Chapters Ascension in the East Chapter 5
When the royal couple arose the next morning, they were greeted once again by the two consorts, Somanass and Sukhumala. The two modified women had breakfast brought up to the royal chambers, a luxurious meal over which the newlyweds chatted about their past lives and the days ahead. Jasmine liked this boy, but alas that was all he was to her. Steven was having the time of his life, moderately surprised they were getting along so well already. They both remarked, that if life were this simple for them, running an empire would be a good life.
It was then that Sukhumala arrived with an ornate tea set. She explained in her stilted english, that this tea, mixed with herbs and mild spirits, would be the first step toward Jasmine and Steven becoming the two gods they were to become. When prompted to explain further, Sukhumala elaborated, that the Empress was to embody a deity that represented caring, maternity, earthen passion, and unrestrained lust. Jasmine had always guessed she would have a large part in recovering the royal line for the country, but didn’t know about that last part. Sukhumala was already continuing, outlining Steven’s deity as one of strength, justice, virility, and pent-up passion and desire. He seemed to understand this in relation to his outfit from the previous night, one the two of them had laughed at in bed. She explained to them that this tea would bring them closer to the axis mundi of the earthen realm, and both Jasmine and Steven looked at each other, joking to themselves how overwrought this formality was.
When they finally had the tea in their hands, Sukhumala bade them to consume it in one swig, and both proceeded to do so, before the room started to spin. The jovial tone turned to one of terror, and Jasmine’s voice slurred, “Whaaat wash inn that?” and before she collapsed into her plate, her world went black.
When Jasmine awoke, she was resting in a lounge chair in the sun, with someone massaging her feet. She thought to herself that this must be heaven, that this warm feeling in her head meant she must have had too many drinks at this lovely resort…
But she opened her eyes. This wasn’t a resort, it was her new home; and as nice as that may be, Jasmine clearly remembered the boozy tea she had consumed without being informed of its strange effects. She was going to have to have a word with Sukhumala if this was how she was escorted to a spa on a regular basis. Jasmine giggled to herself that she wouldn’t put up a fight, but as she chuckled, she felt a strange weight on her chest, and looked down.
Her white silk robe clearly jutted forward, and her masseuse flinched when the young empress sat up in surprise. She quickly left as Jasmine examined first her now-sizeable breasts, then the strange feelings all over.
First of all, when she had sat up, her head felt quite heavy, and when Jasmine reached her hands to her hair, she found an elaborate braid, longer than she had ever had before, which wrapped around her head repeatedly. She wondered to herself how long she had been unconscious, but scolded herself. These must be extensions, she would have had to be asleep for months otherwise. She looked at her hands, which were now finely manicured, and noticed her skin, which had a smoothness she found pleasing but quite unnatural. Glancing aside her new tits under her armpits, the light stubble she had always waxed before ballet rehearsals was completely gone, and similar on her legs.
As she moved her legs, a faint tickling was felt between, and Jasmine grew worried. Somanass appeared with the frightened masseuse, obviously not speaking English as Jasmine demanded to go back to her personal chamber. As she was escorted back through the palace she still found quite maze-like, she reached up to her lips. When she had spoken, her command had not been as confident and clear as she expected, for her lips were quite puffy. Coming to her bathroom mirror, she realized why. In addition to her oversized bust, which no dancer could manage in a professional setting, her lips were quite prominent on her face, which unknown to her had been given a gaudy coat of make-up. She practiced some words to the large mirror and found herself able to still speak clearly, as long as she was careful not to trip over her own mouth. She glanced over at Somanass near the door, ashamed, before remembering the consort’s own modifications and comfort with her naked form her first night here. With a gulp, Jasmine disrobed from her silken robe to reveal her new body.
She looked down to find quite a change. Her formerly slight, athletic curves had been accentuated by the alterations to her breast and behind. Her nipples were pierced with bars that kept small golden floral rings pressed against her areolae, a look Jasmine had always secretly liked, but was now quite unsure of. Her hips now formed the lower part of a becoming hourglass, and Jasmine was not pleased. At this moment she felt that tickle again, and looked southward. Below her strangely smooth mons sprouted a clitoris that she had never seen this engorged. For god’s sake, she could see it herself and she wasn’t even aroused! The base held a similar floral ring, which looked quite firmly attached but not pierced as much as she could tell. When Jasmine looked up from exploring her vagina, her maidservant was standing much, much closer.
Before she could scold Somanass for all of these unconsented modifications, the nubile woman’s breasts were pressed up against the naked empress’ back, and her hands were exploring her hips and venturing closer to Jasmine’s exposed clit. She wanted to resist, to back away, but her maiden’s touch felt too good. Within a moment, Jasmine was moaning, eyes closed in response to the light rubbing of her engorged nub.
“Mazesty is getting so close now.” Somanass whispered.
While the maid may have been alluding to some religious transfiguration, Jasmine was only concerned with the unprecedented sensations emanating from her wet pussy. An hour later the empress was strewn across her lavish bed, exhausted, and Somanass was closing the door behind her. Only now, that she was breathing hard and head clearing up, did she remember what her complaints had been. How was she supposed to dance when her sense of balance was all off? Who decreed these surgeries? Who was she to complain to when she was supposed to be the leader of this country?
The day before, Steven had awoken to a similar predicament, but simpler. Where Jasmine had multiple parts of her body changed, the physicians focussed on only one part of the new emperor, his phallus. Before he had gulped down that “tea”, he knew for certain he was all himself, but after waking up, the first thing he now noticed was his firmly erect penis. Steven shuffled a bit under the covers of his large four-poster bed, trying to avoid his morning wood, which felt very tight and uncomfortable being as unaroused as he was. Slowly, in his post-sleep haze, he realized it wasn’t going away, and opened his eyes to look down. What he found there shocked and confused him, and he had to rip back the covers to check. Steven’s member now stood proud at 7 inches, which was definitely new. In addition, his balls looked to have gained some heft, though they still hugged his body. Steven was torn, for although he had always known there was nothing to be proud of in that department, it had been undoubtedly his, had it not?
Timidly, he stroked himself, almost moaning out loud at the ensuing sensation. If he hadn’t been turned on before, he was now. But why had this happened to him? His parents had never told him about such customs of the royal family, and sure he knew about the boob jobs, but enlarging the Emperor’s penis without his consent on the risks! This was too much.
But he stopped. He cared not for some tirade. Steven was a logical person, and the only release logical people crave is a temporary return to something more unhinged, animal. Steven thought about his new wife, their unimpressive first night, how he would make it up to her, and he slowly started to stroke himself. Luckily Sukhumala walked in at that exact moment, planning to rouse her master, but realized that was unnecessary when she saw the young man sitting up in bed, legs splayed out and engorged cock practically calling for attention. Though she could never tell Somanass, she enjoyed the pleasures of a man much more than the admitted eroticism of women. Therefore she needed no encouragement to walk over to the bar by the window sill, pour out some of the thick milky nectar the new emperor was prescribed, and slide seductively to him on the bed.
Steven, of course, had never had a woman such as Sukhumala, with her augmented lips, tits, and ass, look at him in such a way, and when she handed him the cup, he drank it in one take before locking lips with the maidservant. Her expert mouth slipped further and further down, and only then did the nectar get to work. Steven felt, even more than already appropriate, an intense sensitivity in his genitals, an intense need to fuck or be fucked by this gorgeous woman. All inhibitions, self-consciousness, and fear fell away as he needed to get his fix. Of course she was more than happy to oblige, as her lips wrapped around him and sucked.
That night, when Steven was joined in the dining room by his new wife, he realized he was not the only person to have been modified. Jasmine looked as beautiful as ever, but significantly augmented curves now pushed out from her ao dai, set against a face made-up for his attention, framed by an elaborate braid set high on her head. All of this momentarily distracted him from the same intelligent eyes he was slowly getting to know.
“Oh my! You look…”
“Oh just say it. I look absolutely ridiculous.” Jasmine cried. She was stopped short by his wide eyes.
“I was going to say you look beautiful.” Steven truly couldn’t keep his eyes off her, and she blushed.
Steven was happy he had sat down first, for his member now once-again strained against his pants. It still felt alien to him. Now, after ingesting that sweet drink the previous afternoon, it seemed like any slight shift against the fabric of his pants would encourage it to push forth at full attention.
He blushed hard, secretly pressing his engorged penis down against his thigh and trying not to succumb to the urges brought on by this sensation and the gorgeous woman across from him. Meanwhile, Jasmine thought that he must still be nervous. As she shuffled in her seat, she felt a strange emptiness between her legs, accompanied by the tickle she was now growing accustomed to as her sensitive flesh rubbed against the elaborate underwear. Lucky him for not having to go through these strange changes at the behest of who knows who, she thought.
Unknown to both of them, the rich broth now presented to the royal couple featured a special extract not unlike the Emperor’s tincture, specific only to these local rainforests, which would make for a night together very different from their first.