Chapter 7

“Yes, it’s a door to… let’s say my home, even if it isn't quite true. I felt better to just connect it with yours, to make it easier for you to accept it. You should eat while it’s hot by the way my Zoe. It’s really, really good, and I don’t want to have your food be less good than mine!”

“Uuh…” mumbled Zoe, before she decided to do as the Godling was suggesting. 

She cut a portion of her food and brought it to her mouth, and to her delight it was truly good, and not just something Miss Beckworth had said to make her happy. She tensed however, when she felt large fingers caressing her back - fingers that froze when she reacted like that. But they weren’t removed and when she looked up meekly to the radiant face of the impossible being who had her in her lap, Laurene Beckworth looked only partially contrite.

“Sorry, Zoe. You’re just irresistible, so beautiful and gentle and adorable. I can’t help myself, you make me feel like a little girl, really!”

“A little girl with the power of God” whispered the small woman, and of course she was heard by the Godling, whose smile grew larger and whose fingers started to caress her again.

“Indeed. I’d like to say, all this power is for you, but that’s not entirely the case. I am… well, I guess everywhere in the Universe, and with you in particular so…”

“How did you not go insane?” Zoe blurted, trying to ignore the door as she slowly ate her plate. “Uh… if it’s okay asking? I’m sorry if I was rude, I…”

“Don’t worry, my Zoe. It’s a very normal question. In a more perfect timeline, you need not ask it before at least a year in our relationship because I, well… I manage to woo you. But you told me an imperfect timeline was sufficient for you so…” the Godling stopped as she looked at Zoe quizzically.

“Yes, it’s perfect!” squeaked the tiny woman, whose words made the giantess chuckle softly.

“Well, imperfect can’t be perfect… but I get your meaning. As for your question… if only our bodies or our abilities had been rendered greater by the cosmic event, I think we would have gone insane. The Human mind is not made for the truth we witnessed. But well, our mind was as changed as the rest of us. I guess that, if we were clinically diagnosed like Humans are, we Godlings could be classified as insane. Reality is, after all, relatively flimsy to us. here, look at your cat.”

“Mrs. Whiskers? What off her… wait a minute… I… I never had a cat…”

Zoe gulped hard as she looked at the two years old black and white cat moving around her small apartment. She distinctly remembered getting her from an acquaintance back then. And yet, she also knew she had no cat. She never had any pets. She bleached as she looked at the gentle animal with whom she shared so many memories and then Miss Beckworth. She opened her mouth but no words came out.

“I know, it’s frightening, but I needed to give you an example you could understand, my Zoe.”

“You created this cat?” the woman asked, her voice hollow.

“Yes. In your past. As I said, Time for us is akin to a line on a page for you. It is easy to add or remove events that have happened after our Awakening. In that regard, what you consider reality is considerably malleable to us Godlings. Only a few things can’t change : we are 30, we are all-powerful. And we are all, irrevocably, in love with a Soulmate, for whom we’d do almost anything, as long as it isn’t hurting others.”

“Could… could you change Miska’s name to…” Zoe started, but then blinked - the cat hadn’t been called Lina, surely? “Uuh… Laurene?”

“Sorry, sorry! You’re just so cute when you try to test the limits of my powers like that, it makes me want to stretch them a little! But I promise, I’ll limit myself to mundane stuff for now. No going and moving to other dimensions for you yet. Even if I know you love the one where light is alive.”

“What?”

“Well yes, I know it. You’ve been there. Well, you will, sorry and you loved it. I mean, you’ll love it. Gah ! Interacting with you is so hard! You make me feel so horny, Zoe, it’s hard to think straight! But don’t worry, I’ll wait until you’ve finished eating and drinking before carrying you to bed.”

As she said that, Miss Beckworth plucked one of the flying glasses and drank from it. For far too long. As big as it was, it should never have allowed her to drink non-stop for almost thirty seconds, as if she was chugging a whole bottle. And when she stopped, tilting it back upright, the level of water seemed to not have changed. Zoe shivered a little and focused on her plate. She couldn’t think of mysterious doors, flying glasses and a car that kept changing names and appearances in her memories as the Godling seemed mildly bored.

“It’s a little… no… it’s absolutely terrifying” she finally mumbled to herself.

“What is?” asked the Godling, as if she was truly unable to just see it - Zoe couldn’t tell if she pretended or if she simply tried to put her at ease by not living/watching through what the small woman would say before she said it.

“You. God exists, there are thirty of Him and they are horny.”

Zoe was stunned that she hadn’t stuttered saying that. She even managed to hold the inhuman gaze of Miss Beckworth’s eyes, two pulsating orbs of cerulean fire and lightning, which, more than the impossible curves, the mighty muscles or the towering size, reveal the fundamentally different nature of a Godling compared to… probably anything else in this Universe. She felt drawn to it now. Not cowed, not attracted - not yet that - but in spite of the terror that Laurene could inspire so easily, she was drawn to her.

“Are you… uh… it’s rude but… are you sure you’re Miss Beckworth? I… I mean!” she hastily added, as the amazonian form tilted her head on the side, seemingly confused. “How do you know you’re not, uh… something else that think it was Miss Beckworth, you… you know?”

“Oh. I just know it because I want to be Laurene Beckworth, so I am” the Godling replied.

Zoe blinked. It didn’t make sense, not really. But she decided that she wouldn’t try to pry more into it. If the being holding her was believing to be Laurene Beckworth, then so be it. She could live with that. In fact, she could probably live better with that than the alternative. She sighed contentedly and looked at the cat, playing in her corner. Somehow, in spite of the conflicting memories in her head, it soothed her. She smiled, finished her plate and, on a whim, leant into the curves of the Godling.

“Zoe?” Miss Beckworth asked, her whole body tensing, as if she hadn’t expected the small woman to do that yet. “Are you okay? I’m not… overwhelming you again, right? If you want to, I can… erase some events you find too bothersome.”

“Uh, no, I… it’s fine as is. Normal people can’t erase things anyway, and uh… I think it’d be… I’m not sure, but, uh… I think I’d like it if we tried… to be normal? If you like it, of course! Not that I or.. or anyone, really, can force you to be. Normal, I mean. Hehe…”

The Godling was still studying her, her face unreadable, and Zoe’s gut tightened painfully. Had she misunderstood something? Was the Godling reconsidering her nature as a Soulmate, realizing that she had been wrong and the pathetic wee little thing she was coul- lips pressed hard on hers, a tongue impossible to stop entering her mouth and, somehow, the refreshing sensation of gulping down a glass of water flushed in with it, leaving Zoe panting in the grasp of the giantess.

Because when the kiss broke, they weren’t on the sofa anymore. They were back in her little bedroom, only the Godling had discarded any and all pretense of normality. Miss Beckworth had to be at least a hundred meters tall. Zoe was an ant on her prodigious belly, the square of the Godling’s abs forming small tumulus of pure muscle, their might dwarfed by the other abilities of the giant being who was looking at Zoe past mountainous tits, her strange eyes filled with love and adoration.

“I know you want to be normal, my Zoe so… I’ll try. I won’t rewind you, or erase events. I’ll… try to accept that my will must be cowed by my love for you. It isn’t enough. In exchange, I give you me. All of me. My whole body, yours to explore and to do as you please. Take me, Zoe. I beg of you. Take me.”

“I.. Take you?” the small being repeated, almost unable to comprehend the words. “How?”

“Anyway you want, my Zoe… I’m all yours. Please… I love you so much… Won’t you give me love. I need this, I’ve wanted it for so long. How many times have I tried, again and again to woo you, and failed and you’re finally here with me. Please, Zoe…”

Huge hands, able to reduce the frail young woman to a gory paste without any effort rose and pinched nipples the size of a large shed, the whole ground beneath Zoe’s feet shifting, as impossible muscles moved. The bright eyes of the Godling moved up to a ceiling that seemed both distant and no more than a meter and a half above Zoe’s head. She winced, closed her eyes and, on an impulse, moved south, toward the womanhood of Laurene Beckworth.

“I’ll polish your pearl” she stated, using words she had only ever read in her erotica novels and forum posts, her voice steadier than it should have been.

“Yes!” the Godling boomed, her whole body arching. “It’s so good. You… you’ll be doing so good. Fuck!”

The whole giant body tensed, sending Zoe tumbling, as Miss Beckworth arched her back and let out a primal scream of pure pleasure. Zoe didn’t know what had happened, but she realized with some surprise that she could start to build a theory. She hadn’t reached her destination yet, far from it, even if her tumble had brought her closer to the pubic hair of the Godling. But somehow, Laurene Beckworth was unable to not experience all of her actions on her at the same time.

In effect, the giant goddess was orgasming, her voice so loud that no other sound could be heard, because of something Zoe hadn’t done yet but would. It made her feel confident, for the first time in more than a decade. She was the one pleasuring that impossible being so badly she couldn’t pretend to relate to Time the same way Humans did. She was so good at doing whatever she had done to the enormous clitoris that was still waiting for her that she had achieved that result. And if she had done it - in the future - she could do it, in the present.

“Okay… time to, uh… go down, I guess…”

It was, of course, easier said than done. As massive as she was, the slope of Laurene Beckworth’s womanhood was steep, and only the dense blonde hair down there offered Zoe any hope of reaching the place she needed to go. She took a deep breath, only to be overwhelmed by the smell of the Godling’s pleasure. It smelt like her own juice, but also something else, amber and honey and the sun on her skin, as strange as it was. With a touch of vanilla. 

She started to go down, using the hair as a makeshift ladder. She expected it to be hard, but it almost felt as if the dense strands of pubic hair were helping her, coiling together to better support her weight as she moved down. Perhaps they did. She ignored it, just like she ignored the towering cliffs of Laurene’s legs extending in the distance and all around her, or the yawning chasm of her pussy, so wet rivulets of her juices flowed out of it. She focused entirely on the clit in front of her.

It was massive, impossible to miss, easily thrice the size of Zoe’s whole small body. She bit her lips, afraid now. What if she failed in actually pleasuring the Godling? What if what she had believed were the results of her efforts, were in fact caused by something Laurene Beckworth did to herself, because Zoe was a pathetic inefficient little runt? A waste of air, a miserable tiny loser and…

“Zoe… touch me, please. Oh my Zoe…” moaned Laurene, more fluids gushing out of her pussy, and yet miraculously didn’t splash the tiny woman.

“Get your grip together, Zoe Zafiakis” the young woman told herself before putting a hand on the large nub of sensitive flesh.

The sound the Godling did seem to shatter Creation itself. Zoe howled in pain and terror but she was unable to move her hand, power coursing through her from the clitoris, her whole body seizing out. She should have been annihilated, and yet she felt Miss Beckworth’s will protecting her, making sure her body and her mind went unharmed through this lustful apocalypse. Then the scream stopped and Zoe was able to eagerly work on the sensitive part of the laying goddess.

More screams that probably terrorized the whole city boomed from the giantess’ mouth. Zoe lost her sense of time, her sense of anything remotely normal. She only realized she wasn’t holding to the hairs of the Godling when she started to fondle the clit with her whole body, seemingly supported by the air itself. She shivered but pushed the shock to the back of her mind. She wanted to… she didn’t know what she wanted, but she continued doing her work on the impossible being, until immense digits descended on her, lifted her and dropped her gently next to one of the erect nipples, allowing her to look down at Laurene’s face.

“Thank you my Zoe… now it’s my turn to pleasure you. You’ll love it, I swear. Even if it may be a bit strange at first.”

Zoe gulped, both aroused and uncomfortable. She waited for the Godling to act, she couldn’t do anything else anyway.