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Ryan sat comfortably on his sofa, watching his flatmate, who had taken to calling themselves Ash after their transformation, chat to their new girlfriend. Ryan was pretty content with his life, but recently something had been nagging at him. Sure, Ash was the perfect flatmate in a way - everything he had loved about his wife, and his best friend Max, combined into one being. They had gotten over the awkwardness of the fact that the first thing Ash did when he was born was fuck Ryan, and had developed a firm friendship. It was pretty fun having his best canine friend Max now walk around and his hind legs, talk to him, crack jokes with him, and have all of the sensitivity and sweetness he had loved about Stephanie. But, recently, something had been bothering him.

It had happened as soon as Ash started dating Amelia. Ryan looked across at her - and he began to feel the bitter annoyance she generated in him whenever she was around. She was currently lecturing Ash on something she had been learning in her Women Studies course; Ryan had tuned out of the conversation a while ago, as he hated listening to her rant on about this or that. But one thing he hated more was the fact that Ash hung on to her every word, never breaking eye contact, completely submissive and wrapped around her little finger. Ryan wondered if this was due to the canine in him, or perhaps his wife's natural submissiveness? But it made Ryan's skin crawl. He would have understood slightly more if Ash was bending over backwards for someone like his wife, who had been a stunning blonde, with a radiant, eager smile, and full, voluptuous breasts that she was so very happy to reveal to her husband. But Ryan personally found this Amelia quite fat, and ugly. Sure, it looked like she had even bigger tits than his wife, but they were always hidden underneath layers of thick black clothing, and even if she did have full, tempting red lips, how could you be attracted to them when they were always being so condescending and rude?

At that point, Ryan tuned back into their conversation, and noticed Amelia was basically still lecturing Ash, but her topic had changed..

"Of course, I'll need your things to be packed away pretty neatly - as I will need the bedroom to be exactly the way I want it.. I have a lot of things I'll be bringing to make the bedroom mine, and I'm afraid there just won't be enough space for all of your things as well!"

Ryan gasped as he saw that Ash was just nodding obediently, was Amelia moving in? This was the first Ryan had heard of it..

"Um, excuse me," Ryan stammered, "what are you talking about? Are you planning on moving in?"

Amelia rolled her eyes and turned them on Ryan. "Were you not listening when a woman speaks again? Classic man, maybe if you paid attention you'd be up to speed." Ryan winced at the tone of her voice, but before he could reply, Amelia said: "Not that it's really any of your business, but yes, Ash has agreed to let me move in, I wasn't sure at first but I just don't think he can stand to be away from me any longer.." As she said this she reached out and patted Ash's furry head, and Ryan cringed.

"Well," Ryan semi-shouted, "I think you should have discussed this with me first, I mean -"

"Why?" Amelia butted in, sticking her chin out and meeting Ryan's gaze, her hand having moved to Ash's thigh, as if to keep him docile, "Should I have asked the big MAN for permission? It's Ash's decision, and if Ash wants to do whatever it takes to please me, well then, that is his choice.." She smiled at Ash and squeezed his thigh firmly with her clawed hand.

Ryan began to muster a response, but Amelia had already turned her attention away from him, and was talking in a much softer, more sultry voice to Ash, murmuring things about needing to go and freshen up and that she expected him to be waiting for her in the bedroom. Ryan thought that this would be his chance to talk some sense into Ash, but as soon as Amelia rose from the sofa, shooting a vicious look at Ryan, Ash immediately followed her, like he was under mind control or something. Ryan was left with his simmering resentment and anger at his current situation.

Really, he thought, this absolutely sucks! I mean, what next, am I going to get shoved out of my own home by Amelia, and Ash is just going to go along with it? And I don't think I'll be able to talk any sense into him, it's like she's got him under some spell! This just can't stand - I mean, it's bad enough I have to put up with Amelia being here, and basically losing my new best friend because he is always hanging out with her, but that just drives home the fact that I've lost my wife and no one remembers her at all! She wouldn't have stood for this either.. he thought bitterly - she understood a woman's place! Soft, and submissive, if only Amelia was like that.. I mean, she might be fat and ugly, but I'd love to put her in her place, have her submit to me and learn what happens when you are so rude and condescending..

At that point, Ryan decided that he simply couldn't take it anymore. He had been thinking a lot about Ash recently, as it was coming up to the Winter Solstice, 6 months exactly since he had fused Max and Stephanie together. One thing that tremendously hurt Ryan, was that no one remembered Stephanie, or Max - after the transformation everyone had just accepted Ash's existence, no-one even noticed the fact he was a canine humanoid, or they just didn't care! It was Ryan alone who had lost everything, his wife, his best friend, and now, was he going to lose his house and Ash to that rude Amelia? He had to take a stand! He rose from his seat, and decided that tonight, when the Solstice arrived, he would be ready to undo the transfusion, and he would have both his wife and his dog back - and Amelia, well, Ryan chuckled, she could just go and find some other poor sucker to sink her claws into and boss about...

So that night, when Ryan had heard Amelia leave, he went down to the basement where it had all began. He once again drew his sigil on the floor, making sure to follow the ancient instructions, so that every line was carefully placed - he didn't want anything unexpected happening this time, he just wanted his wife and Max back as normal, and for things to be as they once were. With everything set, he noticed the hour was drawing near, and called Ash down.

Ash bumbled into the basement. He was happy as always to see Ryan, smiling, but he was also looking nervously over his shoulder, and immediately said: "What is it bro? I don't want to be away for too long - Amelia will be coming back soon and I want to be waiting for her!" Ryan cringed, and thought to himself, at least this will be over soon - Amelia will come back and there will only be my beautiful wife and my best friend, and there'll be nothing for her here!

"Could you just stand right there mate? This will only take a second," Ryan smiled.

"But what for?" Said Ash nervously, looking at the door, as if he thought Amelia was going to burst through it any minute. Pathetic, thought Ryan, how far you've fallen. I'd never be that weak for a woman.

"It's just a little ritual, uhhh, something to renew you for the Solstice.. Amelia will like it!" Ryan said.

"Oh?" Said Ash, visibly relaxing and stepping into the centre of the circle, "Did she give you her permission?"

Ryan had to stop himself from scoffing out loud - her permission, as if he needed her permission to do anything! He would show her. But he managed to play it off - "Yeah, as a matter of fact, it was her idea in the first place!"

Just the mere mention of Amelia's will made Ash immediately relax and do whatever he was told. He stood in the centre of the circle and looked content for the first time since Amelia had left. Ryan smiled sympathetically.

"It won't be long now buddy, Steph." He said.

"What did you call me?" Ash said in confusion. But Ryan had already walked over to the ancient tome where he read his spells from, and uttered, in a strong and confident voice, the magic words:

"Quae formavi, nunc ad pristinam formam redi!"

With immediate effect, blue mist sprung out from the sigil, and swirled around Ash, and crackles of purple lightning shimmered through the air as the spell began to work. Ash tried to step backwards, but was frozen in place, and he shouted out: "Ryan, what's happening!"

Ryan just chuckled, it was all going to work! In moments he would have Stephanie and Max back, and everything would be back the way he wanted it! He didn't bother to reply to Ash - soon he wouldn't be Ash at all, and he just watched as the blue mist began to coalesce around his flatmate and friend, and knew it would only be moments before his plan was complete.

Then, to his horror, he heard the door open, and Amelia was standing there, with a look of fury in her eyes. Ryan hadn't heard her come back into the house! Fuck! He just needed a few more moments for the spell to take hold, he didn't want her to fuck everything up! What should he do?

But in the moment he hesitated, Amelia acted. She strode across the floor, sternly reprimanding Ash: "Ash, I thought I told you to wait in my room for me like a good boy - what are you doing?" And she marched across the floor and grabbed Ash's arm with her vicelike grip. Ryan was frozen - not again! Something was fucking up his spell again! Before he could even think of how to rectify it, there was a tremendous flash of purple light, as the blue mist expanded to cover both Amelia and Ash, and then exploded outwards, blasting through the room and obscuring everything from his vision. Ryan coughed, he couldn't see for the haze. What had happened? Had it worked? He tried to see through the mist, but could make out nothing. Then, he heard the patter of footsteps.. He looked down..

"Max!" He cried, seeing his beloved dog before him, looking up at him with loving eyes. It had worked! "Oh, my boy!" Ryan said happily, taking Max by the scruffy head and ruffling his ears - it had worked! His dog was back! Max bounded up and licked Ryan's fingers, and Ryan almost teared up with happiness. It was all over. There was the sound of coughing, womanly coughing - that must be Stephanie! Ryan thought. But Max whimpered, his tail between his legs, and cowered behind Ryan.

"It's OK boy, it's just Mommy, Mommy and Daddy are back together to look after you.." But Ryan noticed Max wasn't soothed by his voice.. He looked into the mist and saw a figure was walking towards him.. His excitement to see his wife started to dwindle... the silhouette started to appear, and it was bigger.. more imposing than his wife..

And then he saw the person emerging from the mist, and it certainly was not his wife.. but it wasn't Amelia either. Ryan gasped as she walked towards him, towering over him, and Max cowered behind his legs, whimpering..

Walking out of the mist was a beautiful, Amazonian Goth Goddess. Patricia was wearing high heels, and so Ryan's head only came up to her chin. Her long legs were sturdy but thick, and her pale, silky skin was covered in tight fishnets, only barely containing her thick thighs. As Ryan's gaze travelled up her luxurious legs, he saw that just where her thighs met, she was covered, tantalisingly, by a thin stretch of black fabric - the beginnings of her dress. This dress was skin tight, barely stretched around her form, and Ryan could see, even from his front on view, that it could barely contain her thick, voluptuous ass. As his gaze travelled up her body, slowly, Ryan's eyes met what was level with them - the largest, heaviest set of breasts he had ever seen. They were covered slightly by her dress, but no dress could have contained such massive and milky tits. Ryan could see erect, pierced nipples pushing against the fabric, and about halfway up their rounded plumpness, the fabric gave way to reveal silky, soft skin, rising and falling with Patricia's breath. He gulped as he looked up further, above his head height - her bare shoulders, powerful and covered with imposing tattoos, and then curving into her strong but delicate jaw. Ryan took in her full, red lips, the fat bottom one being bitten and her long, wet tongue playing with her lip piercing, and then Ryan met her gaze. All of the breath was knocked out of him - those dark eyes, so deep and mesmerising, seemed to pierce right into his soul! He felt his legs shake. Her hair was immaculate, a thick fringe covering her brow, and her hair falling perfectly around her soft cheeks, her pale neck, and cascading over her shoulders. Ryan gulped - this was neither Stephanie or Amelia, but someone - something, completely new. His whole body was trembling, he felt like he couldn't move, but just looking into her eyes he could feel blood began to rush to his cock, as if her gaze commanded it.

Then, she parted her full, blood red lips, and spoke in a voice that was both soft and sultry, and commanding. "Ryan! What have you done? Have you been playing with foolish magic again? You silly man..."

Ryan was taken aback, but confronted with this imposing Goth Goddess, he felt like he didn't have any free will - the thoughts of cringing about how Ash submissively responded to Amelia were far from his mind - his eyes level with her heaving tits, and her stern gaze fixed on him, Ryan could only stammer submissively; "Uh.. you know me?

A flicker of a smile flashed across the Patricia's face, and she bit her bottom lip with teeth that seemed unusually sharp.. Her eyes looked Ryan up and down, lingering a moment on his crotch, where heat was starting to fill his cock, and she said:

"Of course I do Ryan, I am your wife, I always have been. And you are my little submissive husband. And we are going to conceive a baby on the solstice."

Ryan stammered again - despite his earlier thoughts, he couldn't help saying: "Yes.."

Goddess Patricia raised one arched eyebrow, dark as her gaze.. "Yes...?" She said sternly..

"Yes.. uh.. Yes.." Ryan stammered.

She smirked down at him, "When I speak to you, you say yes, Goddess Patricia."

Ryan blushed and felt his cock stiffen to half mast. "Yes Goddess Patricia.." he said submissively.

"Good boy." Patricia commanded. She stepped closer to Ryan, and he could feel the heat coming off her soft skin, could see her huge breasts rising with her calm breath. He gulped - he was completely transfixed. He felt like despite everything that had happened, everything going wrong, he would do anything this beautiful creature commanded, he would do anything she said just to be close to her..

"Now," she said, tracing one long, sharp black nail over her round and heaving breast, "I am going to fuck you Ryan, and you are going to do exactly as I command.. do you understand?"

Ryan trembled with anticipation. "Yes Goddess Patricia," he said obediently, in a daze from her eyes, her soft, musky scent overpowering him.

"Good boy," said Patricia, and behind him, Ryan heard Max whimper and run away with his tail between his legs..

The Goddess put both of her soft, yet strong, hands on Ryan's shoulders and forced him to his knees. He felt his legs buckle - he had no strength in them! It was like his body, confronted with her powerful aura, had become completely submissive. On his knees, he looked up at her towering above him. From this angle, he could see underneath her short dress and between her thick, milky thighs - there was a flash of red underneath, covering her pussy. Ryan gasped - it was just like the lingerie Steph used to wear on a date night. He looked up and could just see her face looking down sternly at him over the mound of her massive, bulging tits - she was smiling cruelly. She began to hike her dress above her waist, and as she did, she spoke:

"Listen here, slave, I believe men like you are mostly worthless. It is the female who should run the world - men are only really good for those thick cocks between their legs.. As a matter of fact, why are you not naked? Strip down for your Goddess - I want to see how much that cock worships me every time you are on your knees.."

Ryan obediently began to undress. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and felt the cold air of the basement tickle his nipples and he shivered. Patricia laughed, and Ryan could see that she was circling her pussy with her long, sharp black nails - there was a patch of wetness, which Ryan could smell, fragrant and sweet, and even beneath the silken red fabric Ryan could tell that she had thick, pudgy pussy lips.

"Naked slave! Now!" She commanded.

Ryan shivered, as if she had struck him, and unbuckled his belt. It was slightly difficult to remove his trousers without standing, but with Goddess Patricia glaring down at him, he thought that if he got off his knees she would be... displeased. He managed to wiggle out of his trousers, and his cock sprung up, slapping against his chest and leaving a wet mark. Patricia laughed and rubbed her pussy a little more intensely. She said in her sultry, commanding voice:

"You see pet? Your cock knows what is right.. that is where you belong - on your knees in front of me, and with the only thing that makes you worthwhile standing and worshipping me.. You're almost pleasing Goddess.. maybe you will make a worthwhile husband.." As she said this, Patricia moved one of her creamy, thick thighs to place the heel of her black stiletto on Ryan's balls, gently, but with enough pressure to make him gasp. She chuckled, allowing his throbbing cock to rest against her foot.

"Good boy," She said, "if you keep being a good boy, and doing exactly as I command, that cock might end up somewhere even better.." As she said this, she took her hand off of her pussy, which had soaked through her silken red lingerie, and looked down at Ryan, smiling a cruel smile.

"Now, I want you to please Goddess. Everything you do is to please me - but as you are a man, I can give you the ultimate pleasure which is your only reason for existing.. I want you to eat my pussy through my panties.. and if you do good enough, and I can see that cock enjoying it.. you might get to taste your Goddess unimpeded.."

For a brief moment, Ryan came to some semblance of his old self. He thought about how Steph would wear this same lingerie, and on a date night, would fall to her knees before him and give him a long, loving blowjob. Steph had loved nothing more than licking his balls with her wet tongue, before wrapping her perfect pink lips around his head and deepthroating his cock until he came in her mouth, as she looked at him longingly. Ryan had given her head sometimes - but only because he loved her - and now he was being commanded to do so, ridiculed at the same time! No, this was not who he was!

Ryan looked up at his Goddess, met her fiery gaze and said "No." His voice trembling.

Patricia didn't flinch or show any reaction, her full, blood red lips just stopped smirking and settled into a flat line. Ryan had no idea what was going to happen next - his cock was still throbbing underneath her foot, and she was towering over him silently, then -

SMACK!

She had struck him across the face! Ryan yelped in pain, although his cock twitched and leaked a little bit of precum on her stiletto. His cheek was stinging where she had struck it. She was looking down at him, smiling a cruel smile.

"Do what is ask, immediately, and say 'Thank you Goddess Patricia', or you'll be punished, slave. Look at your cock dripping on my heel - your cock knows that this is right, that your rightful place is on your knees worshipping me. Now, if you don't want to be punished again.. actually, why am I talking to you as if you are my equal? You are a tool that I am going to use for my pleasure.."

And saying this, Patricia grabbed Ryan's head firmly, and shoved his face into her pussy. Ryan gasped and spluttered, he couldn't breathe! She was pushing his mouth onto her pussy, and with her strong hands forcing his lips into her wetness, and grinding her hips onto his face. He involuntarily moaned - her smell was overwhelming him, so sweet and delicious, and he felt his cock throb like it never had before! He could feel the smell of her pussy invading his brain as she fucked his face, it was making him feel blank.. peaceful.. like the only thing in this world he needed was to do exactly what she said.. and then he would get more of her.. instinctually, he stuck his tongue out and began lapping at her pussy like an eager dog.

"Yes!" She moaned, but did not lose control, "That is a good boy! You see? This is all you are, something to please your Goddess.."

She held Ryan's had between both her strong hands, pressing down more firmly on his balls with her stiletto, and began to hump his face slowly and forcefully. Ryan could taste her wetness through the soaked fabric, feel her pussy lips against his own, and he obediently lapped at them like a dog - he wanted to please her, he wanted to hear her moan! Naked, trembling on the floor, with his blushing cock throbbing, he tried to use his tongue where he could not move his head, as Patricia dug her black nails into his jaw. Then, she pulled her pussy away from his face, and Ryan was left gasping - separated from the smell of her pussy, all he could think about was getting back closer to it, his only want, in his whole life, was to be near that pussy, licking it, touching it, fucking it - anything! He looked up at her with pleading eyes, his cock twitching.

She looked down at him and smiled. "See? Now you are getting it pet. Worship Goddess and please her, and you get to be with her. You can have a little treat for being such a good boy..."

Then, swiftly, Patricia turned around and pushed her ass back onto Ryan's face, smothering him completely. Just before everything went black, Ryan caught his first glimpse of his new Wife's ass, and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Barely contained by her tight, red lingerie, her creamy cheeks were spilling out, jiggling and chubby, and when she pushed his face into her soft cheeks he was completely smothered, unable to breathe. He could smell her damp pussy, and his whole face and mouth was covered by her fat cheeks, which she was forcing him further and further into with her hand on the back of his head.

"Good boy!" She smirked, "take your treat from Goddess like a good boy!"

He began to run out of breath, trying to gasp and failing. He found that he almost didn't care - the smell of her fragrant pussy, the feeling of her soft ass smothering him, he felt like he was in heaven - his cock was harder than it had ever been before. As he started to lose consciousness, he realised that as long as he was with her nothing mattered.. he would do anything for her.. And then, she pulled her ass off of him and spun around, and he gasped a big lungful of air, reeling from the pleasure.

Patricia squatted down onto her knees, bringing Ryan's face level with her huge, milky tits, and her soft, wet, blood red lips. She looked deep into his eyes, and smiled.

"Who's a good boy?" She purred.

"I... I am, Goddess.." Ryan stammered.

"Yes you are. And you live to worship me don't you?" She smiled.

"Yes! Yes.. Goddess.." Ryan murmured, mesmerised.

Patricia laughed, and putting one hand on his chin, she held her lips inches away from his, and spoke in a soft and silken whisper, which sent tingles of pleasure coursing through Ryan's body: "Now, let's get you upstairs, to bed.. Goddess wants to play with that cock..."

As she said this, Patricia moved one strong hand down to Ryan's lap, and took his cock forcefully and gave it one firm squeeze. Ryan moaned loudly and almost passed out from the pleasure - being smothered with Goddess Patricia ass and pussy had made his cock harder than it had ever been, and being denied any touch had brought that pleasure to boiling point. Now, with her soft touch, like ice on his hot cock, he had never felt anything so good in his life.. He stared into her eyes as she smiled, knowing exactly what she was doing to him.

"There'll be more of that if you come to the bedroom, slave. Now, stay on all four and follow my ass."

Slowly, Patricia turned and began to walk out of the basement. Now that her dress had been hiked up, Ryan got a full view of her ass moving as she walked; her muscles clenching and her fat cheeks jiggling, barely contained by the silken red fabric of her panties. She was walking slowly, giving Ryan time to catch up. Briefly, distanced from the intoxicating smell of her pussy, he wondered if he should try and snap to his senses, stand up for himself - perhaps reverse the spell? But then he remembered the sting of Goddess' hand slapping his cheek, and the warmth of her squeezing his cock, and her soft sultry words suggesting that his cock would get to be inside of her hot, wet pussy. There is no one here to witness me crawling around, he thought, and why not go with it for a while? So, watching her ass waltz away from him, Ryan began to crawl towards her, his cock throbbing...

It didn't take long for them to reach the bedroom. Ryan noticed that, to his surprise, what had been Ash's room had now completely changed - Amelia must have moved all of her stuff in! The bed was covered in red silken sheets like Goddess Patricia's panties, and there were a few pieces of black furniture, and none of Ash's things. Looking up at his wife, his Goddess, Ryan saw her turn towards him and smile.

"Now, slave, I want you to get up on that bed and lie on your back. I give you permission to touch your cock whilst I undress, but, I want you to do it..." At this point, she grabbed Ryan's jaw in one strong hand and with the other squeezed his balls forcefully, whilst putting her wet hot lips to his ear and whispering, "slowly..."

Ryan eagerly hopped up onto the bed and lay on his back. He could feel the soft satin, cool against his bare ass and thighs, eagerly, he gripped his cock, and it felt hotter and harder than it ever had in his life! It was almost like Goddess telling him what to do and filled it with new fire and pleasure. He began to stroke it slowly, all the from his base to his head, which was leaking precum, and he didn't dare disobey Goddess Patricia and speed up, even though it was aching and pulsing. She watched him smiling and began to peel off her tight black dress. Underneath her massive tits were spilling out of her red bra, and soon she was stood wearing only her lingerie, smirking at Ryan and how much everything she revealed sent his cock twitching even more excitedly. "That's a good boy..." She purred.

Then, she slowly pulled down her red panties to reveal the most beautiful sight Ryan had ever seen. Her hairless, smooth pussy was glistening with her wetness, and her fat lips were a tickled pink. Ryan could just see her hole dripping, and her clitoris erect and throbbing. His cock surged and almost came just from seeing her bare pussy. She smiled, and in one swift movement mounted him, her thick, powerful thighs straddling his torso, her wet pussy so hot against his stomach. She smiled down at him and began to unclip her bra..

"Now, I can't see that hand... but you better not be fucking yourself harder, or faster... you only come when Goddess tells you, and only after she has come... many times..." She smiled, and with one assured movement, unclasped her bra and let it fall to the bed.

Her tits bounded out, and Ryan would have come then and there if her words didn't seem to have some supernatural command over his cock. Her pert nipples were stiff, her massive, soft breasts so smooth and silky, and bigger than any Ryan had ever seen. In that moment he knew he would do anything she asked - all thoughts of resistance left his mind... he would do anything to see those tits, t see those tits bounce.. to be smothered by them...

Patricia, smiling at him, now fully naked and very aware of the effect it was having on Ryan, shuffled down so that she was sitting just above his pulsing cock. She took his hand and threw it forcefully to his side, and with her other hand grabbed it firmly by the base, squeezing it somewhat painfully. She smiled as Ryan gasped. His cock was inches away from her hot pussy, he could feel the warmth of it tingling all over his cock - he could feel her wetness dripping on him. Was he really going to be allowed into her hot hole? Would he die the moment he did, from pure pleasure? She smiled down at him...

"Now, I want you to understand, slave, this is for my pleasure. Obviously, you will feel pleasure like you have never felt before.. but you are just here so I can use your cock... breed you... so with that in mind, why don't you beg for what you want? Plead like the little sub you are, beg for Goddess' pussy!"

Ryan was delirious with pleasure, he couldn't help himself, he began to plead: "Please Goddess Patricia, use my cock, use my cock to please yourself! Please!"

She smiled... giving his cock one last, painful, pleasurable squeeze, and then, looking him directly in the eyes, steadying herself with one hand on his stomach, she began to guide his cock towards her waiting pussy...

"I love when we roleplay Goddess and Slave..." Patricia purred.