This choice: "Make the entire cheerleading team my willing slaves." • Go Back...Chapter #4An exercise in excess by: Unknown "Make the entire cheerleading team my willing slaves," said Amanda.
"Sure!" said Jen. "I always hated those bitches anyway. Have fun with them!" and with a wave of her hand she sent Amanda away.
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Amanda found herself in front of a house--her house, she knew--and, producing the key from a pocket inside the sleeve of her coat, entered. Her outfit, she knew, was priceless, as Jen had created the materials used to make it.
No sooner had she entered than the door closed behind her and attractive women not much older than her swarmed around her. The cheerleaders expressed their gratitude that she was back safely and asked what she wanted them to do.
With a thought Amanda made the undetectable yet impermeable layering Jen had given her wink out of reality, leaving her truly naked, volleyball-sized tits on display, balanced by an equally huge ass. Immediately three of the cheerleaders latched onto her seven-foot form, one of them crouched under her eating her out, the other two sucking her nipples. It didn't take long for Amanda to reach orgasm, but Jen had given her instant recovery time and so she kept walking into her living room, settling on the couch, not worrying about her sexual fluids running over it.
Directing her servants to make dinner and indicating which would bathe her, and which would go to bed with her that night, she settled back for some mindless TV while amazing orgasms crashed through her, each, as always, as good as the first one.
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Looking about again, Jen found another girl, this one sitting on a bench across from a lingerie store, looking enviously at the women heading in and out.
Just as a group of attractive women left, Jen froze time, relishing the silence that reigned around her.
Walking over to the bench, she allowed her steps to make noise, just as she allowed the young woman to speak with her.
"Hi, Carol. I'm Jen," she said.
Carol looked up, not noticing the unnatural silence. "Hi--how did you know my name?"
"Oh, that's easy. See, I'm all-powerful, and I've decided that you could use a gift from God."
"Why me?" She suddenly noticed the world around them. "And why isn't anything else moving?"
"Well, for the first, because I want to, and for the second, because I don't want it to. That's basically what being omnipotent means. I do what I want, and nothing can stop me."
"So what are you going to do to me, then?"
"You'd like to have the sort of body that would mean you could go into a store like that without feeling really out of place, yeah?"
"Yeah. Besides, look at those five," she said, indicating the group Jen had frozen in the entrance. "They're so fake. I've seen them in the showers, you know. Lips plumped up with collagen, they're already using Botox, those tits are completely fake, I swear at least one of them's had liposuction, they've had laser hair removal on everything below their eyes, even their, well..."
"Pussies? It's fine, I know all the words."
"Pussies. Yeah. And those asses, just as fake as the boobs."
Jen looked at Carol again. "Tell me--how'd you like your own private sex show? Just the two of us. Those five can be the entertainment."
"Those five? Just those five? What're you going to do, make them dykes? Trust me, they're straight as rulers."
"Oh ye of little faith," said Jen theatrically, and suddenly the group started moving. A mattress appeared under them, and seven sets of clothing vanished into the aether. It wasn't long before a scene straight out of a clich' lesbian porno began unfolding in the doorway.
Carol held her hands at her sides, her arousal clear to both observers. Jen, meanwhile, had given herself an extra pair of arms, and was eagerly tweaking her nipples with her upper pair and furiously fingering herself with the other.
"Oh, don't be such a prude. I know what you do at night. Here," and Carol found herself with four arms and significantly fewer inhibitions.
One sex show and many, many orgasms later, Carol, with only a single pair of arms again, panted heavily on the bench while Jen moved the still naked but once again frozen group into positions that showed off everything as they slowly spun around.
"So what are you going to do with them?" asked the human.
"Well..." and in between the start of the word and its end the five women changed. Acne scars and wrinkles covered their faces, their breasts and asses shrank to nothing, hair grew all over their bodies and they all moved well to the other side of "pleasingly plump".
"Don't worry about them too much. After all, there are people who like just about any sort of body."
"I wish you'd change that, even make them disgusted by each other--and themselves. Cunts."
"Nah, they all have a few redeeming qualities. Anyway, as for you, how does a body that designers will be falling over each other to make clothes for sound?"
Carol's breasts ballooned to be bigger than basketballs, and she felt her perspective shift as her ass blossomed under her and she grew to an even six feet. She felt her hips flare, her waist shrink, her body hair vanish and her muscles become firm under a thin layer of fat. A tank top strained to contain her braless tits while a miniskirt barely covered her pussy and butt, and four-inch crystal heels adorned her feet. She felt various pieces of jewelry around her body, and her ass-length hair was weighed down slightly by the gems woven into it.
"That's what you look like," said Jen, gesturing with both of her right hands at the image of Carol's new form she had created right in front of them.
"Damn! I'd totally do me," said Carol.
"I thought you might say that." Seven more forms appeared, also identical to Carol's, but she quickly realized that they were real. "Meet Denise, Esther, Felicia, Georgia, Helen, Irene and Jocelyn."
"You made me identical octuplets?"
"Why, too few? Here, meet Kelly, Lara, Madison and Nicole," said the omnipotent teenager as she made another four copies of Carol exist.
Carol just stared at Jen, wondering just how far the other's powers went.
In response to the thought, Jen said, "As far as I want, of course, so here, have a bit more growth"--Carol and her identical siblings all shot up a few inches in height, felt their tits and asses grow, and found their heels being a full half-foot--"and meet Olivia, Pamela, Quinn, Rachel, Sarah, Tina, Ursula, Victoria, Wendy, Xavia, Yvonne and Zoe." Twelve more bodies appeared as Jen named them. "Oh, and Abigail and Barbara," and with nothing more than a simple exercise of Jen's will Carol found herself with twenty-five identical siblings and a bombshell body.
As all twenty-six looked on in wonder, Jen warned, "Oh, and be careful with your smile, well, unless you want to cause a run on underwear, pants, tissues and Vaseline."
"But what about all of us?" said Esther.
"Oh, don't worry. Just keep the cameras on, the clothes off, or mostly off, and the subscription rate where I've set it. You'll be rolling in cash."
With that, the twenty-six vanished, reappearing in a not-too-large house. They knew they were being filmed from every angle constantly, and, feeling completely comfortable with their new lives, went about them.
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