This choice: He calls his girlfriend. • Go Back...Chapter #6A welcome visit by: Unknown Ethan held out his hand and his phone flew into it and dialled his girlfriend's number. He ensured she would pick up after two rings.
"Hey babe," she said when she did.
"Hey babe," he replied.
"Ethan, what are you doing calling me at this hour? You know I have an 8 AM class tomorrow, and don't you have to be at work for 7?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know, but listen, something happened and I need to see you in person. I'll be there soon, OK?"
"Ethan, you live half an hour away driving. I can't wait that long!"
"Just trust me, Sasha. Love you, babe."
"I love you, babe," she said before hanging up.
With a thought Ethan dressed himself, the clothes simply appearing on his body. He made certain that nothing bad would happen to Jake or the house while he was away, then vanished from his bedroom with a thought.
He reappeared a short distance away from his girlfriend's apartment building. Walking leisurely to the front door, he entered her number on the front panel.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hey babe," he said.
"Ethan? How the hell did you get here so fast?"
"Let me in and I'll let you know."
"Before I do, what and where is my birthmark?"
"It's on the underside of your right breast, shaped like a four-leaf clover," he replied.
"OK, I'll buzz you in. Just be quiet."
Ethan waited a bit impatiently for the elevator to take him to the twenty-fourth floor. He walked around the floor until he reached her door and, finding it unlocked, walked in and closed it softly behind him.
Sasha sat there in her nightgown, rubbing her eyes and holding a cup of warm milk.
"Okay, Ethan, what was so important that you had to wake me up at this hour?" She set the cup down on her small table.
"Just watch," he said, and, holding out his hand, made Sasha's cup move off her table and float straight into it. The milk inside stayed perfectly still. Once he held it, he raised it above his head and turned it upside down. The milk stayed in the cup, and remained there as he caused it to float back onto the table, turning it as it did to return to its exact position before he had moved it.
Sasha tentatively picked up the cup and took a sip. "Okay, h-how did you do that?"
"I'm not entirely sure. Less than an hour ago I got a phone call from somebody saying I was God. That's how I got here so quickly after calling you. I just thought about being on the street outside and I was."
"So what else can you do?"
"Well, I made my lamp switch on, then I made my duvet--Wait, you're just accepting that I'm God?"
"I just saw you do something impossible. If you'd told me you were God before that, I might've called the cops or something, but it suddenly doesn't seem quite so far-fetched. So, what else can you do?"
"Well, I made my duvet fly off my bed, then I made my phone fly into my hand and call you automatically, then I made clothes appear with a thought, and then I teleported myself here. Oh, and I made sure nothing bad would happen to Jake while I'm gone."
"Is that all you can do?"
"Presumably not, if I'm God, but I haven't tried anything else."
"Well, can you create things out of nothing? Or are your clothes just ones you already had?"
Ethan vanished, then reappeared half a minute later. "You're right, they just came out of my closet."
"So try something bigger then!"
"Like what?"
"I don't know, make my apartment a mansion or something."
Ethan closed his eyes and focused. A few seconds later, he heard Sasha's voice.
"Okay, you can open your eyes now."
He did.
The surroundings were exactly as he had imagined them--a gigantic foyer with marble floors, multiple staircases leading onto huge balconies, doors all around leading to what he knew were numerous kitchens and recreational areas. In the middle sat Sasha's old table and chairs, looking decidedly out of place.
"How big is this place, Ethan? And you didn't have to close your eyes or anything, it changed basically as soon as you did, probably as soon as you thought about doing it."
"Well, I just thought about some suitably big place, and Syria's been in the news, so I thought about it being as big as Syria."
"Is that total floor area, or its footprint?"
Ethan smiled, a bit weakly. "Now that you put the idea into my head, its footprint."
"And how many floors does it have?"
"I'm not entirely sure, it's changing constantly. I just wanted it to be big." Suddenly Ethan just knew what had happened. "I wanted it to be big, but not big, sort of, so from the outside it looks like it's about ten floors high, but inside it's already well over a billion."
"And where are we?"
"Your own personal private island in the western Atlantic. It's about five times bigger than the mansion, with a fully developed ecosystem, multiple natural harbours, sprawling forests, everything. I just wanted you to live in paradise on Earth, I guess."
Sasha sat still and silent for a moment, then got up and opened what she knew was the front door. She breathed deeply.
"Okay, me next," she said.
"What do you mean, you next?"
Sasha closed the door behind her and shucked her gown. "You've made my surroundings beautiful, now make me beautiful."
"I already think you're beautiful."
"You might be God, Ethan, but you're still a bad liar. Sure, you think I'm beautiful, but you also think I could be hot. I know you jack off to those pictures of women with tits so big they shouldn't be able to stand up. Well, now you can do that for real, and"--Sasha pressed her body against Ethan's as she whispered--"I've always wanted to try it out." Sasha's hand stroked her boyfriend's crotch.
"Okay, but I haven't tried this before, so I might mess it up."
"Look, you made my apartment into a mansion with a thought, now give me some big boobs!" Sasha hefted hers and thrust them toward her boyfriend.
As she did, she felt her hands filling and looked down. She smiled as her tits inflated, surpassing apples, then grapefruits, then melons. She dropped her hands and found that her breasts continued to jut out with little sag. She wondered how big they were getting and suddenly a mirror appeared. Her eyes widened as she realized she couldn't see her pussy behind her still-growing tits. Thinking about what she looked like from behind made the image begin to rotate, and she smiled with glee as she saw that her tits not only dropped to her knees, but were in total five times wider than her torso.
"Damn, these are big! But now I look a little top-heavy..." As the words came out of her mouth, she saw her ass simply become larger--no gradual growth as with her breasts, it simply became a massive booty in an instant.
Looking over at Ethan, she saw him looking away. "Oh, don't be so modest. You made this body, so I'm hardly going to object to you looking at it!"
Ethan kept his head turned away. "It's not that. I'm afraid that if I do look, I'll think you're still too small and make you even bigger."
"So what if you do? I trust you, Ethan. You wouldn't do anything to harm me, or, I think, anyone else. If my boobs get so big that they actually might harm something, I'm sure you can cut them back down to size."
"I don't know if I'll be able to control myself."
"Then lose control! Hell, you're God. Now stop being such a pussy and fuck mine--preferably with a nice big cock. Where's the biggest bedroom in this place?"
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Sasha found herself on her back on a bed so big she couldn't see the edges. Her tits towered above her, and she could feel something pushing through them. Suddenly Ethan's face appeared from her cleavage and she could feel something tickling her labia.
"You going to fuck me now?" she asked.
"I'm sorry if I make them too big," he said.
"I don't care if you do," she replied. "Now ream me out with a titanic dick. I want it to hurt as you drive it into me. I want it to be so big it should be shredding my organs."
"I don't want to hurt you, Sasha."
"And I know you won't. But that's how I want it to feel. I want it rough."
Sasha felt Ethan rear back and then, as he kissed her, ram a cock that seemed as thick as her leg into her suddenly very tight cunt. Their tongues danced as the monstrous tool kept going in.
When Sasha pushed Ethan's head away so that she could breathe, she felt his penis stop going in. "So how big is it?"
"Have you ever heard of the General Sherman?"
"The tree? Yeah, I visited it with my folks when I was six. But you knew that, didn't you?"
"I'm bigger."
Sasha screamed in orgasm.
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