You try to take initiative.

Morning found you waking up where you had gone to sleep - and, in a surprise, still lying alongside Jane. That she hadn’t gone out to satisfy her near-constant lust seemed almost unfathomable, but there she was; the hottest woman in existence, lying right next to you. Naked, just like you. Sleeping, breathing softly.

It hadn’t taken more than a glance at her to make your cock rise to full mast. For now, you ignored it. There was no divine will bearing down on you to do anything else, not with her still asleep. Unless she was faking. Not like you would have any way of knowing.

So you remain there, simply relaxing by the omnipotent ruler of the Earth and everything else besides. Your head resting against her breast, just as when you had gone to sleep. She really is perfect - but then again, how could she not be? Perfection is as innate to her as breathing is to you.

After half an hour, she stirs, eyes opening and staring into yours. Her one hand softly presses against your shoulder, her touch like silk as her fingers wander down along your chest - and by the devilish gleam in her eyes, you know exactly what she intends to do. Already, her hand has halfway reached your cock, and even the anticipation of what will soon happen causes a few drops of pre to leak from your tip. You grimace softly, and then, unexpectedly, her hand halts for just a moment.

“What is it, toy? You don’t want me to make you cum?” she asks, her voice holding a derisive sneer.

“I do,” you answer truthfully, “but not just yet.” You almost **** on the words. After all that happened yesterday in that dungeon, all the absolute insanity that she **** reality through, it is hard not to feel a bit of trepidation at talking against her.

She hesitates for a moment, then presses her hand flat against your chest. “Speak, then.” A bit of courage blossoms up in your chest. Perhaps a gift from your Goddess? It comes seemingly out of nowhere. A smug smile spreads on her lips as she considers just what confession you might be making.

“I want to see the old Jane again.”

The smile disappears entirely, and her features seem suddenly cold. The touch against your chest becomes harder. “No way. No how. Loser Jane is - well, she’s not even past. She’s nothing. She never existed.”

What was that in her voice? You decide to press just a bit further, but against an omnipotent Goddess, you’re going to need a bargaining chip.

“One minute,” you say. “Turn back into the old Jane for one minute.” You’re a bit surprised she hasn’t made you shut up yet. “And if you do that, I’ll let you fuck me as hard as you want with your cock.”

She thinks for just the barest fraction of a second, as to be expected of one with unlimited intelligence. “You strike a hard bargain, but very well. Though I cannot fathom why you would want this.”

Slowly, her body begins shifting. Smaller, for every moment that passes. Her perfectly sculpted statuesque features wither away, little by little. Her overwhelming beauty disappears, over a few seconds. Even her voice loses that seductive, sultry undertone. And finally, you’re left lying right up against Jane. Not a perfect amazon beauty, but a regular boring girl, plain of looks. Of course she’s still the Goddess of All, but… it’s enough to fool you. And in this moment, that’s all you need.

“I can’t see why a stupid toy like you would want this. I guess that’s where the stupid comes in. Nobody wants Loser Jane. Everybody wants Goddess Jane, as does your cock.”

“Hell, nobody even likes Loser Jane.” The irritation in her voice is swiftly increasing, and half of the minute is gone by already. Her eyes flick up. They still hold the confidence of the Goddess, not the timid nature of that quiet girl. And yet - isn’t there something, deep inside…?

“I do.”

For perhaps the first time since her awakening to her powers, she seems stunned, taken aback. And so you lean in, and press your lips against hers. Had this been the supermodel body she had worn half a minute ago, you would have spilled your seed already. But instead, you keep up the kiss - tongue pressing in against hers, perhaps a bit awkwardly. You don’t go too deep, only keeping the contact for a few moments before withdrawing again. You raise a hand, guided more by instinct than by anything else, and softly stroke your fingers against the contours of her body, your caress as loving and sensual as you can manage.

“I believe the minute is up,” you say, keeping your eyes locked against hers.

She lets out a soft sigh. “I am going to punish you for this… this insolence of highest order. But the minute is not up until I say it is.”

Looking out the corner of your eye, you glance at the clock. It’s stopped entirely, the seconds hand only ticking back and forth.

You push back into the kiss, this time letting your tongue properly seek into her mouth, intertwining with hers. Your hands move across her body, grasping and touching. Whenever you find a spot that seems particularly pleasant to her, you make a note to come back. And soon enough, one of your hands slides down between her thighs, softly sliding your fingers against her nether lips. She’s already wet, and you let one digit slip inside, followed by another, softly stimulating her.

She seems almost lethargic in your embrace - at least compared to her usual **** vigour.

Eventually, you withdraw your fingers and guide your turgid shaft into her pussy. Rather than clamping down and working to milk you dry, the experience is… almost normal, though the knowledge in the back of your head of what she is capable of does get you rather excited. You slowly push into her, and then just as slowly withdraw yourself again. Back in, and back out. Taking momentary breaks from the kiss for a quick gulp of air, and to softly whisper out: “Jane…”

Eventually, she places her fingers against your sides, and pull you close. Even in this body, her strength is still undeniable. Yet, while still dominant, her grasp does not override your ability to move. You shift slowly and roll above her, picking up your pace just a little. Placing a kiss on her brow, and on her lips again, and on her chest… all while continuing to push in and out of her. You take it slow, never rushing along, but eventually - after close to ten minutes of so close and delightful pleasure - you finally do cum, and she follows along mere seconds after. You slump over into the bedsheets, your breathing heavy. Hers is the same.

After a while, soft words are heard from her. “Who would have thought that even now… there were still new pleasures to enjoy? And then one so boringly vanilla.”

“Stimulation and lust are yours to command, but love? If you **** it, it’s worthless,” you answer after another half minute of silence.

“Such sentimental babbling. I’d punish you for that too, if you weren’t so right. So is this it? Are my days of constant, wanton fucking over?”

Your fingers softly touched against the back of her hand. “Why should they be? I did promise that I would take your cock if you indulged me. And you promised that you would punish me.” A smile spread upon your lips, and she looked in your eyes for a few seconds before returning it, with an understanding nod. She raised her finger and snapped.

In an instant, her body was back to her normal, divinely beautiful form. Well… almost. There was a light hint of some freckles that hadn’t been there before, and just the tiniest imperfection of her nose, both kept from that old body of hers.

“I’m your toy. Claim me. Punish me. Play with your toy, my Goddess. But don’t forget that I love you. Not the body, not the power… but the person.”

She raised her hand as if to snap her fingers again, and you felt your cock weakly throb, despite still being deep in your refractory period. A small click of her fingers was heard, and your shaft was fully erect again, your balls heavy and full - more so than they had been before. “Oh, I will,” she sneered, and her voice was like a shadowy caress against your mind, instantly setting you off. Such pleasure! Cum splattered from your cum, and your face contracted in a dumb expression. Another snap, and a thick, throbbing cock adorned her crotch - twice the size of yours, it was nevertheless considerably smaller than the absolute monster she had been lugging around yesterday. Now she pushed you down into the sheets, while she climbed atop you, draping her full cum-tanks against your cock - another snap, and you were now erect again. Her pussy found the way to your cock, and it practically swallowed it up - forcing you into another instant mind-blowing orgasm. This time, though, it seemed like she had also sped up your cum production and removed your refractory period, because she only barely had time to slide up and down along your shaft before you came again.

“Look at you. Blowing your load at the smallest provocation. Such a useless, stupid toy. Hah!” She plunged back down, and then up again, bringing you right to the edge of orgasm once more, and then snapped her fingers again. And it was as if you were suddenly frozen in pleasure, right at the climax - desperately you reached down to cup your balls and stroke your cock, but it was no good. No amount of stimulation could even hope to get you past the brink.

“Now, let this be your punishment for going up against me. I’ll fill your ass with this cock when you get home from school today. You must pay attention in all classes. If you fail a single question… you’re getting the sissymaker instead.” She snapped her fingers again, and suddenly you were standing up, all dressed, still stuck at the edge of orgasm, trying hard to get your facial expression under control. Another snap, and you were back at the school again, for a new day of trials. So humiliating - but that teasing glint in her eyes before the final snap made it not just worth it, but hot as well. You were ready to be a good toy for your Goddess, now.