Put Abbie to bed and take a look around the world

Abbie gasps and clamps her hand over her mouth, realizing that she not only just punched the supreme being of the universe and called him a dick, but more worryingly, she also just yelled loudly with your mother right outside your bedroom door.

You are aware of the panic in her mind and smile. “Don’t worry, time is frozen outside of this room. Mom didn’t hear anything. And if you didn’t call me a dick after that, I’d have to try harder next time,” you snicker. “I’ll just teleport you back to your bed and restart time.” You snap your fingers as an unnecessary flourish, and Abbie is back in her bed.

Your mom knocks on your door. “Dave, is everything ok?” she asks in a nervous voice.

“Not absolutely everything is OK yet, Mom, but give me time. I’m still working on improving things.” you answer. You get up, materialize clothes on yourself, and open your bedroom door. You smile at your mother. “You don’t have to worry so much. I’ll take care of things.” You tell her, resting your hands on her shoulders.

She nods, but you see in her thoughts that she’s far from convinced. She is certain that you are going to be corrupted by your new powers.

“Try to get some sleep, Mom. I don’t need to anymore, so I’m going to go out for a look around,” you tell her. You help her out with getting to sleep by sending drowsiness over her.

She yawns and nods. “Please be good, Dave,” she begs, but she turns and heads to her room to return to bed.

You teleport to Japan and tour some Shinto shrines. You go to Egypt to see the Pyramids and the Sphynx. You zip to the top of Everest, then to the bottom of the Marianas Trench, which is just dark and even though you can perceive everything without any light, is pretty boring.

You start listening to prayers. You focus on those from formerly sick and dying people and parents of children who had been sick, thanking god for the worldwide cure. Those make you feel good. A lot of people seem to be praying for the first time, since they were **** to start believing based on the day’s events. Many of them are begging forgiveness for things they’ve done, some just for their angry or dirty thoughts. You consider making a global announcement that you don’t care about people’s kinks, as long as they don’t harm anyone and are fully consensual, but you don’t. You know from experience that taboo can make things hotter, so you let people keep that thrill of shame and guilt.

You pop around the world until it’s time for school back at home. You aren’t planning on attending anymore, but you want to see your friend Mark, to tell him what’s going on, and suddenly appearing in his house seems creepy. So you teleport to your bus stop, get on and ride to school.

The halls are less crowded before the first bell than usual. A lot of parents kept their kids home, thinking it was the end of days or something. The chatter is all about what you had done yesterday, but no one recognized it was your face in the sky.

You find Mark at his locker. “Hey, what’s new?” you ask, snickering.

He rolls his eyes at you, but plays along. “Not much, just confirmation of the existence of god.”

“Nah, that wasn’t god,” you tell him. “Well, maybe kind of, but it was me, and I’m new at being god.”

He snorts out a laugh. “Wow, not many people are doing blasphemy already, dude.”

You shake your head. “Not blasphemy. I did all that.” You change yourself to match the aged-up face that you displayed yesterday.

Mark jumps back, “The fuck!”

“Relax,” you say, going back to your original form. “It’s still me. I just am in charge of, well, everything now.”

“You’re fucking with me,” he insists.

“I can demonstrate,” you teleport him along with you to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Then hand him a slice of pizza.

He gapes at you.

“Like I said, I’m in charge. I can do anything,” you say with a shrug.

“How?” he manages to **** out.

“The details are kind of… embarrassing. I’ll let you know someday. Let’s just say it happened and leave it at that,” you tell him.

“So, what are you going to do?” he asks.

“Fuck! Curing all disease, ending war, providing unlimited free energy, and solving climate change wasn’t enough?” you laugh.

“Oh, yeah. Of course. That was all great. I meant… you can do anything. Why did you come to school today? Why are you hanging out with me?” he asks.

You shrug. “I’m still figuring out what I want to do next, and why not hang out with a friend? Tell me, what would you do if you could do anything?”

He looks at you uncertainly. You look in his mind and see that he’s afraid to admit that he’d create a huge golden ziggurat to live in, with every luxury and a harem of thousands of beautiful women.

You move to the ziggurat that you created to match his fantasy. You placed it in Manhattan looking out over Central Park. “OK, it’s yours. I’ll let everyone know you’re my high priest, and we’ll start recruiting the harem for you,” you smile at him. “I’ll tell them that if they please you, they’ll have endless joy in the afterlife. That should get plenty to sign up.”

“You can do that? Like, the afterlife thing?” he asks, amazed.

“I’m pretty sure I can,” you tell him. In a second you create a paradise of ultimate joy for the souls of the women who please your friend. You nod, “Yep. I can. So, we’re not scamming anyone.

“Can I ask you something though? Do you think you need a thousand women? Would you even be able to get to all of them? Most of them would just be hanging around waiting for a chance to please you and get to heaven.”

“Maybe it doesn’t have to be a thousand,” Mark admits. “Do you have to bribe them? Could you just, you know, change their minds? Make them horny for me?”

“I could,” you tell him. “Would you rather have mind-controlled women **** to want you, or women with free will who choose to have sex with you on their own in return for a reward? I can set you up with either.” You can see in his mind that he is uncomfortable with both ideas.

“How about this? I’ll look for beautiful, submissive women, and check their minds to find ones that are likely to be into you. Then, we’ll see what happens. Or, I could give them a little tweak that would make them get turned on when you touch them. It wouldn’t be mind control, really, just an adjustment to their libidos.” You can see his excitement about that idea in his mind.

It takes you an instant to scan through the psyches of all the women in the world. You find all of them who Mark would find attractive, who would be turned on by him, who have a submissive streak, and a kink for being part of a harem. You’re surprised that there are a few dozen who fit the profile.

You transport Mark to a throne at the summit of the ziggurat, change into your older, buffer god-body, and levitate over him. Then you beam in all the women who you identified in front of the throne. You change any clothes they are wearing to sheer robes that drape over their bodies. You give the ones who can’t speak English that ability. Then you explain in your booming thunder-voice, “You are now the servitors of my high priest. You will secure eternal reward if you serve him well. Any family or loved ones you leave behind will be notified and all their needs and desires will be taken care of.”

They all look shocked and confused at first, but several of them start to smile as things become clear to them.

“All yours, buddy. Pray if you need anything,” you tell Mark, then teleport back home.