Amy was happy she'd had an adventure. She'd worked in taverns her whole life, worked her way up to owning her own, and she'd always heard the stories. Fighting dragons, goblin hordes, exploring ancient ruins... it was always romantic.
And tragic. She'd seen too many groups die. Underestimate enemies and fail or get caught up in things. She'd always thought she was much luckier to have a stable job, something safe.
But she was glad she had an adventure. It had started with a bunch of people forming a group as usual. Two powerful barbarians and an apprentice wizard. They had muscles on their muscles and gold on their gold, and Amy was sure they'd go far in their career.
If they hadn't insisted on their first score being recovering a lost temple with no backup that has a connection to the divine. She hadn't even really meant to insert herself, just offer a warning.
But three pints of ale and them seeing her holy symbol later, somehow she -was- their cleric. And, well, at fifty years of age she'd had enough time with the holy books and teachings and, of course, time spent observing what the successful adventurers did and what the ones who died didn't do. Making it through the temple seemed reasonable enough.
Also, she was fifty, childless, and followed the goddess of strength and fertility; so if she did die horribly, fair enough at this point.
She was as surprised as anybody when she'd tried to cast a healing spell and it worked.
She was the only one not surprised when the traps started going off...
And the ambushes.
And the diseases...
But they'd done it. The temple was clear, the heavenly choir had sounded, consecration was restored, the valley was protected from monsters, happy endings for all and a big treasure room for them. They'd all taken their share and prepared to head their separate ways, the wizard still had to train, the catfolk had debts to pay, and Amy was escorted home by a cheery human barbarian with a cart full of gold.
She'd claimed her own share, of course. A few jewels. The sacred stones of her goddess, all made up into ornate pieces of jewelry. She could feel that they were magic, and powerful, and probably meant to be worn by some high priest. No vestments, just feminine perfection on display with magical augmentation. She'd probably bequeath them to the church eventually, but for now it was too nice to have some reminder that she'd been able to hack it with the best of them.
Even if she didn't look it. In her room over the inn, she giggled at herself, holding up the shining purple stones to her body. Her aged, flabby belly looked so silly with an ornate navel ring held up against it. She couldn't even quite find where it was supposed to go, the helical coils of the holy symbol meant to slide into the grooves on an athletic person, not her fuzzy yellow flab. Even poking it right at her bellybutton...
Amy passed out.
Cody woke up as his innate danger sense, stirred his instincts. The human barbarian wasn’t a magic user but his connection to certain primal spirits let him feel when a powerful presence was near or if someone was gathering certain types of magic. He shoved his way up out of the small inn room bed populated with a lioness and fox wrench he had met after returning to Amy’s inn.
The exhausted pair grumbled as Cody’s feet hit the ground and he snatched up his ax. He could FEEL divine energy gathering nearby. A lot of it. And the taste was…. Horny? Cody shook his head not sure what to make of any of it as he barged through the door and spun. He felt it above him as he raced through the sleepy inn, until he saw the stairs that led up to Amy’s office and loft.
Unsure what was going on in the inn owner-come-party cleric’s room, he roared and charged right through the door, reducing it to splinters. Amy was there on the floor. An expression of…. pleasure,on her face as she seemed to twitch and shift a little in a trance. A glowing belly button ring hovered over her navel as Amy’s flabby stomach retreated. Her tits plumped and rose under her dress and the tied lines in her face smoothed out. Unsure what was happening, Cody watched pounds and years seemed to melt off the canine while the ring glowed. He hesitantly reached for the ring, positive it was the source of the divine energy, and unsure what it was doing to Amy. A purple bolt of lighting arced from the ring to his fingers just before touched it and sent him flying across the room as an image of an unfamiliar goddess flashed though his head before his skull smashed into one of the walls.
Amy dreamt she -was- the perfect high priest. She dreamt her mature figure was balanced by muscle and confidence, that her massive G-cup chest was perfectly perky whatever she wore, that her frame towered like the alpha of a pack the way any werewolf should, that she was strong and confident and her back didn't hurt.
She dreamt she woke up from touching the jewels meant for the finest servant of fertility and they were permanently buried in her stomach, a cross over her abs - defined, muscular things poking through her extra weight - and that the magic flowed from its base into her like a pen, drawing over her womb a sigil of rejuvenation that melted away the years and barrenness and gave her a second chance.
She dreamt that this perfect version of herself found her party member already there waiting for her, more erect than any man had ever been, more -endowed- than any man should be, held down by the spirit of the goddess and cursed for daring to touch her representative. Cursed to cum always and only when told, and to sleep until permitted.
Amy dreamt she rode him. Burying him in her snatch, feeling it get tighter than it had been in years, milking a monster larger than she'd ever taken. She dreamt that it was ecstasy, religious and otherwise, offering mercy to a man so burdened to see her beauty. She dreamt that she told him to cum, again and again, never letting him soften until she had all the pleasure she required.
Then she came harder than she'd ever cum before. Squirting, moaning, screaming, clenching, her entire body quaking as honey shot across her barbarian companion and her eyes stared directly at the version of herself in the mirror. WATCHING as the already idealized version of herself grew bigger, shoulders broadening, chest swelling, and arms bulking. Womb tattoo blazing with light, infusing her body.
Which, of course, meant that Amy hadn't dreamt anything at all. The sensations she felt were too powerful to sleep through. And she was still in her room, with the same wood, the same bed, the same prized silver mirror. There were no other werewolf girls in the room. Only the beautiful figure in the mirror. This was real.
"Oh Goddess..." she prayed in thanks, cupping her chest, shuddering at her sheer heft.
"Oh Goddess!" she prayed in alarm, looking at the injured, exsanguinated barbarian she'd claimed.
Both were answered. One with a feeling of mirth, and the second with a healing spell that restored Cody to consciousness.
Cody was pulled from his stupor by powerful paws as he blinked and found himself staring at Amy, only it wasn’t how he remembered her. Her eyes burned with divine light so bright he had to squint as the large barbarian was held off the ground like he was a child.
“Useless male, I can smell where you worthlessly spent your seed half a dozen times tonight uselessly when you could be venerating me and my priest,” the voice said from Amy’s lips. Cody was suddenly VERY awake as some god was channeling Amy as she continued to transform. “Then you invade her bed chamber while she is conducting the rites to become my priest and champion. Punishment is in order!”
“WAIT! HOLD ON NOW!” Cody yelled, as the god riding Amy grabbed his dick. A bolt of her power slammed into Cody’s cock and balls, and It did not feel great as a black brand etched itself on to Cody's sac and shaft. A heavy golden Prince Albert ring then formed through his tip as the human GREW. He had been blessed as a human but now he was larger than even those gifted men who sold their services in brothels. Likewise Cody’s balls swelled till he could have made a bull blush and the human found himself mind-numbingly full and horny.
You could count Cody’s pulse in his prick and balls as they throbbed but not even a drop of pre escaped his tip as he looked at himself. Cody didn’t know it was possible to BE this hard or this pent up. “What have you NGH done toooooo UGHhhh me!?!” Groaned Cody as he tried to break the God/Amy’s grip if only to try and get himself off.
“Foolish seed maker, you will serve my champion and her body. I have made it so you can service her appropriately, for now at least. Your seed no longer is your own and belongs only to me. Now venerate my champion!” The voice roared as Cody found himself being pinned to the floor and his god “blessed” prick spreading Amy’s soaked gates.
Cody was captivated even as the godly aura surrounding Amy seemed to fade and she began to return to herself only now she was built like an Amazon coming off a very long celibacy pledge. Once inside her Cody couldn’t think as she fucked him into the floor. He now knew how a tent peg felt as Amy’s hips pounded him over and over and over.
At some point Amy ordered him to cum. And Cody did. Buckets of the stuff. She ordered him to do it again minutes later and the ring through his tip blazed to life along with the runes on his shaft and balls. He did as commanded. Again. And again. And again. And again. At some point, Cody passed out even as his cock stayed hard. It wasn’t until he felt a healing spell ripple though him that he could even move an inch, his eyes slowly opening. “Oh goddess please no more!” He moaned, actually tired of sex for the first time in his life.
"Um, of course, sorry..." Amy was finding it difficult to be meek with her new adjustments, but she had effectively just raped a guy. A guy she liked even. Looking him over he looked... rough. Her claws had marks all over his pecs that weren't fully healed, her juices painted his chest hair, his cock and balls were dark, swollen, and still literally cursed.
She didn't think she was magically strong enough to fix it, but she didn't think she was half of the things she now was, so she put her hands over them and started channeling magic to see if she could fix it, only to feel no mana at all... and the vision of her goddess snickering gracelessly, looming over her shoulder like a gremlin friend entirely at odds with the presentation Cody had seen.
Amy wasn't sure what to offer after that. What exactly do you do to say 'Hey, sorry I fucked you so hard you almost died. I didn't KNOW my pussy was literally divine and would claim your cock forever'? There is no way for that to come out sincere.
She settled on backing off, making it so at least her silk-soft thighs weren't directly stimulating Cody's balls. "...Turns out my share of the treasure was an artifact." She tried to explain.
Cody felt firm paws on his thighs as the rush of healing energy rushed into him in waves. He waited for it to wash into the important stuff. His bruised hips, the lacerations on his pecs that Amy seemed to have mauled or the screaming muscles of his groin.
But No. The magic went first directly to Cody’s deflated balls. He almost whimpered as they plumped to full bull beating fullness, pressing against Amy’s wrists. His dark red prick, looking slightly rough and extra vascular, swelled back to max hardness as the healing energy pulsed in a familiar cadence. The light clicked on and Cody realized the healing magic pulsed in the same cadence Amy’s hips did while on top of him. Cody heard a distant chuckle then a not so distant grope of his painfully full sac as the magic moved somewhere other than his crotch.
Cody let out a moan of relief as his middle and ass were healed, then the cuts on his pecs. The visible pawprints on both vanished but they seemed to push outwards a bit more than before as Cody felt a ghostly pair of hands grab both and squeeze before the healing spell cut out.
“Ughhhhh, yeah the naval ring right,” wheezed Cody as he looked up at Amy. Fuck. Cody’s cock throbbed and it tried to shoot what felt like a massive wad of pre. That was stopped by the spell ring through his cock head as he looked away from Amy. It was very hard to think about anything while looking at the now muscle bound weremilf. She was drool worthy and Cody felt that his attraction to her was not natural. Thoughts of other women including the pair in his room seemed duller and there was a deep longing in his loins to fuck her again until he ended up in the same state as before. Rejecting that urge, Cody slowly pushed himself backwards only to find he was coated in a stick layer of werewolf honey that smelled like the god blessed canine. The smell alone made Cody throb again as he growled and pushed his palms into his eyes. “So your deity CLEARLY made you a champion and she a a god of lust or virility or something,” said Cody slowly trying to pull his thoughts together. “I’ve heard a divine blessing can cause uhhh, episodes like this. Did she give you any other messages or instructions?”
Amy looked over her shoulder at the apparition she'd imagined, but there was certainly nothing visible there. Had she received a divine duty? Her goddess represented many things, nebulous and not. Cooked food, muscular strength, feminine power and fertility, arts, darkness... She could be described as a goddess of mothers who ruled their households.
The voice in her head saying 'BREED. BREED. BREED.' technically -could- have been a divine revelation, but it didn't quite seem like it. Amy's body had so many urges from her magic warped biology, she wasn't sure she could tell. It was telling her to eat everything, to work out constantly, to have sex immediately, to get as pregnant as possible, to get guys to try and get her pregnant and drain their life essence, to feed the hungry, to cast a billion spells, and to overdose on the herbs that wetnurses took.
Doing all of those was... ...actually entirely plausible, but not all at once. So Amy kept thinking. Cody didn't seem to be mad, he actually seemed quite proud of his cursed dick, if only because of how huge it was. And the last thought Amy knew was valid was how satisfying it had been to be a genuine hero.
She held up an arm, and flexed, and watched as a defined bicep rose up for the first time in her life. It wasn't huge, it didn't peak, but it was real and it was there, and she had more energy than she'd done in her life.
"I think we should go on another adventure or two."
Cody watched as Amy flexed. The barbarian respected strength and power. Coveted it, sought to acquire more of it and Amy had it. Even though her physique wasn’t overwhelming now she seemed to radiate strength now. Also lust. Cody found it hard to take his eyes off her as she admired her own muscles, flexing this and that.
His cock throbbed again, and he felt the spell that kept him from releasing even a drop of pre bang into place. When she said she wanted another adventure he started to object. He needed to rid himself of this curse and she needed to find a temple who could tell her what she had become. He started to speak and felt the brand around his balls and prick tighten.
Cody winced and his mouth clicked shut. Her will seemed to press on him before he nodded. “YES. That’s, sure that’s a fine idea,” said Cody as the pressure backed off. “I think a shower might be a good idea first,” he said, wondering if he would still be the leader of the group when they set out.