Nothing too atypical, for a porn story, anyway

Leah looked at her body in the mirrors, appreciating how Myrralis had indeed created them to allow her to see all relevant angles no matter which way she turned, unless she faced the one spot without a mirror.

The goddess joined her in the circle a moment later, her naked body not quite uncomfortably close to Leah's.

"Why can't I see you in the mirror?" Leah asked.

"Oh, that's because I'm invisible," Myrralis answered.

"I can still see you, though."

"Well, yes, like I said, our powers can't affect other gods and demigods unless they choose to be affected by them. At least mostly. It gets a bit complicated with stuff like manipulating time. So my invisibility doesn't affect your ability to see my body, but it means I don't have a reflection in the mirror."

"So if I chose to let you be invisible to me, then I'd stop seeing you?"

"And then you could choose to see me again."

Leah focused, and Myrralis faded from her view. When she willed herself to be immune to invisibility spells a few moments later, her divine mother was standing at her side instead of in front of her.

"I didn't hear you move, or feel the air stir," Leah observed.

"That's because being able to move soundlessly and without disturbing the air is an innate ability of any god."

"This is going to take some getting used to," Leah said.

"Well, that's why I'm here to help you. Now, what changes would you like me to make? I'm only able to do the ones you specifically request, of course."

Leah looked up at Myrralis's willowy, lithe form and said, "Well, for starters, I'd like to be taller. Just to try it out."

Myrralis nodded and put a hand on her daughter's head, but as soon as she did so Leah recoiled slightly and Myrralis's magic couldn't find any purchase with the demigod.

"Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, no, maybe..." Leah unscrambled her thoughts. "I just wasn't expecting you to touch me. I know you've said I have to touch others to change them but can't you do it without that?"

"I could, but even as experienced as I am I find that tactile contact allows me to control my powers more precisely. That's partly why I put that limitation on yours for now."

"Any tactile contact or does it specifically have to be..." Leah trailed off. She was rapidly getting more comfortable with how her human sense of propriety was being eroded through the influence of her new powers and Myrralis's presence, but she still had it to some extent.

"It works best if the contact is on the relevant part, yes," Myrralis confirmed. "Which means if you want huge breasts, the best way to do that would be to let me touch them."

Leah took a few deep breaths. "All right, make me taller, as tall as you."

Myrralis nodded again and put her hand back on Leah's head. This time Leah didn't flinch and let her mother's magic course through her, expanding her body, lengthening her limbs, stretching her out until her eyes were level with the other woman's.

But even with her body filled out to accommodate her new height, Leah said, "Actually, I look kinda ridiculous, too gangly. Shrink me back down, please." She wasn't able to pull off the look Myrralis had, nor did she think she would even with more muscle definition.

Myrralis obliged, returning Leah to her original height.

"It'd be kinda funny if for all of my fetish fantasies I come to the conclusion that I'm actually most comfortable with my body as it is," Leah commented.

"It wouldn't be funny at all. There's nothing wrong with being most comfortable with what you already have, just as there's nothing wrong with wanting something else, or with trying out other things," Myrralis said.

Leah nodded in acknowledgement. "How about my hair? I actually have liked it when I've let it grow out, it's just a pain to take care of which is why I keep it at my shoulder blades."

Her mother nodded in turn and stroked Leah's hair softly and slowly. The mane gained length and volume under her touch, reaching down to Leah's pert butt before the demigod was satisfied with the length.

Leah shook her head once the growth was complete, this time enjoying how it cascaded down her back and just barely tickled her butt cheeks. Stroking its silky texture, she let out a sigh of contentment with the change.

"And it will always be perfectly clean and never tangle," Myrralis assured her. "You won't ever need to brush it or wash it if you don't want to."

Leah chuckled a bit awkwardly. "Actually, uh, could you... make it... so it feels good? Like, just for me, and just a bit."

The goddess nodded again, letting a small smile show on her face as her daughter got comfortable enough to request an erotic change, and altered Leah's hair. The new demigod let out a small moan of pleasure as her hair became a mild erogenous zone.

Then she blushed pure red. "Oh my god I just came in front of my mother, oh fuck..." But she didn't run away, or try to hide herself.

"Leah, Leah... it's okay," Myrralis said. "We're deities. You can be open about these things with me. I've made that exact change to myself plenty of times and just sat there having orgasm after orgasm from brushing my hair."

The admission only made Leah's human side even more embarrassed, but her divine aspect calmed her down at how open Myrralis was being. "It's just, well, a lot to adjust to all at once," she managed. "I met you less than an hour ago but I also feel more comfortable with you than I ever did with Mom and Dad? And all this, just so casual... I'm not the type to put out on the first date, or I guess I wasn't. It's just happening so fast but it also feels right that it is?"

Myrralis nodded sympathetically. "We can take a break if you want. I have other things I could be doing, they'll go fine without me but sometimes I give them personal attention. Earth's not the only planet with a winter, after all. But you're my first priority now, Leah. How fast or slow we go is entirely up to you."

Leah took a few more deep breaths. "Let's keep going," she decided. "I'm never going to get used to whatever it means to be a demigod if I keep running away whenever my human proclivities make me uncomfortable." A few more breaths. "And you have my permission to touch me wherever you need to," she added.

"What next, then?" the elder deity asked.

"How about my musculature," Leah decided. "I've always wanted to be toned, but I was never able to stick to a proper workout routine."

Myrralis laughed ruefully. "That's a side effect of being my daughter. Magic solves so many problems that doing them by mundane means is a lot harder."

Her fingers danced along Leah's body, her arms, her back, her torso and legs, careful to avoid the most sensitive parts but making Leah's muscles firm up and gain definition everywhere. Magic danced along the goddess's hands and suffused itself into her daughter's form, taking away her excess flab and leaving an athletic physique behind.

Leah appreciated how much more easily her body moved with its new muscles. She flexed and posed a bit while mulling over her next request. "I'd also like it if you could remove my pubic hair entirely... it grows a bit too fast and keeping it trimmed is a pain. Actually, all hair below my eyes."

"I could even remove your pores to give you perfectly smooth skin," Myrralis suggested. "You don't actually need to breathe or anything like that any more, and my magic will buffer you against the discomfort."

"That sounds nice," Leah agreed. Then she paused at her next idea. It was a line that, if she crossed it, she knew she wouldn't be able to come back from. She was human, with human hang-ups... but she was also a demigod, with a whole new set of norms that felt natural, felt right. Her new instincts told her to embrace it, and she decided to listen. "Oh, and... I want to feel it when you touch me. I... take your time, if you want."

Myrralis nodded in acknowledgement, and in appreciation of her daughter's own willingness to be **** and embrace her divine aspect. She decided to grow a few more arms, once again trailing her fingers all over Leah's body. Follicles and pores vanished forever, leaving behind perfectly smooth, unblemished skin in their wake. The light drumming of the goddess's digits against her daughter's muscles served to tease what she decided to do last.

Slowly, gently, Myrralis ran her hands along her daughter's breasts. Slowly, gently, Myrralis stroked around Leah's labia, removing her pubic hair for good. Slowly, gently, Myrralis's fingers spiraled in on Leah's areolae before reaching her nipples. Slowly, gently, Myrralis slid a single finger barely inside Leah's slit and gave the lightest of touches to her clit.

The touch of experienced divine hands on new divine skin was too much for Leah. Her knees buckled as her composure gave way, and Myrralis caught her with her spare arms clasping her daughter's sides. Leah moaned unashamedly under her mother's touch, the orgasm crashing through her better than she had thought possible, soon enough swatting Myrralis's hands away from her crotch so that she could furiously finger herself. Her hesitancy at showing her sexual side to her newly found parent was blown away as she masturbated shamelessly, not caring that Myrralis was watching, not caring that the goddess had gone from gentle stroking on her breasts to tweaking and pinching her nipples. Leah's loud, passionate moans and screams of pleasure hit Myrralis straight in her own divine aspect of passion, and soon enough both women were convulsed in arousal, each of them letting out their own lewd noises, the erotic parody of a tender mother-daughter bonding moment serving to cement their relationship as a sexual as well as an emotional and filial one.

Once both of them had relaxed from their climax, Myrralis said, "Fuck me, I've never come that hard before, and I wasn't even touching myself."

"How did that work exactly?" Leah asked.

Myrralis explained. "Your passion fed into my own divine aspect of sexual passion. That already aroused me--yes, I'm always carrying a light buzz of arousal--and since I was the one causing it, that amplified the effect. The fact that you're my daughter, and a demigoddess, and that you embraced it despite being brought up to consider **** a taboo... there were just so many things that made that the best experience I've ever had." It was her turn to take a breath. "How are you feeling?"

"I think that orgasm blew away most of my hang-ups," Leah said. "I've never come that hard before, either."

"You've taken your first step into your new eternal life. It only gets better from here. Now, any more changes you want?"

"Of course," Leah said eagerly, no longer hesitant to discuss her sexual fetishes and kinks with the goddess. "How about you give me larger breasts, and let my subconscious stop you when they're big enough? I want to try the shortstack look."

Myrralis started playing with Leah's nipples again. Flesh bloomed behind the demigod's nipples, her modest bust growing into glamour model territory, then beyond, the magic keeping the orbs firm and perky and preventing any physiological issues. The growth finally slowed once Leah sported a pair of breasts each about three times larger than her head. Myrralis withdrew her hands, and Leah started playing with them herself, bouncing them and feeling up their smooth surface which showed no signs of having just been subject to such rapid expansion.

"You don't think these look too silly?" Myrralis said.

"Not at all," Leah replied. "These are perfect. I think I only wanted to try the height because I was envious of yours, but these... these I want." She continued playing with her new boobs for a bit, then said, "Can you make my butt big enough to match? I am a little top-heavy right now, after all."

The goddess obliged, ballooning Leah's muscular ass all over until she had wide hips, thick thighs, and plenty of junk in her trunk.

"I know the last change you want," Myrralis said.

"I know it, too," Leah confirmed.

"You don't have to feel you can't have it. Gods aren't bound by mortal values. You don't have to care what any of them think."

Leah nodded one last time. "Then do it. Make it big and long and thick... and make it fit anything I put it in."

Myrralis smiled and started stroking a spot just above Leah's clit. After a few seconds, what Leah knew was a growing cock and balls sprouted there, growing just fast enough to see but slowly enough to savour. The erect meat got larger, and larger, Myrralis's hand stroking all along its length while her other fondled the scrotum that dropped down under it, both of them getting bigger under her ministrations. Leah even felt something shift near her butt as a prostate grew in--she'd definitely have to get some anal sex, her G-spot had always been really sensitive and she couldn't wait to try it again with her new organ there as well--and she finally let out a lewd moan as her brand-new dick reached a ridiculous three feet long, thick enough to defy easy comparison to another limb, and her prostate churned and her balls pulsed as entire litres of semen plastered themselves all over the mirrors as Myrralis continued to jerk her, turning her around slowly so that the entire thing was covered with a thick coat of spooge, Leah once again collapsing at the intense pleasure rushing through her body.

When she finally came down from her orgasm again, she saw that her dick was still hard, still ready to go, and feeling none of the sensitivity that she knew guys complained of.

Myrralis picked up on her daughter's thoughts. "Gods don't have refractory periods, Leah. Especially not the goddess of sexual passion, or her daughter. And if you want your dick to be flaccid or erect, you just have to think about it."

Leah focused and immediately her cock shrank to a comparatively modest twelve inches. It was still thick and solid, though, and she was happy with it.

"I've taken the liberty of adjusting all your clothes to fit you, by the way. If you want to wear clothes at all. You don't have to if you don't want to, of course."

"I think I want to," Leah said. "Clothes can accentuate as well as hide, after all."

With a flick of her fingers, Myrralis made the mirrors vanish. "Want my help picking out an outfit or would you rather surprise me?"

"I'd rather surprise you, if you'll let me, anyway."

"Of course you can surprise me. I've been looking in on you until now but you can always stop me from observing you clairvoyantly now that you're a demigoddess," Myrralis assured her.

Leah gave her mother another quick hug, enjoying how her tits squished against the taller woman's form, then scampered to her bedroom. She emerged only a short time later wearing a crop top hiding little of her cleavage and a microskirt which did nothing to cover her ass and left her cock and balls dangling freely beneath its hemline. The only other thing she wore was a pair of nine-inch heels, feeling comfortable in them despite disliking being taller naturally.

"You look ravishing, Leah," Myrralis said. "By which I mean that I want you to bend me over a table and ravish me with that gigantic cock you asked for."

"I think I should get used to my powers first, don't you? If we are both immortal, we'll have plenty of time for sex later." She paused. "Oh, that reminds me: if I can only affect people until they turn twenty-six, what happens if someone I've controlled gets too old? I can't imagine that they'll like having been affected by me."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Once you alter someone, they'll always remain subject to your powers. You'll even have a nice little mental map of where everyone you've changed is so you can find them easily again."

Leah rushed up to hug her mother again. Myrralis crouched down so that Leah's dick could slide right under her slit as it went between her thighs, and the huge tool started spurting seed again as the goddess ground on it while they hugged.

"Mother!" Leah said. "Really, right over my bookcase?"

Myrralis waved a hand and created a shield in front of the books, making it retroactive to when Leah started ejaculating. Of course, as a demigod, Leah's memories were unaffected, and she realised that she knew both timelines.

"See what I mean about how tinkering with time gets weird when dealing with other gods?" Myrralis said.

"Yeah... could you please ask first, next time?"

"Of course, dear."

Leah continued the hug until her orgasm slackened again.

"So," Myrralis said, "do you want to fuck me now, or do you want to go out there and fuck with other people?"

"I need to get a handle on my powers," Leah decided, "so other people." In acknowledgement, Myrralis shifted her own form, hiding her obviously inhuman aspects and ending up looking mostly like Leah's very mismatched fraternal twin, though with a few signs that she was actually quite a bit older.

"Well, if you feel the urge, you can always shove that thing in any of my holes. Remember, what you do now is unremarkable to any of them. Loud public sex? Maybe a head or two will turn, but nobody will reprove you or anything like that."

"You just want your daughter's big fat cock in your hot cunt."

"Well, yes," Myrralis admitted. "But it is your dick and you can shove it in whatever twat you want."

"Then let's get going."