Making sure She can get away with things

Sex is pretty awesome.

Sex when You're all-powerful is really fucking awesome.

Sex when You're all-powerful and have made Your partners know exactly how best to pleasure You is probably the greatest thing ever.

After just being omnipotent, anyway.

Plenty of nipple-sucking, pussy-eating and ass-licking later, Meg and Celina were completely tired out, but I was still wide awake, since I'd said that I no longer had any need to sleep. I still could if I wanted to, but I didn't need to.

Also pretty awesome.

"When I change something it'll work the way I intend it to," I ordered. Probably not necessary but no sense risking inadvertent fuckups. I didn't want this whole "ownership of the universe" thing to work out like some trickster genie or monkey's paw.

"Any news reports about Me will wait until Meg and Celina are awake." That retroactively altered history, since that idiot Cade had been on the nightly news talking about how he sensed My presence stronger than most and claimed to know what I was likely to do. "Also Abraham Cade is going to come down with a severe case of gastroenteritis and be unable to do media appearances for a few days."

Serves him right.

"And I'm immortal." Didn't want to forget that bit. Again, not sure how relevant it was, but no sense taking chances.

Anyway, that still left Me with quite some time to go, so I decided to go downstairs and fire up Meg's games, after making sure she and Celina would stay asleep no matter what. Maybe now that I can focus better on stuff I might find it more enjoyable.

Well, as it turned out, the problem wasn't that I found it irksome to focus on the game. The problem was that I was just too good now. I hadn't even said anything about being good at video games and whatever had happened to make Me the owner of the universe had also made Me really good at video games. Sucked the fun right out of it.

So instead I just decided to curl up with a huge bowl of self-refilling, heavily-buttered popcorn and watch one of My favourite film trilogies. It was about nine hours all told, though.

"It will be 6:30 when I'm done watching these movies and ready to start the day," I said.

Me, casually manipulating time was such a huge turn-on.

Meg was padding down the stairs just as I finished stretching and had put the bowl aside on the counter. "About time you got up," I teased.

"Did You sleep at all?" she said, a bit bleary as she put the kettle on to make coffee, and yawned heavily.

"Don't need to. Comes with the whole 'being Me' thing." It wasn't that I couldn't say "God", I just didn't want to. If anyone thought of complaining about how self-centred I was being I could just decide that they didn't belong in My universe.

"Cool." Meg splashed a little water on her face from the sink faucet and started getting out pans for breakfast. "No chance You could give me a hand with this, what with being up and all that?"

"Nah," I said. "Also you're making dinner from now on, too."

"All right. Guess You've got important You things to be doing?"

"Nope, I just feel like making you do all the work. I'm going to be the laziest bum of a Me you've ever heard of."

"Sounds awesome," Meg said. She didn't exactly sound enthused about it, but neither was there any negativity in her statement. For one, she couldn't think negatively of anything I did, but also I could tell she thought it was a fair tradeoff for getting to live in the same house as Me.

And I wasn't about to kick her out or anything. Hell, I'd probably let her express her gratitude at My infinite magnanimity by cracking an egg or whisking a bowl for a few seconds every now and then.

I stood around while Meg busied herself with breakfast, though I did grab My cup of coffee. Didn't need it any more, of course, but it was a familiar taste and something I enjoyed.

Celina got up only a little after I ordinarily would've and grabbed the extra cup Meg had made for her. "What's with the popcorn?" she asked.

"I was wondering that myself," Meg admitted.

I shrugged. "Have as much as you want." Meg didn't like popcorn, but Celina tried some.

"Way too buttery and salty for my taste," she said after a few pieces.

"Well then you're just wrong, because it's exactly what I like," I told her. I was curious how she'd react to that.

"Them I'm wrong," she concluded.

Good to know. My opinions were correct, everyone admitted that, but I'd have to specifically change subjective taste if I wanted to enforce them on anyone else.

"News broadcast will start soon," I said when Meg dished up bacon and eggs. She turned on the TV.

Sure, it wasn't on the hour, or the half-hour, or even the quarter-hour, but what did that matter?

"Good morning, I'm Eric Connors," the morning host said. "We begin this broadcast on the second day of the reign of our Eternal Goddess Ashley with a prayer, that She might, in Her infinite wisdom, do with us as She will and mold us so that we might best serve Her." Eric bowed his head briefly.

"Did You make them do that?" Celina asked after bowing her own head, Meg having joined her.

"Nah, but I'm not gonna tell them to stop."

"Our first story," the newsreader said after the moment of silence. "Everyone in the world is now aware that we are merely the property of the Eternal Goddess Of All, Ashley Cutler. Social media is abuzz with agreement that this is the rightful state of affairs and all users unanimously expressed their devotion and servitude toward Her, along with wishes to know how they might best serve Her. I speak for the entire world in praying that should I ever displease Her in the slightest, She will strike me down on the spot and banish me to unending damnation for my unforgivable sin."

Both Meg and Celina bowed their heads at that, too.

Apparently that was all the preamble that was thought necessary, because the news moved onto other matters.

"So are You gonna go into work or is that something only the rest of us are going to do now?" Meg asked.

"I enjoy what I do," I said. "So yeah, I'll be going in."

"Cool," Celina said.

"None of you actually have to do anything if you don't want to, though, I'm not about to **** My coworkers to do work if they don't want to."

"This is awesome. Can You help us avoid traffic, too?" Meg asked.

"Sure, you've got a hovercar now, only one in the world."

"Fucking sick. That'll be way better than just teleporting I bet."

There wasn't much more after that, so we crammed into the car and Meg took off, flying at top speed above all the traffic and getting us into work on time.

Work wasn't that exciting, even just being able to relax all day, except for the team meeting at the start of the day.

There were Steve and Deb, the two industry veterans whom I'd brought on to mentor My other hires. Carl and Fran were also there, orphans who'd been living on the street for a few years, after they aged out of the foster care system at 18, until I got them jobs and a home. Tony, in his mid-thirties, who hadn't been able to hold down a job for more than a few months due to chronic alcoholism, but he'd been clean for a year now. Priya, a party girl who came to work high but could program like a champ. And finally Joe, who'd been fired from job after job for being unable to keep from telling off his supervisors even though he did great work and was generally right whenever he complained.

"You all know what's happened," I said without preamble.

"Yes, Goddess Ashley," they chorused, Meg and Celina joining in.

"I might like that from other people every so often but you all had better just keep calling me Ashley or Ash. I'm still the same person I was before, I just own the universe now. Got it?"

Heads nodded.

"Today you're gonna do your jobs, if you want, anyway. I'll be on the evening news tonight to make some announcements about how the world's going to work now that I'm in charge, and some of it'll impact you, but for now just keep doing what you're doing."

"Yes, Ashley," they all said as one.

"If you want to take the day off instead, go ahead. Do whatever you want." They wouldn't do anything I'd personally disapprove of, but they didn't have to care what society or the law thought. "Just don't bother asking Me what I'm going to announce. You'll find out at the same time as everyone else."

The meeting dispersed. Meg stayed behind. "Not even gonna tell me?"

"Not even you. Don't worry, everyone will like what I'm going to do."

"Of course we will. You're doing it."

"Exactly."

Only Tony took the day off, and that was just to go to a liquor store and drink through as much of their stock as he could without bothering to pay. I didn't care. I knew what I said about potentially changing things would stress some people out, and drinking himself into a stupor was Tony's way of dealing with too much stress.

I decided to refrain from changing anything. Oh, it was tempting just to march up to the executive offices and do a complete reorganization of the company right then and there, but I was about to reorganize the entire world in just a few hours, so I couldn't be bothered.

After work, Meg and Celina went home while a luxury limo from the local TV studio waited to pick Me up. My comment about appearing on the news had been enough to **** them to clear the schedule.

I'd gone nude at work, since public decency laws were for mortals, but I spoke myself into a casual outfit before going on set.

"Good evening, I'm Aaron Williams," the host said, the camera focused on him while I sat nearby. "Tonight, by the command of our Eternal Goddess, I am broadcasting to the entire world, viewing must-see TV. I am told that it is quite literally so; it is impossible not to be watching this broadcast."

I nodded. Even people who had no way of accessing a TV or even a radio were seeing this directly in front of them, and it was in a language they understood.

"I am deeply honored to have been chosen to be the first person to interview Her Holiness." The camera panned and retreated to include both of us in the shot. Aaron looked at me. He wasn't going to ask a question. Some interview, but that's how I wanted it. This was My show.

"Hello," I said. "By now, I know all of you watching know what has happened, and that you are all overjoyed to be My property."

I paused for just a moment, enjoying feeling the sensation of worldwide adulation.

"In light of this, I am now going to announce the new standards for My world. First, there are some of you whose existence I will not tolerate in My universe." I listed off a bunch of traits that I personally found despicable, whether they were personal views, previous acts, proclivities, or various other things. "Anyone who fits this description and can't be rehabilitated normally is no longer allowed to exist," I declared, instantly erasing a few billion people from the planet.

"All praise to Your endless beneficence, Your Magnificence," Aaron said.

"Further, anyone who is not physically, mentally, or chronologically mature enough to share a world with Me will now go to an alternate reality where they can mature, along with the best educators, counselors and therapists My world has to offer." That got rid of another two billion or so, leaving around three billion on My main planet. The people I'd just sent away would return, though, once they were ready.

"We glory in the light of Your infinite wisdom, Your Perfection."

"Now that the only people left are the ones whom I want to have around," I continued, "I'm going to make some changes. First, clothing is now optional, and if you wear it, it must be to make you look sexy." With those words, My clothes vanished, while Aaron's became a stereotypical Chippendale dancer outfit. I knew similar changes had happened all across the world.

"Second, I'm a lesbian, so frankly I find the male form thoroughly unappealing. So everyone's an attractive woman now. No more cocks, just boobs and pussies now."

"We submit to the ideal of Your absolute command, Your Highness!" Abby said in her new, much more pleasant alto.

"If you want to get pregnant, you're going to have to pray for it. But you won't know you're praying to Me. Frankly, all this worship stuff is kinda boring. It's fun, but it's boring. So you're all gonna forget that I own you, unless I want you to remember. You'll still know it deep down, and you'll still do everything I say, but you'll react more naturally to it. You still won't be able to hate Me for it or anything like that, though. And that's all I've got for My slaves today. It'll be fun messing with all of you."

The broadcast abruptly ended, I teleported Myself back to the house where Meg and Celina waited--I'd allowed them to remember--and I looked forward to My new world of debauchery and pranks.