Shield, Ms Americana, Delta City and the House are the creations of Mr. X’s. The demon is my own creation.

If Bondage, Forced Lactation, and other sexual behavior are offensive to you, do not read any further. Also, this is a Halloween story, and being such, I break some of my normal rules about characters in my stories.

Any feedback may be sent to mrklimstit@lycos.com

Bane of the Buxom

Halloween. To some, this is a time to get into costumes, and go around asking for candy. For others, this is the perfect time for making mischief, from throwing toilet paper on houses, to other more damaging pranks. For certain people, it is a sacred time to show respect for the spirits of those who have passed. For those who are practitioners of magic, it is a time when the barriers between this world, and the supernatural world, are at their weakest. Weather we call this the Never Never, what is beyond the Veil, or the Hereafter, it is during Halloween that this barrier is most easily breached.

In Delta City, there is a barren section of the city in which nothing is placed. Rumors abound about that section upon why nothing is there. Some claim it was an ancient burial ground. Others claim that some of the more unsavory elements control that land, and use it as a dumping ground. A few claim it is a hellmouth, a portal to the realm of demons, devils, and all the sinners that have ever been. This last thought could be closest to the truth, because on Halloween, that land is not barren. At that time of year, an old mansion appears on the ground.

This mansion defies normal explanation, on many levels. A building of that size cannot be constructed overnight, nor the graveyard that appears around it. The air around it has a malevolent feel. Those who have been brave enough to enter it, and manage to get out of it, have also discovered that the place is much larger inside than on the outside. They also claim that they were in there for hours, yet outside, no time has passed. Those, however, are not believed, since they sound like rambling lunatics. There is even a claim that the house was how Nightmare Witch entered the world.

Regardless, it is a house of malevolence, and either a most brazen criminal, or a supernaturally empowered being would dare use it when it appears. It appears that one criminal is brazen enough to try and use the house as a lair, or a possible target. The figure of a shapely, buxom blonde is seen running towards the house. The pursuer of this figure, who has not seen the figure‘s face, is also shapely and buxom. She is also dressed in an enticing costume, one of a heroine. Unlike the figure she pursues, she is a brunette, and has a lot to prove, especially in the one piece costume whose straps are snug enough to hold her ample bosom in place. She is Shield, and the figure she believes she is chasing is Esha, the notorious, buxom, bondage thief.

Shield had seen the figure attempting to break into a building, but obviously came across the scene before the thief had been successful. She wasn‘t naïve enough to think Esha wasn‘t up to something, but catching the notorious thief would definitely move her up to the ranks of Delta City‘s elite heroines, like Mr. Americana. She noticed the figure running up to the creepy mansion, but did not falter in her stride. In fact, she talked, mainly to herself, as she ran. “So, Esha thinks she can lose me in that building. I bet she already cased this place out, and is going to break into it as well. Well, she won‘t escape Shield.”

Almost as if the figure wanted to confirm Shield‘s thoughts, the figure quickly opened the front door, dashed inside, and closed it. In that moment, Shield picked up her pace, heading to the same door. As the buxom figure ran towards the door, a ethereal presence takes notice of her. It is the presence that is now occupying the house, and was hoping for this, since it had been countless years since the presence stalked the mortal realm.

The ethereal presence had been the one to win control of the house this year, and was eager to renew its mission. It was a demon, one that the early worshippers of the dominant beliefs of the world called in to ruin the Goddess. It had been a boost to it, since the banes of the Goddess had lone existed, but none had the power to destroy her alone, nor did they have the skill to work together. Sadly, they dismissed him before they could begin. Maybe they had realized how much the demon wanted to do, and now it had the perfect prey for its return.

The demon returned its ethereal form and consciousness to the person in the place. It sensed low levels of the Goddess in the woman. No doubt, she had been blessed with the build of the Goddess, and nothing else. All those laced with the Goddess had the same weaknesses, but the ones with more than mere traces of the Goddess in them could also recover quickly. Ruining this one would give the demon the ability to tread upon the mortal world, and do the task it was meant to, as well as being able to ruin the other spawn of the Goddess.

Almost as if the she could read the thoughts of the demon, Shield shuddered. From somewhere, she heard a door had closed louder than she would have thought possible. It had also been accompanied by a sudden cold feeling she was experiencing in the place. That cold feeling was signified by a sudden stiffening of her nipples, but she did not notice that. The main thought on Shield‘s mind was following her prey. She quickly made her way to one of the doors farthest from the entrance. In fact, it was so far from the front door, she didn‘t even see it. It was the perfect place for her quarry to hide.

She opened the door, and stepped inside, closing the door as quietly as possible. When she had done so, she was surprised to see a long room, lined on both sides by either coats or robes. She could see all them were floor length, and it meant a perfect place for the thief to hide. Also, with the doors closed, she knew there would be no breeze, so any movement would be the thief.

Instantly, she plunged her arms into the nearest item. This one was a long cloak, easy enough for a woman her size to hide in. She reached around, causing the sleeves of the cloak to billow out. She was so intent on finding the thief, she took almost no notice of the sleeves. They billowed in a matter that had to be just coincidental, for the ends of the sleeves seemed to fit perfectly over her breasts. She thought it was similar to the odd occurrence in her badminton class at school, where one of the boys seemed to hit the shuttlecock in such a way that it landed in her ample cleavage. She had seen his sheepish grin, and noticed the embarrassed look on his face, but it was obviously not planned.

What Shield was unaware of was that the other presence in the house, the demon, had followed her, and saw the opportunity. While it still had yet to have a corporeal form, it could control the cloaks. It also knew enough about subtlety to benefit from the coincidental nature that was happening. So, when the sleeves of the first robe landed on the breasts of its prey, it made them caress them as well.

With that simple caress, the demon could feel the natural power of those orbs. It could also feel the trace of the goddess. If the girl was spawn of the goddess, she was not blessed with all the benefit’s the Goddess offered. However, the trace would be enough to give it a strong corporeal form, enough to leave the house and enter the mortal world, but full access was denied by fabric. The Goddess‘s idea to help preserve the orbs, still lingering to this day, but the fabric was in small amounts. Even this fabric it felt was not overly secure, but the demon could not remove it, not out right.

It noticed the heroine move, and the demon noticed she checked another set of robes. Again the robe sleeves billowed, but these did not caress the orbs it wanted them to caress. The demon realized what it could do, and in that instant, a cold breeze went through the room. All the robes and coats billowed out, surprising the heroine. More of the sleeves caressed the orbs, and the action made her start to move. The demon realized she was heading to where the breeze seemed to be coming from, and that meant passing all the robes and such. It let them all reach out, and the female moved faster. The demon, however, was ready for this, and as she moved, the robes grabbed at the fabric over her breasts. Soon, there was the sound of ripping fabric, and the demon saw it had been successful in its first trap.

Shield dashed through the room, and had finally reached another door. Things were starting to spook her in this house. Something had obviously caused all those coats and cloaks to flutter, and she didn‘t doubt it was the mysterious thief she had chased into the building. She figured it was some sort of elaborate warning system, not even considering the magical nature of the night. Still new to being a heroine, she did not always believe in magic.

When she left the room, however, she noticed two things. First was that this hallway was brighter than the room she had been in. Second was a noticeable chill in the air. Yes it was late October, but she should not feel that kind of chill inside. She still had her costume on, so she should not have felt like cold air was touching her breasts. She then glanced down, and realized that part of her costume had been ripped away. "What the..." She had almost swore aloud, but caught herself. The thief would know where she was, and might bolt. She couldn't go forward, however, with her breasts hanging out. That would be undignified.

She turned around, hoping to improvise with one of those damned cloaks, or even the missing part of her costume. It was then she noticed two more things. When she had first entered the previous room, she had been holding her shield, and now it was gone, as if it had gotten tangled up in the cloaks. That was less disturbing than the plain wall before her. She had not moved away from the door after passing through it, but the door was gone. This new revelation sent chills down her spine, and her mind started to recall some of the lore that floated around about an odd house on Halloween.

Still, she had to capture the thief, and she was so sure it was Esha. Maybe the thief with the bondage fetish had set up a lair in an old house, and had elaborate traps for those who entered. That had to be it. She then looked up and down the hall, and noticed that this hall had an Egyptian feel to it. What looked like sarcophaguses lined the walls. It was possible the thief was hiding in one, waiting for her to pass by.

She approached the first one, and swung it open. She kept herself from speaking, but was disappointed to find nothing in it. Well, part of her was disappointed. Part of her expected to see a mummy in it, but maybe it was best that the thing wasn‘t there. She doubted she could have stayed quiet if that was the case. Things were already weird enough. She wondered how she would get out of the house when she caught the thief. She did hope, however, that they were hiding in one of the sarcophagi.

As the heroine approached the next one, the demon had already entered it. In that one had been a mummified figure, provided by the ethereal nature of the house. Unlike true mummies, this one had arms and legs separated, so the figure could use its limbs. This was perfect for what the demon had planned. It would be the next trap, and it sprung into action the second the heroine opened the sarcophagus.

The demon was impressed that the woman had not screamed in fright. It was another sign that this woman was most likely spawn of the cursed goddess. That would be fully determined in due time. It had only gotten a brief feel of the power of the goddess, and had to be certain. It watched as the heroine turned her back on it, not even closing the sarcophagus. That would be perfect, since the demon's second trap would be enacted now.

It reached forward with the mummy body, and quickly grabbed her. It felt her struggle, but the demon used its powers to drag her in, and then close the sarcophagus. Once it was closed, it let the hands roam, right to her bountiful breasts. Now that it could handle the orbs in hands, it could feel the power. Over its time, the demon had claimed various females, and this one had a trace of power, most likely the goddess's gift of resilience, and not much more. That could be weakened when sensitive areas were caressed, and fondled. What mortals didn't know was that demons could also access the mortals feelings and fears with that touch. The demon could sense that she was still proving herself, and it could use that. It excited the demon, and that led to a bulge in the groin of the mummy.

Shield had been surprised when the mummy had grabbed her, and pulled her into the sarcophagus, but when it started fondling her breasts, she stopped fighting. It was almost as if the thing knew what it was doing. She has even started to enjoy it, until she felt what she thought was a hard-on at her ass. She snapped out of the enjoyment, and managed to elbow the mummy. In that instant, she forced her way out of the trap she was in, and back into the hallway, hearing the sarcophagus close behind her. She had thought the whole scene was more unnerving than the robes, but now she realized that was the unnerving part.

The hallway she was in now was not the same one she had been in before, and she was certain she hadn‘t moved. This one was dark, and lit only by small lights down the hall. Also, when she turned to look at the sarcophagus, it was gone, as if it didn‘t exist. More and more, Shield felt the house was not what it seemed. She now wondered if this house was the same one she had heard stories about. If it truly was, then she wondered if she had actually seen Esha the Thief run into the place. Something in her mind made her think it was time to leave the place, and she started to think it was best to find her way out of the house.

She took caution this time, since the dim light would be the perfect hiding spot for any foul entity. As she moved, she kept scanning the area, hoping that something could be spotted before it attacked. As she moved, she spoke softly to herself. "Alright Shield, you can get out of this. That figure that looked like Esha was just a lure to get an unsuspecting heroine into this supernatural house. You won't let any demonic creature rape you. You won't let any tentacled thing milk you. Those stories have to be false anyway, since GOT-Gal, Hexanna, Ms. Americana, and Power Lass, are all still here. Those stories are probably the work of some perverted......" She gasped, when at the far end of the hall, she saw a tall figure looking at her. At least, she could swear it was looking at her, but it had no face.

The demon also noticed the odd intruder. It had heard rumors of this new creature, but it had earned the right to have the house this time. For the briefest of moments, it said into the creature's head, "She is mine. The house is mine this time. Depart." It could tell the slender intruder understood, and needed the heroine to stop looking at it. The demon would oblige on that note. It noticed that some of the jack o'lanterns in the hall were near the creature, and it also knew how to enact its next trap.

At that instant, it extinguished all the lights, and listened. It heard the sound of the slender intruder disappearing, and all that was left was the heroine’s breathing. Not only that, the demon could also feel her body moving. With every move the buxom heroine made, the demon could feel the bountiful breast move, the essence of the Goddess sloshing about. The power in there would allow it a corporeal form. It was now time to make her regret having those orbs.

It caused the jack o‘lanterns to light up again, and the heroine paused. It saw her look around, obviously for the slender figure, figuring it was the threat. It was so easy then to possess two of the jack-o‘-lanterns. Each one had a fanged smile, lit by the mystical flame inside. The two things then levitated, and the demon had them come level with the female‘s breasts. For the briefest of moment, it saw her stand there, puzzled. That was the beauty of human beings. When confronted by danger, they stood there, looking stupid. They were so stupid, their religious people made them think females were the bringers of damnation, not bringers of life. It would be so easy to remove the spawn of the goddess in this day and age. It then had the jack-o‘-lanterns chomp down on the exposed breasts, their ethereal flames torching the heroine‘s breasts.

Shield let out a cry of pain when the two jack-o‘-lanterns bit down on her breasts. The teeth, while they looked only like pumpkins, were sharp, and she could have sworn they had sunk in to her massive mammaries. What was worse was that there was a real flame in them, and they were burning her breasts. She wanted to believe it was just an illusion, but she was certain her breasts were being maimed and burned beyond recognition. She was now becoming certain that there was something unnatural about this house, and that it was preying on her.

She glanced at the wall, not sure if she could remove the unnatural things by hand, and decided to take a chance. She needed to be rid of the things before her breasts were nothing but two huge third degree burns. She faced the wall, and ran right into it. The incident caused two things to happen. The first was that the second she reached the wall, the jack-o‘-lanterns broke, and to Shield's amazement, there were no burns or bite marks marring her breasts, just pumpkin pulp and seeds. The second thing she noticed was that she didn't stop at the wall, but had passed through it, and into a stone hallway, one that had a very ancient castle look to it.

At that moment, she felt like things were getting worse and worse. The air was ice cold, which she noticed as her nipples, which were hard already, became rock hard, and gooseflesh coated her ample breasts. She found this surprising, since the hallway should have been warm, since almost every inch of the walls were lined with wax candles, and the ceilings also had chandeliers that were elaborate candelabras. She didn't want to chance walking down it, but a brief look back made her sigh. "Of course not. This place isn't going to let me go back. I'll find a way out, though. If Ms. Americana can do it, so can I."

The demon, feeling stronger as its prey made her way closer to the altar, knew it would only be a matter of time. Had the woman turned right around the second she had entered, it would lured in another. Luckily for the demon, this Goddess spawn did like all her ilk. Now she was in the hallway that would lead to the altar area, the only place the demon could fully manifest; however, she needed to be prepared.

The demon turned its attention to all the candles. They were mystical candles, made of a special wax that had been made with some of the demon‘s secretions in it. When the humans first contacted the demon to help destroy the Goddess, it gave the wax as a way to help destroy those that the goddess had made her followers. The wax would over stimulate the breasts and their natural function. It would also make any woman more susceptible to mental manipulation. All the wax needed to do was land on a woman‘s breasts.

As the woman started down the hall, the demon made the candles start to drip. At first, the woman didn‘t notice the wax landing on her breasts. It was only drops at first, but as each drop hit, the demon could feel the power of the Goddess wanting to be released. The demon made some of the wax start to flow, causing the girl to react. The demon knew she would try to dodge, but no matter where she would go, more and more of the wax coated her bare breasts. Under that wax, the demon could sense the changes, the nipples getting darker, and what ever essence of the Goddess‘s power was in her. The demon would have its freedom soon.

Shield gasped as more of the candle wax splattered on to her breasts. It hurt for a moment, but then her breasts started feeling heavier. She suspected the magic of the house, since the splattering happened even when she wasn‘t directly under a candle. She also realized she would not get any rest if she remained under them, so she ran. That made things worse, because each step made her breasts bounce, and they felt heavier and heavier. She knew what that meant, what might be possible, and hoped it wasn‘t. Heroines had a bad habit of being fair game if caught, but it was worse for Aphrodites. Most villains, if they caught an Aphrodite, would rape them, or sell them into slavery. A select few would go after their breasts, and do what some felt was more humiliating, milking them.

As that thought crossed her mind, Shield entered an arcane chamber, devoid of candles, but lit by an almost unholy light. She took a moment to peel the wax, which had cooled and hardened, off her breasts, and was surprised to see they were larger than they had been. She also noticed her nipples had a darker hue to them. She knew enough to realize that someone was prepping her to be milked. She needed to get out of this place. She started to look around, and noticed various things that could only be used in some sort of magic ritual. Amongst the item, she found an old tome, written in some old language. As she approached it, she gasped in shock as the words changed into English. "What the hell?"

She leaned over the book, wincing for a moment, as the weight of her swollen breasts pulled on her back. She then started to read the words aloud. "Amongst the demons, there is one that seeks to destroy the form that is most sacred. That is the demon Lacticius, This demon, a direct enemy of the ancient Goddess, had even been employed by the Church, until they realized it would not be satiated by destroying believers of the Goddess. Any woman who knows of this demon, becomes prey for it, and if she has been touched by its taint, she can be manipulated into summoning it. Once summoned, it will deprived her of the life giving gifts, and signs of the Goddess. If Goddess spawn is tricked into doing this, Lacticius will walk the mortal plane again, and mankind‘s days will be numbered." That last part made Shield shudder in terror. She realized now that she was in extreme danger, and had to get out of the demonic house as soon as possible.

The demon was happy, now that the foolish woman had learned its name. Now it would be easily persuaded to summon it. The first thing it would do would be to convince her to head to the altar. It was in the next room. It simply said into her mind, "Head to the next room, and approach the stone table." To the demon's delight, the woman did so, most likely thinking she was approaching a way to take her out of house. The altar was the only place the demon could take corporeal form, at least for the moment.

Once the woman was near it, the demon watched as the woman looked it over, a bit suspicious. Again, it would need to influence her. "Sit down, and put your hands on the post by the table." Again, to the demon's delight, she did as she was told, unaware she was doing it. That was, of course, until the shackles in the posts appeared. Once her wrists were ensnared, she started to panic, looking from side to side, and trying to pull her wrists free. It sensed the fear, and it was all it needed to take corporeal form.

The demon made sure it was in front of its prey, and took on the form it took on the mortal plain. For the most point, it looked humanoid, with two arms and two legs. Since its prey was predominately female, it made sure the form was male, and, as the mortals say, well endowed. However, unlike mortals, the demon had a set of tentacles, that sprouted from right under its arms. Those ended in what mortals might call suction cups. It also had two horns coming from its back, that arched over its shoulders, and ended in phallic looking tips. Those were poised to aim at its victim's ample breasts. It then let the suction cups engulf the woman's nipples, and a smile crossed its demonic face. "I have waited a long time for Goddess spawn, and now I have you."

Shield gasped in horror as she realized the danger she was in. The whole time she had been in the house, she had been led to this point; and her breasts had been tormented by this monstrosity, all so it could feast on them. What was most disturbing was how it called her Goddess spawn. She had no superpowers, she just had a drop dead figure, and good stamina. Just as she felt the tentacles suckling on her nipples, she remembered that she was an Aphrodite. That ironic fact hit her as the suction on her nipples increased, and her breasts yielded their milk.

She then gasped as the milk surged out. It was believed to be a guarded secret that Aphrodites enjoyed having their breasts milked. She felt the pleasure building in her, but in the back of her mind, she kept thinking about the fact that this thing wanted to destroy her breasts. The milking was actually doing that, as she glanced down, and saw they were already sagging. The demon even made moaning noises as she noticed bulges that had to be the milk going through the tentacles. In no time, she felt them sagging to her stomach, and she hoped that this thing would not know about how Aphrodites seemed to heal quickly.

All of sudden, she felt something hot and slimy hitting her sagging breasts. She was stunned to see some sort of thick substance shooting from the phallic looking horns, and coating her breasts. Her eyes started to water as a pain went through them, like something was both pulling on her breasts, and like something was turning into liquid in them. As it happened, the demon just said, "I have your milk, Goddess Spawn. Now I shall claim the source of that milk. With their destruction, the Goddess will die a little." After that, she felt the suction increase, and it burned. She wailed in pain as the demon sucked out the insides of her breasts. Tears started to form at her eyes as the pain increased. For a brief moment, she dared to look down, and to her horror, her breasts were now sagging down to her crotch. There would be no recovering from that. When the demon finally let go, she wailed, "My tits. You've destroyed them." She had been defeated, and completely ruined.

The demon smiled in delight at the sight, and reveled in the ruining of Goddess Spawn. With her breasts sagging down to her crotch, the demon knew its work was done. It was also aware, thanks to the power in the milk, and the bulk of her ample bosom now coursing through its form, it could remain on the mortal plain and fulfill its task. It roared loudly, "GODDESS. I SHALL DESTROY YOU, AND ALL YOUR SPAWN." In that moment, the demon felt an ethereal shudder. The Goddess knew it was on the hunt now, and could not be stopped.

It then looked at the fallen heroine, and it saw an opportunity. It leered at the heroine, and it saw that she had lost the will to fight, and to live. It could just kill her, but it sensed connections to other Goddess Spawn. It would use her, by making her a Seeker. It let its shaft swell, and ripped off the bottom of her costume, leaving her naked. It then spread her legs, and sagging tits, and quickly rammed its shaft into her. It heard her gasp in shock, but that only fuelled its need to make her a Seeker. It started to thrust in and out of the defeated Goddess Spawn, and the thought of claiming her as a Seeker speed up the process.

At the key moment, the demon roared as it achieved what mortals called a sexual release. It sent what the depraved mortals called cum coursing into the defeated Goddess Spawn. In that moment, her body shuddered, and a glow spread from her abdomen. As the glow spread, her skin changed to a scaly exterior. Her insides changed as well, since they were no longer needed for her to exist. She was the Seeker of the demon, and she would summon him when she found worthy prey. Once the transformation was done, the demon smiled, especially when it saw the expression on her face, and the look her eyes had. Then it sensed something, and smiled. The Seeker would get its first test.

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While events happened in the house in what one might think as real time, the truth was that hardly any time had passed outside the building. Rushing to the door of the surreal house was someone who did know the history of the house. It was Ms. Americana. She had had a narrow escape from the demonic place years ago, and did her best to prevent other heroines from falling victim to the place. She was rushing to the house after seeing Shield run in. She did not know why, since she had not seen Shield pursuing anyone.

As she neared the door, she put on a burst of speed. "I need to get Shield out of there before anything happens to her. She's not experienced enough to handle the supernatural elements that control this place." She had heard stories where inexperienced heroines ran afoul of the supernatural. Even experienced ones, like GOT-Gal and Danger Babe, had close encounters with the supernatural; some too close for comfort.

Ms. Americana rushed in, and was surprised at how dark the place was. While it was dark, she felt that she could see a familiar figure standing in the darkness. It had to be Shield. The young heroine must not have been in the place long, and had to be trying to find someone. Obviously, the house had not lured her too far in. She slowly walked up to the young heroines, thankful for the good luck. "Shield, thank goodness you are safe. We need to get you out of here. There are forces in this house that are too...." She froze when her hand touched the shoulder of the figure, and felt the scaly skin.

In that instant, the figure grabbed her arm, and spun around. She saw the face of Shield, but it looked wrong. It looked like it was stuck in a look of pure hatred, but the eyes said horror and despair. That look stunned her so much that she was quickly spun around, and the figure held her arms behind her back. Even with her power belt on, she could not break free of the things inhumanly strong grip. She was even more stunned when the figure spoke in a feminine, yet inhuman voice, "Master, I have Goddess Spawn for you."

In the blink of an eye, Ms. Americana saw a demonic figure appear before her, with phallic looking horns sticking out over its shoulders, and tentacles came out from under its arms. The demon had a hungry look on its face, and she gasped in shock as it ripped her top off. "You have done well, my Seeker. Her breasts will be a good meal, and it will weaken the Goddess." She wanted to protest, but before Ms. Americana could say a word, the demon had latched onto her breasts. Soon, her breasts suffered the same fate as Shield's, but her mind had a complete break down. Even as the demon disappeared, with its Seeker, the ruined heroine collapsed in a heap, and did not leave the building.

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In the time after Halloween, several strange events occurred. The first was that a topless woman had been found in an abandoned field. It had been obvious to the people who found her that she had been to a costume party dressed as Ms. Americana, but must have run afoul of one of the heroine’s foes. The fact that her top was gone, and her breasts were sagging down past her crotch only fueled that she wasn't the heroine. She was also out of her mind, since she kept claiming she was Americana.

The second thing was that the head of Wade Enterprises went missing. No one knew where Brenda Wade had disappeared to, but her ward, Lydia Wills, said she had gone away on business. It was ironic that at the time, an unknown gentleman had been put in charge of the company. No one was aware that someone had been waiting for this opportunity, but they didn't make a move yet, since past occurrences didn't last long.

Lastly, there was the strange incidents that started happening at the college. In one of the women's dormitories, a strange entity had been spotted. It first appeared in the room of a missing college student named Carla. What followed was that her roommate, a buxom blonde named Nikki Widget had been heard screaming, only to be found in her dorm room, topless, with her breasts sagging to her crotch. The only words she could say was, "It was Carla. She did it. Kill me. She destroyed my tits." After that, rumor stated more women were attacked, found in similar states. Even Amazing Babe saw the creature, but narrowly escaped. Unlike the others, she said the thing was Shield. After that, that dorm was abandoned, but the thing showed up in other dorms. As time passed, some people who had seen the thing said that it had looked similar to the missing student.

Unknown to the mortals of the world, every attack that happened caused one celestial figure to get weaker and weaker. Each attack would turn the perfect figure of the Goddess known to some as Aphrodite, and others as Venus, and as different names to others, into something less perfect. If the attacks kept up, by the time of next Halloween, the Goddess would look like a withered crone, and past that, she would cease to exist.

Happy Halloween.