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Baubo picked her way cautiously down the steep, rocky face of the slope that led to the stream that meandered through the countryside below, among banks bright with splendid wildflowers. She stumbled and slid part of the way down the hillside, but she arrived at the side of the stream none the worse for wear, other than having acquired a few minor scrapes and bruises.
Gingerly, she poked a toe into the water to test tit torture its temperature. She shivered. The rushing water was cold. Normally, she would not have elected to enter water as icy as this, but, given her present circumstances, she decided to brave the chilly stream. Bracing free brunette tit movie herself against the shock of cold that would occur the moment she stepped into the watercourse, she took a deep breath and placed a leg into the turbulent current. Liquid ice seemed to seize her in its britney spears naked freezing embrace. Baubo gasped. Had she had breasts, no doubt her nipples would have become erect immediately. She glanced at her thighs. Already, there was a mild blue cast to the goose-pimpled flesh.
Baubo tits and ass steeled herself. She brought the other leg into the water. The icy liquid was almost painful, seeming, paradoxically, to burn rather than to freeze.
Baubo shuddered. She wished she had arms to wrap about herself.
Since she was short of stature, the domed top of her belly forming the top of her skull, it didn't take long before Baubo had entered the stream to the depth of her chin, which meant, since her cunt was in her chin, to the depth of her pussy as well. Both her lower buttocks and her chin-cunt were covered in the freezing-cold water. If the creature between Baubo's legs was disturbed by cold water that enveloped it, it gave no indication of any discomfort, remaining as still and silent as if it were merely another part of Baubo's own body.
That was all right with Baubo, though; she didn't intend merely to make the damned thing uncomfortable. She meant to drown it, if possible. She knew nothing of its anatomy or its physiology, but she hoped that it, at least, had to breathe. If so, she hoped that its lungs or its lungs-gills combination, its pores, or whatever else it breathed through would be unable to extract sufficient oxygen from the water and, submerged long enough, it would, therefore, drown, or suffocate. That was the plan, anyway.
How long would it take to drown such a creature, assuming that it could be drowned, that is? Baubo wondered. Among mortals, the vast majority, even of those in peak condition, were unable to hold their breaths for muscular babes more than five minutes. The gods, of course, could hold their breaths much longer; some could hold them indefinitely. Others, such as Poseidon, could actually breathe underwater or on land. Baubo wasn't certain, but the strange creature that had attached itself to her didn't seem like any sort of immortal she'd ever seen or heard of, barely string bikini and, as a goddess herself, she'd seen or heard of most. It was much more likely that the strange creature was some sort of unknown animal. If so, it was likely to have lungs, gills, or both, like any other animal. If that were the case, it shouldn't be able, judging by its size, to hold its breath for longer than most men in top shape. Baubo reckoned, if her body could bear the cold, she'd stay in the stream for twice that amount of time, just to be on the safe side. Surely--she hoped--in ten minutes, the crotch-monster would have drowned.
Baubo decided that, to drown the bastard, she needn't stand in the same spot, shivering. She could wade downstream and shiver. Along the way, she could check out the local flora and fauna. Hopefully, she wouldn't encounter another of the nice asses things like the one that had attached itself to her groin and buttocks.
As the stream continued to wend downhill, the vegetation along its edges thickened. The sun was dappled upon the churning surface of the stream, and shadows rippled upon its water, along with the golden shimmering of the sun. Among the branches and twigs and roots of trees and shrubs, wildflowers peeked, adding color to the changing flutter of light and shade. girl nudist Among the crags of a distant mountain peak, a waterfall flashed against the bare rock walls. Despite the dangers of this island, it was a beautiful place.
Ten minutes passed quickly. Thinking that, surely, the monster had drowned by now, she found a suitable place to wade ashore. Water sluiced down her legs as she strode onto the damp earth. She sat immediately, gripped the creature in her feet, and pulled fiercely--to no avail. The damned thing was as immovable as ever. Baubo's brilliant plan had accomplished nothing other than to freeze her and to waste ten minutes of her time.
She gave up. She'd exhausted herself in trying to detach the flat, elliptical creature that had taken up residence between her legs. She hadn't been able to remove it, and she hadn't been able to drown it. She'd have to come to accept it as a part of herself. Although she wasn't happy about her new body part, she'd have to resign herself to its presence. She might as well get used to it; it wasn't going anywhere. Perhaps, if she ever got off this island, she could appeal to Zeus to remove the creature. Meanwhile, she was stuck with it: it was part of her.
Having resigned herself to the presence of the creature, Baubo managed to forget about it--most of the bald vagina time, at least. At first, she couldn't stop thinking about the grotesque creature that nested between her legs, its phallic-shaped appendages lodged inside her vagina and her rectum. Now, she thought about it less and less often. Sometimes, she'd forget about it for hours.
However, a disturbing thought presented itself. What if she had to relieve her bladder or evacuate her bowels? How could she do so if her anus and her urethra were sealed shut by the creature that had not only covered but also filled both orifices through which she performed such necessary functions?
Now that the thought had occurred to her, Baubo was unable budding breasts to dismiss it. She dwelled upon it. Within moments, she felt pressure inside her bladder and her intestines. She felt the need to urinate and to defecate. Before the thought had occurred to her concerning the creature's blocking of her cunt and her ass and what its sealing of those cavities implied concerning her ability to discharge her body's wastes, Baubo had felt no need to relieve herself. Now, it seemed that the pressures inside her bladder and bowels increased with each micro mini thong bikini passing second. What would happen, she wondered, if she were not able to relieve herself? Was it possible that she could explode? She had no idea, but she sure as hell didn't want to find out!
Afraid, Baubo again seated herself upon the ground, ignoring the grit, the twigs, and the black men fucking blondes small pebbles that dug into her backside. Using girls nude her feet as hands and her toes as fingers, she took a firm hold upon the flesh of the folded creature and yanked as hard as she could. The thing's flesh stretched as much as a foot, but the creature remained in place between her legs, sealing olsen twins naked off her asshole and christina model her urethra, her rectum and her vagina.
Damn! Baubo thought. What was she to do?
The pressure inside her bladder continued to build. The organ was probably half again its normal size, the goddess thought. How big could it get before--well, before something redhead teens happened? Something really, really bad! For that matter, what volume of gases could build inside her intestines before, unable to vent them, she felt the winding cylinders burst within her?
Baubo squirmed. The pressure free hot cheerleader building inside her bloating bowels was becoming uncomfortable, as was the pressure in her bloated bladder. Again, she tried, desperately, to tear the creature from her body, but to no avail.
For some reason known, if at all, only to himself--or for no reason at all--Zeus had been pleased to create Baubo without hands or arms or head. If only he hadn't done so, she might be able to use her hands to snatch this monster from between her legs and toss it off a cliff.
Just as a hypochondriac is convinced that every twinge, tic, ache, or itch is a symptom of the onset of a dreadful, perhaps fatal, disease, Baubo became more and more convinced that she had to void her bladder and her bowels or explode. The more she thought about it, the more she had to go. Her every moment was misery, and each passing instant multiplied her suffering until she thought that, were she unable to piss or shit, she'd go mad.
Apparently, she decided later, upon reflection, hot naked girls the creature was able to monitor and measure the true extent of the pressure within her bladder and bowels. Somehow, it sensed or knew how much her bladder had inflated with teen shaved urine and how much fecal matter waited within her bowels, for, just as Baubo girls with camel toes could not endure for another second the cramping naked models pains within her abdomen, the creature lifted itself an inch or so from the sex goddess' body, allowing Baubo to dribble her urine and excrete her feces past its underside. Baubo was so relieved to be able to discharge these wastes that she didn't think to try to high school cheerleaders nude rip the creature from her body. Instead, she simply delivered the golden shower of her urine and the brown shower of her feces. As soon as the excretions ceased, the monster black babes snapped itself back into place, as flush against lindsey lohan bikini Baubo's body as if it were not a separate entity but an outgrowth of the diminutive deity's own physique.
It was on the morning of the second day that gay redhead Baubo experienced the orgasmic effects of whatever it was that the creature did to her with its phallic nude girls appendages. The fleshly tentacles could lengthen or contract rapidly, so that, in effect, they thrust themselves back and forth through Baubo's impaled sphincters, both fore and aft. Although it at all times remained stationary, it grew and retracted its penile-appendages so rapidly and forcefully that it seemed to Baubo as if she were being fucked simultaneously in both her cunt and her ass. The shafts touched one another through the thin wall between her vagina and her rectum, adding to the blonde hardcore sex intensity of the sensations that Baubo experienced. Moreover, the phallic-things actually vibrated, throbbing rapidly against the muscular rings of her anal and and her vaginal sphincters, producing an audible hum not unlike that nude boy of a cat's purr, only much louder.
Involuntarily, Baubo responded. Her cunt became a river. Inside her pussy, it seemed that, all along the phallic appendage, dozens of tiny tongues licked and lapped at the walls and tissues of her cunt, slurping up the organ's precious juices. Amazingly, the tentacle-like things could also change temperature, and they did so all the while that they hummed and pulsated within her orifices, becoming warmer and hotter or cooler and colder according to some internal, justin timberlake naked biological thermostat. The combined effects, although perhaps unintended and accidental, were to produce orgasm after orgasm. Baubo shuddered and moaned with one sexual climax after another, her heart pounding, her lungs heaving, her flooded cunt throbbing, and her slick, wet clitoris pulsating, even as her asshole fluttered frantically and her thighs and buttocks flexed and clamped.
Nor did these magnificent orgasms subside in an hour--or a day. They lasted for weeks at a time, driving Baubo almost mad with the intensity of the pleasure that built and built within her, each wave of ecstasy overlapping the next, as succession after succession of rapturous delight swept through her, pounding her soul as much as her body. Baubo was reduced to a writhing body. She lay upon the ground, squirming and wriggling, her kicking legs pin wheeling her round and round on her back as she moaned and groaned, climaxing again and again. The elimination of portfolio teen model the wastes of her body seemed a forgotten need. She felt no need to eat or drink, either, nor to sleep. She was hardly a person--or a goddess--at all anymore. Instead, it seemed she was simply a cunt and a clitoris, an ass and an asshole, all afire with the overwhelming, all-consuming experience of orgasm followed by orgasm, ad infinitum.
Centuries later, if not miles apart, Willow had finally caught up with Andrew. Now, she meant to make him pay for his part in Tara's death. She wasn't going to kill him, though, as she'd once been content to do. Death would paris hilton naked have been too easy--and too good--for someone like Andrew.
Baubo heard, rather than saw, the tidal wave as, fifty feet tall, it rushed the island, swamping the lowlands. Atop the crest of this mountainous wave, Poseidon rode, trident in hand. In dispatching Baubo to this enchanted island, he'd meant to reward Baubo, but, he realized after speaking with Zeus, that the orgasm-inducing organism could never be detached or killed by anyone less than one of the chief deities of the pantheon. Fortunately, he was one of them. He'd come to rescue the diminutive deity who had so well pleased him when he'd had sexual relations with her a month ago. He rode the crest of the wave inland as far as he could, and, then, assuming the fleshly form of a giant, he strode into wet and wild pussies the rising hills.
When he reached Baubo, the sex goddess was in the throes of ecstasy--a more or less continuous orgasm that super micro bikini had gone on for hours and days and weeks. She was exhausted, but the muscular spasms and contractions that ecstasy had brought and continued to bring, in wave after wave of intense passion, twisted and rocked her, and she sobbed and moaned with a passion that was akin to babe teens grief.
The god of the sea stabbed his trident between her legs, spearing the creature that had provided non-stop sexual pleasure to Baubo for days on end. It dropped to the ground, its phallic appendages still growing and receding inside their stalks as they pulsated and hummed.
"What do big booty blondes you want?" Andrew asked.
He was nervous, Willow thought. He was more than just nervous, in fact; he was terrified. That's good, she thought. "This!" she said. She held out her hands, palms toward Andrew, and waved them apart.
Before her eyes, the astonished nerd shrank. His head diminished in size, seeming to collapse upon itself. At the same time, his features, enlarging, appeared to flow into his chest, which, as his head had done, shrank upon itself. His ears had vanished, melting into his molten, flowing flesh, but his eyes and nose and mouth positioned themselves in the cooling muscle, tissue, and skin, gigantic tits becoming a face within his belly. His head, neck, and shoulders were gone, as were his arms and hands, which had withered and fallen away from the trunk of his transformed torso. Andrew screamed, his voice breaking and quavering, loud and long, a siren's wail. "Noooooo!"
"Yes!" Willow cried. "Yes, damn you! Yes!"
Willow flung her hand aside, and Andrew's clothes ripped and tore, flying from his body. j lo butt He was naked. His penis and his testicles-filled scrotum dangled from his chin. He was as Humpty Dumpty-like a figure as Baubo, but with male genitals instead of female.
"What have you done to me?" Andrew screamed. "What the hell have you done?"
"Baubo," Willow said.
"What?"
Andrew had misunderstood Willow. She hadn't been answering his question; she'd been issuing a command, summoning the diminutive deity who was wandering the streets of Sunnydale. Instantly, Baubo materialized. Andrew stared, shock and free hot cheerleader disbelief on his countenance as he saw the feminine counterpart to himself. "What the hell is that?" he demanded, terrified.
"She's not a 'that,'" Willow corrected him. "She's a she--a goddess in fact."
"Willow, change me back," Andrew pleaded.
"A sex goddess," Willow added.
"You promised," Andrew reminded her. "You promised Buffy and Xander, Giles and famous brunettes Dawn. You said it was over."
"Now, it is," Willow replied.
Baubo grinned with delight upon seeing Andrew. At last, here was someone like her, a fit mate! This was the one she'd been seeking, she realized, in all her wanderings and journeys. She hadn't wanted to fuck gods and demons, trolls and lamia, Amazons and hydras--all this time, she'd been nudist pictures seeking the one male who would be right for her, and, now, here, in this unlikeliest of all worlds, she'd found him! The witch, Willow, had called him Andrew. "Andrew," she said, kissing his lips with hers.
"Willooooow!" Andrew cried, but his voice was lost in the sound of the rushing wind that had borne him and his consort off to Baubo's long-ago homeland, the Greece of Homer's poems, in which Zeus still reigned among the gods and Greece was home to creatures as mystical and strange, as wonderful and bizarre as Baubo and Andrew.
"It's over," willow said.
Tara's death, at last, had been completely avenged.
The End