Oasis

 

Time seemed to slow down as Batu’s exhaustion hit its peak. Eyes surveying the veil of heat rolling like waves on the horizon, it felt ironic that this was one of the few formative choices he had made in life. He wouldn’t dare ask the others in the party, but it was apparent that they were lost. Lost in an unending desert that showed no signs of forgiveness. He asked himself for what felt like the hundredth time, “Why did I join this caravan?”

The question felt profound, so unyielding it felt easy to blame it for the pounding in his head. But no, that was the unbearable heat. A more appropriate question may have been why he had stuck it out so long, a year having passed with many journeys under his belt.

Men of all sorts from across East Asia came and went within their group, only a handful of veterans sticking around as the core. Their histories were unknown to Batu, but they were an unsavory group, beaten down and made angry by a life spent in hostile environments transporting the goods of wealthier heads. It seemed an unfair existence, but they pressed on as it had become the only life they knew. Batu could relate, not having much in the way of choice in his own life. He came from being an orphan on the streets scrounging for spare scraps. The caravan was a life of luxury by comparison, no matter how poorly the others treated him. But with the recent hardships of the heat, Batu found himself missing the chilling touch of stone against his skin at night. Inevitably he found himself asking yet again, “Why had he joined this caravan?”

Then his mind turned to poor Kovit who laid behind him. So he slapped himself, dug his heels into the dune and kept pulling his portion of the group’s burden: a half-dead man in a broken down cart missing its back wheels. The task of hauling it and its ailed cargo had been left to him after the others insisted on not wasting the last of their remaining camel’s strength on a lost cause.

The caravan’s many toe-curled boots sluggishly sank into the reddish yellow sand and their large silk coats and nehru-style jackets created double visions as they fluttered minutely in the wind. The wind itself had been a comfort for much of the journey with the sand dunes singing wherever it blew. As the water ran dry and supplies dwindled, that lovely noise soon became an ominous ringing in the ears. It now sounded like an eerie requiem for the dead.

The sound of yelling soon tore through however and Batu shook himself out of his daze to listen in.

“I’ve traveled the Gobi many times. We are not lost!” The head of the caravan assured.

“Pizda! You will get us all killed!” the largest and angriest of the group replied. He looked ready to strangle the other man before being held back by another.

“You’ve assured us all week we’ve been on route. It is time you stop lying to us and yourself!”

Batu turned away, unable to listen to the same bickering that had been playing on repeat for the past several days. Not that he’d find much distraction out in the barren desert, but he still looked for anything to take his mind off the dry air scratching his throat. Then he saw it, flanked by two huts just as old as Kovit had spoken of, standing out clear as day from the thick hazy veil of heat.

“O… O-O…”

Batu mustered as much strength as he could, his voice terribly weak. He needed to shout loud enough to overwhelm the angry party.

“OASIS!!”

Everyone’s yelling tapered off and turned his way, seeing him point off into the distance. A few squinted to be sure of what they were seeing. The leader approached with a laugh and shoved Batu to the ground.

“Don’t play games fool. There is nothing out here but preyful visions…?”

All of them stood speechless. They too saw it. The glimmering pool looked to be a mile away. It was no misty mirage or half-visible apparition, but an honest to god real one, of that they were sure. The men shuffled hurriedly towards its direction, leaving Batu in their dust to slowly gather his cart with Kovit and follow. Sweat trickled into his eyes, so he sadly had to wipe it away, having grown to prefer over the past few days to let any drops simply fall to his mouth due to the absence of water. Sucking his damp sleeve he pressed on, knowing that falling behind would be fatal, but relief now bubbled inside him.

Despite his elation, all that awaited Batu upon arrival to the Oasis was a punch to the face from the largest of the group.

“Stupid boy! Alna shuu!” He rabidly barked, eyes staring daggers through him.

Batu understood his reaction upon looking at the Oasis. Despite how it appeared from afar, like a blue beacon of hope, it was drier than dirt up close. The buildings as well were devoid of life and crumbling.

“Another mirage!” one of the men shouted, “What a waste! I will not die for you or that corpse you carry!”

He looked poised to strike Batu before the leader separated him. They were told to set up camp for the night.

Batu tried thanking the leader as he rose to his feet but was quickly shoved down by him.

“You and the geezer take the hut away from us. I don’t want to see your face until morning. You lead us astray again and that’ll be the end of you. Hear me!”

The young man gave a light nod and watched him angrily walk away. He hauled his cargo to their hut and set up for the night. On his broken cart rested an elderly man, his face shriveled with age, illness and thirst. He was barely lucid as Batu set him down.

“I’m so sorry Kovit.” Batu weakly spoke, his own strength barely hanging on. “I guess the heat has drained me of all sense. But don’t you worry. I’ll continue praying for the oasis you spoke of.”

Kovit was the real reason Batu had stuck with this sorry life. For a boy not so much a boy, yet unable to be truly called a man, the wise Kovit had become the father he never had and a kind place for him in a harsh, unforgiving world. It was clear however that time and age were claiming him. When his legs had given way during the crossing, he’d told Batu to leave him but the boy had refused, hauling him onward as his state worsened on the back of the cart. Kovit had told Batu of a small, traveling water source sent by the heavenly rulers to travelers deemed worthy. He said the number of dwellings surrounding the spring would change in accordance to the needs of the group, but was most often two huts. Kovit claimed to have seen the oasis many times in his travels, but never had the need to approach it, though it always brought him great reassurance.

As the moon rose Batu fiddled awake, unable to accept what appeared to be the end of his protector’s days, he shook his head, musing whether he was merely seeing things. Then he heard Kovit let out a cough and groan. As Batu approached to assist, Kovit shakily raised a hand to stop him, wanting only his attention.

“I… am sorry,” He weakly spoke before another coughing spell hit him. Batu wished to speak but was waved off by Kovit once more.

“I’m sorry… my little nok. I cannot… I couldn’t guide you…”

Kovit’s hand fell and he closed his eyes, looking to be holding on by a thread. Batu held back his tears and assured the old man that he would be fine and could handle anything with all that he had taught him. Deep down though he felt a hurtful rage. He knew that it was only a matter of time before he too would follow his protector in death, either by the desert or the hands of the other men. Unable to bear the sight any longer he walked out of the hut and into the cold night sobbing.

The rest of the caravan was asleep, and Batu, too parched to rest, found himself ambling away towards the ruins that lined the dead bowl of the once oasis. He felt ashamed that he wasn’t strong enough to stay by Kovit’s side, but it was simply too hard.

He kicked the sand at the lip of the pit. As he did something sparkling under the moonlight suddenly caught his gaze. His face stretching in awe, Batu gasped. He skidded down into the basin and arrived on its bed. A brilliant, crystal clear gush of water oozed from the sand, first forming a puddle and then a gleaming fountain. It was a minuscule amount but enough to fill a flask. Leaving no time to ponder, he rushed back to his hut to grab his container.

Batu gently lowered the flask into the cool water, watching it trickle as it flowed in. To his surprise though he couldn’t feel the weight of the fluids filling it. This was made clear to be one of the oasis’ majesties though, as Batu watched the entirety of the spring slowly flow into the flask, its sound that of a rushing stream. Goosebumps popped up on his body as he witnessed the last of the moisture disappear.

Batu quickly made his way back and lifted the frail man with one arm. The old man’s grunts thankfully showed he was still alive. With an anxious hand Batu pressed his flask against Kovit’s withered lips and gently tilted it, letting the mystical water pour into his body.

All Batu could do at this point was pray that it’d be enough to keep the old man from death’s door. He watched Kovit’s every movement like a hawk, his face slowly twitching to life as he downed the water. It was a good sign, followed by more curious ones. His hair that had been bleached by the sun was regaining its darker color, a shiny coat of black spilling out from his scalp. His face as well, which had pruned in the heat, was softening as if it were soil being moistened by the water itself.

After half a minute, the time that should have been needed for the flask to run dry, it continued to pour. This confirmed for Batu that what he had seen was not a lie, that he had found the holy spring Kovit spoke of. He just had to keep him drinking. As long as he could save Koivit that was all that mattered to him.

Batu tilted the flask further, letting the water flow even quicker. He could hear Kovit struggling to breathe through his nose at first, but he settled down into a calmer rhythm soon enough and continued to drink. His eyes remained closed but fluttered frantically, every gulp rejuvenating him inside and out. His limbs began to move once more and his aged, cracked skin was smoothing over. Batu couldn’t believe his eyes, but it seemed to be that the old man’s complexion was not only revitalizing, but becoming younger.

Hearing a brief hack, Batu asked if he was okay and was ready to pull the flask away just in case. However, Kovit grabbed hold of the flask with his own hands, surprising Batu. The old man then quickly rose to a seated position, sending Batu reeling back in shock. The young man stared on in awe. His friend who had been on the verge of death moments ago was alive and well, guzzling down an endless stream of water.

Kovit held onto the flask with an almost desperate grip, his thick hands, toughened from years of hard labor, holding it like a vice. Those sturdy hands that had comforted Batu within many warm embraces were beginning to change though, with each finger becoming slimmer and bulging knuckles sinking—their strength fading away into a far more slender shape that better conveyed their gentle nature. Every pore across their surface was wet with rejuvenating water, some of the fluids even spilling out from under his fingernails as each nail was dyed a pale turquoise. A baby-like softness soon covered their surface, with a healthy radiance returning to the dark brown skin that Batu could only stare on in confusion at. To him they appeared more to be the hands of a woman than the fatherly Kovit.

The smooth skin did not stop at his hands. Batu watched intently through every gulp that Kovit took, his complexion livening into a beautiful dark shade free of blemishes. There was a glossiness to it, light refracting off its surface as if it were the water that was filling him. Batu began to wonder if this was how Kovit looked in his youth. He couldn’t picture anyone possessing such unrivaled skin though, and knew in his heart that it was the Oasis’ doing.

The spring water’s direct hand in things became abundantly apparent once Kovit’s hair began to grow. Inch after inch poured from his shabby, short hair, each follicle watered like a plant by the water filling their roots. The gray in his hair turned dark with a damp, shiny coat, every thread of hair becoming thick and straight. His hair puffed with extra volume, his bangs growing long and wavy, the right side sweeping back and away from his face while the left side fell over his eye before curving towards the side in sharpened fashion. Much of his mane’s new length collected towards the bottom of his neck, clumping together and widening into a closed bundle that drooped down between his shoulder blades.

Through all this Kovit continued to drink, unhindered by the sheer quantity of water entering his body. It was unreal how a body could have taken in as much as he had, but there was magic afoot and anything seemed possible at this point. Batu didn’t dare try to interrupt, having the sense that whatever was happening to Kovit was necessary, a gift the old man deserved for giving word to the blessings of the Oasis. So the boy sat silent and watched; as the bundle of hair dangling from Kovit’s head swayed and expanded. The sound of lightly rushing water told Batu all he needed, that water was spilling into the bulb.

The bulb eventually halted in its growth, leaving the young man to ponder what was next or if it were over. He watched Kovit’s body tremble, his muffled groans hindering his gulps until he had to pull the flask from his mouth, letting it drop to the ground. He was completely out of sorts, his eyes looking aimless as he caught his breath. Batu called out to him and Kovit seemed to respond, yet he reached for the large bulb in his hair instead of towards him, cradling it up against his chest. Cradling it like a child, he spoke to it like a parent.

“The voices speak to me so pleasantly,” He softly spoke. “I feel… rejuvenated. All thanks to you my special boy.”

Kovit’s words had a tenderness to them he had never heard before. He was always kind, often soft spoken, but the way he was now sounded almost motherly. Batu, worrying for his friend, slowly tried to reach for the flask while he was distracted. Kovit caught sight of this however and desperately leaped for the flask, snatching it away.

“No! I am still thirsty!” Kovit shouted, before corking his mouth with the flask once more.

Batu was alarmed and unsure how to react. Should he make him stop? The satisfied series of moans spilling into the flask made things all the more conflicting. He saw the now youthful old man’s body pulsating unnaturally, his shoulders and limbs becoming more lean as elegant contours and sensual slopes eroded their broadness. His backside began to arch more distinctively and his round belly flattened, unusually deflating against the rush of water pouring into it.

There was no mistaking it for Batu, the man he admired was gaining some distinctly feminine features. He had shrunk at least a foot as far as he could tell, the clothes he wore sagging on his new petite frame. The neckline of his undershirt even began to slide down one of his shoulders. Kovit was as slim as the fairer sex and he was enjoying it, a tent rising in his pants.

He seemed to be in his own world, everything around blocked out as he relished in his endless drink. His flushed face and agitated little hops made it hard for Batu to not feel embarrassed, as if he was looking in on something private. Kovit’s still raising dick and building moans made it clear that this was a euphoric experience for him. The young man felt a twinge of jealousy admittedly, but he also felt something stir within his own loins as well. The slender slopes of his teacher’s exposed shoulder, the glossy, bowed-lips now filling out, and the long, black lashes growing around his fluttering eyelids… he was becoming beautiful.

Batu knew there was still a man before him, yet their visage was that of a goddess, and he could not wrestle his mind away from that truth. It was captivating in a way where he did not wish to intervene, simply watch, regardless of the shame he felt in his pants. It felt wrong to think of teacher in this way and it confused him as someone who only felt such feelings towards women. Still, he looked on, his heart beginning to race.

Suddenly Kovit’s body gave a few larger hops, his head slightly kicking back as the sound of a spilling waterfall could be heard. The bulb that had formed in his hair began to drop down towards his lower back, taking the shape of a teardrop as it did. The tip of the teardrop formed a sort of knot, blocking off the fresh water pouring into the hair above. It caused yet another bulb to take shape, bloating above and below it. The outpouring of new fluids caused an even more ecstatic outpouring of moans, every inch of the rejuvenated man shuddering in ecstasy.

It didn’t take long for the dam inside Kovit’s body to break, all the excess water he was taking appearing to have reached its limit, at least to Batu’s prying eyes. Tears of joy ran like streams down Kovit’s cheeks, as did drool down his chin. Even his ears and nose began to leak, but with sparkling spring water. Most bewildering was his fat cock—full of backup—cumming profusely in his jeans. It looked messy, white goop staining through the pants onto the outside cloth. Yet even that was made dazzling by the following torrent of water which swiftly replaced it, washing the stain clean with its glistening spillage.

CRACK! SNAP! SCRUUUNCH!

“MMMMPHH~!!”

Batu leaped back a step, startled by the sounds of breaking bones and deforming flesh filling the hut. The muffled cries of his teacher were alarming too, but sounded surprisingly jubilant given what he had just heard. What caught him most off guard though was Kovit’s eyes snapping wide open as he keeled forward. He was staring straight at him, perhaps even through him, pupils effervescent and full of splendor. They were an unfamiliar pink as well, adding even more allure to them.

He knew not what to do or what to say, but Batu’s body responded in earnest, an erection sliding up in his tight pants. His own eyes shook in awe at the most beautiful jewels he’d ever seen looking back at him, disappointment mounting as they started to roll back into Kovit’s head. He appeared to be tugged backwards, his neck craning towards its previous position from the weight of now a third expanding bulb sloshing about on his still growing hair.

Whatever blessing Kovit was being given, whatever enlightenment was possibly flowing into his head, there was no fear in him. Batu now noticed that the harsh breaking of his teacher’s body mere moments before came with the gift of elegance. His hips jutted wider and his sides had caved inward, creating a welcoming waist for which Batu wished he could wrap his arms around. He had never felt the touch of a woman, only ever admired from afar, but he could state with absolute certainty that the body emerging from the man he cared for like no other was the most beautiful he’d ever seen, and it was not even finished yet.

The changes seemed to be accelerating, as if they were encouraged by Kovit’s own acceptance of them. His chest began to soften and rise, the unmistakable shape of breasts forming. They gently kicked with each surge of fat, no doubt being filled with the blessed water. As they became larger, his loose clothing began to elegantly lift upon his chest and become soaked by the perky nipples beneath squirting into the fabric. It had been insane how much water Kovit had taken in, it had to go somewhere. The sheer amount of leaking had Batu worried though, the once man struggling to take even another gulp.

For a moment Batu’s concern overrode his arousal and he yelled, “Kovit! Please, you don’t have to drink anymore!”

His teacher continued though, desperate for more. His strained expression made it clear though that this was the last he could handle and he forced it down, clogging his throat for a few moments. Once the bulge of water made its way through he dropped the flask, a sense of overwhelming relief washing over Kovit, his voice sounding softer as it sighed—a lithe, feminine tone. But then came a rush and he arched back in pleasure, a cavalcade of rapturous moans pouring forth as his eyes were taken over by an aqua glow.

“Th-The Oasis, is in me! It’s filling me up!” Kovit yelled, his blissful, sultry voice cutting through the moans for a brief moment.

Batu fell on his bottom, alarmed by the sight. He couldn’t make sense of what Kovit was experiencing, but it seemed otherworldly, like a divine power was filling him up and pouring out his eyeballs. The leaking from his body had become worse too, every hole on his face crying profusely, and his clothes becoming drenched by the divine waters being expelled from his cock and swelling tits.

“This s-swirling in my h-head. Aahn! It’s flo-hooowing in! I don’t know if I c-can! It’s so—H-HOOOOH YESSS!”

Batu wished to respond, to call out to him, but his tongue was in a knot. He had nothing he could think to say. It was clear as he watched Kovit’s breasts jostle and grow and his ass rise like pillowy dough that there was nothing to be done. Whatever was happening to him there was no going back now. He was even beginning to feel blessed by the sight, bearing witness to what he could only describe as a goddess being born.

He squirmed as silently as he could, watching the magic unfold further before his eyes. Kovit’s wet clothes began to scrunch, clinging tightly to the tantalizing curves of his body. The creases and folds created by their wetness then began to wriggle of their own accord, as if moved by the water soaked into the threads. Both his top and jeans seemed to mesh together the more they wriggled as if they were fusing, all the while their color was being stained the celeste color of his glowing eyes. The blue was covering everything it could from his boots to the polished nails at his fingertips.

“Y-Yes I, Ahhn! I understaahooh!” Kovit shouted, forcing whatever words he could between his fervent moans.

“I am more now… Ooh! One with the Oasis!”

“Huhn? K-Kovit…” Batu softly groaned while feeling his cock stain his pants. His teacher’s voice was so sensual, his breasts becoming so bountiful, it was impossible for him to think of them as a man anymore. He was utterly embarrassed, desperately hoping that if the person he knew was still before him that he would not think ill of him feeling such haunting arousal.

Kovit’s demeanor was more elegant now, though still being filtered through a seemingly endless orgasm. Both hands opened and closed repeatedly once there, as if desperate to cling onto something for stability.

His saggy wet garbs, now a singular gown covering his body, began to change. It tailored itself before the watching Batu’s eyes, the top clinging tightly around the lower torso and chest while it tore apart at the neckline, revealing a gold collar around the neck. The top, now separated, quickly formed a sort of miniature jacket with golden borders around the front cuts of it. The area around the shoulders puffed up, but the rest clung tightly to the arms, outlining every graceful rise and dip of the blessed body it covered. The sleeves opened like water lotuses at the wrists, a thin, golden trim outlining the cuffs. The lower part of the top that hadn’t torn fashioned itself into the upper part of a white-blue dress with golden trimmings. It was certainly revealing around the chest, Kovit sending his own hands down to admire the lift it brought to his nearly fully exposed tits. While tracing the cleavage, his moaning became more controlled, the slurring of his words fading as his palms met the silk cupping his breasts.

He looked compelled to slip a hand in towards his freshly developed breasts, but was halted by the clothing lovingly embracing his lower body. So he brought his hands down from his chest, sliding them enticingly down his tummy, past a golden scarf forming around his waist. His moans became more controlled and less slurred the more his old outfit was erased. This new look felt so right, so… her.

“Yes I, I understand who I must be!”

The gown covering her lower body took the shape of a dress with more gold trimmings, a slit cutting itself open and exposing a large part of her left thigh to the blushing Batu still watching and rubbing himself. The leg was perfection, a savory thigh for which there was no temptation to taste, but to merely worship for its succulency. What was revealed only made Batu desire even more to see the rest, only the contours of Kovit’s desirable curves shaping the form of the tightly clinging dress. It was beautifully topped off by the dirty boots worn down by sand reshaping into a pair of light blue slippers without a speck on them.

Kovit now looked fit to be a goddess, but there was still more to come, another bulb forming from her body length tail of hair. Her eyes began to glow even brighter, indicating to Batu at least that things were heightening yet again. Despite this, his teacher’s tone continued to transition into that of a wise, well-spoken woman with poise who was no stranger to the exquisite pleasure she was bearing. She merely continued to soak it in, every ounce of the majesty filling her, letting it instill her with a greater purpose and mold her cultivating, fatherly nature into that of a mother.

“Yes, good, I shall carry it… Your wisdom! Your image! Your purpose! It is mine n-now… m-mine nowOOOH!”

The freshly forged woman felt herself crack a bit towards the end of her grand declaration, the godly powers awakening within her congratulating her commitment to their cause by unleashing the greatest pleasure yet, that of womanhood. She could feel it hollowing out her insides, carving a path into her squirting dick. She quickly adjusted and dampened her screams yet again. It did not mean she wasn’t cherishing each joyful tug to her dick however, each moan a deeply satisfied one.

The awakening Goddess cupped one of her breasts and sent the other down to her nethers, settling within the rhythms of her changing body, hoping to relish in every tug to her cock and shock to her nipples. The holy water within her kept flowing from no source other than herself now. She was the oasis, her final hair bulb sloshing with the very fluids now coursing through her veins. These waters had a purpose, to purify corruption and tainted hearts, to give to those most deserving. She was a kind, raging torrent of energy so—

“Pure… hooh! Batu! Gaze upon me~!”

Batu stirred throughout his body. The Goddess that was once his teacher acknowledged his presence and wanted him to be a witness to her birth. He couldn’t refuse and crept closer, eyes transfixed as he lowered his posture before her. She had her middle finger wedged between her balls slowly sucking inside her, rubbing back and forth in need. She seemed to grow more enthralled as he focused on her shrinking cock beneath the dress. Was it because he was watching?

The young man remained silent and listened to the building ecstasy before him, her bulbs filled to the brim with spring water, ready to pop as eagerly as her balls were to pop inside her. Her dick was so small now, he couldn’t even make it out against the tight dress. But it continued to leak with the rest of her, fresh wet spurts still plapping against the already soaked fabric. As if of same mind with her body, the end of her hair sprouted twin tails that curled, making it appear as if water was splashing beneath the last bulb. There was no doubt about it, she was close!

“Hooh, yes! Yes! Aaah! Let my w-waters! FLAAH! FLOOOOWOOOOOH!”

The goddess howled in bliss right as a loud series of squelches indicated to Batu that her dick was no more. A waterfall poured not only from between her legs, but her hair as well, each bulb rapidly exploding upwards in a chain and letting free all the stored up liquid within them. The ground beneath was flooded in the oasis.

Batu didn’t know what to do in front of the basking goddess other than bow before her. She collected herself slowly, her hair binding itself together into a tail once more filled with bulbs of water. At the same time the top of her hair styled itself pretty, bangs sweeping like waves over one of her eyes. Once the final bulb in her hair was full she ran her fingers tenderly across its glossy surface.

“That won’t be necessary my little nok. Up now.”

It took him a few moments, but Batu soon snapped to attention on his knees, realizing she no longer wished for him to bow. He was confused at first why the goddess referred to him by the nickname Kovit had given him, but it quickly became clear the moment he stared into her no longer glowing eyes. The color was different, as was the shape, but the way she stared at him was so… proud. It still was Kovit in there.

“K…Kovit?”

“Please dear. Call me Thorani.” she replied bearing a tender smile. Her voice was serene, calming all worry within the young man in an instant.

The still air was broken too soon however by the stampede of the caravan barging into the hut. The clanging of blades and shuffling of their boots made for an unsettling omen. The booming voice of the large man who loved to beat on him sent a chill down Batu’s spine.

“Te Nig Pizda! What is this screaming?”

He brandished his blades, tightly gripped. His eyes were like daggers pointed directly at Batu. The leader walked forth. But his gaze did not meet the young man. Instead it travelled beyond him to Thorani, all eyes on her. They all began to whisper.

“Yankhan yum aa…”

“I have never tasted one like her…”

“You best get in line…”

The leader stepped forth right as Batu rose to his feet. He was concerned about them hurting Thorani.

“look, I can explain! She—!”

SMACK

Batu fell to in a heap on the ground from a harsh strike to the head by the large man. His vision was hazy and he felt on the cusp of passing out. The leader then approached the woman before him with a sly smirk.

“Well. What do we have here?”

Thorani was greatly displeased by their actions. Not just now, but for how they had always treated Batu. Her paternal instincts for him mixed with her godly purpose to create a scornful scowl upon her face.

“I am a goddess!” She shouted, her eyes glowing in anger as water secreted from her form and circled around her. “And you will atone!”

A blast of blue light and the sound of rushing water was the last Batu could hear before he lost consciousnesses. The next thing he knew he was opening his groggy eyes to look at the radiant face of Thorani staring down at him. His head felt as if it were resting against a pillow. As he came more to, he realized it was her lap. She was resting him there, her hand gently stroking his head as water trickled around her palm. She had just finished healing the wound to his head.

Batu leaped up embarrassed, not wanting to demean a goddess by using her as a bed. He apologized, which made Thorani chuckle. She sat to face him and assured him there was no need to be so skittish around her.

“There is no need to fear me Batu. I know you have a good heart, and you will always be my little nok.”

Batu gave a reassuring smile and thanked her. He still admittedly felt a bit nervous, but was happy that it seemed the man he knew was still in there, and cared for him as much as ever. Looking to his side he saw a pile of the men, the caravan, all knocked out.

“Don’t worry about them,” Thorani said while crossing her arms. “They are alive, but have been purified. No longer will their wickedness blight these lands… or you.”

The goddess reached out a hand towards Batu’s face, making the boy shiver for a moment when she touched it, his eyes darting away respectfully. This seemed to amuse her.

“Oooh, I just want to squeeze you!” she said, before wrapping her arms snugly around Batu, her bosom pressing against his body. It caught the boy off guard, but he quickly settled, hugging her back. He’d never known the embrace of a mother, but could sense this must be it. However, he was feeling very un-sonly urges towards this woman that he couldn’t hold back.

Batu separated himself from her, not wanting her to notice. He thanked her for healing him.

“So… what will you do now Ko—uh… Thorani?”

Thorani looked down for a moment, her eyes showing as hint of concern.

“I serve an important purpose now. To these lands and those who travel them.”

“I see…”

Thorani then conjured a smile as she looked back towards him with shimmering eyes.

“I’m hoping that you can stay with me. You mean the world to me Batu.”

The young man was overjoyed by such praise as he felt the same.

“Y-Yes! I will! You are very important to me too Thorani.”

He never wanted to part with her again, she was family as far as he was concerned, the only meaningful person he ever had in his life. To hear that she wanted to be with him forever as well, it brought him great joy and… arousal given how she now looked.

Batu soon noticed the shame poking up in his pants and tried to hide it, but it didn’t escape Thorani’s watchful eyes.

“I’m sorry my goddess! I’m ashamed… I don’t want to demean what you have done for me. Both now and from who you were before.”

His worries were met by the goddess’ tender hands grabbing both sides of his cheeks. She turned his head back to her, their eyes now intimately locked.

“Don’t worry. You are a kind soul worthy of praise and still my little nok. And I would feel remiss not guide you in these matters.”

Her face crept closer to Batu as he closed his eyes in anticipation. The words of his teacher came through and his body was willing to let go and let her handle things. Her breathe lingered on his lips as he opened his mouth.

“I can see… your true potential…”

Two mouths connected, that of a goddess and mortal. It was something unheard of, but this was no usual circumstance. Thorani was well aware of her roots as Kovit and was driven by a human heart. Batu was her family, and she wasn’t going to give him up simply because she had ascended to higher purpose. No, she would make him a part of it.

The two souls held within their kiss, Batu letting himself go limp so that Thorani could guide them to the ground in an embrace. He felt water flowing from her mouth into his, the water of the Oasis no doubt. It was as thrilling as he could have hoped, its rejuvenating powers wetting every pore and trembling through every muscle. All the weakness in his bones and dry wells of energy were strengthened and filled. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d ever felt so invigorated—perhaps never.

Batu gently traced Thorani’s back. His affection towards her was skyrocketing, but he knew not to make any further advances. Something about this moment was so respectful, like his body and soul were being given a chance to prove themselves worthy of her touch. He held faith in what she saw in him, the man he couldn’t see… the one he always wished to be!

Quiet moans began to spill into Thorani’s mouth as Batu’s body began to flex. His strength was returning, his skin remedied and hair livened. Yet there was more buried deep. She could sense the potential inside Batu, her little nok possessing a big, bountiful heart, one more than worthy to live alongside her as a man she could love.

It was now her job to awaken it.

The amount of water Thorani was pouring into Batu’s mouth increased, the two’s tongues becoming more active among the rushing fluids. She could feel her magic making quick work, the young man’s arms resting on her back flexing again and again and swelling in size each time. Every muscle on his body was coming alive, building with muscle hard as stone. Yet despite his growing power, his tender grip upon her back never faded. This was more about answering her call than a reward for himself. He belonged to her alone.

As Batu gave himself over completely to the whims of the goddess she grew more intimate, her legs spreading as she straddled him, one of her hands moving through his hair as she overpowered him with her kiss. Her free hand clung to his backside and relished in the chiseled marbles rising from the surface, cupping one as it steeled itself. Thorani could feel the young man’s torso broadening below her, his body scooting on the ground as he grew in height and his chest swelled. Her bottom slid up from his legs and onto his lower torso, his erect dick catching her dress along the way.

Thorani could sense he was becoming a mountain of a man. No longer would she be able to stare down into those eyes. But she would be fine with looking up at one so worthy. As Kovit, she had taught and cared for Batu like a disciple and he took to her every word. It was time to manifest the boy’s dedication and to bring forth the man she had created well before she had even attained her godhood. Perhaps it was selfish craving, but it was her will and it would be done.

Batu felt wet drops fall from Thorani onto his thickening legs. He couldn’t see from his vantage, but the feel of the fluids on his skin told him everything. She was excited, same as he was, dick full mast and throbbing while tented against her dress. He could feel his every heartbeat through it, the rod growing stiffer and longer the more it raced. It was a growing testament to his love for the goddess, a large show of thanks he wished to offer her, and she felt that intent as it began to brush against her thigh. The boy had matured as she had always hoped. She was so proud and gladly wished to accept his gift, but she knew he was still in need of guidance.

The waters slowly ceased their flow within Batu and he felt himself coming down from his euphoria. Once it had stopped the two of their lips parted, leaving the now beefy man out of breath and with the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on looking smaller and nestled on top of him. She as taking all of him in with her eyes, but then suddenly stopped to gaze up at him with a fulfilled look.

“Oh, my big nok. How you’ve grown.”

Batu stared down at his new body, bewildered by its size. Even a minute flex from his muscles made them stiffen, nothing but pure strength stretching against his skin. The blessings from his goddess had brought him to the peak of his human form. It was her extending out a hand to join her at the summit, but he was still unsure if he truly deserved it.

“Thorani are you sure this is right? How could I ever be worthy enough, for a woman like you?”

Despite his view of inferiority before her, he was brave enough to reach out a hand and gently caress her cheek. She gently stroked the top of it in response, admiring the firmness.

“Do not mistake this blessing. I have only helped flourish what was already there.”

Thorani then inched back towards the man’s face and whispered, “I want you Batu…”

The man shivered.

“I want you too. But I… Well, you see—”

The goddess silenced him with a finger to his lips.

“Do not worry. Let me guide you.”

She traced his chiseled chest and ran her fingers down his marbled abs until she reached the base of his dick.

“Are we… A-Am I—mmph.”

The man was silenced by Thorani leaning him into another kiss. He quickly relaxed and wrapped his strong arms around her backside yet again. He put his trust in her and was ready—as ready as he could be for his first time.

Then he felt it, the folds of the magnificent goddess wrapping tightly around his massive, throbbing shaft. It was like a warm, wet blanket enveloping his cock, that sent trickles of pleasant heat further out across his body. That heat only grew as Thorani began to ride him, slowly, gliding up and back down onto his member. It was admittedly hard to know what to do, how to match her rhythm, so he tried to keep his composure and focus on reciprocating her kisses. It was too much to juggle for him though, Thorani clinging to his cock in need, her body feeling like it could barely contain him. He wanted to answer its call but was nervous about hurting her and he let go from the kiss, exasperated.

“I-I’m sorry! Ugh, I’m not doing this right.”

Thorani assured him that it was okay, and she stopped her motions to focus on him. She grabbed hold of one of his hands and placed it on her chest, slipping off the cupping of her dress. The touch of her bare skin made him jolt a bit. She merely gave a nod and Batu began to grope, being as gentle as he could in fear of crushing down too hard with his large hand. However, the more he tested the waters, the more Thorani’s body began to ebb and flow like water on top of him.

As he heard light moans begin to trickle from her lips he asked, “It… It feels good?”

“Mhm… As I’m sure it does for you. Do not fear this moment Batu. I made you… I can take you~.”

“O-Okay. What do I do?”

Thorani placed the man’s other hand under her dress and onto her bottom, its plush yet firm mass making his cock throb in excitement.

“Match my pace. Slowly now…”

Thorani rose and guided Batu’s hand to help lift her, his hips pushing a small bit up from the ground but not too high. She then came back down in reverse manner. They repeated this motion several times until Batu began to find his rhythm with her.

She smiled and said, “Good, now faster.”

They picked up the pace slowly but surely, Thorani guiding him every step of the way. The more she guided their intimacy the more comfortable Batu became and the more he craved her. The hand on her chest was becoming more adventurous, his thumb rubbing against her teat. The hand on her ass began to grip more, palms full of her delectable peach rolling within his grasp.

“Very good. Oooh~. You’re a fast learner, as aaah! A-Always… Mmm…”

Thorani was starting to really get into it he could tell, and his mind was racing at the different things he wanted to do to her. But he withheld such actions, being as respectful as he could and only accelerating when he could sense his goddess wanted more. He lived for her now and wished only to make her happy. Any joy he derived from it was extra honey.

The goddess’ body began to plop hard onto Batu’s hips and she leaned down onto him to keep herself steady. Her hair fell forward and the bulbs close to Batu’s face. He could hear the sloshing of the water within, bouncing blissfully about like the woman they belonged to.

“You can go faster Batooh! Ooh that’s it! Your goddess can handle you. Mmmm… aaah! And she wants every bit of you~!”

Her moans were becoming loud and she was clinging tighter than before, clamping down on his cock as if holding on for dear life. Judging by her reaction something was coming forth. He felt the same build up inside himself as well. He was no stranger to playing with his dick for pleasure of course, but this felt different. This was more primal, more intimate, more meaningful in very conceivable ways that he felt stupid for not expecting. Was he going to cum inside her? Did she want him to cum inside?

“Yes! Do it! Aaahn! C-Cum in meee! Hooh! Cum in me my big nok!”

Nothing else needed to be communicated. Batu’s thoughts went blank and he pulled Thorani in close while strongly smacking into her—her hair bulbs bursting alongside her orgasm. His dick plunged deep within her, unloading fountains of warm spunk into her holy chamber. It was what she asked for, and it was his offering.

Thorani and Batu’s eyes were locked within the moment, their love affirmed by the shared affection reflecting off the other’s pupils. Their bodies spasmed, and their warm breath filled both their faces, mouths agape and moaning at each other. The only thing cooling off the heat of this moment was the oasis beneath them, released by the one who carried it. Like Batu, she just couldn’t keep it in.

After a minute of basking Thorani made the first move towards Batu’s mouth and they embraced. A man had found his goddess and she had found her acolyte.

***

The next day came with many changes, the caravan once so cruel now bowing at Thorani’s feet and recognizing Batu as her saint. Their souls had been purified and they were extremely apologetic. The goddess assured them she would help lead them out of the desert and she hoped onto better lives.

As they prepared to head out, Batu approached the goddess and thanked her for what felt like the hundredth time.

“I will follow you wherever you go.”

It felt odd staring down at her now. It’d take some time to get used to his new size.

She smiled and replied, “Of course. I never had any intentions of leaving you Batu. I will care for you as I always have.”

“And I will worship you.”

Batu leaned down for a kiss but was stopped by Thorani who instead took hold of his head and brought it down to her chest. She rested him against her bosom.

“Settle down boy~. There are other ways to show affection…”

Batu felt a tad embarrassed though quickly relaxed, not one to complain over a situation like this. Closing his eyes, he sensed further words lingering on her breath.

“...and I will teach you all of them.”