A few detours

Content note: brief mention of watersports

Feeling mostly free from any moral scruples he'd previously had about sex, now that he was God, Harry knew his next destination. He could've just teleported there, of course, but that wouldn't have allowed him to mess with people along the way.

Passing a pair of women a few years older than him, a wave of his hand turned them into curvy lesbian lovers, absolutely devoted to each other. To make their relationship more interesting, he also linked them mentally so that each would always know what the other was thinking and doing, and he made it so that each had the ability to make her partner orgasm on demand. He figured that should make things fun in their relationship, since he declined to make any public orgasms they had through that power seem normal, to them or anyone else. He also altered their facial musculature so that their natural resting expression was an ahegao.

He walked by three straight couples, all about his age, soon after, and a quick glance at their minds showed that none of them were happy with the situation. For starters, two of the men and two of the women were gay, and those who were straight weren't a couple. They just all felt pressured by their families into the relationships, the more so since some of their parents used their religion as an excuse for homophobia.

Harry had had numerous people trust him enough to come out to him privately as gay, trans, or some other such, so being viscerally reminded of that--especially since he was now, technically, the object of said bigots' supposed veneration--quickly got him angry. He immediately made anti-queer bigotry a mortal sin, damning everyone who held such views to Hell when they died, though he didn't bother to let anyone know about that, preferring it to be a nasty surprise. He briefly considered solving dysphoria by an instant mass transformation, but decided that there were too many varieties of it to be adequately addressed through anything other than personal attention from God or a Heavenly reward after death. Harry wasn't going to delude himself into thinking he was some sort of perfect ally, but he did make simply being queer a substantial mark in someone's favour in getting into Heaven.

With a wave of his hand, he rearranged the relationship dynamics between the six, putting them into the couples he knew they'd be much happier in. Of course, he also gave out some physical enhancements while he was at it, shirts forced outward and pants bulging. He knew his divinity would take care of making sure they would be able to live comfortably after their asshole families cut them off, so he didn't bother himself with the details.

He didn't run across anyone else he felt like changing until he saw a woman about a decade older than him carrying groceries to her car in a parking lot. Waving his hand, he teleported the groceries into her trunk and put them into temporal stasis, and casually took control of the woman's mind.

"Drive me," he ordered her, giving her an address that was about an hour and a half at good speeds down the highway.

She silently nodded and got behind the wheel. Harry simply teleported into the passenger seat and didn't bother to buckle his seatbelt.

Once his enthralled chauffeuse was on the road, Harry altered the car so it had an infallible self-driving program, then turned to his temporary slave. "Blow me," he ordered, expanding the car so that she could kneel in front of him and actually get all fifty inches of his ridiculous meat into her.

She didn't question it, simply unbuckling her own seatbelt and mechanically climbing over to get into the proper position. Harry made her clothes vanish partway through. Her figure was modest, average. Harry figured he'd give her something better once he'd repeatedly emptied his balls down her throat.

Which he proceeded to do for the next eighty minutes or so, until they were pulling off the highway back onto local roads. Harry ordered her back into the driver's seat, for appearances' sake if nothing else.

As the car pulled up in front of the house he'd specified, he said, "Thanks. As a reward, Cha--" He only just then bothered to find out her name, not caring about the identity of his latest toy until it came time to give her a reward, and what he found make him freeze, then rewind time a few seconds.

She was gay.

Harry couldn't help but laugh ruefully at himself. He'd just been patting himself on the back for what he'd done for queer people and then the next thing he did he raped a lesbian. Of course, to her it wasn't rape; that her consent wasn't freely given was something known only to him. Harry knew it, though, and he could see how she was trying to rationalize the fact that she'd just given a blowjob to a man when she'd never previously touched a dick. For that matter, she was a pretty hard dom in bed; while she'd certainly eaten out her partners, she'd never willingly put herself into the position of being the submissive one.

Somehow this felt different than what he'd done to Beth. Worse, he realized. At least with Beth he'd had the hots for her since they met, and knew her boyfriend, and could ensure that they continued to have a healthy relationship--interspersed with Harry using Beth again and again, of course--despite him. This woman? He didn't know her at all and would probably never see her again, unless he wanted to keep her as his personal servant or something, or specifically tracked her down from time to time with his omniscience.

The woman was sitting silently, only making the situation more awkward for Harry.

He rewound time again.

"I'm sorry, Charlene," he said quietly, and let her speak.

"How do you know my name?" she asked. Harry was suppressing any panic reaction she might have.

He admitted what he'd done.

"It was rape," Charlene agreed. "But... it didn't feel like that to me. Even though I would never have agreed to give you head if you hadn't forced me to. It didn't feel forced, it felt natural."

"I know," Harry said. "I want to make it up to you, though." He'd told her about Beth, and the couples on the street, too. He was going to erase her memories of those, of course.

Charlene chuckled. "You could just rewind the last ninety minutes. Erase it all from history."

"I'd remember, and I'd feel bad about it still."

"I guess there's nothing I can do to stop you from 'rewarding' me some other way, then. Well, might as well get it over with, see what I'm going to have to deal with for the rest of my life." Charlene sighed.

Harry altered the car again so there was somehow room for them to stand up facing each other. "Well, for starters, you're going naked except for heels from now on."

"Of course. Typical horny guy, you know I want nothing to do with your cock and you still want to get hard at the sight of me."

"I can see every woman everywhere all the time. Don't flatter yourself into thinking you're special just because I'm paying attention to you at the moment," the newly fledged God shot back. He surged growth into Charlene's chest and rear, not as much as Beth got, but more than any of the other women he'd changed so far. He also made her hairless below her eyelashes, and as with Beth gave her hair down to her shelf of an ass.

"Just gonna make me another bimbo?" Charlene challenged.

"Of course not." Harry made Charlene grow taller and much more muscular than Beth, being careful to be sure that that growth didn't at all diminish what he'd already done. "And for the finishing touch..." Harry trailed off as Charlene's genitalia shifted a little to make room for the huge cock and balls he forced on her.

"Really? How hentai-poisoned are you that you think the only way to actually be sexually dominant is to have a long, thick dick. I can go to a bar, pick up a cute businesswoman who thinks I can't see she just wants to have a night where she doesn't have to make decisions, and have her a quivering puddle under my touch five minutes after we're in bed. The next morning she's had so many orgasms she can't walk straight. I have toys for myself but I've never needed to use one on a partner, certainly not a strap-on, never mind... this." She waved a hand at her new appendage.

"I'm not hentai-poisoned, I read too much bad fetish fiction on the internet," Harry said defensively.

"So you're the next thing to. Half of those authors probably watched too much hentai."

It would have been a simple matter for Harry to know the exact inspirations for every author whose stuff he'd read, but that would only have unnecessarily prolonged the argument. He was God. That meant he was right.

"Well, I want you to have a huge cock, and so really your opinion is noted, deemed ireelevant, and discarded."

"Typical straight guy. Lesbians are just sex toys for you to get yourself off with, even if you have the basic decency not to make a pass at us. You just want to watch two hot women going at it and imagine you're fucking both of them next."

"Let me assure you, Charlene, that I have as little interest in being fucked by a cock as you do."

"That doesn't make me feel better."

Harry just sighed. "I'm making it worse no matter what I do."

"Yep. Best thing you could do would be, as I said, rewind time and maybe don't rape the next hot piece of ass you see."

Harry glared and rushed through most of the rest of the changes. Charlene's breasts began lactating, and her orgasms were on a hair trigger. She grew tentacles from the sides of her torso. If she was going to accuse him of being "hentai-poisoned", then he would in turn make her something out of a hentai.

"Not gonna take my advice, then."

"Nope. But tell you what, I'll ease the mental load on you instead."

"How'll you do that?"

"By giving you a near-total exemption from human and divine and all other prescriptive law and guarantee that you'll go to Heaven when you die."

"You want to see me running around raping other women instead of seducing them into bed and giving them the best night they've ever had."

"And I'm realigning your conscience so you can stop thinking it's wrong to do any of that, or judging me for what I did."

Harry knew it was a cheap way out of the situation, to stop Charlene from being so judgmental, but what good was being all-powerful if you couldn't cheat your way out of awkward situations?

"Is this what it likes to feel okay with raping a bitch?" Charlene asked rhetorically as her morality changed. "Fuck me, and I'm not even gonna get into any sort of trouble for it? Damn." Her cock throbbed and her tentacles writhed, and Harry could see the fantasies of forcing herself on her "partners" go through her head. Of course, his command ensuring that everyone involved would be an adult remained in full effect. Not even he was about to give himself an exemption from that one. He had the horrible feeling that trying to do it would cause the universe to wink out of existence or something like that.

"I am still going to make you forget most of this," Harry told her.

"Whatever," Charlene said dismissively. "Don't care, got whores to plow."

"Really? You're just okay with it?"

"Why wouldn't I be? You made me okay with it, so that's that. And you made me okay with having made me okay with it, and so on. I got way more important things to do than argue morality with God, especially now that you've made me agree with you on it. Billions of pussies I need to stuff with this thing." She stroked her new shaft tenderly. A bit of precum--about the same size as one of Beth's boobs--splurted out.

"One thing I would like, though," she added.

"What?" asked Harry. He figured there was no harm hearing out her request. He could've just looked and known what she was going to say before she said it, of course.

"Well, when you fucked Beth, you were pounding all her holes at once."

Harry nodded. "You'll become aware of two more bodies over the next little while. They'll be identical. Don't ask where they came from." Harry had a bad feeling about what would happen if he looked too deeply into the matter himself, so he put his mind firmly on another track.

"There's still a part of me that says I should be mad at you for all this," Charlene admitted. "The rest of me is calling that part a coward pussy bitch and wants to rape its brains out."

"I could arrange that," Harry pointed out.

"Nah. She's more amusing being all impotent and pouty." Charlene inclined her head toward the house. "Who lives there? If you feel like telling me, at any rate."

Harry shrugged. "It's my family's place. Older sister, parents. Only my sister and her boyfriend are home right now though."

"Sister? Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice. Incest is wincest, as they say. Twincest is better, though. Gonna stuff her full of jizz next time I see her."

"You have a twin sister?" Harry hadn't looked that deeply into Charlene's mind, having pulled out the moment he saw her sexual orientation. He was pretty sure she'd never entertained the thought of fucking her twin, though.

"Identical, she's every bit as much a dommy dyke as I am. Course, now I got this"--she stroked her cock again--"and I got God on my side, I'll have her being a slobbering cumslut in no time."

"I got a better idea," Harry decided on a whim, and he made Charlene's twin Jenna identical again, including having three bodies.

"Man, you're giving her that without even giving her a good bukkake?"

"Better, I just paused time, teleported there, pissed down her throat for an hour to clear out all the cum from when I was throat-fucking you, then came back here. Don't worry, I controlled her mind to make her as OK with it as I did you, and did all the rest to her conscience and whatnot. So now the two of you can share the fun of raping a slut or three."

"Eh, I'd still have preferred to break her over my dick but whatever. I'm not gonna second-guess God." She held out a fist and Harry bumped it. "Fuck your sister good."

Charlene hopped into her car and drove off while Harry walked through the door of his parents' house to the sound of his sister taking her boyfriend's cock from behind.