Cowering in the shadow of Sara's immense, beautiful girlbulge, a literal mountain compared to your pathetic size, you become fully aware of just how powerful your goddesses are. The fine silk threads of Sara's panties are wider than you are tall; you can see gaps in the stretching, straining fabric that would have been invisible back when you were still a person. Sara's girldick would have dwarfed yours even then; at this size, every tiny throb and involuntary pulse shakes your entire world. Sara groans a little overhead, fondling it with her hand and making it grow even bigger, stretching the already straining fabric more.
"Mmmmmmm," she moans, "I wonder if I'll be able to feel those big fat titties against my dick. Look at how badly she wants it to worship her, speck--look how hard she is. Do you want to worship Goddess Sara's pretty girldick, slave?"
Flushed and wide-eyed, you nod quickly; no desire you have ever felt is so strong. Nicky coos as she lifts her finger higher, and Sara pulls back the waistband of her panties. "It's gonna be soooooo tight in there, speck," Nicky says. "But if it does a good job, she might not make it a stain." You stare down across the cliff-face of Nicky's index finger, down at Sara's wide-open panties under you, a vast and impossible canyon, her thick, throbbing girldick waiting for her slave to worship her. The finger tips, and you plummet downward, so light that you're practically lifted in the air but nevertheless still drifting downward, past the bottom of Sara's perfect flat stomach, past the bottomless pit of her belly button, past the forest of her bush until you land, so gently, on one vein of her immense girldick.
You immediately feel her gasp, feel a throb in the rushing blood beneath you. "I-It's so tiny!" Sara booms, giggling a little. "Gosh, it's like... it's so light, like less than being brushed with a feather."
"You hear that, toy?" Nicky bellows. "You need to put that little body to work to please Goddess Sara, or else." And the panties, all at once, slam shut, the fabric snapping overhead with a loud bang as a single thread presses you harder and harder into Sara's firm flesh.
You have no choice, of course; even if you could disobey your goddesses, your survival seems to depend on your hard work. So you wrap your legs around as much of Sara's colossal dick as you can, pressing your new cute breasts into her skin and thrusting up and down. You can barely move, of course, but you're also so pathetically small that the difference between a full thrust and barely moving hardly registers.
"Mmmmm, make me feel you," Sara commands, and immediately you feel a heightened sensitivity pulse through your body. You're almost twitching involuntarily, so unbelievably turned on that you feel like you're going to explode--and you do, mere seconds into your thrusts, staining your underwear with your orgasm. Sara, at last, seems to feel you, crying out with a moan as you rub your new, beautiful body against her immense dick. Soon you feel her thumb at your back, massive and imposing, pressing you harder into her, which only spurs you onward. Sara no longer feels like a goddess to you; She feels like more than a goddess. She feels like a being who would devour gods like air. You thrust and hump and lick and worship Her, feeling Her cries of increasing pleasure in your bones as you service your omnipotent trans owner.
"Oh wow," Nicky's voice echoes through your haze of worship, "I think I want in on that, too..."
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