A visit from Heaven

(originally posted by YearEnds)

"...and nobody has any explanation for the incredible events that ensued on the Orange State University campus this afternoon, as over a hundred women suddenly found themselves with larger breasts about an hour ago. Of special note is David Sarda, who around the same time found himself female. We're also receiving reports of similar occurrences at the nearest Food Supply, as well as unconfirmed reports that some pedestrians who may have been on the quickest routes between the university campus, Food Supply, and the Oversize Housing apartment complex have also been afflicted--" Emily muted the TV.

"See? You did it again. Look at that reporter."

Melissa looked. She looked like a normal TV reporter--everyone knew that being a hot woman greatly increased your chances of becoming a reporter, and this one was no exception, showing lots of cleavage from tits the size of Emily's.

Emily flicked through the channels. All of the ones with local news had the same thing on, and all of them, as Melissa knew, had busty women covering it. One cut back to its newsdesk while they were stopped on it, and the anchor was even bustier.

"I don't see anything unusual," said Melissa. "I've been trying to tell you to go into journalism. Those V-cup tits would get you anywhere in that profession."

"Melissa, I don't know what you just did, but until you said I had V-cup tits, my boobs were H-cups! Now look at them, they're freakish on my frame." Emily paused to catch her breath.

"Look, Melissa, I know you're pretty skeptical about being God, but just try to fix everything. And try to remember what you're doing this time. Just think about everything being back to normal, read my mind to know what that is."

"Fine, I'll try, but this is normal, Em. Nothing will happen."

Melissa focused. Suddenly she felt Emily's thoughts, her girlfriend thinking about having smaller tits, about Melissa not being a small giantess, about the women on campus being back to their normal bust sizes. Melissa thought about making those thoughts reality.

And just like that, they were.

"Okay, what just happened?" said Melissa, taking in her smaller body and smaller apartment. She was glad that Emily was snuggled up beside her, though.

"I think you did, Mel--or, should I say, Goddess."

"Mel is fine, Em."

Emily unmuted the TV. The news channel that had previously been covering the "boobsplosion", as its ticker had termed it, was now airing a documentary about the poor working conditions of sugarcane harvesters.

"I figured Jack would probably do something like that. He's probably watching that whole mess again and again, whacking off in the Gods' Heaven," said a young woman from the chair where Emily had been sitting.

"Who are you?" said Emily.

The woman was about to speak when Melissa laughed. "Don't worry, Em. And thanks for helping me. I know everything now, and I assure you I'm in full control of my powers. This is Amia, my chief archangel. Amia, this is Emily, God's girlfriend and, from now on, your equal."

"What do you mean I'm her equal, Mel?" said Emily as Amia said, "You can't just make a human my equal."

"Oh, sorry," said Melissa. "There, Em, now you're an archangel same as Amia. And yes, Amia, I can, because as you well know, I can do anything I want, and I don't want you being more powerful than my girlfriend."

"This is so cool!" said Emily as she made the TV remote hover in front of her. She looked at Amia. "If you're Mel's chief archangel, why do you look so young?"

"Oh, I'm as old as the universe," said Amia, "the last God, Jack, just wanted me to look like an eighteen-year-old sexpot." Amia looked hopefully at Melissa.

"Sure," said Melissa, "but I'm leaving the libido. Can't have a deputy who isn't as horny as me."

Amia opened her mouth to protest, but settled for appearing to age a few years and becoming slightly less attractive as Melissa cut her off. "Now, how about we celebrate with a good threesome?" With that the three vanished from the living room and reappeared on the apartment's suddenly-larger bed, and began enjoying the sort of orgasms that only a Goddess and two archangels can.

None of them needed rest, of course, so after a few hours of hard fucking Melissa allowed their orgasms to taper off, then made them vanish and reappear around the apartment's small dining table.

"Okay, so I've made a decision or two regarding how I'm going to act as God, for now anyway. First, Amia, I'm going to want you close at hand"--Melissa giggled as she stretched her arm out to squeeze Amia's tit--"which means you're going to have to be a student at Orange State, let's say, a junior in Religious Studies." A wallet appeared in front of the archangel. She opened it to find various pieces of ID, two hundred dollars in cash, and a few bank and credit cards. "There's no limit on those bank cards, by the way. I just don't want you using your powers to get stuff. And the same for you, Emily."

Amia pulled out her university ID and driver's licence. "'Amia Angel Divine'? Really, Melissa? Isn't that a bit obvious?"

"Nah, everyone will just think you had eccentric parents. And call me Mel, my other chief archangel does."

Emily looked a bit jealously at Amia's driver's licence. "If we're supposed to be equal, Mel, then why does Amia get a licence that shows her as being fully certified on every vehicle?"

"Because she is, but here you go, now you can drive anything too, Em." Emily pulled out her new licence and groaned when she saw that Melissa had changed her middle name to Angel.

"Let me guess, Mel, your new middle name is Goddess?"

"Obviously. Hiding in plain sight and all that. Anyway, how about we visit Heaven for a bit? Em, catch us up when you can, OK?" Melissa vanished, and Amia disappeared a moment later.