Deciding to make herself look a bit more like a goddess, Lana conjured up a full-length mirror in her family’s foyer and stood before it, her old clothes disintegrating off her body. She was already very happy with the way she looked, so she merely gave herself relatively minor enhancements -- shinier and longer blonde hair, skin that was evenly tanned and smooth, higher cheekbones and plumper lips.
A minidress formed around her, hugging every curve, sequins popping into existence to create a dazzling rainbow-colored display. On her feet were clear platform heels, not made from plastic but instead formed from crystal in a way impossible without magic. Sparkling diamond jewelry appeared around her neck and wrists and dangled from her ears -- and then, with one final thought, a diamond-shaped cutout appeared in the front of her dress revealing a diamond pendant dangling from the pierced navel in the middle of her taut stomach.
She stepped out the front door of her house, determined to begin changing the world.
A jogger passing by on the sidewalk noticed Lana and promptly tripped.
Lana rushed over to help her up. The jogger appeared to be in her late 30s, a bit thick around the middle, wearing a gray sweatshirt, navy blue yoga pants, and white sneakers, her shoulder-length brown hair tied into a ponytail.
“Oh, thank you,” said the jogger. Her hair was already lengthening as the rubber band that created the ponytail disappeared. She couldn’t take her eyes off Lana as she stood on the lawn.
“I’m Lana, and you’re...”
“Ingrid,” the jogger finished.
“Hmm,” said Lana. “Since you’re my first, you should have a sexier name -- Bambi.”
“Okaaaay,” said the jogger questioningly, still thinking of herself as Ingrid for the moment, even though all the evidence in the world, from her birth certificate to her driver’s license to her husband’s memories, suggested that her name was Bambi.
“Obviously, if you’re going to be jogging, you should be dressed a little better,” Lana suggested. With that, the sweatshirt and pants began to shrink and change color and material. Within seconds, Bambi was wearing a fuchsia-colored skimpy spandex sports bra and matching short shorts, a bit confused about why she was showing off her lack of cleavage, chubby stomach, lumpy thighs, and legs that she hadn’t even bothered to shave.
Lana waved towards Bambi and said, “I can fix some of that by making you look 20 again.” About 2 decades and about 30 pounds melted away, leaving Bambi with the firm, toned body she’d had in college.
“Yes, that’s a good age,” Lana said to herself, and then told Bambi, “You won’t get any older, of course. By the way, your hair looks great.”
“Uh, thanks,” said Bambi. She ran a hand through her thick, wavy locks, which felt unusually silky and seemed to stretch nearly to her buttocks, much longer than it had ever been before.
“It’ll always look great,” explained Lana. “Feel free to have it styled, but if you cut it, it’ll grow back within seconds. And allow me to do that for your fingernails, too.”
“What?” Bambi looked down at her hands to see that her nails, which she normally kept short, were literally growing before her eyes, stopping when they were about an inch and a half long, with the rounded white tips of an expensive manicure.
“Those will look very good giving a hand job,” Lana said.
That briefly sounded odd to Bambi, but then she remembered that, yes, she loved the feel of a cock in her hands.
“You do have a pretty face, although your lips are a little thin, so let me give you some real cocksuckers,” said Lana. Bambi’s lips suddenly puffed up into fluffy pink pillows. Lana continued, “As long as you don’t have to worry about your hair or nails, I should do the same for your makeup.”
Thick, colorful makeup faded into existence onto Bambi’s formerly plain face, her eyelashes thickening with mascara, her eyelids painted with several colors, her cheeks darkly rouged, her lips colored to match her outfit.
“There, it’s permanent so it won’t wash off, sweat off, or anything like that.”
Bambi experimentally licked her enlarged lips, forever fuchsia and glossy.
“Ah, I just had another idea,” said Lana. Bambi’s tongue stuck out further, and then further and further, as she looked down at it with crossed eyes. By the time it stopped, it was long enough to droop down to rest on her chest.
“For some extra oral stimulation,” suggested Lana. “It should be feeling natural to you now.”
Yes, Bambi realized as she retracted the organ into her mouth and down her throat, she’d always had a tongue like this. She had fun eating with it as a kid, but when she got older, she discovered the real fun of using it for blow jobs. And, better yet, for eating women out. Wait, she’d never eaten a woman out, she’d never even -- no, she was bisexual, why wouldn’t she be? Why wouldn’t you want to have sex with the entire world’s population, instead of just half?
“I’d say we can call your new figure the pièce de resistance,” said Lana.
Bambi’s small breasts started to swell, almost as if they were water balloons being filled from a tap. The spandex material of her top began to do what it was designed to do, and stretch, then stretch some more. Simultaneously, her hips and ass were enlarging at a somewhat slower rate, with her waist shrinking. By the time her tits stopped growing -- and they could now really only be called “tits” -- they were the size of overinflated soccer balls, sticking out almost a foot from her chest. Her waist was almost impossibly thin, and below that her body flared out into a beautifully curved section. She now had the shape of a top-heavy hourglass, if such a thing was possible.
“Oh, and can I see your pussy for a sec?” asked Lana, almost offhandedly.
Such questions from a goddess will always be answered in the affirmative. Bambi pulled down her shorts, revealing her pink folds, noting to herself that the outside air felt good. Lana, though, was more concerned with the triangle of curly brown hair that was revealed.
“Ah, I should permanently eliminate your body hair,” said Lana, and no sooner had she said that than the hair appeared to be sucked into Bambi’s skin, leaving behind a smooth pubic mound. “I’ll also have to make things a little more elastic, since I’m planning on making cocks a lot bigger -- and, let’s see, how about some permanent arousal, a better smell and taste, and higher sensitivity?”
Bambi’s nether lips instantly darkened with additional blood flow and became as glossy as the lips on her face, well-coated with the sheen of the fluid that she now produced all the time. A bit confused by the new sensation between her thighs, Bambi experimentally reached down -- and, upon brushing her clit with a fingernail, she shuddered and her eyes rolled back into her head. “Ohhh!” she gasped in orgasm, then clapped a hand to her mouth, a hand that she’d squirted onto. She could smell a sweetness that was new to her; she experimentally licked with the tip of her tongue and found it tasted as good as it smelled.
She started to reach back down, but Lana said, “You should wait so you can share yourself with some other people as you continue your jog.”
That’s right, she was in the middle of a jog. Bambi had almost forgotten.
“Not that you need to jog, since you won’t gain weight no matter what you eat or drink, or how much cum you swallow,” Lana pointed out, “but you like how aroused it makes you. Not just between your legs, but your nipples are super-sensitive, too. So you do make a lot of stops for sex while you’re jogging, although you’re always ready for your husband when you get home, too.”
Well, duh -- Bambi didn’t want to say anything, but it seemed like Lana was just stating the obvious.
“One more thing,” said Lana. Bambi felt herself going up on tiptoes. On her feet, she now had fuchsia-colored high-heeled sneakers, although she couldn’t see due to her tits.
“Bambi, you’re free to go.”
Bambi found herself not only able but compelled to turn away from Lana and jog down the sidewalk, continuing her route. The high heels felt perfectly comfortable; she wore high-heeled shoes 24/7, since going barefoot or wearing flats or even shoes with a low heel was extremely painful.
Lana watched Bambi’s enlarged ass swing back and forth, as well as her tits, quite visible on either side of her torso. Her long brown hair shone in the sun as it bounced up and down with her movements.
Inspiration struck, and on Bambi’s lower back there appeared a tattoo of a script “L” surrounded by a curlicue pattern. The mark of a goddess -- albeit partially hidden by Bambi’s hair -- and Lana resolved to make it her hallmark, on any and all women she transformed.
Speaking of that, Lana realized she should make a decision. It had certainly been pleasurable to individually remake the plain-looking Ingrid into Bambi, a walking wet dream -- or perhaps “jogging wet dream” might be more accurate. However, transforming people one by one would take a long time. While she did literally have all the time in the world at her fingertips, she was still human enough to be somewhat impatient. She thought about finding someplace where it would be fun to transform a large number of people simultaneously -- and the first location that came to mind was her old high school nearby, where her brother Landon was currently a student.
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