Date

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

I knew no one was around me or near my car as I walked through my office's building, so I decided to shortcut things and just teleported home. That was a rush.

It also left me rather more time to prepare for dinner than I'd anticipated--not that time was particularly relevant to me any more, since I had complete control of it now--so I took advantage of that time (and used my new powers to elongate it anyway) to take a wonderfully luxurious shower. Giving myself multiple bodies proved really useful in cleaning myself, and after I was done I used a little more of my infinite power to make sure I'd never get at all dirty ever again, unless I actively wanted to.

Drying off was, of course, simple, but when I went to stand in front of my new full-length mirror in the nude I realized I liked the "wet look" (except for my hair) and brought it back. I had noticed a few physical imperfections when I was washing myself, so I caused the mirror to zoom in on them and fixed them. Then I actually dried off and started creating different styles of dresses.

I'd decided while I was in the shower that I'd never wear regular underwear again. My tits had always been pretty perky for their size, but now they stood out proudly, and I didn't really care what anyone thought of the fact that I was showing tons of cleavage and had nipples poking through whatever I was wearing.

I realized probably one of the biggest flaws on my body was all the minute cuts on my pussy from all the times I'd shaved it. So instead I just made my pubic hair go away entirely, and, while I was at it, since I didn't like pubic hair on my partners, just got rid of it altogether for all of humanity. After all, while I had no intention of doing stuff like making everyone in the world orgasm constantly for a month, or giving some random girl boobs the size of the Statue of Liberty (or making her as tall as the Statue of Liberty), I wasn't going to hold back from making widespread changes like that, especially since I'd also changed everyone's memories so that nobody knew what it was like to have pubic hair. And while I was at it I decided that I'd just wipe out all STIs.

I thought about what I wanted to wear for my dinner date, and flashed through millions of styles in a matter of seconds before settling on a molded minidress. It actually wasn't really clothing, mind you, because it was in truth an extension of my skin. So it followed the contours of my body perfectly before hanging down just low enough to cover my crotch. I'd made it tight enough so that it wouldn't be blown up by an errant gust of wind, and it would also shift to cover my cunt or my ass as I moved. I didn't feel like messing with public nudity laws just yet. It was also strapless, cut low enough so that all of my boobs above my areolae was exposed, plunged in the middle to show off the rest of my cleavage and my belly button, and dropped even further in the back to sit just above my prodigious ass. On any human, even one with my figure, it would have fallen off, of course. Knowing everything might remove at least some of the wonder in discovering new things about the universe, but being able to do anything made up for it, I decided.

My date, one Rebecca Wright, had chosen the restaurant (though I'd made the reservations; being a famous professor has its perks, after all), and it wasn't far from where she lived, but it was a good thirty-minute drive for me. Of course, my newfound abilities allowed me to shave a lot off that, since I could make sure the roads would be reasonably clear and that I'd hit green lights the whole way. Of course, I also ensured there was a parking spot for me right at the front door. And I timed it so that I'd get there right as Rebecca arrived.

"Rebecca!" I called.

"Jane!" she called back, and gave me a quick hug.

Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention my name. Jane Smith. And don't make a "Plain Jane" joke, or I swear to God--well, I guess I mean me, now--that I'll find you and, well, not kill you, although I guess I could do that now being God and all. Anyway, just don't make that joke, all right?

Rebecca had a decent body, nothing like mine, of course, but 5'4", 36C-24-36, brunette hair to her mid-back is nothing to sneeze at. Plus I'd had an inkling the previous night that she was really, really good at cunnilingus, and now that I knew everything about her, I knew that she was. She also liked wearing heels, and tonight she had six-inch ones on, so she was as tall as I was. I personally hate wearing heels myself, but I love the way they look on other women.

Her dress (it was a formal restaurant, after all; when I met her in the bar she was in a dirty crop-top and jean shorts) wasn't as revealing as mine, but it hugged her curves nicely. We walked in, were quickly seated, and while we were looking at the menu (well, she was; I already knew exactly what I wanted) I decided to erase her underwear from reality. Just like me, she never wore underwear, but her dress was long enough that she wouldn't inadvertently expose herself. It was amusing to watch what she thought were surreptitious glances at me over the top of her menu change from "I hope she'll put out on the first date" to "We're fucking tonight whether you like it or not." Of course, I definitely do put out on the first date, and I'd already decided (even before I became omnipotent) that we were going to fuck like bunnies after dinner.

Anyway, she ordered a fancy chicken dish while I got a filet mignon on the menu, along with a Chardonnay for her and a Merlot for me. I made sure she'd have room for dessert and we both ordered a slice of the house cheesecake.

The bill wasn't anything I couldn't afford even before I became all-powerful, so I paid. I suggested we head back to my place ("Good idea," said Rebecca, "my place is a mess.") and she gladly hopped in my car and we drove off.

"First rule of this house for me and my fuck buddies," I said, "no clothes." I quickly shucked my dress and watched appreciatively as she took a little more time getting out of hers. I licked my lips when I saw that her pussy was already glistening.

I swept her off her feet, bent over to kiss her, and while she was distracted shifted us up onto my bed.

We did, indeed, fuck like bunnies that night.

Of course, I didn't need to sleep, so I was able to lie there, admiring her, fixing a few flaws, lengthening her hair to go to her ass--on which I gave her another four inches--bringing in her waist two inches, adding a cup size to her tits, and making her an inch taller. She wouldn't notice any of it when she woke up, of course.

Anyway, the next morning she had to get into the law firm where she worked as a paralegal for 8 AM, and I had an 8 AM lecture, so we had another passionate kiss (with a little pussy-fingering), I waved goodbye (and telekinetically goosed her as she was stepping out the door), and headed out myself.