The necessity of paradox

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

This was not something that Denise had ever expected would happen.

One little indiscretion. She was out late, the stores were closed, the stand of trees looked like it ought to hide her... but some overly curious little kid, out with his parents, had to find her as she was squatting and doing her business and next thing she knew she was up on charges of indecent exposure and such.

She'd looked for a lawyer who could get her as small a sentence as she could reasonably expect. What she found was a legal firm just waiting for a test case.

And today the Supreme Court was going to rule not only on the law she violated, but many associated ones. She could go down in history as the small rock that started the avalanche that overturned all prohibitions on public nudity, sex, and all such things. Some even speculated that they might go so far as to require that even private places allow such things, at least the nudity--one could hardly expect someone to dress at the door!

The lead attorney on her case was a strange woman. Extremely tall, she wore tight suits, but always left them open to show the entire top half of her prodigious bust. Denise wondered where she'd gotten those amazing tattoos. Of course, that didn't compare to what Denise had sworn she'd seen through the woman's pants once: what looked like a big, thick penis, running down each leg almost to the knee.

The case had changed Denise, in more ways than one. For one, she'd become a minor celebrity, the public face of the struggle against what many now considered overly-oppressive laws, and was thus vilified by many others. For another, the case had taken so long to wind its way through the courts that she, having been a college junior when it began, was now almost finished law school. She wondered if she'd ever get to argue so seminal a case before the Court.

But most amazing to her were the physical changes. She'd had an average body on that fateful day, but her lead attorney, Lisa Teague, had taken her under her wing. She had awakened Denise's interest in the law, and already employed her as a paralegal, all but promising to make her a junior partner upon graduation. Denise suspected that Lisa had something to do with her changes. Where before her breasts weren't particularly big, they now surpassed basketballs. Her ass, previously flat, now kept her from sitting all the way back in chairs. Her clit, previously very hard even for her to find, now stuck out prominently and seemed far more sensitive. The link Denise had noticed was that as she and Lisa had grown more comfortable with each other, sometimes their talks moved toward sex (or Lisa steered the conversation that way) and Denise would make some sort of admission about how she felt she was inadequate in some way and over the next while she'd notice that she was no longer inadequate in that area. Well, except for that one time when Lisa had asked if she'd ever wondered what it felt like to have a dick. Denise told her in no uncertain terms that while she had nothing against women who wanted to have dicks, she'd never want one herself. Lisa had just smiled and changed the topic.

Thinking about it again, though, Denise realized that maybe it might be interesting to try out having one, just jack off a bit, maybe, if she was with one of her girlfriends and they weren't grossed out, fuck someone with it... but that would be it. After that she'd want it gone. And not too big. A foot would do it.

Since it was "her case" in a sense, Denise sat at her computer. Lisa had given her the day off, and she had no classes, so she had a few news sites open and was hitting refresh in between fingering herself as she watched some particularly nasty porn. That was another thing, she could have sworn her pussy had never been this sensitive, and her porn had mostly been limited to simple man-on-woman stuff, not the "two women eat each other out while guys bang each of them in the ass" stuff she considered tame now.

Basking in the afterglow of another orgasm, and wondering where she could find someone willing to do that with her, Denise checked the news sites again. The last one had something.

She clicked on the article and gasped...

--

The Chief Justice sat down with the other Justices after hearing oral arguments in the Attern case. He was conflicted. He felt so sure going into it that there was nothing Attern's counsel could say that would sway him, or any of his colleagues, to side with her. Yet every lower court had done so, and somehow he felt like he should, also...

He began to speak, but felt his jaw snap shut. In the same moment, Lisa Teague walked right through the wall.

Every Justice turned to look at her--or, rather, was turned by an irresistible **** to look at her.

"Okay, here's how this is going to work. You have two choices. One, you can all sign this opinion." She held out her hand and a sheaf of papers appeared. "In it you agree with everything I argued and dismiss my opponent's arguments as baseless. Then, you'll all become busty young sexpots who take full advantage of what you've just ruled."

"Even the nudity in private places?" said one elderly Justice, horrified.

"Well you can hardly expect someone to dress at the door!"

"What's our other choice?" asked the Chief Justice.

"Your other choice is that you'll issue this ruling," and a sheaf of papers appeared in her other hand, "legalizing brothels, prostitution, and so on. Then you'll all step down from the Court, become busty young sexpots and join a brothel. Meanwhile the President will just have to nominate a whole new Court." All the Justices could tell just who would actually be nominating the new Court.

"But we never heard a case about that this term!" objected the newest Justice.

"You will have if I want you to have," said Lisa.

"But either way," said the Chief Justice, "we're becoming 'busty young sexpots', correct?"

"Oh yes. There's no way out of that."

"But if we legalize nudity and such, we get to keep our jobs."

"Yes."

The Justices looked at each other and sighed in turn.

"Fine. Give us the nudity opinion. We'll sign it."

The Chief Justice watched as one by one his colleagues signed. He was last, signing it and indicating that he had written it.

"Good! Now, don't issue it for a little while."

"How will we know when to issue it?" the Chief Justice said resignedly.

"You'll know. You'll wake up that morning and you'll know."

"And what about the brothels?" asked the most perceptive of the Justices.

"See you next term."

"But there aren't any challenges to that ban in the lower courts!"

"Really? Looks like that'll have to change."

With that, Lisa Teague vanished.

--

I chuckled as I moved back to the day when Denise was watching her news sites. I'd decided that only being able to mess with the present and the future wasn't enough, so I created a divergent past in which the first God reached through time to give his power to me right after creating the universe. I knew both pasts, of course, and so did Amia, my chief archangel, but we were it.

Sitting in my office at my law firm, I lazily waved a hand at my computer and watched as it loaded exactly what Denise had open. I smiled at her choice of erotic material. Maybe she'd want that cock for more than a day.

Flipping over to the news sites, I laughed at the picture of the nine Justices, looking no older than twenty-five, robes distended by basketball-sized tits, except for the Chief Justice, who was marked out by her beach ball-sized boobs. I chuckled again as I changed their traditional robes to a new tradition: skin-tight black latex catsuits.

As commentary on the Court's ruling came in (and, of course, was swamped by all the comments on how hot each Justice looked in her traditional catsuit), I reached into the past yet again, setting up test cases challenging bans on brothels, prostitution and the like. The Court would hear those arguments soon enough.

--

The Chief Justice moved carefully, as she'd learned to ever since she woke up with her new body. Just as Lisa Teague had promised, she'd known when to release the nudity decision. And now, just as Lisa Teague had promised, they were considering legalizing prostitution and brothels.

The Chief Justice didn't even try to speak--as she expected, Lisa appeared out of thin air.

"Well, what are you going to threaten us with this time? If we do what you want and legalize brothels, are you just going to put us in one anyway?"

"Nope. It's simple this time. Anyone who doesn't sign gets turned back into their old self--but the catsuits aren't going anywhere. If you sign, you get to be young and hot until the day you drop dead."

"And anybody nominated in future?"

"Once they join the Court, they become like you, of course. Can't wear the suit without the body for it, unless I want you to."

Within minutes the Supreme Court had held unanimously that all bans on prostitution and brothels were unconstitutional.