The Garden

I knew that this would happen, but I could not believe it even as my body changed. I could not get over how the power of the Fertility Goddess changed everyone who entered the Garden of Paradise into a vessel for her blessings. I could already feel her power well inside of me, even as I became smaller, softer, and more feminine. Did I have any regrets? Take a good look at this body and ask me again!

Request: Philippe learns a lesson

"Do you truly want power?" the divine being asked.

"More than anything!" Philippe replied immediately. "It is the reason I summoned you. Now do as I command!"

There was a flash, and judging by the weight on his chest, Philippe immediately knew that the goddess was intent of subverting his request.

"What have you done?" he shrieked in a high-pitched voice.

"I have done what you asked. I have given you power. Power over men, and power within your society, if you can learn to use this 'social media' of your culture to your advantage."

"This is not what I requested!" Philippe demanded. "I demand access to divine magic."

"I'm sorry," the goddess replied. "But the man who summoned me no longer exists. Perhaps if you serve for a century as the priestess of the goddess of love, I may grant you some of my power..."

Request: Mark Learns the Rules

I had been tempted by the promise of infinite power. What can I say? I was weak.  But it was worth it. Now I had the full powers of the goddess Hecate.  There were only two catches. I could never leave the tropical island where I found the idol that changed me, and I could never again assume male form. Technically, that makes me a prisoner. Still, I don't feel too bad about my choice. I see a shipful of playthings heading my way. This should be fun.

Sex goddess

You should have known that wishes are usually granted literally. What were you thinking when you wished for me to be your 'sex goddess girlfriend'? Oh, I'll be your girlfriend, but remember that I have all the powers of a real goddess now. Since you forgot to specify that I SHOULDN'T be a total bitch, I'm going to make you pay for turning me into a chick.

Glade of Delight

I had stumbled into a magical glade, and it had remolded my body, changing my gender and restoring my youth. I had never felt so alive. In my head, I could hear the vice of an ancient goddess, offering me a choice.

"You may return to your old body, and when you leave this glade you will forget your entire experience here. But if you choose to remain my avatar, I shall grant you eternal youth. I will feed and grow stronger as your new body experiences sexual pleasure, and I shall grant you even further gifts if you bring more men to this glade to be transformed."

Like I needed a further incentive!

Choosing wisely

My name is Henry Smith, and I used to be an archaeologist. I always looked down my nose at treasure hunters, preferring a more analytic and scientific approach to my discipline. However, once I had translated the runes on a golden tablet we found in the Balkans, I was tempted to speak the incantation out loud. After all, they promised immortality to the speaker, and what did I really have to lose?

Let me answer that for you: My manhood. It turns out that the old gods were real, and the magic of a fertility goddess was bound up in that tablet. I have now become her avatar, bringing beauty, love, and fruitfulness wherever I go.

Goddess of Loooooooove

I knew that the idol was supposed to be cursed, but the chance to obtain an authentic Thracian fertility idol was too much to pass up. I had searched for years for an item like this. But as soon as I removed it from the tomb where it had rested for millennia, I knew something was wrong. My features grew fine and delicate, while my waist cinched into a narrow feminine form. Generous breasts ballooned from my chest, and my hips flared. The hair on my head grew long and fair while all other hair on my body vanished like dust. I could feel my male member withdraw into my body, but I had no time to mourn its loss before I grew a firm and inviting ass. Somehow, I was turning into the very image of the goddess whose likeness I held in my hand. Finally, my dusty clothes reshaped themselves into an elegant classical white gown. The Goddess Helae had been reborn into the world, and I was determined to share her blessing.