The first change

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

Haley came to with a strange but beautiful face filling her vision. At least, she thought it was beautiful. It could have been her blurry vision. A soft, strong hand cradled her head while another hand moved around her body.

"Hi, Haley," said the voice associated with the face, a beautiful, musical voice that immediately made Haley aroused despite her **** pain. "Just give me a second and I'll have you all cleaned up, all right?"

Haley tried to speak but screamed as she tried to move her jaw.

The hand danced down her face and her vision cleared, revealing a face even more beautiful than she had thought. Her nose realigned itself, while she felt her jaw pop back into its proper position and seven teeth grow out of her gums. Parts of her skull felt as if they were expanding outwards a little, as if they had caved in.

The hand moved further down, and she felt her right collarbone shift as the hand touched it. Another touch fixed her separated left shoulder, and she ceased to feel any pain from her broken ulna as the hand moved down her left arm.

She could feel the wounds on her torso, but those too went away as the hand moved tenderly down. Her broken leg seemed to fix itself as the hand brushed past it, and even the calluses on her feet went away.

Haley tried to speak again but found her throat too dry. The hand produced a water bottle as if from nowhere. Haley drank greedily.

"Who are you?" she managed.

The two strong hands helped her up, and she found herself standing under a huge pair of breasts--until she felt herself floating to look into the beautiful face.

"I'm God, Haley," said the voice. Haley finally registered the glowing golden hair. She tried to step backward but found no purchase on the air. Her arms began to flail wildly but she did not fall, as if she were held by an invisible ****.

Looking around again, Haley caught sight of the white-haired and black-haired women. Their eyes were neither cold nor fiery, but twinkled as if with amusement.

Haley found herself able to speak again. "But really, who are you?"

"I'm God. Well, I'm Jennifer McKay"--Haley's eyes widened--"but a few days ago I became God. You can still call me Jen, though."

"So if you're God, why are you bothering to come to school? Don't you know everything?"

"Sure--well, I can know everything if I want to. But I thought I'd have some fun. I mean, it's my universe, I can mess with it however I want, right?"

"Does this fun include scaring half the students and making me fall and break every other bone in my body?" said Haley, a bit bitterly.

Jen shook her head. "I never intended for that to happen. I don't go about controlling everything." She brightened. "Anyway, I know those girls bully you all the time, so how would you like to get back at them?"

Until that moment, Haley would never have admitted to herself that she did have a vengeful side, but the sound of Jen's lovely voice so casually suggesting **** brought it out.

"I imagine you have something in mind?"

Jen held up a hand. "Amia, Dorothea." The two other women approached. Haley felt herself hemmed in as they approached. "These are my two chief archangels," continued Jen. "Amia is my personal assistant, among other things, and Dorothea rules hell for me."

Haley tried to shrink away from Dorothea, toward the comfort that Jen represented, but again found that she could not move.

"What are you going to do to me?" asked Haley, a touch of fear in her voice.

"Well, this, for starters," and Haley found herself on the ground again. A mirror appeared, and Haley ran her hands up and down her body to confirm that the mirror was, in fact, accurate in showing that she had suddenly gained a body like that possessed by the three divine beings around her. Her clothing was identical as well, save only for hers being blue.

"So, am I one of you now or something?" asked Haley, finding that her own voice was turning her on.

"Nah, you're as human as ever," said Jen. "Come on, let's get you that ****."

Suddenly Haley found herself standing in the school near the group of girls who had shoved her to the ground. One of them looked straight at her but showed no reaction. She turned in a circle, seeing that nobody appeared to notice their presence. Amia and Dorothea were standing about halfway down the hall, students oblivious to their make-out session.

"They can't see or hear us, and if they walked toward us they'd just pass right through," explained Jen. "So how long have they been giving you trouble?"

"Ever since elementary school," said Haley. "I was just on the swings one day and they shoved me off. I cried, of course, and they called me a crybaby. I've been their favourite punching bag ever since."

"I could turn them into punching bags, if you want," laughed Jen.

Haley was excited by the notion, but wasn't disappointed when Jen continued. "But I already decided what I'm going to do."

Jen felt... something... shoot out of her and fly into each of the six girls.

"There," said Jen. "Now they're yours."

"Mine? How?"

"Well, if you want, you can just take control of them. It'll feel perfectly natural to you, don't worry."

"Take control? So I can make them do whatever I want?"

"Yeah. And they won't remember a bit of it. You could have them strip in front of the football team and they'd have no idea why they're naked if you didn't make them dress afterwards. Granted the football team might not be so interested now. I made them all gay, they're mostly seeing each other, but the quarterback's desperately trying to hide his relationship with the chess club president. Of course, he has no idea that everybody knows."

"So I can embarrass them, that's about it?"

"Nah, you can do other stuff. You can change their bodies and clothes and jewelry and makeup and such, well, to an extent. You can't make their tits the size of the school or make them big enough to crush the city under their little toes, or really come anywhere close to that. But you could leave them scrawny and ugly and shriveled up when you let them go."

"Cool. I'd love to see how they react to being the ugly ones."

"It gets better. They even have superpowers while you're controlling them. They're super strong and super fast, they're invulnerable, they can fly, they have X-ray and heat and cold vision, their hearing can pick up stuff from across the continent, they can even go into space, and other stuff."

"So if I just leave them up in space when I let them go, they'll die?"

"No, you can't stop controlling them when they're in a situation where they wouldn't survive without their powers."

"Do I have superpowers?"

"Other than being amazingly hot and able to make anyone want to fuck you just by speaking to them? Well, I did make you invulnerable to everything, just like them, and I did give you a bit of a strength boost so that you'll always physically dominate your sex partners, and you'll have that hot body for the rest of your life, but other than that, no. I did link your destinies, though, you'll all die at exactly the same moment. Well, you'll die whenever you die, and they'll all die at the exact same time. But that doesn't extend to after ****, and part of what you'll be judged by is what they did while under your control. They'll only be judged by what they actually did, not what you made them do."

"So if they could annihilate humanity, and I make them annihilate humanity, then we just live out our lives and die in our time?"

"Yeah, and yes, you could use them to annihilate humanity. Of course, I can just bring it back. But you'd die in your time, and they'll still hate you, incidentally, when you're not controlling them, unless they come to like you on their own, and then you'd be judged and probably go to hell."

Haley thought for a moment. "So I guess I've got my own team of superheroes or something."

"Pretty much. Of course, they can be supervillains, too, if you want. Anyway, have fun!"

Haley was engrossed in thoughts of what she would do with the bullies that she only noticed that Jen, Amia and Dorothea had vanished, and a second later someone bumped into her.

"Oh, sorry..." he said.

"What's your name?" said Haley, putting a hand lightly on his shoulder.

"Uh, Martin."

"Hi Martin, I'm Haley, and I'm looking for a boyfriend..." Meanwhile she made one of her former tormentors trip over her mysteriously untied shoelaces while looking through another's eyes to see that Martin had a rather impressive, and rapidly hardening, cock. She thought she heard a faint giggle, like chimes, as she walked off with Martin, leaving another tormentor's hair frizzy and hopelessly tangled.