Messing with mortals

"A what?" asked Amanda.

"A Goddess!" repeated Jen. "Well, really, the Goddess, God, whatever. All-powerful, arbiter of reality, nothing above Me, all that. I can do anything I want and nobody can do anything about it!"

Jen focused on Her friend and made sure Amanda believed Her. The mortal said, "All right, so what sorts of things can You do? Like, You really should be careful not to abuse Your power."

Jen laughed. "There's no such thing as abusing My power. I define what 'abusing My power' means, after all, and I say it's not possible for Me to do that!" There were still a few things She wouldn't do, of course, but most of Her morality had fled the moment She first used Her new powers. Still, just to be sure, She made sure that only adults would ever get caught up in, or even notice, whatever She was doing.

"You're kinda scaring me, Jen," Amanda said.

"Well, how about you have a nice orgasm to make up for that, then," the deity suggested, aiming a finger-gun at Amanda's crotch. Instantly Jen's irresistible power gripped reality and Amanda was overtaken by a surge of divinely ordained pleasure.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Amanda screamed in the middle of the busy mall concourse as wave after wave of erotic sensation coursed through her pussy, her anus, her nipples, everything that could be an erogenous zone. Thanks to Jen's command, the pleasure only built and got better and better.

"This would be hotter if you were naked and touching yourself!" Jen declared, and with a snap of Her omnipotent fingers Amanda's clothes vanished and her arms moved on their own, dancing between her breasts and her cunt.

"And squirting!" the new God added, and juices gushed uncontrollably from Amanda's twat, soaking her hands and making a puddle on the floor. A crowd had gathered around them, taking in the scene with curiosity but, thanks to Jen's powers making it implicitly normal for Amanda to have a spontaneous, prolonged orgasm in the middle of a busy mall, not alarm. There were any number of phones recording the event.

"Ah-ah-ah, no recording this. Anyone who doesn't stop recording and delete their video of My friend within the next minute will be banned from having an orgasm ever again and be guaranteed to go to Hell," Jen decreed, casually flexing Her powers to make sure everyone accepted that as absolute truth.

Most people did so with alacrity, of course, but when the minute was up, Jen pointed at two people in the crowd, a middle-aged woman and a twenty-year-old man. "You and you, My divine judgment will now be delivered." She addressed the woman first. "Since you were simply not competent with your phone, I sentence you further to never be aroused again." She turned to the man. "Since you maliciously defied Me, I sentence you to constantly edge but never reach climax. And, of course, both of you will be going to Hell. I've also put a geas on you to ensure you won't sin further, so that you don't take your guaranteed damnation as licence to commit further evil acts."

Jen waved an almighty hand and the crowd dispersed, Her will making it so that nobody found Amanda's situation interesting any more.

After another minute or so of watching Amanda writhe in pleasure, Jen finally allowed Her friend's climax to subside. Amanda staggered over to a nearby bench and sat down hard on it, her legs obviously feeling weak from having been forced to support her the entire time. Jen's powers had ensured that Amanda's pussy juices didn't make the floor too slick for her to remain upright.

"Jen, what... what..." Amanda could barely speak around the panting from her forced exertion.

"That was what it was like to have an orgasm ordained by God Herself!" Jen explained.

"Jen, where... where are my clothes." Amanda struggled to put an arm across her chest but couldn't hold it up, instead slouching over to try to hide her modest breasts while resting both hands in her lap to cover her slit.

"Oh, I'll--" Jen began, only to be interrupted by a woman in the uniform of a nearby lingerie store rushing out holding a few items. Of course, the store being what it was, this amounted to a camisole and sexy panties, but she also carried a few supplies for cleaning intimate areas.

"Here, I noticed what happened," she said in a breathless rush. "I'm not sure if it'll fit, I had to make a pretty hasty estimate..." The woman was studiously not looking at Amanda's hunched, naked form.

"Oh, that won't be necessary"--Jen rifled through the woman's mind--"Dove." Jen snapped Her fingers and teleported Her own clothes back to Her bedroom to be nude in solidarity with Amanda. Of course, being God, She had no compunctions about showing off Her body, even unaltered as it was. "But as thanks for being so prompt and willing to help, I'm granting you guaranteed entry into Heaven and immunity from all consequences on Earth." Jen had already made sure that Dove's temperament was such that she wouldn't abuse that divine privilege, of course; the most she would do was stuff like jaywalking, petty theft, workplace sexual conduct--though Jen did ensure that any advances she made would be reciprocated, so that none of it would actually be nonconsensual as far as the participants were concerned, or beating up would-be rapists. "Also your girlfriend is now your devoted submissive slave, don't worry, nobody will question why you own another person, and is a master of pussy-eating and all the rest. You can even wear your sexy dominatrix outfit and lead her around on a leash on her hands and knees with cuffs and a gag and ropes and all that anywhere you go and nobody will care."

Dove initially looked confused at Jen's lengthy pronouncement, but as Her words took effect Dove's demeanour changed. She stood up straighter, her smile became predatory, and her clothing morphed into a skimpy leather bikini and thigh-high heeled boots with lots of buckles. Jen also made her substantially taller, with an extreme hourglass figure and hard muscles that needed no exercise for Dove to maintain, and created a belt full of the various tools of a dominatrix's trade. Dove took the long whip off the belt and cracked it.

"Thanks," she said, her mindset already adjusting to the role Jen had commanded she have. "Say, want to come back to my place? I could chain you up next to Lacy and--"

"Not into being on the receiving end of that," Jen interrupted. "But if you ever want it for a while, just pray to Me." Jen was pretty sure She was still thoroughly straight, but becoming omnipotent had made Her privy to the private thoughts of plenty of lesbians and bi women and such, and seeing Amanda's prolonged climax had certainly done something for Her. Besides, She was starting college in about a month, and that would be as good a time as any to experiment, if She didn't start sooner.

"I'll think about it," Dove promised, her enforced dominant mindset already having an exception for the universe's absolute ruler.

"That's all I ask. I might not want your tongue on My cunt but I'd be willing to experiment with chaining you up and flogging you."

Dove nodded, then said, "I should probably get back to work."

Jen waved and, after Dove turned around to walk back into the store, her new boots clacking on the floor, altered how physics worked around the woman's chest and butt so that they jiggled substantially more without causing Dove any physiological issues. She knew that was something which others would appreciate.

"Jen... what was that." Amanda was still obviously weak from the exertion Jen had put her through, but she wasn't panting any more.

"As I said, that was an orgasm from God."

"You... really are God."

"Yep. Heard a voice while you were in the bathroom, knew it was true somehow."

"Didn't take You long to start abusing it."

"Nope. Sit up straight, by the way, don't cover up." Amanda managed to haul herself upright on the comfortable bench, though she was embarrassed to see that the cushions were stained by the juices that had continued to leak from her gash even after her climax ended.

Amanda spotted Dove goosing one of her coworkers and instantly knew it was something Jen had done. "I didn't realize you were into women like that."

"I'm not, well, I think I'm not," Jen said. Even in the short time that She'd been God, Jen was already starting to question Her own sexuality as She came to intimately understand what it was about women that others found sexually attractive, simply because She couldn't not know. "But I do know what she and her girlfriend would find attractive, so that's what I changed her to be."

"Well, regardless of all that, could you at least let me wear some clothes again?" Amanda asked.

"Hmm. I don't think God and Her friend should have anything to be ashamed about when it comes to their bodies, but all right, I can do something about that. Not promising to put on any clothes Myself, though."

"I guess You can do whatever You want," Amanda conceded, "I'd just like not to have my tits and my pussy out for all the world to see."

Jen clicked Her fingers again and teleported them into the lingerie store where Dove worked. She chuckled a bit as She realized that She'd made the dominatrix so curvy that the store didn't stock anything that would fit her. Not that it mattered in Dove's particular case, of course, since all she wore, and all she wanted to wear, thanks to Jen's mental adjustments, were fetish outfits of which her closet was very full, but it still did look odd that the store would employ someone who couldn't wear their clothing.

So Jen snapped Her fingers again and the store changed. It no longer offered lingerie for anyone sized as She and Amanda were; rather it catered to anyone with generously large assets. Jen made sure that it would have lingerie not only for women shaped like Dove, with breasts and ass that looked, She admitted to Herself, disproportionately large given the thin waist between them, but also to anyone with more of a belly that still wanted to wear something in which they could feel sexy. Another click of Her fingers gave all the employees bodies that would be perfect for modeling the various clothing lines, and changed store policy to permit them to do that.

"Why are we here?" Amanda asked. "All these bras are too big for me now, or for You, for that matter." Then she narrowed her eyes. "Oh, You just changed that, didn't You."

"Yup," Jen affirmed. She waved a hand and made a selection of bras float over to Her, then with another thought made them all even larger. "It's unfair that women with huge boobs shouldn't be able to get sexy underthings. Why should that sort of thing only cater to women shaped like us?"

It was still the case that most lingerie catered to women who were more modestly proportioned, so Jen didn't feel bad about changing one store not to stock items in those sizes. She made a further change so that any woman who walked in would immediately find herself with a body suited to the clothing the store offered, even if she had come in only out of curiosity. The deity also made sure that the clothes could be offered at an affordable price, which She knew was often an issue for people with large bodies.

Amanda watched with some curiosity as the other customers, and the employees, changed further under Jen's irresistible will.

"Why aren't we changing?" she asked.

"Oh, I'll be changing you, and Me of course, I'm just planning to do that special. Figured I'd give you some eye candy first, though." Jen had already been pretty sure that Amanda was pan and Her new omnipotence had let Her confirm that. It also confirmed that, yes, Amanda had occasionally masturbated to the thought of having Jen's head between her legs, but Jen didn't begrudge Her friend that. She'd always respected Jen enough not to act on her attraction.

"I'm not saying I dislike seeing this much skin, but You have excluded me from whatever it is You're doing to make this seem normal to everyone else," Amanda pointed out. "And frankly I'm not one much for the sort of fetish art where the women have busts bigger than their heads."

"Don't worry, I'm not getting rid of small chests and tight asses, I'm just expanding the horizon of the possible." The bras Jen had been considering floated back onto the shelves. "But are you saying you're not even a little bit curious what it might be like to have a body like that?"

"Just seems awkward and like they'd get in the way." Jen just shrugged and gestured toward Dove, whom She'd grown even more in order to keep her being the largest in the store. The dominatrix was efficiently ringing up a customer despite being so tall the counter didn't even come up to her crotch, with an ass that couldn't fit in a loveseat and breasts so big that they took up most of the space around the register--but somehow, thanks to Jen's divine intervention, that didn't impair her ability to do her job at all. Jen gestured again at a shelf display showing clothes that would fit someone with curves as big as Dove's.

"I did find some fetish stories, though," Amanda noted, "and frankly this is like the sort of thing that would be written by some straight dude who's too aroused to think through the implications of having women with asses the size of trucks walking around."

"Oh, that's probably exactly what this is," Jen said. "Step one, straight chick becomes God, step two, She gives a bunch of women absurdly curvy bodies without even thinking about guys, all while speedrunning Her way to bisexuality within half an hour of gaining omnipotence? Come on, it's either that or a similarly horny lesbian, but at least a gay woman would know how awkward it would be to have boobs that big, even if She wrote in all that stuff I just did about making it magically not awkward. No way this is actually real or anything, that's for sure."

"Wait, you're bi now?"

"I promise you that if I ever do decide to munch a little carpet, yours'll be the first one I try. And I won't let anyone else between My legs before you've had a taste of Godly cunt. If I'm becoming bi." Jen did realize as She spoke that She'd just promised not to let any prospective boyfriend She might have eat Her out until she'd allowed Amanda to do it, but on reflection She was okay with that.

"All right. Thanks, I guess? So what now, then?"

"Well, now we ditch these bodies for something more fitting for God and Her best friend. Let's just find some place a bit more private than the store floor."

Jen walked over to the fitting rooms only to find them all occupied. Using Her absolute clairvoyance to see who was in each of them, She gestured at one after a moment and a bright, blinding light erupted around the door.

Amanda tried her damnedest to blink away the afterimage. "What was that?"

"Oh, that was a lesbian couple in there. I sent them to Heaven."

"You killed them?" The alarm in Amanda's voice was obvious.

"Well, I guess you could look at it that way. They are dead. But frankly, they are going to be a lot happier this way. Both of them had really homophobic families that would've disowned them the moment their relationship came out. Whereas in Heaven they get to be together forever and have orgies with as many hot angels, and other dead people, as they want." Jen focused for a moment. "Yeah, they're already in a foursome with a pair of angels and trust Me, they've already had more happiness in the last few seconds than they had their entire lives down here, having to listen to their parents rant on about how God hates gays and all that shit. I don't, and My predecessor didn't, and His predecessor didn't either. Not saying that there's never been a homophobic God but there sure hasn't been one for a while. And yeah, all the assholes who claimed to speak for Us and just made up crap about what We thought, they all go to Hell."

"See, that sounded like an author using You to rant about some pet issue of theirs."

"Well, maybe, but said hypothetical author also gave Me those as My honest views, so I would've said it anyway."

"Anyway, now there's an empty fitting room. Gonna blink over some clothes so we can try them on?"

"We're not gonna be fitting clothes, we're gonna be fitting new bodies. Well, I am, and You're just gonna have to like what I give you."

"Because You'll make me like it."

"Because I'll make you like it," Jen agreed. "But don't worry. I'll make you like that I've made you like it."