A twenty-year-old man at university

Eric was brushing his teeth before hopping into the shower when a young man about his age appeared in the bathroom mirror, replacing his reflection.

The third-year university student jumped back. "Whoa, what the fuck?" he exclaimed.

"Me, calm down," the other man said, and instantly a sense of ease and peace settled over Eric. At least insofar as the weird image went; he looked nervously at the bathroom door, concerned that one of his housemates would ask him if he was OK.

"Don't worry about them, I've paused time so we can have a little chat, it won't unpause until you step out," the image went on.

"A little chat? What are you talking about? How are you doing this?" Eric was intellectually aware that he should probably be panicking but his voice was steady.

"OK, I'll explain a bit. I'm God, all-powerful, all-knowing, all of that, and I've been God for trillions of years, though really it's only been about a year from your perspective. Anyway, I'm bored of the job, so I'm passing it on, and I figure you're as good a person to inherit it as anyone. You'll be able to do anything you want and nobody will be able to judge you for it, you'll even be able to define morality to be whatever you want it to be, and we've got our own special Heaven for when you decide to retire no matter what you do. Oh, yeah, Heaven and Hell and angels and all that are real and you'll be in charge of deciding who goes where, though you can just dump that on the angels if you want, they'll bitch but you're the boss. If you ask me, they're mostly good for fucking, Amia's a stone-cold fox and her pussy is a perfect cocksleeve. Speaking of, nice dick."

Eric looked down to find that his pajamas had slid down, exposing his junk to the mirror. The mental stillness that had been forced upon him led him to conclude that covering up was unnecessary; if the man in the mirror was telling the truth, he already knew what it looked like, and might even be responsible for baring it in the first place.

"Yep. Oh, yeah, I'm reading your thoughts."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Eric asked.

"Tell you what, have your shower, and once you're done washing yourself your dick will get hard, grow to fifteen inches long--don't worry, you can shrink it afterward, or just make it fit if you prefer--and you'll blast a massive load down the drain. I know you already jerk off there anyway. Then you'll be God."

Eric narrowed his eyes. "This is a joke. I'm hallucinating and none of this is real."

"Luckily for you, it's not. Have fun with omnipotence! Don't do anything I wouldn't do--not that anyone could judge you if you did, and anyway there's almost nothing I wouldn't do, except for things I already know you wouldn't do."

The image in the mirror vanished, leaving Eric with his own reflection. Already shirtless, he stepped out of his pajama bottoms and got into the shower, which he had running pleasantly warm already.

He always made sure to leave enough time to have a decently leisurely shower, and he did nothing different that morning. But once he had rinsed off the soap, he felt a tingling rush from his brain to his crotch and looked down to see that, in fact, his shaft was pulsing erect and getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. His balls were dangling more heavily beneath it, and suddenly he let out a moan as cum erupted from the tip, spraying the far wall and just not stopping, impossible amounts blasting out until even with the shower head still running the liquid in the tub was clearly a mix of water and semen.

The orgasm went on for at least five minutes, but when it finished Eric didn't feel at all exhausted. Instead, he felt more invigorated than he ever had in his life. Touching his dick again, he let out another moan as a huge rope of cum shot out.

"Ugh," he said, looking at the mess that the other man had apparently made him make. "Cleaning this is going to be a pain. Almost makes me wish I was God so that I could just order it to clean itself, yeah..." He trailed off as the entire mess he'd just made slithered down the shower walls and into the drain, and even the accumulated grime of years due to inadequate cleaning collected itself and vanished.

Eric knew he should be feeling something negative from that, but instead he stayed steady on his feet and stepped out of the shower. "Dry me off," he said, looking at his towel. The fabric jumped over as if it had suddenly gained a mind of its own and did exactly what he had ordered.

"Dress me," he went on, pointing at his pajamas. He didn't take his clothes for the day into the bathroom with him, of course; he didn't want them to get damaged by the steam.

The clothes jumped up just as the towel had and slid onto his body, at least after he lifted his legs to allow his bottoms to crawl up them as they appeared to tap impatiently.

His massive cock was, of course, very obviously tenting them, but he thought about its going soft and soon enough he could tell that he had only nine inches of flaccid dick dangling between his legs, which was still much larger than the five-inch erection he had previously sported.

Picking up his phone, he noticed that, in fact, no time had elapsed, and when he pulled up the clock function the seconds counter wasn't moving at all. He reached a hand to the door and after opening it and taking a single step into the hallway, it started moving again.

"Fuck, that guy was telling the truth?" he said to himself.

Eric was no stranger to internet porn, of course; he was a horny twenty-year-old who, while he wasn't a stranger to sex, had only had a few experiences. His university, furthermore, had a policy of housing upper-year undergraduates together regardless of sex or gender, assuming that they were mature enough to treat each other with respect, and having policies in place to provide for significant punishments if anyone seriously misbehaved. Given that tuition was sky-high, just the thought of getting kicked out and losing all that money was enough to deter most anyone from trying anything.

On the other hand, it also meant that for Eric, who had what any porn story would consider the lucky opportunity of living with three reasonably attractive women his age, he was regularly sexually frustrated by the situation. Not that he would've done anything about it, of course; any visible sign that he was lusting after his housemates would've gotten him kicked out. But he had jerked off more than a few times to the thought of getting any of them into bed with him, but since none of them were making a move on him for the same reasons, he wasn't about to try anything with them, either.

But if he really was God, then mortal rules like that were simply no longer his concern. The other man's line about "defining morality" jumped to the forefront of his mind, and he decided that if there were really no consequences for his actions, he might as well try to relieve some of his pent-up horniness. So he thought about making himself exempt from all those rules and having his behaviour he regarded as completely normal and banal, no matter what he did. Then he went downstairs to the small kitchenette to make himself some breakfast.