Beach

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

I watched the press conference mentally while sitting in my office and peeked inside the reporters' minds to know what stories they were going to release. They had plenty of video and photographic evidence to back it up, but I knew there would be plenty of people who'd write it off as special effects or some such crap.

They wouldn't be able to much longer.

The eruption near Hokkaido was, of course, completely legitimate. I wasn't about to create any new disasters for Miranda to deal with; there were already enough naturally occurring ones for her to establish her reputation as a selfless superheroine firmly. Between stopping those, fighting crime, and getting kittens out of trees, the gangbang sex tape we'd already made and were going to release in a few years would thoroughly destroy her reputation and provide ample "motivation" for her to start her reign of terror, especially once the media started focusing on her clothing more than her deeds. And then, of course, she'd become President, though she didn't know it.

I was also enjoying having multiple bodies. It was a beautiful summer day, and so I was both preparing for my class and lying on a towel on a nearby beach. The class wouldn't be too special: a normal lecture, broken by a brief demonstration of my ability to blatantly disregard the laws of physics, with a little bodily enhancement thrown in. Nothing much, just an extra cup size for the women and an extra inch on their dicks for the men.

Meanwhile, on the beach, I was scanning through the crowd and settled on a young man a few years younger than me named Brian Smith (no relation, not that I would have cared if there was). Brian didn't really like the beach, but he had no classes that day and his friends had talked him into going down there.

So he was lying on a towel, just as I was, except that he was covering up, wearing a loose T-shirt and baggy swimming trunks. So I shifted myself and my towel over beside his.

"Hey, big guy," I said, rolling over, tickling his chest and generally trying to be about as cliche as possible.

His eyes bugged out when he saw the tall, busty, beautiful chick coming onto him and calling him a "big guy" when he was three inches shorter, a bit flabby, and--as he was suddenly painfully aware--had a cock that was only 5 inches when erect.

"Want me to show you a good time?" I said, continuing the cliche.

"Um... uh..." God--or should I say "Me" now?--I love cliches.

"First, let's get rid of all this pesky clothing, shall we? I want to see what I have to work with here." Just like that, we were both naked, his cock jutting straight up. I'd made sure nobody would notice us, or, at least, that they'd pay no attention to what we were doing.

I pinched his stomach. "You know, you'd be even better if you had some decent muscles," I purred, and began massaging him all over. As my fingers roamed over his body, his excess body fat vanished, replaced with nice muscle. Soon enough, he looked like someone who worked out--not a bodybuilder or a professional athlete or a Greek god (who weren't gods at all, of course, just some mortals God was messing with for a few centuries), but someone who clearly took care of his body. I instilled a desire to eat a healthy diet and spend time at the gym rather than issue a divine decree that he'd retain his new body, and implanted a suggestion that he should go to the same health food stores and the same gym that I did, on the same schedule I kept. I also retouched his face a bit, so that he was still recognizable as himself but would definitely be noticed in a crowd instead of overlooked.

"And as for this," I said, touching the tip of his cock and blocking his involuntary orgasm (and increasing his staying power), "it's nice and all, but I think it could be better, don't you?" I shifted my body to lower my mouth onto it, and while he moaned at my masterful ministrations, I felt my jaw stretching as I slowly tripled the length and girth of the shaft. Finally, when it reached the full length of fifteen inches I'd decreed for it, I swiftly removed it from my mouth and let him explode all over my face and bare boobs.

"So, what did you think about that?"

"Um... uh..."

Sexual self-confidence was one of those things I decided he'd have to work on himself.

"Well, how about this?" I said as I slithered along his body to lay atop his, my cum-covered face looming over his, my large tits already pressing into his chest, and my pussy tickling the tip of his still-erect dick. Then I thrust downward, Frenching him (and getting his face covered in his cum), flattening my boobs against his hard chest, and smoothly taking all fifteen inches into my moist cunt.

I rode him for a while, using my vaginal muscles to give him exquisite pleasure and stop his orgasm until I wanted him to have one, and after about fifteen minutes decided to let him have his second of the day. This time I let him explode inside me, since, after all, there were no more STIs and it's not like I could get pregnant if I didn't want to. (In fact, right then I couldn't get pregnant anyway, since I'd first have to remove the effects of the shot I'd given myself to turn off my menstrual cycle. Granted, that just meant two infinitesimal exercises of my power instead of one, but I'm lazy and don't want to do one thing, never mind two, to do something I don't want to do anyway.)

I'd made sure, of course, that his cock was still hard as I slowly lifted myself off of it, letting cum dribble out of my pussy (I'd enlarged his balls, of course, and with it his semen and sperm production). I knew he wasn't a virgin, but he wasn't all that experienced, so I released the kiss (I'd temporarily removed his need to breathe so that we could keep going for as long as I wanted to fuck him) and asked, "Tell me, Brian, have you ever taken a woman's ass?"

"Um... uh... no..."

"Well, then, you're in for a treat."

I flipped myself over, lying with my back on his chest. I elongated my neck a little so that we could face each other and kiss some more, and I positioned my ass over his cum-lubed dick. I slowly started taking his rod in, then grimaced and reached down to grab his hands and plant them firmly on my boobs. He hesitated for a moment but dutifully began playing with my nipples.

I was, of course, no stranger to anal, though I'd never taken fifteen inches back there. Of course, I was God now, so I could take a redwood tree up there with no problems. Brian, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying his first time and actually started getting into it, using the muscles I'd given him to move about five inches smoothly in and out once he was in to the hilt. This time I let him orgasm in his own time, and finally his cock began to soften to ten inches as I rolled off of him.

"Um... uh... that was... um... divine," he managed to get out. I chuckled internally at his choice of adjective.

I brought our clothes back, the same super-skimpy bikini for me, but only tighter trunks for Brian that gave a pretty good hint to what he had down there, and showed off his body (which I'd given an all-over tan, of course) very nicely.

I'd thought about reversing our sexes and having my first sexual experience in a male body (my first personal experience, anyway; obviously I could tap into any man while he was having sex and experience it every bit as vividly as if I were doing it myself, but then, in a sense, I was, since at some level I willed that man to have sex, since nothing can happen except what I will, and anyway, I'm literally everything in the universe simultaneously and everything is me), but bouncing the idea off Brian's subconscious told me that he'd be incredibly weirded out and I'd have to **** him to enjoy it. To him it'd be completely natural, of course, but I didn't want to be another Jack, just forcing the entire universe to mold itself to my every fantasy. I had no problems with making my fantasies come to life, mind you, but I didn't want to **** each and every one of them on everyone I saw.

I'd removed the effect that made people not pay attention to us when I brought our clothes back, and looking around I saw one girl looking very appreciatively at the bulge in Brian's trunks. I gave her a quick blast of tit and ass growth to change her 34B-24-32 figure into a much nicer 36E-24-40 one, and put the idea in her mind that Brian was interested in her. Which he was, when I surreptitiously pointed his attention in her direction. I vanished from the spot I had been occupying, making sure nobody would remember that I'd done so, and watched as my suggestions took hold. I'd chosen the girl for reasons other than her body (which, as I'd proved, I could change at will), or her attraction to Brian's dick (which I didn't have to implant), of course. Brian was going to be a very happy man if he kept his new girlfriend happy, and the best way to keep her happy was to know that every night her boyfriend could give her the hard fucking she craved. And that, too, was a desire I didn't have to implant.