The bedroom of heaven

(Originally posted by FrauMannelig)

The fan was a teenage boy, Aiden, age 18, who loved to sing along with Jason's songs. That piqued Jason's curiosity, since he wrote his songs for a female audience only. He then discovered that Aiden was unconsciously wishing to be a girl - but even Aiden had never realized that, making it the most secret wish of the boy.

This discovery made Jason think about the matter of non-straight people. Of course, he had no problems with his harem girls who were even now making out with each-other in the many other corners of his infinitely large bedroom in the realm of heaven.

They were all bi, and Jason had no problem even with lesbians (of course, all lesbians of the world would all eagerly make love to him when he willed them to). And he also had no problems with gays, as this meant that they didn't hog all of his girls, so he got more action himself. (Plus, most gays didn't listen to his music anyway, so he was usually not bothered with their worship and prayer.)

But a boy desiring to be a girl - or a girl desiring to be a boy - such weird stuff had never really occurred to Jason. With a snap of his fingers, he teleported Aiden straight out of his bath tub (where the boy was singing) onto his bed.

As the foam slowly dripped of Aiden, Jason willed the foam to stay rigid, like a form of clothing. He felt a slight bit of attraction to the boy, as well. Jason briefly considered if this made him bi, but he banished that thought from his mind. But still, on a whim, he made it so that Aiden's skin would stay wet from his bath, while not ruining Jason's red silk duvets or the red snake leather blanket.

"Hi Aiden, you're in thy Lord Jason's bedroom." the singer god's voice boomed.

"Wow!" Aiden looked around with large eyes. "I had thought it would be bigger!"

Jason stared at him angrily, then probed the boys mind.

He bit his lips once he realized that besides being infinitely large, his bedroom was indeed pretty drab. Sure, there was a high ceiling, but even a sixty feet high ceiling didn't mean anything on a infinite plane. The fifty emperor-sized beds in many shapes and designs were centered on Jason's position. The rest of the room was empty.

Aiden was right. It was beneath a God to make love in this bedroom. Until now, it had been okay because he simply concentrated on fucking and orgasming. But the scenery wasn't heavenly but sloppy.

With just a thought, Jason created an infinite landscape under an open sky, consisting of softly rolling hills that stretched to the far horizon. He made the floor a lot more flexible than his old thick carpet on hardwood. Now, most of the floor was still suitable for running or standing, but it was no longer hardwood, but more like soft, dry moss, even bouncing below his feet. Other places were even more flexible, to allow him having sex on the ground without getting bruised. The floor material even diversified further, staying in mostly light colors and staying mostly soft, pleasurable surfaces.

On this landscape, he erected beds in all sizes and shapes. Some of them were canopy beds, and a few were even decent, cozy caves nestled into the landscape. Most of the beds were just big rounded pillows however - some bouncy, some more rigid, some like bean bags so that you could shape them any way you wanted, some littered with smaller pillows, blankets and duvets.

Feeling that this looked great, but disturbed by the endless, cloudless, and sunless blue sky, Jason made thin marble pillars grow from the ground. Some of the pillars were as thin as go-go-bars, but usually, they were at least waist-thick or even the size of a decent tree. The pillars all arced up in different angles and curves until they met another pillar to which they connected. At some points in the landscape, the pillars were so abundant that they formed white-ish groves. Other places had only very few marble arcs that spanned huge distances. Some of them even went up for ten miles before gracefully arcing back to the ground.

With a flick of his wrist, Jason caused some pillars to grow curtains, draping them to the ground at some places, while elsewhere they just hang in the air, moving in the constant warm breeze that filled the place.

Aiden stared at the heavenly scenery. A group of three journalists frolicked nearby with two angels on the ground next to a canopy bed. They didn't disturb Jason as the young god wanted to speak with Aiden alone.

Aiden just blinked, whirling around and hopping on the trampoline-like ground he was standing on. "Cooooool." He jumped back and forth, prancing like a ballet dancer. The bathing foam on Aiden's naked, wet body oozed slowly with his motions, occasionally revealing a solid erection.

Aiden's happy moves inspired Jason.