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As a goddess, it is quite simple to take control of someone. From simply forcing their bodies to obey by pulling strings, to hypnotizing them into doing what you need them to do. There are a thousand different ways to do that.

But today, I am trying something else. Something different.

Equivalent Exchange.

I give you something, you give me something. It’s as simple as that. And the more I give, the more I can take. Nothing is easier to understand than that, right?

Then let me try it out on you.

“I’ll give you bigger breasts, but in exchange I want control over your arms.”

A fair deal, wouldn’t you say? No? Doesn’t matter to me. An equivalent exchange is an equivalent exchange.

Now then, imagine there is a slider. An invisible slider that controls the amount our exchange has progressed. Should the slider go to 100%, then your breasts have tripled in size and your arms don’t obey you at all anymore, only me.

Now then, imagine that slider slowly moving to 20%. I see your eyes widen in shock. Your chest swells noticeably, straining against your top. At the same time, your arms twitch and jerk slightly, no longer fully under your control.

How does it feel?

Can you feel your body changing? Your breasts growing heavier, fuller? And your arms... they're not quite yours anymore, are they?

I can see the panic in your eyes as you try to lift your arms, but they only respond sluggishly. Your fingers twitch and tremble against your will.

Don't worry, you can still move them... for now. But I wonder, when you can’t anymore. Shall we push it to 30%? Or better, imagine your slider slowly moving to 50%. Halfway to perfection.

I watch with fascination as your chest swells even further, straining against your now too-tight top. The buttons start to pop open one by one, revealing more and more creamy flesh. Your breasts are now easily double their original size, heavy and round.

At the same time, your arms grow stiffer with each passing second, becoming harder to put them into any other position than motionless at your sides. You try desperately to lift them, to cover your exposed cleavage, but it was as if they were working against you. You do manage to cover up, but I can see the terror in your eyes as you realize how impossibly hard that felt.

How does it feel? To have such a luscious new figure, but having to fight to touch it? To feel so exposed, so vulnerable?

I reach out and cup one of your newly enlarged breasts, feeling its weight and warmth. You gasp at the sensation, your body trembling.

Let's keep going. And this time, all the way. Imagine that slider in front of you, but this time there is no break. It goes from where it is to the very end.

And your chest surged forward once again, finally reaching the size it truly belonged at. Once it had reached a size eclipsing your head twice over, it stopped growing, but that wasn’t all.

I can see your arms went limp. Try as you might, they wouldn’t move at all. They weren’t yours anymore. They were mine. And as such, I want them to cover up your massive breasts, but keep squeezing them lovingly and pervertedly from time to time.

Now then, let's move on to our next deal.

“I’ll give you longer legs, thicker thighs and a perkier butt, but in exchange I want control over your legs.”

Once again, I would call that a fair deal. Now then, ‘legs’ begin again. You know the drill. When it reaches the end, you will have the perfect hourglass bottom half, but also your legs will belong and listen to me and me alone. Are you ready? Let's go with 20%. Imagine the slider go to 20%.

Time to watch as your legs begin to lengthen and fill out, your thighs gaining a subtle but noticeable curve. Your hips widen ever so slightly, giving you a more feminine silhouette. At the same time, I notice a slight hesitation in your steps, as if your legs aren't quite responding the way you expect them to.

You try to take a step back, but your movements are sluggish, uncoordinated. A flicker of fear crosses your face as you realize you're losing control.

Do you like them? You will surely have the most shapely and beautiful legs you will ever see when I am done with you.

You seem to still be fighting to maintain your balance, your new proportions throwing off your center of gravity. Your skirt rides up higher on your thighs, exposing more of your smooth skin.

Shall we continue? Let's imagine the slider to move up to 50%.

You have a good imagination. You surely just thought about the slider reaching 50%. And I bet you also can tell that my excitement grows as your lower body transforms even further. Your legs lengthen dramatically, becoming long and slender. Your thighs thicken and tone, developing a luscious curve that begs to be touched. Your hips flare outward, creating an exaggerated hourglass figure that would make any pinup model jealous.

But as your body reshapes itself, your control slips away. Your legs tremble and shake, barely able to keep you upright. You take a step, but it wasn’t you who did it. Boy the look on your face is phenomenal. Yes, for now our control over your legs is still equal, but that is sure to change.

Also I heard that. That was an adorable squeal. Did the squeeze from our hands feel that good, hehehe~

Alright, then time to dial it up again. Do me a favor and imagine the slider going up, up, up towards max again. And then… come towards me.

I can see the realization dawning in your eyes as your legs begin to move of their own accord. They carry you forward, one step at a time, bringing you closer to me. Your hips sway seductively with each step, your new curves on full display. Your thighs have grown thick and powerful, straining against your skirt. Your backside has rounded out into a perfect, perky bubble.

You try to resist, to plant your feet, but it's useless. Your legs no longer obey you. They're mine now, just like your arms. I drink in the sight of your new body, admiring my handiwork. You're the perfect hourglass now, from your massive breasts to your tiny waist to your luscious lower half.

I circle around you, running my hands along your curves. You shudder at my touch, but can't pull away. Your legs are stuck on the floor. And your arms have better things to do than help you fend me off. I can personally guarantee that.

Now then, onto our last trade.

“I’ll give you longer, more voluminous and more lucious hard, but in exchange I want control over your Mouth.”

Why? Simple. Because I want you to smile at all times. Try to fight it all you want, but my command will stay the same.

Now then, same exchange, same deal. Imagine a slider. When it reaches the end, then your hair is the most beautiful hair you have ever seen and long enough to reach your amazing bottom. And also, your mouth will do whatever I want. You ready? Imagine the slider go up to 20% again.

What a delight to watch as your hair begins to thicken and lengthen, gaining a lustrous sheen. It cascades past your shoulders now, framing your face beautifully. At the same time, I notice the corners of your mouth twitch upwards slightly against your will. You're fighting it, but a hint of a smile is forming.

Your eyes widen in alarm as you realize what's happening. You try to speak, to protest, but your words come out muffled and distorted. Your lips aren't quite obeying you anymore, aren’t they?

Having trouble talking? Don't worry, it will only get worse.

I run my fingers through your silky new locks, admiring how they shimmer in the light. Your hair has always been pretty, but now it's truly stunning.

In any case, let's keep going, shall we? Imagine that slider moving to 50% and lets see what happens.

As your hair continues to grow I couldn’t help but giggle to myself. It was flowing down your back in luxurious waves, and now past your mid back, thick and glossy. The color seems richer, more vibrant than before. You tried to shake your head, to toss your new mane, but it only served to get your new long hair into your face.

At the same time, that reluctant smile on your face widens. Your lips part, revealing perfect white teeth. You're grinning now, a dazzling smile that doesn't reach your panicked eyes. You try to speak, to cry out, but all that comes out is a cheerful giggle.

Isn't this fun? See you agree! That ‘Yessshhh’ was a bit slurred, but hey, I don’t have perfect control over your lips yet, so cut me some slack.

You sure turned out to be a beauty, didn’t you? Your massive breasts are eye magnets, and even more so under your amazing self caress. Your legs could make models go out of business, while your hips could cause car crashes whenever you sway. I better be careful where I walk with you then. Hehehe.

And finally, there is only one thing left to do. Now then, imagine the slider going all the way 100% for the best hair ever.

And thus your hair undergoes its final transformation. It grows rapidly, cascading down your back in luscious waves until it reaches your newly enhanced buttocks. The strands shimmer with an otherworldly luster, each one perfect and silky smooth. It's a mane fit for a goddess, framing your face and accentuating your curves.

Not a real goddess, of course. Just a fashion goddess. The real goddess title is reserved for me and only me~

Regardless, as your hair reaches its pinnacle of beauty, your control over your mouth vanishes completely. That dazzling smile widens even further, stretching from ear to ear in an expression of pure, unbridled joy. Your eyes, however, tell a different story - one of panic and desperation.

You try to speak, to cry out, but all that escapes your lips is a melodious laugh. Your voice rings out, clear and beautiful, but the words aren't your own.

"Oh, thank you so much!" you exclaim, totally not saying what I want you to say. “How could I ever repay you for this amazing body?“

Well, there are a few ways to repay me, obviously. Like becoming my personal model and wearing whatever I want you to wear. And of course, showing off whatever I want you to show off.

There was no need to wait for a reply, but for fun's sake, I made you say “That sounds amazing!“. Just to make sure you knew that you were okay with it.

And thus, your story ends. As my personal model with ginormous breasts, the best hourglass figure in the world, the most luscious hair, killer hips and the most beautiful smile in the world.

…and of course, none of that belongs to you. Obviously.

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Let’s make a deal. I promise this will only go poorly for you.