“My deepest darkest desire?” Gwen asked aloud. Her face was so comfy rested against Stella’s breasts, she felt safe and comfortable despite the fact her brain was a haze. She’d planned to turn Clarence back but was that really her deepest darkest desire.
She did everything for Clarence, she watched what she ate so Clarence could enjoy her figure, she’d neglected going to school so she could have and raise his kids once he was done, and she’d even gone as far as to fuck a demon girl for his freedom. Was she going to let him overtake her deepest darkest desire too? No way. His deepest darkest desire had t been about her, he’d wanted to be boobs and he’d gotten what he wanted. Her desire was for her not him.
“So are we turning Clarence back?” Stella asked with a yawn.
“Clarence? All I feel are your beautiful breasts,” Gwen yawned in response which made Stella start giggling. “You know what, I want to be rich, I want to live in an old mansion with a big library, servants, and as many books as I can read. I’m done with dick too, I want a girlfriend.”
“Mmmm, sounds lovely,” Stella smirked, tracing her finger through Gwen’s hair one last time. “And what about Clarence?”
“He’s boobs now, I don’t care about him,” Gwen replied while cuddling closer to Stella. “Is he even alive anymore?”
“He’s alive, but without a brain the concept of thought or existence is too complex for him,” Stella admitted. “The only thing he feels is when I’m sexually stimulated.”
“Then he won’t even understand a goodbye,” Gwen replied while looking into Stella’s eyes. “I’d like my desire now.”
“Granted,” Stella smiled and suddenly she was gone. Gwen sat up, finding herself in a four poster canopy bed in an immense bedroom with a writing desk, bookshelves, and other daily trinkets stern about. Her laptop was on the desk, her latest book on her nightstand, and her guitar was near the wall, though it looked far nicer than her old one.
She was dressed in a fancy nightgown that felt so soft she was almost turned on by it. Her bedsheets were so fluffy it was hard to pull herself away from them, and her bedroom was huge, decorated by paintings and old decor. She loved it.
She had her own private wardrobe bigger than her old bedroom and filled with dresses, coats, and outfits of seemingly infinite styles. There was a huge bathroom next to it with beautiful tiling and expensive looking but gorgeous mahogany cabinets and counters. Then there was her balcony, she pushed the doors to it open and gasped at the view. She had a view that looked over expansive gardens and woodland made of conifer trees. There was a gazebo, a pond, numerous benches for sitting on, and the air smelled crisp and fresh. Somewhat cold but that beautiful kind of damp cold you want earth in the morning. If she looked left or right she could see she was in a beautiful old mansion. She sighed in joy and leaned on the railing, pressing her breasts on it and jumping back when she felt something. It was faint but it was another presence.
She felt up her boobs and let out a laugh. Stella had left her one more gift. She looked more stunning than normal, all her curves a little bit sweeter. She could tell Clarence was in there, Stella had turned him from her boobs to Gwen’s own. His presence was faint and faded quickly, she’d forget he was there before long, in fact she forgot about him by the time breakfast was done.
A maid came into her room and asked if she’d rather eat in the hall, bed, or on the balcony. She chose the balcony and sat out there in the fresh air of the morning, drinking in the landscape of her mansion. She couldn’t wait to see what else was in store for her in her new life.