Please Enjoy This Exclusive First Look At Our Upcoming Comic Say My Name!

Please enjoy this exclusive first look at our upcoming comic Say My Name!

Synopsis: Emma’s wish makes her grow taller and stronger any time someone says her name.

Written by: Arie McBride

Artwork by: Shonemitsu

via /r/curvy

The Bored Goddess

The Bored Goddess -Cosmic Goddess TG Transformation-

[Artwork by TheDangerCat]

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In the darkness of space a brilliant light in the silhouette of a shapely woman—no face or surface details—angrily approached another shining woman that was lounging upon the vast emptiness. The angry one walked straight and stable as if she were on a physical surface, her steps appearing to have much weight upon their impact of the invisible plane. She furiously lifted an arm and materialized a ball of pure, white energy that mimicked the appearance of the stars sprinkling the dark expanse around them. With a battle cry, she hurled the ball at the other glowing being. It made contact with the other’s head, blowing up in a firework-like display.

The stricken being rose from her lounging. “What was dat for Rona!? I was yust getting to the best part.” She demanded in a thick Northern European accent.  It was almost melodic in its delivery.

“Don’t gaze at me so! You know what you have done, halted the birth of a new star!” Crossing her arms, the cosmic goddess Rona continued to worry about her sister goddess Sigrid’s slacking. “And why do you insist on speaking in such manner of tongue? If you are going to force me to speak with you as a human at least speak with proper form.”

“Stawp your scolding Rona! I’m sick of dis work. I want to relax.” Quickly the insulting comment about her accent caught up to her. “And what’s the problem with my speech!? It’s adorable.”

“It’s obscene.”

“Well I’m nawt stawping.”

Sigird reclined back as if she were on a hammock that wasn’t there and lifted her large fashion magazine which she had plucked from earth above her head to read. Rona couldn’t help but pace around her, displeased at how lazy her fellow goddess was being.

“You are infuriating.” Rona fired off with a snarl. “You’d rather indulge in such petty pastimes from earth instead of doing your privileged duty. We are creation itself! Your energy must feel like it will burst from your fingertips. It’s been ages since you last mothered a new star.”

“You still have dat problem? Naw, dat sort of feeling doesn’t do anyting for me anymore.”

“Unthinkable, we have the power to destroy galaxies! Create worlds!”

Rona’s response brought nothing but a yawn from Sigrid, who casually flipped through the pages of her magazine, shooting up in excitement upon seeing an outfit she felt would totally match her figure—tall, beyond shapely, sizable hips and breasts.

An idea Sigird had been contemplating for quite some time swelled within her.

“Aw Rona, I can’t take dis anymore. I watch humans everyday. Dey live in such fascinatingly plain ways, with so many indulgences to shoose from. I want to live among dem!”

“Well that is impossible. Unless maybe… you were to tether yourself to the body of a human, nay, perhaps—“

“Aw, tank you Rona! You are brilliant!” Sigrid said before zipping off in a splendid streak of light across the vast cosmos towards earth.

“W-Wait!? Sigrid! Come back!”

Rona was too much a goddess of routine that she didn’t dare chase after her. She stood there silent; pondering what might come of Sigrid’s bothersome departure. Left silent but undeterred, she turned her attention back to the satisfying act of creation. That new star wasn’t going to birth itself.

***

Dexter left the street market and entered a deserted ally to get some brief peace from the hustle and bustle of the disgustingly happy folks shopping. He wasn’t much of a people person, so braving this marketplace every week for groceries was quite the challenge. It was a challenge he knew he could meet, but that didn’t make it any less annoying.

“What a joke,” Dexter pouted as he threw his shopping bag to the ground. “Those people smiling away as they go through the motions. Nothings fun about shopping, nothings fun about wasting time doing stupid errands during the free time ya do have!”

He was a nihilist. Years of working a deadbeat cubicle job had taken their toll on him and he had lost his passion for most things he once held. He desperately wanted an out, an easy escape into a fantasy that wasn’t there for him. The fact of the matter was though that Dexter had brought this all on himself, and he knew it. Seeing everyone else acting carefree made him sick. He couldn’t stand the thought of others being better off than him.

“A bunch a fakes I bet… bottling up the truth inside.” Dexter said, spitting at the ground. “Ha, you think god would’ve taken pity on me by now!”

Just above earth Sigrid was plummeting down, her mind’s eye surfing through the sea of consciousness riddling the planet. She felt joy, anger, sadness, the entire spectrum of emotions hitting her all at once. It was like a rush of adrenaline, she couldn’t wait to be among these fascinating lifeforms. She then honed in on a rather strong negative presence… Dexter. If she was going to claim a body as her own, it should be one that wasn’t cared for by its owner.

She’d put it to good use.

The creamy skinned, feet-dragging Dexter fit the bill perfectly. He hadn’t cared about his image lately, wearing a grumpy look and sporting a dirty scalp. He no longer brushed his teeth and was eating less and less. He was in relatively good physical shape, having started a workout routine a few months back hoping it would relieve some of his stress—no more though. He’d given up on society and felt he had paid his dues and deserved everything handed to him.

He was too lazy to even wash his clothes anymore. Today he was down to his last set—dark denim shorts, red converse sneakers and a plain red long-sleeved shirt. The one shockingly up-kept part of the package was his defiant hair, which naturally and stylishly ran off to the right of his head in a swept manner.

Aw, a perfect vessel! Sigrid cheerfully thought as she zipped towards the irritated human. It’ll be fun giving dat bawdy a tune-up. She had just the outfit in mind too once she formed.

Dexter began to simmer down and bent over to pick up his grocery bags. His scowl quickly turned to shock though once piercing warmth filled his body and he was knocked back by what felt like an intense gust of wind. The heat filling him was pulsating, causing his body to lightly shake.

He leaned against the brick wall panting, “What… what’s, hah, huh, huh.” He tried to speak, but couldn’t muster much through his uneven breathing.

Aw my. So dis is what a human bawdy feels like. A frisky voice echoed in his head.

“Wh-who said t-that!?”

Sigrid ignored the man for the most part, his words meaningless to her. She began to casually take over the man’s psyche, trying to force her own shape onto this new body.

Dis is odd, Sigrid continued inside Dexter’s mind. My powers are restricted inside here. Aw, how exciting! I should have plenty of energy to shange into my prawper shape. Who knows what’ll become of me! Plunging into the unknown like dis feels so liberating!

Dexter couldn’t think straight. Each time this evasive voice spoke, it fogged his mind. It being such a foreign sounding voice to his own in tone and dialect made things even more confusing for him.

“Augh, my head… what is— Stop. Stop it! Uhn…”

The goddess continued to ignore him and moved to her work on the body. It was going to be the most creating she’d done in years. Let’s start with my long legs, hee hee.

The vision of her human self appeared for Dexter within his own thoughts as well. He was receiving quick flashes of a body that wasn’t his own.

“What, who is—gah! Oh fuck! My legs!” Dexter cried out, feeling an intense pain in his kneecaps as the joints cracked, followed by the rest of his bones constricting, sending his stance out of control. The bones in his legs felt lighter as the sensation subsided, only to be replaced by the discomfort of muscle fibers furiously pulling and pulsating throughout both legs.

The brawn in his wobbling limbs swelled, mountains of meat packing themselves onto his stretching legs—which looked a tad longer now. Watching helplessly, his calves yanked up tightly and protruded outward drastically, thick muscles with sensual curves creating a pleasant balance. His thighs went next, throbbing frantically, each beat bringing more muscle and healthy fat onto their frame.

Finished dare. Sigrid said. Aw fuck it, let us get everything going.

“Who are you!? What are ya doing!?” Dexter questioned through trembling lips that began to soften and puff up.

His face began to twitch, his lashes growing longer, his nose crackling and shrinking. The more his face changed the more the voice in his head grew dominate. Finally, he received a reply.

Aw be quiet you bore. You have no appreciation for your humanity.

Sigrid showed no regard for the poor man whom she was taking over. She came across like an uncaring, playful child not understanding, nor caring for, the ramifications of its actions.

“What the fuck!? This ain’t happening? I… I’m sorry… I’m sorry!”

Dexter’s pleas were swiftly silenced by his feet crunching down towards a delightful, feminine size. His hands soon followed, delicate features bestowed upon his fingers as they capered about.

Both hands shot up to his head and grabbed hold of his hair as he screamed in fear. He could feel his hair growing fuller and softer, traveling down his back in great abundance. Soon, the long wavy mane reached all the way down to his butt—which was growing in abundance as well.

His ass clenched tight as it grew in large fits of rage, as if the bubbly fat buried beneath desperately wished to break free. Each thrust of billowing flesh sent Dexter’s ass smacking against the wall. He’d never felt so bottom heavy before. His vibrating cheeks became unnaturally full looking for his male body, stiff muscle rounding out its shape—his own pair of butt-pillows.

I…I can feel even more now! My sawft silky hair… my thickening bawttom. Sigird thought ecstatically.

“This is amasing! Ha ha!” A woman’s voice escaped from Dexter’s confused, contorting mouth which now bore the plump lips of a woman, his face looking more effeminate by the second.

“S-somebody… help me.” Dexter begged before he felt something seize his mind and his eyes rolled back inside his head, arms going limp.

All of Dexter’s body hair began to recede as his hair gained even more volume. It was as if the disappearing hair was adding to that which was on his head. His locks were messy at the top, big tufts poking out atop his head. A thick section of his bangs flowed down over his right eye and cascaded down with the rest of his hair towards his butt. The exotic locks matched perfectly his divine woman’s face. His eyes had a large almond shape with luxurious lashes shading his purple irises, one eye hidden behind the length of hair that covered the right side of his face.

Dexter gave up the fight against the changes as the rush of euphoria that stole him brought with it a rising ecstasy. His mind was now corned by the power of the goddess. A comforting blanket had been wrapped around his mind and he was willingly tucking himself further beneath the covers, wanting the warmth to consume him.

“Oh! Oh, my, god! Dexter moaned seductively, before shrieking as his sides snapped inward along with his spine.

His body jerked about, his back snapping on and off the brick wall as his new physique took shape. His moans grew in intensity and as the pleasure grew so did his mental deterioration. He hadn’t felt this good in years. He didn’t care if he was fading; he just wanted to keep feeling this rapture for as long as possible.

His mouth quivered as he felt his nipples puff out and his chest begin to inflate. Small, perky breasts appeared upon his chest and slowly but surely sagged as they grew in size, wasting no time in squashing against each other beneath the tightening confines of Dexter’s shirt. It was like a hose inside his body was filling a pair of water balloons. His fingers danced wildly on the brick wall and he bit his lip as both breasts filled with rich, warm milk and hefty layers of flesh. The material on his shirt began to pull—his boobs looked almost ready to rip free.

“Oh… this feels soooo gooood…” both Dexter and Sigrid groaned, their voices synching up.

Dexter’s jugs were becoming so large that his shirt began to lift up on his body, revealing some of the rolling muscles on his stomach. The skin seemed to move like waves along his tummy as large plateaus of definition formed along its surface. One of his hands felt up his tightening physique before moving, along with his other hand, up towards his ripening melons.

“Yes, almost dare!” Sigrid screamed. Dexter was pushed further back under her overpowering persona.

He was ready to be consumed in a mighty climax.

Some of Sigrid’s cosmic energy spilled out from her new body, causing cracks to break in the brick wall and loose gravel to levitate up from the ground beneath her. The most striking reaction however, was that her hair turned dark black like the emptiness of space where she hailed from. Then images of actual galaxies appeared in her hair. It became a window one could see through to stare out into the furthest, most beautiful breadths of space.

My bawdy can’t contain my energy. I must finish dis quickly. She thought.

“Let me free Dexter!” Sigrid ordered him, wishing for him to give up already.

The last remnants of the body that once was, Dexter’s manhood, begun to shrivel in size, burrowing like a worm back inside a hole.

Oh fuck, yes! Dexter thought, as he became awash in the sensations of a womb forming inside him. The sensory overload was too much to take and just as his balls tucked themselves out of existence, his shrimp of a dick let out one last hurrah, emptying bountiful streams of cum into his underwear that was now wrapped tightly around his burgeoning hips—growing wider with the extra space opening inside. After emptying his load for the last time, he ascended into a great, white gathering of cosmic light, leaving his body finally in the control of Sigrid.

With a large crack Sigrid’s hips finished their journey and her dick disappeared into an opening slit.

“Awww! It’s better dan I imagined!” Sigird yelled as her new pussy shivered to life. She blithely brought a hand down to her crotch and began rubbing it inside her shorts. She was like nothing more than a perverse teen discovering the pleasures of the female body for the first time.

Her head kicked against the wall and she yanked up with her fingers as she felt an unbearable breakage of bliss and fluids spill out from her quaking canal.

As she stood their woozy after her explosive birth into a human woman, she pictured her ideal outfit for her new body and with the last remnants of her godly powers her clothing of choice formed from the tight fitting attire of Dexter left on her body.

The long sleeves on the red shirt were eaten away until short sleeves high on the upper arms remained. Their color was newly painted with a dark grey, nearly black color. The v-neck of the shirt became more pronounced, dipping way down into a deep cleavage, windowed opening, with a black bra holding Sigrid’s massive tits up—black strings crisscrossing the boob window and holding it together against the resistance of the sagging bust. The part of the shirt that was already riding high on her tummy pulled up even higher and formed a new end just below her swaying chest. Her toned, hourglass form beneath the shirt was now free to be viewed. Her unmatchable shape was hypnotic in even the slightest movements.

She proudly walked forward, her hips moving dramatically with each step, as her shorts lengthened out into form-fitting dark jeans. Her luxurious curves were stuffed well within the denim. It was so dramatic, legs like a smooth, wavy landscape and very thick, yet with plenty of space shown in her stance—her thighs never rubbing against each other. Her boobs were so massive that, coupled with her absurd curvature along her mid-section, dominating her upper figure from every angle. Even if looking from behind they pushed distractingly outward. A true goddess’ gift, they held in such a way that the mounds formed an upside-down heart shape.

The final touch as Sigrid confidently strutted out of the ally, her excitement bubbling, was the heel end of the platforms in her shoes shooting upwards dramatically like heels, creating a pair of wedge sneakers.

“Naw dat’s vhat I’m tawking about.” Sigrid admired, her hands tracing up her body, eyes scanning her outfit intently. “I lewk stawning. I feel so alive!”

She stopped speaking, a bit confused over how much thicker her accent was. Being in full control of the body now, she wasn’t used to moving her mouth in the proper manner for her accent she wished to imitate.

“I am Sig-r-r-r-rid!” she giggled, rolling her R out of amusement. “Nice… to meet jew.” She quickly came to enjoy the heavier accent more. With no superior goddess to complain, she felt free to stretch her accent as much as she damn well pleased.

The moment she walked into the marketplace it seemed all eyes were on her. The staring crowds were equally captivated and confused at the unbelievable bombshell of a woman spinning about as if enjoying a dance. Her galaxy displaying hair was enough to catch the attention of every person she passed by.

“Yo, lady. Whats up with your hair?” one hungry eyed boy asked.

She hadn’t noticed; her hair could blow her cover! She concentrated on an image of her hair with a jet-black silky appearance. With a little focus it worked and her inhuman hair was gone.

“Vhat? Is dare sawmthing vrong with it?” she teased before lightly skipping away.

She pranced and strutted with liveliness about the market, inspecting every interesting food stand—interesting to her, this was all new. The sights and sounds sent her into a daze.

A handsome, well-built and groomed gentleman nearby caught sight of the frolicking lady and was immediately blown away by her unrivaled beauty. There was simply no way she could be real.

Sigrid took a deep smell of some flowers, causing her breasts to raise gently, the gentleman’s eyes following their path as she stood up right next to him. She caught sight of his prying eyes towards the end of her whiff.

“Shecking out the gewds?” She asked in a carefree tone.

“Wh-what, no I… I’m sorry!” The peeping gentleman replied.

“No vorries. Why nawt own vhat jew got I always say, ha ha.”

Sigrid sent out her hand in a greeting. The man, digging her blunt nature, regained his cool and shook her hand. Noticing her broken English, which was beyond adorable, he figured the reason she was acting strange must be that she is a foreigner.

“The name is Sigrid. And I tink jew want to ask me on a date dawn’t jew? Aw, I’ve always dreamed of satch an experience!”

She was certainly odd, but very bold too the man thought. No way was he going to let an opportunity like this slide. This woman was dynamite.

“Rick, the name is Rick.” he replied with a collected demeanor. He did his best to work his charms, buttering the tone of his voice. “And you got me, heh. You are striking my dear, and so full of life. If you’ll allow me I’d love to take you out to dinner.”

Sigird immediately grabbed hold of his arm and said, “Aw, well aren’t jew a go-getter. Lucky for jew this girl is hawngry.” With a snarky smile directed at him, the man knew she was onto his plan.

Such an interesting woman. She must be here on vacation or something. he thought. She wasn’t nearly as ditzy as her wandering childlike about the marketplace earlier would’ve let on.

Arm in arm they headed out on their date. Rick treated her to some fine dining at a sushi bar. Sigrid sampled as many of the different flavors as she could, nearly cleaning out Rick’s wallet. They enjoyed sometime along the Riverwalk in the city afterword before heading to Rick’s home.

Once they arrived, she knew what was coming next and her heart was racing. This was it. She was finally going to experience one of humanities greatest indulgences, love.

“So, uh… do—“ Rick began.

“Van’t to have sex?”

Her response, like so many of them, caught him off guard.

“Why jes, of course.” She continued. “Jew are kind… very hawndsome and strawng Nick.”

“Rick.”

“Rick. So it’s awnly natural dat I’d vant to partake in all jewr bawdy has to offer.”

Sigrid got close to Rick and ran her fingers across his chest, showing him a slit stare of pure seduction—her lashes blanketing her purple eyes. Her wide smile was that of a woman who knew she had won, who knew she had a man wrapped around her finger.

Rick didn’t want to be upstaged, so he swept her off her feet and carried her inside, much to Sigrid’s surprise and laughter. “Mmm, satch a gentleman.” She teased as she they entered his home.

It didn’t take long before a duet of carnal cries filled the bedroom. Sigrid completely submitted herself to the prodding shaft shooting sparks of electric pleasure throughout her body, signaled by each thunderous clap of Rick’s hips against her unyielding ass. She’d already been fucked in more positions than she could count over the last 2 hours, but this had to be the best yet. Rick had her legs bent upwards towards her head and was pile driving from a squatted position into her soaked folds with powerful ease. Her hands held onto her hopping bosom for dear life to keep her tits from spinning out of control—her erect nipples were wedged and stimulated between her clasping fingers. Her toes clenched and released every time she felt him slightly hilt inside her, whenever his movements became too erratic. His own gasps of release nearly matched Sigrid’s call.

Rick was good, very good. She was at his complete mercy in her current predicament. Feeling such a lack of control in this body without any of her former powers to fight against this wonderful onslaught gave her a rush she’d never felt. To gain so much pleasure from this sort of domination was so uniquely human that Sigrid had no doubt she made the right choice in becoming one. Focus wavering, her hair flickered back and forth towards its natural galaxy displaying visage, her concentration far too broke.

“Aw R-Rick, Ah! Jewer breaking me! It’s, it’s cawming again! I’m going to, awww!”

Rick put every ounce of his strength into his final few bumps into Sigrid, sending her mind into a frenzy and her body into a hobbled mess of twitching defeat. The duo’s dance was over and they both collapsed in a heap onto the love soaked bed.

***

Later into the night, Rick was fast asleep, exhausted after what was likely the best sex of his life. Sigird was wide awake, lounging in the bed with a satisfied grin on her face, her hair a complete mess and displaying galaxies, some of which she created in her former life—their light dimly lit the room like a collection of night lights.

Feeling the bruising of her body she groaned, “My, human bawdies are fragile. Hee, makes tings more interesting I sawppose.”

She slowly got to her feet and dressed. She silently thanked her gentlemanly date for the good time and left the house and strolled towards the home of the man whose body she had hijacked. She entered her apartment and looked disgusted at the sight of it.

“Yeesh Dexter. Jew left me quite the mess.”

She crawled in to her bed which was thankfully clean and began to nod off. She pictured in her head all the wonderful things she had yet to experience.

“It von’t all be easy,” she whispered. “Bawt it will be vorth it.”

Sigrid had played a hand in creating humanity long, long ago, which was probably why she was so fascinated by how they had evolved into what they were now. The other gods didn’t see it, humanities limitless potential. Now she could experience it herself. She felt something though, doubts she was completely human. Whatever this new form and life would bring her however, she was ready and for the first time in centuries excited for what was next.

She pulled some of her hair in front of her face and stared into the stars shining in it.

“When I vas up dare lewking down, it vas like vatching a dream.”

Sigrid drifted fast asleep with a quenched smile, musing over what tomorrow might bring. Perhaps she’d try that frozen treats stand.

Sources:

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23451086/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23451099/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23451108/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23451133/