Aphrodite Addict

          I lost my daughter to Aphrodite. It all happened so suddenly to me. One second, I'm shopping with my teenage daughter when a scarcely-dressed young girl surprised us. She held a bottle in her ridiculously-manicured nails. She insisted that we take it, maintaining a dazed, wide-eyed look on her face. I thought she was on something.

         As my daughter took the bottle, the girl just walked away in ridiculously high heels. When we returned home, my daughter's thoughts returned to that bottle. Then, before I could stop her, she sprayed herself. Her changes were almost immediate. All I could do was stare on, dumbfounded as my child morphed before my eyes. I thought I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw two breasts suddenly grow to massive size on her chest. When it ended, a buxom young lady stood in a tattered shirt where my daughter was moments ago.

         I would eventually learn that it warped her mind as much as it greatly did her body. She became a party girl, going out every single night. I've had many sleepless nights, going out of my mind in fear of my child's safety. When I finally confronted her, she just gave me attitude and then, an obscene gesture. I was livid! She no longer saw me as her mother but as some kind of a bank. Since then, she has been posting photos of herself for the world to see, drinking, flaunting her body, and in bed with men of all kinds. She even had the colossal nerve to steal my credit card to buy more of that Aphrodite.

          As a mother, I offer only a warning: Never let your daughter get ahold of Aphrodite. Once they spray themselves, whether by accident or on purpose, there's no going back. They're sure to become obsessed with maintaining their new appearance and possibly, their new lifestyle, at the expense of your own. I haven't seen my daughter since then, and I wish she hadn't taken that bottle. I should have realized sooner that something was off about that young lady. She turned my daughter into an "Aphrodite Addict".

 

It Is Not Easy Being a Goddess

                It's not easy being a "Goddess". You have to maintain your perfect appearance and your power over the "little, inferior people" around you at all times. You also need to have as much Aphrodite as you can carry with you. The last thing you want is for your "former, ugly self" to return unannounced. You consider her as a separate identity from you and want nothing to do with her or her life.

                You got careless once. You were out on a date with a wealthy stud muffin. He had the money and the body, at least on the outside. He was talking about his favorite things and hobbies when it happened. Your stomach started gurgling. You felt the pain from your abdomen. It wouldn't be anything you ate because you felt your stomach slowly starting to bloat. As he kept talking, her stomach became fatter and wider. The table you were sitting at hid your growing stomach well, but you couldn't hide the pain you were in. As luck would have it, you were able to get away when he asked if you were okay. You just needed to find a ladies' room, you said. You made sure to hide your growing stomach as you headed for the nearby restroom.

                As you closed the restroom door, you looked down and saw your protruding belly. No, not yours, hers. She was coming back, the slob who became you after spraying herself with Aphrodite. Turning to the mirror, you saw your flawless, tanned skin become pale and covered in freckles. You jammed your hand into your purse to grab your emergency bottle of Aphrodite, but as you searched for it, more fat formed in your thighs. You finally got it out as the lower half of your "old self" finished forming. A quick spray and she would be put "into submission". The fat in the thighs melted away, your tanned skin returned, and the awful protrusion that was your stomach shrank back into your hourglass figure.

                The handsome date, none the wiser, resumes talking about his life as you return to your seat. You had just avoided personal catastrophe and humiliation. It just goes to show that even being physically irresistible can have drawbacks if you're not prepared. He could have seen who you really were and become disgusted by who you used to be: A rotund, homely, freckle-faced freak. You would have been forced back into the mind of someone who won't know how she even got there in the first place. It's proof that it is not easy being a "Goddess".

Alexandra and Ali

        She was supposed to be the victim of a sadistic prank by some local teen boys, who had left what they called "Aphrodite bombs" on her front doorstep, but Mrs. Alexandra Hyte, the elderly woman who inhabited this home was having the last laugh as she opened her front door, exposing her flawless, well-endowed, well-sculpted body to the world.

"Can I help you?" She said to the awestruck boy at her door.

He answered, "Doesn't Mrs. Hyte still live here?"

        "Oh yeah," Even her voice could make anyone male faint. It was THAT sexy. "She's asleep right now and doesn't want to be disturbed."

        He couldn't help but stare at her mounds and midsection. She noticed this and said, "It's impolite to stare."

        Snapping out of his daze, he apologized and asked who she was, having never seen her before. He knew that the elderly Mrs. Hyte and her live-in housekeeper were the only ones who called this mansion home. She introduced herself as Ali, the "great-niece" of the old woman. She added to her lie by saying she was from out of town and visiting her "great-aunt" for the first time.

        "Do you always walk around your home in a bikini?" The lad asked.

        The mysterious beauty just said, "You like?"

        He nodded ashamedly. She just grinned like a Cheshire cat and gestured him inside with a perfectly-manicured finger. She had plans for the oblivious youth.

        Seems that this was just the beginning of Ali Hyte, the irresistible "great-niece" of Mrs. Alexandra Hyte.

 

Slutty Bestie

        *Sounds of lustful moaning*

        "Doesn't this feel soooo much better? No more hair in unwanted places. no more awful body odors, no... man-meat to drag you down."

        The woman in the middle answered only with moans, as she was too lost in lust to answer with words. The bleached blonde behind her was licking her massive rump in euphoric bliss.

        Each woman in this threesome was once male. The one in the middle had lost his friends to the power and potency of "Aphrodite" fragrance. He tried relentlessly to get them back, but they surprised him with a dosage of "Aphrodite".

        "It wont be long now." One of them said. "He has been sooo annoying, chasing after us like animals, thinking he could get his pals back. They gave in to the 'Aphrodite' a long time ago."

        "Soon, he'll be one of us." Said the other. "Busty, sexy, and fully feminine."

        "Why?!" Cried the young man as his body started to morph. The bleached blonde shushed him.

        "No talking. Just let the 'Aphrodite' take hold."

        His head of hair became longer, slowly growing down to his ballooning rump. Arm muscles melted like butter as his legs stretched like a rubber band. His waist caved in while his hips cracked outward. Some fat moved from his stomach to his thighs, giving them a sexy look. His "ball and chain" receded inside him and breasts slowly swelled onto HER chest.

        As the changes ended, a twisted split personality forcibly took control. She stood up and thanked the two women. Now the two had a new "slutty bestie" for their threesomes.