Through sex

Ah yes, the medium of fleshly pleasures! Celebrated and age-old, but requires incredible amounts of influence to modify for artistic endeavors. Thankfully you happen to possess just that.

You instantly transform yourself in the minds of man to reflect your will: you want to be known as the most prestigious 'carnal artist', a revered innovator of numerous entire fields of 'sexpertiese'.

As your first work of art, you wish to highlight the importance of cultural importance in relation to sexual stimulus offered by the brain, by at first cleansing the sexual habits of every living thing. In other words, previously-known sexual positions, sex organs, fetishes and cultural customs relating to them are rendered null.

By this change, humans and animals are henceforth terribly shy and cautious. Simply looking at a member of your species in the eyes will result in a pregnancy, so many people choose to wear blindfolds constantly. Speaking plesantries? Worse than furry bukkake. And the most depraved debauchery in all of the world is holding hands.

However, the concept of forbidden fruit never wanes. Despite the lack of any actual stimulation, humans are perfectly capable of experiencing lust and passion to the highest degrees as they once could.

With all of this in mind, you decide to seek out a lonely woman, sitting at a lush Alpine meadow, eating her required daily rations.

Sophie: "Hello there."

Maria: "Whoa! You scared me there... That almost sounded like a, a... 'pleasantry', hahaa..."

Sophie: "Maria, I am Sophie, the Goddess of this universe. I embody life and ****, and govern all the laws of reality and nature."

Maria: "I can only agree. Your presence is very notable."

Sophie: "And today, I will introduce you to sex."

Maria: "Hey, I know my birds and bees, uh, your Grace. If you so wish, I'm ready to take the big step and- and allow you to impregnate me with your heavenly gaze."

Sophie: "Nothing so pedestrian, I'm afraid, hm-hm!"

Maria: "Y-you're not one of those, t-those 'pleasantry'-speaking types, are you? I'm a bit of a... I don't really swing that way."

Sophie: "Oh by no means... I think we'll be easing into this with some double penetration, and then see where the night takes us."

Maria: "D-double penetration!? Oh mercy me, I'm not sure I'd be comfortable looking at you with both eyes..."

Sophie: "Ascend, mortal!"

Maria feels godly power enter her. Her clothes fly off like dry leaves in the gusty autumn wind, her blindfold lastly. The vacant spot of smooth skin between her legs receives its rightful form: a deep, muscular, pulsing and dripping cunt carves its way into existence. Her newly-formed nipples burst with incredibly sensuous nerves. Among her kin she could be a fertility Goddess, but you still see her as a plain human.

Maria: "Huh- hu- ah! AUGH! UAAAGH! Ah! Ah! AAAAARH!"

Her brain is gathering stimulation which it can't process. Unable to remember her past life in which sex was copious and free, she swirls in herself. She is but a stranger in this land for which she is wildly unprepared for. But your offering seems enticing and somehow gentle, albeit grandiose in its breadth.

The 're-formation' is now complete. Maria is a fully-functioning, absolutely normal human, but ingrained with an extremely prudish culture. As you approach and touch her skin, she recoils with terror, still forcibly holding her eyes closed.

Sophie: "Open your eyes Maria, and take me in."

Your request is an order for all reality to follow, and so Maria joins gazes with you. Nearly hyperventilating with this novel experience, she cums almost instantly. The feeling of it is very novel, but in every good sense of the expression.

Having already shown her the edge of this world of sexuality, you're no less than a goddess in her eyes. Maria wants more, so you take a quick peek into her fledging kinks to get ideas. She loves how brash and assertive you are, so you decide to act accordingly.

As promised, the first order of business is growing yourself some extra leverage genitalia-wise. In only a few seconds, two immodestly sized futa dicks tailor-made to suit Maria adorn your otherwise pure and divine visage. Not needing to bother inserting them properly, your infinite power allows you to ram them straight into Maria's two reseptacles, through her skin.

The nerves in her sex were alit with joyous merriment merely from existing. Now getting actual usage, they're unable to respond to the received stimulus accordingly - their only option is to send out a white noise-like notion of an overstimulus. Recognizing this, you decide to amp up her pleasure centers, allowing her to feel the full bulk of your thrusts and kisses.

This if anything is an artform: just fucking around with the idea of physical pleasure, sex and its cultural implications. As a result you've created an almost normal human who can nevertheless be brought to an orgasmic release simply by looking her in the eyes.

You decide that this is nowhere near as saucy as you'd like. You begin to make more alterations to yourself: growing a third gargantuan penis to massage Maria's abs with, turning your saliva into semen, enchanting both of your hands so that they'll turn anything they touch into erogenous zones.

Your skillful hands douse Maria's very being with pleasure, sculpting her into a human artwork. You can sense her nearing release. At just one ten thousandth of a second before the stimulation of her orgasm is due to reach her brains, you stop time.

Sophie: "Now that's a work of art in its own right."

Maria, the former extremist in prudism, has allowed herself to be nearly pulled apart from the seams by throes of sexual release. Her head is jerked back, her white teeth shining from under her helpless o-face. Her hands, which had never before touched the skin of another human, are contorted with hints of a tight grip on your heavenly curves. Her insides are flung open, seemingly still tightly hugging the perfect imprints of your two superhuman rods.

You're very proud of yourself. Your first work as a carnal artist, and it's a masterpiece!

With a flick of a finger, you lug her time-stopped body off to a little place which you prepared earlier: an art gallery. Here you present all of your works - those which you've created so far and those which you will create in the future. Mostly it consists of men and women suspended in time. After the end of this 'sexhibition', which only lasts for a few weeks, these people will regain life and be allowed to orgasm.

If you keep doing these exhibitions, your repertoire will eventually match your notoriety!

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