Chapter 2: Begins the Story of Rose’s Planet

Rose and I woke from transition, transformed in unfamiliar surroundings, something worrying me endlessly. As a male, I tried my hardest to keep calm and maintain an air of self confidence.

I looked at Rose, her perfection welled up. Who was I to be so lucky in her company. Out of nowhere she appeared and happened to be a sister of the family that made me the lover of goddesses. But I was still the same kid, the virgin in the parochial way on a summer job before college. At a remote dairy full of surprises, and soon to be converted into livestock, I became a dairy sire like the other Holstein bull but servicing on two legs the six who were female supernatural deities.

Rose had kept her vest, not much cover, but I had nothing. I got so caught up in the wonder of her and her commanding drive I was left completely naked and would remain that way, and in her opinion, should remain that way. That didn’t help my confidence issues. Plus she so reminded me of her sisters, especially Siza.

[I knew Rose could be just as compulsive, teasing, borderline mean like Siza, as Siza loved to pull me around the dairy when visitors were around, showing her control with an obvious tight grip on my penis, making sure I was a filthy livestock]

Transition is a term used by humans regarding death, when a soul or some ultimate energy leaves a body behind, dead. But in terms of the timeless, like the sister nymphs, transition was change, beginning with their required physical form, the dairy milkers. Hopefully, successfully, they would rid themselves of those bodies which were not their normal manifestation. The process is hard to explain because “timeless” is too hard to conceive. I was merely a three dimensional human happy enough to use the tools given me, plus a few more really special ones. Crazy as it sounds, I was appointed, modified and assigned to fucking timeless goddesses boosting enough energy passed ejaculating, doing them to qualify their not being annihilated before transformation in a higher plane of existence. That will be explained more in time as we understand the other dimensions of their background.

So, transition for me was not dying, exactly, but I didn’t know in the long run exactly how the transformation dealt with “Me”. Whatever, it just did. I was entangled, both with Rose, coitus, literally, and also subject to the rigors of Quantum. For Rose, she being a nymph sister, possibly it put her in jeopardy, but I couldn’t explain that either. What we would learn is how transitioning, while doing it coitus-connected, Rose preferred us attached, was like truly sex to die for. For me, all else of life vanished with my total energy attention merely focused hanging on, ejaculating in her like I’d done for her sisters. There was no conversation during transition, just fucking focus extreme. If I may use that analogy without conjuring up trouble, doing a deity like Rose, well, just try and imagine where there are no minutes, hours, days, just endless passion, immersed with no end in sight using deity supreme internal features of outrageous fucking until she decides to take a break. I especially liked her vagina undulations with vibration pulsating. Add a little Nectar? I’ll say no more.

But I didn’t know for sure where we would be going and my responsibility for her safety weighed heavy because I’d done what I never expected or ever intended. I fell in love with her. How could I not? She was every bit as special as her six sisters who I’d lived and loved with on the dairy. They had created in me unbelievable powers by reaching into my body (using their preferred method, my anus) making adjustments to my very soul allowing me to touch the supernatural in so many ways although I wasn’t at all a creature of their class of being.

I knew I was silly, Rose being a deity and all. She hardly needed me. And yet I had to do the foolish male thing and protect, sure, a deity. Protecting a deity, again, like she actually needed me. But it was the only thing seemed worthwhile I could bring to the relationship other than my oversized junk. That was merely because I was livestock well trained.

Now, after my lives, all of them in their distinct realms, became more calm, years passing, I was now forced into something altogether different with Rose so compelling. I was following her lead as we traveled and she was a bit unpredictable. I found myself in her shadow and sometimes pining for my other lives. Yet I knew sticking with her was going to lead to far more exciting, challenging roles. And that would eventually meld into what I knew best from the past. I just hung around waiting on her. She loved to play with me, always making me aroused and oozing which attracted attention as my pestered penis idled along softly ejaculating. It was a thing.

Rose wanted me. I was the deluxe model of a human guy able to do the outstanding while making love to her. And she now knew it was her sister’s work responsible for making me that way, such a super good lover boy.

A veteran livestock like me in the flesh with prominent parts available to keep a grip on, all the time, was, I think, well, she loved me too. It was a combination of my entirely safe state, in making love with anyone, and the fact she was a goddess and wasn’t made for procreating anyway. In other words she just looked human, really gorgeous, but acted like a goddess and preferred sex to any other entertainment.

That was pretty good for my ego. And yes, she was the boss and no ass hole. I mean she didn’t have one. I did and I’ll explain about that later when Rose lends me out to males for their entertainment. I know. But I was well trained as a complete service animal.

A Dream I Had

[As a youth I imagined, more so a wet dream, taking delivery of my new girl in the far future; it was compelling and well before I became the lover of goddesses gaining fame; similar, the sisters taking delivery of their new super lover with a waiting set of adjustments to be meted in through my anus, long-long hours of it and more like a nightmare; yet, finished, I assumed my role with great pleasure]

I tried to explain her sister’s need to have sex with me all the time, so often, because they had erred trust using altruism regarding the humans they were charged with observing, that is, Mankind. They broke a law of balance in Nature by getting directly involved and for that had to make amends with their choice of one of several options including doing me, a young human male they had to transform into a god like lover, daunting. The energy required to pass, in the act of intercourse, including vast amounts of matter, gizem, boosted with amazing energy through a port to other realms -- was required. It all began at and inside their vaginas, their human like vaginas. They had to take a scared young guy, me, and convince him to endure the physical changes needed to be able to do that. Which in normal terms was far beyond possible. But they were deities, supernatural, and I was destined to become their lover earmarked before time existed on Earth. The act of doing that, trying to understand, was what seemed like a level of insanity. But it worked. They made it. Now Rose, with powers alike, simply was left to have fun with all the outrageous tools left over, playing with me from a completely different era and I was all hers.

Oh, she could be mean, a real jerk, and she was apt to play out that role to the point of being real cruel. Those are stories for later. But the sister given powers sustained and I could fuck Rose with an explosive orgasm, many in a row, able to move mountains it seems. I could be lethal to mere humans if not being careful, which I always was. But I was more performance than Rose’s sister ever intended. If pushed too far I could ejaculate, push break neck hard, Rose against a wall for instance and keep her there until I felt satisfied. She knew that. I never ran out of product. And I truly loved her.