Stop a hurricane

Soaring through the sky, you relished in the omnipotence you just acquired a few days ago. After the press conference you knew the whole world be consumed in talk of the new hero that appeared out of nowhere and declared himself the Protector of Earth. You read the minds of many world leaders all at once at saw that they were trying anything to find out more about the new superhero, with a focus on finding your base of operations. Since you hadn't created a base yet, you decided that would be a fitting thing to do.

You flew out into space and around the Earth until you saw the moon in the distance. The moon began to vibrate as a massive palace rose from the ground out of the barren rock. It included everything a superhero could need. Massive computers that monitored the entire planet, a meeting room in case you decided host some world leaders or create a superhero team, and every comfort in existence to make sure this palace was truly fit for a god.

You teleported yourself into the control room and sat on a floating throne surrounded by monitors all showing different situations happening across the globe. You focused in on one particular screen showing a weather report about a category 5 hurricane approaching the Caribbean. The meteorologist said it was sure to do record damage and would be the deadliest hurricane in history.

You willed yourself to appear just off the coast of the first island the record storm was about to hit. Many people on the island could see the sparkling hero floating in the air and all the others could sense your powerful presence. You flexed your godly muscles for all those watching as the hurricane approached.

Once you felt the winds envelop your body, you made a fist, cocked your arm back, and punched the hurricane back into the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. This show of strength excited you as you felt your cock come to life in your supersuit. Flying out to the still swirling storm, you willed your god-cock free and it instantly hardened.

You flew above the storm and saw that the eye of the hurricane was about 2 miles wide. You then willed your cock to grow until it fit the eye of the storm perfectly. Positioning yourself above the hurricane, you thrust your cock into the storm as the powerful winds caressed your omnipotent tool. You began pounding the eye of the hurricane as you willed your cock to grow even more. It became thicker and longer, quickly reaching the ocean floor and stretching the record-breaking storm out of existence as you came into the water below.