Chapter 6

Zoe grunted as she opened her eyes. She looked around her, needing a few seconds to recognize where she was. Her own tiny bedroom. In her tiny bed. Naked, yes, but alone. And swinging on her doorknob, the pendant with the star in it. A real star. She gasped and shuddered a little. It hadn’t been a dream, but she was alone. She couldn’t feel Miss Beckworth around, and it seemed that all was silent in her apartment. Slowly, she got out of bed, sighing.

She didn’t need her alarm to set off tomorrow. It was a strange sensation, one she hadn’t experienced since… Since she had dropped out of college. It was a strange realization, as she had never even considered that connection. She was back out of anything to do, stuck in her home. But at least, she wasn’t crying, wasn’t shivering and she felt strangely safe. Perhaps because, while she was really way too much for her to take in properly, the Godling was loving her, in her incomprehensible way.

“It’s insane” she mumbled to herself. “But I guess now, it’s not really important that I dropped out of college. Nobody’s working anymore anyway… Don’t you agree, little star?” she asked her new necklace. “Someone like… someone like me? I shouldn’t even be a thought in the head of someone like Miss Beckworth… I’m nothing. And she… she’s a Goddess, capital G, right? I should… perhaps I should join in with her Church?”

“I’d rather not you worship me, Zoe” whispered Miss Beckworth, making the tiny woman jump high in the air with a squeak of terror, stopping mid jump when large hands seized her body and turned it to face the beatific face of the Godling. “I want you to be my Soulmate, my lover, my other half. Not a worshipper. It’d tilt our relationship toward a very unequal situation that I’m not comfortable with.”

“Uh… La… Laurene… you are a Godling…” Zoe weakly retorted, the word alone carrying the weight of an impossible difference of power that meant the power dynamic in their relationship could only flow one way, as far as the tiny woman was concerned.

“I know but…” she sighed, before she continued. “I understand why you think it means I have more power than you. But I assure you I don’t. I can do things you can’t do, yes, but I’m not… I’m not the boss of you, my Zoe. And you have power over me. Should you… should you wish me out of your life, I’d leave, and you’d never see me again as I… I’d get so much more powerful that I couldn’t stay in your Universe in the first place. So, you see? You’re not hapless and dependent on me.”

“Uh… making you more powerful, it’s, uh…” Zoe said, searching her words, but she couldn’t articulate how inadequate it was to show a more balanced relationship - and it showed as Miss Beckworth looked crestfallen.

“I’m sorry, Zoe. I… It is hard to remember how it was to be Human. But I swear you’re the most important thing for me, in this whole Universe… Won’t you… Give us a chance? I promise it won’t always be… me disrobing you. Or events like that. It’s just… It's a little hard to contain myself, but I’d love to try it. If you want me.”

“You… you’re really giving me the choice? To… to me?” Zoe blurted, stunned. “Why?”

“Why not? You’re the one that matters, my Zoe… Does it bother you that I call you that? I… I’m trying not to look at your timeline, just so you know to, uh, to make you feel safer and more comfortable. I… I don’t want to make you faint again… I don’t want to, you know, make you uneasy, and show impossible things to you that you can’t take in…”

“Uh… doesn’t, hum, shouldn’t it also, uh… I mean, you’re a little, ah… A little too tall for my apartment's ceiling. I… I think? If it’s okay with you?”

Laurene Beckworth blinked and looked around, as if she was taking in for the first time that her at least five meters tall body couldn’t possibly fit in the low-ceiling apartment she currently shared with Zoe. She looked genuinely shocked as if she hadn’t realized how difficult it was for Zoe to contend with the fact her walls didn’t seem farther away, her ceiling higher, and yet the Godling had her towering frame, able to hold the tiny Greek woman as if she was a large stuffed animal.

“Is it really… making you uncomfortable? I… It’s a little hard for me nowadays to keep a… more normal size. And I like being way taller than you, it makes me feel like I can keep you safer that way. Not that I need that, I’m always keeping an eye on you, my Zoe. I’m always making sure you’re fine. Not in a stalker way but more in a… dropping a penny your way to make your day, that kind of thing, you know?”

“Oh, uh… okay?” squeaked Zoe. “But , uh… could we be clothed at least?”

She had barely finished her sentence that she was fully clothed, in a prim and proper short dress, that barely reached her knees, her petite and svelte body largely exposed as her arms and back were not covered - but at least she had a panty on. As for Miss Beckworth, the Godling looked stunning in a long deep red dress that clung to her incredible curves, somehow making them seem larger than a second ago - then again, perhaps they were bigger. Zoe gulped.

“You love them, don’t you. My curves. I was never that… impressive as a Human, even in my youth. Just a small raggedy little thing, not unlike you. But now I can be something that excites you, that makes your heart beat faster when you look at me. You can touch them, if you want to. I, for one, am never going to wear underwear with you around. I’d need to clean it too often” she explained, brushing her lips near Zoe’s ear. “Come on, cop a feel…”

Zoe did as she was told. She couldn’t help it. In the secret of her room, even as she felt sullied forever by what Ron had done to her, she had touched herself, fantasizing about a woman just like Miss Beckworth, an impossible curvy body full also of amazonian power. And now, the Godling was offering her to try it, to touch those mounds of white flesh and yet seemingly tanned by the sun, contrasting by the platinum blonde hair of the entity holding her and looking at her expectantly.

“Hum, oh yes… I love that, your tiny fingers on me, Zoe,” Miss Beckworth purred, as Zoe’s hands found their way toward the enormous breasts barely covered by the dress she had conjured out of inexistence.

Zoe couldn’t help herself. She grazed the ridiculously enormous knockers of the giant being holding her. They were warm to the touch and strangely soft. She realized with some stupor that she couldn’t feel the dress that was largely covering them. Was it an illusion, something Laurene Beckworth had conjured for her sake, a trick of the light more so than a real matter. She gulped, fear of the unknown swirling inside of her. And yet, there was something else mounting inside of her.

“Can I… Uh… Can I…Miss… Hum… Can I… Laurene… I’d like to… touch your nipples, Miss… Uh…” she stopped, stammering weakly as she looked up at the enormous visage of the Godling whose lips suddenly were sealed on her face, her tongue invading the tiny woman’s mouth with an unstoppable power.

Enormous hands - different than the ones holding her, guided Zoe’s toward the nearest nipple. The small woman gasped into the unstoppable kiss as she felt her frail fingers being deposited on the large fleshy knob. It was hardening by the seconds, and in fact she wondered if she wasn’t shrinking herself, as it seemed to never stop growing. A loud moan rattled her, as the Godling seemed transfixed by the situation, her eyes turning into flashing pools of cerulean fire.

She held to the engorged nipple with fervent terror. How could she not worship an impossible being like Laurene Beckworth? The Godling was a Goddess, plain and simple. How could she not join her Church and pray to her for good health, success in life and any of the other stuff that the preachers among each of the Godlings’ devotees proclaimed the new Pantheon of Earth granted to those who truly followed their teachings of Love and Compassion. 

“I love you, Zoe” Miss Beckworth said, breaking the kiss finally, tears of radiant light trailing on her cheeks. “I love you so much, that not being with you constantly was physically painful to me. I’m yours to take. Ask me anything, anything, and I shall give it to you. And if you just feel like wanting to touch me, anywhere, anytime… do it. There is no place inappropriate, no moment I’d rather you didn’t. The bodies I make are for you and your pleasure alone…”

“Uh… can I… cook something for you?” Zoe blurted, surprising herself and the Godling in equal measure apparently, as Laurene Beckworth chuckled, seemingly confused.

“You want to cook for me? I… It bothers me to make you do anything for me. It feels… unfair… Are you sure you want that?”

“Yes?” Zoe squeaked, smiling weakly. “It’d… uh… it’d help me to, uh… settle in with… everything?” she tried to explain, gesturing as the towering, impossible, form of the Godling.

She was gently dropped on the ground and the sensual beauty shrank down, to a more reasonable two meters tall, looking far less impossible. The curvaceous body shifted to give some space to Zoe so she could move toward the tiny kitchen. The small woman gulped when she felt the powerful footsteps of the Godling following her, the intensity of her gaze painfully obvious on her back - and the flashing blue light that still betrayed the Entity’s attention being fixed on her.

“Uh… do you want… something special to… to eat?” she warbled softly.

“What you have in the fridge seems fine to me,” replied the buxom amazon, tenderly.

Zoe dimly wondered if the Godling had needed to look at her fridge or didn’t even need to - and if she had added anything in there. SHe decided she didn’t care, she couldn’t afford to. With a sigh, she fished two eggs, a bit of minced meat and fresh brocolis she had bought two days ago. With that, she planned to make some light hamburgers, like she had seen in a video on Facebook recently. Hopefully, it’d be enough for her guest. And just then, she felt Laurene’s large body snuggling against her own.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help, my Zoe?” she purred gently, her hands settling on the thin shoulders of the small woman.

“No, it’s fine!” Zoe replied, wincing at how high pitched her voice was suddenly, and how tense she felt as the large fingers kneaded her shoulders and upper back.

“Hum… then I think I’ll just stay here, with you, watching you cook. You don’t mind it. You’re really adorable Zoe. I promise I’m not touching you places you don’t want to…”

“Uh… you… you’re doing it again, La… Laurene…” stuttered Zoe, her hands shaking. “You know, speaking about, uh, future events and all… and uh, using the present tense…”

“Oh. You’re right… but I don’t hear a complaint about me doing that…” the Godling chuckled, as her hands descended toward Zoe’s hips, just as two heavy weights settled on the freed shoulders, as Laurene squatted. “Do you want me to continue going further, Zoe?”

“The.. the food will, uh…” tried the small woman, but she stopped, knowing that whatever opposition she could put forward would be dismissed by the god-like entity fondling her. “I want to cook now, we, uh… we have the rest of the night for, uh… if you want to… I mean…”

The Godling grunted, seemingly a little dejected. But she didn’t move, and Zoe was forced to continue preparing their evening meal with some difficulty. She didn’t dare complain however as she felt that Miss Beckworth wouldn’t be able to contain herself if she did. It was better to take things as they came, slowly and carefully. Finally, after a few minutes, the food was ready and she found herself stuck in a new conundrum : she couldn’t bring it to her tiny table in front of her tiny sofa, being held like that by the Godling.

“Here, let me take them,” the amazonian figure offered, lifting the plates from Zoe’s hand and walking toward the sofa, covering the distance in but two steps, but each one displaying her backside curves with an exaggerated gait that made Zoe gulp and turn bright red. “My, my… What’s on your mind, Miss Zafiakis… I’m almost tempted to peek in there, just to know it… But I won’t! Now, come here, my Zoe, you need to eat,” she added, as she sat on the sofa, occupying almost all its available space.

“You can sit on my lap, Zoe” the Godling offered, patting herself as she did so. “I’d love for you to do that.”

“Uh… O… Okay…”

The frail woman didn’t dare oppose the Godling on that front. To be honest, it was a little arousing to think someone as enormous and beautiful and powerful like Laurene Beckworth was, was offering her something like that. She rounded around the sofa and sat on the lap of the small giantess, who sighed contentedly, as she offered her the plate containing more of the food she had just cooked. Zoe took it, blinking a little, looking upward only to see that the Godling’s rack blocked her view of her face - until it shrank in front of her, still massive but not to the point that it obstructed her vision.

“I don’t need to eat as much as you, my Zoe,” Laurene explained. “But I’ll savour your cooking with immense pleasure, I can assure you. Oh, but you forgot drinks! Here, now we have it” she added, as she willed two glasses full of clear water, which floated in the air nearby, as if it was perfectly normal.

“Uuuuh… thanks…”

“You’re welcome, Zoe. Always happy to help. Everyone, but you in particular” the Godling winked, her lips forming a sultry smile that made Zoe blush harder than ever and look down at her plate.

Still, she caught something from the corner of her eyes and she turned her head a little to look at it. She blinked, frowned and tried to remember if it was just something she had never noticed, but she knew it wasn’t the case. She closed her eyes, taking a long, deep breath, just to make sure it wasn’t just seeing things that weren’t real. But when she opened her eyes again and took a bite out of her meal, it was still here, definitely proving she wasn’t imagining things.

“Hum, Laurene… is that a door?”