You roll off of Jenny, panting softly. That was one hell of a fuck, and you're barely winded. Amazing. You realize with a smile that your potential achievements are limited only by your imagination.
You stand up, admiring your new godlike physique in the mirror for a moment before looking down at Jenny. She's asleep. ****, really, not that there's much difference. She is very cute, but you could make her a living work of art. A sight to make men weep. You could make her worship you as her very real god. You can do whatever you want. Anything you want.
You grin. But where to start?
Glancing around your humble apartment, you immediately know you want a nicer place. It's not your immediate concern, since you've still got a lot of fun things you can do with your powers to keep yourself entertained here.
Your gaze finds the little whiteboard calendar on the kitchen counter and remember you have a new job to go to on Monday. That no longer interests you. Not in the slightest. A god shouldn't have to work for money. You smile to yourself, realizing you can have literally anything you want. You just need to approach it the right way.
So you need some kind of reliable income you don't have to work for. Or you could take some time playing with your new ****, sculpting her mind and body for your amusement and pleasure.
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