I Was A Teenage Sex God

I Was a Teenage Sex Godby Lou Bealy

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“I’m going to go exploring, I’ll see you later.” I called out to my mom as I walked to the trail. I had been waiting to get out to the woods for a while. Being a city boy, I didn’t have the opportunity very often. We used to go camping more when I was a kid, but everyone was too busy these days. This was our first trip in at least a couple years. I wanted to make the most of it.

Whenever I went out exploring, I always liked to imagine I was searching through ancient magical caves, or hidden faerie groves or any number of fantastical things. At least I did when I was younger. At this point, I was basically an adult and didn’t really indulge in such fantasies. It was still peaceful, though.

I found a good tree with low branches to climb. I loved climbing trees when I was younger, and I had always been good at it. In a flash, I was halfway up the tree. I was out of practice, but I was bigger and stronger than ever. I pulled myself up with the ease that I would have loved when I was a kid. I had always avoided any kind of organized sports because I was lazy, but I was five nine and about one hundred and seventy-five pounds. I wasn’t athletic, but I was strong.

I sat up in the tree, just relaxing and daydreaming. I looked across the pristine wilderness landscape, in awe of the natural beauty. I sat in that tree and contemplated my life. I knew school would be over the following year and my whole life was ahead of me. This was basically my last summer as a kid.

I thought about my dad and wondered what he was up to. Years ago he had been caught cheating by mom and she threw him out of the house. He left the state to go shack up with his new girlfriend and that was the last we had heard of him. I wondered what he would think of his son, who was about to become a man. Did he even care?

I thought about my mom, and how hardworking she was. How she had basically raised me by herself for the last ten odd years. She had never really taken the time to do anything for herself. She didn't even date. She used up all of her time working as a pediatrician and keeping the house in order. She was a workaholic but was equally devoted to raising me right and having a stable home environment. I have no complaints about my upbringing, I had a great mom and did not want for anything while growing up. Many, many people were not as fortunate as me. I wish I had a dad growing up, but my mom did an amazing job, regardless.

I thought about how lucky I was to have her and my aunt. I was really close with my Aunt Anita, who had always been there to help watch over me and take care of me while mom was busy working. She and my mom were close growing up, and even closer as adults. My mom’s main social life was hanging with her sister and her sister’s friends.

Maybe that was why I was more of an introvert and didn’t really have any close friends. My mom didn’t really have any either. We both would rather be at home with our nose in a book, or on a trail looking at the stars than go to a social event.

Maybe that’s why we got along so well. Even during my teenage years, we hardly fought. I mean, of course, we fought, but I was a pretty good kid and I got good grades (because I was smart, not because I applied myself). Now, with the end of high school close and college looming, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to leave the state, stay, or what. The whole world was ahead of me.

As I daydreamed and contemplated life, I noticed something strange. I heard what sounded like a voice, whispering to me. I looked around, suddenly alert, but I didn’t see anything.

The voice called again. This time I thought I could just barely make out words. “...not much time…” it wailed, sounding almost like the wind. Was I dreaming? Was I imagining it?

There was no one around here. I was thirty or forty feet up in a tree. If anyone had approached I would have seen or heard them, I thought. This sounded too close too, almost like a whisper…

I thought I was probably imagining things, but then I heard it again. This time, it was louder, and I heard it say my name.

“Christopher…” I heard it whisper, it sounded closer, too. Then there was a sort of flash of memory. I instantly knew that this area was once a sacred religious site. At first, I thought perhaps I remembered something about it from school. Then I saw actual images in my head.

I was standing in the middle of a grove. It looked like people giving offerings to a shrine. It was covered in animal carcasses, arrowheads, and other small gifts. The shrine itself had a wood carving in the image of a human figure, with a large belly and breasts, but also a large phallus. It was obviously some kind of fertility god. I saw a crowd of naked people engaging in a frantic orgy all around the shrine.

Then I saw that same shrine, falling into disrepair. There were fewer and fewer offerings, and the orgies grew smaller and less frequent. It seemed to slowly rot and fade away in front of my eyes. Before long, the shrine was gone, and I just saw the empty grove.

Then I snapped out of it. I was suddenly back in the tree and disoriented. The sudden jolt sent me sliding off of the large branch I had been sitting on. I tried to grab the branch as I fell off, but I missed it by an inch. I didn’t even have time to react and didn’t make a sound as I fell from the tree.

* * *

I found myself standing in the same empty grove I saw in my vision. As I looked around at the basic landmarks, some distinctive rocks, and noted the distance to the mountains, I realized that it must be the same area that I had found the climbing tree in. But now the tree looked like barely a sapling.

At the center of a clearing, was a large group of natives. They were naked, piled up on each other around a great bonfire, engaging in some kind of ritualistic orgy. There were dozens of them, entangled in each other’s bodies, moaning and crying out in pleasure. At the head of them, looking over the whole proceedings, was a crudely carved wooden statue. I immediately recognized it as the same idol I had imagined before I fell.

“This was my home.” said the same voice, now coming from all around me. I couldn’t place whether it was a male or a female voice.

“What a bizarre dream…” I said, shaking my head as I looked around the empty grove.

“I’m sorry that I startled you. I was trying to make you understand. Show you why I need you.” said the strange disembodied voice. It was beautiful but strange. I couldn’t see whatever was talking, but the voice conveyed a tangible sense of calm and grace, despite the cacophony of sounds coming from the orgy.

“Okay, I'll play along.” I was sure I was dreaming. “You need me to worship you or something? You're some kind of orphan god with no worshippers anymore. Is that about right?” I asked smugly.

“You do understand, then.” the voice replied.

“I understand that this is a weird dream right out of a fantasy novel. Or maybe an episode of Star Trek.” I chuckled to myself. “Even if I was awake and believed in gods, I probably wouldn’t want to worship you.”

“I am far too weak now for one person’s worship to save me.” the voice said, with the save even tone it had been speaking.

“Man, this dream is getting depressing.” I laughed. “I have to witness a god dying? And listen to it complain?”

“This is a dream. And it is also real.” the voice echoed all around me. The grove faded away, and I was standing in a totally dark void of nothing.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I laughed nervously. I thought that at this point, this dream couldn’t get stranger.

“There isn’t much time.” the voice replied. “You fell from the tree and were hurt quite badly.” said the voice. It was much louder now, and I could feel it vibrating through my body.

I looked down and saw that my body was glowing. More specifically, there was a bright light seemingly inside my chest. As the voice spoke, the light would flicker.

“I don’t understand.” I said, now starting to worry. I did remember falling after I thought about it.

“You were severely injured. It is regrettable, and it was not my intent, but I believe it was my interference that caused it.” the voice said, its words glowed and reverberated through my body. “If you join with me, you will be able to heal yourself.”

“Join with you? What are you talking about?” I shouted into the void.

“I told you, I am far too weak to survive much longer. What was once a great bonfire is now merely a handful of smoldering embers, about to go out for good.” the dying god’s voice never wavered as it spoke. I was no longer hearing its words, I was feeling them in my whole body. “But within you, those embers might burn long enough for you to find worshippers and with their devotion, stoke the flames once more.” the voice took on a proud, triumphant aspect. “Once we join, you will be a fledgling god!” I felt something surge through me.

It only lasted a moment, but at that moment, I could see a million things at once. I could smell a million smells, and feel a million feelings. I was connected to a whole universe of sensation and stimulus for a fraction of a second, and it was completely overwhelming. As I came out of it, I couldn’t retain any of it. Like waking up from a dream but not knowing what it was about.

“Wait, stop!” I yelled, disoriented.

The voice continued, unabated. “You will need to attract worshippers if you are to survive and thrive. My embers will only last a short while inside you without worship. Though I doubt you will have a problem with it. I certainly didn’t when I first ascended.”

“This is all happening too fast!” my head was practically spinning. “I don’t know if I can do that. I don’t want to be worshipped. I just want to be left alone!” I was angry now. Why was this, this entity or whatever it was messing with me?

“I have no choice. I need you. And you need me. ”The voice echoed ominously all around me.

“What do you mean, I need you?” I asked but had my answer before I finished the sentence. I felt a sudden and tremendous pain shoot through my body, as the light inside me faded slightly.

“What the hell was that?” I cried, in agony. “What are you doing to me?”

“I am not doing anything to you. That is your pain.” the voice said, and for the first time, it sounded sad. “I am merely running out of time. I no longer have the strength to keep you in a dream state. ”

“Oh god, it hurts so much!” I bawled. I couldn’t think straight. I had never been in so much pain in my life.

“Your body is severely damaged, possibly a mortal injury. Please, just accept what is left of my power. You will heal yourself.” the voice started to fade away. The light inside me grew dimmer and was almost out.

“How?!” I demanded, now desperate to stop this horrible pain. I would have done anything at that moment. “How do I accept this power?!” I shouted into the void.

“You already have…” the voice and light were gone. And now I was standing in a void, in the throes of agony. The pain began to fade, though. My body began to faintly glow in the darkness. I was filled with a sense of peace and tranquility. I don’t remember anything else after that before I woke up in the hospital.

* * *

I awoke with a start and practically jumped out of bed. I couldn’t since I was still covered in wires and tubes, but I scared the hell out of the nurse who happened to be checking on me. She started yelling at me to stop and get back in bed. Before I knew it, there were orderlies there shoving me back into the bed.

My mother and Aunt were both there, and they looked like they hadn’t slept or showered in days. But they looked very happy to see that I was awake. Once I was back in the bed, they each grabbed a hand and squeezed it. Their bright blue eyes were both looking at me lovingly, clearly thankful that I had made it. The doctors let them stay with me for a short time before they ushered them out so they could do some tests.

It definitely had not been a dream. Given how much equipment I was hooked up to, I must have been hurt really bad in that fall. I felt completely fine, though. Well, except for having tubes down my throat and other places even less pleasant.

When they had finally removed the tube from my mouth, I was able to tell them that I was fine and that the pain was gone. The medical staff were all shocked by my sudden recovery, and they kept me overnight for observation, and to run tests. I got them to remove most of the tubes and machines, but I still had an intravenous drip.

They couldn’t understand what had happened to me. They had no idea how I would suddenly heal all my internal injuries and broken bones. They had no theory as to how someone whom they thought may die, and definitely wouldn’t walk again, would be totally recovered the next day. I knew, though. Or at least I didn’t have another explanation, besides I had joined with a dying entity to become a living god. The idea still seemed ridiculous and fantastical, but I had no other explanation. I obviously didn’t share this conclusion. They would think I was crazy.

And any doubts I may have had were alleviated completely when the pretty blonde nurse checked on me for what seemed like the fifth time in a half hour. I thought it strange, the way she lingered over me, and just stared, as I pretended to sleep.

I had taken note of the cute nurse throughout the day and knew that she was pretty. She was on the short side, with an okay body but a very cute face and bright blue eyes, which were a similar color to me and my mom’s eyes. Her hair was probably long and silky, but she had it pulled into a professional looking bun. I had always loved blonde hair and blue eyes, and the naughty nurse fantasy.

Despite my eyes being closed, I could sense what was happening. Somehow, I knew she was ogling me. I didn’t just guess, I knew. It was like I could feel that she wanted me. I could sense that she was wet and aroused, just staring at me. I knew that she was probably imagining the two of us in all kinds of sexual acts.

After she was convinced I was asleep, she reached between my legs and rested her dainty little hand on my naked crotch. I was only wearing a hospital gown, which gave her easy access. She slowly wrapped her hand around my shaft, and just held it for a moment. I could sense her conflicted desires. She was so horny and entranced that she just had to do this. But she also didn’t want to get caught and lose her job.

She began to slowly stroke the skin of my shaft up and down. The soft skin of her hand felt wonderful rubbing my rapidly growing cock. I did my best to just relax and breath evenly, still pretending to be asleep, and not let the novel pleasure of my first-hand job give away the fact that I was awake, and possibly cut the fun short.

I had been on a few dates and kissed a few girls, but this was something brand new to me. I tried to concentrate on keeping my face neutral, and not react to the first female contact my dick ever had. Her being a cute nurse only made it harder, literally. I had fantasized about this sort of scenario before and seen plenty of porn involving the naughty nurse, but I never would have expected such an outlandish scenario to actually happen to me. It was as unbelievable as being asked by a god whether I wanted to inherit its powers.

But here it was. A hot blonde nurse couldn’t resist the urge to see what my cock looked like erect. Which, as it turns out, isn’t that bad. I was probably not full grown yet, but I was about six inches while fully erect. Well, I was anyway. As I thought for a moment about my dick being “not bad”, and wishing it were bigger, it felt like I was exerting myself. It was almost like flexing a muscle. I felt resistance, but I intuitively pushed past it. As I pushed harder, I felt this intense heat flow through my dick. As it flowed to the tip, it felt like an enormous pressure immediately built up, and began to expand my cock.

The nurse gasped as my cock grew from a respectable six inches to what had to be at least ten inches! I figured that was big enough, and stopped there. My cock was so huge and thick that she could barely get her small fingers around it. She made up for it in enthusiasm, though. She had the biggest grin on her face while watching her hands glide up and down the length of my erect cock.

The nurse continued to stroke my shaft, now using both hands to slide the skin up and down. She moaned softly in response to the precum that began to leak from the pee slit. Without hesitation, she wiped her finger across the tip and brought it to her lips, in one motion. Within seconds, I felt her hot breath on my cock as she hovered over it, marveling at its length.

I took the chance, and opened my eyes, figuring that she would be too distracted to notice I was awake. I didn’t need to open my eyes to sense what was happening, or to know what she was about to do, but I wanted to see it with my own eyes. I wanted to see the look on her face and read her name tag.

I was right, in that she was far too engrossed in my impressive manhood to notice me watching her. She had a look of utter amazement on her face, and her name tag said her name was Joy. Her look of amazement slowly faded to one of pure lust.

I could tell what was going through her head. She was wondering how a dick could grow so much from its flaccid state, and how it would feel inside of her. She continued to rub my shaft between her hands as she opened her mouth. I felt the soft wetness of her tongue touch the head of my penis. It danced across the tip more a moment before she wrapped her lips around my cock.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and I gasped in pleasure. At that moment, though, it didn’t matter. She probably figured I would wake up eventually. In fact, she was probably counting on it, at that point. She didn’t stop or even react, but began to bob her head up and down, shoving more and more of my cock into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. She opened her mouth as wide as she could manage, and could barely fit me. Her gag reflex kicked in, and she didn’t even have half my cock in her mouth. She tried a few more times to shove it even deeper, but she couldn’t.

Nurse Joy gave up trying to fit more in her mouth and instead began bobbing faster and faster. Her tongue swirled around the head, making me twitch with pleasure. I lay back to just revel in the new sensations I was experiencing. A real blowjob felt so much better than I had ever imagined. And it was a hot nurse that was doing it.

She moaned onto my cock, cramming more and more of it into her mouth with each bob of her head. Eventually, I hit the back of her throat. Her jaw was as wide open as it could possibly be in order to accommodate my huge thick cock. Her eyes watered from the discomfort and effort of her unsuccessful attempts to shove my cock into her throat.

I couldn’t last long under those circumstances, and I quickly erupted, spraying cum down her throat. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, which had all previously been at my own hand, admittedly. This wasn’t just a powerful orgasm, I realized. I felt like my new power swelled and then erupted too.

“Ah!” I quietly exclaimed as she hungrily drank my cum. She tried to swallow it all, but some of it leaked out of her mouth and dripped down the shaft. She looked up and made eye contact with me, my cock still dripping in her mouth. There was a look of awe and reverence on her face.

She stood up and backed away on uneasy legs. The look of awe was replaced by a bemused sort of amazement on her face like she couldn’t believe what had just happened. I barely could either. We looked at each other, stunned. After a few moments, she wordlessly grabbed some paper towels and cleaned up the mess. She then turned and left without saying a word.

“Thank you, Joy!” I called after her as she left. She paused for just a moment outside the doorway but allowed the door to swing shut before resuming her rounds.

* * *

As the day progressed, and they ran more tests that I knew would be ultimately fruitless, I felt like I had developed more awareness and control of my power. I knew that I could sense the desires of those around me, and it seemed like I could affect them, even without meaning to. The nurse fellating me was a good indicator of that, anyway.

I could also feel my power inside me. It was hard to describe, even to myself. Almost like a warmth coming from my center, a glow that reached my whole body. It was faint, but I knew that it would grow. I closed my eyes and concentrated on this power. It seemed to manifest in a glow, not unlike the glow the god had in my dream. Unlike in my dream, it was not centered in my chest. My whole body had a faint glow about it.

I could see it in the normal lighting of the room, but no one else seemed to react to it at all. I concluded that only I could see it, which was good because they were confused enough with my recovery without me literally glowing in the dark and confounding the situation further.

Later on that day, after they had run more tests and were still baffled, Joy came back to see me again. She was already blushing and had a sheepish look on her face. She couldn’t even maintain eye contact with me. She would glance at me, with that look of awe on her face, and then glance away again. I opened my mouth to greet her, but stopped when I noticed something strange.

I then immediately recognized what it was. The power I had felt growing inside me, I felt a tiny fraction of it in her. It was like it was resonating with the power I felt growing inside myself. I could even see the same glow in her. I felt like a piece of me was inside her. I couldn’t explain it beyond that. I was still new to my powers. Later on, I realized that her taking my seed into her body had created a permanent connection between us. She might not have realized it, but she had already submitted to me and accepted my orders unconditionally. She was my first worshipper, for all intents and purposes.

“Joy, how are you?” I asked.

“You’re getting out today.” she said, almost sounding sad.

“You’re not happy for me?” I teased. She looked shocked for a moment and added: “I’m just teasing, just teasing!” I laughed.

She laughed with me for a moment, but still looked a little upset.

“Joy, you can always visit me after I leave.” I said, soothingly.

“Yeah?” her mood immediately improved. She was finally able to make extended eye contact with me. Her bright blue eyes stared into mine. The power in her flared up.

“Of course.” I whispered, and I leaned out of bed to hook my arm around her. I pulled her to my side. She giggled and let me move her. I could feel more and more power coming from her. I began to wonder what I could do with this power that her devotion was giving me. Then, I noticed, now that my arm was around her, that she was a bit overweight, with a bit of a belly. She didn’t even have that big of breasts, despite being a little overweight.

In an instant, I felt some of my power flow through her body and begin reshaping it. She froze and began moaning softly as her breasts and butt both grew, and her waist shrank and that same time. Her breasts were now so much bigger, that her top was barely containing them. I could feel that her waist was now thin and toned. I tried not to act surprised myself, and pretend that I knew I could do that before I did it.

“You like that? Does it feel good?”

“Mmm…” was her response. She was enraptured by the powerful lust that I was sending through her body.

“And since I am still here for a little while longer,” I whispered. “You can make the most of the time you have here with me, now.”

“Mhmm…” she moaned, staring at my crotch. Her eyes were glassed over, and she was practically panting.

“Go ahead, Joy. We both know what you want” I encouraged. I felt like she was essentially my worshipper now. She was putty in my hands.

Joy blushed but continued to stare at my crotch for a moment longer. I spread my legs and pulled my gown up. My cock in its flaccid state looked much bigger than it had before I had changed it. I looked down and admired my handiwork for a moment myself. I could almost feel the strength, the virility that such a large piece of man meat produced. At least I thought I could. It was getting difficult to sort out these new senses and powers.

“Grab it.” I commanded. My voice had more bass in it than I ever remembered.

She just reached into my gown and grabbed my cock. She held it there and turned to look at me. Her blue eyes were wide open in awe. As I stared into her eyes, she gripped my cock. She gripped it softly but seemed unsure of what to do next.

“Stroke it a bit.” I grabbed her hip and pulled her in closer.

Her hands began moving up and down, sliding my sensitive skin back and forth. After a few moments, a drop of precum leaked from the tip.

“Put it in your mouth.” I uttered softly. I reached my arm up her back and subtly pressed her towards my crotch.

She hesitated for just a moment, seemingly grappling with her desires in conflict with the possible consequences. She knew how wrong and risky it was.

I was about to encourage her further, but I ultimately didn’t have to. She gave in and leaned down toward my crotch. She stuck out her tongue and licked the bead of precum that had formed at the slit.

Then, it was like a switch had been flipped. She immediately shoved my cock in her mouth. It rested on her tongue for a moment, her soft wet tongue caressed the underside, making me twitch with pleasure. I lay back and put my hands behind my head as she began to bob her head up and down. She could barely fit the tip and the first few inches into her mouth, but she made up for it in enthusiasm. To my teen-aged brain, and with my limited experience, it was still amazing.

It was the second-best blow job I had ever had (and the second one ever, of course). The main reason she was underperforming compared to the last time, is that she was only rubbing the skin on my shaft with one hand that she could barely get around my thick member. Her other hand was busy. She had shoved it into her crotch and was pleasuring herself as she bobbed on my cock. She moaned onto my cock, which served to heighten my arousal even more.

I was getting close to orgasm and decided to stop her. I pulled her head off of my cock, and she looked up at me with this disappointed, puppy-dog expression. Her hand didn’t pause its frenetic motion in the crotch of her pants.

“Does the door lock?” I asked, grinning.

She knew where I was going with this and practically ran to the door to lock it. As she ran, her hand incidentally came out from her pants and was visibly wet. She locked the door and ran back to my bed, her face absolutely flushed with arousal, and her eyes wide with awe.

“Take the pants off.” I said, getting used to being in charge, and using my ‘command’ voice.

Without hesitation, she dropped her hospital scrub pants to her ankles, revealing her white granny-panties. There was a dark wet spot right over her pussy. She looked back to me with that same reverent look.

“And the panties.” and they hit the floor before I had even finished speaking. Then she looked back at me again, clearly awaiting more orders. I saw her shiver with anticipation. My own skin was covered in goosebumps, I was so excited.

I inspected her naked lower half and admired my handiwork. Her blonde bush was neatly trimmed. Her ass was large but shapely, just like her wide hips. She had baby-making hips, I decided. Then I concluded that she should get started on that right now.

“Hop up.” I gestured to my crotch.

She slowly climbed onto the bed and then leaned on me as she swung her leg over me. I fondled her enlarged breasts while she was settling into a straddling position across my crotch. My dick was already half-hard and probably 8 inches long. I started grinding my crotch into hers. That seemed to provide enough stimulation to really get her going. She started moaning loud enough for me to cover her mouth with my hand.

“Quiet!” I loud-whispered. “You don’t want to get caught, right?”

She shook her head. She bit her bottom lip as I started grinding again, my cock just about fully erect. It was absolutely huge. It didn’t look right on my relatively small frame. I mean, I wasn’t small but it looked totally incongruous.

I should have a hot body to match. I thought. Within a second, I felt the muscles in my abdomen tighten. I gasped and watched the fat just melt off of my computer nerd body. I felt the stretched tight feeling travel from my core to my extremities. My arms began to grow, both in girth and even in length. I wondered how tall I was. I looked down at my ripped body, pleased with my work.

“I’ve suddenly gone from a muffin top to a stud muffin.” I said to myself, and laughed.

Joy’s moans snapped me out of it, she was still grinding into my crotch. My cock and balls were soaked, her pussy was leaking and she was wiping her girly juices all around. I tapped her legs, motioning for her to move into position. I grabbed the end of my cock and lined it up at her entrance. She lowered herself down onto my cock, which slid into her a few inches before it stopped. I was so long and thick, she had to work it back and forth a number of times, my cock penetrating deeper with each stroke.

“You’re especially fertile now. I can sense it.” I said as she drove my cock deeper and deeper. “You know that you will have to carry my child to term if I get you pregnant. I wouldn’t allow a child of my divine line to be lost, for any reason.” As I finished my sentence, my cock nearly bottomed out inside her.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” she practically yelled.

“Shh!” I urged. A couple more strokes and I was all the way in. Joy’s moans were deeper and louder with each stroke as well, and I again covered her mouth with my hand, shushing her profusely.

“Quiet, woman!” I hissed while beginning to hump her in earnest. She was basically just squatting over me and using the handles on each side of the bed to hold her up. I was driving my cock upwards as fast and as hard as I could. Which as it turned out, was pretty damn hard. My new larger, more athletic body was not even getting tired after what felt like ten minutes straight of solid fucking. Even considering how ripped I was, I should be getting a little tired, I thought. I concluded it was part of my new powers. It did make a lot of sense that a fertility god could fuck all day.

Joy was a whimpering mess, having orgasmed countless times. She had cried uncle three minutes earlier, but I wasn’t satisfied yet. She moaned softly in time with my thrusts, occasionally able to utter some words of encouragement.

“Fuck me…” she groaned.

I picked up speed and pounded her even harder. Not only was my body bigger, stronger, and better looking, but I seemed to have a lot more control over it. I could practically massage her insides with my cock. I felt like I could go for as long as I wanted to, and not orgasm before I was ready to. I eventually had mercy on her and allowed myself to finish inside of her.

It was another intense orgasm, one of the best I had ever had. The pleasure wracked through my body, like a series of waves. I groaned as I shot a huge load into her. She orgasmed at the same time, crying out in pleasure. I didn’t even try to quiet her down, not caring at that point. I squeezed her breast hard as I completely emptied my balls inside her.

I held her there for a few moments and waited for her to catch her breath. She clutched my shoulders and leaned down to kiss me but, I moved my face away. She seemed disappointed but didn’t say anything.

I just felt instinctively that she wasn’t on that level with me. She was my worshipper, not my consort. It was as simple as that. She got the hint and was content to just sit there while my cock shrunk inside her. I noticed the glow of my power inside her had increased somewhat. She was even more locked into my power and divinity than ever, I surmised. She always had a look of utter devotion on her face when she looked at me now.

When she eventually left, I reminded her what I had told her about my offspring. Based on her apparent reverence for me, I didn’t think it was necessary to explain any further, but some part of me wanted to flex this new power I had over her.

“I will know, whatever the outcome. So do not test me.” I warned. She was still giving me that same look of awe, and just nodded along as I spoke. I was satisfied that she was sufficiently under my spell and told her she could leave.

Once she left the room, I was alone for a while to ponder my situation. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like the same guy, just an inch or two taller, and much more muscular. Not obscenely muscular, but it was definitely noticeable how much more fit and toned I was, not to mention the difference in height. I still looked like myself, though. And I wasn’t quite done growing yet, so I could easily justify growing.

* * *

There were a couple more nurses that I was able to use my power on before I was let out of the hospital. This cute little Asian nurse with tiny feet named Nali was making eyes at me the first time I saw her. Maybe she already was thinking about me because she was around when I was still unconscious, I didn’t know. She had big brown eyes and straight dark hair. Probably Vietnamese, I guessed.

I took a chance when she was checking my paperwork. I pulled my gown up and exposed my half hard dick to her.

“Nurse?” I asked in a concerned voice. “Is this normal?” I gestured to my crotch.

“Is what…” she trailed off when she saw my huge cock grow even larger in my hands. It was almost to full size. “Normal?” she finally finished her thought. She continued to stare at my crotch.

“For it to grow so big? I didn’t use to be this big.” I said.

“I uh.” she blushed heavily, but couldn’t look away as I stroked my cock to full hardness. A drop of precum formed at the tip.

“Come here.” I commanded. She walked over to my side. She started to reach out for a moment, but then stopped herself.

“It’s okay.” I soothed. “Go ahead.”

She reached out and grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. Her other hand soon joined the first stroking the length of my shaft. She lasted a few moments before giving in and leaning over to slide my cock into her mouth. She could only get a few inches into her tiny mouth, but her tongue made up for it by swirling all around the tip. She hungrily lapped up the precum that I was dripping.

I didn’t hold off, and let her quickly bring me to orgasm. She was frantic to taste my cum. When I erupted in her mouth, she drank down as much as she could, and the rest dribbled down her chin.

“Thanks.” I said and smiled before rolling over and grabbing the TV remote. I didn’t even want to explain anything to her, the way I had Joy. I knew I was leaving soon anyway. Besides, it was fun to leave her with a little mystery as to why she was so powerless to resist me.

She went to the bathroom to wipe off her face. I could sense that tiny bit of my power in her, just like Joy. I concentrated on it, changing her the way I had changed Joy. This time, it was more subtle. She didn’t even seem to notice. As she walked out of the room, she smiled at me, and her straight black hair became slightly curly. I smiled back, as I watched her breasts expand slightly. I didn’t see her for the rest of my stay.

* * *

I was discharged from the hospital a few hours later. They still hadn’t come to a conclusion as to how I was suddenly completely healthy after such trauma, but they could no longer really keep me. So I went home, and my family was sure glad to see me.

Mom and Aunt Anita had been by my side until I had been miraculously cured. Then mom had left for the night to get some sleep. She looked so much better when she picked me up. She was wearing her typical summer wear. Her trim figure was on display in a tight white tank top, and tiny jean shorts. I realized I was ogling her body and looked up to her smiling face.

I smiled back at her as they wheeled me out to the car. She and Aunt Anita were both there to greet me. They stood next to each other, looking very much alike. Anita was just slightly younger and taller. She was a little more voluptuous as well, whereas my mom was more athletic. They both had blonde hair and blue eyes, which may explain my liking for those features in a woman. Or at least Freud may say so.

“What, no parade?” I chuckled as the hospital staff, including Joy and some kind of paperwork lady, wheeled me over to the car. “I am already on a float.”

Joy laughed and gave me a knowing smile. While my mom was distracted with signing some papers and Aunt Anita was loading up my bag, I reached out and patted Joy’s belly. I returned her knowing look with a stern expression. She nodded in understanding.

The paperwork lady had me sign a few things, and so did my mom, and then I was a free man again. I smiled at Joy, who blushed as she walked back to the hospital. I got in the car and had a big grin on my face as we drove for home. I was definitely excited to try out these new powers of mine in my regular life.

Maybe it was my newly oversexed brain, but I kept dwelling on how hot my mom was, as she drove us home. Those shorts and tank top really showed off her fit body. She had me when she was pretty young, seventeen to be exact, and she was now only in her early thirties. I had never noticed how hot she was before, even when she was wearing that type of clothing a lot, especially in the summer. My mother was an absolute MILF, I realized. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I pulled out my phone and tried to distract myself.

“Your mom won’t say this,” Aunt Anita answered my prayers, but in the worst way. She leaned close to me from behind. “Because she’s just happy that you’re okay. But I will. You almost died, falling out of that tree.”

I looked up in the mirror and saw that her face was contorted with emotion and there were tears welling up in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I-” I started to say, but she cut me off.

“You should be careful! Your mother and I thought you were going to be paralyzed!” she said in a frantic tone. “We were so worried!”

“It’s okay, Anita. Calm down.” my mom interjected. “Like you said, I’m just happy he is okay, mistakes happen.” She glanced at me and smiled.

“I know, Claire. I am too.” She turned back to me and reached around the seat to give me a sort of hug. “It was a miracle that you recovered as you did. An absolute miracle. I just think you should at least acknowledge that.” she said, exposing her true motive. She was always trying to get me to go to church with her, preaching and proselytizing about how important a “higher power” was. “And maybe don’t get in a position to need another miracle!” she sighed.

“You’re not immortal, though you kids usually think you are.”

I smiled. She didn’t know how wrong she was.

* * *

When I got home that day, I went straight to bed and slept for the rest of the day. Maybe it was from exerting myself by changing my body and Joy’s in one day, or maybe it was the healing, the sex, or all of it. Either way, I obviously needed the rest. I slept soundly through the night, my head filled with strange dreams of orgies in ancient caves and groves. I was watching from on high as my people threw festivals and celebrated new beginnings. It was all so strange and yet so familiar at the same time.

l awoke the next day, feeling refreshed. I jumped out of bed, feeling totally refreshed. It took me seeing my reflection in my closet door mirror to recall the crazy events of the last few days. I saw my new muscular build and smiled. I flexed in the mirror and admired my new fit body.

“Christopher! Come down and have some breakfast!” I heard Mom yell from downstairs.

I put on a plain black tee shirt and jeans, and despite my slightly larger frame and bigger muscles, they still fit me. I guess that’s the benefit of wearing baggy clothes. That and hiding my (formerly) overweight body, of course. I looked at my now clothed body in the mirror, and I looked basically how I always had. My new muscles were mostly hidden.

I started down the stairs and then practically ran down the rest of the way when I smelled bacon. I hadn’t realized how famished I was until then. I walked past my mom, who was still making more pancakes and bacon. She was wearing her typical summer wear again, short shorts and a tank top. I stared at her shapely ass while she cooked breakfast. She danced back and forth a little in place as she finished up.

I again deliberately tried to think of something else besides fucking my hot mom. Anything else. I tried concentrating on eating. I gobbled down at least 10 pieces of bacon and a few pancakes before I felt full. I sat for a moment, feeling fat and happy before mom turned around and smiled at me. I couldn’t believe that I had never realized how beautiful she was until the day before. Her glowing smile would melt any man’s heart. And of course, her tight white tank top showed off her nice b-cup breasts, which looked a little big on her slim, athletic body.

“So have you thought about what college you want to go to yet?” she asked, snapping me out of it. I hoped she didn’t notice that I had been checking her out.

“I figured I would take a year off, see what happens. I don’t know what I want to study yet. I don’t know what I want to do with the rest of my life. While I think about it, I could get a job. The mall is right down the street.” I replied, not really having a good answer. I didn’t even know if I was going to college. After all, I just became a god. I may have not even needed college, once my powers matured more. My future had become even more uncertain.

“Well, you’d better figure out what you are doing.” she walked over and sat down across from me at the table. “You’ll never get a nice girl to treat you right if you’re not making something of yourself. Even being as cute as you are won’t cut it forever.”

“I know I know.” I said, chewing on another piece of bacon to distract me from her barely clothed body.

“Do you have any girls in your life, Chris? I never hear you talk about them.” she asked, in a tone that almost seemed hopeful. She smiled “Find any nice girls to suck your dick?” she blurted out, and then immediately looked shocked at her own candor.

“Mom! Really?” I was shocked too. My mom didn’t normally talk like that to me, or to anyone else, for that matter. Not that I had ever seen or heard. She was always a pretty respectful and proper lady.

“Sorry, sorry. You’re right. That was out of line.” She shook her head and quickly stood up to practically run over to the kitchen to start doing dishes. She had a look of shame and bewilderment on her face and was clearly very uncomfortable. Her cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment. I could see her cursing herself under her breath.

Despite how scantily she was dressed (mainly for the heat), she was generally a very prudish woman. She never talked about sex. Ever. She hadn’t even dated as I grew up, being too busy with work and raising me. I knew she still went out from time to time. She had done that a lot more when I was younger and even brought a guy or two back home for the odd one night stand. That hadn’t happened in a long time, though. I had obviously reawakened something in her.

“And no, Mom. I haven’t met any, sadly.” I said as I walked over to put my dish in the sink. I leaned past her, with my crotch right behind her ass. I didn’t know that I was going to do it, until right then when I did it. I couldn’t seem to help myself. She was so hot, and I had sex on the brain. And I knew she was thinking about it. She let out a little gasp as my clothed penis pushed against her ass. I squished her in a little bit and reached around her to set the plate down. She froze in place for a moment but then continued washing the dishes.

“That’s good, honey.” she said dreamily. She was either forgetting her train of thought or revealing her true feelings. I wasn’t sure which.

I could feel her desires. She wanted to get fucked, and badly, which I could tell without my new preternatural senses. I didn’t know if I was having an effect on her and making her more horny than usual, but it seemed likely. It would be a big coincidence that she was all the sudden having a sexual reawakening the same time I had gained the powers of a fertility god. I hadn’t meant for this to happen. I had gotten her all hot and bothered by just being around her. It had happened incidentally, but I wasn’t upset by it either.

I was momentarily tempted to try and change her, the way that I had changed the nurse, but I resisted the urge. The idea of changing my mom against her will was distasteful. And although I found it exciting that my hot mom was getting horny for me, I didn’t quite yet know what, if anything, I would do about it. At the moment, I just contemplated the possibilities.

I turned to leave the room and watched her as I left. Her body gave a little shudder, but she tried to play it cool and didn’t say anything. I paused for a moment, staring at her, relishing in the knowledge that she was soaking her panties because of me. I grinned to myself as I went back upstairs. I was going to get ready to head over to the nearby shopping mall. Ostensibly, I would be looking for a job, but also looking to see what mischief I could get into with my new abilities. I wanted to stretch my legs a bit, really push my new abilities. I grinned at that thought.

* * *

I sat at a bench at the mall and watched people walk by. I had a slush puppy and a pretzel, and I was ready to have some fun. A young couple walked by me, hand in hand. I could feel the lust between them. They looked like teenagers, but I wasn’t sure if I remembered them from school or not. Probably not, if they dressed and looked like this all the time. They would be pretty memorable. They were dressed like goths, with dark clothes and leather. The girl had long dark hair with green streaks, blue eyes, and the typical dark lipstick. The guy was even more outlandish, with a purple mohawk and a face full of piercings.

I followed them for a bit. I watched them get some cookies and drinks while they talked. I could tell that they were on their first date, or maybe their second. There was just that bit of awkwardness, and the little bit of their conversation that I could hear was a lot of the “what do you do” and “what is your favorite X” type questions.

I kept concentrating on them as they walked around the mall. I could feel their desires building. They were clearly into each other. And it was obvious by their body language. They kept laughing at each other’s jokes and had long periods of eye contact. I suspected that my power may be influencing them, but again, it was hard to tell. I pushed with my powers, sending lustful energy their way.

They were both rail thin, and tall. She barely had any breasts to speak of, and neither had an ass. I concentrated on using my power on them. I tried to change her form first, give her bigger boobs and an ass, but I couldn’t seem to make it work. Every time I pushed, my power expanding like a muscle, I could see her respond, gasping or even moaning. I could sense that she was becoming more and more aroused, but I couldn’t seem to change her body’s shape at all.

Nevertheless, the knowledge of how horny I was making her (and probably him too) was driving me wild. I was already rock hard in my pants.

She whispered something in his ear and pulled him into the bathroom. I didn’t need to follow to know what was happening. I was a bit disappointed that I had failed to change their bodies, but I had clearly had some effect on them.

I sat back on a bench and pondered why I wasn’t able to change their physical bodies. It wasn’t due to lack of power, I felt stronger than ever. Eventually, I settled on the conclusion that I needed that connection that I had with the nurse. Whether it was because she took my seed into her, or whether it was more abstract and based on her feelings towards me wasn’t clear. But that seemed to be the missing element.

After a few minutes, I saw the young couple again. They were exiting the bathroom, looking somewhat disheveled. Her make-up was smeared, their formerly perfectly arranged hair was all messed up, and they were both very sweaty.

I was satisfied with the little bit of effect I had on them. I felt like I had exerted myself in trying to change them and succeeding in stoking their lustful desires. I needed to go home and recharge before I tried again.

I also thought about what the next test of my power would be. Obviously, I would have to give another person my seed, to see if I could change them. That thought really excited me, and I felt my cock rock hard cock twitch in my pants. A small bead of precum was likely forming at my tip.

I thought about that the whole way home. I got home and saw my mom sitting there on the couch watching reality TV in her skimpy clothing. Her nice size breasts and thin athletic body were on full display for me to ogle. I slowly walked past her, and she looked up and smiled before turning back to her show. I smiled back and continued on my way to my room.

I had a thought. A devious, taboo thought. What if I tried my theory out on my mom? I smiled, already thinking about ways to get some of my cum inside her. My dick was achingly hard as I pondered this. I needed the release.

I scolded myself, thinking how wrong it would be if I influenced my mom and took advantage of her for my own sexual satisfaction. But was an undeniably hot thought as well. I stroked my huge erect cock, imagining mom begging for my cum. She was begging me to stick my cock in her mouth or pussy and shoot my jizz inside her.

“Aw, fuck. You’re so hot, mom…” I muttered to myself, feeling my orgasm approaching. I didn’t slow down or resist, I needed to cum so badly.

After another moment or two, I felt my orgasm explode in pleasure in every part of my body. I twitched and gasped as I emptied my balls into an old tee shirt. I was distracted by the sound of my mom crying out in the living room. Once I finished, I wiped off and ran to the balcony in front of my room and looked down on my mom in the living room. She was pulling her hand out of her shorts, which had a visible wet spot in the crotch. She was red and breathing hard. I could sense what had just happened, but I didn’t need to. I already could tell just by looking at her.

Apparently, I had been unknowingly reaching out to her as I fantasized. We had both seemingly orgasmed at the same time. I didn’t think it was a coincidence. Amazed, I walked back into my room and sat on my bed. I pondered what had just happened, and its implications for the future.

I decided right then and there that I would flex my new powers right here at home, before seeing what I could do to the world at large. This new lust that had awakened in me had spurned me down this course. I decided I could dispense with my old human morality. What is incest to a god, after all? It was normal within the ancient pantheons of gods, the Greek gods being a prime example. And why should I feel guilty for giving people what they want, which was sex? Everyone wants it. We are always thinking about it. I just nudged it along.

I also could think of this as the ultimate test. I already knew I could easily seduce those around me. I had demonstrated it with the nurse. No, to truly test what I could do, I would need someone who would fundamentally resist the urges I was nourishing in them. My mom was the perfect person to test it on. She was beautiful, sexy, and although she was starved for sex over the last few years, she probably had not prioritized it in any way for most of that time.

Until I changed that. Just my presence had altered her desires. If I hadn’t had just orgasmed, I would probably have been very aroused at the idea that my very presence, or just thinking about her, had such an effect on her.

After a little while, I watched as she pulled out of the driveway at midnight, headed who knows where? A bar maybe. I could have guessed what she was up to, but I had sensed her desires and knew what she was after. I had awakened her lust. She was going to go find some satisfaction.

In this path I had chosen, the one that ended with me seducing my own mother, I knew that I would have the added challenge of knowing that she would probably no longer be aching for the touch of a man. But then it would just pose an even greater challenge, I thought to myself. That would be interesting, indeed.

* * *

The next day, I pretended that I was still in bed, but I snuck over to watch Mom from the balcony. She got home around the time that she would have normally been getting up, and quietly slipped inside. I went back to my room, as she came up the stairs to her nearby bedroom.

I wondered where she had gone the night before, though I knew it ultimately didn’t matter because I knew what she was after. And as hot as she was, with those long, athletic legs, her runner’s physique, and nice B cup breasts, her cute face with her high cheekbones and button nose, she probably succeeded in finding it.

I watched her get ready for work. Normally she would get me up around the same time, always telling me that I shouldn’t be lazy and that I should keep my normal sleep schedule, even in the summer of weekends, or holidays.

But this time she left me alone. I figured she probably had last night’s events fresh in her mind and didn’t want to face me yet. She walked over to our shared bathroom since she was renovating hers, wearing her pink robe and matching slippers. Once she was inside, and I heard the water running, I set to work.

I pulled a chair up to the wall, where I knew she would be just on the other side. I was already rock hard at the thought of what I was about to do to her. I began slowly stroking the head of my cock, sliding my thumb in a circle on the sensitive tip. I pictured her in my mind, naked and fingering herself. My own hand mirrored the motion of hers. I heard a thump from the other side of the wall, which I assumed was her sitting down on the bench that was against the other side.

I heard the “zzzip” of the shower head being pulled off of its hook. I knew that she must have it aimed right at her pussy right now, trying to stimulate her clit. I concentrated, and as I stroked my cock, imagined her fingering herself and stimulating herself with the shower head. I felt my power radiate outward and pass over her. I felt her desires flare up inside her, and I even heard her moan through the wall.

I smiled. I knew She would probably try to find anything that could sate this newfound lust within her. I knew just what to do to tease her.

I picked that moment to walk in. The door wasn’t locked. Why would it be? We were a family that respected limits and privacy (I laughed about the irony later, as I composed these thoughts). If I needed to use the john while she was showering, or vice versa. We would just walk in, do our business, and leave. No big deal.

This time though, it was a big deal. Or rather, I would show her the “big deal”. Big was understating it. My cock, which was currently erect, was easily ten inches long, maybe longer. I hadn’t yet measured it.

I walked in and saw Mom in the position I had pretty much known she would be in: sitting on the bench with her legs spread and the removable shower head pointed between her legs.

Our shower wasn’t a tub, she had never really been one of those women that would go on and on about bathtubs and bath products. It was a simple shower, with a foggy glass door, that you could look through and make out basic shapes. Well, I could make out her basic shape, that of a woman masturbating in the shower. And she could make out my basic shape, alright. There was no way she would miss my huge cock, even through the cloudy glass. I pulled it out and walked over to the toilet. I stroked my cock, quickly bringing it to full hardness. Then I noisily raised the toilet lid, so it made an audible “clank!” against the tank. I wanted to make sure she knew I was there, in case her eyes were closed.

I could see her look up at me through the foggy glass. At first, she looked frantic, standing up in a flash and hanging the shower head back up, then started going through the normal shower motions.

But then she stopped and stared at me straining to pee with my erection (for you ladies that don’t know, it is very difficult to pee while having an erection. Not only in terms of aiming it down without it being painful, but also having to really exert yourself to do it. The more you know!). She had to be wondering when I got to be so huge. She didn’t normally see my erect cock, obviously. But she had to know how big my dad was, and it likely wasn’t this big. I had his genes, after all.

I could feel her desire really flare up as she saw my massive cock. She knew exactly what I could do with it. And as taboo and wrong as it would be, she would love it. I could feel that within her. I reached out to her with my power, the way I had with the couple at the mall. I felt her desire to get fucked. I stoked that fire. I amplified her waves. I pushed her buttons and had her totally turned on.

I finished peeing and shook for a gratuitous amount of time. I tried to look straight ahead, but pay attention to her through the corner of my eye, and through my new senses. I deliberately took my time in cramming my cock back into my trousers.

Let her wonder why I have an erection. I thought. Is it from looking at my sexy mom in the shower? Is it just morning wood? I chuckled to myself. I walked over to the sink to wash my hands and left without saying a word. I knew exactly what she was going to do as soon as I left. I could sense it. I was getting pretty good at using my powers, at knowing the desires of those around me. I knew she wanted me. I could feel it. It wasn’t a guess.

“Hey, Chris.” she stopped me before I left.

I slowly turned back.

She started to say something and stopped. She shook her head. “Nothing. I’ll see you later tonight. Love you.” Her desires raged inside her like an inferno. She was trying to keep it in check, but I knew how much she was struggling.

“Love you too.” I replied and left the room.

I walked back to my room, satisfied that I had set the trap. She saw the bate, but would she take it? She wasn’t likely to find a guy that could satisfy her the way I could. She had seen the huge meat that I was packing. It had taken some restraint on her part to resist me, I knew.

I knew that making her horny always one thing, her actually giving in to her lust for me was another. Whatever else happened, I figured that I had probably done enough to make sure she was here in her bed tonight, instead of wherever she had been the night before, likely a bar and then some guy’s house.

* * *

I spent most of the day at the mall, honing my skills at using my powers. I wasn’t satisfied with merely using my current powers. I would push the limits of my abilities. I would not be complacent. I wanted to be able to quickly make someone horny, with a burning need to cum. I knew that I could do it, it was just a matter of practice.

I didn’t feel bad about using my power this way. I felt like people would enjoy my manipulating their desire and lust. They sure seemed to like the result, anyway. I looked around for my first victim. I mean test subject. My first test subject was the cute girl at the lotion kiosk. You know the kind. They are sharply dressed, smell like way too much perfume, and are always trying to smear their lotion on you when you walk by in order to convince you to buy their overpriced wares.

I sat on the bench nearby and closed my eyes. I could sense her there. I again brought forth the light of my power, and sent it her way, concentrating on her lovely face, dark complexion, and hourglass figure. Within moments of me setting my sights on her, I had her practically running to the bathroom. I could see my power flowing out of me and to her, even with my eyes closed. She ran past me on her way to the bathroom, her hand was pressed on her crotch, looking like she had to pee. But I knew it was a different biological imperative that she was going to satisfy. I could feel her desires building and building until they exploded in what I assumed was her orgasm. I could almost feel it myself. Whether it was from the excitement of using my power, or from the stimulation of my connection to her, I didn’t know or care.

I picked on a few more people, seemingly able to affect even elderly people, though I didn’t dwell on that for very long, for obvious reasons. I thought for just a moment about using my power on a young person, in an attempt to test my limits. I immediately abandoned the idea, having a shred of my human morality left.

I found I was also able to squelch desires, in addition to stoking them. There were a couple of people in the food court that I tried it on first. It was like wiping their emotions away, which I found to be much harder than encouraging them. I got one of them to push their plate of fries away in disgust. I tried harder on the second person and they spit out their milkshake, before throwing it away. I found it tired me out to even try it, but it was interesting to know the extent of my power over other people.

After playing around for a while longer, I left for home, leaving more than a few people still mid-coitus in the various bathrooms around the mall. I was supremely confident at that point that I could very quickly influence those around me at will. Which really hadn’t been that hard to do, admittedly. I was affecting my mom without even meaning to, after all. No, it had been more fun than work. It was a very productive day, indeed. I even got some new clothes to fit, and even show off my newly enhanced physique.

I returned home exhausted from the exertion but pleased with the results of my labors. I went up to my room and climbed into bed, taking a well-earned nap. As I drifted off to sleep, I pondered my next move. I was satisfied with how easily I could send people into a lust-crazed trip to the bathroom to relieve themselves. This was encouraging because I knew that if I was going to try and use my powers to seduce my mother, I would have to approach it delicately. One wrong move could end the whole thing, and destroy our relationship forever. I was determined to find out if my power was such that my own mother wouldn’t be able to resist me, and now I was confident enough to take it to the next level, but I didn’t want to go too far and push her away. This would be a fun and interesting challenge, I thought.

* * *

I awoke several hours later and checked the clock, noting that mom should be home at any time. I wondered if she had been thinking about me that day if she was as obsessed with me as I had been with her. I couldn’t stop thinking about how satisfying it was going to be when she eventually succumbed to her lust and gave in to me. The mere thought of it was enough to get me rock hard, let alone the various things I would do to her once she submitted to me and my power.

As I watched her car pull into the driveway from my room, I decided right then and there that I would be the master of the household within a few days. And then, I would go about growing my influence. I was very cognizant of the fate that befell the god whose powers I had inherited and was dead set against that same fate falling on me.

But that would come after the plans I had for my mom. I watched her walk into the house, looking hot as ever, even in her much more modest work attire that she wore to the clinic. She wore almost no make-up and her long blonde hair was up in a professional bun. But there was just something about how she moved, the way she sashayed her hips, that still screamed sex. Maybe it was just me that saw it. I knew the desires that were welling up inside her. I could feel them as soon as she laid eyes on me. I smiled at her as she came in and set her keys and purse down. She smiled back, with a demure expression. She was already somewhat flushed and breathing hard when she walked in. Her eyes immediately went to my crotch, and she stared at my bulge in my shorts for a moment.

“How was work?” I asked, wondering how honest she would be about her day. I knew that she must have had at least some pent up frustration. Well, I assumed. It was possible that she had relieved herself partway through the day. But knowing how busy she was as a pediatrician at the clinic, I figured that she had not had the opportunity. And even if she had, I could sense that her carnal desires were at the forefront of her thoughts.

“Hm?” she looked up from my crotch, she obviously hadn’t heard me, her mind clearly occupied with other thoughts.

“I asked how was your day. Are you feeling okay? You look flushed.” I said in a concerned tone.

“I-” She hesitated. “I’m fine. Just tired. It was a long day.” She smiled. “How about yours? What did you do all day?”

“Went to the mall.” I replied. I walked over to the kitchen to grab something to drink. I opened the fridge and as I looked through it, I concentrated on her for a moment and sent a burst of arousal her way. I heard her gasp as she became even more aroused. I grabbed a soda and closed the fridge.

“Did you meet any girls?” she asked in a breathless voice.

I chuckled, knowing what was on her mind. “No, Mom. I was looking for a job, remember?”

“Right.” she said, sounding disappointed. “I just don’t understand how come you don’t already have a girl.” She looked me up and down, noticing just how good of shape I was in. “You’ve become quite the young man.” she smiled, dreamily. Her pretty blue eyes were almost staring past me. “I’m sure whatever woman you pick will be satisfied.” she giggled to herself, thinking I didn’t know what she was referring to.

“You think so?” I asked, still feigning ignorance.

She looked at the bulge in my shorts again. “Yes. Definitely.” she replied, her hand subconsciously moved towards her crotch, but she stopped herself when she realized what she was doing. “I’ve gotta go change out of my work clothes.” she said and quickly rushed up the stairs to her room.

“What are we doing for dinner?” I called after her, grinning because I knew what she was hurrying off to do.

“Just order pizza!” she yelled, and then closed her bedroom door.

After ordering the pizza, I followed her up the stairs and went to my own room, where there was just a wall separating us.

I sat on my bed and concentrated on sending my power through the wall to my mom. My cock began to engorge with blood once I heard her moan. I knew she must be positively soaking her panties. I didn’t let up and used all of my new experience and skill to keep pushing her farther and farther.

She seemed to give up trying to hold anything in, and she began to loudly moan over and over. I stroked my cock in time with her moans. I felt my orgasm approaching, as her moans came faster and faster. I held it off, though. I didn’t want to cum yet. I thought back to when our orgasms were in sync last time and wondered if me holding off would prevent her from achieving her own orgasm. I used my new skill with squelching desires but tried to use more finesse. It allowed me to hold her on the edge of orgasm.

I kept edging myself, operating on the assumption that she would be frustrated and unable to cum. I seemed to be right, since her moans continued at a steady pace and didn’t build to something greater, or stop at all.

I could feel her desires to be fucked building and building. She was at the point of complete desperation and need. I was sure she couldn’t think of anything else but cumming, at that moment. I grinned, my sweaty hands glided up and down the skin of my shaft. I had her right where I wanted her.

I heard the expected knock at the door. I threw on my robe and went to get the pizza. When I opened the door, there was a cute little dark-haired girl holding the heater bag. She smiled at me, catching a glimpse of my muscled body under the robe. I could feel her lust toward me, and I pulled on it like a thread. I saw her shudder a little as my power entered her.

After paying for the pizza, and sending the delivery girl back to her car creaming her panties, I turned to go back inside. I walked slowly, turning every few seconds to see what my latest test subject would do. She got in her car and sat there with her eyes closed. I saw her lust begin to flare up, and I knew what that meant. She was masturbating right there in her car!

Pleased, I went back inside to interrupt my mom. I hadn’t lost my connection to her and was sure she would still be quite busy trying to find her orgasm. I went and pounded on her door, and pretended I hadn’t heard her wanton moaning.

“What?!” she yelled through the door.

“Pizza!” I yelled, trying not to laugh. It was pretty fun, knowing how frustrated she must be.

“I’ll get it later!” she yelled back. There was a definite tone of ‘go away’ in her voice.

“It’s hot and fresh!” I called, still trying not to laugh.

She didn’t answer, but I could barely hear that she was moaning again. She was trying to finish herself off before coming out but was having no such luck.

I went back to the kitchen and continued to concentrate on her while I ate a slice of pizza. I knew could feel her getting closer to her orgasm, I was getting tired pushing back against her. Even with all the skills and experience that I had at that point, there were still definite limits to my power. As I slowly let up on her, I resolved to continue to develop my powers.

I decided it was time to make my move. It was then, or never, I thought. I hurried up the stairs to her room. I tried her doorknob and found it to be unlocked. I pulled it open and knocked on the door as I walked in.

“Mom? Pizza is getting cold- ah!” I cried out in mock surprise. I didn’t want to give the game away just yet, not before I saw how she would react.

She was laying on top of the covers. She was practically naked, with just a pair of plain gray panties on, and her hands shoved into them. Her nice sized breasts glistened with her sweat as they bounced on her chest. She was frantically stimulating herself, a look of desperation on her face. I could tell by the motions that one hand was rubbing her clit, and the other was plunging her fingers into her hungry wet hole. She hadn’t even noticed I had come in until I spoke. She looked up in surprise, but the motion of her hands continued.

I admired her mostly naked body. The stretch marks on her abdomen were barely noticeable, and she was very nicely toned. Her breasts were still nicely shaped and a little perky, despite being a mother in her thirties.

“Chris?” she said between moans. Her face was flushed with shame. “Chris, please, go.” she whimpered. “I can’t trust myself with you here. Go!” she said more forcefully. The pace of her hands quickened, as she surely must have been imagining what she would do to me.

I sat there in the doorway and watched. I slid my shorts down, exposing my erect penis. It was fully erect and dripping precum at the sight of my mom frigging herself in front of me. She looked at it, her eyes going wide. Her hands sped up even further, almost a blur now. She cried out in frustration, still unable to achieve orgasm, and flopped back onto the bed. She was practically dripping wet from the sweat from all of her efforts.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, stroking my cock and watching her carefully.

She said nothing for a few moments but didn’t stop masturbating. She stared at my huge cock, her face full of shame and lust.

“What’s wrong?” I repeated in a more assertive tone.

“I… I can’t. I can’t cum.” she practically whispered, defeated.

I watched her for a moment. She tore her gaze from my cock and looked me in the eye. She had a pleading look on her face, but then quickly looked away. Her lust was completely overriding her shame. Her shame may even have been enhancing her lust, I thought.

After making her wait for a few moments, I approached the bed and whispered, “Here, let me help.” I climbed into bed next to her.

She did close her eyes and uttered a weak, “Stop. We can’t.” she moaned.

“Why not? Don’t you want to cum?” I asked.

She hesitated for a moment. She opened her eyes again and turned to make eye contact with me. She looked unsure like she didn’t know what to say in response. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, before she finally added, “It’s wrong.”

“You really want me to stop?” I asked in a teasing voice. I reached over and grasped her panties. She whimpered and lifted her ass so I could take them off, but her hands never stopped.

“I didn’t think so…” I said in a soothing voice after pulling her panties off and tossing them across the room. “What I think is that you’ve been fantasizing about this moment. You want it. Even if it is wrong.” I said matter-of-factly.

She whimpered but didn’t respond.

“Say it.” I said in my deep, commanding voice.

I looked at her sloppy wet pussy. She still kept it somewhat trimmed, with only a little blonde hair around the slit. Her cunt was positively dripping. Her legs were spread wide, drawing her pussy lips apart. The little bud of her clit was just peaking out, erect.

“Christopher...” she moaned, her hands continued their work of trying to push her over the edge, but still not getting there.

“Say it, or I won’t give you what you want.” I climbed on top of her and continued to stroke my cock. “Say it.” I said again.

“I need it. Please…” she begged. Her hands finally stopped. She had been trying for quite some time and was clearly fatigued. Her hands were shaking and covered in girl cum.

“You need what?” I said while climbing on top of her. I positioned my eleven-inch erection at her entrance.

“I need your cock. I need it! Please!” she cried out. I relented and didn’t make her wait any longer.

“When did you become such a slut, huh? Begging for your son to fuck you. You’re lucky that you’re hot.” I began to push my cock inside her.

She didn’t respond, aside from a quiet “Mmm…”

She was so horny that the first few inches slipped in with almost no resistance. I met a little resistance when I was halfway in, but kept pushing. I saw her trim little abdomen swell as my huge cock was crammed all the way inside her.

Her breath left her body in one long moan as I slid in all the way to my balls. I pushed as hard as I could.

“Ah!” she cried out as I bottomed out inside her.

I felt my cock hit her cervix. If she hadn’t have been preparing herself for this, getting herself all wet, for as long as she had been, she probably would have been in pain. I was new to sex in general and definitely to this cock. Instead, she groaned with pleasure. I began to slide my cock out slowly until there was only an inch or two left inside and then I shoved it all the way back in. I held it there for a moment, just listening to her whimpering. I grinned at how I had seemingly reduced my mom, the proper lady who never even seemed to think about sex, to a bundle of squirming submissive fuck hole.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck...” she whispered.

I slid all the way out and back in a few times before grabbing her hips and thrusting into her as hard as I could. Just as I had done with the nurse Joy, I reached the bottom and held my cock inside her, expanding and contracting it slightly by flexing my muscles. I was massaging her insides with just my pulsating cock. It was an amazing feeling, both physically and the feeling of power over her that it gave me. With just a twitch of my muscles, she would be crying out involuntarily. I could make her moan and squirm with the barest of effort.

“Fuck me…” she whimpered. Her legs crossed behind my ass, pulling me in even deeper. She groaned, practically delirious with pleasure.

I began to slowly fuck her, sliding my massive cock in and out of her body. She was so tight, I was afraid I was going to hurt her. I tried speeding up a little, and that didn’t seem like it was a problem for her. She was moaning and gasping in pleasure with each thrust.

If it wasn’t for my newfound ability to control my own body and hold back an orgasm as long as I wanted, I would have probably came immediately. I was a horny teenager who just lost his virginity that week. Nevermind how taboo and hot it was to know I was fucking my hot MILF of a mom.

“Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she called out after each thrust. “Fuck your slutty mommy!” she groaned.

I kept up that rhythm for a while. Even with my new, fit body, I was starting to sweat from the exertion. I guessed I was already slightly fatigued from using my power so much that day.

Eventually, after fucking her hard for a few minutes, “Harder, Christopher!” in a louder and more demanding voice.

I reached down to grab her hips for leverage and started thrusting inside of her about as hard as fast as I could. Her moans turned into shrieks of pleasure. Her fingernails dug into my back as she clutched me against her with all of her strength. Her orgasm was so powerful, she was almost sobbing afterward. I decided she had had enough and allowed myself to cum. As soon as I stopped limiting myself, I came almost immediately. It was so sudden, it was almost like a gunshot. In an instant, my eyes rolled back into my head and my toes curled as the most powerful orgasm of my life ripped through me. I emptied my balls, painting her insides with jet after jet of thick gooey cum.

We held each other tightly for a few moments. Even I was getting a bit winded. She was completely out of breath. She had been at it for a while before I got there and she was now able to relax. I had finally allowed her to cum.

“You hungry?” I asked, grinning.

She turned bright red, like remembered what we had just done. She stood up from the bed and shook her head. She rushed to her half bathroom and slammed the door. I took the hint and left the room.

I went straight to my room and sat on my bed. I turned to the wall that she was just on the other side of and concentrated with my senses. I found the same thing that had happened with the nurse happened with her. She had a slight glow to her, that I could perceive like the wall was not even there. I had given her my seed, and just like before with the others, now my power flowed through her as well. I was immediately tempted to change her, the way I had done the other women. I didn’t know how I was going to change her, exactly, but I knew I wanted to. I had already changed myself for the better and I could do the same for her. She was already just about my perfect woman (thanks, Freud), anyway. I might just make her younger, I thought. The temptation was there to simply recreate her as my perfect hot girlfriend, or whatever, but I hated that idea as soon as it went through my head. I loved my mom and doing such a thing would likely destroy our relationship. She wouldn’t be my the woman I love as my mother anymore if she was just a horny teenager like me.

Maybe when I was younger, the idea of being able to change your parent into whatever you wanted would be a compelling fantasy, but now I was concerned about what I might incidentally do to her. I was new to these powers, after all.

No, if I was going to proceed down this path, it would have to be one where she was on board, all the way. I owed her that much, at least. I contemplated my next course of action.

She didn’t come out of her room for the rest of the night. I knew she was up and about, but she didn’t want to face me yet. I almost felt bad, but I knew that she had enjoyed what we had just done, her feelings on it being taboo might even make it more exciting, I thought. I was thinking about changing her right then and there since I knew that I could at that point. But I hesitated. Would that be going too far?

I ultimately decided it would be best if I left her alone. For now, she would need time to process. She had probably just had the most mind-blowing sex ever, and it was with her son, on top of that. I decided that pushing too hard too fast would be a mistake. I would likely just make her into my fuck puppet, or push her away and I didn’t want either of those things. Part of what made her so great was how brilliant she was, not merely her sweet personality or remarkable beauty.

I sighed. This would be slightly more complicated than when I first decided to walk this path. I had looked at it as a challenge. The ultimate conquest, a teenager getting to fuck his hot mom’s brains out. I had thought that it would be a great test of my powers. And after it had turned out to be even easier to pull off than I had originally guessed, there was something hollow about simply using my power to fuck her again.

No. She would come to me next time, and I wouldn’t use my power on her until afterward. That would be a test, I thought.

And then I would change her. I could even get her input on what kind of body she wanted. She would come along with me on my journey to full-on godhood. She would be my first priestess, I decided.

* * *

The next day went by much like before, with me entertaining myself at the mall until around the time that my mom would get home. I got home from the mall and noticed that Aunt Anita’s car was in the driveway.

“Hey, Aunt Anita.” I said cheerfully as I opened the front door.

She had her own key and was in the living room watching TV when I walked in. She was seemingly off work that day and was just dressed in yoga pants and a tight t-shirt. I admired her curves and large bosom for a moment before she noticed I was there.

She looked up at me and smiled. “Hey, Chris.” She then got up and came over to give me a hug. She squeezed me hard. “You’re still doing well? All fine and back to one hundred percent?”

I could feel her nice c-cup breasts pressing into my chest. I thought that when I changed Mom, that she would probably appreciate larger boobs. I wrapped my arms around her waist. I admired her nice child-bearing hips as I squeezed her tight. I resisted the palpable urge to grab her nice round ass and squeeze it.

“Yeah, I’m doing great.” I grinned and let her go.

She smiled back. “Wow. Your mother was right. What a handsome young man you have grown up to be. You must be killing it with the ladies.” she laughed.

“Lately, I have been doing alright.” I chuckled. She stepped back and she admired me for a moment. I was wearing some new clothes: some blue gym shorts and a white tank top. It was appropriate attire for the summer heat, and it showed off my new hot body. But what it also did, was allow my aunt to ogle me and basically, nothing was left to the imagination. My newly altered arms and legs, with their bulging muscles, were on full display. My enlarged cock was outlined by the tight fabric of my shorts.

I realized my power must be affecting her too. She was so religious and prudish that it couldn’t be a coincidence that she was all the sudden coming on to me. And just like with my mother, I didn’t have to rely on interpreting that lustful look she was displaying as her eyes were focused on the obscene bulge I was packing in my tight shorts. I could feel her desires. I knew she wanted me. She looked like she would pull my shorts down and see what I was packing, given the chance.

“I’m home!” we heard my mom yell as the garage door slammed shut behind her.

Aunt Anita then blushed and turned to walk towards the hall, where she met Mom coming into the room. “Oh good. What did you need to talk to me about?” she asked, clearly thankful for the distraction from what she had just been thinking about.

Mom, who was looking rather radiant despite not wearing makeup and her hair being pulled into a sloppy ponytail. She glanced at me and smiled nervously before turning back to her sister. “Can I talk to you in the other room?” she gestured to the foyer.

Aunt Anita walked past her and she looked at me for a moment. I grinned back before she turned and followed Aunt Anita down the hall.

I concentrated on listening to their voices, and I found that I could hear them, clear as a bell, from two rooms away. My ability to alter my own body was seeming more and more to be one that was limited only by my imagination, I surmised.

“I’m glad you here.” I heard Mom say in a hushed voice. “If I were alone with Christopher again, I don’t know what would happen.”

“What does that mean? What did he do?” asked Aunt Anita, clearly confused. “Did he hit you, or something?” she got really concerned.

Mom clearly didn't want to know what to say. She just stammered for a moment and got flustered.

“You can always talk to me, Claire.”

“No, no. Nothing like that…” she hesitated, not sure what to say. “He’s just grown up so fast, and I don’t think he respects me as his authority figure anymore.” she said finally.

“Why do you say that? And what are you afraid will happen?” Anita asked, clearly very concerned.

“I’ve… I have been very… horny lately.” Mom whispered. “And he’s become such a handsome young man…”

“Yeah, he has.” agreed Aunt Anita. Then they both giggled. “I got a little hot and bothered when I saw him in his work out clothes.” she admitted

“You slut.” my mom giggled.

“Hey, you brought it up.” she laughed. “I know it’s wrong. I’ll say a few hail-Marys later.”

“Yeah, too bad he is my son.” said Mom, and they both giggled some more.

I smiled, knowing that each of them was fantasizing about what naughty, sexy things I would do to them. I almost reached out with my power to make them both even hornier, but I remembered my decision to not use my power on Mom again until she wanted it.

“That's why I wanted to go out tonight. Maybe find a man, stop thinking about my son…” said Mom, still sounding unsure. “And you’d better not steal away another guy from me before I even have a chance. You and your big boobs.” she scolded her sister playfully.

“You know I’m not trying to take them. I had my wild youth before being born again. I just like the attention and the free drinks now.” she laughed. “And, yeah. You know it’s the boobs.” they laughed together for a moment.

“Let’s get out of here before, before he tries to stop us.” Mom said, now sounding urgent.

“You’re going to go out in that? Your work clothes? And why would Chris stop us?” Anita asked, very confused.

“I’ll dress in the car. I don’t want to talk about it. He’s just, he is making me want a man, alright?” said Mom in a huff.

“Yeah.” Anita with a dreamy sigh. “I don’t know what it is…” Anita said, thinking out loud. “All the sudden I can’t stop thinking about him and his, his… You know.” she said finally. She clearly didn’t want to say what she was actually thinking. “I don’t even want to say it. I shouldn’t even be thinking it. It’s sinful.” she finished, seemingly trying to convince herself.

I decided to make my move. “It’s not your fault you can’t stop.” I entered the room, and they both looked at me, shocked. They probably thought I wouldn’t be able to hear their whispers, and they would have been right, under normal circumstances. “Let’s just say I am more than a man, now.” I said, practically beaming.

“I'll say...” Anita practically whispered, and her eyes immediately went back to my bulging crotch. All this talk about my mother and aunt getting horny did the same to me. My huge cock was already half hard and bulging in my shorts. “God forgive me.” she whispered to herself. I could easily hear it.

Mom sat there silently with her eyes closed, probably trying to find the strength to resist me, which I knew was in vain, of course.

“Oh, I won’t need to forgive you for anything.” I chuckled. “We’ll both get what we want, I'm sure.”

Anita backed away from me and moved behind a padded chair so that it was between us. “No. No, way. “ she replied, still processing everything. She was clearly very flustered and could barely get her thoughts out. “And that's blasphemy!” she was able to finally say.

“Okay.” I laughed. “If you don’t want to see what I have caught you admiring through my pants, then that's fine.” I backed away from her and moved towards Mom. “You can ask Mom what you'll be missing out on.” Her face was bright red and she was looking at the floor.

Anita looked over to her and saw the look on her face. “Claire…” she shook her head in disbelief. “Claire, you didn't.” she said as a look of shock formed on her own face.

Mom didn't say anything and kept looking at the floor. Anita just gawked at her for a moment. When I got close to her I wrapped my arms around her waist and she leaned into me, hugging me around the shoulders.

“Go ahead, Mom.” I said, grinning. “Tell her.” I spun both of us around so they were facing each other.

She sighed, becoming putty in my arms. “It was amazing.” she cooed.

“This is… this is sick.” said Anita, backing away toward the door. “God help you both if this is true.”

“I told you already. I am your god.” my voice boomed. They both winced slightly. I turned my head back to look at my mother. “And I am benevolent. I can reward those that please me.” I gripped her tighter and then whispered in her ear. “You want big breasts like your sister?”

She closed her eyes and smiled. She hesitated for a moment, then she nodded.

I looked at Anita. Her face had a mix of disbelief and lust. “How could that even be possible…” she said, shaking her head. She couldn’t look away. Without breaking eye contact with my aunt, I concentrated on my mom, and the bit of my power that I felt within her flared up. I imagined her with larger boobs, big, pert d-cups. She began to transform. As my power flowed through her, I felt her hard nipples poking me through our shirts. Mom’s eyes went wide as we both felt her breasts begin to squeeze against my chest as they grew. Our bodies were slowly pushed apart, as her breasts got bigger and bigger.

“Stop it.” Anita shouted. “Is this some kind of joke you two are putting-” I let go of Mom and stepped to the side. Her top was stretched obscenely, with her breasts had just about doubled in size.

“What else do you want me to change, mom?” I asked, ignoring Anita and her shock. “Hair? Eyes?”

“I’ve always wanted green eyes. She smiled. Before she could even make it to the mirror, I had done it. I was getting good at this. She admired her bright green eyes and added. “And silver hair.”

I gestured towards her and flexed my powers again. I could see the same glow light up within her, and her hair turned from blonde to silver before our eyes.

“My God…” muttered Anita, she looked like she was just starting to believe what she was seeing. Her expression changed from one of disbelief to awe and wonder.

“That’s what I said.” I turned back to Anita, who had taken a few steps towards us, perhaps without even realizing it. “Do you want my blessings as well?” I looked her in the eyes and gave her a cocky grin. I knew that she was horny for me, and I hadn’t even started on her yet.

“I…” Anita stared at my mom, who pulled off her top and displayed her new, enlarged breasts. They were even bigger than hers.

Mom began rubbing her nipples. “Mmm… they are more sensitive too…” she purred.

Anita took a few more steps closer, and started to reach out to touch Mom’s breasts, but stopped herself. “I don’t believe it… how?” she turned to me.

“I told you. I’m a god. A fertility god, to be precise.” I pointed at the floor in front of me. “And I am about to give out my blessings.”

Mom immediately came before me and got on her knees on the hardwood floor. Anita took a step forward, but stopped and merely stood there for a moment and watched as mom reached out to pull down my shorts. Anita gasped when my cock flopped out. It was only half hard and it was already seven or eight inches.

I looked down at mom and admired my handiwork. I had smoothed out any little wrinkle or stretch mark on her body, making her skin look younger. Her large breasts seemed to defy gravity. Her large nipples were hard with arousal and she was constantly pinching them or rubbing her breasts together. She still had her overall athletic frame. Her new green eyes and silver hair were a stunning combination. My dick surged to full hardness in her hands as she began to stroke it.

Anita still said nothing, but now she was standing behind Mom, her eyes glued to my cock. Mom was running her tongue up and down the head of my cock, as Anita watched. She wordlessly dropped to her knees next to Mom. Mom wrapped her hands around the shaft of my cock and turned to Anita as if to offer it to her. She opened her mouth and leaned forward. Watching Mom guide my cock into her sister’s mouth was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Anita could barely get her lips around it, and her jaw was open as wide as it possibly could be. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved as much of my cock in her mouth as I could. She choked and gagged for a moment, her eyes watering. Slowly, after multiple tries, she was able to get a few more inches of my cock into her mouth by pushing it into her throat. I slowly started thrusting my hips and started to really fuck her face. Mom began to stroke the length of my shaft that was still protruding from her mouth. I pulled all the way out and moved toward Mom, who began licking it again. Anita got the hint and began to lick from the other side.

I looked down at the two of them sharing my cock and it was now definitely the hottest thing I had ever seen. Feeling their hot wet tongues slide all over my cock was just as hot. I wondered if I could somehow top this as well. They alternated taking me into their mouth and licking me for a moment, and then licked at the same time. They even started french kissing a when their tongues intertwined on my cock. At that point, my mom and aunt were basically three way french kissing with my dick.

I was so overstimulated, but I was still able to hold my orgasm back with my complete control over my body. But I could feel it building, the biological need could not be held off indefinitely. I wanted to cum so badly, but I didn’t want this to end. After a few more minutes of their tongues and lips dancing with each other across the length of my cock, I decided I would have to go off soon, or I would drive myself nuts.

“She already has my blessing,” I pulled my cock toward Anita. “Now it is your turn. Where do you want it?” Mom tried not to look too disappointed. She sat back and fingered her wet pussy as she watched what would unfold.

She seemed conflicted for just a moment, but then quickly walked over to the couch and pulled off her yoga pants and plain white panties. She kicked them aside and then hopped onto the couch. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and her bush was on display. She didn’t keep it as trimmed as mom did, but I didn’t mind it. She spread her legs and revealed her soaking wet pussy. She turned to me but didn’t say anything.

I followed her over and stood next to the couch, where I towered over her prone form. “Who’s your god now?” I asked, turning on my deep commanding disposition.

She looked up at me in awe and didn’t hesitate. “You, Christopher. Now bless me. Fuck me. I need it.” She pleaded.

I loved how I hadn’t even deliberately used my power on her, and my mere presence, and her sister’s transformation and encouragement were all she needed to abandon her religious convictions become my slut, just like her sister had. I was tempted to keep rubbing that in since she had always been such a control freak and used her religion as an excuse. I decided against it, however. That wouldn’t be a good way to start out with my new worshippers, by dressing them down.

I climbed on top of her and aimed my monster cock between her lips. She was so hot for me, that I slid in halfway before I even met resistance. She squealed as I slid in. My huge dick could barely fit, but she was seemingly determined to fit me inside. She grabbed my waist and pulled me towards her hard, forcing me in deeper. I slid out and then back in, slowly she was able to accommodate all of me. She was larger and curvier than my mom, and I was able to fit all the way in a little easier. When I grabbed her and thrust as hard and as deep as I could, I still hit her cervix, though.

“Fuck me… fuck me god…” she groaned, gripping me around the shoulders as hard as she could. She rolled her hips to meet my thrusts as we really got a good rhythm going.

I could feel her orgasm approaching, whether with my power or intuitively (it was getting more and more difficult to tell the difference). Her moans were getting higher and higher pitched. When she shrieked at the top of her lungs and her cunt quivered around my cock, I decided then that I could cum.

“Here it comes!” I shouted, my voice booming. I finally let myself go. The most powerful orgasm of my life ripped through my body like a convulsion. It was so powerful, I half expected it to shoot out of her ears or something. When I had finally given in, it was like a shotgun blast. Wad after wad of cum just sprayed out of my dick, buried deep in her and pressed against her cervix. I felt like I filled her entire body with cum, I was a twitching, quivering, bundle of nerves when I finally finished. It felt like it had taken minutes to end.

We both were startled out of our reverie when we heard a high pitched shriek. We turned to mom and saw that she was cumming around her fingers. She twitched and quivered there for a few moments before standing up and walking over to hug me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and I grabbed her around the waist to return her embrace.

I regained my composure after a time and then climbed off of my still stunned Aunt Anita. She was gazing dreamily off into space, with a big smile on her face. She finally noticed Mom and reached up to hug both of us.

“We’re still going out tonight.” I said after a time, grinning.

They smiled back and went to go get showered and ready.

* * *

“So how are you going to get in?” asked Aunt Anita as we walked toward the door. She generally didn’t really dress to impress and was wearing a conservative dress with full sleeves. It was a nice dark blue, that really complimented her eyes. They were still blue, but a much deeper, brighter blue that she liked better. Her hair was now multicolored, in an oil slick pattern that was quite striking, I thought. It looked like the perfect dye job if I do say so myself.

“I was wondering that myself.” said my mom, who was wearing a much more revealing LBD (little black dress). She had on bright red lipstick, and her silver hair was down, flowing around her shoulders in a thick and wavy style that she had picked out. She and Anita were fishing their IDs out of their little handbags.

“Soon, you won’t have any further reason to doubt me or my power.” I said ominously and waved at them in a gesture of them not needing the IDs either. They still looked skeptical. I just grinned, knowing exactly how I would handle this.

“Are the girls coming?” asked Mom, looking giddy. “They need to meet the new Christopher.”

“You said that already, and yes. They are coming.” replied Anita, who finished texting and put her phone away in her bra. “Becky is just taking forever to get ready, as usual, and Lindsey is carpooling with her.”

I had met them once or twice, they were really Anita’s friends but Mom would go out with them sometimes. They were both younger, only ten or so years older than me.

We got to the door, and the big bouncer asked me for my ID. He gave me this cocky sneer. “You sure look young.”

“I think there’s a girl in the men’s bathroom who wants to see you.” I said to him, my eyes locked onto his.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, very confused. He didn’t even start getting aggressive, despite me starting to walk past him.

“You’d better go meet her quick. She won’t wait forever, and some other guy might give her what she wants.” I said grinning inches from his face.

He took a step back, looking utterly bewildered. He reached down and felt his erection and then turned to rush to the bathroom. I knew there actually would be a horny girl there. I had sensed someone who wanted to get fucked- there were plenty to pick from- and just nudged her along.

Mom and Anita were speechless. Both of their mouths were hanging open in shock.

As we continued in, I turned and gave them a look, as if to say ‘see?’

“I won’t doubt you again.” Mom laughed.

“Me neither. I swear.” Anita added sincerely.

We got into the club and it was dark and loud. I had never been to a place like this before and it was just a little overwhelming; all of the people, the sounds, the smells. On top of all of that, I could sense all of the carnal desires of those around me. This place was a meat market and everyone knew it.

We approached the bar and saw that Rebecca and Lindsey were at the bar getting drinks. They saw Mom and Anita and came over to say hi.

They chatted for a bit and then went out to the floor and started dancing. I followed them, slowly working my way through the crowd over to the two new ladies.

“Wow! You both look so different!” I could barely hear Lindsey say over the noise. She was the short brunette with curly hair. She was a little overweight but had nice tits and a cute face.

“Yeah, who did your guy’s hair? And did you get a boob job, Claire? They’re huge.” added Rebecca, who was a tall, thin redhead with straight hair and lots of freckles on her otherwise pale skin. They were both wearing the same sort of LBD that my mom was wearing, which sort of signaled what they wanted for themselves that night.

“The place at the mall-” Anita started to say

“We did it at home.” Mom said at the same time. They looked at each other and frowned.

I finally got behind them. “I can explain.” I hit her them both with a full dose of my power. In fact, I was sending out my power to everyone around me. I finally wanted to flex.

They turned to look at me, and I was wearing my nice slacks and a tight polo shirt which showed off my body. They both had a look of total lust on their faces, immediately succumbing to my power and clearly already fantasizing about me. Both of them were staring at the bulge that was clearly visible in my trousers. I grabbed Lindsey’s hand and pulled to me, and she didn’t resist at all. I grabbed the other hand and spun her around, so her arms were crossed in front of her chest. I ground my crotch into her ass, and she immediately got the message. As we danced, she started grinding her ass into my crotch as well.

Rebecca, not to be left out, and came over to dance as well. She came over and immediately planted her lips on mine. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and dance with mine. The music changed tempo and got even faster, and the grinding of our bodies picked up speed as well to match. My hard cock was bulging out my pants, and rubbing against Lindsey’s nice round ass. Rebecca was pressed against her and making out with me over her shoulder.

Mom and Aunt Anita looked jealous and came over to try and dance with me as well. For what felt like a long while, our bodies were grinding together to the music and I sent out signals of arousal that were affecting the whole dance floor. There were quite a few people dancing very lewdly like we were. There were even a few that started to get really freaky, like pulling down pants to suck cock or ripping open tops to show bare breasts. The bouncers would normally stop such a thing, but they themselves were lost in a trance of horniness. They were all too occupied with their own arousal. Most of them were dancing lewdly as well. Hardly anyone was getting drinks because no one needed the liquid courage at the moment.

Before long, the four women were just making out with each other and me. We were all dry humping and french kissing each other. We attracted a few more nearby women who joined in. A tall and thick brunette, a thin and athletic black lady, a swarthy Mediterranean looking girl, and a few others. A few guys tried to join in too, but I squelched their arousal and told them to fuck off, which they immediately acquiesced to. After a while, when my crowd had grown to what seemed like a few dozen, I decided that we should take this party somewhere more private.

We piled into a few cars and we went to one of my new friend’s huge house. It was practically a mansion and was big enough for all thirty-something of us to fit in there comfortably. The festivities I found a nice high balcony to look over the sea of writhing bodies in the main living room of this huge house. I was the only man in the house. The smell of pussy permeated the air. My mom and Aunt were each at my side, Rebecca and Lindsey were not far behind either. They were pawing at me, trying to get me to pay attention to them. But I had business to attend to before the fun would really start.

“You will be the members of my new church!” I shouted from the balcony. My booming voice reverberated throughout the room. “I am the new god of sex and debauchery!” I laughed cheerfully. As I spoke, I raised my stature, growing larger and larger, and appearing more powerful. My voice deepened, my tight clothes constricted against my bulging muscles. “Come up these stairs and one at a time, you will receive your blessing! I will remake you, as young and thin and beautiful as you wish! You just have to kneel before me! And for those that doubt…” I gestured to my mom and Aunt. “Observe!”

I reached out and changed both of their hair colors to bright orange, to white, to blue, to purple, to red again, all while they grew in size too, their breasts grew even faster, their hips and ass began to stretch their pants to capacity.

The room gasped at this display. Before I could even return my first two Priestesses to normal, there was a huge line, going down the steps. I readied myself to dispense some miracles. I turned to my first two converts: Lindsey and Rebecca, who looked very eager to begin.

* * *

How my church grew to become the most dominant church in the world is no complicated matter. It was pretty simple. People love to fuck and are into all kinds of freaky weird shit. They don’t want to be judged or preached to. I am not that kind of god, though. I think if it feels good, do it. That is as easy as it was. I didn’t need to overcomplicate it. When the US government began to take notice, it was a bit too late. I was applying for tax-exempt status for my church, which already had thousands and thousands of members, after only a few years.

My first two priestesses also bore me my first two sons. I wasn’t even surprised that both my mom and Aunt were pregnant immediately. I was a fertility god, after all. I could tell that they were going to be a lot like me and that they would have their hands full. I would be there to help of course. But I had many, many children from my various liaisons. I was hard at work, ensuring my future, by spreading my message. The message of hedonism. Of doing what feels good, and not to feel guilty about it. I knew that wasn’t a hard sell.

End?

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