Changing the rules

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

I came to a screaming orgasm as my alarm clock blared at me. I threw a command at reality and it acquiesced, time moving back an hour as I desired.

I continued to enjoy the sensations from eating myself out, suckling my massive tits and giving myself an expert blowjob for another few hours, time being no object to me, but eventually I got up, reducing myself to just one body, the one I'd given myself shortly after becoming all-powerful but with a cock that was, right then, rock hard and nestled in my cleavage.

I still enjoyed showers, so I took one, using my abilities to **** the water to stimulate my erogenous zones. I had quite a few classes that day, so I split myself in two. I soon felt myself in a third place, wearing regularly revealing clothing and waiting for my first class to start, and a second later I dressed one of my bodies in that same attire sent myself to that class, going back in time a few seconds.

With a thought I knew the weather outside--a terrible downpour, and my place shook as lightning hit nearby. Irritably I changed it, the day becoming cloudless and comfortably warm. I did ensure that the good effects of rain still occurred--plants were watered, dust was washed away--but I wasn't going to let anything spoil my first full day as the ruler of the universe.

Putting on only my foot-high heels, I turned myself invisible and stepped out, walking through the outside wall of my third-story bedroom and floating gently to the street.

--

Lucy sped home along the side street. Damn nymphomania. Always kicking in at the worst times...

If she thought she could get away with it she'd just pull over and jill off to relieve a bit of the tension until she could get home and relax with her custom sex toys, but she couldn't afford a car with tinted windows. So instead she drove recklessly, trying to get home before the urges became irresistible.

Suddenly, as she passed a well-appointed three-story house, she felt something pass through her--

Lucy drove comfortably along the side street. Driving was so relaxing, and by far the best treatment for her hypersexuality.

She was glad her insurance plan covered her condition. The sex car she drove was very new, but her plan had paid for almost all of it after her doctor had prescribed it. She felt lucky to have such an understanding doctor, since you could only get these cars by prescription and a lot of doctors still thought they were mere quackery. There had been something strange about that doctor, though... she was tall, with massive tits, and when she sat down while Lucy was standing there were those strange iridescent symbols on top of her boobs. Lucy had to restrain herself from propositioning her right then.

She was alone in the car, her clothes on the passenger seat, while massive vibrators, sticking out of the driver's seat, pumped in and out of her pussy and ass at irregular intervals, keeping her on edge. Vibrating clamps, as pleasurable as they were painful, randomly sent shocks through her, and between those she was coming to orgasm about once every three blocks. The real breakthroughs with the sex cars were for one, the intelligent driving, keeping the car going safely when its driver was blissed out, and two, the dividers, allowing the driver to see out and hear everything, but keeping any noises and sights from those who didn't want to see them. She'd driven with friends, all of them taking full advantage of the car's amenities, and she could drive with those who thought the whole thing was disgusting and inappropriate just by raising the dividers and then enabling the car's features. The dividers weren't just opaque from that side, they projected images and sounds that the driver would make in a normal car. She could gasp and scream all she wanted while she was carrying on a conversation, and all her passengers would see and hear was her doing so normally.

As Lucy came to another orgasm, the car took over, smoothly making a right turn onto the arterial and merging perfectly.

--

Bethany moved a bit closer to Jason as she felt something move through her. They were regulars at this coffee shop. It wasn't the best place she knew of, of course, but it was close, and cheap.

It was also pretty popular, and they were tenth in line. She rested her head on her boyfriend's shoulder as they slowly crept toward the front of the line.

As they got closer, Bethany started to feel as if things were different--

Bethany had heard about this place, but she'd never been there herself. She thought Cindy was just having her on about how she got her massive new tits. A coffee shop where the drinks make people grow tits twice as big as their head? Bethany was sure Cindy was joking, that she'd just gotten plastic surgery. There was no way her boobs could be that firm and perky otherwise.

Except for Jason, the clientele was exclusively female. There didn't seem to be anything strange about them. Nobody was ballooning as they took sips of their coffee. There had been a warning sign outside about how men might experience unknown side effects, but Jason had laughed it off. He too refused to believe Cindy's story.

Still, when they got to the cashier, Bethany began to wonder if Cindy had been telling the truth. The counter was transparent, so Bethany could clearly see the twenty-something barista's body and clothes. She figured, though, that the shop just went out of its way to find people like that--young women with gigantic tits, huge asses, and who didn't mind wearing tied-off shirts, miniskirts and five-inch heels on the job.

"Hi, and welcome to Betty's Coffee Shop!" said the barista, whose nametag, positioned at the centre of her right tit, informed Bethany that her name was Candi. "What can I get you?" The woman's eyes slid over to Jason. "Oh." She produced two sheets from a tray behind her. "Before you order, I'm afraid you'll have to sign this. Standard legal release--you're just agreeing not to hold Betty's Coffee Shop liable for any unexpected side effects from our beverages."

Bethany scanned hers. It was quite short and she knew enough to get the gist of the legalese. She quickly signed and handed the form back to the barista.

Jason's was rather longer, with dense wording warning about how men might experience undesirable changes. He laughed as he signed it. The barista gave him an odd look as she filed the papers.

"Very well, what can I get you?"

Bethany opened her mouth, but Jason beat her. "Two extra-large coffees, mine with three milk and three sugar, and..." After all this time, Bethany thought, he still couldn't remember her coffee order.

"Two milk, two sugar, and a ginseng shot. You do have those?"

"Of course we have those. It'll only be a moment." She quoted the price and Jason handed over a bill, taking his change.

A minute later they were sitting down at a table, drinks in hand. Bethany wondered why the other barista, built almost identically to the cashier, had given Jason such a strange look, and given her such a lustful one.

The coffee was good enough, and they walked around a while longer before heading back to her place. As usual, they watched a movie he liked--"Die Hard"--and one she liked--"A Walk to Remember"--before settling into bed together. She could feel Jason's hard cock rubbing against her thigh, and she pulled him on top of her. He grinned, kissed her, and kneaded her small tits a bit before plunging into her.

The next morning Bethany awoke to find her field of vision impeded. She struggled to drag herself out of bed, and then to stay standing once she had. Jason, lying next to her, moaned a little and rolled over slightly.

Rubbing sleep from her eyes, Bethany staggered to the bathroom where an unfamiliar sight greeted her in the mirror.

The face that looked back at her had been cleared of imperfections. She smiled and realized that it was much the same smile the baristas had been giving her at that coffee shop the previous day. But as her eyes tracked downward, she gasped.

Her tits were huge! Not just "oranges" huge or even "basketballs" huge, or even "Cindy" huge. These made Cindy look tiny! And they stuck out so proudly...

Bethany staggered to her favourite chair and sat down. She found that she also had a huge new ass as she couldn't get all the way back, and her tits overflowed her lap. Then she saw Jason.

"Jason, what happened to us?"

"Us? What happened to you?"

"And you!"

Jason's hands made their way around his torso, or tried to at any rate, being blocked by boobs as large as his girlfriend's. From her vantage, she could also clearly see that his cock was a few inches longer. Then she realized her other change.

"Um, Jason... I think there's one more change." Bethany struggled to part her tits, revealing her own dick once she accomplished the feat. Sitting straight as she was--she supposed that her back muscles were stronger now--it was clear that it was easily longer than her boyfriend's, and she realized that she could simply tilt her head downwards and give herself oral sex.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygodwhatdowedonow?" panted Jason.

Bethany stood up and moved toward her boyfriend. Instead of bumping breasts at two feet away, she moaned as she felt her boobs passing through her boyfriend's until they were face to face with tits sticking out of each other's backs. She snaked her hand down to his last change, and Jason gasped as he felt his new pussy being fingered. "I've got a few ideas," and she pushed him back to their bed. "I don't have anything to do today..."