God gets what he wants

Harry willed his cock hard again as he watched Beth ride out her divinely mandated orgasms, each new climax hitting right as the previous one began to subside so she was in a constant state of intense pleasure.

For a brief moment, he had a pang of conscience. Beth was his friend, after all, and so was Jeff. Was it really right or moral to use Beth this way for his own pleasure?

Then he decided that since he was God, he decided what was right and moral. He wanted to see Beth squirm in orgasm, and he wanted to fuck her silly. And since he wanted it, that made it right and moral. Besides, he could always make sure she and Jeff would have plenty of amazing sex to make up for it, and he could make them okay with his plowing Beth as well.

With that concern assuaged, he froze time outside the apartment so he didn't have to worry about potentially missing anything, or about Jeff coming home at an inopportune moment, and made his own dick grow as he continued to watch the live feed on his suddenly expanded TV.

He willed himself to climax as well, cum dribbling, then pouring, then blasting out of his shaft, which he made larger as he did, his balls growing to keep up. He even made his prostate bigger, moaning a little at the increased pressure in such a sensitive area. Semen flew out of his slit in a torrent, his absolute command of reality letting him literally hit the ceiling with each cumshot.

After a while, he did recover enough lucidity to see what he'd done. Beth was still writhing on her bed, and he hadn't changed her further, but a simple act of will let him see his own naked body from every angle. He had mostly just made himself a bit fitter, and removed his pubic hair, but he did find himself sporting an absurd fifty-inch cock, easily longer and thicker than his legs.

With another quick thought, he made sure that it would fit perfectly in any hole he put it in, and exempted himself from public nudity laws--and having thought of that, made sure to exempt himself from all laws and mores concerning sexual conduct with anyone mature enough to be definitively an adult, while also making a divine command that anyone who wasn't would be entirely unable to perceive or participate in anything of that sort.

Cum still leaked from the tip of his absurd new tool, and he willed it to stop entirely. He might shrink it down later, but for now he wanted to experience what it was like having a cock that came straight out of ridiculous fetish porn.

The TV turned off with a wave of his hand, but he didn't need it to be able to know that Beth was still cumming her brains out. So he just walked through the door of his bedroom as if it weren't there, and through Beth's as well.

"And the Lord said, thou shalt stop cumming!" Harry intoned, feeling both powerful and silly as his words took effect and Beth's climaxes ceased. She relaxed and turned her head toward the source of the voice.

"Harry?" she asked. He altered her mind so that she wouldn't be frightened of his massive cock, or question how he'd gotten into her room, or why he was there. "What happened to you? Do you know what happened to me?" Harry suppressed her sexual reactions as she fondled an enlarged boob.

"I happened to you," he said simply. "As for what happened to me, I was just watching TV and then suddenly I became God. That's when it looked like I was having a seizure."

"Oh, is that what it was?" Beth asked. "So what does that mean?"

"It means I can do anything I want, like make your towel drop so I could get an eyeful of your ass," Harry admitted. "Or make your tits and butt grow, or give you hours of constant orgasm like you just had."

"All that was you?" Harry's mental control meant Beth wasn't disturbed at the casual admission that he had used her like a toy to test his powers.

"Yep. Gave myself this massive thing, as well. And who better to give it its first taste of pussy than the woman I've been lusting after since we met last year?"

"What will Jeff think about that? You'd be cuckolding him, after all," Beth pointed out, though not judgmentally.

"How many guys get to say that their girlfriend was fucked by God Himself?" Harry replied. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you and Jeff have plenty of great sex for the rest of your lives. Not as great as how well I'm about to fuck you, of course, but still pretty good."

"I guess that makes sense," Beth agreed. "How will that thing fit, though? Fuck, just the head looks too big for my cunt."

"Nah, it'll fit perfectly," Harry promised. "You could use a few more adjustments to be worthy of it, though."

Before Beth had time to argue, Harry flexed his omnipotent will again and made her float off the bed and stand before her mirror, which promptly expanded and gained a split screen reflecting her both front and back, one on each half.

"If I didn't already believe you were God, I would now!" Beth said, taking in the physical impossibility of her new mirror.

Harry ignored the remark and considered what further changes he could make to Beth's body. She was already very well-endowed, thanks to his divine commands, but why should God have to settle for anything ordinary?

So he flexed his irresistible will, and Beth's bust started to grow again.

"How big are you going to make them now?" Beth asked as flesh steadily came into existence on her torso, giving her boobs extra mass. "They were already pretty large, after what happened earlier."

Harry shrugged. Even though he was standing right behind her, the mirror didn't reflect him; in fact, it just showed Beth in a featureless void. "When I feel they're big enough that you're worthy of being fucked by a four-foot dick."

Harry suppressed Beth's alarm at how large her chest was getting. After all, he was God, and he wanted her to be this busty, so what she wanted, or what she thought of it, didn't matter.

Beth's breasts kept growing. Harry could've just made them as large as he had in mind instantly, but he wanted to watch them balloon for no reason other than that he willed it to happen. Finally, when he halted their growth, they were so big that if Beth were to sit down, they would easily overflow her lap, not just to the side but also over her knees.

"How am I supposed to do anything with boobs this big?" Beth asked. "These will just be awkward and get in the way."

"Nah, you'll never experience problems from them," Harry said, his dismissive whim instantly becoming absolute law, as much a part of reality as logic or gravity. "Should balance you out, though, you're pretty top-heavy." This time it was her ass that expanded, of course, until it was so big it couldn't even fit in a loveseat. Behind them Jeff and Beth's bed expanded to accommodate the woman's divinely mandated curvaceousness.

"And a few more changes..." Harry went on. He made Beth's hair gush from her scalp and pool atop her ridiculously massive butt. He altered her feet so that she would be forced to use heels no shorter than eight inches, and he decided to force her to be permanently nude except for such shoes, if she wanted to wear them. He also made the entire planetary climate permanently mild, trusting his omnipotence to take care of all the minor details like how food would grow without rain, or keeping ice sheets from melting without raising ocean levels and washing out coastal cities. He also set up special zones where people could experience other climates if they wanted to, like a hot sunny day to spend tanning at the beach or the park, or a cold winter's day to play in the snow and skate on ice.

He almost forgot, but just before he shoved his dick in her cunt he made her lactate permanently, and made her a high-volume squirter.

Of course, not content just to fuck her pussy, two bodies identical to his own walked in and each shoved a cock into Beth's ass and mouth. They were just him being in three places at once, of course, but the two fucking Beth's twat and mouth twisted around to drink from her milk-laden boobs.

Beth was riding a high of climaxes even better than what Harry had forced her to have earlier. She was practically slack around his shafts as Harry used her like a sex toy. She didn't mind, of course; Harry's mental alterations were, to her, indistinguishable from genuine thoughts on the matter.

At some point Harry moved the entire orgy onto the bed, but being that this was his first conjugal sexual experience, even though his divine fortitude could have allowed him to last forever, he simply didn't want to. He held off for about ten minutes before stuffing the subject of his lusts full with impossibly large blasts of cum.

With time paused except for the two of them, Harry didn't bother to care about how long he continued to plow his titanic shafts into Beth. He simply kept fucking her until he decided he wanted to move onto something else.

"Damn that was a lot of cum you shot into me, Harry," Beth said, her ridiculous body splayed out on the bed while Harry let only a dribble of the universe-filling amount of jizz he'd shot into her leak out of her holes.

"That's one way of putting it. Don't worry, I've made sure that you'll still enjoy sex with Jeff after that. Gave him a nice huge cock too. Still, no telling anyone that I'm God." Harry didn't wait for Beth to agree, simply controlling her mind again to compel her obedience.

"Where is he, anyway?" Beth asked. "How long were we fucking for? He should've been back by now."

"He's still at the grocery store. I paused time so that I could use you as a cumdump for as long as I wanted," Harry admitted candidly.

"Oh. That makes sense. Good idea. Wouldn't do to have him walking in on you using me as a jizzrag, after all." Beth easily accepted the degrading role Harry had given her.

"Anyway, how about you keep cumming your brains out until he gets back, and then the two of you can have insane sex and a constant orgasm for a month?" Harry suggested. He would probably stop it before then, of course, but he figured he owed Jeff something for using his girlfriend like that. He was dimly aware of his divine powers ensuring that the two could actually survive for a month doing nothing but fucking.

"That sounds awesome! Having God as our housemate is gonna be great," Beth said enthusiastically. She didn't need to say she wouldn't tell Jeff; it might not have been an outright law of reality the way her lack of problems resulting from her new assets would be, but Harry's divine mental control was no less effective for that.

Harry belatedly made sure to check that among the issues Beth wouldn't face due to her new body were developing body-image issues, or people making fun of her or suggesting she get reduction surgery, not that it would have helped her since her body would've grown right back afterward. He did notice that while it was impossible to express incredulity or disgust at Beth's body, people could still think it, and Harry decided, instead of making that impossible, that he would make it a sin, though not so terrible a one as to send the thinker directly to Hell upon death.

Harry willed his dick soft again, and its foot-long length dangled from his crotch. "Anyway, I'm heading out. Gotta find more holes to fuck, after all. You're a great lay but I need variety, y'know?" Beth gave Harry a shaky thumbs-up as she was right back to riding a wave of orgasms.

Harry just walked straight through her bedroom door again and out of the apartment without needing to touch a doorknob or a lock.