The final four stories of a goddess’s slow descent into submission and depravity.
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The final four stories of a goddess’s slow descent into submission and depravity.
I’m Aphrodite. Yes, that Aphrodite. I had a plan to escape a destiny proscribed to me by The Fates.
They told me Wes–an apathetic do-nothing loser–would end up owning me. Oh no!
Naturally, I drowned him in fertile, nubile, hyper-gorgeous trim to distract him. If he’s so busy banging that he never even looks in my direction, I’m safe, right? So, I transformed his girlfriend, and her sister, and her best friend, and then the entire female population, and then a goddess or two or three…
And I think it might have gotten out of hand?
Every time I engineer another beauty to worship him, every time I make them more perfect and pliant and obsessed, I feel it too. The lust I’m channeling? It’s rewiring me from the inside out. I keep giving more and more power over lust and love to his girlfriend Vanessa, who is basically a goddess of seduction in her own right, and who keeps insisting Wes deserves more. And more. And more…
I keep telling myself I’m just being strategic when I imagine new ways to worship him. That I’m only getting breathless and desperate because it’s all part of my clever plan to avoid submission. That when I fantasize about calling him Sir while his harem-wives nurse his member, I’m not wishing I was right there besides him. I know he can make goddesses brainless, hot, obedient, and worshipful—look at what happened to Hecate. He’s going to do the same to Artemis, and Apollina, and Hera, and me…
…oh, wow. He could transform me too! He’s so dreamy and powerful. I can’t wait to be on my knees for him just like he deserves…
WARNING: This story contains scenes of INTENSE kink and bimbofication, mind control, lactation erotica, and the delicious humiliation of several self-righteous feminists.
