The realisation of her newfound power gets Yana rather horny...

Yana was 20 years old. Young, pretty, and with a whole life ahead of her that she just had to reach out and grab. That's what she'd thought when she woke up this morning.

Now she was quite certain that she could reach out and grab the entire world in her hand. She wasn't just powerful. She was, it seemed, power itself.

And that, frankly, terrified her.

For a moment, she saw an image in her mind of the Earth fitting snug in her palm, caressed between her latex-covered fingers. She almost feverishly pushed that out of mind as if it would come true from just an idle thought. How could she be entrusted with such power? How could Anna have believed that she would not **** the might that she had been granted? But she recalled the last line of the letter. Anna truly did not care whether she was good or not, as long as she enjoyed herself. She felt a pang of pain in her stomach; she could not even put words onto the emotions that coursed through her body in this moment. She'd never been particularly religious, but all convictions she had held about how the world worked had been utterly shattered. The entirety of Earth was now, if she wanted it to be, her domain. To rule, to... again, she pushed the thought out of her head. But the knowledge stayed; the knowledge of what she could truly do, of how few limits she truly had now.

She felt her heartbeat quicken. Her breath going faster. Her chest heating up. Her nether lips growing moist.

She was far, far beyond natural, but her reactions, her bodily instincts, had not changed in the slightest. She hadn't willed them to. And for now? She didn't care to. She needed release, and she caught herself already absent-mindedly rubbing her fingers against her crotch. She didn't need a mirror to realise how fiery red her cheeks had grown. She felt like a virgin once more, a whole new world of pleasure and possibilities opening up before her - and even with the lust taking over her mind, she felt uncertain, insecure, but determined to take her first few steps into this new existence that she had unlocked.

She sat down. The reclining chair, the one she had sat during those long conversations with Anna. Soft and plush. A hand grasping each armrest, she eased herself down, her legs almost shaking already. She raised a hand, and pressed two fingers against her crotch - and willed the latex that covered there to split apart. It did, as easily as any of the many changes she had done before, and her rubber-clad fingers slipped inside, pushing in between her folds.

It felt exactly like every other time she had masturbated. But that was good enough. She had eternity ahead of her, and she could take things at her own pace. Given how excited she was currently, that pace proved to be rather rapid. Hardly half a minute passed before she was pumping those fingers in and out. No slow build-up, no gentle teasing of her outer sex. Her arousal demanded a fingerfucking, and that's what she gave herself. The best fingerfucking that a mortal body could give and receive, and yet still constrained by that very state of her body, not yet altered. Her breathing grew ragged, and a soft whimper escaped her lips. It sounded very far from divine, but there was nobody here to hear it - and she was honestly too horny to really care, even if someone had heard her.

The rhythmic motions of her fingers grew more rapid by the moment. Yana bit her lower lip, just barely containing her growing excitement. And then, just a few moments later - she came. She felt her sex clench down around her fingers, but she didn't let that pistoning motion end for even a moment. She sighed and gasped, arcing her back. She tensed her legs, relaxed, and tensed again while pleasure radiated through her body. It was as if the very air around her became tense with pleasure and desire, slowly suffusing into the surrounding space. Her cheeks were a glowing red by the time she calmed back down, her climax winding down again.

This was the best climax of her life so far. It would be the least climax of her life going forwards, she decided just then.

Her very mortal needs and desires had been sated, and she slumped back into the chair. Her mind was clearer now, yet still she found it hard to even consider the enormity of what had been granted to her.

She could be a Goddess. A cruel star shining her malevolent influence over the world, an all-knowing entity that would punish the slightest transgression at a moment's notice. A sadistic tyrant who could bully or **** anyone for any reason, or for no reason at all. She saw herself sitting on a throne in a great hall of onyx and marble, attended by dozens of terrified mortals who were unlikely to survive the day. She pushed the thought away. She could never be a monster like that, could she? The very thought was revolting - at least to her mind as it was now.

She could be a Goddess. A benevolent ruler whose wise decrees ensured prosperity for all, and who the mortals would worship and venerate out of boundless gratitude for all that she gave them. She would be the warm glow of the Sun and the comforting embrace of the night. She saw herself walking down the street in public; there was no poverty, no illness, and all who saw her lowered their head in respect and admiration. She would stop at a stall and ask for a cup of roasted almonds. The seller thanked her, and she smiled and thanked in return, a smile so warm and bright that the seller would never again in her life know apathy or depression. But this thought too, Yana shoved aside. How could she know the right way to rule? She was a twenty-year-old girl, not some experienced leader or politician. The vision had made her happy, but doubt sent cracks through the perfection.

But perhaps she could be less than a ruler. She could be the most beautiful fashionista the world had ever seen, on the front page of every fashion magazine with clothes designed by her own imagination. She could live a life of luxury, a life unconstrained by financial considerations. She could be a socialite, attending the most prestigious gatherings of the rich and powerful. She could be a CEO, or a brilliant scientist-author sweeping every category of the Nobel Prizes. All those possibilities - and many, many more that she had yet to come up with. She could, perhaps, even share her experience with someone she held close to herself.

All she had to do was make a decision. A goal - a simple goal, or a world-shaking one. She just needed to decide.