Troubles

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

I fiddled with my Rubik's Cube for about ten minutes until Sylvia knocked on my door with another folder.

"Thank you, Sylvia. I think I'll be heading out for the day. You and Rebecca can go home, too." I knew from my contract that I set my own hours, and those of my assistants. They were being paid handsomely for being essentially on call all the time.

Nonetheless I lingered for another half an hour, scrutinizing the contract. In all the dense language I saw a few interesting things. I'd have to think about them.

--

"Dammit, Amia," said Dorothea, "you're taking a huge risk. If you slip up..."

"Yes, yes, I know. Keith finds out he's God prematurely, the universe blows up and if there's one thing I definitely don't know, it's how to make a new universe. Hopefully he'll learn how to use his powers once he finds out he has them, if it comes to that. Anyway, don't you have some war criminals to ****?"

"I've got Achré on it for now. You know how imaginative he can be."

"I used to, then Jack, well, was Jack."

"Yeah, I know. Anyway, those contracts. Did you just exempt yourself from basically every sexual harassment law the humans have made?"

"I realized that Jack had at least done me the favour of transferring my need to any God. If I can get Keith to fuck me--whether he's boning me as Erica, Sylvia or Rebecca--that will satisfy me, for a while."

"He's happily married, you know. He may not crack that easily. Probably he's just going to have you running menial errands and taking dictation and stuff."

"Sure, that's probably what I'll be doing as Sylvia and Rebecca for now. But Erica's going to be working pretty closely and personally with him."

"Maybe, then. But it's still a big risk."

"And the council voted to dissolve for the duration of the situation and leave me in charge. Having the council last time was fine when it was only going to be a few years, but this time we need someone making the decisions, Dorothea, and you and I both know I'm the only possible candidate in the absence of a God. So don't question me."

"Okay, but you can't rule through pure ****."

"I know."

Dorothea looked down slightly. "Do you want me to send Achré up? I just got a new idea for those bastards."

Amia blushed and ceased her mental masturbation. "That would be wonderful," she said gratefully.

Dorothea vanished, and Amia stood up as her tall, muscular boyfriend appeared.

"So, what were you doing to those suicide bombers?" She felt herself get wetter as Achré replied.

"Do you want me to tell you, or would you rather I give you a personal demonstration?"

Amia squealed as she allowed Achré to sweep her into his arms and take both of them to his personal chambers.

--

I left the office for the day and walked to the same park where I had met Krystal, sitting down on the same bench next to the same trail. I didn't have much hope of seeing her, since it was half an hour later than the same time yesterday, but not a minute had elapsed after I'd finished my sandwich than she appeared. She wasn't jogging, though, just walking slowly. Seeing me, she turned and sat next to me.

"Hi, Keith."

"Hi, Krystal."

"So I was thinking about yesterday," she began. "And I've made a decision."

"Oh?"

"Well, I've not so much made a decision as come to a realization. I need you, Keith."

"Need me?"

"After I, well, you know, yesterday, I felt better than I ever had before. But a few hours later I started feeling really tired. I tried eating something but it didn't help. Nothing helps. I need you, Keith. I need to be your personal fuck slut."

"Are you serious?" I almost yelped in surprise.

"I've never been more serious about anything. I need you right now."

"People will see!"

"They didn't yesterday. Nobody cared. Maybe nobody will care this time."

"I'm not doing this."

"And I'm not leaving until you do. Do you want your wife finding out?"

"Ugh. Fine. This once."

Krystal led me to a secluded spot, hidden from the trails. She quickly stripped off to put her fit body on full display, then undid my pants button and fly just as deftly as before. Once again, my cock sprang to life at her first touch. She paused momentarily.

"Is it bigger than yesterday?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Who cares," she said, and promptly shoved it in her mouth.

The blowjob was as good as the previous day's, and I soon found myself spurting cum into her. After a good minute my flow slackened and Krystal ceased her oral ministrations, but she seemed as surprised as I was that I was still rock hard after she'd cleaned me off.

"Hm, maybe it needs some other stimulation," and before I could object she squatted over it and I promptly found her riding it like a cowgirl.

I did, however, get a good look at her body. I'd never been one for gyms, so Krystal didn't exactly match my vision of what a personal trainer would look like. I found myself idly wondering what she would look like if her current body was altered to fit that mental image.

As I was imagining that, I came to another huge orgasm, filling her cunt with more seed. I hoped I wouldn't have two pregnant women on my hands.

"You're still hard?" said Krystal incredulously. "Nothing for it, I guess," she said, and impaled her ass on my dick.

Now my thoughts flitted to her comment about being my "personal fuck slut," and I decided that I was fine with that, as long as Janet didn't find out. So I started imagining what my new personal-trainer-cum-personal-fuck-slut would look like, and to the fit body I had given her I added floor-length hair, massive tits, a titanic ass, a near-insatiable libido and open to every fetish under the sun. I was chuckling at how absurd someone like that would look and act when I blew my load a third time. This time my cock did soften as Krystal pulled herself off of it. She panted heavily after cleaning it, so I tucked it back in and closed my pants.

"Thank you, Keith," she said in between deep breaths.

"Do you need help?" I said, gesturing toward her clothes.

"No, but thanks."

"Can I give you a ride back to your gym? I'm off for the day."

"No, I'd rather keep our relationship private." She looked meaningfully at my simple wedding band. "I'm sure you feel the same way."

"Do you want me to..."

"Whatever you like. I mean, you've just fucked my mouth, my pussy and my ass, what do I care about how much of my naked body you see?"

She had a point, so I just enjoyed the reverse striptease.

She kissed me on the cheek and patted my crotch. "Be seeing you."

I had to will my erection down again as I walked back to my car.

--

Krystal found it remarkably difficult to focus the rest of the day at the gym. Her clothing was pinching. Everything felt too tight. She loved the work, but she couldn't wait to get out of there.

She flagged down a cab to take her back to her apartment. Normally she'd walk the five miles, but she couldn't do that feeling as she was.

She leaned heavily against her door after she closed and locked it. She stripped down to her underwear, as usual when she had no visitors, but that was really pinching, so she decided to just go nude.

She stepped into the shower and brought herself to a few screaming orgasms. As she stepped out and reached for a towel, she staggered heavily.

Her apartment was pretty new, and the bathroom mirrors actively resisted fogging, so after catching herself she was able to get a good look at someone she almost didn't recognize.

That someone had to be at least seven and a half feet tall, with an angelic face--Krystal felt herself getting aroused all over again, and she grasped the counter tightly with both hands to keep them away from her pussy--and a trim, fit body with no fat. Muscle rippled all over, and she wondered how much she could lift, or how many crunches she could do.

That was hardly the only incredible change, as this person also sported an incredibly thick mane of black hair reaching to the floor, breasts twice as big as basketballs, and an ass that even her hair simply had to flow around. She shuddered as she realized just how little she had in her bank account, and how much new clothes would cost.

When she stepped out of her bathroom, she was greeted with an apartment not her own, except for her old, trusty computer on her desk. A huge closet dominated one wall, with every sort of clothing imaginable in it, all clearly sized to fit her outlandish proportions. Sex toys dominated another wall, and she opened a door in the middle of that wall to see what looked like a medieval **** chamber. She gripped the door frame hard to keep herself from masturbating at the thought of chaining someone up--or being chained up herself. Preferably by Keith.

As her eyes ran over what was apparently her new apartment, and her hands ran over what was apparently her new body, she couldn't help herself any more. She grabbed a crotchless latex catsuit from her closet, slipped it on, getting even hornier as she did, especially as it rubbed across her nipples, took a fifteen-inch vibrator from her shelf, laid down on her bed and fucked herself to sleep, wishing it was Keith's cock buried in her cunt.