A pronouncement

(Originally posted as YearEnds)

A lot of **** and greasy bar food later, Amia and Ashley were making out in one corner of the booth, while Mel had wandered off to find the manager. Emily turned to their personal bartender. "By the way, I never caught your name."

"Sandra Gage."

"Sandra Gage... Sandra Gage..." Emily turned the name over in her head. "Sandra? My TA for freshman psych at Orange State? I'm Emily Davies, remember me?"

"Emily? That's you? You look different."

"So do you."

"Not as different as you. What's happened to you?"

"Well--" Emily started to try to tell her everything, but immediately felt a pressure on her mind that almost blinded her. "--a lot of stuff. I'm not the hot young naïve freshman I was then, now I'm a hot young slightly less naïve sophomore."

Sandra laughed. "No kidding, but I bet I could still make you cum in less than a minute."

Emily also laughed. "Maybe, but I can assure you I could make you cum whenever I want. Hey, at least Prof Reed never found out about our little dalliances."

"Yeah, that would've been a massive shitstorm. And you did only get seventy-six anyway as I recall."

"I did, but that's why I switched over to engineering. Sure it adds a year or two to my degree, but I do enjoy it more."

Sandra opened her mouth to respond when the music stopped and the host tapped the mic. "Everyone give a huge Night thank you to The Orange Kittens!"

Emily, Amia and Ashley left the booth, while Sandra hopped the bar behind them, to see the band taking a bow while their roadies packed up behind them. The crowd applauded wildly--after Mel's intervention, the Kittens had been one of the best bands at the Night in a long time.

"Now, tonight only, we've got a very, very special guest. But before I introduce her, she's asked that Emily Davies, Amia Divine and Ashley Divine come up on stage. Where are you? Come on up!"

Before becoming an archangel, Emily would have felt very self-conscious about going up on stage in front of so many people, but she found that knowing that she could easily control all of them completely made that go away.

"I wonder what Mel's up to now," she heard Ashley mutter.

As they neared the stage, Emily realized that Dorothea, Gabriella, Michelle, Linda, Sally, Cindy and Mary were following them. The ten of them were ushered backstage, but quickly turned and went up the side steps to emerge on stage. They lined up in two rows, Amia and Emily in front, with the other eight behind, the recently human archangels behind Emily and the others behind Amia. As soon as they were in formation, a blinding light filled the club. Emily groaned. Mel knew how to make an entrance.

"Hello," she said softly, her voice amplified by the club's speakers even though she was nowhere near a mic. "Many of you know me--hell, plenty of you have fucked me--but for those of you who don't, I'm Melissa Rutherford, a junior in women's studies at Orange State. But as of today, I am also God."

Almost immediately some drunk woman shouted out, "Bullshit! Pr'v't!"

"I assure you, Angela Sadora Tillman, that I am indeed God, but for proof, why don't you join me on stage?" Instantly the woman vanished from her seat at the bar and appeared standing next to Mel, looking unsteady on her feet and still holding her half-full mug of beer.

"Now, Angela," said Mel after she removed all visible side effects of the woman's drunken state, "what can I do to convince you of my claim to Godhood?"

"Wel-l-l," Angela said, pausing to take another drink, "'ve always big'r titties. Yeah! Gimme big hooters!"

Before she complied with the request, Mel turned to her audience. "Will that also convince any doubters among you? What else can I do to prove to you that I am God?"

A few replies drifted back: "Bigger ass!" "Taller!" "Longer hair!" "Make her cum!"

"Well, Angela, looks like you're in for more than just bigger tits. Ready?"

"'s'll'v'r'be."

The change was instantaneous. Angela was simply replaced with another version of herself, her almost-flat chest suddenly sporting soccer balls, her already-large butt doubling in size, her five-and-a-half-foot frame becoming six feet even, and her shoulder-length hair suddenly reaching to the small of her back.

"And I believe I had a request for an orgasm. Here you go, Angela." Immediately Angela moaned as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced wracked her new form.

"Now," said Mel, "are there any here who do not accept that I am God?"

Silence greeted her question, save for a few people shouting that they, too, wanted bigger boobs, or a larger ass, or an orgasm like the one Angela was experiencing on stage.

"All in good time," said Mel. "Now the reason I asked to address you tonight is because I knew you would be receptive to what I have to say next. So attend closely." The crowd pushed in around the stage, and even those in booths and on stools got up to move closer. Angela still writhed in her pleasure, but she was listening just as ardently as everyone else. Emily, for her part, was worried. She was starting to get a vague inkling of where this was going, and she didn't entirely like what she thought.

"As I have said, I am God. Behind me are the archangels of my Council. As you may have noticed, they are all female. This is deliberate on my part--three had been male, but--and this will sound horribly clichéd--while I have many friends who are male"--laughter greeted this--"I do not want men as close advisors. All of you know almost as well as I do that, ultimately, it is better to be a man in this world than a woman. I know many of you have been passed over for jobs, or promotions, in favour of men. This is true almost across the entire universe. The first God identified as male, and his first creation was a woman, and ever since women have been second to men.

"Now, do not misunderstand me. I do not wish to destroy men, or even to relegate them to the status we have endured for so long. What I will give this universe is true equality, and I want your help to do that. What I will create is a universe in which women are not looked down on for focusing on their careers, in which men are not considered lesser for choosing to prioritise family over work."

There were a few confused mutterings in the crowd. Mel spoke over them. "I know that some of you do not agree with me in this. That saddens me, but I do not punish people for simple disagreement. However you cannot be a part of my plans, and so I must bid you farewell. You will not remember what I have said or done here tonight." About a third of the crowd vanished. Emily was relieved when she spotted Sandra still standing near their booth.

"As for the rest of you, you shall be the first to join my cause, but not the last. As of this moment, you are all angels in my service." A wave of power flowed from Mel, washing over the room, and Emily saw with a sight no human possessed the changes it wrought in those present. They changed from beings of limited flesh and matter to beings of pure energy, freed from the bonds of mortality and welcomed into the ranks of Heaven while still alive.

"Now you know my purpose," said Mel. "Take some time. Get familiar with who you are now. You will know when I will begin in earnest."

There was no applause. There was no need. The new angels milled about, some taking to their powers much more easily than others. Already some had dissolved their bodies and were existing as pure energy, while others were struggling to learn how their consciousness interacted with their new state of being. Emily walked up behind Mel and smacked her.

"Did you have to do that?" she said, indicating a woman in her late twenties who could no longer make her arms and legs work properly.

"They'll learn. They've got all eternity, after all. Anyway, why don't you go talk with Sandra some more? I gave her a few special gifts." Mel vanished. Emily slumped her shoulders but jumped lightly and glided back to their booth, coming down perfectly to embrace Sandra.

"I think I know what she meant by 'special gifts,'" said the older woman.

"Like what?"

"Like this," said Sandra, and immediately Emily was wracked by a huge orgasm. "See? I told you I could bring you to orgasm in under a minute."

"Yeah, well, match this!" said Emily, and Sandra screamed as Emily gave her an orgasm a million times more powerful than the one she had just experienced.

"Oh, you're on," said Sandra, and the two angels spent the night blasting each other with successively larger orgasms.