Jim goggled at the ditzy goddes in unabashed amazement, "That's hardly a cure. I mean, look at me! I'm a girl, A GIRL! Not to mention the horns, tali, cloven feet How'm I going to find a pair of shoes that fit these??,, oh yeah, and we can't forget the huge freakish leathery batlike wings growing out of my back!! By this point she was up on her hooves, hand on her hips, legs splayed out slightly and the only now aparent barbed tail twitching. She fumed silently a few moments as both Rick and Bimbeau digested the tirade.
"So... like, you don't wanna be a half succubus, then?" the mystefied Goddess asked. "No," Jim replied slowly so as to enunciate every syllable, "I do not want to be left like this."
Bimbeau stopped for a few minutes to think about it. Eventually, she decided it was just plain wrong and said so to Jim, "Look, miss, you can't just go around throwing away favors from Goddesses. If you really want, I suppose I can de-cleanse you and let you be driven to seduce men and suck their souls, but that just doesn't sound very fun to me. Well, the seducing men part, but sould are like, tottally not worth it. They get stains way too easy and are, like hard to wash. Plus, they never match any really cool outfits."
Jim felt his eyes pop out as the aparently vapid Goddess completely misunderstood the problem. "Let me try this again, with visual aids..." Bimbeau clapped apprecitively, she rather enjoyed it when potential worshippers gave demonstrations, or angelstrations if they prefferd. She giggled at her unspoken joke and watched Jim with rapt attention.
Jim waved his tail and caressed it with one hand, "See this tail?" Bimbeau nodded. "I am the only person on earth that has one, it kind of stands out. Now, see these hooves?" Jim tapped his left hoof, then right one forward on the linoleum of his living room table (which is part of why he's a confirmed bachelor...) Again, the Goddess nodded that she had indeed noticed the feature Jim pointed out, "No shoe will fit these. Now, see this wing?" Jim turned partially, showing off not only a wing, but a goodly portion of bare ass as well. Once more Bimbeau nodded her understanding. "They kind of make me stand out, and are hard to get clothes around. Now, see these?" Jim thrust out his impressive chest, much to Rick's delight, then spread his legs wider and gestured to include his pussy, hips, and pert, feminine ass as well. Bimbeau clapped appreciatively and nodded approvingly. Jim took a deep breath and spoke as clearly as he could, "I should not have these. I should be a male. Man type. You know, lifting things, opening stuck jars, scratching and belching, watching football on Sundays, things like that. man things. You DO remember males, right?" Bimbeau nodded emphatically as males were one of her favorite types of worshipper, followed closely by more males, and then some kinda cool females, then males again; and actually covered all the types of followers she gathered.
Bimbeau allowed Jim's demonstration to woble around in her mind a little bit. The visual aids were fun, but didn't include any masturbating or sex, which she though kind of detracted from the whole effort. Rick leered smilingly at Jim, who studiously ignored him, and replayed several of the visual aid events over and over in his mind. Jim, meanwhile, found himself fighting a raging horniness that he though Rick was supposed to have absorbed. Then again, he still wanted women, so maybe Rick HAD cured that part of his demonism...
Finally, Bimbeau stood up straight, her gauzy ribbons straining against her endowments, "Okay, I think I can solve your problem, Jim." And with that, she raised her arms and........
Mon Dec 22 02:02:11 2003