Pink Candy Addiction 6 - TG Caption
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It was more of the same after that. Riley kept changing which left her mostly lying in bed feeling lethargic. Thankfully, Layla and her ever present assistant Cindy were there to help. They always seemed so eager,, a bit too eager really. They cleaned her strange, pink, shifting form, massaged her, and continued to ‘sample’ her as they did so. At some point, Riley noticed that Layla quit correcting her submissive little helper whenever she referred to them as priestess and goddess. It didn’t bother Riley one bit. It was what she, and by extension Layla, deserved. She would be worshiped and Layla, as her first and most loyal, should be treated with respect. Riley never noticed how alien these thoughts were.
One morning, there was a change. The door to Riley’s room opened, and a man she didn’t recognize stood there looking confused. He bore a striking resemblance to Cindy, and Riley wondered if he might be a relative. Whoever he was, it could prove troublesome if they were discovered too soon. They weren’t ready to be exposed, not yet. Thankfully, her mystery visitor walked further into the room, and when he got a clearer look at her prone form, he gasped and took a deep breath, exactly what Riley wanted.
“Who are…are…mmmm. What is...that?” The man shook his head, breathing deeper. “What is that smell?”
“Hmm, I don’t know. What do you think it is?” Riley watched as a pink shimmer began to glisten in the man’s eyes, like they reflected a light only he could see.
“Smells like… like candy and…,” the man blushed, “and sex.” He was practically panting at this point, drawing more and more breath in a vain attempt to taste the air.
“Do you like it?” The visitor nodded his head yes. “Do you want more?” Yes again. She held out her hand and the man walked over to her. As he approached, Riley gestured for him to stop and pointed downward. His seemed confused for a moment before he finally knelt before his goddess, as was proper. Riley used her fingers to annoint him, smearing pink liquid across his lips and under his nose. The man's tongue darted out instinctively, tasting her once, then again and again, repeating the action until his lips were clear. He stared up at her, hungry.
In the meantime, Cindy walked into the room looking alarmed, then confused. “Bryan? What are you doing here?”
“Do you know this man?”
“Yes, goddess. He’s my brother, but he shouldn’t be back for another two weeks.”
“No matter. He’ll be joining us now. Come over and help position him for proper worship.”
Cindy approached and maneuvered the man, her brother apparently, to a position on the bed, kneeling between his goddess's outstretched legs, which spread widely.
“Cindy? Whass happennninng?” Bryan slurred.
“Something wonderful!” Cindy answered before pushing her brother's head, gently but firmly, down into Riley’s wet, waiting crotch. The new supplicant began to lick, tentatively at first, making cute little ‘mmm’ sounds before letting go of his inhibitions and lapping with abandon.
“That was quick,” Riley observed distantly as she lay back again, enjoying the attention. This went on for some time as Cindy knelt in the background, waiting for the next command from her goddess. Eventually Riley shifted, causing the man to raise his head in question. She gasped as she saw his face, a face that appeared much different than it had only moments ago. She didn’t know this would happen, but once again, it felt right. His face was no longer something one could call ‘manly’, she thought, even as his jaw and nose shrank and narrowed before her, his lips plumping out pleasantly. ‘He’ was looking decidedly, like a ‘she’.
“Call Layla,” she commanded Cindy. “We're moving to the next phase.”
Cindy’s eyes widened, and she asked, “Goddess?”
The being that still sometimes thought of itself as Riley smiled. “It's time this Goddess had her own church.”
