Fucks one of his housemates, of course

Normally by the time Eric was done in the shower he was alone in the house; all three of the women he lived with had classes that started earlier than his. But this time, thanks to time being paused while he was taking his shower, one of them, Christine, was still around, though clearly about ready to go.

She was slightly above average in looks, though Eric reflected that his unrequited fantasies probably added to his estimation of her beauty.

He looked out the window and thought about stopping time again. A flock of birds in mid-flight froze.

"Hey, Chris," he said as he moved into the kitchenette where she was washing up her bowl.

"Oh, hey, Eric. Don't normally see you down here this early," she remarked.

He shrugged. "Sometimes it happens. You got class soon?"

"Yeah, was just about to head out. I know you like to eat breakfast in peace."

Eric nodded, then decided to test his powers again before taking the plunge. He rewound time just a few seconds.

"Yeah, was just about to head out. I know you like to eat breakfast in peace," Chris said, for the first time from her perspective but repeating herself from his.

"Maybe tomorrow I'll get up earlier, we can eat together," he suggested. He put the notion in her head that she wasn't in a hurry, she could take some time to chat. Given that the universe wasn't moving outside their house, it wasn't even wrong.

"Then you'll be running up against my shower time," Christine pointed out, "and I can't take mine earlier because Linda and Susan need it before me."

"I'm sure we can come to a new arrangement," Eric replied.

"Only if you can convince them to wake up earlier! And frankly I don't want to, either."

"Nah, I was thinking of making it, shall we say, a group activity." His smile turned lecherous and he made no secret of his eyes roaming over her body.

Instead of freaking out, though, Christine pondered the suggestion calmly, giving serious consideration to it. "That could work. I'm not entirely averse to it"--that was something he'd just implanted in her head, of course, finding his old morality already melting away in the face of being able to decide what morality was--"but Lin and Sue would have to agree as well, of course."

"Of course," he agreed, though he'd already ensured that they would, too. A thought from him expanded the small space into one suitable for four people to stand comfortably. Another thought made his housemates pansexual and not just open but eager for sexual activity with him and each other.

He let his cock swell again and made Chris's eyes flick downward briefly, enough so that she'd see it.

"Oh!" she said. "Do you want some help taking care of that?" she offered, licking her lips, Eric using his powers to create a typical porn scenario.

"Well, if you're offering," he said. "Though I should warn you, it's magic. When I blow my load in your holes you'll have a huge orgasm. You might want to strip off to avoid ruining your clothes."

"That sounds like a good idea," she agreed, accepting his claim without question. "I was going to use my mouth, but if I'm going to be naked, you could have my cunt or my ass if you'd prefer."

"That's very generous of you," Eric said, holding back a laugh at how easy it was to make her slip into the role. "Just as long as you promise not to report this."

"Why would I do that?" Chris asked, confusion in her voice. "You're horny and need some relief, and I'm the one offering to help. This is entirely consensual and there's no rule against housemates having consensual sex."

"I guess you're right," the new God said, nodding. "How about you get naked, I'll drop my pants, and take you over the table?"

"Sounds great." Christine efficiently stripped off. Eric thought about making her do a proper striptease, but he was already hard and there would be time enough to do that later. Besides, both Linda and Susan were a little more attractive than Chris, so if he was going to have any of them do that, it would be one of them.

Which didn't mean he didn't take the time to admire her body in her underclothes, freezing time entirely after she stepped out of her long skirt, her tank top already strewn on the floor. He hadn't taken her for someone who'd wear pasties, but her breasts weren't very big and she was toned, so he figured she didn't need the support. She wore thong panties, as well, which he nudged to the side to stroke a finger along her slit, using a little magic to get her physically aroused.

He stepped back and unfroze time.

Christine peeled down her panties, feeling the wetness that got on them just from the few moments of their proximity to her dripping twat. "Looks like it's ready for your dick!" she joked, as if the prospect of fucking her housemate was something entirely blasé and nothing to take all that seriously. "Oh, will you want to play with my nipples while you pound me? They're pretty sensitive."

"If you want me to play with them," Eric offered.

"Well, yeah. I can get off just from that. Though don't neglect my other parts"--Eric altered her personal care habits and started in on changing her body--"I give myself an enema regularly to make it nicer to play with my butt, and my clit is pretty prominent so even a guy should have no trouble finding it." Eric chuckled mentally. If there was one stereotype of the horny dude without much sexual experience that he'd never lived down to, it was the inability to find his partner's clitoris. Though he wasn't very good at knowing what to do with it, so the fact that he could locate it had never translated into giving his partners an especially great experience anyway.

Christine walked over to the small dining table that would have just enough space for the four of them to eat together if they really wanted to, though usually they each ate in their own rooms at their computers, and bent herself over it at the waist. Eric dropped his pajama bottoms, growing his cock a little more so that it was a full eighteen inches from base to tip, and as thick around as his forearm.

"Holy shit, that's big," Christine said as Eric let her see it. Her invocation of "Holy" sent a tingle through him, demonstrating to him that he wasn't merely all-powerful somehow, he was very likely truly divine. "Uh, how much of that will you actually be able to get in? And it'll stretch me out being that thick..."

"Don't worry, it'll go in no problem," the new God assured her, altering his tool to fit perfectly into any hole.

"Oh, that's good."

Eric walked back to stand behind her, teasing her slit with his tip while kneading her ass. "Don't have much to speak of up top or behind, do you," he observed.

"Never had much, no," Christine agreed. "But I'm happy with it. The sensitivity more than makes up for it."

Eric plunged in.

"Oh, fuck," Chris breathed as Eric sheathed himself in one stroke. "Fuck, that feels good. God"--Eric felt that--"if I'd known your dick was this good I'd have broached the subject of fucking you already."

"If I'd known your pussy felt this good I'd have been trying to get under your skirt, too," Eric returned.

"Guess we both didn't know what we were missing," Christine said around pants as Eric plunged in and out in a smooth rhythm.

Eric pumped growth into Christine's ass as he fucked her, demanding that it billow out, that her hips widen, that her thighs thicken. He liked porn models who were ridiculously curvy, so he didn't stop until her butt was big enough to overhang any regular chair and take up at least a cushion and a half on their couch.

He gave it a good smack, watching it jiggle both from that and the force of his thrusts.

"Did you do something to my butt?" Christine asked. "Feels different."

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with," Eric said, moving on around her body to her clit. It was prominent, just as he'd made it, and even if he hadn't he knew he'd have been able to find it even without his new powers--honestly, how hard could it be, just look at any anatomy diagram--and he made it a little bigger, a little more sensitive. He rubbed it and Christine shuddered in orgasm again.

"You really know how to please a woman," she said once she came down from that.

"I do my best," Eric replied, buffing her musculature and making her flat brown hair thicken and gain volume while growing down to her new shelf of an ass. Then he reached under her torso to take hold of her dangling boobs, his fingers playing with the nipples he had no need to make more sensitive.

"I was wondering when you would get to those, God that feels good." Eric shot a spurt of precum as Christine invoked his new title again, and quickly blanked his sperm retroactively, not wanting to deal with such complications. He started feeding growth into her chest, giving his partner a rack that would make any big-bust model jealous.

Thanks to the new muscles he'd given her, though, Chris didn't much feel the weight as her tits ballooned, just moaning and panting in pleasure as Eric made it build up within her. He didn't stop at head-sized boobs, nor seen-from-behind boobs, or even torso-dominating tits; he went all the way to lap-filling, making them larger than any model had achieved through surgery and implants and the like, and they were entirely natural. Well, as natural as "God rewrote the universe to give you these" could be, but given that he defined what was natural he figured it counted.

"I'm about to cum!" he said, letting himself reach orgasm after bringing Christine to at least five with his hands alone. Once he was done with her chest he'd moved back to play with her asshole, which he had made as sensitive as her nipples, and brought her to another few climaxes that way. "You want me to pull out?" he asked, but placed the answer in Christine's mind already.

"No, it's fine, I'm on the pill," she said. Eric knew that the news story from about a year ago of all STIs being suddenly eradicated was due to the actions of the previous God, and it wasn't anything he was going to interfere with. Pill-based contraception had suddenly become perfect at the same time, as well; he'd just forgotten that in his brief panic when he'd shot pre into the woman. There were pills for both men and women, at that, though he hadn't looked into it for himself. He'd never minded using a condom (which had also become perfect). There were even fertility treatments that guaranteed pregnancy for anyone who wanted that, instead, and going through it had become painless and easy. All the work of the man who'd passed his divinity to Eric.

"Ugh, fuck!" he moaned, huge ropes of jizz once again blasting out of his dick, though instead of hitting the shower wall they were hitting Christine's vaginal walls, instead.

"OH, FUCK, GOD!" Christine screamed. Her use of his title made Eric climax even harder, stuffing her full of seed.

Eric kept their orgasms going for fifteen minutes of subjective time. He knew that the previous God had enjoyed making them last even longer and tended to hand them out like candy, at one point even causing every sapient adult in the universe to orgasm for an entire week, though that was in the timeline that had been set aside in favour of his passing his powers only a year after getting them.

Once he finally let their climaxes subside, Christine used her mouth and a tissue to clean his cock. Of course, he took the opportunity to blow a few loads down her throat as she did, which she swallowed happily. Refractory periods had been abolished over the previous year, as well, and even if they hadn't his Godhood would have allowed him to eliminate his anyway.

Chris stood up and looked down at her new body, at least until Eric created a mirror which she used, not questioning its sudden appearance. "Looks like I'll need a new wardrobe," she commented, Eric's powers making her unconcerned with the fact that her body was curvier than any porn star's. "At least these aren't giving me any problems," she went on, hefting her new titanic bust.

Eric shrugged. "Why not just show it off?" he suggested. He didn't make public nudity legal generally, but he gave her an exemption from public decency laws, which she'd need given that he'd made her so sensitive while they fucked that she was on a hair trigger. "You've got a rocking bod, why hide it?"

"Well, I'll still want pasties and panties," Christine said. "And some of my shirts and skirts are special collector's stuff, and they won't fit any more." Eric waved a hand and fixed those problems. "But you're right, it's a nice day today, so I think I'll show it off."

Christine tried to reach around her bust but could only just barely get to her nipples, enough to stimulate them but not enough to put on her pasties. "Good thing you suggested we shower together, I'll need someone's help getting dressed," she remarked.

She slid on her panties, wedging them between her ass cheeks and her prominent pussy lips, as Eric applied the nipple adornments.

"For some definition of 'dressed', anyway," he said with a chuckle.

"Hey, this is dressed for a woman built like me. Saw it on the news this morning, anyone curvy enough can just go naked." Eric couldn't actually alter anything directly in the time before he became God, but his predecessor was more than willing to help him out from Heaven.

"How fortunate." The new God pointed at her feet, and then her shoes, making Chris prefer eight-inch heels at a minimum, but she'd have no problem in any footwear she chose.

"Anyway," she said, "I really do have to get to class." She didn't question how at least twenty minutes had elapsed despite knowing that she'd have to leave within five to make it on time. "Fuck you later?"

"Wouldn't miss a chance to stick my cock in your fat ass," Eric agreed.

Once she had left, Eric waved his hand, cleaning up the mess they'd left--including the milk that had sprayed from Christine's tits which he'd again used retroactive reality alteration to make lactate permanently starting when he first touched her nipples--and made the mirror vanish. A plate of perfectly cooked bacon, eggs and toast appeared on the table and he took his time eating it, manipulating the clock once again so that he'd finish right about when he'd have to start getting ready to head out himself.

Teleporting himself back up to his room after making his created plate and cutlery vanish back to the nothingness from which he'd pulled them, he again made his clothes dance over to him and levitated so that they could slide onto his body easily. Then he blinked back down to the door, opened it telekinetically, stepped out, and closed and locked it behind him without ever needing to reach for his key.

He had just enough time to walk to his first class at a comfortable but brisk pace while also having a little Godly fun with anyone he passed.

Life was going to be very good for him, he knew.