Moe sat in his humanities lecture hall as the professor lectured about the ballads and tragedies of women in the ancient Greek mythos. Women thrust into a situation of empowerment or torture, whether by coincidence, the whim and tyranny of a god, or simply the circumstances of the men around them. As far as humanities classes went, it was alright.
He looked around for his roommate John. It was his idea that they take this class together to satisfy graduation requirements, after all. And he seemed to be genuinely interested. They’d woken up together, and John had double backed to the room muttering that he’d forgotten something. It was already 30 minutes into class. Where was he now?
The sound of thundering footsteps echoed loudly in the hall, loud enough to be heard from inside the classroom. Perhaps that was his roommate. Although the boots sounded rather heavy...
Suddenly, a man in a woolen hood and a rifle barged into the classroom.
“Everyone, get down! On your hands and knees! Nobody move!”
The professor yelped in fear as the students looked on in bewilderment.
“Do as he says!” he cried out in a thin, reedy voice as he ducked behind his lectern in fear.
Moe and all of his fellow students slid out of their seats and got down on all fours, resting their knees and hands on the polished laminate floors. The sound of whimpering and uncertainty filled the room.
“HEY! Gimme that!” the intruder barked at one of the students. She screamed in fear as he came over and kicked her phone away. “Nobody else move! No phones!”
Moe couldn’t help but sneak a peek out of the windows, seeing the campus being attacked by some sort of... terrorists.
Right on cue, one of them walked in. He was dressed casually with a similar hood over his head. This new terrorist was much slimmer than the one who’d barged in first. And wore a pair of casual sports shoes instead of the sort of thick combat boots that the far more muscular enforcer wore. Was this new guy even serious?
“Hello, students. I’m the leader of this group,” he spoke in a deep, yet clearly affected voice. “You have nothing to fear from me.”
The sound of whimpering and the smell of fear still permeated the room.
“You students, you future rulers of our nations... you understand well the oppression of man. Too long!... have women suffered the aggression and stupidity of the so-called stronger sex! It is time for women to rise up!” he rallied his battle cry as he paced up and down the aisles in between the rows.
“Unfortunately, your biology works against you. The fairer, wiser sex is too often physically weaker, shorter... overpowered by their counterparts. But no more! I am here to fix the injustices of the world!” he proclaimed with obvious pride. “Now... who among you volunteers to be the first to bring in a new world order? A world ruled by an Amazonian goddess?”
The hostages all looked at each other and murmured. What the hell was he talking about!?
“No volunteers to become the new symbol of power? Very well. I’ll just have to choose myself! How about... her?”
The so-called leader had picked his subject quickly from among 150 students. Moe turned his head to see who the “lucky” person was.
He gulped when he saw the selection. It was Kimberly Park, a fairly fetching Asian girl that everyone on campus knew, despite her introversion.
She always dressed demurely, her light brown hair tied into a loose ponytail, her long bangs parted at the front that occasionally fell to cover her heart-shaped face. Her complexion was pale and perfect, her almond-shaped eyes large and expressive, her pupils light brown and sparkling with curiosity. A plain, pleated skirt and a loose cotton top completed the outfit.
On anyone else, those clothes wouldn’t have stood out an iota. Just a typical college girl who had probably just crawled out of bed and wasn’t interested in dressing up. But on Kimberley Park...
She only had extremely loose tops in her wardrobe. And despite that, her enormous, jutting, plump, and luscious breasts were always visible underneath her clothing.
Moe and John had always whispered to each other during class, stealing surreptitious glances in Kimberley’s direction. The sight of her bosom always presenting themselves far out in front of her torso, creating a dark shadow over the rest of her body and part of her thighs, was like witnessing and living a beautiful, erotic dream.
And currently, she was on all fours. Her breasts hung like huge udders, round and proud, swinging like a pendulum on her chest as they undulated back and forth, up and down with her every nervous breath. Even in their distressed state, Moe couldn’t help but be impressed. Those firm orbs looked so delectable, so luscious, so full and so ripe. What did they look like? How glorious was her cleavage, with or without a bra? The thought of her creamy skin, sitting too wide to be framed by her torso, being pushed together by her slender, willowy arms...
Moe was beginning to grow erect.
Unfortunately, his reverie was interrupted by the very real terror at hand.
The literal muscle of the group bent down and hoisted Kimberly to her feet. Moe almost felt jealous of the beast. He was so close to that beautiful girl, so close to touching her twin spheres of feminine magnificence.
The speaker approached the struggling Kimberley as she flailed against her captor, her chest swaying dramatically. The scrawny one betrayed his little speech with a lascivious lick of his tongue as he subconsciously swayed back and forth with her jiggling breasts as he approached.
“W-what are you going to do?” she asked in fear.
“Rejoice! You will be the goddess of our new world!” he declared like a prophet.
Three police officers showed up in the doorway.
“You! Freeze! Hands up!” they shouted.
“Not yet,” the masked terrorist smiled.
He pulled out a needle, ducked to the side of his muscle man, and pricked Kimberly with it. After injecting the serum, she fell to the floor, coughing violently and writhing in pain.
“It is time,” the taller, muscle-clad man said to his boss. He gave his rifle to the strange, grandiosely proclaiming eco-terrorist and... began to shrink down to the size of a doll.
It all happened so fast, the events so shocking, that nobody had time to react. The police just stared dumbfounded at the scene before them. They just saw a beast of a man hand his rifle to a scrawny boy who didn’t even look like he could handle a gun shrink to the size of a child’s toy, and now it was running of its own accord, right into the hostage’s skirt!
A small moving bulge could be seen in her skirt, moving toward the junction of her thighs. And then... it was gone.
Kimberly’s screams of pain turned into screams of pleasure as that tiny man parted her nether lips and jumped inside headfirst, sacrificing himself to the birth of the first goddess. Nobody had noticed that she had been gradually growing taller, larger, maintaining her same lascivious proportions as she began to fill her loose top even more impressively than she had before.
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