By FoxFaceStories

An Anonymous Commission

Evelyn is a mean, close-minded girl belonging to a hyper-religious family. Fearing what ‘evil liberal’ college could do to their daughter, her parents decide to send her to a female-only college with a strong Christian charter. But little do any of them know that this particular institute worships the nature of Eve herself, viewing her as a pure sexual creature in tune with nature and other women. And they intend to make all of their students just like her . . .

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Part 5: Final Changes

Evelyn could not stop thinking about what she had seen in the days to come. It occupied her mind during her course, during her prayers, during her studies and her time with her friends. Peyton constantly had to ask if she was okay, but Evelyn would just smile and look at her friend.

“Not yet, Peyton,” she’d say. “But we will be, once we are true Daughters of Eve.”

At this, Peyton would giggle. “I really can’t wait! I feel closer and closer each day. You feel the same, don’t you, Anna?”

The tallest, shyest member among them nodded in agreement. They were out in the gardens once again - one could hardly keep them or the other students away at this point - and Evelyn’s group had grown further. Really, it was no longer her group. She knew from the lessons of the First Woman that sisterhood was not about dominance and hierarchy, but rather equality and shared compassion. She had slowly stopped trying to bend others to her will, and now she listened happily to the others talking amongst themselves.

“I never thought I could feel comfortable in my own skin,” Anna said, gesturing to herself. She was still tall and thin, but now she had a remarkably willowy beauty to her, with long curly black hair that looked almost Mediterranean in heritage, and gorgeous full lips that Evelyn thought about more than was good for her. “But now I don’t feel so shy. I mean, I still like my lone walks and my silence, but . . . I’m not scared, anymore.”

“Hell, look at me!” Becca declared. “I used to think Christianity and religion in general was just a big fat crock of shit! But now I want to spend the rest of my life devoted to the garden of worship! I mean, can any of you seriously imagine leaving this place?”

The athletic woman was now an Amazonian beauty, with impressive bronze-coloured muscles and wild black hair to match her darkened features. Her breasts were impressively large, and occasionally Evelyn had to remind herself not to be jealous, as her own were quite well-sized DD-cups, not that she actually wore cups anymore, or bras of any kind.

“I can’t imagine it,” Evelyn said. “I didn’t want to come here at first. And I hated you, Becca. And you, Agatha.”

The goth girl still had a slightly darker styling, but her skin tone was approaching ebony black by this point. But she’d always been that way, of course, just as she’d always had a fertile-looking pear-shaped figure. This was her natural state. All of their natural states.

“How do you feel now?” Becca asked her. 

“Yes, Evelyn,” Peyton said, touching her arm and letting her fingers linger there. “How do you feel now?”

She wanted to touch them, that’s how she felt. She wanted to embrace them and suck upon them and kiss them and feel them and give in to the passions that had only risen since the last meditation. Especially since said meditations were more frequent than their actual classes now, which had fewer lessons than ever. Which meant they had more free time to simply . . . be. Somehow, that seemed to be a lesson in itself.

“How do I feel now?” Evelyn said aloud, turning Peyton’s question over in her mind. “How do I feel now? Well, normally I’d be feeling the need to talk about how full of Christ’s love I am, and how others need to do more work on that. How I’m righteous and others aren’t, and all that pretentious mean girl nonsense. And if I weren’t feeling like that, then I’d be itching to get my smartphone out and scroll and watch videos until my brain melted. But I haven’t felt the need to even look at my phone for over two weeks now. Have any of you?”

A chorus of surprised “No!”s echoed. It was almost like they had forgotten smartphones even existed, or other kinds of technology, unless they were strictly necessary. Breathing the fresh air and experiencing real life was all that mattered.

“Exactly! Like, what do we even need those things for, right?” Evelyn exclaimed. She giggled a little, her thoughts far less trained than they were before. It was a good thing; the Path of Eve required one to become a creature of spontaneity and shamelessness, in the best sense possible. “I mean, being out here in the gardens, hearing the streams, talking to you girls . . . this is what I wish I’d known years ago. It feels right. So I guess, well, that’s how I’m feeling.”

“That’s, um, really beautiful,” Peyton said. 

“Thanks, babe,” she replied, before proceeding to stroke the other woman’s bare thigh idly. A ripple of tension ran between them, and it was impossible to deny that something similar was occurring between other members of the group.

“We’re like a whole group of Eves now,” Becca said proudly, pressing a thumb against her rather well-developed chest.

“Well, except that we’re all still wearing clothes,” Agatha said. She was laying back against Becca, her head in the woman’s lap while Becca played with her hair.

“That would be funny,” Anna said. She blushed a little at her own words, only to sit a bit taller. “It would be very funny, actually.”

A prolonged silence hung in the air, and Evelyn decided that while this group didn’t need a leader all the time, this conversation certainly needed one now.

“Would it be funny?” she asked, the temptation rising within her. “Or would it be . . . right?”

Peyton blinked, her anxiousness clearly returning. “What - what do you mean by that?”

“I mean that we are walking the Path of Eve, aren’t we? I was once the most hostile girl towards other women. Now . . . you’re my friends. My sisters. We shouldn’t feel shame with each other. I was taught that womanhood was shameful, but now we know that’s a lie. The Creator wants us to be proud of our bodies and feel comfortable in them. So . . . let’s get naked!”

Anna’s eyes widened. She clutched herself, clearly not sure. Agatha sat up, a mischievous grin on her features. Peyton was obviously trying to see if Evelyn was joking or not. But Becca; well, she was cackling like a mad woman.

“I’ll go first!” she declared.

“Please, it was my idea!” Evelyn giggled. “I’ll win!”

They began to shed their clothing, each woman joining in to try and beat the rest. Anna was swept up in it, though she lagged behind due to her shyer nature. Peyton, meanwhile, let out a barbarian-like scream, the nerdy girl clearly psyching herself up for such a radical act. To think she had been sent here for masturbating, and now she was getting naked and free with a whole group of women!

Becca threw her dress to the ground and stood up, jumping and cheering for joy, her large teardrop-shaped breasts bouncing massively on her chest. Evelyn was just behind her, and she too jumped out and daughter, squealing with girlish delight at the freedom she suddenly felt. She’d even kicked off her underwear - it hadn’t felt right to wear anyway. Who needed underwear unless one was dealing with discharge or periods? Better to go free, especially since it allowed her to appreciate her body.

“Oh my God, I never realised I had such curves!” she said, giggling again as she cupped her breasts. They were definitely DD-cups, she was certain of it. Had they really always been this big? Perhaps she’d had a growth spurt over the last couple of months. Nothing else made sense.

“This feels so much better!” Peyton declared, shaking her head to sweep her curly black hair about. Her skin was light olive, her eyes almond-shaped, and her glasses were no longer needed. No, she’d never needed glasses. Why had Evelyn thought she’d needed glasses?

The question was rendered unimportant, because soon all the women were naked, a group of twelve of them, and they soon gained more when three intrigued students lounging nearby approached out of interest and were swept up into the madness and joy of it all.

“This is what it feels like to be Eve!” Evelyn cried. “Ohhhhh, does anyone else feel really sensitive? But like, in a good way?”

“I do!” Agatha said, snorting with laughter. “Check out this ass! Check out these hips! I never realised I looked like such a fertility goddess, man. I could totally change my aesthetic to that if I wanted to . . . not that I’ll be breeding with any men!”

“Me either!” Becca said. “I’ll have to tell my BF we’re through, because you girls are so much better!”

“Awwww,” several others replied, and in moments some of them were sobbing with job, holding one another and caressing each others’ bodies, bare-breasts and curvaceous and beautiful, not one of them Caucasian anymore but looking like lovely ethnic blends of all races, just like what Zuri claimed Eve, Lilith, and all other first women were like.

Peyton hugged Evelyn, and she embraced her friend in return, tears forming in her eyes. Soon Anna was there, and Becca, and Agatha, and all the rest, until they had formed a giant naked huddle together. They wiped one another’s tears and giggled at the ridiculousness of what they were doing, but soon even irony lost its grip on them, and sincere celebration began. Evelyn broke from the group and pointed further into the Edenic forest.

“Let’s run together!” she cried. “Let’s see all of it!”

A great chorus went up at this, and they followed Evelyn away from the campus gardens and into the untamed beauty of God’s creation. They appeared like a group of wild hippies traipsing through nature, and probably looked like they were all high as a kite too. Evelyn giggled at this, and so did Anna, who had been busted for smoking marijuana, and yet was now higher on life than she’d ever been on weed. They danced through the forest, touching one another, slapping each others’ buttocks jokingly, giggling and hugging and posing against trees, marvelling in their own beauty and each others’. They ran until they tripped and fell upon one another, tired and laughing too much from the sheer joy they were feeling. Evelyn couldn’t believe she had ever been so snooty and cruel, so self-righteous and hateful. This was what God’s love truly felt like. This is how Eve had felt and lived. She grabbed Peyton by the hands and the two span around, both now beautiful women, her friend with a light olive complexion, cute round cheeks, and an attractively thick body, and she with a chocolate brown skin tone, terrific curves, and impressively large and ripe breasts. And yet she felt no superiority, no distinction between her beauty and Peyton’s, or any other’s. They were simply perfect in the way that they were, and always had been. The pair fell to the ground, still laughing, and they collapsed upon one another in a giggling, loving embrace. Anna was beside them, and Becca beside her, and soon they were all down, lying up against somebody or several somebodies, the Daughters of Eve. Rather appropriately, they had looped around and back to the relic of Eve, the very place where their prayers had first been answered. Something about it felt fated to be.

Peyton and Evelyn looked at one another and smiled, beaming beneath the sunbeams that fell between the trees, their angelic faces framed by the flowers all around them.

And that was when they began to kiss.

Evelyn wasn’t even sure how it started, she simply felt a need, and now possessed the spontaneity to act upon it. She locked lips with Peyton and ran her fingers over the other woman’s beauteous form, daring to clench her buttocks. Peyton moaned, and in response she started to squeeze and caress Evelyn’s large breasts.

“Ohhhhh. Mhmm! Are we doing this? Ohhhh, don’t stop!”

Peyton looked just as uncertain, but neither woman wanted this experience to end, and their feelings of innocent desire spread out to the others around them. Becca made love to Anna, the former’s confidence breaking through the latter’s shyness. Agatha and three others were kissing and feeling and experimenting with each other, and soon the same was true of Evelyn as well, who was running her fingers between Peyton’s thighs, feeling her moist womanhood, but also had another woman behind her sucking on her neck, while another slapped her ass playfully.

But this was no mere orgy. This was not some party scene gone crazy. Evelyn had always judged such actions, viewing these paganistic sex parties as Satanistic and evil. Sex was just for married men and women, and anything else was to be judged, ridiculed, the wrongdoers cast out of society and left to fend for themselves.

“God,” Evelyn groaned as she pressed herself against Peyton and sucked on the woman’s dark nipples. Another woman was doing the same for her, and it was the purest bliss. “Ohhhh, Eve! I was so wr-wrong! I can’t b-believe how wrong my parents were! This is h-holy! Isn’t this h-holy!?”

 “It - ahhh - has to be!” Peyton gasped.

“Or we wouldn’t feel this way!” Becca yelled. She practically dived into the group, grabbing Evelyn and pressing her massive bosom against her own. Their nipples rubbed against one another, and the two made out. Evelyn had never felt so aroused in her life; how had she never found women attractive until so recently? Why did she ever believe God was so restrictive? She moaned again and again as her body was teased and touched, groped and squeezed, her moist womanhood licked. She in turn gave out pleasure as much as she received it, causing Peyton to finally shake with orgasms thanks to her tongue between the other woman’s thighs. Becca and Anna sucked upon her nipples, and their ministrations finally sent her over the edge, gasping and crying out with a delight she had never known.

“Yess! YESSSSS! OHHH YESSS!”

The power of Eve flowed through Evelyn. She clutched herself, orgasm after orgasm hitting her, causing her to writhe and thrust out her chest to the sky. She rose to her knees, still quaking with pleasure, and extending her hands out to accept the gifts of the First Woman. Her breasts quivered as they expanded. She cupped them, their flesh overwhelming her fingers, causing her to release little coos of orgasmic bliss. Her hips spread, her ass grew, and her hair extended so that it was long enough to reach her ass, possessing even more curls than it had before. Evelyn shook her shoulders, causing her overripe breasts to wobble and jiggle, her rear as well. Her thighs gained a lovely thickness to them, and this was accentuated by the thinning of her waist, which left her with a devastatingly attractive hourglass figure. Her lips plumped just that little bit more, leaving her with an innocent pout that she already knew would be so cute. Her cheekbones rose, and while Evelyn could not see herself, she had a strong suspicion that she now had the face of a strikingly beautiful woman. With one final gasp she fell forward, bowing before the statue of Eve. The others were all doing the same, a cacophony of groans and delighted whimpers that accompanied this act of ultimate worship. Evelyn’s heavy boobs hung from her body, pressing against the grass as she supplicated herself before Eve.

“I’m ascending,” she murmured, still lost in that wondrous haze.

She looked up, seeing the beautiful form of the First Woman, knowing that she was on the very precipice of becoming like her. But then she saw Zuri in the distance, slowly approaching, naked as the day she was born and with a calm smile upon her face. A knowing smile. As if this had been what she expected all along.

And that was when the realisation came crashing down, and her memories all released.

To Be Concluded . . .