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Don't charm local deities
🕑 Added 2025-05-28 05:09:18 +0000 UTCText only version. For the illustrated version, please refer to the Discord channel included with your member benefits.
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“So Mr…” she begins, leaning forward to look closer at her notes with a furrowed brow “James is fine” the therapist nods at your answer, taking her time to scribble down something on her clipboard “So, James, let me see if I understand the notes from your interview with my assistant…you are here because you believe a “god” cursed you?” she leans forward, a bit to close for comfort as she asks her question, her petite bust lightly moving under her blouse, just barely in your field of vision thanks to the height of the sofa you are laying on “Not a curse Doc, it’s love…or at least I think it’s love, or more like jealousy? Point is, she doesn’t want anyone around me, no family, no friend, no girlfriend, no nothing. I think she wants me all to herself” the doctor nods with a polite smile, a smile that along with the look in her eyes assures you that she doesn’t believe you and you are probably heading for the psyche ward, unless “she” gets her too “I see, so James, when did this all start?” you sigh, lean back and get comfortable on the cushions to recount your story.
“A few weeks ago, during summer break. My family has this big plot of land with a bit of wilderness connected to our backyard, so I went for a jog in it and stumbled upon an old shrine looking thing, like the ones you see in Japan you know the type right?” you look at her searching for reassurance to continue your tale, though you squint a bit as you notice how her hair looks a bit…longer and different, her brown mane of hair tainted with patches of raven colored strands that seem to be crawling up to her scalp, intent on replacing the native population of follicles with their own. You ultimately decide to just ignore it and continue your tale, either you are truly going crazy or “she” got the therapist too. Probably the latter option considering the familiar burning sensation around your finger “Well it looked broken down, and I really didn’t have anything to do, so I decided to restore the thing as a little summer project. After 3 weeks I had it in a pretty good state and that's when I saw her, just a glimpse but a glimpse was enough, she was…stunning, traditional shrine clothes, pale skin, beautiful black hair. I couldn’t see her face since her hair was so long, but I could see her smile, she flashed me a beautiful smile before walking away into the forest and next thing I knew I had this thing on my finger, I can’t seem to take it off” you show the therapist your finger, a shiny gold ring coiled around it “And what does that have to do with the curse James?” you give a quick chuckle before you answer “Everything Doctor, everything. Ever since I got stuck with this thing I keep seeing her in my peripheral vision, and she seems to…” you consider how to explain the strange happening to the woman “...get rid of anyone who gets close to me” she nods, intrigued by what she assumes is another tale from a madman “And how exactly does this Goddess get ‘rid’ of these people? Could you recount some cases?” you sigh and nod, not exactly looking forward to recounting your experiences “Well…”
With your girlfriend at the park
“So my sister’s wedding is coming up, and I wanted to see if we cou…” your girlfriend Betty talks mostly to herself as you stare at the distant view of the park. You had come out here on a fun little picnic date with her since you had the day off. It was a beautiful day, and you would be paying attention to her right now had it not been for the figure you spotted in the distance, the same pale woman in shrine clothes just standing there in the middle of the park as if no one would notice her, well to her credit, no one was noticing her. She just stood there, giving you a sad smile before waving her hand and vanishing into thin air, you tilt your head in confusion before a burning pain covers the skin on your finger, your gaze quickly drops at the stimuli to notice the ring glowing, glowing red-hot before cooling into its usual gold color “Fuck!” that damn ring has been nothing but trouble since it attached itself to you, it almost made your girlfriend dump you on the spot since she thought you were up to something with another woman.
“James! Did you hear me?” you shake your head, quickly clearing your mind, and hand, of the encounter since your girlfriend clearly needs the attention “Yeah I heard, your sister’s wedding, what about it?” you turn to her as you spout out, already wincing at the stupidity of your answer and the remark that’s about to come “What do you mean what of it Woof!” she barks at you, you shake your head in confusion because she just literally barked at you…like a dog, what the hell? “Babe? What's with the dog noises?” you ask with a confused smile, thinking that she’s just being playful or something “Woof! What are you talking abo-woof!” she barks again, tilting her head like a, well, like a dog. You stare dumbfounded as she keeps up the charade, wagging her plump ass around and rolling her tongue out as she waits for you to say anything “James? Woof, Woohmm?” she whines as the black straps of a leather collar crawl out of thin air, creeping around her skin before they click together and tighten around her neck. You hear a metal jingle as a dog tag suddenly dangles off of it, the name “Betty” written on it in a cutesy font “Aarf!” with the appearance of the collar Betty drops onto her knees and, much to your horror, she starts crawling around with her face close to the ground as she searches, or smells would be more accurate now, for something “Woof!” with an excited bark she seems to have found it as she crawls back to you, the position giving you a clear view down her shirt and allowing you to appreciate the modest swell of her cleavage, it would be quite the sight if your girlfriend was not acting like an actual animal “Betty please stop this, it’s not funny!” Betty doesn’t seem to understand your words, simply staring back at you as her mouth drop the object at your feet, a tennis ball “Woof!” she barks and rolls her tongue out, wagging her bubble butt around in her leggings and making for quite the view of her rear from your position.
You do nothing in response to the weirdly erotic sight. Unsure if she’s fucking with you or if you just witnessed some sorted of twisted power melt your girlfriend’s mind into nothing but a dog “Worr?” she lets out a whine of encouragement for you to pick up the ball. Dog Betty frowns as you do nothing in response to her invitation “Aaarf!” giving you an angry bark before she picks the ball back up and runs off on all fours, looking for someone else to play fetch with.
Videocall with your friend
“Dude, you have to believe me, I’ve looked everywhere for her!” you plea on the video call as Ed just gives you a look of genuine confusion “Okay James calm down, so you are saying you apparently had a girlfriend? And she tu-” you stop him there, bewildered by part of what he just said “Apparently?! Ed, what do you mean apparently? You know I have a girlfriend man! You know Betty! I’ve brought her to all of our get-togethers dude!” he just looks at you quizzically, rubbing his beard as he tries to recall the so-called “Betty” “Ed don’t give me that look man please, you know her man what are you thinking about!” you grab onto the frame of your computer monitor, shaking it slightly as confusion and panic overwhelms your senses “Nah man, I got no clue who you are talking about” he gives you a shrug before crossing his arms “Is this all you wanted to talk about? You called me pretty urgently, so if you don’t want to play some CS then Imma go, I got shit to do” you are slack-jawed at his casual dismissal, how could he? How could he just pretend Betty didn’t exist? Is this all like a cruel multi set up joke? “Ed, you are not fucking with me right?” you plea, tears welling up in your eyes from the sheer frustration you are feeling right now.
“Huh? Why would I even do that?” you don’t register his answer, or his softer voice as the ring heats up again “Bitch!” you curse from the pain of the red-hot metal momentarily burning your skin, what’s with this damn thing? “Wow! Pretty strong emotions for this Betty girl, no? So is this little therapy talk all you wanted or do you want to do something else? You already paid me anyway, so I’m here for the next hour, whether you want to talk about this Betty girl, sorry, Betty Bitch or if you want something else~” you hear a distinctively…feminine voice on the mic, causing you to look up in wonder as your eyes are met with a wild sight. Ed’s on-screen video looks weird, you tab out of the video call and tab back in to see if you can fix whatever video glitch is currently bugging you, but the monitor only reflects the same video of your friend…changing. His hair seems to be growing out from his scalp as the black, balding patch that covered his head lengthens right in front of your eyes, shiny glossy locks of hair waving down his shoulders as his body feeds his scalp every nutrient it has to form a bunch of silky black strands, each long enough to curl around to his back. Ed’s face is next as his defined jawline softens and rounds out into a feminine shape, his beard disappearing as each individual hair follicle recedes back into its pore, his nose scrunches up into a more delicate, petite form, surprisingly still pretty capable of holding up her glasses “Something wrong? You are staring pretty hard there~” she purrs, sinking her teeth into her lips with enough force to let you appreciate their developing surface as her mouth slowly molds itself out by accumulating tissue under her glossy red skin, growing more kissable by your standards as it does, swiftly ending in a pillowy set of lips just plump enough to have you daydreaming of how they would part around your member just before she takes your whole length in “So mister, what do you want to do now?” she asks while biting her lips, trying to maintain your attention on the video call, as if you would look at anything else right now.
“Ed?” you ask, not knowing what to do within the insane situation you are witnessing as you hear an audible crackle of bones from the microphone, you observe in anguish as Ed’s frame reshapes under her skin, her shoulders narrowing down and her limbs visibly loosing mass under her hoodie as her upper body relinquishes all of its mass and the responsibility of shaping her hoodie to the two distinctively female, growing, round mounds pushing out from her chest “Ed? Oh, we are doing RP now? I can be Ed if you want cutie! So what do you want Ed to do?” she flirtily bats her eyelashes through her webcam as her frame rests on the desk, slowly rising from it as the developing mounds expand before your screen. Each breath she takes as she awaits your answer only serves to push her chest further out from her thorax, her boobs now grown out past what most women would consider back pain worthy, the cotton of her hoodie doing an outrageously good job of highlighting the curvature of the huge set of tits she’s sporting, mostly since they have grown out enough to bulge out from her sides, her squishy orbs straining the article of clothing under the weight of her own body. Under any other circumstance you would probably drool at the sheer heft that her melons display through the screen, but can only offer up a sad and concerned stare as your friend succumbs to what you assume is a curse from that dammed ring “Why are you staring at me like that cutie? Still can’t get over that Bitch Betty~” she coos through the mic as her slender hands begin to pull her zipper down “Don’t worry about her, she’s old news, besides, I’m sure she didn’t have a set of babies like these~”
With a purr and a swift pull, she releases the twin prizes hidden under her hoodie, freeing her milky white cleavage with a delicious jiggle as her hands come up to cup and squeeze into as much as they can hold of her fertile bosom. The soft flesh bulging out between her fingers from its voluminous size “Mmmm you like them? They’re the reason most guys pay for my video calls, so what do you want baby? Want me to masturbate for you? A strip show? I’m up for an” you don’t let her finish as you turn off your computer, too exhausted to face your transformed friend “Fuck” you mutter to yourself as you curl up into a ball “I’m going insane”
Mentally back at the therapist’s office
“I see, and no one remembered these transformed individuals, right?” you nod after you finish recounting your run-ins with the Goddess’s curse. You turn to look at the therapist who has abandoned the clipboard completely and is simply leaning back in her chair, arms crossed over her now packed blouse as the delicious skin of her enhanced cleavage bulges through the gaps of her buttons, yearning for freedom “Well James, it sure sounds like this Goddess is quite the handful” she taps her chin thoughtfully, her luscious plump lips forming a pout as she thinks over your situation, pausing only to unbutton the top buttons of her blouse as her bust surges yet another cup size “Hmm, what do you think we should do about it James?” she’s on top of you before you can answer, her growing boobage bulging out of the top of the blouse she has so deliberately unbuttoned “I don’t know what to do about the Goddess thingy, but I can make you feel a bit better if you let me~” the therapist winks at you as her hand comes up in front of her face to pump out an invisible member while forming a seductive “o” with her plump cock sleeves “I am…grateful for the offer miss, but I came here for a clinical diagnosis?” you sigh as you push her off of you, done and refusing to play along with the Goddess’s jealous cursing of the people around you. She frowns at your refusal, before she quickly hops back on her feet, the sudden movement causing her blouse to let out a defeated groan and, with another surge of her breast size, her top splits open as the buttons burst around the room “Ooopsie!” she giggles as her creamy flesh spills out with a glorious jiggle, her enormous melons barely contained within the confines of a, suspiciously snug, purple lace bra as the remnants of her blouse drop to the floor “Well if I can’t help you like that then we are done here hun~”
With that she pulls you out of the couch and starts ushering you out of the room “You seem like a nice guy and all but I have to attend clients with real problems, not made up Gods and thingies like that~” she annoyedly comments, giving you a little jiggle of her enormous cleavage as she shuts the door in your face, leaving you alone in the waiting room to her clinic. You sigh and turn to leave, another person completely bent out of reality due to your presence. Just then you notice something, a woman with black hair just outside the clinic, her shrine clothes and pale skin a telltale sign of who she is “What the hell are you doing here?” you ask the entity holding your life captive pent-up with how she has turned the people in your life into mockeries of themselves, her pale face just smiles back at you as she lifts her hand to show you a gold ring around her finger, a gold ring just like the one on your own. You sigh and shake your head with a defeated laugh, I mean, it's your fault for charming such a jealous forest Goddess.
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Trying a more story-focused type with the shorts format from my previous work "A series of short foggy experiences" : )
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