Chapter 4

The change was subtler and yet it couldn’t escape Zoe’s notice, for once. Her clothes had changed - and her body had been cleaned. The clothes still looked the same, but they were slightly different, newer, of a better quality than whatever she could have bought for herself. And Miss Beckworth had obviously turned the piss on her into something else - perhaps nothing, she pondered, dread setting in her guts. But she put a weak smile on her face as she looked at the Godling looking at her with so much love she could almost feel it physically.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to try to make everything perfect for you?” the omnipotent being asked her gently. “You deserve it, Zoe. You’re so pretty, so gentle, so deserving of everything I can give you…”

“I don’t think I am any of that,” Zoe chuckled. “But… but thank you… If you… perhaps we could…” she stopped, unsure and caressing her fingers nervously. “I’m not really comfortable… in… the…” she stopped as she took her surroundings in.

She was at the office. Her cubicle, to be precise, and she was sitting in her chair, even before she could ask Miss Beckworth to just unfreeze time around them. She shivered. The Godling didn’t seem to need to read her mind. If she truly saw her timeline, every second of it, if she lived them all at the same time, perhaps it was just a matter of seeing what she herself was about to say, but had already happened, or was happening for the Godling. Zoe put her head into her hands, terribly worried.

“Why me?” she whispered to herself. “I’m… a nobody… A loser… Why me?”

“Because you’re the most beautiful person in this tiny Universe, Zoe” whispered Miss Beckworth in her left ears, startling her. “Don’t belittle yourself, my Soulmate. If a being like me feels like that about you, shouldn’t it be enough for you to know it’s true?”

She felt enormous, in her back. She was probably back to her “natural” size of 8 meters tall, if she possessed one. Zoe frowned. How could she know about her size? She had never seen the Godling in all her glory, right? Unless she had somehow been given some knowledge from another timeline? No, not a timeline, just an event that hadn’t happened to her but had for the Godling. She gasped. It was absolutely too enormous for her to take in, and she felt her breathing stuck in her lungs.

“It’s okay, Zoe, you can feel safe and secure with me… I’m here with you, I focus on you. Well, not entirely of course. I need to do… a lot of things at the same time. But you’re the most important thing in my existence, Zoe.”

The small woman felt the power of the Godling breath on her back. It felt like a flow of gold and emeralds somehow, it smelt of power and greatness. It was deeply, undeniably, unhuman. She wasn’t sure she could look at the Godling in all her power and glory. Zoe gulped down her saliva. She wanted to see Miss Beckworth. And so she did. One moment she was at her cubicle, the next she was in the office of the new owner of the company, looking up at the Godling. A very naked Godling.

“You like what you see” purred the giantess, smirking a little as she took a pose for Zoe, whose mouth felt dry as her jaw hanged. “It is… reassuring for me, you know?”

“Reassuring?” Zoe repeated, her brain fried by the sight in front of her.

The stranger in the subway had been beautiful, and somehow she felt as if she had already seen Miss Beckworth in an almost as grandiose display, even if it was impossible. But the Godling in front of her was something else. The aura of divinity was palpable. A halo of light surrounded her, produced seemingly not by anything, not even her body. It just was, light of colors Zoe had no words for. Her eyes shone brightly, cerulean pools of lights without any irises or pupils or white, simply orbs of glowing power. And her body!

Unconsciously, Zoe put her hands on her own chest, flat as a board and compared it to the voluptuous body in front of her. It was, plain and simple, an impossible body. No human could have breast that big, easily four time the size of the Godling’s head, that refused to submit to gravity. No woman could have such large hips and ass and yet a thin waist, to the point that Miss Beckworth looked straight out of a pornographic comic book. Like the one Zoe sometimes - often - looked at at home. She opened her mouth.

“Yes, I take that form because I know it pleases you, Zoe” the divine creature said, answering the question she had meant to say but had already spoken for the impossible being in front of her. “And just so you know, as we speak, I am explaining to your coworkers what I’ll tell you now, only in a more modest form.”

She didn’t wave her fingers but another person appeared. She looked like the Miss Beckworth from Zoe’s childhood, albeit in better health, with proper clothing and a calmly confident look on her face. Unassumingly human. The small woman frowned. It seemed almost ludicrous to compare the two aspects of the Godling. They couldn’t be the same person, surely? That old woman would have looked human. And it birthed a thought in her mind, one she hoped Miss Beckworth would let her speak out loud.

“Laurene” she heard the colossal being in front of her say as she opened her own mouth, her voice honeyed omnipotence made manifest.

“Laurene” repeated the old woman, her voice plainly human and yet super charged in emotions that went beyond what humans could express or feel.

“Laurene” added a third, sultry voice, as large hands descended on Zoe’s small and lithe body, caressing it in a way that betrayed something of the otherworldly frustrations that gripped the all-powerful being in front of her - or perhaps everywhere, everytime, all at once, around her was more correct. “Call me by my name, Zoe, darling,” continued the third voice, its timbre deepened by desires that made the poor woman both weak in the knees and fluttery in the belly. “That’s my name, and I want you to say it, to give it meaning. Do that and I’ll do anything you want.”

“But… if, uf, if I do, I’ll always, uh, have done it for… uh… from your point of view, so… so it won’t have any meaning, right Miss Beckworth?” Zoe managed to mumble even as the large fingers of a female, probably a tad over three meters tall, snaked their way underneath her clothes even as their owner groaned, seemingly exasperated, and that the glorious Godling chuckled tenderly and the human looking old one smiled amusedly.

“It’ll mean everything to me” the one in Zoe’s back growled, barely containing a need that was horrifying in its intensity, as if the Godling was becoming unable to refrain herself now that they were truly interacting. “Every time you say my name, I feel better, Zoe Zafiakis… But now would be perfection, as I wouldn’t have to rewind it, it’d be your first time… Say my name, please…” the voice continued as the small woman felt a large tongue licking her left ear, and large fingers grazing her sensitive nipples.

“    uh…” Zoe gulped, unable to push the sounds, to force her mouth to form the words. “La…uh.. Lau… Laurene…” she finally managed to say and she fell forward, barely managing to stop her face from slapping against the floor with her hands hastily pushing back.

The Godling was nowhere to be seen now, but she was everywhere to be felt. The whole world seemed to vibrate at the frequency of her moan, a savage pleasure that seemed to impregnate everything around Zoe. Not, not just around her, she realized with pure, paralyzing, terror. She was vibrating, her whole body following suit to be in tune with the lustful groan that the invisible Miss Beckworth was letting out. And then, she was kissing her, as Zoe found herself no longer on the floor but on the naked body of the glorious divine body she had seen earlier.

“Zoe… Zoe… Oh, my Zoe…” whispered the Godling, even as their kiss never broke - and yet the tiny woman didn’t feel as if she was lacking oxygen, in fact it felt as if she was breathing in Miss Beckworth and that it was enough to make up for all her needs. “I have waited for you to live such a moment, this moment, for so long… You are… oh so soft and fragile and precious. Nothing hurts you anymore and all is bliss… No, nothing will hurt you and all will be bliss in your life, sorry. This kiss means so much to me that adapting to your comprehension of time… harder. Oh Zoe…”

Poor Zoe felt utterly overwhelmed. She had never been engulfed by a being the size of Miss Beckworth - Laurene, the name almost imposed itself on her, as if the omnipotent being was inside her brain with her, and perhaps she was - before, of course. But more than that, she had never been loved like that. She was the runt middle child of a litter of three, and both her older sister and younger brother had been far more loved by her parents - they hadn’t dropped out of college for starters, not they had been troublemaker children like she had been.

For the first time in her life, she felt pure, unadulterated, love washing over her, with such a potency that it made her weak, almost sick. She needed it to stop, but she didn’t feel as if she had the strength of will to not let herself be dissolved into that tidal wave of emotion. She was certain that if it lasted a while longer, her very being would unravel, becoming nothing more than a flurry of unrelated atoms, unmade by the goddess that kissed her and didn’t want to let go. And just as she feared it’d happen, the kiss was broken and she gasped.

“Sorry my Zoe,” said Miss Beck - Laurene -, sounding contrite, as her impossible eyes looked at the tiny woman’s. “I let my emotions get the better of me. You want - wanted to ask me a question, go on. It’ll do you good.”

“I…” Zoe started, as she tried to recollect her memories, her sense of self really, to remember what she wanted to ask - and she managed, somehow, even as immense digits were caressing her back and her long wavy black hair and the impossibly beatific face of Mi - Laurene looked at her with adoration. “How many people I interact with are real?”

“All of them of course,” Laurene - Miss Beckworth!- chuckled. “Or am I not real?”

“No!” shouted Zoe, before shrinking into herself, shocked by her outburst. “You… you’re real of course, the… uh, the realest thing ever, Mi… Lau… Lau…Laurene!”

And it was true. Somehow, the creature that couldn’t exist, whose very presence made a mockery of the laws of the Universe felt more real than anything else. Even looking down at her own body, Zoe felt as if it was made of a more ethereal, ephemeral, material than the Godling’s. It was more than a little horrifying to be honest, but she couldn’t help it. She and everything she took for real were perhaps just the fantasies of that impossible Entity that wanted nothing more than to kiss her again.

“I… I mean… How many people are distinct from you” she tried again.

“Oh… I think I guess what you mean. Of course, it’s a question that only makes sense because of your limited senses and comprehension of the Universe you live in. The woman in the subway is me, but also distinct from me, like the hair on your body is you but distinct from the reality of you. But I get the meaning, you want to know how many Humans you’ve interacted with the last three years, yes?”

“Uuh, yes?” Zoe timidly stated, utterly cowed by the explanations of Laurene more so than her feats, somehow - Miss Beckworth, she tried to correct herself but that manner to name the Godling didn’t seem to come to her naturally anymore.

“Well then… I’d say about two thirds of your subway crowd was me. What? I need to keep an eye on you, and I needed various guises to try and get the perfect first date with you. Not that you remember, I rewinded everytime, but still. As for work… You’re really adorable when you ask me if you can take my notes to bring them to the post service,” beamed the god-like entity as she revealed how much she was a part of Zoe’s life. 

“You’re Marc!?” the tiny woman gasped, so shocked by this revelation that she forgot to be shocked by anything else.

She was afraid of all men, after what Ron had done to her. But Marc had arrived two years ago, and he was so kind and gentle and confident that she couldn’t help but feel somewhat attracted to him. Among her coworkers, he was the one who truly tried to strike a conversation with her from time to time, and was truly affectionate, even if it meant that sometimes she wished he’d let her retreat a little bit more into her shell. And now she discovered he was just a mask for the Being hugging her.

“None of those people are real then?” she added, stunned by this realization.

“I guess for you they aren’t… Do you want them to be? I can make them real in the way you understand… but just so we’re clear, I’m not letting my creations steal my Soulmate. And no, it isn’t tiring or difficult to have so few little disguises on Earth. I could double the world’s population with them and it still wouldn’t take a billion times a billion of a tenth of the energy you use just to see, Zoe.”

“That’s… that’s not much” chuckled the poor woman, pushing the understatement of the century through her lips.

“No it’s not, it’s nothing. I can do so much more. So much more, too much for you to even comprehend… But if you want to, I can make them real. But I’ll also make sure they aren’t interested in you. I’m not letting anyone ever even come close to you if they could be interested in you sexually, just so we’re clear. I’m an exclusive lover.”

“But, uh.. I… Laur… Miss… Laurene… I can’t satisfy you!” Zoe gasped, as she found the idea of being the sole partner of this divinity absolutely ridiculous - there was no way she could ever hope to keep up with the Godling, let alone be a real partner for her. “It’s just impossible.”

“Nothing is impossible for me” the Godling purred. “I’ll show you.”

Zoe shivered, and she clung to the colossal bosom of the Godling, as she prepared for whatever she’d unleash on her now. Then she remembered that Laur - Miss - Laurene was supposed to tell her about her future. She wasn’t certain that the god-like entity which had been human was really feeling like telling her now, she seemed too consumed to do that just yet. But the poor woman felt she had to try and at least delay the incoming madness a little.

“Uh… excuse me but, uh… what’ll happen with my, uh, my job?” she asked, and it seemed to stop the Godling in her track.

“Oh yes… I haven’t actually told you yet, sorry. You’re so cute it’s hard to focus, even for me! Well, to be blunt and to the point, you don’t have a job anymore, starting tomorrow. Our automatons will take it. You’ll receive universal living paychecks, of course, like everyone else. Not that you’ll need that, anyway.”

“Uh… Why? I, uh… I think I’d need that? For, uh, clothes, and, and stuff…” Zoe finished, almost whispering under the impossible gaze of the Godling, who was raising her eyebrows in disbelief.

“Zoe, darling. We’re living together now. I’ll give you anything you may want - if possible before you even want it, because I don’t want you to be left wanting. You’ll love it.”

Zoe wasn’t sure of it, just yet.