Gamma pt. 47

Jess arrived home after her seemingly short day of work. Dragging up the steps to her front door step, she unlocked her door and as she walked in, she saw an unfamiliar but most welcome site. Sitting on the sofa with legs crossed holding two plates of steak and baked potato wearing only a bra and panties. “If you don’t close the door soon, you’ll be able to cut glass with my nipples.” She said with a smile. Jess complied and laid her bags down and sat next to Dean.

“MMM…It all looks so delicious. I don’t know which one to tackle first.” Jess said with an evil grin. Dean sat the plates on the coffee table and edged closer to Jess and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. “May I make a suggestion?” The girls got up and headed to their bedroom. As soon as they got there, they mauled one another in a frenzy of passion and lust. Breaking their kisses momentarily, Dean looked into Jess’ eyes.

Dean: You can change me however you like.

Jess: I love you just the way you are.

Dean: That’s sweet. But I know that I don’t have the most beautiful body.

Jess: It is to me.

Dean: I just want you to be happy. When we make love.

Jess: Baby…I

Dean: For Christ’s sake just change me already.

Jess smiled, “All you had to do was ask.” Dean kissed her lovingly. “I was trying to not be all greedy.” Jess grinned as she kissed Dean’s lips, guiding her to lay down on her back. Jess lay her hand on Dean’s belly and closed her eyes. Dean let out a small moan as her belly began to shrink even more than in the morning. The flesh began to recede inward no longer giving her the ‘muffin top’ above her panties. Her thighs and arms became slender and soon there was hardly and body fat at all. “Viola” Jess said as she allowed Dean to stand up and look at herself on her door length mirror. The same mirror that Jess had looked at herself with when she had first discovered her powers.

Dean began to tear up a bit as she looked at her body. Not an ounce of fat on her curvaceous body. Even her breasts seemed a bit larger on her smaller frame. She walked over to Jess and guided her to stand up. “Thank you”

Jess: For what?

Dean: For making me beautiful.
Jess laid her hand on Dean’s chest over your heart. “This makes you beautiful. I just cut all the fat away.” “Awww…” Dean replied as she gave Jess a lover’s kiss. “I have a couple of requests. Jess wrapped her arms around Dean’s neck. “Anything…”

Dean: Well, I know you can change mass, can you do skin and hair also?

Jess: I don’t know. I never tried.

Dean: How about making me a redhead?

Jess: Okay…why red?

Dean: I want it to show my passion for you.

Jess: Wow. You been practicing that all day.

Dean: Yeah. It doesn’t matter the color.

Jess closed her eyes and opened them back up again just in time to see a dark red color start at Dean’s scalp and go all the way down to the ends of her shoulder length hair. Dean looked at her new hair color. “Nice. Two more things. Try to make the skin on my nipples thinner.” Jess shot Dean a very odd look. “What. The. Fuck.” Dean took Jess hands and placed them on her bra over her nipples. “Just trust me” Jess closed her eyes and began concentrating hard for a bit and then opened her eyes. “I think I did it. How can I tell?” Dean pulled Jess head down to her chest and freed one of her breasts and placed it next to Jess’ lips. “Just flick it once.” Jess did as she was told.

As the tip of Jess’ tongue touched Dean’s nipple, the most powerful wave of pleasure Dean had ever experienced slammed her like a ton of bricks. The squeal she released nearly pierced Jess ear drum as she collapsed into Jess’ arms. “What the fuck was that?”

Dean: You almost made me cum.

Jess: Really?

Dean: Uh huh. My nipples are super sensitive now.

Jess: Nice. You med students have all the best sex don’t you?

Dean: I will now. Literally. One more thing.

Jess: Your wish is my command, Master.

Dean: That’s pretty funny. And a great idea for a fantasy one time.

Jess: You’ve been thinking about this a lot haven’t you?

Dean: Yep.

Dean bent down and grabbed a bag from Victoria’s Secret from under the bed. “I like where this is heading.” Jess said with a smile. Dean removed her bra fully and pulled a DDD cup lace bra from the back and snapped the front strap. “Jesus, babe. I didn’t know they sold twin knap sacks.” The girls giggled. “I got the biggest I could find. The sales lady looked at me like I had a nipple growing on my forehead. I told her it was for my girlfriend.” Jess laughed. “What did she say?” “She said I was a lucky lady and I told her she was right.”

Jess looked at Dean and began concentrating. Deans’ breasts slowly began to inflate as if they were being filled with helium. Dean’s eyes rolled back as they quickly reached C- cups and then D. Dean ran her hands up and down her newly tight tummy and thighs occasionally rubbing her already wet pussy. As her overly sensitive nipple grazed the soft fabric of the bra, she let out a hard moan as she fully came into her panties. Dean’s breasts filled up the cups of the DDD bra and yet, Jess kept inflating them. Soon her massive melons pressed against one another, giving her an excellent cleavage line. Dean looked down to admire her growing breasts, thinking the change was about to stop. She was wrong.

The bra began to dig into Dean’s sides as her tits pushed her bra to it’s limits. “Jess…I think you can stop now” Dean’s suggestions fell on deaf ears as she continued to concentrate. Small tears formed on the sides of each cup as the clasp trying to contain Dean’s heaving breasts became mangled from the pressure. The small tears became big tears with the sound of tearing fabric filled the room. “Jess…” Dean could not finish her sentence as the bra literally exploded, freeing the greatest set of titties Jess or Dean had ever seen. “I guess I went a bit too far, huh?” Dean cradled her new double E cups jugs and smiled. “Just right”

Jess and Dean embraced in a passionate kiss. Dean pressing her huge breasts into Jess, sending endless pleasure waves through Dean as her nipples gently grazed Jess’ body. Jess ran her hand up and down Dean’s bare back. “Mmm…” Dean exhaled as she felt Jess arms. No visible sign of muscle and yet they still felt as hard as steel. “So amazing” Dean said as Jess began kissing her neck. “What’s that baby?”

Dean: Your strength. All wrapped up in a neat little package.

Jess rolled up her sleeve and flexed. Her bicep began to rise until it reached the size of a softball. “Not that little.” The girls began to giggle just before Jess took Dean’s over sensitive nipple into her mouth and then began to flick the other with her finger. Dean cried out in ecstasy. Slowly lowering her hand, Jess grabbed Dean’s ass and slowly stood up, lifting Dean with no apparent effort at all. Walking over to an empty corner, Jess cupped Dean’s ass cheeks as if to give her a seat and casually lifted her so that Dean’s pussy was right in her face. Taking her index finger, Jess gently massaged Dean’s taint and lower pussy lips before tearing them away like wet tissue paper. Dean smiled lovingly at Jess as she began kissing her inner thighs before sticking her tongue out and licking her entire outer pussy lips. Dean placed her hands on the ceiling for balance, which were not that far from her head. Jess immediately found Dean’s clit and began working it with her strong tongue. With each hand placed on Dean’s ass cheeks, Jess felt their softness. She thought to herself as she feasted on Dean’s pussy as if she had not eaten in a month, remembering that she had not actually altered Dean’s ass. She corrected that error immediately as Dean’s body began to rise closer to the ceiling as her ass was filled with firm muscle instead of flab.

Raising one of her hands, Jess cupped one of Dean’s luscious breasts and began massaging it gently, occasionally crossing her nipple, sending Dean into the throes of another orgasm. Jess soon began full on flicking her nipples and using Dean’s clit like a punching bag. Softly concentrating, She held Dean’s orgasm back, allowing it to build. “FUCK” was all Dean could say as her large breasts swayed with each ripple. Finally after a few minutes, Jess released Dean’s orgasm and she exploded in an eruption no woman on earth had ever felt before.

Jess brought Dean down and laid on the bed next to her lover. Drenched in sweat and love, Dean looked at Jess with eyes half opened, throwing herself onto Jess with a very passionate kiss.

Dean: I think I’ll keep you.

Jess: heh…thanks.

Dean: It’s your turn.

Jess: We have all night for that. Where’s that steak?

Dean: Aren’t you full after all you just ate?

Jess: My appetite is never satiated. And I’m going to need the protein so I can do it again later.

Dean: Two steaks…coming right up.

Meanwhile, over at the household of Grace and Sharise Harmon, Sharise sits in her room, quietly looking at a suitcase that lay on her bed. The freshly packed luggage stared back at her as if to tell her that she didn’t have the guts to go through with it. “Fuck you” Sharise told the bag with no expectation of any reply. She picked up the suitcase and headed toward the window. Slowly opening it, the cold wind hit her like a freight train, her nipples immediately becoming erect. She stuck her head out of the window and was about to head out when a mysterious green light filled her room. Sharise didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. For a split second she thought about leaving anyway, but she couldn’t do that to her Grandmother. Besides, there was no where she could go where Mistress Taylor couldn’t find her. Sharise stepped back into her house and watched as Mistress Taylor materialized in front of her.

Mistress Taylor: Looks like I got here just in time.

Sharise: I have to get out of here, Grandma. That bitch is driving me crazy.

Mistress Taylor: That ‘bitch’ is your mother. You need to show her respect.

Sharise: Why? She doesn’t show any to me.

Mistress Taylor: There are a great many things that you don’t know in this world, child. But one thing you can always count on is your mother. She’s always been there for you when she needed you, hasn’t she?

Sharise: Yes.

Mistress Taylor: Besides. I need you here. And so does your mother.

Sharise: What for?

Mistress Taylor: I can’t say just yet, But in the near future you will face your final test.

Sharise: You mean my training will be done.

Mistress Taylor: You will have learned everything that I can teach you. But you’re training will never be done.

Sharise: I have something to tell you, Grandma. I fucked up. I told Jess everything.

Mistress Taylor: Everything?

Sharise: Well maybe not everything. But I told her everything about myself.

Mistress Taylor: She would have learned it anyway. And in time, as her power grows, she will know everything that she needs to. We are just here to ensure that she does everything in the proper time. The divinatrix must be prepared. Now I must go child. There is much preparation. You will not see me until after your test.

Sharise: I love you grandma.

Mistress Taylor: I love you too

Mistress Taylor vanished in a flash of green light just as Grace Harmon walked into her daughter’s bedroom. “Who were you talking to?” She said in a stern and yet concerned tone. “No one, Mom. I was just thinking out loud.” Sharise said casually glancing over to her bed where she had set her packed clothes, worried what her mother would say. Fortunately for Sharise, the suitcase had disappeared. Grace looked into her daughter’s eyes and could see a troubled soul unwilling to open up. At least not yet.

Grace: Anyway, I just fired the DVD player up and I’ve got ‘A Christmas Story’ waiting along with a bowl full of fresh White Cheddar popcorn downstairs.

Sharise: Okay. You know I can’t resist that movie. Especially around the holidays.

Grace: You and your Father would sit and watch that movie every Christmas eve.

Sharise: I miss him, Mom.

Grace: I know you do baby. I’m sorry he decided that work was more important than his family.

Sharise: I’m sure he’s trying to make a better life for us. He’ll come back to us. You’ll see.

Grace: For your sake I hope so. Now let’s get downstairs before the popcorn gets too cold.

Grace and Sharise relaxed and laughed, talking about the old days. Sharise genuinely allowed herself some fun with her mom because she knew that very soon, life as she knew it was about to change drastically.

2 b continued

Brian