Chapter 35: Inslutception

Tso stared at Marsha, not knowing how exactly to proceed.

As often recently, her mind went to clothing first. Marsha was dressed in a black and white themed outfit, with a black one-piece top that fed into a pair of skintight white jeans and black wedge sandals. Her protruding nipples indicated no bra, but Marsha obviously did not need a bra to showcase her impressive bust. The top was a jumper, so the sides being open let her side boob peak from around the garment, ending about an inch or so before her nipples.

“Tso? Darling you are staring.”

She snapped back to find Marsha smiling at her, the warmth familiar from all the years before.

“Sorry Mrs. Franklin, I was just…thinking.”

Marsha chuckled; she had heard that answer before from many others.

“You don’t have to be modest here Tso, and for god’s sake you aren’t a teenager anymore, call me Marsha.” She said as she walked forward and pulled Tso into a hug.

Tso felt Marsha’s nipples rub against her own, instantly making them bud up, tenting her romper with no pretense of subtlety.

“Uuuuuuh ok um sure, M…Mar…Marsha. What brings you down to the studio?” Tso stammered, suddenly feeling unbalanced on the very heels she mastered.

“Well, I was curious to what you have been designing actually. I notice you scribbling in that book of yours before class like your life depended on it.” Marsha said normally as she broke the hug and strolled along the additional mannequins, pausing at a tight cargo jumpsuit with a built-in push up bodice.

“Yea I caught a bug here as it were. Just needed the right kind of motivation I guess.” Tso continued, her eyes trailing down to Marsha’s ass, framed perfectly in her jeans.

“I was always intrigued by your old designs too, so these new directions you are taking are bold, daring, it is such a creative leap!” Marsha complimented as she looked up at the evening gown.

“I hope you plan on wearing this one yourself, you will land some big fish with this.”

Tso blushed and smiled. She always admired Marsha for the powerful respect she commanded in her field, but now she was smitten by her charm. Her sexuality transcended the physical, Tso was feeling how The Factory molded her very presence to be magnetic too. Then again, she felt this way too, she only needed to look around at her work.

“There was also another reason I hoped to talk to you one on one.” Marsha said as she turned to face Tso.

“Oh? Sure Mrs. Franklin whatever you need!” Tso replied, approaching her, stumbling a bit in her heels.

“Marsha. And may I?” She asked as she gestured to Tso.

Before thinking about her meaning, Tso nodded. Marsha turned her around and pulled Tso into her, before slowly lowering the shoulders of her romper and letting her tits fall free out of the outfit. Marsha then slowly caressed her from behind and began to massage her chest. Tso gasped and moaned lightly as Marsha hummed, using her fingers to expertly grope Tso like she was her lover.

“These are amazing. They are some of the best upgrades I have seen here. The good doctor outdid himself. Are they silicone or saline?” Marsha asked as she lightly pinched Tso’s nipples, making her tongue involuntarily slip from her mouth.

“HAAA, um, uh, well, they are silicone, but they are the new models the doctor created, where they made a small incision and then grew them in place so I wouldn’t have SCARS!” She finished with a small yelp as Marsha pinched her right nipple a little more playfully.

“The pro-silicone! He said he was still in the prototype stage when we last spoke! I assume you have the same kind of implants in this cute booty you have now?” Marsha interfered, lightly slapping Tso’s ass, making her nod rapidly.

Tso then felt her romper’s sleeves returned to her shoulders and her boobs being covered with the care they were caressed with. She was briefly immensely disappointed, wanting Marsha to feel how wet she made her, but she turned instead to face Marsha now looking at her with a cocked eyebrow.

“Tso Abella, you are now what I would call the picture-perfect sophisticated slut. I could tell from the moment I saw you in class for the first time. The way you walk, talk, carry yourself, and this body? If I didn’t know you, I would have you pegged as a full graduate. Somebody I can see being a vision on the runway and between my legs.”

Tso was about to thank her for the compliment but noticed the cutting gaze Marsha had leveled.

“Which is why I need to ask you, how? You have only been here for a few months, no? How did the petite fashion student I remember covering her eyes on the love scenes in horror movies I played for girls’ night, have the pedigree of a fully educated graduate and a body that I know would take a year to earn and recover from?”

Tso blinked. She was sort of shocked to a point where her thoughts were pudding.

“And it isn’t just you. I noticed that Misty has changed in some way. Sure, she hasn’t upgraded her assets like you have yet, but she is fitter, taller, a little more forward with her innuendo, and that is saying something.”

“Um…it was…well…it is kind of hard to explain…” She murmured as she finished by gesturing down her body to complete the thought.

“Tso, I am not going to chastise you for rising to your ideal self. I am just concerned, to put a word to it. This place is very powerful, but this is very new to me.”

“Well…I wasn’t exactly planning on this either, but after helping Jenna out with her machine…”

“Really?! Jenna? My Jenna? Her work did all of this!?” Marsha said in wide eyed shock.

“Um. Yes. It was the reason I have become, well, me. The real me.” Tso admitted nervously

Marsha’s hands went to her chin in thought. She knew that her daughter’s project involved fixing injuries, but this was something much more.

“Mrs…I mean…Marsha. Have you talked to Jenna since you got here?” Tso finally asked

“Hm? Oh, no I haven’t. I am sure you figured, but I am using my maiden name, so nobody suspects that I am playing any kind of favorites with her. I didn’t want to get in the way of your experiences here after all…Why?”

Tso cursed internally. The whole plan was to not make Marsha go code red on Jenna and here she was leading her on. In her defense, she was fighting every urge to stick her hand down her romper and finger herself silly.

“I think the pressure of everything is overwhelming her. After I turned out the way I did, and then Misty improved too, she has been working nonstop to perfect her work. She hasn’t talked to us that much beyond the occasional banter at breakfast and then she runs off to her lab. Misty and I are going to sit her down to figure this out, we didn’t want to worry you, but I felt like we at least had to give you the basics.” Tso carefully explained, recovering a bit and letting logic take the wheel.

“Understandable, I did just drop in on all of you of course.” Marsha admitted, remembering her husband’s words of taking it slow with Jenna ringing in her ears. She also remembered that Mathias was working in the shadows too, and any kind of indication that she suspected would send him into full lockdown. She wouldn’t be able to prove a thing.

“So, we will talk to her first, and then depending on what happens, then we will come to you.” Tso finished, hopefully tying a bow on the situation.

“Hmmmm. Sounds like a plan. Sending both of you here with her was a great idea, I wish I had girlfriends to go through my transformation with. Jenna is lucky to have you.” Marsha smiled warmly, letting the sexy shell crack for a bit to show great pride in her daughter and her friends.

“Thanks Mrs. Franklin, coming from you that means a lot.”

“No trouble darling, and for the last time…”

Marsha closed the distance between the two and pulled Tso into a kiss. Tso didn’t even react; she just melted instinctually and kissed her right back. Their lips interlocked and tongues danced over each other in a perfect waltz of saliva. Marsha pulled Tso in, rubbing their nipples together once more, this time purposefully batting their nipples together as the make out session seemed to go on for eons. Tso almost screamed as she felt Marsha’s hand slip into the front of her romper and slide straight to her pussy, sliding her fingertips over her clit and softly fingering her a few times. Marsha lightly bit Tso’s bottom lip and broke the kiss, pulling away and leaving a strand of spit that she quickly sucked in herself, leaving Tso mouth agape and tongue lolling for contact.

“Call me Marsha.” She giggled as she licked Tso’s cum from her fingers, booped her on the nose and turned for the exit.

Tso barely recovered when Marsha turned around abruptly.

“Oh, and before I forget. We are starting intercourse 101 tomorrow in class. I picked out a recent graduate to be the stud. I was going to be his partner myself, but then he asked me about you incidentally. Handsome Indian man with a British accent by the name of Amar? Familiar?” Marsha said with a cocked eyebrow.

Tso’s eyes went wide.

“Anyway, I edited my lesson plan, it will be much easier for me to lecture the class if I am not the one involved. Besides, when I told him about your progress, he practically begged me to ask you to volunteer. So, are you game?”

Tso limply nodded, the memory of Amar’s cock returning to her mind.

“Excellent! Wear something…light. Goodnight!” Marsha chirped as she slipped out the door.

Tso pulled a 180 and trotted straight to the shower, a wet spot rapidly forming in the crotch of her romper.

Looks like she will have to use her back up outfit after all, and her favorite dildo.

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Misty sat nervously as Santana finished reviewing her latest escapades.

It had been a week since Santana told her to focus on ladies for her training. Misty had never eaten so much pussy in such a short span of time. Then again, it wasn’t difficult either. Every woman she approached to ask was always game to find an empty room and let Misty dine on them. Some even approached her. However, her consistent journey to adult film dynamo was the last thing on her mind now.

Magnus told his whole story to both her and Nicoletta not one hour ago. His Uncle, his threats, how he was basically blackmailed into coming here, his deal with the librarian. It all seemed like something out of a spy movie. On top of that, this Wendy bitch that Tso saw with Jenna was in on this too. Nicoletta took Magnus with her to go down to Jenna’s lab, to see if they could poke around if Jenna was not in there.

Misty wanted to go to, but Nicoletta insisted that she keep up appearances. They didn’t want it to look like anybody close to Jenna was suddenly acting weird and nobody would question Nicoletta brining another stud down to her lab for some light experimentation. So, she went to the studio to meet with Santana so they could have their review, a task Misty tried to concentrate on, but kept wandering back to Jenna.

“Misty. Why so nervous lovely? If your leg was thumping any harder, I would need to get the floor fixed” Santana finally said as she looked at her from the monitor.

“Huh? Oh! Nothing, just restless. More like worry that I meet your standards!” Misty said, perking up in her chair in the midriff baring top and short shorts, provided by Tso.

“Loca, you meet those and exceed them every day! This is just a formality at this point.” Santana chittered as she tapped away at her computer.

“I guess this is the only place where cunnalingus would be considered a formality.”

“Are you complaining?” Santana laughed as she closed out the document and leaned forward in her chair.

“No, but my jaw is very sore this week.” Misty clapped back, making the Brazilian cackle.

“Well then you best get a nice massage, because I think it is time for Misty Noxx to take the next big step.” Santana said as she slid a thick manuscript over her desk in front of Misty.

“Goddess Incarnal: The Idol of Lilith.” Misty read out loud as she held the thick paper script in her hands. The final draft of what would be her introductory film as Misty Noxx. She cocked her eyebrow at it inquisitively.

“Something wrong?”

“Title is too long. Maybe just Incarnal? Makes it sound more like a high concept than a full name like that. That name sounds like a porno, this sounds like an erotic experience.”

Santana laughed in a chittering giggle.

“Should have known you would make it sound even better! Look through if you like as well, the story is one of the best I have seen written so far by our new team!”

Misty flipped through the pages, reading at a speed now afforded to her by her pharmaceutical boons at The Factory.

The story was a thriller, focusing on a lone archeologist convinced that an ancient society worshipped a deity under New York City and how uncovering a temple to said deity influences her to become more sexually craven. The detailed plot weaves the sex scenes in perfectly, ramping up from a solo masturbation all the way to a threesome with her male lab assistant and the female head of her university. At the climax, pun intended, the archeologist then climbs into a coffin found in the temple and becomes the vessel of said deity, that now walks the earth in her flesh.

Misty looked up and crinkled her nose. Santana just arched her eyebrow as if she was already ready to hear Misty’s thoughts on the script.

“This is fantastic…and I have an idea.” Misty said as she put the script back on the desk.

“I am all ears baby! This is your feature after all.”

“It says here that I would get possessed by the goddess and that would be it. What if it were a true transformation?” Misty replied with a cocked eyebrow.

“Ah I see what you are saying. You want to film the second half of the movie after you get some upgrades? It would be a cool way to implement your overall experience here into the movie, but once we get the ball rolling, I like to have productions done in two months. If you want to get upgrades and enhancements that will put production on the shelf while you heal.” Santana explained.

Misty smirked, smiling at Santana.

“What if I told you we had a way to complete filming in six weeks? We film all the scenes before the coffin first, half the transformation, then a day off, then the second half of the movie.”

“I would say that you are one ambitious slut.”

“What can I say, Misty Farber may have seen that deadline and accepted it, but this is Misty Noxx’s movie, and she knows what she can bring to the table.”

Santana laughed. She loved a woman with ambition, and a hungry libido.

“Alright, you have some balls on you I will give you that. We will start filming in a few days, I reserved some of the larger storage areas down in R&D since we need a bigger set. Memorize your lines, and get some deep stretches in.” Santana said with a wicked grin.

“Stretches?”

“Of course, this is going to be a big production that introduces the world to a brand-new contract star. Look at who signed on.” Santana gestured at the inside cover of the manuscript.

Misty flipped to that page and saw who she realized were her eventual costars.

Dirk Dixon would be playing the Janitor that her character seduces after first being exposed to the deity. He was a veteran of the industry and only came out of semi-retirement for select projects. Her male lab assistant and female best friend were France DeJong and Emmanuelle Eros. They were the AVN award winners and stars who could headline any erotic feature. And finally, the head of the university was none other than Gisele Boudreaux. Misty recalled the sight of her about to direct her own gang bang when she came down to the studio not a month or so ago, the biggest starlet in the world, was going to be in her movie.

Misty suddenly realized what Santana meant by stretching.

“I told you that you were going to make waves around her my dear. I am not the only one tracking your progress! Once Gisele hopped on the others fell in too. She thinks you are going to break out. I am talking mainstream box kind of revenue.” Santana said with unfettered excitement.

“That’s crazy…I can’t wait to get started.” Misty said as she got up to leave. It was true, she couldn’t, but she had to make sure that she could take care of Jenna too, no trip into her machine was worth her friend being in danger.

“Ah before you leave, one more thing,” Santana said as she reached into her desk and pulled out a small black box, “I wanted to give you a gift, and a tool actually, something to prep you for shooting!”

Misty smiled as she reached over and lifted the lid on the box, flattered by Santana’s continued belief and trust in her. She gasped as she looked into the box and beheld a brand-new butt plug.

“Oh! Wow!” Misty genuinely said with wide eyes. The bulb was a simple shape, but it was also textured with a custard like swirl. It was as big as a pear.

“I know it is a bit of an odd gift, but it serves its purpose. We give one to every new Female talent before their first shoot.”

“Santana you are going to give me a complex if you keep spoiling me like this.” Misty teased as she picked up the plug out of the case.

“Spoiling is right loca, this one is one of the best on the market. The base forms to your ass cheeks as it goes in. It makes a perfect fit that ensures nothing but pleasure. I should know, it is my go-to!”

Santana then turned around and lifted the hem of her button up dress and spread her cheeks with her hands. Sure enough, Misty saw a perfectly formed purple plug covering up her asshole and nestled between. When Santana let go it didn’t even look like she was plugged at all.

“You are wearing this now!” Misty said

“Of course, I try to wear it all the time. Once you have the sensation of being filled, constantly, you will understand what it is about,” Santana said as she took the plug from Misty, “Well? Go ahead and take your pants off.”

“You mean, right now?”

“Of course! You must start training your ass now if you want to take France and Dirk on!” Santana said as she retrieved a bottle of lube from the same drawer.

Misty sighed as she slid her shorts off, standing in front of Santana as she took the plug from her and dripped a small amount of lube on it, spreading it across the surface.

“Ok, now lean over my desk, you will want to brace yourself.” Santana said with a mischievous grin as she handed the lube to Misty for her to use on herself.

“I have used a butt plug before you know, even before the Factory. I never actually did the whole plugging thing though” Misty said as she massaged her ass with the lube and bent over the desk.

“Well trust me, you will see why this is a top-of-the-line model. Now just relax chica.” She said as she came up behind Misty and lined up the bulb with her sphincter. Misty looked back and saw her twist the base of the plug, and the bulb began to rotate, like a drill.

“Whooooa wait what is it doing?”

“Like I said, it is going to feel a bit different, let me know if you feel anything uncomfortable.”

Misty nodded and Santana inserted the tip into Misty’s ass. She gasped and went a cross-eyed as the plug slowly rotated inside of her, stretching her ass around the round bulb before contracting to the base. Then she felt a warm sensation as the base molded to the curves of her butt cheeks, sitting perfectly between them.

“And there you go, perfect fit! How do you feel.”

Misty turned around and grabbed Santana’s shoulders with her hands, bent forward and licked her from the nape of her neck to her chin. Misty Noxx licked her lips staring into her surprised mentor.

“Full.” She replied as lunged forward and stuck her tongue down Santana’s throat, who returned her ferocity with her own, moaning heavily into Misty’s mouth as their lips mashed together.

She backed Santana so she was sitting on top of her desk. She kissed her down from her lips to her neck, before kneeling in front of her perfectly shaved pussy.

“Let me thank you properly!” Misty said excitedly as she dove and started to feast on Santana’s quivering mound.

Santana only replied with a blissful moan as her newest protégé parted her folds and lapped at her pussy. She unbuttoned the top of her dress and pinched her nipples as Misty framed her clit with deft strokes of her tongue. Santana knew Misty could eat pussy, but this felt different, it was like a switch flipped as soon as that plug went in. She smiled and screamed as she came hard, hearing Misty laugh as her juice coated her tongue.

The next fifteen minutes passed by with nothing but the excited slurping and moans of approval filling the air, until finally Misty kissed Santana’s cunt with a smile and came up to kiss her on the lips, not wanting her to miss out on how sweet her own cum tasted.

“Shit. Maybe I should buy you more gifts.” Santana laughed as she looked down at the soaked carpet below Misty.

Misty laughed and went to go grab her shorts before she felt the bulb still in her ass. She wobbled over and picked up the pants, eliciting a laugh from Santana as she picked out a pair of heels.

“Here, best advice I can give you, platform heels, at least 7 inches. It will make walking around with the plug a dream.”

Misty slipped her feet into the heels and gasped as she felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body. Her body thrummed. The full sensation making Misty pant periodically, her nipples perked. This plug felt like a thick cock was in her ass, and it was perfect.

“Just don’t wear it when you sleep or more than one day in a row. Got to give your muscles a break you know. I will get started on all the paperwork and get back to you when we have a shoot date. Congratulations Misty Noxx, you got yourself a feature!” Santana clapped as Misty waved goodbye and stepped out of the office.

Misty Noxx swayed her hips as she walked in her borrowed heels, the plug making her moan slightly with each step.

She was one step closer to her own inner Bimbo…but first, she needed to help Jenna.

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Jenna sat on the picnic blanket with the small teacup in her hand, still baffled somehow by it all.

The blanket was laid in front of the gnarled and tall tree, grown out of a male nanite manifestation that groaned low and slowly every now and again.

Before her, this shadowy version of herself sipped tea with a satisfied sigh.

Dream tea. It wasn’t real. This was a dream.

“Then why does it feel warm?” Dark Jenna said with a smirk as Jenna looked down at the steaming cup of earl grey.

“Because it is my mind, my rules, I will feel warm because that is what is…”

“Logical, factual, and scientific. God our brain can’t stop calculating, can it? Even when we fuck it races a mile, guess the feeling of a tongue slurping our pussy just gets the inspiration going.”

The tree groaned, its phallus flexed up and down.

“The I can just end all of this right now. The flowers, the tree, the tea party, you…”

“Oh? Then why haven’t I already been shown the door?” her shadow replied as she looked at the frozen member and licked her lips as teasingly as possible.

That was the question then. Why was Jenna still entertaining all of this. This insanity. She literally just uncovered what seemed like somebody dosing her with experimental nano machines, and she was sitting in the middle of a dream picnic sipping tea under the branches of a giant and gnarled dick tree. The shadow laughed, picking up on her consternation.

“Have you ever considered that maybe I am what you should be? That feeling that you had when you first saw our Mother’s photos…”

“MY. Mother.” Jenna very pointedly said.

“Right. Our Mother. That sense of control, of power, of everything we always wanted to be growing up?”

Jenna went to dismiss her but felt nothing. She was right about what she wanted, but this shadow was so different then her initial feelings. Sure, the sexual desire was there, the need to be a better human and rise above the rest too, but there was an edge of malice that she could not shake. She looked up at the obelisk on top of the hill. The light still dancing around, trying to find a way out of the cracks in the stone.

“You said you were offspring of the nanomachines. How is that possible? Nanomachines only reproduce by their programming. This thing you said was inside of me, what was it supposed to do?” Jenna inquired as she gestured towards the former black mass that was now rooted into the ground save for the penis that now forever remained erect at the base.

“Oh, now we are curious? Simply put, this thing had only one mission, to direct our transition in the Factory in a specific way.”

“What way?”

“Hmmmm, you know, it would be much better to show, not tell.” The shadow said as she snapped her fingers.

Everything instantly fell away and melted like a kaleidoscope of colors into another setting. It was a grand foyer of what looked like a massive mansion. It had an obstinance to it that reeked of old money, capitalism, and privilege. Marble stone tiles covered the floor that led to a massive staircase.

Jenna and the Shadow still sat on the picnic blanket, outside observers in a faux play of the mind.

Before Jenna could say anything, the front door of the foyer opened to reveal the former black figure. It was a more human form than before, dressed in a sharp three-piece suit. The figure came in and shut the door, turning around, and removing his jacket.

“APHRODITE. COME.” The figure rumbled as he turned to the staircase.

Looked up the staircase and gasped. There at the top of the staircase was another Jenna. At least, she knew it was from the fact it was immediate in her mind that it was. In looks…it was another thing entirely.

The woman who stood at the top of the staircase, was a bimbo. Not in the sense of the transformations she saw at the factory. This woman took the classic bimbo look and turned all the dials up to 15. She had straight platinum blond hair that fell down her body and ended below her ass. Her legs were statuesque and led to an impossibly insane torso. She was fit, muscles rippling under soft flesh. Her ass and breasts were bolted on and obviously so, both regions were now pushed to the maximum and defied gravity. Her pussy was shaved, and perfectly shaped. Jenna cringed as she beheld her face, a sexified facsimile of her own. Her cheekbones were pronounced, her eyes were larger, her nose was smaller with a button, lips plumped to the most cock sucking of shapes. This figure was wearing nothing but a pink silk gown with black fur trim, barely held together by the belt of the robe, the middle opened to display her enormous cleavage.

_ “My love! You are finally home!” _This woman squealed in the most overdramatic yet airheaded voice. Yet what disturbed Jenna was that it was her voice. She felt like she was speaking through this.

The figure gestured and Aphrodite paced down the stairs, expertly navigating on the most insane pair of heels Jenna had ever seen. They must at least be ten-inch platforms.

The heels allowed her to just be under the face of the figure in height, and as soon as they embraced, they began to kiss. Kiss was a relative term, to Jenna it almost seemed like they were devouring each other.

She turned away from the egregious make out display and saw the Shadow vigorously fingering herself at this sight. Jenna felt disgust…but that was quickly replaced by…a need.

Aphrodite finished the slobbery exchange and pulled away from the figure, licking her lips with a now egregiously flexible tongue.

“IS MY MEAL READY?” The figure said flatly, not even acknowledging or thanking his partner for the intense exchange.

_ “Of course, my darling! A tomahawk steak, bloody rare, a glass of the finest bourbon and grilled asparagus! A **** told me you closed a massive deal, so I made sure they made you your absolute favorite.” _Aphrodite chittered as she grabbed his coat and hung it up in the closet.

“GOOD. I SHALL TAKE IT IN MY CHAMBERS.” The black figure said as he moved to go up the stairs.

“Wait my love…don’t you want to hear about my day?” Aphrodite asked as she came in front of him and placed her hand directly on his bulge.

“AFTER I EAT.”

“Are you sure? You don’t want to hear about how I made four of your slaves fight to eat your cum out of my pussy?” She teased as she sunk to her knees and unzipped his fly.

The figure cocked his eyebrow and nodded to continue.

Jenna watched in stunned awe as Aphrodite pulled the biggest cock she had ever seen out of the figure’s pants and started to kiss and lick it with the reverence of a holy relic. The figure grunted and smiled, fully enjoying the show his pet was putting on for him.

“After you left this morning, my tight little cunt was still full of your glorious cum, so much that it would drip out ever so slightly every few minutes. When I went to get breakfast, I noticed a few slaves following me and picking up the cum off the carpet to get a taste of your glory.”

“TAKING MY CUM WITHOUT PERMISSION? THEY SHOULD KNOW BETTER.”

_ “Of course, baby, when I told them as much they quivered in my presence. I had to punish them, for you!” _She sighed as she licked up the shaft and inhaled it with a wet gluck. She sucked down the 17-inch monster like it was nothing, using her face as a fuckhole solely to please the god in front of her. The figure chuckled as he grabbed the back of Aphrodite’s head and rapidly made her throat him. She looked up at him, slobbering onto the floor and all over his member, with worshipping eyes and devoted sounds of moaning from deep within her cock filled throat.

“AND HOW DID YOU PUNISH THEM?” The figure asked, letting Aphrodite let his cock out of her mouth with a loud pop from her lips.

“Only how you would my everything. I demanded that they fuck each other to prove their worth to you. Whoever lasted the longest without cumming would then be allowed taste your seed from my slutty hole. I sent the three losers to the basement for reprogramming, and the winner got my pussy nice and clean for when you came home.” Aphrodite said, proud of serving the will of her deity, a wet puddle slowly forming below her from the now gushing pussy of the hour.

The figure laughed a deep and malicious tone, a tone that made the creature beneath him immediately cum.

“EXCELLENT WORK. FORCING OTHERS TO COMPETE TO LICK YOUR PUSSY. MY PUSSY.”

“Your perfect, tight, slutty pussy!” She repeated as she stood up and bent over, showing her ass to the figure, who without hesitation inserted his cock all the way to the hilt.

Jenna fell back on her palms as she saw the massive cock bulge in the abdomen of this woman. What she was watching was biologically impossible, yet this figure was bottoming out inside Aphrodite, making her scream with an animalistic hunger as her pussy gushed cum around the base of his dick. The rutting only grew faster and faster, the wet squelching picking up the pace as Aphrodite babbled incoherently. Finally, the figure roared as his cock pulsed, he sheathed himself inside his lover one last time, and Jenna saw the bulge begin to form in the belly of the slut beneath him. He removed his cock and a gout of frothy cum fell to the floor, which she immediately picked up with her fingers and sucked down her plump lips.

The shadow sighed as she came too, licking her lips, Jenna almost told her off when she felt the need to keep watching the exchange.

“Thank you, my master, my lover, my god.” Aphrodite quivered as he put a finger under her chin to lift her eyes to his.

“FOR WHAT?”

“For making me your perfection. For allowing me to be the sleeve for your god cock. For being the one to sire your heirs to be. For everything.”

“YOU DON’T MISS WHO YOU USED TO BE? YOU DON’T WANT TO BE JENNA FRANKLIN?”

Aphrodite then turned to look directly at Jenna and the Shadow as the scene melted to transition back to the field of flowers, the figure disappeared, the figure of Aphrodite only stood before Jenna and the Shadow under the gnarled tree.

“Jenna Franklin is dead. I am Aphrodite Maximus. I am what all females should be, and will be…”

“…when they bow to him.” Jenna finished as the figure of Aphrodite faded to dust that was sucked back into the tree, right down the extended phallus of the former figure.

Jenna felt a pang of regret, like she didn’t want that vision of her to go, when she suddenly fell back due to the tree bursting into flames. The former black mass at the base of the tree groaned in agony as its bark gnarled even further, turning to ash and crumbling all around it. Its cock curled up and splinter like a branch, it’s face broke and splintered. The last rumbling groan of **** shook the ground as the tree disappeared in a cloud of ash, nothing more than a black mark in the pristine field of tulips and roses.

“I have been waiting to do that for ages.” The Shadow said with a sigh as she got up off the blanket.

“WHY!?” Jenna cried as she shot up as well, not knowing why she was suddenly so angry.

“Think, use our brain, what you saw, that is what the nanites were going to turn us into. A braindead super slut who can’t live without the cock of her master filling her every day.”

As her initial anger subsided, Jenna knew the Shadow was right. Sure, what she saw was erotic, but Aphrodite was no more than a **** with a name to the black mass, this master of hers.

“If it weren’t for me, we would be on the road to being that thing at his knees.”

“Then why aren’t we? Like I said nanites can only change their reproduction programming when the original code is changed. If this Master didn’t, then how did you?”

“I don’t know. We have the same brain, remember? Do you think we wouldn’t know what this all was if we did? All I know, is I am the nanites now, and we should take full advantage of this newfound power.”

Jenna felt a ripple go across her mind, like she was slowly fading from a dream.

“Well, looks like our time’s up…don’t worry though, we will know what to do next. Nobody can make us bend to their knees Jenna. When you wake up you will see, we do not bow to him, to the cock, to anyone…”

The field faded to blackness and before Jenna fell away, the Shadow uttered one more promise.

“They will bow to us."

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Wendy paced back and forth in her apartment. For the first time in a long time, she was worried.

After Jenna collapsed, she basically threatened Wendy to take her back to her room and leave her bed as she passed out. She should have stayed and made sure Jenna was ok, but she could not disobey the orders of her mistress.

Her frustration was interrupted by a beeping sound on her private desktop.

Oh No. Mathias.

She quickly sat down and primped herself to look presentable, not wanting to send off any alarms. She took a deep breath and pressed accept.

“Hello Master.”

The image playing back to her was Mathias in a grand leather chair, nude, as Samantha happily bobbed up and down on his massive cock. Normally this would make Wendy extremely jealous, wanting to be the pair of lips that wrapped around Mathias, but now that was replaced by her knowing that her Mistress’s pussy was the superior power now. Still, she played her emotions to ensure not to suggest anything was different.

“Hello, my little bird, sorry to intrude without warning.” Mathias said with faux concern as he was being serviced by his former sister and law, happily slurping away.

“Of course not Master, your needs always come first.”

“I won’t take too long, I just wanted to make sure you are aware of new steps in the plan.”

“Oh?”

“Wendy, your reports have been regular, average, no major changes. I have been…disappointed with the lack of forward progress.”

Wendy felt a pang of panic she never really felt before with Mathias, she immediately calmed it down to respond.

“I deeply apologize for that Master; I have to move carefully around here as not to arouse suspicion. I can assure you; project Aphrodite is progressing to your desire.”

“Maybe so…but I am growing impatient, I have decided to accelerate things to ensure we can implement the Aphrodite nanites and bring Jenna Franklin into the fold now so I can take my time turning her into perfection.”

Samantha hummed with approval as she worshipped the god cock in her mouth. Whenever Mathias took charge, it made her whole-body swell with lust.

“What is your new plan master?” Wendy asked, feeling dread creep over her.

“Athena will be arriving at The Factory within the month, I am having her prep a new **** to accompany her for a cover, you are to prepare for her arrival, bring her up to speed, and assist her in securing Jenna Franklin and completing Phase 2. Afterwards, Athena will remove Jenna from the premises and bring her to me for Phase 3. Understood?”

“Y…Yes Master of course.”

“Good, now if you will excuse me, I have to satiate this slut. Contact me after Athena arrives so we can coordinate the plan.” He said as he closed the call.

Wendy fell back in her chair.

Athena. Right Hand to Mathias. Breaker of slaves. Was coming here.

And she was bringing backup.

Mathias wanted his Aphrodite, no matter who would fall in the wake.

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Note from Ted – Hey everybody, sorry for another long gap between chapters, the end of the year was a mess, so I had almost no time to just sit down and write. This story is not dead, don’t you worry, I have a plan written out how the story goes, and two alternate what if endings for after the canon narrative ends. I wish I could say I will have the next chapter in a month, but as new careers are beginning for me right now, don’t be surprised if there is another gap before the next chapter. Until then, thank you for your support!