Damiana's younger sister Rachel

Looking up at the figure, John is surprised to see a familiar mane of luscious blonde hair, hanging in loose waves to just above a small but pert behind. “Rachel?” he calls out to her, but she either is choosing to ignore him, or is too focused on the prize directly in front of her. Damiana is quick to take notice however, not expecting to see her younger sister here. “Get away from there sis, it’s dangerous” she yells out to a similar result as John’s attempt. He can do little but watch as a hand extends out from her slim figure, reaching up high to the precious band above. It seems that she has been left out of the Goddess’s blessings, still standing a small but respectable 5’2”, her plain beige dress and simple sandals the only items adorning her body. While certainly not what John would call curvy, she possessed a respectable pair of small B cups breasts to completement the slight swell of her rear. Stretching up onto her tiptoes, he admired the arch of her smooth delicate soles from his position. Finally, she was able to reach the ring and remove it from its position.

Turning it over in her hands, she is confused how such a simple band could possibly contain the power she heard John describe. Had it been anyone else, she might have thought this whole thing an elaborate hoax, but Rachel had grown up only two years younger than Damiana, but always living in her shadow. She would constantly try to include herself into your games together, standing suspiciously close to John at every chance she got. It hadn’t taken long for him to figure out that she had a crush on him, but as her sister blossoms into an attractive young woman, it went wholly unreciprocated. Rachel had always cursed how she was a late bloomer, and by the time of her 18th birthday had accepted that she was simply never going to bloom. Now, feeling jealous of the incredible gift her sister has received from the Goddess herself, and on her birthday of all things had pushed her over the edge. As everyone else around her had shrunk or grown, becoming otherworldly amazonian beauties or miniature plain Janes, it seemed that she had once again been forgotten and left with her boring old self. Imagine her surprise then, when it turned out that John and Damiana had once again run off without her. She had set off in hot pursuit, determined to finally **** him to confess his feelings one way or the other when she overheard his little spiel about the ring. Convincing herself that this was the real blessing from the Goddess for her, she wasted no time in storming up the stairs, determination etched into her pale face.

Satisfied now that the ring is real, Rachel slips it onto her left ring finger, a detail John can’t help but notice given her infatuation with him. With a gleeful smile she shouts, “I wish to have power greater than the Goddess herself!” Damiana instinctively winces at the blasphemy, a habit borne from a lifetime of worship. Rachel meanwhile feels better than She has in Her entire life, as if a well of power is filling Her up from the inside. She allows herself to rise into the air, spinning slowly in place as a transformation overtakes Her. The first thing he notices is Her body turn into pure white light, lengthening from top to toe, now a statuesque 7 feet long. The light begins to solidify as it travels upwards, Her previously delicate feet lengthen, soles as divine as the rest of the Goddess Herself. A smooth white coating appears on Her toenails, which elongate slightly, while Her skin takes on a perfect smooth tan. A set of exquisite heels, made of the purest white gold appears around Her feet. Long dainty straps extend up past Her ankles, glittering softly with what seems to be diamonds set within the straps. Rounding off this opulence, John spots a collection of toe rings and a delicate anklet appear upon Her divine feet.

The light continues to shift up Her form, smooth silky calves merging into the most divine thighs John has ever had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. While not being overly thick, they appear to have been perfectly proportioned to balance an elegant ladylike grace with an air of hidden power beneath. Above, Her waist contracts ever so slightly, a delicate hint of abs just below the surface, toned to perfection further balancing feminine charm and strength. Sadly, it seems that the newly crowned Goddess is aware of John’s stare, and while She enjoys his lustful longing for Her, it seems that She is choosing to hide Her privates from him for now. The light continues to fade upwards as Her breasts swell out to a large C cup, they aren’t the biggest pair he has observed – Damiana has Her beaten by at least 2 whole cup sizes – but they hang from Her with a splendid teardrop shape, drooping enough to show their weight, while otherwise appearing to float effortlessly in defiance of gravity itself. The light remains upon Her as if a bra, as more of Her body is revealed from the shoulders down. Silky shoulders appear and extend into slim lithe arms, while there is only the barest hint of muscle beneath the surface, hiding a strength great enough to defeat an army of men. Hands are the next thing to appear, and John is certain that before today he’d never found a woman’s hands to be erotic, but this was no ordinary woman, and no ordinary hands. Smooth, velvety skin, with long and slender fingers topped by perfect long nails. If working in the fields made ones hands rougher, it was as if this Goddess had found a way to make Hers smoother than an unworked pair. As if remembering Her toes, a matching white coating appeared on each supreme fingernail, a flawless covering without so much as a speck or scratch to mar them. To complement the look, a range of delicate rings appeared across Her fingers, none as superb as the one on Her ring finger, but all of them more wonderful than the treasures possessed by all the kings in all the world.

Finally, Her head began to take form, as out-of-this-world as the rest of Her body, John admired the perfect full lips, a light pink gloss almost beckoning him to come and kiss them. Her nose with two perfect tiny nostrils, the bridge delicate and narrow on Her stunning face. Her eyes remained a deep sapphire blue, threatening to pierce into his very soul, supported by pencil thin blonde eyebrows set in a ‘come-hither’ look. A layer of faint pink eyeshadow to match Her lips completes the most divine face in all the land, but perhaps most impressively of all, is that he still recognises Her as Rachel. Next, Her mane of luxurious blonde hair explodes out from Her head to fall softly around Her shoulders. It has retained its previous wavy look but ends much higher, serving as an accessory to rather than a focus for the Goddess’s flawless body.

Just as John wonders if she plans to remain naked, a sheer black dress materialises on Her being. Seeming to draw inspiration from a neighbouring empire to his peoples (was it Romans, or Greeks, he wasn’t sure), styled with a gold edge along the top, a simple floor length black cloak hangs from the one covered shoulder by a spartan metal ring. The dress goes to the top of Her thigh, leaving those glorious legs uncovered. A hole appears to show a window to cleavage so wonderful as to on its own make the former Goddess look like a dog by comparison. A gold belt, almost corset-like in design rounds off Her outfit. Letting herself float slowly to the ground, Her delicate heel makes a gentle tap it impacts upon the marble stair below, yet despite the soft and tender landing, a rumble rolls out from the point of impact, shaking the ground and sending John and Damiana crashing back to the floor.

“By the Goddess, or should I say, by Me” She begins with a lilting laugh, Her voice enough to send John over the edge, his dick already rock-hard and straining against his pants from watching Her ascend, he bucks in release and can see a small stain spread out from his crotch. “You know” She continues “I had thought the old Goddess cruel, forgetting simple plain old Rachel while changing everyone else. Little did I know, the best gift of all was mine and mine alone”. Too stunned to speak, John can only watch as Rachel walks softly down the steps towards him. Damiana however is not so easily cowed and confronts her sister “Rachel…” she begins “how could you? After all the things I’ve done for you, and you have to go and steal the first good thing to come my way”.

A flash of angers appears on the Goddess’s face before being quickly being replaced with a composed but stern glare. “The things you’ve done for me?! Dear sister, I have had to grow up in your shadow, watch you take all the attention, all the boys, and now on MY 21st birthday, the Goddess chooses to bless you with a body more becoming of a demigoddess.” Wow, John had no idea there was this much pent-up hate between the two. With some concern and fear, he lays down prostrate towards Her, hoping to avoid the wrath of the approaching Goddess. Seeing this, She smiles and gestures towards you “see dear sister, finally things are as they should be, my unrequited love is no more, he now knows to love and worship me as the Goddess I am and always have been destined to be”. Damiana flaps her mouth open and shut a few times, unsure what to say in response, Rachel walks past her, and to emphasize the difference between them gives her a gentle flick to send her flying into the far chamber wall.

Continuing to lay where he is, as Rachel’s immaculate toes appear in his vision. Looming over John, two feet taller and easily twice your overall size, She is as imposing as She is beautiful. A compulsion comes over him, forcing him to reach out and kiss those toes. He goes one by one, taking care to savour the sensations that come over him better than the best orgasm with each kiss placed upon them. “I’ve read your mind you know” Rachel speaks softly, “I’m glad to say that I forgive and accept the deception you’ve played on the old Goddess. For it means that we can be together instead.” He almost feels betrayed by this invasion of privacy, but accepts it as part of Her new status. “I can also tell that while you did prefer my sister, you truly do prefer my new form to hers. You need only speak the words ‘I do’ and we will be joined together as omnipotent rulers for all eternity. But be warned, I will only offer this once, and you will always be subservient to me regardless of your answer”.

The easiest choice anyone could ever make was in his hands, what does John do?