Chapter 5

Zoe sighed, passing her hand in her long black hair as she looked at her desk. There wasn’t much here that truly belonged to her. A picture of a sunny beach, somewhere under the tropics, where she had never been. A small plant in a pot, its pinkish flowers almost the sole touch of color in the dull grey cubicle. And nothing else. The pens belonged to the business owner. So did the computer, its screens, and everything else. And that was it, the only proof she had worked here for five years.

It was nothing, and it made her feel both sad and relieved. Sad, because it reminded her that she was nothing, no one. A faceless, obscure, office drone, with no passion, nothing to leave behind her once she’d die. And relieved, because it meant she was invisible, that she couldn’t be seen by other people. And if she was invisible, nobody could hurt her, she only had to scuttle around them and avoid danger.

She looked around her as she exited the cubicle at the end of her day work. She had spent the day preparing her files for the automatons, even if she was almost certain it was useless work. It had simply been something to occupy her time until the end of her last work day ever. She shivered a little as she pondered what her life would be from now on. Then she squeaked when she felt a large hand on her behind.

“Oh, now that was delicious to hear,” chuckled Marc - no, Miss Beckworth, uh Laurene! “It was well worth letting you finish your day, just to enjoy it. Now, come here, my sweet darling…”

Before she could react, Zoe was pulled back into her cubicle, large lips pressing on her - feminine lips. Enormous flesh boulders pressed on her torso, dwarfing it by a wide margin. Faster than she was even able to realize, Marc had shifted from a normal, if tall, man to a towering goddess that should never have fit in her cubicle, and yet here she was, taller than ever, easily twenty meters or so. Zoe’s mind reeled. It was absolutely too much and she trashed into the embrace of the Godling, who broke the kiss, surprised.

“Oh… Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, my Zoe,” Laurene - Miss Beckworth! Miss! Beckworth! - almost meekly said the Godling, as she looked at the tiny woman in her hands, smelling almost worriedly. “It’s just… you’re so beautiful and gentle and I love and I want you, with me, all the time… Say, would you like to be into a pendant with me? I’d keep you safe that way, and I’d make sure you wouldn’t experience anything impossible for you to endure or comprehend.”

“Uh… no?” Zoe dared to say, almost shrinking into the hands of the impossible being, whose fingers were larger and longer than her puny body. “I… I’d rather, uh… I’d rather not?”

“Ooow,” pouted the Godling, but Zoe had a hard time deciding if she was genuinely sad that she hadn’t accepted or if it was amusing for her - perhaps a bit of both.

Trying to understand the impulses and desires of an Entity like Laurene had become - shouldn’t she think about her in another way?  - was probably not a good idea. Her mortal brain was simply not equipped to deal with the insanity that was the Godling’s very existence. A Non-Euclidian creature like her was impossible to fully understand. At least she seemed to be genuinely in love with her, tiny Zoe Zafiakis. It was probably a good thing, right? Better than if she hated her, at least, surely.

“Hum… I… uh… I hope it won’t bother you, L… Laurene but, uh…”

“You can’t call me like you want to?” gasped the giantess as she rose to her full towering height, still holding Zoe in her hands, but far more protectively now. “Since when did… ah, the kiss, of course! Stupid, Laurene, very stupid!”

“Uh… is there something wrong, Miss Beckworth?”

Zoe blinked, several times. She was confused, why could she suddenly call Miss Beckworth, well, Miss Beckworth again? And why had she looked so alarmed for a moment, to the point that she had just sighed in relief when she had heard the small woman use her family name? Surely the Godling had done something to her mind? It couldn’t just be the towering height, the impossible walls of the cubicle that somehow hid away a 20 meters tall voluptuous bombshell goddess while being the same usual size and…

“Zoe, darling? Focus, everything is fine now” Miss Beckworth said softly and tenderly, even as she deposited the younger woman between her mountain-like tits. “We avoided a potential disaster, and I am - I will be ! - careful now, when we… interact as closely as we did earlier. I promise.”

“Uh… okay?” almost whined the poor zoe, who suddenly found her picture and her plant with her in the crevice of Miss Beckworth’s cleavage. “But, uh… what happened?”

“Nothing too dangerous yet, but when I kissed you, I… imposed myself on you more than I should. I was changing your mind to make you more… accommodating with my desire. We don’t want that.”

“No?”

“No. I don’t want to mess with your mind, or your perceptions, or anything that could potentially rob you of your status of Soulmate. I have to be careful with this, Zoe. Now, tell me, would you rather I bring you home immediately, or do you think you’d be okay for some fun at a bar? A young beauty like you needs to enjoy life to its fullest, don’t you agree?”

“Home!” squeaked Zoe, whose mind simply couldn’t comprehend the very idea of going to a bar, especially not with a being like Miss Beckworth, who would outclass her by orders of magnitude so vast it would have been ridiculous.

“Are you sure? If you go to the bar, you have a blast, I swear, my Zoe. I make sure of that. No, the home it is, I can see it, your timeline solidifying toward it. Well, your home it is then; just a moment and here we are.”

Zoe blinked. She wasn’t stuck between the mounds of the goddess crushing hard on her anymore. Instead she was standing in front of her door. Which was opening fast and a small - barely 2 meters and a half probably - Miss Beckworth was there, very naked, very horny and very strong, as she caught Zoe and brought her into a bear hug of a kiss, closing the door and carrying the smaller woman toward her bedroom - which was a very short distance in this minuscule two room apartment.

“Hum… Miss…” Zoe stopped and took a deep breath. “Laurene. Can you, uh… can you tell me what you want to do? It’s, uh… it’s really… a little… unnerving not to know…”

“Oh, you said my name of your own volition” the Godling purred, her eyes, which had been humans up until now suddenly flashed a blue light, startling Zoe. “To answer you, darling… I want to eat you out. I want to make you scream in ecstasy as my tongue pleases you down there. And I’ll be caressing you all over… I want you to experience all the joys that a lover like me can give you. And then, we’ll settle together, my Zoe…”

The young woman was speechless. It didn’t bother the Godling handling her. In a split second, she was on her bed, still clutching her plant and her picture, as the large form of Laurene Beckworth beamed at her, from over the prow of her breasts, a vibrant picture of a sexually insatiable Goddess of Lust. She beamed a large smile at Zoe, letting her golden hair - literally made of gold, it seemed, And she was very naked, the human realized.

“You do care about those two things…” Miss Beckworth whispered and suddenly she was holding them. “Then they are precious to me, and nothing shall alter them… but they aren’t needed just yet. No, we just need us, right now, my Zoe…”

Zoe gasped. She was naked. She hadn’t been naked all this time, but here she was. Had Miss Beckworth simply unmade her new clothes, or had she folded them somewhere or… She had no time to consider that question, when the woman from the subway appeared on her side, leant forward, and kissed her on the mouth. All that Zoe could think about however was that the subway woman's large breasts were very warm on her thin torso - and very naked. She groped them and earned an appreciative growl in her mouth.

Then she felt her legs being spread. gently, but firmly, and in an inescapable way. The taller form of Laurene was there, she could feel her - she could sense that the more god-like body of the Godling was approaching her private region, and she squirmed a little. She didn’t feel ready yet. The last time anyone had touched her down there had been Ron and. Her mind blanked. She gasped and tensed, as pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced coursed through her.

She cried, floodgates opening, as more and more waves of that same, otherworldly, pleasure washed over her, leaving her panting, gasping, almost gagging, her body barely able to endure it. And the subway woman, Laurene also, was still there, only she was now positioning herself so Zoe could suck on one of her large boobs. Her nipple pressed gently between the gaping lips of the smaller woman, who couldn’t help herself and took it in, licking it, suckling it.

“Oh my Zoe… You needed this so much,” another voice purred, as another, a third, far larger form, appeared, apparently out of thin air, as the walls of Zoe’s apartment seemed to move to give her space.

She was absolutely gigantic, the bigger Laurene Beckworth that Zoe had seen yet. She couldn’t be smaller than a hundred meters tall, and the bed she had been on was now the palm of that giantess’ hand. And her other facets - Zoe couldn’t think of any other way to call them - were still there, of course. The subway woman caressed her head, nursed her, and kissed her forehead tenderly. The amazonian goddess whose head was between her legs gave head and made her experience that impossible pleasure that left her crying like a terrified little girl, each time the large tongue touched her folds, or any other part of her.

“My Zoe…” the gigantic form of Laurene rumbled gently and her voice alone forced the small woman to look up and focus entirely on that enormous being that held her in the palm of her hand. “I’m so happy. I know it’s a lot to take in for you, but you’ll see that I'm truly trying to make it all Human friendly.”

“But I can’t give you pleasure,” gasped Zoe, and Miss Beckworth’s eyes bulged, as if she was genuinely surprised by her words - even the facet between her legs stopped and looked at Zoe’s face, stunned.

“You… you want to pleasure… me?” Laurene asked, the giant goddess’s voice was heavily laced with incredulity. “You do want to pleasure me” she repeated, and it wasn’t a question now, but an affirmation, as she had probably peered into the future of the minuscule woman in her hand. “Oh my Zoe… This is why you are my Soulmate, darling. Only you would want to feel bad because you don’t get to pleasure a goddess like me… Do you think you could… lick my fingers?”

It was Zoe’s turn to be stunned now, as a finger the size of an electric pole approached her and stopped just a few millimeters from her face. It seemed ridiculous. It had to be a joke, she couldn’t be satisfied with just that, surely? And yet, it seemed she was waiting, expecting her to do so. Her other facets had stopped and were simply caressing her, holding her in her lovely embraces, the larger one having put her head on her belly, clutching her legs, while the subway woman had helped her sit on the palm, her own generous torso acting like a pillow.

“Are you… uh… sure that, uh… something like that would be… be enough?” she stuttered.

“It would be more than I ever expected” the three facets purred in unison. 

Zoe did as the Godling wanted. She lifted her face a little, her small nose brushing over the impossible skin in front of her, too smooth, lacking in any fingerprints. She opened her mouth, her breath passing over the pale monolith and then she slowly extended her tongue and tentatively licked that strange skin. She had expected nothing to happen. She’d lick the skin, the Godling would chuckle or purr and that would be it.

The scream of pleasure from the three facets was too much to bear and for a split second, Zoe was sure she was dead. She could have sworn she felt her body unravelling, the primordial forces keeping her atoms together on the verge of breaking. But no, she was still her, still alive, and she was floating over her bed, her little room empty, but for the presence of Laurene Beckworth, and that presence alone was enough to make the small woman cry, her mind groaning under the pressure it exerted.

“I’m sorry my Zoe,” Laurene whispered tenderly in her ear, large arms coiling around the tiny frame of the woman to keep her in place, arms that belonged to something that shouldn’t have been able to fit into her apartment. “You’re too much for me I’m afraid. My perfect little lover. Here, let me give you a gift for your cuteness” she added as she clasped a necklace around Zoe’s neck.

“What’s that?” dared to ask the cowed woman as she lifted the pendant at the end of the necklace and noticed that it produced a strange, pulsating blue light.

“Oh that? It’s just a pulsar I created for you. Since I know you don’t know what a pulsar is, here’s the explanation, my darling Zoe. It is a highly magnetized rotating neutron star that emits beams of electromagnetic radiation out of its magnetic poles. It has a rotation speed of one full rotation every two seconds, this one, so you can see the changes in the light. I felt that going for the prettiest with a rotation every half millisecond would be a waste for your eyes, as you wouldn’t have noticed it. Don’t worry, I made sure the encasing rendered it harmless for you to wear. Happy?”

Zoe looked at the pendant, with its radiant pulsating light, then at the beaming face of the large facet of Laurene Beckworth holding her. She looked a lot like a mix between the subway woman and the old Miss Beckworth’s face - albeit far younger, of course. The Godling smiled at her expectantly. And Zoe’s eyes rolled in her orbits as she lost consciousness.