Rachael’s Ascension: Director’s Cut - Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9: SHOWDOWN

Blocks away, Caley’s stunning eyes inspected Mr. Matthews’s body. She was fairly certain he was bigger than when she had pushed through his front door. Her über-perfect six-foot body had allowed her to look him straight in the eye at the door, but he was clearly over six-feet now. She was certain that his feet had only reached the end of the bed before, but now they dangled over the edge by a couple of inches. As her gaze roamed up his body, she tried to remember if he had looked so muscular, his body so sculpted before they had sex. The man had always been good-looking, but even in her nightly fantasies, he had never appeared quite this chiseled.

Caley’s musing was suddenly interrupted by a startling boom as it echoed across the city.

‘I wonder what that—’ she thought to herself when suddenly the glass doors of the bedroom balcony shattered inward with a tinkling spray of glittering projectiles.

“I knew you’d be here!” Amanda exclaimed, hovering naked above the balcony with her fists on her hips, her features hard in a reproachful expression as she stared at the cowering girl before her.

Caley’s arm was raised over her face in a protective gesture, shielding her magnificent visage from the jagged shower of glass. As she heard Amanda speak, however, her arm began to slowly descend. Caley’s eyes widened as she saw the golden goddess floating into the room. Her skin belatedly tingled as the terrifyingly gorgeous woman’s voice washed over it. The woman’s words were a deliciously orchestrated symphony of desire that filled Caley’s suddenly quivering form with indescribable need.

Riveted to this new reimaging of Amanda, Caley’s eyes trembled, almost unable to withstand the intensely radiant sight of her, but completely unable to look away. Her every thought, her every feeling, her every cell was drawn to the divine creature like a moth to a shockingly brilliant bonfire.

Caley had become the Angel of Sex, but before her stood an actual Goddess, well over six feet, her divine curves crackling with erotic power. If Caley were a twinkling star, Amanda was a supernova of beauty, an explosion of incandescent sensuality, the resplendence of her perfection a palpable force that seemed to invade every corner of the room with mind-boggling authority.

Amanda’s face was so heavenly, so utterly glorious, that a choir of angels seemed to hum quietly within the goddess-lit corners of Caley’s mind as she gazed upon it. Her friend’s impossibly divine breasts effortlessly commanded the eye, proud and firm as they dominated her nubile torso. Amanda took a breath, expanding the perfect spheres to yet another level of both size and succulence.

Caley swallowed involuntarily in spite of the fact that her mouth was as dry as the desert. Her scaly tongue emerged to travel the length of her lower lip as her body remained taut in rapt adoration.

The span of Amanda’s sleekly muscled arms made Caley’s heart ache with longing. She shivered as she imagined those arms closing over her sexy body, her friend’s breasts crushing into her own. The elegant inward arc of the blonde goddess’ lats flowed into an insanely tiny waist, the undulating length of her lower abdomen embossed with chiseled abs that seemed to proudly proclaim the superhuman strength and power she now possessed. Amanda’s hips were the epitome of feminine fertility, her legs endless acres of tanned, sinuous perfection. Caley imagined the shapely length of the other girl’s legs slithering over hers, the girl’s hips torturing her with their tantalizing proximity to her own.

Caley’s breath caught, her body responding to the effortless seduction of Amanda’s exquisite curves.

As the awestruck girl took in the magnitude of Amanda’s newfound perfection, her visual exploration alone triggered the single strongest orgasm in the already impressive annals of Caley’s rapidly proliferating sex life. Squeezing her eyes slightly open as the intense pleasure hit her in mind-blowingly intense waves, she couldn’t help but try to absorb the sight of the rest of Amanda’s divine body, thrills fluttering her shuddering heart as she attempted to comprehend the full glory of the superwoman before her.

Amanda was beauty made flesh. Desire personified. Amanda was the incarnation of sex magnified and elevated to the level of the sublime. She redefined Caley’s very concept of attraction, filling her with desperate, aching need.

Caley stumbled toward Amanda, consumed by the girl’s feline magnetism, quivering in rapture at the mere sight of this living sex goddess. Caley reached out, placing the tip of her finger on Amanda’s excruciatingly perfect breast, and the world exploded in a dazzling kaleidoscope of clenching, clutching ecstasy.

The still-floating goddess wrapped her little angel in her willowy arms, pulling the gorgeous girl’s body tightly to her awe-inspiring curves before speaking again. Her velvet voice transformed the words into a lush, hypnotic river of comforting, yet intensely erotic, whispers. “Shhh. It’s okay, Cay. I’ll take care of you.”

Lost in a haze of desire, her body spasming with orgasmic pleasure, Caley went limp in Amanda’s impossibly strong arms.

***

Well, stopping Caley had turned out to be kind of an anti-climax, Amanda thought as she smiled down upon the twitching visage of the beautiful girl.

It left the young goddess of desire pondering how to proceed. She was far too powerful to be around her friends.

That was not fun.

She wanted to laugh with her besties. She wanted to share her delight with them. She wanted to kiss the clever, clever boy who had completely transformed the shy little girl she had been into the overwhelming force of nature she had become. To do that she’d have to get control of her radiant appeal. But how?

Chad’s potion, the cause of all the craziness she’d gone through today. But what if it were also the solution! What if she were to take the rest of the more-Caley-than-Caley potion? Would it give her the control she needed?

Or would it make things even worse?

It might be a colossal mistake, but even her mistakes had been pretty awesome lately. Besides, what did she have to lose?

Amanda set her jaw as she came to the conclusion that she would give it a try. However, she thought back to Caley’s reaction. And that girl had been on the verge of being superhuman herself. She didn’t want to melt any of the other students’ brains to mush with the sight of her unchecked glory. She would need someone to go in and get it for her.

Amanda knelt next to Caley, touching her lightly on the shoulder with a perfectly manicured fingernail. Caley began to squirm, writhing in a half-conscious fit of desire, but she didn’t wake. She was totally out. Likely for hours.

That pretty much left Rachael as the only person on the planet she could interact with without putting them in a lust coma. Maybe.

Amanda flew to the edge of the school grounds, descending into the bushes to hide. Rustling within the prickly leaves, she smiled at the incongruity of it all. Here she was, divinely beautiful, yet skulking in the shrubbery like an ashamed runaway.

Amanda mentally shrugged. She needed to do what she needed to do. So she whispered, only to Rachael, her dulcet voice carried to her friends ears by the warm, wayward slither of the afternoon breeze. “Bring it to me.”

Though the instruction seemed cryptic, she had infused the words with images. When her whisper reached Rachael’s ears, she knew her friend would understand. And obey.

Inside the school, Rachael’s body suddenly went taut, jerking as if someone had pinched her. She’d been roaming the halls, checking to see if anyone else had been on campus or had gotten hurt when Amanda had blasted through the roof. Chad had gone to the gym to take what he’d described as “about a million cold showers.”

Rachael felt images flood into her mind, a whisper in her ear. She suddenly knew what she had to do. She had to find the rest of the potion. It was needed.

Someone needed it.

She didn’t seem to have a choice in the matter. The feeling was a strange compulsion. She didn’t know why she had to do it, but she knew that she did.

Rachael re-entered the lab, her eyes scanning the room, searching for the locker in which Chad had placed the bottle. Everything in the room had spun around, but she was determined. She had to find it. It was needed.

The ginger-haired girl’s heart leapt as she spotted it. There! She ran to the locker, flung it open, and extracted the bottle of shimmering liquid. She held it up to the light—almost a full liter of the potion.

Rachael stared at it, her eyes rising, then falling over the sloshing liquid. I should take it myself. Drink it all. Then Amanda would love me like I love Her. Rachael’s free hand flew to her chest, startled at that thought. Did she love Amanda?

A tremor quivered Rachael’s lips as she realized that she knew the answer.

She did.

When the fuck had that happened?

While unexpected, the realization warmed her. Her love contained a glimmer of romantic attraction, but it was built far more of sisterly compassion than sexual desire. As she thought back to Caley’s sensual curves, however, Rachael quivered, remembering how the sight of the girl had made her feel.

Ten times Caley’s level, Rachael thought, remembering Chad’s estimate of Amanda’s potential attractiveness as she had taken the potion. She swallowed nervously, feeling her stomach twist itself into knots. She had always admired the female form, feeling an attraction to it that she had never felt for that of a boy. Deep down, she had always desired softness and silk, not roughness and strength.

Not that Amanda wasn’t stronger than any boy now, judging by the hole she’d put in the school.

But despite the aesthetic appeal of the fairer sex, her feelings for Amanda were not based in attraction so much as a familial sense of comraderie. Amanda was a good, caring person. She was such a good match for Chad. She should love her friend like family.

Still, Rachael could be Amanda’s equal. Her sister, able to have anyone she really did desire. The young redhead unscrewed the cap and lifted the jug to her lips. As she began to tilt the bottom of the bottle upward, however, she suddenly stopped.

She should give it all to Amanda. It was needed.

It was Amanda who had asked her to retrieve it! Rachael finally realized. She could please Amanda by giving it to her. The thought of pleasing Amanda sent Rachael into another gasping fit of intense pleasure, nearly causing her to drop the plastic bottle.

Rachael curled her fingers around the plastic container, setting it on the floor as she placed her hands on her knees and panted from the experience. Damn, she thought with a wry smile. Maybe she should consider a liaison of a more sensual nature with her friend, after all!

A soft chuckle emerging from her parted lips, Rachael shook away the thought. She would bring the potion back to Amanda. She knew from the inexplicable feelings inside her that her friend needed it. Somehow, she even knew where Amanda was!

Rachael retrieved the bottle, a sense of increasing pleasure guiding Rachael to Amanda’s location, promising a reward of ecstasy when she arrived.

As Rachael’s winding path took her out the door into the school’s courtyard, she walked toward the bushes that lined its edges. Amanda emerged with a sputter of leaves from her divine lips, strolling out of the shrubbery like Eve stepping out of the Garden of Eden.

Rachael gasped, seeing Amanda’s hyper-sexy goddess-inspired form for the first time.

Emotions rumbled within her, more powerful than any she had ever before felt. Her body quaked before Amanda’s golden presence, her eyes narrowing to slits as she squinted as if looking at the sun.

Still, Rachael continued forward, her arm rising to combat the glowing radiance that seemed to surround her friend. She had to get the potion to Amanda. It was needed.

The tendons in Rachael’s neck grew pronounced as she neared the goddess-like girl, straining against the feelings in her own body, the precarious wobble of her jelly-like knees. But she had to do it. She needed to deliver the final ingredient of Amanda’s destiny.

Amanda took the soda bottle from Rachael’s hand with a warm, approving smile, then tipped it back, guzzling the shimmering blue liquid with reckless abandon, not even bothering with the few droplets that ran down her chin to splash on her succulent breasts. She loudly swallowed gulp after gulp from a batch so strong that one sip had transformed her into a physically limitless superwoman whose powers and beauty could easily be called ‘godlike’. Amanda’s hyper-perfect body was a showcase of abilities that should have taken hundreds of millions of years to evolve naturally. What she was drinking now would be more than enough to transcend every limit and shatter every boundary on her way to becoming the ultimate realization of humanity’s potential.

Amanda began to tremble in anticipation. What was left? What doorways of evolutionary potential would the potion unlock for her now? Would she be able to control what she would become? Would it control her?

She could only hope it was the former.

“Almighty…” Amanda whispered breathily, her new goal finally crystalizing into a single word.

Then, it struck.

A powerful eruption of pleasure detonated within her curvaceous flesh, its strength beyond anything any woman had felt in the history of the human race. Her voluptuous lips parted, an orgasmic cry exploding from her lungs, washing over the neighborhood like a tsunami. Amanda’s consciousness rippled outward, encompassing everything around her in a dizzying vortex of consciousness even as her physical beauty swelled beyond the furthest limits of wildest imagination.

The metamorphosis of the golden goddess unleashed a whirling hurricane of virility that rolled out from her luminescent body like the wake of a ship as it sailed toward infinity. The grass flattened in a giant wave before rising toward the sun taller and greener. The trees rustled and creaked as they grew taller and healthier, huge leaves expanding on their hardening branches.

Rachael was blown 50 feet away by the staggering force of Amanda’s ascending power, rolling to a stop near the outer wall of the school, where she lay unmoving. The shockwave billowed outward for miles. Even inanimate objects like cars and houses became cleaner, shinier, and newer. Everyone who heard the delighted cries of the teen goddess collapsed in trembling rapture at the sound of her never-ending joy.

Symphonies of sensuality rang out within her ascending form, each note driving her to become something more than had ever before been possible. Her mind spread out to encompass the school, then the town, then much of the entire hemisphere. It was as if the expansion of her very soul were accelerating, growing far faster than her body to take absolute sovereign authority over every atom in the fabric of reality for thousands of miles.

Another wave of orgasmic pleasure swept through Amanda and suddenly the entire Earth was held within her awareness like an infinitely detailed globe sitting in her divine lap.

To every tiny being living on that globe, Amanda had just become God.

Still she grew, spreading out to taste other planets. She could feel the intense heat of the sun licking at her voluptuous form as her body devoured it, making its energy part of her ever more powerful form. Her cells absorbed the last of the potion in a final flare of transcendent ecstasy, giving her total dominion over the interwoven destinies of every particle in the entire solar system. Her thoughts tore through the fabric of space, expanding into the world of quantum possibility, feeling not only everything that was but everything that could have been falling under the thrall of her mesmeric mind.

Amanda had become the living Gaia-spirit of all the worlds circling the Sun. And not just the worlds. She also commanded every moon, every pebble, every speck of dust. Every element of every incarnation of this portion of the universe. The vast, rumbling, nuclear fires of the Sun itself were now just a warm and delicious part of her grand awareness. Amanda Almighty held the sum of humanity’s every possible past, present, and future in her delicate, innocent grasp.

A being of cosmic proportions now, Amanda looked up at the radiance of the Milky Way surrounding her and was reminded that as incomprehensibly powerful as she had become, she was but a tiny flicking mote before the infinite vastness of all creation. A mote that still really did just want to live the life of a teenage highschool girl.

Amanda smiled, amused by the thought of her physics teacher’s limited understanding of the phenomena that were now part of her domain. She wondered how he would react if she told him how the many possible universes were truly bound together.

She shook her transcendent head, feeling giddy at the thought of returning to her highschool existence, of becoming again what she had been, despite the unthinkable power at her command. The thought was appealing in its own way. It was certainly within her ability to return to her former self, though perhaps she would make a few improvements.

The crackling vortex of limitless energy surrounding Amanda subsided as she willed it to be so, returning her focus to her physical body. With an effortless twirl of her slender finger, she reigned in the blazing transformative force of her own splendor, sucking it into herself with a satisfied smile.

The newly divine girl yelped in joy at having found the control she’d been hoping for, almighty godhood being just a cozy side-effect. The sound of her own voice caused a brief wave of rapture to flare from her physical form as she momentarily lost control again, sending another tangible surge of primal beauty washing across her immediate surroundings, the school grounds becoming suddenly lusher than the healthiest of rainforests.

Oops! She thought. I’ll have to watch that. I might have gotten just a bit too powerful for this cute little world to handle. She giggled in delight, taking care not to rewrite reality with every stray thought. But she was planning on making some changes to the people and places she knew best.

Amanda dispersed her Almighty Form, reducing her proportions back to the merely ‘sexy superhero’ level she’d reached after her first sip of the potion. Then, for fun, she gave herself a sensual grace that would magnify her physical charms to the point where she was the most desirable woman to ever walk the face of the Earth. She bestowed upon herself all the comic book superpowers she could think of, knowing Chad’s inner geek would totally get off on that part, her perfect recollection of his every movement and facial expression in her presence giving her absolute knowledge of what pleased him, even when she chose to respect his privacy by not reading his actual thoughts.

She smiled as she thought of his reaction when she showed him the full extent of even her self-limited abilities, excited to see it actually happen. She was happy to do it, and not only for his benefit. Flying was so much fun!

Then there were the more recent concerns. Amanda curled a delectable index finger over her staggeringly well-formed hip, and Rachael was instantly healed. She curled her pinky and across town, the sleeping Caley’s overwhelming beauty diminished back to the level of her first major transformation, roughly on par with her own beauty now. Maybe the tiniest bit less. She was The goddess, after all. So some guys might still be able to resist us, Amanda thought with a mischievous sparkle in her breathtaking eyes. Now to do something about Lexi and her nasty little circle of mean girls…

Yes. Things were going to work out after all. She really did make the best mistakes!