Possibly too much

"I love it!!" Sera practically screamed, bouncing up and down and clapping her hands together. After a few moments she stopped, but her chest kept moving; she allowed herself to giggle. They weren't overly big or impressive - certainly not to the extent of the Goddess before her - but Sera's breasts were respectable and, most importantly, hers. Nevermind that she was standing there in a pair of guy's boxers and a t-shirt: she had dared to dream, and in doing so made it happen. The foreign movements of her body only served as a happy reminder. Of course, this might never have been possible without Aphrodite's help; Sera wanted nothing more than to run up and hug her the radiant woman smiling before her. Not wanting to overstep, she settled on thanking her utterly.

"I don't know how I could ever thank you properly. It sounds silly, but this is definitely a dream come true: I've wanted this since I was like ten years old, and when I heard about you I could only hope. I would do absolutely anything to repay you!"

At this remark, Aphrodite cocked an eyebrow. "...Anything?" Her eyes flashed mischievously.

"Yes, anythin-" Sera stopped mid-word, realizing what she had done. Wish now granted, they were moving into 'bargain' territory, and Sera, in her blissful ignorance, had walked right into it. Concern creeped into her mind: she was a bird finally being freed from its cage...only to notice it was the cat who had let her out. Aphrodite just continued to smile, although it seemed wider than before; a true Cheshire grin.

"Honey," the Goddess chuckled, "I've got just the thing."

Aphrodite stepped forward again, and Sera's eyes darted about as she took a frightful step back. How could she possibly escape the situation? She was in the heart of the infection, surrounded by sexed-up people who'd love to set themselves upon her. The more pressing matter: being in the same room as two extremely powerful individuals, the kind that might not take kindly to Sera's attempts to flee. The nervousness crept back into her voice as she wondered what would happen.

"P-Please, please don't make me into some mindless bimbo, my Lady. Anything but that."

Aphrodite's look softened, seeming genuinely hurt. "Do you not trust me anymore? You were so willing before, without even considering that I might twist your request against you. And yet, I rewarded you justly; are you so certain that I might betray you now?"

"I...I..."

"Maybe I should." The Divine's face becoming stern. "Maybe I should make you into a true slut, fit only to be bouncing on some guy's cock until the end of days. And I would let everyone know: this is the one who dared to fly too close to the sun, only to get burned for it. It would be appropriate, no?"

Sera sighed, saying nothing. Out of options, she resigned herself to her fate.

"...Unless," Aphrodite pondered, letting her word hang in the air. She turned to Aires, who nodded his approval. "If you accept my offer without any more hesitation, I promise that you will not be harmed. You will accept the responsibility I am placing on you, and eventually come to understand the gift I am giving. But know this: you have wounded me with your distrust. And you will have to work to earn my friendship again."

"I-I understand, my Lady. I am sorry." Sera looked meekly to the floor.

"Now, no more dawdling. Come here."

Sera closed the distance between them, looking defeated. Aphrodite had been right: she had made it to the mountaintop, only to let hubris or overexcitement or...something get in the way of victory. She had put her foot in her mouth and subsequently tripped as a result, tumbling down. All that was left was to accept the consequences. In her state of depression, Sera didn't notice Aphrodite pull open her nightgown. When her eyes moved up, she involuntarily gasped. The nightgown had left little to the imagination already, and yet to see the Goddess' naked form to full effect; it was practically indescribable. Her body was a temple of beauty, her heavy breasts lightly rising and falling with her breath. Sera did the best she could to keep her eyes on the road, as it were, but in trying to avoid looking down at Aphrodite's wide hips and (tempting) nether region, she became transfixed on her chest instead. It was truly a mother's body, and Sera wanted that for herself. She tampered down her jealousy, steeling her thoughts for the moment ahead.

Aphrodite watched in silence, sensing the thoughts in Sera's mind just as she saw them play out on her face. The Divine woman felt a pang of pity for the new girl and remorse for how she had reacted; had she been too harsh? Threatening her with slut-dom was a bit much, certainly: Sera was just a scared, depressed person coming to terms with a new, happier reality. Aphrodite would have to cut Sera some slack. When the girl finally met her gaze, the Goddess gave her a sad smile.

"It's going to be okay." Aphrodite said softly. She hefted one of her breasts. "Drink from me, and everything will be alright."

Sera blushed at the thought. Tentatively she moved to do what she was told, her hands moving slowly as she subconsciously licked her lips. A part of her mind was jumping in excitement, the idea of drinking from the Goddess of Beauty tickling a fetish of hers, but the moment was more solemn than Sera would have pictured otherwise. As her fingers made contact with Aphrodite's flesh, Sera pulled back and looked up at the Goddess, reflexively concerned she had done something wrong. She was met with the same light smile as before. Nodding in understanding, Sera pulled herself in closer. Aphrodite felt so soft and smooth, so warm to the touch; it was on a whole 'nother level to when she had felt up her own changing body. When her face was an inch or two from Aphrodite's breast, Sera breathed in her scent. She could smell flowers, but couldn't pinpoint the particulars: it was almost like every flower she knew of at once, not competing for attention but working in unison to be the best they could be together. A harmony of the senses, it was heavenly. Having paused to take it all in, Sera was not expecting a gentle hand on the back of her head pushing her into Aphrodite's body, her eyes going wide as her lips made contact.

Becoming Sera was the best thing that had happened to Seth, but this was the best thing that had happened to her since, and might remain that way for a long time, perhaps forever. Aphrodite's nipple had a taste, but again Sera could not figure out the exact flavor. She had never even kissed a person before today, and now she was going to suck on her breast as well; was this a sexual taste? Or something else? The first drop of liquid touched her lips, and the light sweetness was intoxicating. Sera found she couldn't focus, her body relaxing. What had begun as a tentative measure became an earnest hunger, her pent up emotions coming to the fore as she drank more and more. She sighed happily. Above all, she felt safe. Why had she been so afraid? Sera eventually heard Aphrodite speak.

"That's it, sweetie. Just relove and relax."

They continued like this for a time, the young woman content to accept the Goddess' gift for as long as possible. No one said anything. For his part, Aires just watched from his throne, interested in where this was going. He could have used his power to look into Aphrodite's mind and perhaps glean her plans, but where was the fun in that? Evelith stood next to him, trying to figure out how to finger herself while also remaining as quiet as possible. She was very turned on, but didn't want to interrupt what was a pleasing show, one that hinted at becoming more. Eventually it had to end though, and as Aphrodite's milk abated, she pulled back. Sera could feel a buzzing in her head as a single tear fell down her cheek. It had been blissful but it was over, and again the trepidation set in. What was to become of her now?