Chapter 5 – Something’s Changed…
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.
A hairstyle similar to the one that Jasmine now sported, albeit from quite a bit north.
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.
One of Jasmine’s nipple piercings
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 a 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.
Chapter 6 – Education
As lunchtime approached, Steven’s mind was all of a whirl. Much of it was connected with the previous evening; he was still struggling to believe what had taken place. At dinner he had seen his wife – wife, yes, wife; he was still struggling to mentally comprehend that he was now a married man – for the first time after her “modifications” as the servants termed them. Jasmine had been beautiful to begin with, but when she walked to the table he had been almost bowled over by her new appearance. Her gorgeous face had been enhanced by some clever makeup that made her almost resemble a doll, whilst on her head she sported the most incredible hairstyle that he had ever seen: an enormous coil of plaited hair, decorated with flowers, jewels and ribbons. But it was below her face that most caught his attentions: her previously humble breasts having been transformed into two magnificent orbs that strained beneath the tight silk of her ao dai. They were huge and so inviting! Ok, maybe not so enormous as those of the maids whose breasts were easily each as big as their owner’s head, but impressive nonetheless and perfectly round, like two balls grafted onto her chest. And below that chest, her waist, never thick to begin with, seemed to be narrower whilst her hips splayed out into a full bottom that also similarly strained against the fabric of her costume. She was a vision of female beauty – nay, sexuality – and he could not stop staring at her all throughout the meal whilst his newly-enlarged member could not stop straining against its fabric prison.
And as the meal progressed with the food and drink they imbued, those feelings only grew; both him towards her, but he also noticed Jasmine repeatedly glancing through the table at his aching tool, as if it was made of glass, biting her plumped up lip. Straight after the meal, both elected to retire to their joint chamber, and the moment that they were through the door they threw themselves on each other with a raw, unrestrained, animal lust. Whereas before he had felt somewhat inadequate, now he felt… he didn’t have time to even think what, just he felt and he felt and he felt. When they both finally desisted several hours later, they fell asleep in each other’s arms immediately.
Upon waking, they were at it again, though this time there was a slight difference. In the night, Jasmine has taken out her braid and now her long, long hair splayed out all around her. Steven loved it when she climbed on top of him and the hair covered them both, like their own private shroud, hiding the two lusty lovers away from the watching world, making it secret and all the more special. Perhaps because of this or perhaps not even though they had sated themselves beforehand, over breakfast both were looking at one another again with the same eyes as the night before, desperate for more. When he had been called away to meet a certain “Honoured Chandarith” and was told that Jasmine needed to be elsewhere, he felt devastated.
Honoured Chandarith turned out to be his tutor in the necessary skills and arts of becoming the emperor. His job was to explain to Steven what to do and say and why. And that started with his name. “From now on you shall no longer be Steven but Nguanamthom,” stated the advisor. Since Steven could not even pronounce the word, he asked why and was curtly told that Western names are degenerate and unfitting for Sukhothai people, nevermind royalty, and that Nguanamthom was the name of an ancient monarch of the land. Steven then asked about the changes made to his penis, and it was explained that this was all to do with him becoming an incarnation of Ragaraja. “How can you become a symbol of fertility with a small penis?” Honoured Chandarith had asked him, a question for which Steven could not think of an answer. “But why do I feel so sexually excited now?” he then asked. “Because the deity is already entering your body,” replied his new teacher. As a rationalist, Steven had objections to this answer but he did not voice them. “When I saw Jasmine, I felt that I could hardly control myself,” he continued. “This is to be expected and it is healthy; she is your wife after all, the one with whom the fertility god mates. And also she is beautiful I believe, doubtless more so following her own progressions toward divinity. You – as in the boy that arrived here a few days ago – feel attracted to her – as in the girl who also arrived here a few days ago – and so you have desire, but also Ragaraja who now starts to dwell within you recognises and feels desire for His eternal consort Sowathara and is compelled to mate with her. It is understandable.” In the interest of fully accepting his new role, Steven was instructed to now always wear a royal sheath, if not the finely decorated one he wore on his wedding day.
Following this, the day became more boring and, with only an old man to look at, Steven felt his longings and urges lessen, although whenever he thought fleetingly of either Jasmine or the maids, his tool would stiffen a little in its sheath. Instead of sex, he had to concentrate on making speeches, a major part of the emperor’s role. Honoured Chandarith coached him on how to speak eloquently without his foreign accent, and he spent hour after hour reading texts extolling religious virtues or congratulating people in one way or another. It was dull but necessary and eagerly he looked forward to a little time with his wife (or maids) again.
That wife was now engaged in her own form of education which was far less staid. She had been taken away by her maidservants for some “training” very much connected to her role as an incarnation of Sowathara. They returned her to her bedroom where she was stripped naked again and this time some impressive sex toys were brought out. “A wife’s primary goal in life is make pleasure for husband,” explained Somanass. “Now we teach you how to pleasure!”
This rather excited Jasmine who, ever since she had returned from her modifications, seemed to have acquired a far greater desire for sex and was always thinking about it. However, what the maids had in mind was not what she expected, for instead of pleasuring her love cavern, instead they ordered her to kneel on all fours on the bed and then started to go to work on her bottom hole. Immediately she rebelled but Somanass was quite firm that it was necessary, explaining that noblemen in Sukhothai expected to use both holes and that her rear one thus required training as it was currently too small and tight to accommodate her husband’s new, mighty member. This training involved the insertion of a pink plug into the orifice. It was not large and Sukhumala lubricated both the plug and the hole well with a fragrant oil before teasing it in. Having something inserted in that place was a strange experience for Jasmine, though far more pleasant – once the initial, painful insertion had taken place – than she had expected. After it was in though, the maid started pumping a tiny pump attached to the plug and, to her astonishment, it began to expand inside her. After several pumps, it was declared suitable and the pump was removed leaving the plug in place and now so large inside her, that it was impossible to remove. “But what am I to do?” protested the young empress. “Mazesty, it stays there, always. That is how your hole is getting larger.” Jasmine got up and tried walking about with the plug inside her. She felt full and bloated but at the same time the sensation was quite pleasant, almost a turn-on, and she found her hand straying towards her pierced pleasure nub. “No Mazesty, not you! I will help!” protested Somanass, leading her mistress back to the bed and then lowering her face over Jasmine’s private area.
So the butt plug stayed and was joined by a large pink dildo, even larger, Jasmine thought, than her husband’s new member. This was inserted after Somanass had finished her ministrations and her mistress, still panting from the exertions, was in no position to object. Attached to the dildo was a leather strap that went between her bottom cheeks and then was joined to a similar belt. Once it was inside, she felt so full that it reminded her of when she coupled with her husband following his penis enlargement, for she’d had the same sense of fullness then and enjoyed it immensely. So, the dildo too was to become a permanent feature, an ever-present reminder of her main function in life from now on. As she made her way slowly to the dining room for her evening meal with her husband, conscious of the two plugs filling her inside with every sway of her enhanced hips, Jasmine felt more like a sex object than a real-life girl.
That night, after their initial bout of lovemaking, the royal couple exchanged stories of each other’s days. Steven was fascinated by her wife’s plugs whilst Jasmine thought what he had had to endure sounded far less fun. However, the following day she discovered that making speeches was to be an important part of her role too and most of the day was spent repeating phrases and full speeches in Sukhothai, a language that Jasmine barely spoke at all (in sharp contrast to Steven who had been brought up with it being spoken in the house). However, the task was made even more difficult by another addition to her wardrobe: a tight corset! Sukhumala explained that noble Sukhothai women all had their breasts, bottoms and lips augmented as had both the maids and their mistress, but in addition to this a tiny waist was deemed to be desirable as a symbol of sexual attractiveness and also of the fact that Sukhothai noble ladies are not required to work. Jasmine’s corset was a short one that finished underneath her ballooning breasts. It was made of white silk but boned to such an extent that it stayed rigid even when not being worn. When it was laced onto her she found it pleasantly supportive, then tight, then really tight and constraining and then so tight that it made her feel dizzy and she ordered the maid to stop. This order was ignored until a few more tugs later, when Jasmine felt herself floating away, the laces were finally tied. Sukhumala announced with disdain that it was still two inches from closing, making her waist a “broad” 24 inches. So it was, that as she repeated ad nauseum thankyous and bridge opening speeches in a language that she barely spoke, she had not only the tingling on her clit and nipples caused by the rings, and the feeling of the plugs in her two holes, but also a restrictive and crushing corset to cope with. That said, that evening as she went for dinner, the look on Steven’s face when he saw her new look almost made it worth it, and that night he could not keep his hands off her tiny and rock hard waist as he rammed his member into her front hole.
Whilst Jasmine had been learning speeches, Steven had spent the day being taught by the Honorable Chandarith about the empire that he was to rule. He learnt all about the different provinces, the current issues with the Muslim separatists in Sumatra who had caused the deaths of all the royal family a few weeks before, and then also about the different social classes in Sukhothai.
It transpired that there are four classes or castes in Sukhothai society and that how they live is very strictly regimented. At the bottom is the Sudra caste, which basically consists of the working classes; whilst above them are the Wesia, the merchants and businesspeople. Above the Wesia are two more, parallel castes, the Brahmana who are the priests and religious, and the Satria who are the nobility from which the royal family are drawn. The Honorable Chandarith – who was a Brahmana – explained that one of the easiest ways to tell them apart was how the females of each caste appeared. Sudra females did not enhance or modify their bodies at all, this being against Sukhothai law, whilst Wesia women were allowed – although many could not afford to – increase the size of their breasts to a maximum of 1000ml and augment their lips. With the Brahmana and the Satria however, things were quite different. Brahmana women, due to their immense piety, stayed covered at all times, only showing themselves to their husbands. In contrast the Satria women modified themselves extensively. It was considered a disgrace for a Satria woman to have breasts smaller than her head and all of them also enhanced their buttocks and facial features too as well as other areas. Steven now understood why Jasmine had been kept so hidden since even now she still did not reach normal Satria standards, and he suspected she may be having more mods to come. But what of the men, he wondered? The Honorable Chandarith then went on to explain that, since it would be inappropriate for a Satria male to have a smaller penis than a Wesia or Sudra, all had the same enlargement operation that he had undergone and this was why their costumes with the elaborate penis sheaths were designed thus: they emphasised the virility of the wearer.
This made some degree of sense to Steven, although it didn’t help him with his problem which was, namely, the penis sheath. You see, the decorated sheath was slightly larger than his member, even when erect (which was quite often these days), so when he was sexually excited, the penis would stiffen and brush against the silken lining, but, since the sheath itself was rigid, there was nothing that he could do to relieve the tension and so during his long and boring speech-making sessions, if his mind happened to wander towards a mental image of Jasmine or one of the maids, the tension became unbearable and it would be some time before his member would calm down again. Slowly he was beginning to realise that not everything about being an emperor would be so easy.