She summoned her High Priest. Bartholomew appeared, the three foot erection she had rewarded him with preceding the way. "Tell me, my subject, what is it that 'girls of my age' do?"
"They... go to school, my Mistress."
"This 'School,' does sex occur?"
"Yes. It is a time of development and discovery."
The Goddess smiled, "Virgins. I shall go to this 'school' and lay the foundations of my new empire."
"My Lord Mistress, forgive my insolence but may I suggest an alteration of your form if you are to venture forth. I recommend clothing."
She surveyed herself, displeased at the thought of lowering herself further to the disgusting level of "Human" but it had to be done in the name of disguise. Deception was one of her cardinal virtues, the mere thought of passing by unnoticed by mortals would feed her desire, however offset it was by the urge to reveal herself, revel in the pride of it and dominate them like the cattle they were. All things in good time. For now, she morphed away the talons, the tail, and the wings, trimmed her fangs, and shrank herself to a do-able almost seven feet high from almost nine. Peering into the Priest's mind she found, among a legion of petty mortal concerns that she trifled herself not with--the hell was a tax code anyway?--what local schoolgirls were expected to wear, a white blouse and skirt and formed it over herself, the bust constricted as tight as possible around her F cups, the skirt strategically angled to hint at her rear and front at the slightest movement or wind. She concentrated hard to stop the dribble of fluids from between her legs that had puddled around her feet and equally so on keeping her teats from ruining her magically woven clothing. It was so difficult to compress her infinite hunger into this tiny frame. She would need to feed and grow or the limitations would drive her insane. Simply walking was near orgasmic.
She crossed the temple and ascended the spiraling marble staircase to emerge in a dingy basement. The house above was average in every way, a perfect nuclear family lived here, totally ignorant to the woman who had just appeared from their under-house. They went to school, mowed the lawn, paid bills. They weren't real, illusory projections to keep the truth of the temple a secret. The house itself didn't even exist, and if it were to disappear overnight, no one would remember it or question the sudden vacant lot. It was simply easier in the rare instances where they had to go into the outside world for her worshipers to appear to enter and exist a house than fade into thin air in a dirt patch.
She walked down what she discovered by probing the passers by was called a sidewalk towards the school, smiling as several men, and a few women, were mesmerized by the motion of her perfect ass peeking out from under the skirt, teasing glimpses of her vagina as she stepped. These adults would satisfy her needs for certain but she'd made her mind up, she would visit the school and that was that.
She reached it, students and staff walking around campus, tight clothing, and the scent of nubile purity waiting to be corrupted wafted in the air. This would be a good feeding ground.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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