At the club

(Originally Posted by Yearends)

Emily knew exactly where they should go to celebrate Mel's new godhood. "How about the Girls' Night In, Mel?"

"That's perfect, Em. The Girls' Night In it shall be." Mel turned to Amia and Ashley. "That's where we met. But this time, we're gonna drain that place dry."

"Uh, Mel, I know Amia and Ashley are really, really old and all that, but their IDs say they're our age, and we're not twenty-one yet."

"Yeah, so? I mean, technically you're right, but who's going to stop us? I just changed the law, the drinking age is eighteen now. Anyway, go get dressed in something suitable, you know what that place is like with its dress code."

"I know, I know, be back soon." Emily, having become fully accustomed to her near-infinite abilities during her time in Heaven, created a new room in the apartment and teleported away.

The room was small but well-lit, with a mirror covering one wall entirely. Emily hadn't bothered to make a door at first, but realized that Mel would probably find it hilarious to take away any powers she might use to get out until she had to pray to be released, and so created one. Granted Mel could just as easily remove it, too, but it made Emily feel just a little safer.

Emily had only been wearing a loose crop top and jean shorts when her entire life had been changed for eternity, but she knew those would never meet the Night's dress code. A simple thought consigned her clothes to nonexistence, leaving her to admire her naked corporeal form in the mirror.

She twirled her finger and her reflection spun around on every axis, giving her a perfect view of every aspect of her body. Letting it stop, she began pacing a little while her image stayed put.

"Well, first let's get rid of that stubble," and with that pronouncement Emily knew she would never grow hair on her pussy again. She ran a finger along her slick labia, and had a small orgasm--at least, small compared to what Mel and Amia had given her earlier--at the taste of her own juices.

Basking in the afterglow of her release, she contemplated her already-huge tits. "Mel had the right idea," she said to herself, "she just should have asked permission first, because I'd love to have gigantic boobs." Emily focused, and her breasts quickly expanded well past the V-cups Mel had made them earlier until they were off the charts. She nodded in approval. They were freakishly large, but at least she'd had a choice this time.

She also pumped up her ass to a similarly near-impossible size--impossible for humans, anyway--and grew her hair down to tickle the top of it. She'd always wanted to try out having long hair, but whenever she'd let it grow out it became a horrendously tangled mess, so she had to keep it cut short. She even had proper bangs for the first time in her life.

The Night's dress code was pretty simple. It was completely exclusive, not letting men enter for any reason whatsoever. They'd had a few run-ins with the law over not letting male police officers and such in, but they had fanatical support from their regulars and so could hire the best lawyers for miles around. So it billed itself as a place for women to be women, and refused to let anyone in who was ashamed to show themselves off. Emily decided to provide a show of what sort of clothes her angelic power could create, and so a halter top appeared on her, really just a loop of almost-sheer fabric, hooking under and barely covering her nipples. Another thin strip of fabric hid her pussy and anus, and atop that she created a leather jacket to hold her ID. The jacket strained to close around her massive boobs and barely covered her titanic butt.

Satisfied with her new look, she turned around and walked through the door she'd created, feeling the particles of the wood mingle with her body, and once she was out of the room she destroyed it as easily as she had created it.

She was a bit surprised that she was the first one to be done, but only a minute later Mel appeared, with a body even more exaggerated than Emily's, and wearing only four small dots of fabric to cover what public nudity laws insisted be covered underneath a sheer teddy with one opaque pocket for her ID. Amia and Ashley emerged half a minute after that, wearing the skimpiest bikinis Emily could imagine on bodies only slightly less impossible than her own, with their own IDs tucked into the panties' straps. They were identical down to the last detail, to the point where the only way Emily could tell them apart was from the fact that, reaching out mentally, Amia's mind was closed to her while she could, if she wanted, being co-chief archangel, control Ashley's. She didn't try, though, since she knew that Amia would sense the intrusion immediately and throw an impenetrable wall up around her girlfriend's mind.

"Maybe I'll try that on Dorothea later," she said, garnering nods and grins of approval from the other three.

"We've got to make an impressive entrance, of course," said Mel. "Would you care to do the honours, Ashley?"

"Follow me, everyone," said Amia's girlfriend, and letting her powers take over, Emily easily found herself in a luxury limousine in the complex's underground lot. Ashley was driving with Amia riding shotgun, while Emily found herself on a huge bed in the back with Mel. They cuddled and made out during the too-short drive to the Night.

The last time Emily had been to the Night, they had had a system to ensure that nobody underage could get drinks, but that wasn't necessary now that Mel had changed the law. They just showed their IDs, checked their coats, informed the staff that they had no limit on how much they could spend--that got them the best booth in the house--and walked in.

A local girl group was playing on stage, unfortunately having to use enthusiasm to make up for a lack of ability. Mel shook her head and just like that, while the enthusiasm remained, it was just part of the show. Emily began nodding her head to one of the best bands in the area.

"This place is slipping, Em. Remember that group that was playing here when we met? Pity they broke up a few months later."

"Yeah, they've been going downhill. At least this bunch weren't as bad as the ones who were playing the last time we were here."

Mel shuddered.

One of the bar staff came around shortly after they'd sat down. "So, what can I get y'all?"

"Just bring us a selection of everything." Mel thought for a moment. "Actually, how'd you like to be our personal bartender tonight?" Emily turned around to see that Mel had reshaped the booth to have a huge bar on one side with the woman standing behind it. Emily rolled her eyes but grinned when she saw that the woman sported tits larger than her head.

"Anyway," continued Mel, "how about a few pitchers of everything on tap, and some fish and chips, as greasy as you can make them."

"Coming right up," said the woman, who continued to lean over the bar while she stepped out of herself, copies of her drawing pitchers, battering the fish and chopping up potatoes.

"So," she said, "what brings y'all here tonight?" She didn't react to being in five places at once, as if it were a completely normal part of her job.

"Well, we're celebrating," said Mel. "Em here and I met here, you know, and today's a very special day for us. We'll tell you all about it later."

The woman nodded. "Cool. Here's your beer." She expertly slid four pitchers across the booth to them.

Mel drained hers in one go. "Just keep them coming."