How it started

[I thought it might be fun to find out what happens if Dave Harris from my story Spelling Errors (https://chyoa.com/story/Spelling-Errors.59355) somehow became all-powerful.]

The spell wasn't supposed to make you the owner of the world. It was just supposed to make you rich. The thing is, it wasn't designed to be used by anyone as horny as you, which supercharged magic, and certainly whoever invented the spell didn't consider that your partner in the sexual ritual would not only be your sister, but that she would also be extremely lusty and an inherently powerful, but inexperienced, mage in her own right. Instead of gaining a mere fortune, you ended up owning... well, the universe.

You are now omnipotent, but you don't know that yet, because you haven't granted yourself omniscience. You won't know you can, until you do. Sort of a catch-22. You are an unlikely god, since until you change yourself, you still have the mind and personality of a slightly nerdy 18-year-old.

"I wonder if it worked, Abs," you say as you untie her ankles and wrists. "How long do you think before money starts coming in?"

"MMmmm... it sure worked for me, Stretch," she replies, stretching luxuriously on the bed as you free her limbs. "As for the money, who knows?" She begins picking hardened wax off her flat, toned belly and full, firm tits. You help and realize that this part of hot wax play is tedious and messy. It's your first time, so you didn't know. You wish it would come off easier and stay together, so it didn't make a big mess in the bed. Then, the wax drippings come away from her skin in an easy motion. All the small bits stick to each other in a soft ball of wax, that can easily be tossed away.

Abbie stares at the wax ball. "I've never seen it do that before," she says, looking puzzled.

"Oh, you've, um... done this before?" you stammer out.

She smiles slyly at you. "Just once or twice. You did pretty great for your first time. But usually, it's a pain to clean up. Think the magic helped with that?"

"It would be the first time magic made things convenient," you chuckle. "I was just thinking it would be great if it wasn't so messy."

"Just thinking, huh?" she asks, looking at you with her head tilted. "Try thinking it would be great if I had a diamond-studded collar."

You laugh and shrug, you picture your sister wearing a thick, black leather collar with big diamonds set in a row across the front. It appears, just as you imagined it.

Abbie's fingers fly to her throat. She feels the collar, then she jumps out of bed and looks in her mirror. "Fuck! Beanpole, you did it!" she shouts. "How?"

You shake your head. "I have no idea. I thought about it, and... it was there. Maybe this is how the spell makes me rich. It lets me create valuable things," you suggest.

"Cleaning up wax isn't a money-maker," Abbie says, shaking her head. "Something else is going on. You need to wish for something else. Test this out."

"OK, I wish I had a decent laptop. My computer is ancient," you say. A brand new, top-of-the-line laptop appears on the bed. You open it and find it's fully charged, has all the apps you use installed, and all your documents (mostly porn) and account information are already saved on it. "Holy fuck! This rocks."

"No," Abbie smacks your shoulder. "You already made a thing. You need to test the limits. Think bigger."

"I can't think of anything," you say. "I'm blanking."

Abbie sighs. "I know you've got an imagination, Stretch. Put it to use," she says. Then she suggests, "How about this? Give me tits as big as Mom's."

You think about it, and Abbie's already nice-sized grow at least a cup size, staying pert and firm as they do. She squeals in glee as she watches in the mirror.

"You can change bodies, make inanimate objects, what else?" she wonders excitedly.

You look at your sister, wondering what else she's thinking you should be able to do, and suddenly, you can sense her mind. You know that she's excited for you. Thoughts of what the two of you could do with this power run through her head. She's picturing both of you having anything you can dream of — yachts, mansions, private jets. That's too obvious, though. It could just be what you guess she's thinking.

"Think of a number," you tell her. You sense the number 3 come into her mind. "Three?" you ask.

Her eyes go wide, "Yes. But that's too easy. What am I thinking now?"

You roll your eyes at her. "That I could give myself a fat, 10-inch bitch-breaker of a cock. Really?" you smirk.

"I was just thinking you could, not that you should," she giggles. "Yours is more than fine as is. Too big, and some girls won't be able to handle it. Anyway, we'll add mind reading to the list."

You concentrate for a second and send an image of yourself with the cock she described into her mind. She grins. "Two-way telepathy, got it."

You think in her direction. She drops to her knees, "Thank you for letting me see your amazing imaginary cock, Master," she says. "Fuck! Not just telepathy, mind control. I couldn't not do that," she says, getting back to her feet. "Think of something bigger," she insists.

"This is too wild. I'm too blown away to even think of anything else," you say. "I wish this came with instructions, and I just knew what I could do with it."

ANYTHING. EVERYTHING. The answer appears with absolute certainty in your mind. "Fuuuuuck..." you gasp out.