Reroll

I don't actually need to be here… but I do like watching the healings, it makes me feel better about all this.  I have an Alice working the line, backed by a small Library for all the Life talents she might need, plus a few Alteration talents and suitable instructions in case of more trans folks… and it seems I underestimated the number of people willing to be made into toys.

Seriously, it's like every tenth person today is some medical male who wants womanhood.  I can supply that, so it's no big deal, but still.  I manage those personally from an invisible body, making each one a unique wet dream with a body straight out of an adult anime.

And I kind of backed myself into a corner, hormonally, helping Marty become Mary.  Each one brings a friend with a camera, strips down, and declares their desire to be female, prostrating themselves before the goddess.  And then I turn them into… well, living adult fetish dolls… while their friend records it.  Sometimes they do pairs, with each recording for the other.

Is it any wonder that I get a bit hot under the collar?

I manage to hold off until the sixth… at which point, I whisper in each new woman's ear, “might I use you for my pleasure?”

And when the third such shouts, “Yes”, in response well… that's consent, right?  Nothing happened with the ones that said “no”, and she saw that, so there's clearly no threat involved….

I make sure to have my painting hits this body with Autumnal Embrace, and then? I bang a beautiful babe of my own warped design.  I grab her in my arms, lift her up against a wall, and although the body I'm in is female… I can at least give myself a male member easily now.  I keep myself fully invisible… but I do allow my partner to hear and feel me.  So she feels my hands as they press into her now soft and generous rear, my orbs as they mush into her brand new beachballs, my sack as it slaps against her lower cheeks with each thrust, my tongue as it invades her now very feminine mouth, my lips when I switch to sucking on her new taps, my rod as it pistons in and out of her bakery, and my baby batter when I tense and coat her insides.  I keep going, of course; why not grant myself that apparently rare quirk I had when I was still mortal? And it's only fair to keep going until the girl gets hers as well… it takes a lot longer than it did with my sisters (this new girl isn't part of my Myth), but I do get her calling out to me in earnest and shaking around me.  It's nice.

I then whisper a quiet, “thank you,” in her ear, and… well, she made me feel good, shared herself with me… I may as well help her out… I add a few minor boosts to her form… nothing visible, just some damage reduction, fast healing, the ability to regrow damaged body parts, a lack of a need for air, a bonus on Diplomacy and Perform, a few other useful odds and ends.  Might as well be nice, you know?

That gate broken, I ask the same of everyone who volunteers to be made into a toy… and get answers of, “yes,” far more often than I expected… and I give them all the same package after. It's a great day.

Later, once the healings are done, I suppress the Alice and crew and leave them there, along with some Alteration library members so they can keep it up when I'm not around.

Then I go looking for videos… yes, J5 news did put the full thing under their extreme folder… huh.  Weird view.  The camera can see her quite clearly, but not me… well, except by the impression I leave on her where I'm pressing into her body… it's kind of that adult comic effect where they draw the woman fully open, and just… skip drawing the man… but a real video.  Ooh, and parts of the shadow body that separate apparently become visible after a little while… so my sterile baby batter spills out of her tunnel at the end.  Weird.

It seems that not everyone’s friends and family are happy with their choices, though. I find one news clip interviewing one of the women who agreed:

It opens with a female news reporter sitting in a studio with a few comfy chairs, “So we have here one of the women who was touched by the goddess… a LOT.  Say hello to Allaya, everyone!”

Her chest precedes her on camera by a good two feet as she walks in, wrapped in a bathrobe.  Allaya waves and sits down.

The reporter gets down to business, “So, Allaya, I understand you had quite a religious experience?”

“You could say that again,” the newly minted woman laughs.

The reporter makes the obvious joke, “So, Allaya, I understand you had quite a religious experience?”

They run the laugh track, and Allaya answers a little more seriously, “Yes… I figured with the figures the goddess gives her supplicants, the figures in my checkbook would look nicer if I had her help me get into film.”

The reporter chuckles, “Let's take a look at what HE looked like before… your ID, please?”

Allaya holds up her old driver's license, and the camera zooms in on the picture: A blond guy with acne… at twenty-three.

The reporter continues, “Well, I for one figure you certainly look better.  But of course, that's not all that happened.”

Allaya grins from ear to ear, “No it was not.  After I already had what I was after, the goddess asked me a not so innocent question… and I said yes.” Allaya giggles, “and then she broke in my new plumbing. And let me tell you, she was DIVINE.”

They run the laugh track again, and Allaya continues, “when I got home, though, I found out the hard way she gave me a second gift.”

So the obvious question, “What do you mean, ‘the hard way’?”

Allaya chuckles, “Okay, so… turns out my roomie really didn't like the idea of trans folks.  Like, REALLY did not like the idea.  He shot me in the chest.”

The interviewer prods, “And how did that make you feel?”

And the interviewee answers… it's why she's on the show, after all, “Surprised to be alive.  It hurt; I'm clearly not invulnerable… but the bullet only left a red welt, which faded in less than a minute.  Wanna see?”

The woman asking questions grins, “Oh yes.  The security and insurance teams gave me a lot of grief over this, but… bring it in now, please.”

A security guard walks on camera, carrying a box.  He opens it, setting it on the desk, and walks away.  Allaya reaches in and pulls it out: A small caliber handgun, strapped in a holster.

The reporter asked a question, “So… is this the gun he used?”

“The very same,” Allaya smiles, “I took it from my now-ex roomie after I beat him into the groud for shooting me.  The goddess certainly did a lot of wonderful things to me, but despite it all, I'm not any weaker… and I barely felt it when my roomie tried to hit back… which kind of makes sense, what with me being bullet resistant now.”

“So… are you really gonna do it?”

Allaya doesn't respond verbally.  Instead, she removes the gun from the holster, checks to see if it's loaded, removes the trigger lock, flips off the safety, holds out her bare hand towards the ground, points the gun at her palm, and fires. There's a loud bag, her hand jumps back, and the camera shows a welt appear… and then fade out. Allaya then puts the safety back on, re-installs the trigger lock, and straps it right back up.

“Yes,” she concludes, “admittedly, that took some work up to do it the first time.  The goddess is apparently quite generous.”

“That's not the only gift she gave you,” the reporter comments.

Allaya raises an eyebrow, “Well yeah,” she slaps her new assets,, “She also gave me these.”

“This ones a lot more subtle… you're only taking a breath when you need to talk.”

Allaya pops her head back a bit at that, then holds her breath.

The video does a “Ten minutes later…” clock graphic, and the reporter goes, “Okay, this is boring. It's a good thing our studio audience is canned, am I right?”

Allaya just nods, smiling, as they roll the laugh track again.

The video does another “Ten minutes later…” clock graphic, and the reporter goes, “Well, that's all the time we have for today; thank you for visiting, Allaya, it was nice talking to you… and then not talking…” she turns to the camera, “Until next time….”

It does another, “Ten minutes later…” clock graphic, and shows the reporter tickling Allaya, who finally takes a breath to laugh.  Then it rolls credits.

I chuckle. I wonder how many people noticed? It's not very high profile stuff… well, until they get shot, or go through something that could drown them, or get a body part chopped off… hmm. They're going to have trouble getting their ears pierced. I wonder if the regrowth clause will cause issues for cuts and styling of their hair?  Eh, no matter.

Oh, and Guiness is probably going to have to rewrite the breath holding competition rules… it doesn't really make sense for people that don't actually need to breathe anymore.

Chuckling, I look for other news…..