This choice: Heidi has a TV interview to promote the movie. • Go Back...Chapter #7Preparations by: Unknown I smiled as Valerie and Amia made out frantically while I pounded each of them in the pussy and ass simultaneously with three-foot cocks. Of course, that hardly stifled their loud moans as their hyper-sensitive nipples rubbed against each other's. I groaned as I made all four of my dicks explode in orgasm, shooting billions of gallons of cum every second into my two fuck toys, who obligingly orgasmed when I did.
I had visited Heaven eventually, of course. It was a really nice place, and I didn't like the idea of sharing it with anyone. For that matter, Hell was pretty good, too--nothing like basking in the hottest fires in existence, which I regularly made a million times hotter, when it just feels like a warm bath. Sometimes I'd just sit there, spread my cunt open with my mind, and play with my nipples as flames shot into my box. So I created a sort of oblivion where everyone who died went. They weren't really anywhere and wouldn't feel that any time had passed if they were ever judged, which I wasn't about to do, so I just shuffled off the whole damn mess. Meanwhile I turned all the angels into young, hot women and set them to work in various degrading jobs on Earth. There were plenty of other planets with life, apparently, and of course I could just create life if I wanted, but one planet was enough for me for the time being. Amia I kept as a personal slave, of course.
Standing up, effortlessly carrying my two toys on my still-ejaculating cocks, I made a wall vanish so that I could look more easily upon my domain. With nobody around to sully its perfection, Heaven made a perfect home. Of course, there was the small little area that was apparently the Gods' Heaven, with all the ex-Gods--some of them were none too happy about what I'd done with Heaven, since they had lovers whom they would regularly visit--but they weren't as powerful as I was, being retired, so I just told them to go fuck themselves and walled the place off into its own tiny dimension. I wasn't about to have that pimple marring my realm's beauty.
I turned around and walked back toward the bed. As I knew it would, my computer chimed as a new message came in. The specific tone told me that it had to do with marketing the Glorious Girl movie--another aspect over which I had insisted on full control. Waving my hand, Valerie and Amia flew off my dicks--though I continued to spurt cum, soaking them and the bed--and a voice began reading the message aloud once I made my two sluts deaf.
It was my voice, of course, and I began idly jacking my cocks at how sexy I sounded.
"Ms. Michaels," read the message. I shrugged. It would have to do. Really, they should be calling me "Goddess" or "Your Divine Eminence" or even something as simple as "My Lady", and they definitely shouldn't be using my name, but I knew that as long as I didn't reveal myself to them they would keep doing that.
"We represent a consortium of the world's major broadcasters. They felt this move was necessary as you had consistently replied to any individual offer saying that you would not tolerate any competition against an interview. Accordingly, we will ensure that every television station, everywhere in the world, will air your interview live. Please respond so that we can discuss times and compensation."
I laughed. "Discuss"? I wasn't about to discuss.
I spoke aloud as I composed my reply.
"This is acceptable to me so long as my conditions are met. First, I will be compensated for my appearance at a rate of two thousand dollars per second. Second, no advertisements may air during the interview, nor shall you attempt to profit from my appearance in any other way. Third, I have complete control over who the interviewer will be and who shall be in the audience. Fourth, the interview, on its initial airing, shall be live with no tape delay. Fifth, the interview must take place at the start of prime time on the eastern coast of the United States on the first Sunday of February. It shall then air continuously on repeat for the entire twenty-four hours after it began. Sixth, I will not consider any future requests for interviews. Seventh, any further demands or stipulations on my part will be met immediately without regard to inconvenience or expense."
I didn't bother signing the message and sent it.
I made an image of the teleconference in which all the network heads were talking frantically appear. I laughed as they sweated over various petty issues like a major sporting event due to occur that day, but ultimately agreed to meet my demands.
"Okay, you two," I said as I relaxed my flow of cum, releasing the block on my slaves' hearing, "I'm going down to Earth for a bit. Eat each other out until I get back. Whoever drinks more of my cum out of the other's cunt gets to be fucked by forty-inch cocks next time."
My palace disappeared from around me as I shifted my physical form into my mansion on Earth. I made a list of possible interviewers appear and almost instantly eliminated most of them from consideration. It didn't take me much longer to settle on a relative newcomer, Jessica Oubel, who was the weather reporter from a tiny station serving a small part of rural Wyoming. She was young, but she was hot, at least as long as you didn't compare her to anyone I'd changed. I also knew that if she ever got the chance, she'd be perfect in the role of news anchor for a major network, not that that mattered. She would get her chance, of course, as she'd instantly become the most famous media personality in the world after the interview was done. The networks would be falling over themselves to get her.
I sent my choice to the consortium along with another demand, that Jessica be put up in a penthouse suite in downtown Los Angeles and waited on hand and foot until the interview. I also insisted that her pay be exactly half of mine. She was also to know that she was picked and receiving all her amenities at my insistence. I wanted her to be ecstatic at the opportunity, but at the same time intimidated by how I arranged for all of it.
I also put Jessica's body on an accelerated growth cycle, so that by the time of the interview she'd be a full seven feet, only six inches shorter than me, with similarly comparable tits and ass. Her hair would end up around her ankles. I sent off another reply, adding that Jessica's wardrobe be designed by top clothiers, in new, unique styles. I made sure that the clothes would fit her at the end of her growth even though the measurements would be taken when it had barely begun.
I spent the weeks before the interview picking out the audience from the world's population, ensuring similarly luxurious accommodations for them until the show, and calling in my Earthbound angels one by one so that I could fuck them silly.
--
Jessica adjusted the dress across her massive breasts. It was an incredible dress and, she was told, hers to keep, along with the other nine hundred and ninety-nine in her wardrobe. It was riding up her huge ass a bit, but she didn't mind that too much. She tried to settle the butterflies in her stomach as the tiniest amount of powder was applied to her face. Who was this actress that she could get her interviewer treated like a queen?
Looking in the mirror, she smiled, and felt her pussy getting slick.
"Not now," she muttered under her breath. She'd been turning herself on for the last few weeks, wishing the image in the mirror would step out and throw her down on her bed so that they could fuck each other into exhaustion. She tore her eyes away and focused on the job at hand.
Sitting down, she put up her legs, and one of the wardrobe ladies ran over with her best heels. Jessica stood up again once they were on, finding her balance in these shoes, with their six-inch platforms and twelve-inch heels, much better than her balance in the shoes she had been wearing, which had mere three-inch platforms with seven-inch heels.
Enjoying the feeling of her tight dress gripping her and moving with her body as she walked, Jessica went out onto the stage, sat down on the chair provided for her, and waited for the cameras to roll.
--
Veronica White and Steve Dean stepped out of the limousine that had brought them from their hotel to the studio. They'd been there about a week and thoroughly enjoyed their stay. They were promised a significant sum of money for appearing in the audience of this show, enough to pay off their student debt and put a sizable down payment on a house, at least.
"So do you think it's strange?" asked Steve.
"What's strange?" replied Veronica.
"All this. I mean, this is just some actress, right? So why the screening process, why the luxury hotel, why the new wardrobe? All for one interview?"
"I don't know, and frankly I don't care. Just shut up, sit in that audience and don't fuck this up or else."
"Or else what? I'm on the couch tonight? Not likely. If you're half as horny as I am you'll be all over me."
Veronica blushed. The blush spread to her new huge boobs and Steve's eyes followed it. He felt his own huge cock hardening, and desperately tried to will it soft again before it reached its full sixteen inches. His pants were already tight enough.
"And another thing. What about our bodies? I mean, I'm not complaining about your tits, or my dick, or the other stuff, but isn't that a bit strange?"
Veronica tossed her head, causing her knee-length hair to flail about, and dragged Steve to their seats.
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