Babalon's Curse Ch 1&2 - Sex Stories

Babalon's Curse Ch 1&2

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Chapter 2

Janie had grown a new outlook on life, gone were her general boot cut or boyfriend jeans and over sizes shirts, to things more feminine. The more she thought he was wrapped around her finger, the better she felt. She started really seeing men, especially the ones who gave her attention, that didn’t before, now that she’s in tight jeans and jeggings, or what have you. Janie sought to try and raise her self-esteem and it was a battle. Even if she didn’t think she was all that attractive, she believed the lie even more.

“My, you seem like a whole new woman,” Babalon stood before her.

She looked around and nobody seemed to notice the woman standing there.

“I don’t know what happened, or if you did something, but I feel like I’ve woke up… or something!”

She just smiled.

“You’ve seen, right?”

“I have.” She smacked the butt of a man that walked by. “Isn’t he a nice looking one?”

“Nice

looking

. I heard him say earlier that I looked better the way I used to dress, said I’m showing off a bunch of nothing.” She scowled.

“Typical. I bet he was curious and checking you out regardless.”

“Men like him probably get who they want, so they don’t get it.”

“There’s always somebody they can swoon, so no loss is great.”

“Exactly.”

“I’m proud of you, you’ve exceeded my expectations.”

“Thanks. I still wish I had the body of a goddess.”

“I’ve seen you naked, you’re not far off. Just eat more?”

Janie scoffed. “Food ...

... isn’t going to make me look good. I mean… look at her.”

She pointed to a woman that had hips, a big butt, and a slightly bigger chest.

“And her.”

Another woman who was just ever so noticeably curvy with huge breast.

“Hmm… they are endowed. They have more than me,” Babalon replied thoughtfully.

“Exactly.”

“But they aren’t goddess, or built like one.”

“Are you serious‽”

“Not many

real

goddess look like them. Not only do I know most of them, but I am one, remember? There have been well endowed women all across time… of course those with excess, used to be rare. Despite that, we were the true visions of beauty, and those that couldn’t have us, chased the next best thing.” She dropped her robes, revealing her medium sized breast, pudgy stomach, hips that were just shy of her shoulder width, grand unruly dark bush. Spun and revealed her wide, round, although nearly flat butt. “Times may change, so do taste, but

we do not, this

is and

always

will be the body of a goddess. I might be a tad on the thick side, but I still count. And you, well… work out a little and you’ll look like Freya or Rati.”

“Who’s Rati?”

“Good friend of mine. Indian Goddess of love, infatuation, the pure sides of what I stand for. We don’t always see eye to eye, but me, her, and her husband Kama, are all on the same page relatively.”

“Oh, there’s so many of you.”

“Yes… we are the old gods many have forgotten, or think we don’t exist. You humans lost your damn way ...