Chapter 8

Zoe expected Laurene to simply pick her up again. After all, she had to, right? To stimulate her. She had to touch her, surely? It turned out she was wrong. Instead of picking her up, the Godling grew. No, growing was too little a description. One moment, she was one hundred meters long. The next… the next Zoe’s mind reeled when she tried to take in what she was seeing. 

It wasn’t just the impossibility of her tiny apartment accommodating a body like that. She had accepted it - sort of. No, it was the sheer scale of Laurene Beckworth now. Looking over Zoe’s shoulder was the nipple she had been deposited near off. it had been the size of a shed, a second ago. It was now the size of a mountain range. Not a singular mountain. No, a whole range. Hundreds of kilometers on each side of Zoe was just the nipple, raising thousands of meters into the air.

Miss Beckworth was now roughly the size of a planet, she realized. And with her size, with the fact that she was a world unto herself for the small woman came something else. Something pervasive, inescapable, was seeping into Zoe. She couldn’t describe it beyond “Laureness”. The love, the power, the horniness of the Godling, and so many more was pressing on the frail young woman.

Gravity tied her to this enormous body, not the Earth. She could breathe because that planet-sized titaness kept oxygen clinging to her impossible body. A sudden moisture between her legs made Zoe gasp. She was aroused by it, the sheer scale, the power of Laurene Beckworth. She couldn’t help it, dominant women had been her refuge when she had been holed up in her room after what Ron had done.

She had fantasized about a being like Laurene coming to her rescue, proving to brutish monsters like Ron that they were nothing. And now she realized that her daydreaming was nothing, inconsequential illusions on the face of real absolute power. She was gasping, her knees wobbling, as if her whole body wouldn’t be able to sustain her weight now that she was confronted by more than what she had ever dreamed of.

“I love you, Zoe Zafiakis.”

She came, screaming, an orgasm unlike any she had ever experienced hitting her, leaving her breathless on the skin. The realization that she was smaller than a cell of this perfect, flawless skin. The power of those words, the voice of Laurene alone was too much. And the truth of them was hitting the hardest of all. That being who could probably grow so massive the Earth would be the size of a bacteria to her loved her. Her! Pathetic tiny little Zoe! She started laughing, as tears wetted her cheeks.

“Why did you choose me?” she gasped, when she felt the violence of her orgasm recede a little, leaving her panting, taking in the sight of a continent-sized face beaming at her, barely visible in the distance, as her mortal eyes couldn’t take it in, limited as they were.

“Because you’re you” the Godling simply replied, as if it meant anything. “Because I love you, and it is not possible to say why one loves another, my Zoe. But if you want a deeper explanation… It’s because of your heart, your gentleness. The radiance of your soul…”

Zoe found herself floating suddenly, moving at a speed that should have broken her body over the world-sized titaness, until she came to rest at the top of her nose, two blue eyes of lightning fire squinting to look at her. They were so vast, calling them lakes was ludicrous. She should have been shocked or terrified and yet, for all the insanity she was living through, she found herself strangely at peace. Somehow, she realized Laurene Beckworth was less frightening than Ron had ever been. She couldn’t contain her mirth.

“I love the way you laugh,” the Godling boomed, her mouth the size of a country opening to reveal the abyssal gulf inside, as Zoe turned, unable to help herself, to watch it. 

Zoe felt almost drawn to it, she could get lost in there, fall for hours jumping from the lips and fall asleep before she’d collide with the wet tongue, large enough that it could probably have licked clean any country on Earth in a matter of minutes at most. Even in her darkest hours, she had never entertained suicidal thoughts, and even now, she realized she wanted to dive into Miss Beckworth’s mouth not because she’d die doing so, but because the Godling wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her.

“You… uh… You really don’t know how to do normal,” she finally chuckled, looking back at the eyes, sitting atop an aquiline nose that was so vast its peak was several kilometers large, as far as she was concerned.

“You’re right… And you’re taking it all far better than… other attempts I made. Perhaps waiting to grow a little was a good idea.”

“A little?” squeaked Zoe, who couldn’t believe what she had just heard, and felt her mind descend again in a state of stupor she had started to believe was over.

“Of course my Zoe. I am barely taller than the Earth is, currently. It feels good to stretch a little but… it’d be as if you considered shifting your pinky a little akin to getting up for me. If I wanted to, I could take all the space in your Universe and still be far from my full size - even if that is more a manner of speaking so you can comprehend me than the truth. I don’t really have a size, to begin with. But I want to ease you into normalcy with me, which is… different than what it’d be with another Human, I must confess.”

“I… I had noticed…” Zoe weakly chuckled. “But, uh… I expected us to… uh… go to bed together now and.”

She stopped and blinked. She wasn’t on Miss Beckworth's impossible body any longer. The disorientation hit hard but she was in bed, showered and her teeth washed, under her sheets, with a very curvy and still quite horny Godling reduced to the “measly” size of two meters and a half looking at her with almost normal eyes, barely flickering with a touch of her unlimited power.

“Better? You should tell me what you want, my Zoe,” purred the colossus, leaning into the small body, nuzzling her face into the neck of the small woman. “I want to make you happy so much, I can’t bear the very idea I couldn’t satisfy you plainly, Zoe…”

The tiny woman stiffened a little, as she felt the large lips and that mouth, which had been large enough to devour entire civilizations mere seconds ago give her a gentle peck. She gripped the hand that had found herself on her belly. It felt firm, warm, human, and yet it was so much more. She whimpered a little and she felt Laurene freeze, unsure. Zoe didn’t want to let her the time to peer into the timelines, even if it was a fool’s errand. She turned a little, as the large head moved away from her neck, and she pressed her lips on the Godling’s.

Her tiny arms coiled around the powerful neck and she felt herself being lifted, by large strong hands. Laurene continued to kiss, trying to use her tongue to catch the larger one in the amazonian mouth. She felt powerful fingers caressing her back, one of the Godling’s hands descending to her lower back, until it came to rest on her ass, groping it. For the first time ever, she realized she was happy to be ridiculously small, at 1m30. It allowed Laurene to physically dwarf her with an almost normal size.

“Oh… I love that when you’re proactive like that,” the Godling finally revealed, sounding almost surprised. “You never were proactive before… well, in my other attempts. I guess I should have overwhelmed you more from the get go.”

“Meanie,” Zoe whispered, as she nestled herself into the large body, enjoying the warmth and power and softness of the impossible frame. “I… I mean…” she stuttered, realizing what she had just said, and to whom, but she calmed down slightly when she heard the powerful rumble of a low chuckle from the amazon.

“You’re right, I’m perhaps a bit mean sometimes… But I’ll admit, I love that you love that. I’m… afraid that I could do something you’d hate, Zoe. I know, I know. I have all the powers necessary to correct it, to make sure it never even happened to you. But it’d have happened to me. It has happened to me so many times. I don’t want it. I don’t want to live that ever again, even if I know I’ll experience it again. Interacting with mortals is difficult for our kind, even if we crave it so badly.”

“Why don’t you, uh… why don’t you do it with other Godlings?” Zoe asked, squirming a little as she was embarrassed to ask that. “Wouldn’t it be more… fulfilling for you? I… I mean, only one of you can, uh… keep up with you, right?”

Laurene Beckworth frowned as she considered what Zoe had said. Or perhaps searching for a way to explain why she was wrong, the tiny woman couldn’t tell. In any case, her hug didn’t become looser, perhaps even the reverse. Zoe tried to study the beatific face of the Godling, similar to a Human’s, and yet so incredibly more. Perfect, flawless, in a way one had to see to understand. It wouldn’t have been exaggerated to say that Laurene’s face was everything Zoe had ever wanted to see on a beautiful woman’s face, and then even more of that.

“I can understand why you’d think that. it would be logical for a Human to consider that only someone my equal could satisfy me. It has become a strange way to see things to me, however. It would be… I think that being with a Godling would be akin to doing it with myself, in a way, even if we are distinct. The others agree, by the way. I just asked them.”

“What do you mean, you, uh… you… just asked them?” Zoe dared to ask.

“Well, just what it means, my Zoe. I just asked them your question and they answered. If two or more of our Soulmates wanted to see us doing it together, we’d do that, of course. Pleasing our little things is the most important thing for us. But by ourselves, we won’t do it, we are too close to being the same thing, basically.”

Zoe frowned, the feeling of a headache starting to build up, until it dissipated as quickly as it had started. Laurene had the good taste to blush and look a little embarrassed to have done something to her powerless lover’s physiology. The small woman closed her eyes and sighed slowly. It seemed there was still an awful lot she needed to learn about the Godlings and especially the way they interacted with each other. But the more she learnt, the more she felt like she understood nothing.

“I’m not worrying you, right Zoe? I can… I know you don’t like it, but I could rewind a little to make sure you don’t even think about asking that question, if you’re okay with that?”

“No, thank you! I… Uh… I’d rather, uh… try to grow used to… you… if possible.”

“Of course it’s possible. Anything you want, my Soulmate,” whispered Laurene, giving a gentle kiss to Zoe’s forehead. “By the way… if you ever… Not that you need them, but if you ever want to have some… physical changes that’d please you. I could do that to you.”

Once more, Zoe was left speechless, but not because of what the Godling had done? Her words alone were enough to wind her down. She had never even considered the possibility that Miss Beckworth could modify her body like she did everything else. And now that she had to think about it, did she even want that in the first place? Her size had been used against her by Ron, yes, but she had never hated it. As a child, she hadn’t been smaller than most, and as an adult it allowed her to go unnoticed.

“I’m fine as I am,” she blurted, blushing as she cuddled the massive frame holding her in her tender embrace. “It… there are advantages to being so small and… and powerless. Not many people like to… to punch down.”

“But some do. Someone did,” the Godling replied and, for the first time since Zoe knew her - or at least the first time she could remember having lived through, there was anger in her voice. “I’m sad that I can’t unmake what that disgusting little rat Ron Hosward did to you, my Zoe. You shouldn’t be so meek… You were always so brave and loud and outgoing. He has hurt you so much and I can’t even help you, not without unmaking you and losing you entirely… It is the one thing that truly angers me, that truly hurts me.”

The very air was vibrating with the power of the Godling’s wrath. It was not a manner of speaking, it was quite literal. Something was in the air with them, a sort of light, a quality of reality itself that displayed the immense displeasure, the anger that was now acknowledged by the giantess. There flickered something terrible that, if unleashed, would have unmade Ron Hosward. But it was bottled up again with a sigh.

“But I can’t do that. We agreed, us Godlings, after several failures, that what we wanted could only be achieved by gentleness, not wrath and terror.”

“Some of you threatened people,” Zoe meekly noted, thinking about the first few days after the reveal of the Godlings.

“Oh, you mean Cara talking with the protestors. Believe me, she wouldn’t have killed them. She’d just have… changed them to make them more amenable to her demands. Probably turning them into women. It’s a little sad, but women tend to be meeker than men, still. And I think creating so many lesbian couples could have done wonders for the acceptance of minority groups. But of course, it would have been making new peoples, so in a sense the protestors would have ceased to exist, as you understand it.”

Zoe opened her mouth, and then closed it again, too stunned to speak. In spite of everything that had just happened, hearing the Godling dismiss the change of gender - no, the rewriting of the lives - of thousands, if not tens of thousands of peoples so flippantly was stunning. Remaking Mortals into something they hadn’t been before meant nothing for Laurene Beckworth anymore, if it meant that the well-being of Humans was achieved by such an action.

“I can see it’s a little bit much for you, my Zoe. Sleep now, we’ll talk more tomorrow. I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.”

Zoe was deep asleep before she could even think that it was Laurene’s presence that worried her.