[Ella] The Mental Composition

"So I will probably become a bimbo or some fucking insufferable twat now?"

The fortune teller looked straight into her eyes "If the cards deem so, then yes. Are you ready to find out?"

"Not really, but it's not like I have any other choice, so go ahead"

Madame Yilda kept her thin smile up as she turned around a new card, a black spiral with a white skinny arm coming out of the center. Contrary to the other cards, this one didn't have a number written on it.

"The Void. A consuming energy that takes and takes and never stops. Rarely it's seen as a positive influence, but with precision it can bring unending solace. No longer will you feel sad, or angry, or contempt. But it doesn't stop there, as your past experiences are now seen under a new light."

Ella listened with fear in her heart, fear that she would never be able to be human again. She always had fire inside her, always fighting for a cause or for herself. A fight brought forth by her anger in how everything works. Ho she had to work a hard job as a basically almost free use barista plus a degrading camming hustle to the side only to being able to afford to keep studying. She kept in high regards hard working people who kept well in shape and were of a serving demeanor, always looking with disgusts at the usual sleazy customers she had to deal with on a regular basis. Her mind went back to a memory of her fighting her parents over wanting to keep studying, at how... how happy she was? How happy she was to cut them of and go her own way. How she was filled with marvel in finding a place to work with that valued servitude to the customers above all. She wasn't in a position to judge negatively the people who went to the Shamrock. They were seeking both pleasure and coffee, who was she to think them creeps? And her cam profile was great. It brought all the money she needed to pursue happy things. She was never nervous about it, no shame in keeping it secret or hide her face. She smiled back to Madamy Yilda, her fears for the future cards now completely gone, replaced by a thrill of curiosity. "Oh, shit! I love this crazy shit now! Well, what's next?"

The older lady drew another card, a naked man with bull head and horse dick. "The lord of the beasts. Nature's world is made of hunters and prey. This bane will put you in this second category. Meek, always ready to be dominated sexually. You will not be able to resist a commanding tone, a show of strength and possessiveness. Just thinking about it will make your groins melt. Am I wrong?"

Suddenly Yilda's voice felt more deep to her, a tone of stern that was there before but she hadn't payed mind to it until now. Her figure felt bigger, lit only by the candle light she suddenly noticed how severe and older then her she was, how the wings framed her as a powerful woman. She felt a strong heatwave coming from inside her. She never felt so hot before as both her pussies started to wet sending her double the amount of need for pleasure. She bit her lips and looked down, not wanting to look directly at the older woman. It didn't matter. She could feel her sharp eyes on her. She imagined the eyes hungry for her, for her new body. A big dark spot was becoming larger and larger on the cushion she was sitting on. She guessed removing her pants before was now not one of her best ideas.

"You can masturbate, I don't mind" The moment she heard the phrase coming out of the mistress she meekly responded "Thank you" while diving deep in exploration of her new sexual organ. She started teasing her new clit with one hand while the other went down to her old familiar cave to accomodate three fingers inside. Madame Yilda waited patiently, looking at her while she was moaning and panting. Her new tits were heaving up and down, almost spilling in her tiny black sleeveless shirt. It was slowly riding up her body, revealing a hefty size of underboob and new large red areolas.

As she came she found another surprise as her clits were independent of one another and her lower pussy was still seeking the pleasure of not being completely satisfied. She tried to continue until she was done with everything but as the fingers worked on only one organ, the other lit up again like an envious brother. She decided it was best to stop for now and, still with a strong horny feeling, she tried to compose herself. She brought down her shirt that had since gotten up to her neck for the movement hiding again her new tits.

"Please, c-continue" She said to the fortune teller out of breath.

"This is your mental gift, a power given to you by... Secundus, the Saint. While fighting sexual depravity he had found a way to reduce the effects of spreading perversion through the world. If no one could see that what a person was doing was sexual then nothing they would do would rub of others. This is now your burden as well. With this he is also leaving you all his knowledge."

A powerful wave of information hit Ella's brain all at once. How to best pleasure a dick, where to best stimulate the prostate, all erogenous zones in the human body and how sensible they were. Where and how to touch to get someone immediately in the mood. All shapes and sizes of toy and how they cater to one's needs. She was left dizzy and concussed by all the things she had learned in less then a second. When she refocused she thought back at the gift she just got.

"So whatever I do will not be considered sexual right? How deep are the implications of this?" Wanting to try new tricks up her sleeve she went back to her vaginas to work on herself. This time the look on Madam Yilda's face was different, she couldn't feel her eyes gazing her like she was spying on a private moment. She was looking up and down in the same mysterious way she had been when she had entered the cart, but nothing else was to it. "What do you think I am doing now?"

The lady smiled and responded honestly "I know of your gift, you are doing every movement that a woman would do while masturbating, and I also know you are just exploring your new changed body, nothing else. Even while knowing it is simply impossible to me to point at both things together and conclude that you are, in fact, masturbating."