Before Meiko could press Brenda more, the door to the master bedroom opened and a bleary-eyed Tiffani stepped out.
Damn, she looks good, Meiko thought. Not at all like she just spent the last ten hours tangled up with Brenda last night. Her hair falls perfectly into place. Her complexion is so radiant she doesn’t need makeup. Her lips are so plump and red that I want…shit, I have to stop thinking this way.
At that moment, Tiffany looked up and saw Meiko. Her eyes went wide and those luscious lips parted as her jaw dropped. She lost her balance and fell to her knees. “Oh, Meiko,” she said breathlessly. “You look so lovely…” The look in her eyes was so full of hunger that Meiko grew uncomfortable immediately.
“Bren! Get out here! Now!”
The office door opened, and Brenda actually backed out so she could avoid making immediate eye contact with Meiko. She clearly had made some major changes.
“Brenda. Tell me exactly what you just entered,” she said in a voice that brooked no opposition.
“Well, ah, there was a lot to it,” Brenda said, shuffling her feet. But it more or less went like this: Meiko Weir no longer has any hesitation about gradually becoming more beautiful and powerful. She is already beautiful enough to inspire reverence and obedience in any who look at her, and she will become more beautiful and powerful every time she experiences an orgasm. ”
“You…fucked with my mind,” Meiko said. She was shocked, and more than a little angry as she processed what Brenda had just done to her.
“I freed you to achieve your true potential,” Brenda said. She was clearly hurt that Meiko was not immediately delighted with her initiative. “You new world is going to require a leader. Who better than a truly superior being?”
“Brenda, look at me,” Meiko commanded. Brenda was powerless to refuse, and as she looked up to meet Meiko’s gaze, her expression turned to one of blissful adoration. Meiko had truly become an angel…no, a goddess. If Tiffani was beauty personified, then Meiko had become the a paragon of unearthly beauty. Brenda wanted to speak to defend her actions, but she could only gaze at the perfection her stepsister had become.
“Oh, for crying out loud,” Meiko said. “Snap out of it. I command you to come to your senses and answer my questions truthfully. You too, Tiffany.”
Tiffany blinked as she regained her senses. She had no clue what was going on, but she knew it was serious. “Why don’t we go sit down in the den? We’ll be more comfortable there.”
A moment later, Meiko and Tiffani were seated together on a loveseat while Brenda sat in front of that laptop on the desk. Meiko noticed that her mother was playing with her hair and letting her hand brush Meiko’s thigh. Normally, Meiko would love the attention, but this was the woman who gave birth to her. She tried her best to ignore the flirting while she focused on Brenda.
“Brenda, I need you to reverse your last command,” she said earnestly.
“Do you really want me to? Remember, I know exactly what your deepest desires are.”
Meiko knew that in theory, having the kind of power Brenda just handed her would lead to countless complications, but she could not bring herself to issue the command she needed. She did want to be strong and sexy and powerful. The thought of being worshiped was causing a reaction in her that was getting her aroused.
“No, I guess you can leave it in place.”
“Does it make you happy? You should be honest, too, if you’re forcing your mother and me to be honest, you should be, too.”
Meiko drew a deep breath. “Fine. Yes. It makes me happy. There’s a dark place in me that really craves being worshiped. But that doesn’t make it right. But how did you know?”
“I told you already,” Brenda explained. “You set it up so that I shared your goals and desires, and that I would work to make you better and happier. So I’m glad you’re happy.”
“Wait. What was that first part?”
“That I shared your goals and desires. That’s why I’m happy to help you turn the world into a Sapphic paradise. And that’s…oh.” Realization hit Brenda like a ton of bricks.
“You want to be amped up yourself like you did to me, don’t you?”
Brenda blushed. “Kinda. But I don’t want things to get too out of hand.”
“Oh, things got out of hand a long time ago. Start typing. You deserve this, if only as a punishment for changing my thoughts without permission. Brenda Weir is as beautiful as Meiko Weir, with a firm and perky pair of H cup breasts. She will also become more beautiful and powerful with each orgasm, just like Meiko, with with the idea of ‘growing powerful’ in each case meaning not just size and physical strength, but gradually gaining special abilities that can transcend physical laws. Meiko and Brenda are immune to the effect their beauty has on each other.”
“Meiko…”
“Hit it.”
A second later, Tiffany was again gobsmacked at the sight of two goddesses in the room with her. It was all she could do to ask a simple question.
“Can someone please explain what is going on here?”