A Goddess's whims

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

Jen walked around the school, slipping through doors, walls and people, observing them caught in a frozen instant.

She'd sent Amia and Dorothea away, the latter being too excited by her new split self to be of much use, especially with Amia being willing to her use ability to be in as many places as she wanted to tease her subordinate.

Jen could see the various links that bound the people in the school to each other: links of authority, principal to teachers to students, links of friendship, animosity, romance. There were even a few soulmates.

Giggling, she began reorganizing links almost at random.

Every student fell deeply in love with at least one other student. Jen did ensure that circles were completed and interests reciprocated, and that physical attraction was also present by altering sexualities.

When she was done, the social fabric of the school had been rewritten.

The captain of the new cheerleading squad was deeply in love with both the president of the LGBT club and the basketball team's star centre. The head librarian carried on a torrid, secret affair with the track coach, and the shop teacher joined in when he could. The school's resident ice queen found herself besotted with the girl who everyone knew had slept with more people at the school (including, as Jen knew and others suspected, a fair number of the teachers), who herself realized that said ice queen was her one true love and refused all other advances. The various office secretaries got together at assorted locations after school and tried out new sexual techniques, and the counselors' favourite methods suddenly included sex of all kinds, which they too regularly practiced on each other.

She doled out physical enhancements quite liberally, not to the extent of her brother's slaves' or Haley's, but every girl ended up with breasts that were well more than a handful for her partners, in addition to matching asses, and all the guys had cocks that rivalled porn stars' dicks. She also made everyone fit and athletic, and gave the girls long hair while removing all their other hair below their eyes.

To facilitate all the sex that would inevitably occur during school hours, she changed the dress code. Girls were required to wear filmy bras with a clasp at the front, and either microskirts or tight hotpants with tearaway sections for their pussies and asses, and nothing else other than their footwear of choice. Guys were similarly allowed to wear any footwear, but could not wear a shirt, and their pants had to be tight enough to show the outline of their dicks even when flaccid, and have similar tearaway sections at the crotch and ass; with another thought, she made kilts, without underwear, also acceptable. She did ensure that all parts of the school were monitored to prevent any nonconsensual sex.

With some final thoughts, she gave all the women in lesbian pairings, or groups involving at least two women, retractable cocks, fully functional and complete with balls, greatly enhanced the volume of cum anyone with a cock could spurt in one orgasm, made all the women squirters, and put everyone on the brink of a titanic orgasm, triggered by her unfreezing time.

Smiling, she did so.

And collapsed to the ground, overcome by her own command.

Her uncontrolled thoughts blasted outward, reshaping reality around her as her mind was flooded by sexual feelings. Breasts and asses ballooned, cocks lengthened, muscles grew. Some guys grew boobs, some girls grew more boobs. Numerous people ended up with extra arms, or with traits of mythological creatures. As she frantically fingered herself, she thought how good her tongue would feel on her pussy, and then how good more than one tongue would feel, and that thought was particularly prevalent, causing everyone in the school to grow multiple long, prehensile tongues, typically at least three, and the girls all gained at least two tongues in their pussies.

After what seemed an eternity Amia appeared, though only Jen could detect her presence.

The angel sent a jolt of pleasure into Jen, and the difference was enough to snap Jen out of her pleasure, though not before Amia had grown four extra arms, three extra tits, all five then the size of beachballs, a two-foot long cock and eight extra wings, all fourteen of hers then stretching through the building and over a mile in each direction.

Jen gathered herself and stood up.

"I think that might be a better look for you," she said lightly. Amia gave her a disapproving glare.

"Fine," said the Goddess, and reversed the angel's changes. "But theirs stay. Well, except for his." She pointed at a guy who had just discovered that he could make girls' tits grow by looking at them, and had already immobilized a few girls with tits twice their size. "And I'll reverse the changes he made, well, mostly." The girls in question found themselves able to stand again, though with decidedly larger boobs than Jen had initially given them. "Thankfully I didn't do something crazy like pass along my Godhood."

"You need to compartmentalize, Jen," said Amia. "Giving yourself a massive orgasm is fun and all--I do it myself plenty of times--but you have to lock off--"

"--my pleasure centre from my powers," finished Jen. "Got it. Done. Want to check?" she said, opening her mind to Amia. She felt Amia enter just enough to confirm that Jen had indeed cordoned off her pleasure centre, and took advantage of the angel's temporary distraction to give her a huge orgasm. Five massive tits quivered as Amia lay shaking on the ground, caressing herself with her wings. Jen ended the other's pleasure about half a minute later.

"Okay, I deserved that," laughed Amia. "Now can you take all these extras away? I'd do it myself but you seem to have locked them in."

"Sure," said Jen. "Well, except the wings. They're just too comfortable." Amia sighed gratefully as she returned to her usual two arms and two breasts, though she noted that the latter were still larger than before. Then she noticed something was off.

"Hey, what are you doing with my wings?"

"Like I said, they're too comfortable. So I'm giving you more. I think you're up to about three and a half million of them now, and they're all around a million light-years--Earth years, of course--in length. And, there. A hundred billion wings, each thirty billion light-years long."

"Jen, just using one pair of those would destroy half the universe."

"Then I guess you'll just have to make them ethereal to most things, won't you? You do know how to do that, right?"

Amia grimaced. "I can, but it's not the easiest thing for me to do. Really, Dorothea is much better at it. If you want an angel who can enfold you like that, talk to her."

"Fine," said Jen. "There. Now it should be second nature to you. Now come on, there's still more I want to do."