A big stroll

There was no actual need for Nova Willard to be fifty feet tall.

Her magic wasn't any more powerful. She had the full abilities of the Willard line, and a trio of genies who could make tweaks to that as she saw fit.

Her physical capabilities were effectively unchanged, as well. Sure, each step caused a tiny tremor now, but she could've done that at her ordinary size. She could gouge out chunks of the road, or topple buildings with a shove, but that was nothing her magic didn't let her do anyway.

Nova wasn't fifty feet tall because she had any need to be; she was fifty feet tall because she wanted to be. There was a certain visceral satisfaction in being able literally to look down on beings who were factually lesser than her and see them scurrying about around her feet, trying to dodge out of the way as she casually walked down the street.

Not that she was actually looking to crush anyone at the moment; her magic displaced space around her so that she always had an empty place to step. If she felt like crushing things, she'd get a lot bigger, anyway.

Every so often she'd point at a cute woman around her age and give her a ridiculously oversexualised body. More than one of them had swiftly staggered over to a bench and started masturbating loudly, not caring, and not needing to care, thanks to Nova's magic, who heard or saw them.

"Goddess," Gemma said. Nova had shrunk her friend-**** down to fit in her ear canal, but her vision was what she would see if she were walking behind Nova on a leash.

"Yes, Gemma?" Nova replied, her voice booming and rattling windows but nobody able to pay attention to what she was saying in a private conversation.

"Why are you still allowing... that?" Gemma made a gesture with her hand that, were her body where her vision was, would have pointed toward a young man and woman engaged in a prolonged public display of affection.

"Allowing what?" Nova said, though she knew full well what Gemma meant. Nova was gay through and through, but she wasn't one to judge others on their sexual preferences; Gemma, on the other hand, found the idea of being in a romantic or sexual relationship with a man revolting and didn't even care for hentai where any of the women had cocks, as much as she loved tentacles. The one time another woman had broached the idea of using even a strap-on to Gemma, she promptly got a slap in the face and a slammed door.

"You know what. It's exploitative. Men don't care about women as people, they just want us because we're a set of holes they can stick their dicks in. If a prettier face or a larger pair of boobs comes along their eyes and minds wander."

Nova shrugged and sent a bolt of magic at the couple. The woman grew as the others had, taller, more muscular, curvier, more beautiful. Their mentalities shifted so that she became the fully dominant partner in the relationship, while the man became fully obedient, subservient and loyal.

"Better?" she asked.

"That solves one problem, what about the billions of others?" Gemma groused.

"What, do you want me to rewrite the entire social hierarchy to make women the dominant gender?"

"God is a woman, why shouldn't we be?" Gemma shot back.

"Then women might just come to see men as nothing more than a fuckstick we can use to pleasure our holes," Nova pointed out.

"At least it'd be a change from what it is now. Fuckers would deserve it after how women've been treated for centuries or millennia."

"You know my grandma was pretty much just as powerful as me, and it's not a change she ever made."

"You're not your grandma, and besides, she liked men in a way you and I don't."

Nova shrugged.

"What the use of having the power to rewrite the universe if you're not going to actually use it, Goddess?" Gemma challenged.

"That's not a change I want to make," Nova decided. "Remember who's in charge here, ****." Nova let the words sting mentally, but also serve as a reminder that it was Gemma who had insisted that Nova forcibly take away her autonomy.

"Yes, Goddess," Gemma replied, chastened, and also aroused at how Nova was treating her harshly for trying to press her.

"But..." Nova snapped her fingers and a handful of other people around changed. "That should dissuade abusive relationships."

"What'd you do?"

"Just changed things so that anyone being abusive to their partner would find themselves on the receiving end instead, for good. That sort of thing is hardly exclusive to heterosexual relationships, never mind just to men in heterosexual relationships, after all. You'd know that if you actually looked into things instead of just hating men reflexively." Nova gave Gemma a telekinetic swat on her ass.

"By your own logic you should be subservient to me then," Gemma groused again.

"Well obviously I'm exempt from my own rules. What sort of deity would I be if I didn't get to be a massive hypocrite?"

Nova's wanderings had taken her back to the bank branch where her grandmother had left the gift she'd retrieved earlier that day and was still wearing, though she'd changed Hestia from a bra to a bandeau top barely covering her nipples, while Aphrodite had basically vanished in her slit and her ass crack. She peered through the building, finding Sophie in the employee restroom, having finished her shift for the day but feeling too pent up from the sensations of her new body that she had to finger herself to orgasm to the porn Nova had created on her phone before she was ready to go home.

"I was planning to go back to your apartment and fuck you silly after this little walkabout," Nova said casually, "but after that little argument I think I'd rather have my first experience as God be with someone else."

"As you will, Goddess," Gemma said, though she was getting aroused at the idea of Nova fucking another woman.

Nova used a jolt of magic to erase Sophie's clothes, then sent another to prepare the teller for sex with God.