... oh god ... please. I need you. I need you
inside me so ... so ... badly." Her knees quaked for a second, making me
think she'd managed to get herself off. However, she moaned, deeper this
time, and opened her eyes to stare at me. "Twenty-two ... no, twenty-
one."
Nadine nudged me with her hip, sending me stumbling a few feet closer to
the randy schoolgirl.
Kat's blouse was completely unbuttoned now, and the hand under her skirt
was making squishing noises. My cock was like a steel pole, aching and
throbbing with need. I probably could have hammered a nail into a board
with it. My balls were trying to get in on the action as well, hanging
low and bumping against my inner thighs with each step.
"Better hurry," Nadine said. "When she rewinds back to puberty, times up.
She'll be a super-charged, sex-hungry tween. God only knows what she'll
do to get off then."
I took another step, this one without any assistance from the crazy
person who'd upended our lives. Kat saw me nearing and stopped fondling
herself long enough to reach under the skirt and pull down her panties.
The white silk garment was soaked with her juices and the wafting musky
scent made me even harder.
Kat turned around and planted her hands on the back of the sofa, arching
her back to thrust her ass out toward me. The hem of the skirt rode up,
coming to just the barest top of her thighs. "Nineteen."
Oh god, did I want her. I could stand there and argue that my fantasies
didn't involve younger girls doing sinfully carnal things. However,
Nadine had figured me out not long after we got together. I might not
want to admit it, but there was something about Kat's youthful resurgence
that was driving me to the brink.
I took another step. Now I was within two feet of my moaning girlfriend.
I inhaled deeply, the scent of her pussy filling my nostrils and making
my already rock-hard dick harder.
"Get used to that smell, darling," Nadine cooed from behind me. "It's
going to be an important part of your future."
I tried to make sense of what she was saying. There was something my god-
powered ex was hinting at, but I couldn't think past my own need. Still,
I doubted her idea of the ultimate revenge was to have me fuck my
girlfriend.
Kat's hands came off the sofa to reach back and flip up the skirt,
putting her lovely young ass and dripping slit on display. She turned her
head to look at me, her eyes drooping with lustful overload.
"Eighteen. Stephen, please. I'm almost a virgin again."
My heart nearly seized. I didn't consider myself a pedophile by any
stretch. But the thought of taking Kat's virginity made the heavy sack
between my legs double in weight.
Before I knew what was happening, I reached out and placed my hands on
Kat's hips. She moaned softly and shifted her legs apart, widening her
stance in anticipation of being penetrated. I paused, the tip of my steel
cock right at the entrance of her sopping wet cunt. I felt my heart
hammering in my chest as the seconds ticked by in my mind.
Nadine giggled, an evil sound that should have made me wilt to
flaccidity. Instead, I was enraptured by the mewing teen trying to get me
inside her. I used my hands to hold her at bay, ignoring her cries of
frustration and desire.
She gasped deeply, shuddering. "Seventeen."
A few months earlier, Kat and I had been discussing our pasts. I
disclosed my prior relationship with the woman who would one day return
to rain hell down on us. Kat informed me, with a great deal of blushing,
that she'd deliberately lost her virginity to her next-door neighbor on
her eighteenth birthday.
As soon as she announced her drop into a non-legal age, I shoved myself
deep inside her. The initial resistance of her hymen lasted less than a
second before I was all the way in. Kat screamed with a mixture of pain
and pleasure, then began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing herself
along my shaft.
"Very nice," Nadine said as she appeared beside us. "Still, she can't
come until you come. And until she comes, she's going to continue getting
younger."
The image of fucking an even-younger Kat made my balls ache fiercely. My
hands tightened their grip as I continued to slam myself into her.
Despite this being a woman to whom I had made gentle, tender love a
hundred times, at this moment, I just wanted to blow my entire load deep
into her virgin teen pussy.
"Oh ... oh god," she said, arching her back. "Sweet sixteen."
I groaned loudly and arched my own back. The pressure between my legs
ached worse than I could ever remember. Digging my fingers into the
tender flesh beneath them, I slammed myself one last time, as deep as
possible, and fired my wad.
Each pump of my racing heart sent jet after jet into Kat's tight cunt.
She gripped the back of the sofa, stopped moving, then screamed loudly as
her own orgasm rolled through her. Her pussy flexed and convulsed,
milking me even more.
After a few minutes, she twisted her hips to slide me out of her and
collapsed to the floor in a heap. However, my cock was still diamond hard
and continued to fire streams of white spurts into the air. They
splattered on the wall, the floor, the furniture. Even Kat, who didn't
seem to even notice due to the dazed look on her face.
Nadine slipped her arm around my shoulders. "That's it," she cooed in my
ear. "Get all that manliness out, darling. You'll not be needing it ever
again."
I tried to ask her what she meant by that, but the only thing that came
from my mouth was more moaning as I continued to come. It felt as if my
balls were throwing everything they had down the shaft, leaving behind an
unnerving, empty feeling.
As the very last spurt shot out of the tip, I glanced down at my arms.
The defined muscles I'd worked so hard to keep were gone. The limbs were
thin and hairless; my fingers becoming something dainty.
I turned my head to look at Nadine. She blew me a kiss and waved her
fingers.
"Good night, love. Brand new day tomorrow."
Then darkness claimed me.
Chapter Two
I awoke with a start, heart hammering in my chest. Quickly sitting up, I
glanced around the bedroom, half expecting to see the Devil herself
leaning over me. However, I was completely alone.
Sighing with relief, I flopped back down on the bed. As my pulse slowly
returned to normal, I glanced over at the clock. If I didn't get my butt
in gear, I was going to be late. Groaning in protest, I threw off the
covers and climbed out of the warm, comfortable bed.
At little over an hour later, I was all dressed and ready to go. Except
for my shoes. I sat down on the edge of the bed and slipped them onto my
feet. When I had just finished, I heard the unmistakable sound of someone
running up the stairs. The bedroom door flew open, and Kat rushed into
the room.
Only, it wasn't the Kat I was expecting. In place of my twenty-nine-year-
old girlfriend was the teenaged, high school version from my nightmare.
As if she'd been plucked from my mind and given form. The only difference
I could tell was that her brown hair wasn't styled into pigtails and the
school uniform was less risqu?.
I jumped off the bed, pointing at her. "Oh my god," I said as I covered
my mouth with my other hand. "What has Nadia done to you?"
The girl standing there blinked, shaking her head quickly from side to
side. "Me?" There was a note of incredulousness in her voice. "What about
what she did to you?"
I gasped, looking down at myself. After a few seconds, I glanced over at
the full-length mirror on the other side of the room. I examined every
inch of my reflection, even going so far as to turn around and try to see
if anything was amiss on my back side. A few moments later, I looked back
to Kat.
"What? What's wrong?" I hoped she could tell me what I was obviously
missing.
"Are you kidding me?" she asked, walking over to take my arm in her hand.
She dragged me closer to the mirror, pointing at my reflection. "That."
I stared at myself for a few more moments. Then shrugged. "I still don't
know what you're talking about."
"Oh Jesus," she said with a look of pure horror. "You can't see it, can
you?"
I pulled her hand from my arm, linked my fingers through hers, and turned
back to the mirror. Staring as hard as I could. After a minute, I began
to notice what Kat was talking about. It was like putting a slide on a
microscope and turning the knob in tiny increments in order to bring the
view into focus.
In the mirror, Kat's reflection stared at mine. Other than looking like a
jailbait wet dream, she seemed perfectly normal. It was the other image
that slowly came into clarity. When it was done, when I could finally
understand what had Kat so upset, I still couldn't believe it. There were
two girls in the mirror.
Standing beside the image of my girlfriend was a blonde who looked like
she might be around fifteen years old.
Her face, with its wide, bright blue eyes, button nose, and slightly
pouty lips, gave her an innocent, almost cherubic appearance. Her angelic
features were framed by long, wavy strands of honey gold that drifted
down over her shoulders to end somewhere around the middle of her back.
The form beneath that face, however, sang a completely different tune.
Like Kat, the blonde was dressed in the same school uniform. But rather
than clothe someone who might be a rising high school sophomore, it was
wrapped around a body that would make a college co-ed envious.
A pair of large, firm breasts were contained in a white blouse that
seemed to fit rather snuggly. The collar of the dress shirt was
unbuttoned, and a mostly-knotted, dark blue tie dangled down over the
swell of the girl's bosom. Her waist was narrow, flaring out into a pair
of hips that showcased her curves beneath the plaid, pleated skirt
flowing down to the middle of her creamy thighs. From the angle I was
standing, I could see that her bottom was just as lush and pert as her
breasts.
The girl in the mirror looked like she was finishing up a second round of
puberty, not starting a first. If I still hadn't been in the midst of
mind-blowing shock, I might have found her drop dead sexy.
Hell, she was still that, even if she seemed to be me.
"But ... what ..." I stammered as I pointed at the girl in the mirror.
The blonde mimicked my action. The innocent expression on her face had
morphed into terror. "How?"
"I do pretty good work," said a syrupy sweet voice behind us. "Even if I
do say so myself."
Kat and I both spun around to see Nadine lounging on the bed. She was
attired in the same uniformed as we were, only hers was definitely not
regulation. I noticed with something akin to annoyance that she still had
the over-developed body she's sported the previous evening.
"What have you done?" I growled. Gesturing down at my new body, I shook
my head. "Let me guess, you think it's funny to turn me into this and
watch me flounder around like a fish out of water. Ha, ha!"
One perfectly manicured brow slid up in wry amusement. "Not exactly. I
figured that a slimy womanizer such as yourself should have to experience
what it's like to be the fairer sex. Besides, you won't be 'floundering'
around, as you put it. What's the use of putting you in that body if
you're going to drive it like a frat boy?"
As if on cue, she gestured at the closed bedroom door. From somewhere
downstairs, came a stern, masculine voice.
"Stephanie, I leaving for work. You and Katherine better hurry or you'll
be late for school."
Before my brain could process or react, my mouth opened all on its own.
"Okay, Daddy," I said in a high-pitched voice. "Have a good day. I love
you."
"Love you, too, Pumpkin." Then I heard a heavy door open and close with a
thud.
Kat and I stared at each other, both of us with open mouths and wide
eyes. Then we looked at Nadine. The evil girl giggled at us.
"I didn't just stick Stephen into a hot, little bod. I created a whole
new reality. As such, you two have to play by its rules."
"What are you saying?" Kat asked.
"When you two are together, so long as no one else around can hear you,
Stephen can remember what happened and act like himself. Sort of.
However, when she is alone, or in public spaces, Stephanie is in the
driver's seat. She may have the occasional flash of memory about being a
man, but it will be like a story she read once."
She flashed a malicious smile at me, and winked. Then she looked at Kat.
"You, Katherine, have a bit more flexibility. You will always remember
what things were like before. Of course, you won't be able to tell anyone
the truth. And when you're in public, you will be forced to act exactly
like a seventeen-year-old high school student."
I shook my head, pointing at the door. "Who was that? I mean, it sure as
hell wasn't my real father."
Nadine shrugged. "Wasn't he?" She sat up on the bed, leering at me.
"Let's test that, shall we?" She snapped her fingers. "What's your name?"
"Stephanie Leigh Coltrane," I said without hesitation. My eyes widened in
shock.
"How old are you, Stephanie?"
I started to say that I was thirty-eight and she damned well knew it.
Instead, what I said was, "Fifteen."
"Oh my god," Kat said from beside me.
"What's your father's name and what does he do?"
"Darrin James Coltrane. He's the CFO of a corporation."
"See? Not just a new body. A whole new reality."
"You can't do this," I said, taking a step toward her. "You can't just go
messing with people's lives like this."
"Oh, but I can. And I did." Her green eyes narrowed. "Watch your tone,
girlie. Piss me off and I'll rewind you to an infant and you can grow up
as an adult man trapped in a little girl's body. Imagine having to endure
diaper changes and pre-school again." She giggled. "I bet your sanity
would crack."
"Don't. Please," Kat pleaded to Nadine. Then she looked at me. "Please
get your temper under control."
I looked over at Kat, sighing as my shoulders slumped in defeat. My
girlfriend was right. Nadine had already shown us that she possessed
incredible power. God only knew what she'd do to us if I made her too
mad.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, and my pride, I looked back to Nadine.
"I'm sorry," I said softly.
She giggled again and waved her hand. "Consider that your warning.
However, since I still think you deserve some type of punishment ..." She
snapped her fingers.
For a second, I didn't know what she'd done. Then I looked down at
myself. The shelf sticking out of my chest was bigger than before.
"There's another cup size for you, lover. I know you like them big." She
winked again before the smile faded from her face. "Now, like your father
said, you two better get to school. Late students will be punished."
Then she simply vanished from the room.
I stood there for a few more seconds, my brain still trying to play
catch-up with everything that had happened over the past ten minutes.
"Come on," Kat said, grabbing my hand. "We need to go."
I nodded absentmindedly and grabbed the bright pink backpack hanging on
the back of the vanity's chair. I still couldn't believe I'd sat in that
very seat less than an hour earlier to perfectly apply my makeup and
style my long blonde hair. At the time, I'd not thought anything odd
about doing it, either.
And that was the scariest part.
Nadine
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