Bar

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

It was strange, in a way.

As God, I exercised total, unquestionable control over all aspects of reality. Nothing happened without my consent, and I could cause anything I wished to happen. My every whim bound all existence, and my every desire overrode all else. To a point.

I could change scientific fact with a thought. At my merest command, uranium-100 became stable, and hydrogen-1's protons and electrons split. The charge ratio of protons to electrons became thirteen to four, or eighteen to eleven, or the square root of two to the square root of three. Neutrons became composed of two quarks, each with charge one-fourth, and pions had five quarks, with charges ranging from one-tenth to four-sevenths (all positive), while both particles still had zero charge. The speed of light became fifty kilometers per hour, or five million kilometers per millisecond, or anything else I wished. Gravity became inversely proportional to distance, or distance cubed, or even directly proportional to distance.

I could even change math and logic, making 2 plus 2 equal 6, or 3, or negative e. I could make e to the power of pi algebraic, and zero transcendental. I could make a cube whose sides were nonagons. I could make both a statement and its negative true, and deciare that the conjunction of two true statements was false and that the disjunction of two false statements was false. I could make the statement "four plus ukelele equals the Austrian school was right" not only make sense, but definitively true or false. Nothing was immune to my power to alter it.

Nothing except myself.

Oh, I could change my physical appearance, of course. My body was just a shell I projected into reality in order to allow those bound to reality to more easily interact with me, should I wish them to interact with me. No, it was those things that made me who I am, innately, that I could not change.

And one thing that I hadn't known was innate was my ultimate lack of self-control.

I could keep myself under control well enough, of course, probably better than most people. It's not like I'd spent all my money on porn or talked about the French Revolution in a physics class or anything like that. And even now I can almost always keep my power from just reaching out and changing things. But I was always pretty horny, and that's only gotten worse now that I'm God, and when I reach orgasm I lose my grip on my powers and the best I can do is try to contain the changes as my subconscious mind rewrites reality to match my libido-driven fantasies.

Thankfully, this time I'd managed to contain the changes to the bar and to my already-altered class.

Unfortunately, I knew that that meant those changes had been incredibly extensive.

The bar was, comparatively, not much different. Oh, it was a strip club now, but I might've made that change anyway. Of course, every female patron had become a stripper there, with smoking hot bodies to go with it, but that still wasn't a huge change.

Slightly more important was that every female patron in the club, in addition to being a stripper, now had twenty bodies, each between nine and ten feet tall. Figures were, at a minimum, 44M-26-60, and half their bodies also had cocks that were eighteen inches soft and four feet hard. They also had tongues which could lick their own nipples, and hair reaching to the floor. They weren't required to be naked, but all their clothing was extremely suggestive and provocative and they all loved stripping, especially in front of an audience.

The guys, meanwhile, had each only gained another body, but while their original bodies had just been firmed up (getting rid of excess flab and such) and made a bit taller with decently larger dicks, their second body also had big tits and a deep cunt, along with a more womanly ass. (Well, the sort of ass I wanted women to have, which meant those were womanly asses.)

The staff were different. They were all female now, and the waitresses doubled as sex partners of a sort. Whenever someone entered the club, they would both change to fit my order for male and female patrons, but each waitress would gain five bodies for every erogenous zone on the patron's bodies--five per cock, per pussy, per ass, per breast, per nipple, per mouth (I hadn't quite been able to contain the changes, but the only one that leaked out was one that made the mouth an erogenous zone), and per anything else, like, say, a cowtaur's ears--which meant that since at the start of there'd been sixty men and forty women, there were now among the patrons five hundred and twenty cocks, eight hundred and sixty pussies, nine hundred and twenty asses and mouths, and one thousand, seven hundred and twenty breasts (and that many nipples), which meant each waitress now had thirty-three thousand, three hundred bodies. They'd also all gained cocks on all their bodies, but the real change was that they could lactate any beverage, pull diningware out of their pussies, and any sort of food out of their mouths. The cocks were just for fucking.

The bartender had also changed. She still only had one body, but she could stretch any part of it to be as long as she wished, so long as she was in the bar. That was useful in case a customer became too grabby or insistent with the waitresses (they were horny, but still covered by sexual harassment laws), so that he or she could still order and receive food and drink without getting anything titillating too close. Like the waitresses, though, she was also able to produce plates, cups, cutlery, food, and drink as she wished.

Of course, I could have changed it all back with a thought. But my willpower just wasn't strong enough--another thing I couldn't change about myself. Whether I liked it or not, these changes were right out of the deepest, darkest, most perverted parts of my mind, and that meant that they were here to stay. Even the mouth change (which had happened shortly before the other changes, so I knew that in that history, films and TV shows, at least in North America, almost ever showed kissing or eating) was not one I could reverse.

But even those changes were pretty much insignificant compared to what had happened to my class.