Aphrodite Arrives

Special thanks to Samantha Derry for doing the editing on this.

Her eyes were open, but she was shrouded in darkness. she could feel her body awaken from its slumber. Andrea Lencroft could feel her own face, but the body attached to it wasn’t her own. She could feel it…an overweight body. Well, it wasn’t that insane, and it was shapely, but it was a far cry from the oh so pretty skin suits she’d normally wear. It was most definitely female, her nipples excessively large. Of course, there was also the fact that she was restrained to a pole in an uncomfortable way. Fully naked, Andrea licked her lips. She thought, “Whatever is coming up, it must be good. Markus has never gone this far before…”

The loud clicking of high-heels approached from the left. Without a warning, they got closer and Andrea could feel her fat ass cheek burn from a loud slap. She could hear Markus’s voice whisper in her ear: “I am getting sick of you pulling shit to get your little kicks. I’ll play along THIS time, but the next time you pull this shit on me, I will make your punishment as boring and mundane as you can possibly imagine. Actual chastity.”
Andrea smiled for a brief moment. He could read her mind…and she got her way. She kept a note to keep her “defiance” of Markus contained next time. She had gone a little bit too far…

Her thoughts were rudely interrupted because of the sack being pulled off her head. Andrea took a moment to reorient herself, her eyes struggling to adjust to the sudden light.

Markus pulled the two sheets off of Jeremy and Damien as well, who were in the same situation as her. They had the same shapely, yet overweight bodies and their real heads, too, laid on top of these gargantuan-sized women.

Their sight freed, the trio now had the opportunity to examine Markus; who appeared as a more pleasing, yet no less jarring image. Female body. Male head.

Markus’s female skin was quite pale, almost excessively so. Her body was large and thick, stretching up to two meters tall. She had big, whopping F cup breasts, a round, shapely ass, and a normal waist. He was almost fully nude, from his impressive chest all the way down to his thick, bushy vagina. The only thing he was wearing was a set of raven-colored high-heels. To think that this glorious feminine body was heavily contrasted with his warm, brown-haired face.
“You three disappoint me.” Markus said as he sat down in a chair opposite the three ”females”. There was the frizzy redhead, the clean-looking latino man, and of course, the scrawny dude with the curly hair from down the street.
“Not more then usual, I hope.” Andrea snapped back with a pretty smile.
Markus glared at her. Without skipping a beat, he turned to the left and disappeared out of sight. He returned with a special ball gag with straps attached to a latex cock. He jammed it’s business end down into Andrea’s throat. The straps of the cock were quickly attached to the back of her head.

“No more witty remarks!” Markus gave Andrea a hard slap, firm enough to make it hurt, but not enough to leave a mark. Andrea let out a muffled moan through the mouth gag.
“Now, you two.” Markus picked up what best could be described as a ”whipping stick”; a thin rod with somewhat soft edges. He slapped it against the table to check that it made a satisfying THWACK. It would be painful, but not too painful. He knew firsthand; he’d tried it out on himself once before.

“So tell me, what did I ask of you three when I was called back to Creneth HQ to handle urgent business?”
“That the house be cleaned, Markus.” Damien offered. He tried to readjust himself, but couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling of his new, jiggling C-cup breasts.
“Right, right, and how did I find it?”
“Dirty…” Jeremy conceded. The poor thing couldn’t even try to stop the words that dripped from his guilty mouth.
THWACK! THWACK! Markus made sure to avoid their faces as the stick smacked against their completely exposed breasts. Both Jeremy and Damien let out a fevered yelp.
“When I came back, it was dirtier than ever! You did that on purpose, didn’t you? She talked you into it, didn’t she?” Mark gestured to the gagged woman next to them.
Damien nodded. Markus smiled.

“Of course she did. And I presume the three of you had a lot of fun the skinsuits while I was gone?”
Damien and Jeremy nodded. Andrea struggled against her constraints but it was more roleplaying than an actual escape attempt.
“Oh I know you love the thrill. Do you two like your new bodies?” Markus smiled in an almost kind way towards them.
“Yeah,” Damien conceded. “They’re a bit thicker than the common stuff but still good. Only thing is that having our real faces on top of these bodies is awkward as hell.” Markus’s smile turned from warm to predatory.
“Good. You three are going to spend the next few days like this. Overweight bodies, real faces. While I–” He paused, taking his time to admire his new body. “–get to walk around as my latest commission.”

Markus pulled out the mask of a goth chick with neon green hair and pale skin, the same tone that matched Mark’s feminine body. He sat, making sure to spread his legs as wide as possible in order to expose himself to the trio. He pulled the mask’s opening wide as he lowered it over his own head. He stretched and struggled for a second to make sure that the now-deforming facial features of the mask were pulled over his own features…now her own features. It took a moment, but when the lower side of his neck was in place, a ripple effect extended upward, shaping her face until it came into perfect form, including shifting Markus’s plain, brown eyes to a demonic shade of red.

“My name is Aphrodite, Markus’s new creation. But you three servants shall call me God. In fact, I’m renaming all of you in the order of Bitch, Jackass, and Loser. You three get to stay just like that until I deem your debt repaid. Mr. Creneth has made it very clear you three have been behaving abhorrently. Filthy. Dirty. Disobedient!”

Aphrodite picked up a dark shirt and a grey jacket, donning them. Next, a pair of blue jeans, yet the fabric that would cover her crotch area was decisively missing. Of further note was the amount of straps situated around Aphrodite’s thighs.

All three of the tied victims were held in the same position, totally naked, and chained against respective poles with not much breathing room. Adding to that, their female bodies were overweight and unwieldy, especially compared to Aphrodite’s supermodel body. She smirked for a second before pulling out a pair of thin-rimmed sunglasses and sliding it onto the bridge of her nose.

Aphrodite had arrived. A stunningly pretty goth girl in a casual gray and black outfit, demonic eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses while her neon green hair seemed more diseased than anything else. And of course…her vagina was completely exposed.
Aphrodite smiled as she approached the three naked “ladies”.

“Mr. Creneth has given me some very special equipment for my task.”
Aphrodite reached for the three pieces of underwear that lay on the table to the left.
From the outside you could see nothing but smooth latex, but on the inside there were two massive vibrators attached. Without even bothering to be gentle, Aphroditde rammed the first of the sex toys up Andrea’s gaping holes and immediately locked it in place with a nociable padlock on the back.

Aphrodite heard Andrea’s muffled moans and landed a fierce slap on her cheek that left it sore and red.

“Quiet, bitch.” Underneath Aphrodite’s furious face, Markus couldn’t help but notice how much Andrea was getting off on this. Sure she was a sexual omnivore, but at the end of all these wild things she did, she enjoyed it most when he put his foot down. Markus knew he certainly was going to do so tonight.
Aphrodite did the same to Jeremy and Damien with little hesitation, making sure to tightly lock their new equipment into place.

The dominatrix sat down on her chair with her legs wide open once more, her dripping, wet pussy exposed. She smiled and reached for a remote.
“Guess what this one does?” She flicked the switch and all three could feel their insides torn apart by two heavy-duty vibrators. With great joy, Aphrodite watched her three chained-up victims squirm in delicious agony. The great goddess heard the moans and whimpers of her subjects and smiled with glee at their torment.
After a short time of this, she pulled out a small key and unchained the three of them without saying a word. She merely pointed to a small shower room on the right of them.
Andrea was already too lost in her own pleasure, falling onto her knees and attempting to masturbate, furiously rubbing against the front of her locked fetish underwear.
“Bitch!” Aphrodite yelled. Andrea ignored her. This act of disrespect caused Aphrodite to push her exposed, wet crotch in the woman’s face, making sure to rub it all over. In return, Andrea immediately used her tongue to start pleasuring her domineering lover. Damien and Jeremy stood idly by, their real heads protruding from fat female bodies and violated from both sides.

Aphrodite held nothing back, violently stuffing her vagina in Andrea’s face, almost to the degree of trying to choke her fat-suited lover in her own fluids. Her pale, but firm hands wrapped around the back of Andrea’s head.
Both lovers moaned as neither wanted to be the one to relent first in their mutual assault. It was Aphrodite who broke the mood by pulling Andrea’s hair. Andrea, her face covered in juices, tried to reach for Aphrodite’s crotch in vain.
“God, you’re such a useless, pathetic slut.”
“I am whatever you need me to be, God.”
“Clean yourself up, bitch.” Aphrodite pulled Andrea onto her feet and slapped her ass.

The showering room was hot and steamy. All three of the bizarre-looking female figures were actively scrubbing themselves clean.
“I told you this was a bad idea.” Jeremy said. He was busy making sure to rinse the soap from his massive breasts. “I mean I don’t mind being this…fat, but with my own face on top? It looks terrible!”

“I can’t help but stare at just how wrong this is.” Damien replied. He sized up his breasts, his eyes darting back and forth for whenever Aphrodite would return.
“God, I can’t wait for Markus to come back and use me!” Andrea squealed. Her chubby hands squeezed both of her tits as it was practically the only thing she could do to stimulate herself outside of the constant double-buzz down below.

“Mr. Creneth is away on important business.” Aphrodite entered the room, the clear click-clacking of her high heels caused all three servants to quiet down. She played with her neon green hair with one hand, licking her now neon green lips. “Far more important than dealing with three little disobedient sluts like you.” Aphrodite came close to Jeremy, who just looked at the ground with evident nervousness, hoping not to provoke her.
“Look at you, Loser. Or should I call you Coward? No courage in you, you’re just here to serve…”
The frail-looking man with his mass of curly hair avoided eye contact. “Well, yeah, I mean, Andrea wanted to provoke you into this. I just followed along because she asked me to.”
Aphrodite grabbed Jeremy by the breasts, pressing him against the wall of the shower room. With a truly evil laugh, she used her free hand to redirect the running shower head onto the both of them.

“And tell me, Coward, who do you work for? Who pays your bills?”
Jeremy, clearly trying to ignore the sensual feelings from his female body looked Aphrodite straight in the eye.
“Markus.”

Aphrodite immediately turned sour, turning the sensual squeeze and tease into what amounted to pinning Jeremy against the wall. The two others stood by and stared on; Andrea was getting more and more excited. She’d never seen Markus get so fired up and dominant as he was now. Now if only he’d unleash that fire on her. She was going to provoke Aphrodite of course, but for now she was too intrigued to try and disrupt whatever was going to follow next.
“Who?” Aphrodite added more emphasis, lowering her sunglasses to try and intimidate Jeremy more. She gave him a death glare with her strange, threatening red eyes.
“Eeeeh eeeh, Mister Creneth!”
“Good. Don’t you forget that.”
“Yes, God.” Jeremy seemed to deflate and relax as Aphrodite let go of him.
“Why don’t you stop hounding him already, you dominant bitch! He’s not responsible for the state of this mansion, I am!”
Andrea had a big smirk on her face which screamed “Punish me! Humiliate me! I’ve been a naughty girl!”
Aphrodite turned to Damien and Jeremy, pointing at three dark bags on the other side of the room. “Dry yourselves up and get dressed.”
Next, the dominatrix grabbed Andrea by her hair, dragging along out of sight and leaving Jeremy and Damien behind.
Jeremy was shaking. “I seriously thought she was going to kill me.”
Damien laughed. “Let’s get dressed before she comes back and finishes the job, then.”

“Let go of me, you bitch.”
“Shut it, Andrea.” Aphrodite let go of her as Andrea followed along, all sense of feigned hatred and defiance are gone.
“I’ve been a bad girl that needs to be punished, as the saying goes.”
Both of them made their way to Andrea’s and Markus’s bedchamber.
“Soooooo, which hole do you want first?”
Aphrodite glared at her before she tugged under her neck, her pale features giving way to the darker features of Markus. He flung the mask to the side, looking seriously pissed before calming down.

“I’ve brought a new skinsuit along just for this occasion.” Markus pulled out a completely grey suit and handed it to her. Excitedly, Andrea ripped the suit open and clambered into it. With glee, she closed the zipper and waited to see just what she’d get to be. Markus smiled as Andrea regained her own form…and then froze into a marble statue of her nude self, now looking confused and off-balance.
Markus picked up the mask, holding in front of his face. He jokingly stuck the hand inside it, manipulating her face like a hand puppet.

“You see dear, unlike Jeremy and Markus, I’m actually going to punish you. You’re no longer invited to our session…in fact, you weren’t in the first place. Why? Because I’m actually furious at you.” Markus pulled the goth mask back over his head, moving it around in wild movement and exaggerated head shakes as his features melted into her own, his eyes changing color, his face turning pale, and his voice echoing in a strange erotic moan that faded from Markus into Aphrodite.
“Do you like your new form? Funny new thing about it. It doesn’t let you out until I tap the tiny button on the back of your neck. Like so.”
Aphrodite grabbed the marble statue by its neck, toppling it. Inside, Andrea screamed, afraid that she was going to be shattered into pieces. Despite this cry, nothing could be seen on the statue’s blank face. She hit the ground with a thud. Aphrodite lifted up the statue and placed it into the bed, tucking it in with a maternal hand but making sure the bump in the back wasn’t activated.

“You could have just asked nicely, but no. You made a massive mess out of my house just to provoke me. Well, consider me provoked. Enjoy doing nothing in bed for a while. But I’ll make this very clear.” Aphrodite leaned over the face that was frozen in surprise. “Next time, just ask, Andrea. Relationships stand and fall with communication. Don’t you ever go quiet on me.”

Aphrodite waited for a response, then laughed at the irony of asking a statue to respond. “Sleep tight, dear.” She kissed the statue on the cheek. “Never. Again.”
Aphrodite tenderly touched the cold cheek for a moment before turning around.
“Now, let’s see how the clean up crew is doing.”