Ira - God of Deception

I'm having an off day.

But that's bound to change any moment now...

"Any... second," My legs stood firm, both hands arched forward, looming just before the homemade summoning circle he crudely painted onto the floor. It wasn't the most lavish or visually appealing summoning circle one could find, but when budgets are low and resources far from plentiful, one must work with what they can scavenge.

With a bucket of paint, any form of mystical material for its base, and the general knowledge of how to arrange the circle, anyone can summon any kind of deity in the safety of their cabin.

Specifically, a cabin in a training camp for demi-gods; summoning circles need to be constructed on top of some kind of mystical surface, and as fortune would have it, and the Gods decree, these cabins are all made out of enchanted oak. See, the Gods create their own downfalls. With power grows, arrogance and arrogance precede weakness. And if given an ich, I plan to take it a mile.

Hands still poised before the circle, I closed my eyes to breathe out a slow, calming breath, "Today's the day..."

Sure, I said that yesterday, and the day before that and the day before that and the month that, and... so on...

But! Even if things don't work out as planned today, then I will just try tomorrow and then the day after that, ad nauseam, until the Gods are all kneeling before me.

A warm tingle coursed from the tips of my fingers down to the center of my palm, "Alright," I breathed in anticipation; the circle began to radiate a green hue, and each of the candles lined around it flickered then burst into flames of matching colors.

Green.

The color of envy, greed, luck, and growth, it's a gamble who's going to appear here, but mythical creatures are off the table as a safety measure for the camp within its borders; there are runes in place that prevent outside creatures from appearing inside without a deity's decree, with the only exception to that being actual Gods.

Because many demi-gods might need to call on their parents, the runes permit other Gods to be summoned to bypass the mythical creature restriction.

Summoning circles are technically a loophole to that rule, one which I have been abusing nearly every day. I'm not summoning my parent, but other Gods. My father doesn't know about this, though if he did, I bet he'd be more than okay with my plans. After all, The God of Pleasure was known for being particularly disliked by many Goddesses due to his rather sexist motives and desires.

And my motive here was anything but wholesome.

The circle pulsed one last aura of power, and the window to break the summon came to an end. In a flash of green energy and an explosion of air, a female figure formed inside the circle.

Alright.

I cracked my neck left and right to steady my nerves. The amount of power Gods have always comes with a heavy dose of intimidation, even after doing this as often as I have.

Retrieving the notepad from my pocket, I flipped it open and clicked open the pen attached to its side.

''Attempt 247: Goddess,''

From the brief look at the silhouette of my recent summon, I could tell they were female; those hips don't lie. But what God am I dealing with today? Sometimes I won't even have the chance or time to find out who I summoned. They usually leave the moment they realize what happened.

It's the only reason I was able to do this so many times. Not one God so far had even considered it worth their time to stop my efforts or punish me in some way. My father being the God of Pleasure, might have something to do with that. They could do something to me, but it isn't worth the time and trouble that would cause to bother the son of a God that is already annoying enough, so they usually decide to just leave before I can even get a word or two off. It's not like my crude summoning circle can contain a fucking God.

The only reason I can even summon them is that, once activated, the circle waits for a God to teleport themselves somewhere and, at the last second, alters the end destination to be this circle. It's a spell my father used often when he was at this camp for some fun.

But he didn't create this; the spell was actually founded by the Goddess I'm looking-

The bounce of a large rack met my eyes when I glanced up from the notepad. A tall woman looked down at me; her emerald eyes blinked in silence, as her face was void of any emotion other than genuine confusion.

Seeing bare tits had turned my brain off so quickly that I hadn't had the time to put together my thoughts.

"Oh," The Goddess muttered, her casual spaghetti strap tank top pulled halfway over her large bust, showing underboob that was partially lifted by the shirt, with obviously no bra beneath. "This isn't my bedchamber... How did-" Cutting herself off, she blinked, her emerald eyes gazed down, and a clear twinkle flashed over her gaze, "Oh... oh, my... you summoned me, boy?"

"I- Um," Seeing half of a God's mighty underboob had my brain in scrambles.

"This looks to be the work of my own spell." She smirked and lowered her tank top back over her sizable bust, "As intended, it proves to be very annoying. No God wants to be brought somewhere other than their intended destination." Her coy eyes narrowed, still holding a sly glint. "Especially not the God who created this magic."

Hearing her words, and because she put her underboob back inside her top (though the amount of upper cleavage showing now was still distracting), I shook myself out from my transfixed stupor, "W-Wait, you're Ira? The Snake Goddess... the-"

"One and only God of Deception, yes. Would you like to touch my breasts? You can grope them if you desire. I do not mind." Ira had a casual stride as she walked ahead, instantly breaking the summoning circles' barrier in her wake.

As if by magic, her breasts had an unholy amount of jiggle with each of her steps, like out of some kind of cartoon; she stood before me with a hand on her lip, her breasts right before my eyes.

Obviously, I wanted to just reach a hand up there and feel them until the day I die.

But she's the fucking God of Deception; if I feel them, I will die. I'm almost ninety percent sure I'll just drop dead or turn to stone if I touch them.

"Splendid, you're not as stupid as you look. And trust me. You do look very foolish." Heading past, she said such without even looking at me. In fact, I was entirely ignored; her hips (wearing nothing but booty shorts) had a soft sway to them, and each step gave her braless breasts a jiggle. "The rumors are true. My serpent form can encompass the entire universe and then some. The cries of those deceived by my tricks echo throughout the cosmos, yada... yada.... yada...." She approached the lone window of my cabin and, while resting her rack atop the window sill, gazed outward to see the wooded landscape of the campgrounds. "I assume you know of me. If my own spell being turned on its creator is anything to by..."

Seeing her from behind while leaning against the window, my gaze lingered on her round peach-shaped rear. Looking large and bubbly, it jutted out towards me as she pondered the surrounding area. Her long golden blonde hair coursed down her slender back and over her shoulders; the tip of her strands had her blond locks transition into a green that appeared to glow as she flexed her power, something she was using right now.

This is exactly who I was hoping to summon ever since I started this routine, but I never thought I'd get this far. Anyone could have stopped this. By sheer luck, the Gods all saw me as too pathetic to even so much as consider the fact that they'd been summoned here. Usually, they just leave a second after appearing before I can even see what they look like. And Ira herself didn't have safeguards against her own spell. But with how absurdly omnipotent the Gods are, it makes sense that the only thing that can work on her is magic of her own design.

The green tips of her hair continued to glow, as probably were her eyes as well if she wasn't facing away from me. She must be using her power to do something. Not sure what, but this was my chance to act. I should have been prepared for this.

I dashed to the only bunk in this cabin while her back was still turned and fumbled a hand under the pillow.

"Camp Angel Wing?" The Goddess mused, "Alright, so I can't wrap the planet in my coils and crush it just to prove a point. I suppose creating your summon circle here was rather smart, despite you being an idiot and all..." She sighed and leaned back off the window sill. "Although, despite that. I am free to deal with you in other manners. Tell me," She turned to me, "Who is your parent? I want to know what God is going to be on my ass for erasing their kid from existence."

"Uhh, my mom is Hera," I said, approaching Ira with a silver flute hidden behind my back. "One of the big three, so-"

Hearing that made her roll her eyes, "I highly doubt you are the son of the Goddess of Women and Marriage."

"No, it's true! She controls all women. If you do anything to me, she can tell you to worship her forever, and you'd never be able to stop."

"Hmm, is that so?" The Goddess raised a hand, "I don't need to be the God of Deception to see the lies spewing from your lips. Now, for theatrics, I'm going to snap my fingers, and you're going to die. Unless you can give me one reason to let you live."

Seeing her fingers poised to snap, I was quick to blurt, "W-W-Woah! Wait, my father is the God of Pleasure!"

"Okay, now you're telling the truth," She gave a brief pause, "But that man is a perverted, bigoted, lethargic, sexist, foolish... I could go on, but in truth, if you are his kin, I feel like I'm doing the future Gods a favor here."

The weight that I could actually die at the mere thought of this woman, or any of the Gods for that matter, just settled with me. "Now- Y- You're the God of Deception. You literally mess with people just for fun!"

"Yes, though the key difference is that I do so indiscriminately. Your father is just straight-up sexist. So," Her hand began to glow.

"Wait, wait, wait, please don't snap! hold on-"

The God of Deception looked to ponder me for a second, "Mmmm... no, I'm going to snap. Goodbye."

"I-I'll worship you!"

"Many do so already."

Shit.

She wants to see me squirm. Messing with and deceiving others is her whole thing. Begging might be the only thing amusing her enough not to snap her fingers.

The flute felt cold behind my back.

I needed her to be distracted while I used it, but this might be a now-or-never type of situation...

"How about this," Ira kept an amused glint in her eye, "Use that flute you're trying to hide behind your back and play me a nice melody. If adequate, I might keep you around in a cell to liven up my throne room."

Okay. There goes my element of surprise.

I'm not sure how she knew about the flute, but she's a God; who am I to question her?

"A-Alright..." I said, taking the flute from behind my back.

It pressed against my mouth; Ira raised a brow, and without snapping her fingers or any grandulous shows of power, she leaned back and sat down on a throne that appeared out of nowhere.

As I practiced, I blew into the musical instrument. Its softly pitched tune breezed through the open holes and filled the room. Sitting before me, the Goddess swayed her head to the tune, humming softly under her breath, apparently somewhat entertained by the melody being played. Though, with her being the God of Deception, I wasn't sure if her reaction was only a show or not.

The song continued for thirty more seconds, a brief tune that didn't overstay its welcome. After which, I lowered the flute from my mouth and observed the God before me with bated breath, "Was.. was that good?"

"Hm?" She blonde rose to her feet, and the throne vanished behind her, "Did you not see me humming along? I quite enjoyed it. You have a knack for this, indeed."

I blinked, "Really?"

The God breathed a heavy breath, her dark round line of cleavage expanding high over the low-cut neckline as she took in air, "No, I was lying. Goodbye."

"Wait-"

With no warning, the Goddess turned around and snapped her fingers. "That was fun," She breathed under her breath, "Now, back to what I was doing," raising a hand, she began to weave a portal at the door to the cabin, making it lead back to her chamber instead of the outside forest.

"Holy shit... It worked!"

"What." Ira's eyes blinked in surprise at the sound of my voice; she spun back around, her hair buffeting her face, "How are you... whatever, you are not worth a God's time." rolling her eyes again, she snapped her fingers.

And...

Nothing happened.

Ira was utterly taken aback; the look on her face made that clear enough.

"Uh.. try again?" I offered,

Ira frowned, "Shut it."

*Snap* *Snap*

Her brow furrowed.

*Snap* *Snap* *Snap* *Snap*

"Maybe one more snap will do it?"

"Oh, so this is funny to you?" The God's emerald eyes began to glow with a powerful green aura, and her iris morphed to serpent-like slits. "You do realize? I am a GOD!"

"A god that can't kill a random weak demi-god, it seems." I shrugged.

"The only reason you are still standing is because I allow it!" She hissed her response; the woman's tongue exuded a snakish rattle.

"Yeah, sure thing," I was grinning nearly ear to ear at this point—months of planning paid off in the best way possible.

Ira continued her attempts to snap me out of existence many more times, though the results were negligible as I was still standing here, feeling not even a tingle. "Hssssss~" Her vipers' glare oozed venom, "Fine. I tried to do this the painless way for you." A green glowing orb appeared in her palm; it quickly green and expanded upward into an emerald jade spear. "But when you disrespect a deity, you lose the right to a painless demise."

"Oh no!"

She raised a hand, full intent on spearing me to the wall. But, just as before, she didn't do anything. The tall woman's hand wavered in place; her struggle was evident as her arm was unable to throw the weapon, replacing the inevitable attack with harmless hesitation. She gritted her teeth, only now revealing two sharp fangs; the frustration in her features proved clear to the point that her serpent side was gradually beginning to reveal itself.

I laughed at her plight. "Let me play another tune while you figure out your whole ending me problem."

The God of Deception glared at me with clear malice as I raised the flute to my mouth, "Was... this your doing!?"

She answered her own question with a scoff, "No. There is no way a pathetic charmed instrument can manipulate a deity."

The flute started to sing again as I blew into it. I began to play the same melody as before, only with much less stress now that the threat of my untimely demise by the snapping fingers of a deceitful God was off the table. Initially, my eyes were closed as I focused on the tune, though I opened them when I heard her struggling, replaced with hums.

"Hmm~ Hm~ Hmmm~ Hm~. Hmm~ Hm-Hm~ Hmm~!" The Goddess blinked; her emerald eyes had been momentarily glazed, replaced with a glowing spiral instead before she blinked back to reality. "N-Not possible! Was I ju-Hmm~ Hm~ Hmmm~ Hm~.-st charmed by your-Hmm~ Hm-Hm~ Hmm~!-childish flute!? Hssssss~!" Ira let out her anger in a loud hiss. Her height grew, from already being taller than me, her size doubled as the glow to her high and green streaks in her hair radiated pure power. "I'll create a world made out of hungering vipers! Make you immortal and drop you in to watch as you beg for mercy that will never arrive..."

I looked up at her, though with how big she was now, it was hard to see her face behind her tits. Actually, I could only see the top of her head and the glow from behind the massive wall of her boobflesh. "Okay," I shrugged.

"Okay? Okay!? You have no idea what I can do. Even if I cannot harm you myself, my servants adore feasting on the flesh of those that defy me!"

"Yeah, Okay."

"Oh, you think I am a joke? Let's see how you fare after an eternity with my children." She leaned forward so that I could actually see her face, though now those large tits of hers were hanging forward, showing a distracting downblouse that made the tent in my pants twitch, "Then you'll know who the real joke is."

Ira snapped her fingers, a sadistic grin on her face as she towered over me.

But, rather than anything happening to me, at the snap of her fingers, her entire body glowed green. Specifically her hair and clothes; the spaghetti tank and booty shorts' emerald aura morphed and dissipated into something similarly revealing but much more ridiculous.

I had to stifle a laugh. Not that I was too successful since I instead half-chuckled and half-snorted.

"So you're laughing?" Standing above me with one hand on her curvy hip and the other holding the spear that was impaled into the cabin's flooring, she held an intimidating glare. She smirked, "All I did was make the planet of serpents just for you. I can promise that you won't be laughing soon enough.

"Pfff! Too late! You're already looking down. Check what you're wearing!"

Seeing my continued laughter prompted the God to bare her fangs, "ENOUGH!" Her voice boomed, shaking the ground around us. The snap of her fingers echoed loud.

*Honk*

"Pfft~"

"What." She snapped her fingers again.

*Honk*

Ira looked at her hand.

*Honk* *Honk* *Honk*

"I told you. Check out what you're wearing."

The God gazed down at her chest. That's when she saw what had me up in a chuckling fit.

Her tank top was replaced with a bright pink and white clown tutu corset, donned with white suspenders that draped over her tits to wrap around her bare back. The pink skirt was lined with a streak of white around its edges, raised so high that even at his own height, he'd have no issue seeing her panties, but from below her, the Gods cotton white panties were exposed in all their glory, tight enough to clearly outline her pussy, donned with a read heart hatter on it's back. The same red heart that was adorned on the slim and tightly held corset over her waist where the white straps went up to strap over her vast bust and with two other heart buttons lining the prominent bulge of her tits.

Her golden and green hair was replaced by bright pink and red, deep reflective red lipstick lined her pillowy lips with a massive red clown nose stuck right above said mouth.

"WHAT!" Her sudden shock quickly turned into a hiss upon realizing that her effort to transport me into a world of snakes and **** didn't have her desired result. This new look really did take to the role of a joke she claimed she wasn't.

Stomping her feet, she created a massive crack in the floor while also causing her colossal jugs to jostle in a huge jiggle; each bounce created a literal *boing* sound, only making her stomp her foot more in frustration and creating even more bounces.

*Boing* *Boing* *Boing* *Boing*

"How many jiggles are you going to do? Haha.." I needed to take a seat on my bunk; this was all too good.

"Every second you sit there grinning, you only cement your fate more an-" Her eyes glazed over, and the foggy spiral from before returned to spin as she began to hum, "Hmm~ Hm~ Hmmm~ Hm~. Hmm~ Hm-Hm~ Hmm~!-d more! I'll summon every creature you fear to rip your soul to shreds!" Once again, she snapped her fingers.

*Snap*

"H'uck! H'uck!" Her anger completely vanished at the tune of her own finger snapping. In an instant, so fast that all it took was a blink for things to change, she was back to her regular height, though her eyes were still glazed and spiraling. The jade spear she was holding now resembled a blow-up balloon sword in the shape of a dildo.

"Howdy~ Ir'ie here! The Goddess of Bimbos! Bitches! And Balloons! H'uck! H'uck!" She bounced on her toes, the God's feet clad in bright big, and utterly goofy pink boots, "H'uck~ Are you ready for some boob-bouncin' fun!?"

I smirked, and the flute twirled amidst my fingers, "Fuck yeah, show me some tricks."

"When it comes to tricks, the God of Bimbos is the one to pray to! HHHH'uck! "See my magic, and be amazed! The God of Bitches is to be praised! H'uck!" She bounced and stomped her big boots towards the wall; each jiggle to her chest made more audible *boing* sounds.

Upon reaching the wall, the Goddess leaned against it to just out her ass, raising one let perfectly upwards in a manner only the most flexible of humans could replicate; she flashed him her pantie-clad pussy that stretched tight enough to perfectly outline her snatch. At the snap of her fingers, the pantie was removed (not that it was hiding much). With one hand against the wall, she used her other to hold the balloon dildo sword and effortlessly ram it right up her pussy. Needing no preparation and goading, she rammed the dildo up her snatch and began to pump it in and out right before my eyes, showing not an ounce of hesitation or shame.

In fact, she exuded the exact opposite of shame, each thrust of her curvy hips onto the 'sword' had her tits bounce and make their *boing* sounds in tune with her moans into the air and against the wall. Her breaths came out like steam wheezing through her saliva-coated lips.

"H-H-H'uck~! H'uck~!" With each thrust and moan, she'd giggle like the idiot clown she made herself to be, the cartoon-like *boing* sounds from her tits jiggling at the tune of her humps onto the massively long dildo sword.

The length of the balloon dildo penetrating her pussy was far too large for even the tall woman to reasonably take within her snatch. Her sex must be stretched to its very limits from the length of the dick-shaped balloon; every thrust had her tits and bubbly ass cheeks bouncing as she was grinding like a machine with her unwavering determination to provide a humiliating display that can't ever be forgotten.

"That's a nifty trick, Bimbo Goddess," I said, pumping my member after dropping my pants down to the floor, "What else can you do?"

"Guh'a~! Glad you like it! Ir'ie, the God of Bitches and Bimbos, gots all kinds'a tricks! H'uck!" She moaned loudly, panting her heavy breath into the air while pulling out her dildo balloon, "Pay attention, folks! Guh'a~! The balloon goes in one hole~" She readied her pussy once more and proceeded to press the dildo sword back inside, moaning all the way as she carried it in much slower than before.

The strong inner walls of the God's snatch helped to carry the dildo up into her sex, "And comes out th-th-thhe~" Her voice began to stifle and hitch heavy pants and moans as her hips buckled, "-the other!" She breathed before her voice was cut off as her lips stretched to show the tip of the dildo while the other end was fully inside her pussy.

"Uh,"

"Mmmmmmmm~Guh'a~!!" The clown Goddess breathed a sigh of satisfaction, heat, lust, and spittle as she pulled the dildo free from between her plush lips before giving them a lick and saying, "Tadaaaaaaa! Thank you, thank you." Her tits bounced and hung low as she bowed to me for a series of applause that never came.

I stopped jerking, "Don't do that again."

"Not up your alley? H'uck! There's more tricks between my boobs! So no need to fret! No need to frown~!" Ira sprang back upright from her bowing position; her tits jiggled five times before coming to a rest. "This big busty bimbos' your personal clown!"

To prove herself, she reached a hand between her tits and pulled out two deflated balloons out of her cleavage; as if they were candy, the Goddess popped them into her mouth and chewed, giving me a wink and a stupid giggle once making eye contact.

Then, she reached a hand up to squeeze her hilariously large clown nose and puffed out her cheeks before blowing into the air; out from between her lush red lips came a bright pink balloon that expanded into the shape of a rather large cock, once finished blowing she chuckled another idiotic, "Guh'a~!" right before tying that one and blowing out again; this time expanding a balloon that filled out to be a reflection of her face. Though not the clown version of herself, but the actual Goddess that he had so easily turned into his plaything due to her own overconfidence.

That balloon finished expanding, and she tied it off as well; she briefly let go of both of them and, while they began to float upwards, retrieved a pair of strings from her cleavage and attached them to the bottom of the balloons.

"Tadaaaaaa~!" She chimed, ripping down the front of her corset top so her huge breasts flopped out and bounced against her chest; the Goddess tied the bottom of the balloons to her nipples and spread her arms to showcase the magic as the balloons began to float her up into the air, "I can flyyy!"

Drawn together like there was a magnetic pull, the cock-shaped balloon floated toward the one shaped in resemblance to her face and fit right between the open shocked mouth. The balloon of her face magically changed expression to look crossed eyes, and just below, as she was floating, the Goddess had willed her a smaller dildo to pump in and out of her mouth in the same manner syncing with the same thing happening to the balloons that were tied in knots around her erect nipples.

To add to the spectacle at the wave of her fingers, she conjured her dildo sword to float off the ground and spin around her. She clapped the souls of her bright pink boots together and squatted midair.

At the same time, the dildo balloon sword floated between her huge ass cheeks and pushed right up her asshole, thrusting into her and making her bubbly buttocks jostle and ripple with each thrust, all while she continued to look up cross-eyed, trying to make her erotic clown noises through the muffle that was the cock down her throat. Still, all she managed to do was drool through the corners of her lips, down her cheeks, chin, and down onto her tits floating up in the air with the balloons holding her off the ground.

And she said she's not a joke, fucking wild.

If only I had my phone. Those damn camp counselors will pay for preventing me the right from filming this display of dumbassery.

My jerking off to this very show had my mind warped; I was too horny to even consider the fact that with this Goddess, I could get my phone back and then some.

Ira said something I honestly could not understand, as all I heard was "Ggglhlhhhhmmf~!" but after saying that, she snapped her fingers and-

"Mmm!" Her eyes returned to normal from their glazed spiral state, she was no longer looking crossed at the ceiling and gazed down to see what was rammed down her throat, but the huge red clown nose made that hard. "Plah~!" She spat out the dildo and then ripped off the fake nose so she could see.

*Gasp*

I heard her sudden show of surprise was actually turning me on more than before. She's so bewildered, so shocked, and disgusted, yet this was entirely her own fault; she's the one that snapped her fucking fingers. I'm just a guy with a flute. She's the literal God that can and has created all life for the over trillions of people that exist under her hand.

Her tits were floating so high they were almost covering her vision, "W-What is this!!!??" She raised her hand to snap. "YOU'RE DONE!"

*Snap*

"Hi everyone!" In the quick flash of green light, the brightness faded to show Ira grinning with a bounce to her feet and hands on her hips. She was wearing a two-piece skimpy cheerleader uniform that was barely able to contain her tits showing both her underboob and her upper cleavage, while the skirt was practically irrelevant as he could see her entire crotch; she continued to bounce on her toes while grinning from ear to ear, her eyes were holding the same glossy emerald spiral as when she was a clown,

"I'm here to sing! I'm here to dance!" She began to twirl in place, then did a complete flip onto a single hand, where she then spread her legs wide, "That hunk over there is simply the best!" Using her free hand to point, she gave me a wink while her tits were flopping over most of her face.

"My ass will bounce!" She proved such by jumping high in place while spinning around to show off the utter amount of jiggling taking place on her big bubble butt, "My tits can twirl!" Using her heavy boobs, she spun in place; the weight of her tits carried her momentum with each loop until she came to a gradual stop. "My power can give you the world!" Giving another wink, she posed sexily in a teasing display with her leaning forward, one hand on her knees while her other went up to her lips and blew a kiss.

The air before her plush mouth and open hands formed an entire universe that she had just created in the spur of the moment. I could eye multiple miniature planets and even a tiny dot that resembled Earth; who knows how many people she had just brought into existence at this very moment?

"Give me something else," I said, batting aside the universe with the back of my hand.

"You don't like cheerleaders?" She shrugged, bouncing her tits, "That's okay! At the snap of my fingers, it'll go away!" Giving off a final wink, she posed exotically and shared a parting wink before snapping her fingers again.

*Snap*

At the beginning of another flash, she was surrounded, which quickly faded to show Ira in the exact same pose, but her eyes were no longer faded with the faint hypnotic spiral. "What the-" She blinked as she noticed her dumb pose and looked down at herself. "Hsssss!!!!!!!!!" Her fists closed and clenched tight as they emanated a green aura of raw power. "IS THIS A GAME TO YO-"

*Snap*

She **** herself to change at the snap of her fingers. Probably intending to get out of her skimpy and ridiculous cheerleader uniform, she instead prompted herself to change again. Her body glowed in a bright green that died down to show her standing completely upright with a modest and stoic look adorned on her previously enraged face, "My master. I am here to serve you."

She wore a black and white filly maid corset; her large tits were held up on what was quite literally a practical plate, not the corset didn't even bother to fully cover her nipples, her areolas were proud and erected, poking directly at me. The skirt was longer than her previous cheerleader uniform, but not by much, as the underside of her ass cheeks were still shown and bounced all the same with each step; the thong she wore was clearly evident and a size too small as it squeezed into her supple flesh.

Waving her fingers, a delicate silver tray appearing in her other hand, she approached with practice calm and fully submissive steps, "I have prepared you a healthy and lavish meal, my master." Each step made her tits on a plate jostle and bounce like jello as she approached. "Your milkshake is currently being prepared as you enjoy it; each bounce has been thoroughly practiced to produce the perfect shake just as you deserve, my master.

My nose flared at the delicious smell that met my nostrils. Whatever was under that lid far surpassed the shitty camp grub in the mess hall.

"Today, you have premium cut golden sirloin steak with a side of mashed potatoes topped off with gravy and carrots." She approached, and a table just appeared in front of me; there wasn't any kind of warning, effect, or anything to show how she did that, but now there's a table here, I guess.

A lavishly decorated table at that; it didn't fit the cabin interior at all...

..that now is a premium and utterly private five-star restaurant. To my left was a massive window that overlooked the skyline of a busy cityscape, slightly obscured by the slightly cloudy sky that we were looming above.

"I hope this surrounding is to your liking; I can change the window view to something more appealing if you desire." Raising a hand to the window, the display of the sky and city below suddenly changed to that of videos of herself being fucked down her throat, anally and between her tits, all of which surrounded the area with her intoxicating moans.

"If that suits you well. What do you desire, master? Your meal," she gestured to the covered tray of food that suddenly became transparent so I could see the meal hidden from my gaze, "Your milkshake," After saying that, she did a light jump in place, her tits followed her momentum rising up then crashing down causing a large meaty slap and series of jiggles and ripples, I counted about five bounces before they settled over her plate of a corset. "Or me?" She let go of the tray (that continued to float in the air as if she was still holding it) to pull up her skirt and reveal the thong beneath; her other hand gestured to the window showing replays of her being fucked in every hole. Some videos showed my dick going in holes that I don't think should or even physically could be fucked, from the normal holes of her pussy and mouth to... is that her ear!? Is cum coming out of her nose!?

"Master?" Ira beaconed my attention after waiting patiently for more than a minute.

I glanced back at her.

My eyes wandered over her perfect hourglass finger; then, I looked back to the windows one more time.

The answer is clear.

—

"Fuck that was good!" I said, leaning back into the cleavage of my chair. Of course, I mean literal cleavage, as my chair was currently a copy of Ira, who had her mind replaced by a chair. That being I'm pretty sure she's just frozen or something, but her eyes have that same spiral as the real Goddess of Deception.

Well, right now, the only person being deceived is herself. She's supposed to be the God of her craft, but this display is utter blasphemy to all those that genuinely worship her and the power she wields. Currently, she's topless and more like the God of Boob Bouncing because she's been standing off to the side of the table, jiggling her large sloshing rack with her hands behind her back as she jumps in place to make those shamelessly huge fun bags clap together.

Seeing the milk products getting nice and churned made me think all over again. With the dinner rightly finished, I need to wash down my throat. The milk I had left in the nearby glass tasted splendid; it's not every day someone can drink breast milk from the literal God of Deception, but to say it's deceivingly wonderful would be an understatement.

"Your milkshake is prepared, Master. They jiggled twenty-six times just as you prefer." The motion of her tits clapping together came to a stop, and they clapped down against her chest as she approached her eyes, holding their continual foggy spiral. She reached for my glass, but I batted at her hand.

"No, I want it from the source,"

"Of course, Master," Not even batting an eye. She approached.

Her jugs looked heavy, but I didn't realize how much milk was sloshing about inside until I tried to lift it; those funbags were backing some seriously stuffed-up fatty weight. But, at the wave of her finger and some help goating my head and her tits, she kneeled down so I could freely suckle upon the nipple being fed to me, the areola being large but also drafted by the size of her rack, it fully soaked over my entire face that sunk into her tit, the milk from within her boob flowed down my throat with each suckle, it flowed freely with no restriction akin to a stream of God's beautiful nature.

Which is what this was, isn't it?

"How is it, master? I hope I shook my milk exactly to your liking?"

"Mmmhm!" I mumbled through the entire boob washed over my face. Only for a second did I pull back, mouth literally full of milk to the point of spilling over like a leaking pool. "Tttavvssometoo-" I tried to mutter, but it was honestly inconceivable.

Except Ira is a God, and Gods seem to just know everything because she knew exactly that I wanted her to taste some milk too. "Understood, Master." My maid said. Waving a hand, she raised her own massive tit up to her mouth and opened her soft lips to clamp down onto the erect nipple that spewed for milk the moment pressure was applied to her large teet.

There we remained for almost an entire hour, or perhaps even more. Time was not on the side of reality, that's for sure. Sitting on the lap and resting in the cleavage of Ira while the other version of her was literally smothering my entire face in boobage while taking my fill on her tit was doing me wonders.

My cock was fully erect, and Ira must've been able to know my thoughts because while she was constantly gulping down her own milk, while my throat was doing the same with her gallons upon gallons of milk, her hand inched down to pump on my cock repeatedly up until my seed shot out ropes upon ropes of chode down onto the glossy spotless tiled floor beneath us.

Only maybe an hour after that did I realize something.

I was never getting full; God's magic or omnipotence was allowing this to go on for perhaps all of eternity as I saw no steam being left. Even after ejaculating, my dick was instantly back to full mast with not even a second of downtime.

Once realizing this, I wanted to tell her that I had enough and to bring things back to how they were; except her tit literally engulfing my entire face made it hard to speak.

*Snap*

But of course, Ira just knew when I was ready to end this.

Suddenly we were back in my cabin, "Huh." Ira still had me cradled as she sat on the bunk beside me. My mouth was still clamped onto her nipple, though. Something she quickly realized and bolted up to her feet, her eyes no longer filled with a spiral. While hissing, she stood up and scattered away, momentarily slipping on my large puddle of cum that had built up over the countless times I had cum from her handjob while sucking on her bosom.

Still dressed like a maid, but certainly not acting like one, she was no hands and knees in the pool of cum, trying to stand up but continuing to slip as her quick feet made that an issue. She fell face first into the puddle, getting my chode all over her face, between her tits, and staining her stomach legs just... all over, really.

After struggling and hissing for nearly thirty seconds, she must have remembered she was a God. THE God for many. And snapped her fingers.

Instantly she was back to her feet, clean of cum, and back to wearing her casual (but still rather revealing) tank top and booty shorts.

Fixing her hair, she closed her eyes and took a long breath before opening them, "I am going to destroy this entire universe." She said in a deadpan voice, "And you will be left in a constant loop of your own demise, kid. You're messing with a God. And soon enough, you'll learn that they are not to be trifled wit-Hmm~ Hm~ Hmmm~ Hm~." Her entire serious declaration of her power and display of intimidation was dropped the moment her eyes started to spiral again. With each beat of the song, Ira hummed and swayed her hips from side to side.

"What were you saying?" I asked, stopping the song briefly.

"Y-You!" She bore her fangs and hissed, "HOW DA-Hmm~ Hm-Hm~ STOP TH-Hmm~ Hmm~ Hm~!" She continued to sway her hips, dancing with the beat, "HmHmHmHm~ Hm~! YOU ARE NOTHING COMPA- Hmm~ Hm~" The bottom of her ass cheeks bounced under her booty shorts, her tits were rocking again, her hips would way left and right to each beat of the melody, "Hmmm~ I am the GOD of-Hmm~ Hm-Hm~ Hmm~!"

"Yeah, the God of Deception. Have you forgotten you're also the God of snakes? And you act pretty snake-like when you're mad. God or not, you're a snake, and snakes are at the command of my flute."

Ira's eyes were now pure reptilian-like slits, "My true form is that of a Cobra! And if you think for even a second, I am a **** to my instinct. You- Hmm~ Hm~ Hmm~! Hm~ Hm-Hm~ Hmm~!" She turned around and continued to sway and bounce her bouncy buttocks, not literally twerking in her skimpy shorts while the music filled her ears; like a literal cobra, her body was a **** to the music, her mind temporarily turned off while her eyes were spinning in a never ending spiral of submission.

I stopped playing, and the spirals ended. Ira blinked through her mindless fog, eyes fluttering away the veil of confusion. Awareness returned to herself mid-twerk, "HSSSSSSSSSS~" She slithered her tongue as she rose up, "THAT'S IT!!!!!"

Instantly the world around us vanished into pure darkness, leaving nothing but a black void and the figure of Ira that began to grow in size with no stop in sight; in literal seconds, she grew so massive that I'm sure I was smaller than an ant in comparison. "YOU WANT TO MESS WITH MY TRUE FORM!???"

Being unable to harm me, I didn't expect her voice alone to have such an impact, but at my size, even a whisper could send me flying; her yell was enough to cause me to crash back with incredible ****.

As I tumbled back above me, her figure began to glow. She was to an utterly unmeasurable degree of imposing, her figure so towering that her head was completely unseeable behind the gargantuan mountain of a bust. The God flashed in a blinding light at her size, nearly blinding me and turning the darkness into pure white.

After the light faded, her legs were gone, replaced by an incredibly mammoth of a tail that coiled around us tenfold. Everywhere I looked, her tail continued to slither and wrap around the empty void. It was an unmistakably imposing sight, the length of her coils wrapped around every aspect of our blank soulless surroundings, creating more darkness within the realm of nothingness. She leaned down; her huge bust crashed onto the invisible floor, the shock wave sending me crashing back yet again; the Goddess' face shrouded in pure shadow and darkness, revealing only two glowing green slits of eyes and the red flesh of incredibly sharp fangs.

"THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MESS." The world began to shake, "WITH." I had no idea what was going on, "A." the amount of power she possesses is truly something. "GOD!" But she's still a snake.

I started playing my melody.

In an instant, all the intimidation, fear, and power went out the window. If anything, she made herself look more like an actual snake being enslaved by the music. Still towering before the literal spec that I was, she danced and shifted to the music; her massive rattle tale shook and racketed its own chime as her huge round hips swayed this way and that. Her imposing voice echoed in a hypnotic appreciation for the music. "Hmm~ Hm~ Hmmm~ Hm~. Hmm~ Hm-Hm~ Hmm~!" The God's snake-like instinct made her a complete **** for the flute.

From down here, all I could see was the shadow-ridden figure of her in the distance, still utterly imposing yet cathartic, as this means that all of her power is at the whims of my music. Her feminine figure in the distance, clouded in darkness, bobbed to the music; her eyes stared straight ahead, glowing an incredible green aura through the darkness, like looking up at a dancing mountain shown behind the clouds on a dark, gloomy night.

Only if the mountain was God.

One that was swaying her hips like a hula girl and making the appropriate motions with her hands while her cobra tail rattled along and her eyes glowed a powerful spiraling green aura that loomed over the entire empty existence we found ourselves in.

Well, this was fun.

"I lowered the flute" after issuing a command through it.

As the music ended, her eyes continued to spiral their green aura over me. Though I couldn't make out her face in the darkness with how massive she was, I could see her mouth open, showing the red glow of her fangs as she responded, "Yes. Master. I hear. And I. Obey."

Her voice echoed in a toneless obedience, still enough to push me back from the sheer intensity of her mindlessness. The dark figure in the distance raised its fingers, poised to snap.

I was ready for the sound of her fingers clicking to send me flying back, and I braced myself for...

Nothing. We were back in my cabin. I just blinked, and here we are as if nothing had changed.

Below me, Ira was kneeling in a worshiping position, utterly naked in human form again against the floor, currently face first in my puddle of cum, staining her hair and massive tits.

"Forgive me, my lord, for I have sinned. I am your lowly, pathetic big boobie snake. I am a pet for my master, and I have sinned. Please." She bowed up and down in my pool of cum, repeating the motion and mantra with utter obedience. Every time she leaned back up, I could see her powerful green eyes spinning in the same submissive spiral as the cum from the floor stuck to her face and cheeks and stained her lips, cleavage, nipples, and stomach just before she'd go back down to bow again. "Forgive me, my lord, for I have sinned. I am your lowly, pathetic big boobie snake. I am a pet for my master, and I have sinned. Please. Forgive me, my lord, for I have sinned. I am your lowly, pathetic big boobie snake. I am a pet for my master, and I have sinned. Please."

I chuckled and patted my little snake on the head as she leaned up during her repeating worship session. You know, I always wanted a pet dog, and even a hamster once; but who would have guessed the first and best pet I'd ever get would be a snake?

The God of Deception got deceived by a tiny little magic snake-controlling flute. Who would have guessed?

Actually, I did; I might be more like my father than I realized. Achieving pleasure by any means runs in the family, and I'm not done yet.

Oh, he'll be proud once he fingers out I took over an entire camp of demi-gods! And any God that gets in my way will end up like my cobra back there.

"Forgive me, my lord, for I have sinned. I am your lowly, pathetic big boobie snake. I am a pet for my master, and I have sinned. Please."

Looking back one last time, I snickered at the God of Deception.

And now for phase two.

Let's have some fun camp, Angel Wing.