Zoe Zafiakis is a 31 years old office drone. Tiny and thin, she has lived through the emergence of the Godlings, thirty individuals that seemingly gained unlimited power, and the changes they brought to the world three years ago, largely undisturbed. Shy, withdrawn from society and generally content to be overlooked, her life takes the strangest of turn when she discovers that she knew one of the Godlings... and that the near-omnipotent being is helplessly in love with her.

Chapter 1

Word Count: 3195

Added: 03/19/2025

Updated: 04/14/2025

Chapter Notes:

Zoe encounter the Godling for the first time, and discovers her identity.

Chapter 1

“Look at her, look at her, she’s old and ugly! As ugly as her big belly!

The old rhymes came back into Zoe’s dreams, her memories replaying events from the distant past, when she had been just a child. She frowned in her sleep, turning into her sheets as the heat of a too warm spring and one fry too many conspired to send her into a spiral of bad dreams. She hadn't had that dream in years.

She was a kid again, in her old neighbourhood, looking around, playing on the pavement and generally doing her best to prevent Ronny and his little gang from being assholes, as much as she could. She had been a veritable spitfire then, confident and able to stand up to anyone. She missed that confidence, dearly so.

“Old Lady Fugly” the other children laughed in her dreams, shapeless forms of spite and juvenile cruelty.

They were twenty or so when they had been four in reality, and the decrepit house they surrounded looked more like a ruin than anything else. Miss Beckworth’s home was old and not tidied up, but not that much. But here, it was truly a house-shaped detritus.

“Come out, come out, you old hag!”

“Hey, stop it!” she yelled, barging among the children and driving them away with nothing but her presence.

In fact, like it happened often in dreams, it was just her and Ronny now, the other children never having even been there. They looked at each other and Ronny, with his too big teeth and rat-like nose dwindled, until he was indeed a rodent, scurrying away from Zoe. And then, Miss Beckworth would come out and give her a few candies because she was a nice old lady.

A loud alarm jostled Zoe awoke as she swore loudly.

She hated mornings. In dreams, she could revive her past, before she had been humbled and humiliated, when Ron Hosward was just Ronny and not the man who had taken her virginity in a dark room in High School, just to prove her he could and there was nothing a midget like her could do to prevent him from taking it. Back then, she had confidence. Nowadays, she didn’t even dare speak up to herself when her order at Starbucks came out wrong.

She got out of bed and walked around her small apartment, her minuscule 1m30 and lithe frame looking pixie-like in a place which was meant for taller people. Only her face made clear she was an adult. No child looked that worn out by life. With a sigh, she got up her stool to prepare her breakfast and opened her computer to look at the news. More specifically, at the Godlings. And the way they changed the whole world around them, with such ease.

They had appeared three years ago now, to a day, and they had changed everything. Some sort of cosmic event had bathed the Earth and peoples with a rare mutation had changed. There weren’t more than thirty, worldwide, who had been bathed by the radiation and come out of it different. Superior, in all ways, as distant from baseline humanity as Zoe was to a bacteria, or so was the saying.

The Godlings were huge, men and women all – but mostly women. Not huge because they were fat, even if at least one of the ladies seemed to love being huge that way. No, they were tall, impossibly so, and sculptural, all and one. The smallest couldn’t have been less than five meters tall, a size which would have made Zoe mad with envy if the very idea that she couldn’t have escaped notice if she was that tall hadn’t terrified her.

She herself was so small that most people simply didn’t so much as see her. Even other women towered over her, most of them anyway. She had gotten used to it. But the Godlings paraded around, with bodies impervious to all harm and capabilities which made everything humans had ever discovered and built upon look insignificant.

One of the few men among them had wanted to prove that nothing Humanity had invented could hurt them, so he had moved to an isolated place in the US, a desert, and had had the strongest atomic weapon dropped on him, point blank. When the dust settled, he was utterly unharmed, not even a little singed. The only proof that the bomb had had an effect on him was his raging hard-on. He had explained that the slight tingling of the explosion had really gotten him horny. Zoe never learnt how he calmed his dick down.

Not that she wanted to think about it. Living in a world where thirty individuals were basically all powerful, super-sexy and reshaping it with contemptuous ease was already hard enough to deal with without considering the implication of them being horny as fuck. She already had to fight to keep her job as a low-level paper-pusher! They probably remained together anyway, only one of them could keep up with their bodies now, she decided.

“Fuck, we have a review today” she reminded herself, moaning in despair.

In three years, the technology had skyrocketed because of the Godlings, who seemed to invent new sci-fi tech daily. And because those creations were so advanced that normal humans couldn’t comprehend them – yet they had promised – they had to create automatons to use them. And because those automatons were so efficient, they pushed billions of people to joblessness.

There had been riots at first, some people were unable to accept this change. One Godling, a young woman who couldn’t have been older than twenty but loomed at six meters tall, curveless and yet breathtaking, had been enough to break down the spirit of revolt. Nothing the rioters had tried even made her move a little. When they had exhausted their fury, she had warned them, and her words were now etched in the mind of everyone on Earth.

“You tried to defeat me. You failed. Now go home, sleep and tomorrow you’ll have a better life than when you slaved away for some to make profit off your backs. Or don’t, and I’ll have to punish you and none of you will see that blessed day.”

Perhaps, if she had been a human, it wouldn’t have been enough. But Godlings carried themselves with such an aura of majesty, and their words always conveyed such conviction that they could convince anyone. Whole cults had formed around them, worshipping them, as if they weren’t born like everyone else and thus couldn’t make mistakes. Zoe really hated the fanatics and lickbooters, but she didn’t dare say it out loud, of course.

“They’d just kick me in the face if I did anyway” she huffed, gaining bravery thanks to being alone with no one to hear her, finished her mousy meal of an apple and a slice of bread with butter on it. And then she got ready for work.

That those people worshipping the Godlings still had got a point didn’t make them more sufferable. The Godlings had made true on their promises, and people were happier than ever. The world was cleaner, with more biodiversity instead of less every hour. Climate change was being tackled, or so they said, and poverty seemed to become a thing of the past. Still, doing nothing at all felt strange to a lot of people.

And while programs existed to ease the life of those people who needed to work, Zoe was not interested in those. She loved her work in a cubicle, isolated from everyone but her colleagues, who knew better than to talk to her anyway, since she wasn’t really a social person and she was, truly, beneath them anyway. If she had to get out and be around people to occupy her days, she’d collapse, she’d bet on it.

Surprisingly enough, her line of work hadn’t been among the first impacted. But now, it was happening. Godlings accrued wealth at such a speed that it had only taken them months to basically outbuy anyone who wasn’t one of them. In practical terms, all the companies, down to the smallest where her parents had worked all their lives were property of the Godlings. And they seemed to make good use of those businesses.

Not that it made the upcoming review any easier to deal with, for poor little Zoe. Her world was bound to be upended in a matter of hours, she was sure of it. If she was lucky, whoever was sent there to supervise their work wouldn’t have time to deal with easily overlooked Zoe Zafiakis. She’d perhaps have one more day left alone. Then back to her tiny appartement, never to get out of there again.

“But is it really a good thing?” she wondered aloud as she walked toward her bathroom, to get cleaned for the day. “I mean, it’ll be one more day to feel terrible about my future.”

Those thoughts were pushed in the back of her mind, as she struggled to enter her own bathroom. The door was too heavy for her to open easily, and even inside, everything was just a tad too tall, making her feel inadequate even at home – but she didn't have the money to renovate her place anyway – she didn’t even own it, in fact! So she dealt with it, twice a day, at the very least.

Ever since Ron had… done what he did, she always felt dirty – and a part of her was thankful she hadn’t grown up much. She still looked remarkably like a child, in size at least, and her thin frame made her somewhat unattractive – or at least less attractive – in this day and age. Taller, bustier, women got the men and she was fine with it. Ron had definitely convinced her that she wanted nothing to do with those hairy apes.

She became more agitated as she disrobed. She always felt dirty, ever since that time, and no amount of scrubbing seemed to be able to wash that sensation away entirely, but it helped. And Zoe felt she needed all the help she could get today, so she was extra scrubby. She usually spent ten minutes under her shower before fidgeting uselessly in her home and then going to work, but today she cleaned herself manically for well near twice that amount of time.

When she finally got out, her skin was wrinkled all over her hands and feet and she still was a nervous wreck, but at least she felt as if the stain on her wasn’t as prevalent as before. It was already a win in her book. She put her work clothes on, picked up whatever she needed for the review and walked toward the nearest subway station. She was too small for a car, apparently, so she had never bothered getting one.

She waited for five minutes before getting on the crowded train. She tried her best to not be bothered by the press of bodies around her, but she saw her. A young woman, probably around 20 or so, tall, busty like those OnlyFans ladies were and looking at her. She wasn’t always in the subway, but when she was Zoe was squeamish. She tried to move away but she couldn’t and she ended up next to the woman. She had arrived three years ago or so but it seemed like forever for Zoe.

She tried to look up at her, to silently plead her not to do what she always did when events conspired to put them together next to each other in a crowded place. To no avail. She couldn’t even truly make eye contact with that woman, the prow of her breasts was simply too massive, each easily twice as large as Zoe’s head. She felt a large hand pressing on her ass and, a second later she was engulfed in the woman’s cleavage.

It was unbearably hot, and sweaty. Its owner loved the way she didn’t even try to wiggle free – Zoe knew it was pointless. When those huge breasts had closed on her head the first time, she had tried to shake free, but the woman had been able to keep her trapped without even truly trying and Zoe had given up on struggling in a matter of seconds. She just had to shoulder the humiliation and the fact all her makeup would come undone – hence why she never put any before reaching her cubicle.

They never so much as exchanged a word. The woman used poor little Zoe as her plaything, humiliating her with such ease the small woman wondered what she got out of it. Probably just a rush of power and a way to actually exact revenge against someone weaker than the curves that men used to objectify her. Zoe almost felt bad for her. To be this callous, she probably had to suffer a lot of unwanted attention. Without thinking, Zoe patted her back.

They remained stuck like that for well near ten minutes, until, finally, the woman let go of her. She had never done that before – when she was there, Zoe always missed her station. She blinked and looked up at the woman, who seemed nervous now. Almost apologetic in her behaviour. Finally, she broke her silence.

“You get off the subway at Alamo Station.”

“Yes” replied Zoe meekly, even if it wasn't a question, surprised by the depth of the woman’s voice.

“Good.”

A second later, Zoe was pinned against her again, but not face first. Now, it was the back of her head against the soft pillows of those huge breasts and she felt safe, not used. It was surprising. They didn’t talk any longer, and when her station arrived, she was finally able to get out. She looked over her shoulder, and the big breasted woman looked at her with – almost pride. So strange.

She quickly put that change in her routine – however welcome it was – back in the past as she got out of the station and walked briskly toward her office building. Throngs of people, all of whom were significantly taller than she was, walked alongside her, some with briefcases and the like, threatening to hit her without even noticing her. She was used to it however and she managed to reach the main door with relative ease.

“Hey Zoe!” beamed the receptionist, an older woman, well in her fifty, but still quite attractive, as far as Zoe could tell.

“Hey Annie!” she replied, smiling weakly at her before making a beeline for the elevator.

“Wait!” called the receptionist. “Since you’re here so early, you need to go to the seventh floor, the reviewer is waiting for you. She explicitly said to have you in as soon as you’d arrive.”

“She did what!?” squeaked Zoe, who felt as if she’d faint.

“Yeah, sorry… but I’m sure it’ll be great, don’t worry! She sounded very gentle” explained Annie, trying to comfort her – to no avail.

Zoe entered the elevator and pressed the button indicating the Seventh Floor, with incredible dread. She had never been at this level, it had been redesigned the previous year and, as far as she could tell, no one had been in there ever since that day. In fact, the button 7 hadn’t worked for months! And now, it lighted and brought her to her doom. Zoe would have cursed, if she had been at home.

Instead, she waited with pure terror and escaped the elevator with shaky limbs and jelly in her knees. There was nothing but a large space in the Seventh Floor. That and a huge set of doors at the other side of the room that seemed to comprise roughly a third of the whole floor. The door looked absolutely massive and she couldn’t fathom why anyone would want it here. She approached it timidly, as it was clear the review had to happen beyond it. But she was deathly afraid now.

The doors opened as she approached them, revealing another, smaller, empty room, and an even larger pair of doors beyond. She entered that room timidly, shaking but as she hesitated, she felt the door in her back close. With a yelp, Zoe turned and tried to open it, but she couldn’t even make it move a little!

“Calm down” suddenly told her a voice like no other she had ever heard, one which couldn’t be described as human. “Everything will be fine, Zoe, I swear.”

Very slowly, the petite woman turned around. As she now expected, she saw the reviewer. A Godling, and a big one at that! She had to be at least 8 meters tall, as far as Zoe could tell – and she had a very sharp eye for gauging the size of peoples and things, even that giantess sitting behind a monstrously large desk. Which hadn't been here a second ago. In fact the whole room, perhaps the whole floor was different, and Zoe felt nauseous. She focused on the Godling. Long blond hair flowed over her shoulders and bright blue eyes seemed ready to bore holes in Zoe’s very soul with the intensity of their gaze.

And that body! The woman was curvy and muscular in equal measures, which meant very much of both. She was larger than the lady in the subway – not by much proportionally speaking, but enough for it to be noticeable to Zoe. And, thus, her muscles were massive. She didn’t look freakishly muscular however, it seemed more as if her huge muscles gave way gently to huge curves and vice versa. It was something that was beyond human, something that made Zoe squirm, reminding her of how inadequate she was.

She didn’t look one year older than twenty five, making the thirty-one year old Zoe feel self-conscious, with her lack of make-up, her messy hair and her general air of smallness and weakness. That woman was everything she wasn’t and it made her terrified instead of jealous. Such a being couldn’t possibly consider her worth anything! If she had wanted to see her so quickly, it had to be because her review was abysmal!

“I guess you don’t recognize me” chuckled the Godling, a large, amused smile on her face, making her look even more beautiful, somehow. “I have changed quite a lot since we last saw each other as fellow humans. And so have you it seems” she added, sounding a little sad. “You had more fire in you, back then!”

“I’m sorry Ma’am, uh your Divinity?” meekly replied Zoe, whose throat felt as tight as when Ron had held her against the wall and - “I… I… I think you’re mistaking me for someone else.”

“No darling, I certainly don’t. I recognize the little girl who was always there to discipline rude boys and thus earned candy and words of wisdom from the old witch of the neighbourhood.”

Zoe frowned as she tried to make sense of the words she was hearing. She furrowed her brows, doing her best, in spite of the mixture of awe, terror and feeling of inadequacy which always washed over her when she talked with someone face to face – only magnified a thousand times by the nature of the colossal woman in front of her. And then, it finally made sense.

“Miss Beckworth!?”

Chapter 2

Word Count: 3243

Added: 03/21/2025

Updated: 04/14/2025

Chapter Notes:

The really trippy things start now !

Chapter 2

Zoe’s mind went blank. She simply couldn’t reconcile what she was seeing with her memories of Miss Beckworth. It was simply impossible. Miss Beckworth had been a small lady, aged sixty-three or something when she herself was ten, her back bent by a long and hard life, her face a map of crow feet and wrinkles, her hair already falling because of the abject poverty she survived through. She did look like a witch and that Godling didn’t at all.

“Yes dear, it’s me. I guess my little improvements are throwing you off a bit, but I assumed you'd love that. You adore strong and curvaceous women, after all,” chuckled the giantess, whose shining blue eyes seemed to glint even more as she smiled, revealing Zoe's private fantasies as if knowing them was the most normal thing. “It’s natural you’d be surprised to see me, even if I think you should have known who owned your company now. I don't hide, after all.”

Zoe’s mouth opened and closed like a fish’s out of water did. She was absolutely unable to understand what the Godling was saying, her brain simply refused to accept any words coming from that woman, whose voice was absolutely stranger to the timbre of human voices, in ways she couldn’t even explain, but simply felt wrong. And yet, it was also overpowering, and for Zoe it was exactly how a God’s voice had to sound – or a Goddess in that case.

“Zoe? Are you okay?” asked the Godling, looking somewhat worried now, like someone could be worried about a pet behaving strangely. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but I expected you to be better able to deal with that little revelation. In fact, I can't perceive any reason you'd be so shocked in your future - or your past from the last three years.”

“I… I’m sorry Ma’am, Goddess, uh… your All-Powerfulness?” managed to croak the petite woman, finally managing to get her brain working again – somewhat. “I mean, Miss Beckworth, uh, Godling?”

The giantess laughed, a warm wall of joy which somehow made Zoe wince. The power of that laugh was absolutely stunning, the pure joy it conveyed almost too much for her to take. All her sadness and worries felt particularly petty hearing it and she squirmed a little, wondering if the blond woman knew the way her hilarity affected humans, or if she truly was not able to understand its impact on her former species.

“You can call me Miss Beckworth if you want, but I’d love it if you called me Laurene” she finally said, tilting her head a little and grinning at the small woman. “Really, I’d rather you call me Laurene, Zoe.”

Laurene definitively sounded like a word Zoe would be forever unable to pronounce when it came attached to that impossible being in front of her. It was so mundane, far too human to describe the giantess sitting behind her mighty desk. And even if it hadn’t been, poor little Zoe was definitely too overwhelmed to use it. But going against the wishes of the Godling seemed even more impossible, so it’d have to be Miss Beckworth, no matter how wrong that one also felt.

“As you wish, Miss Beckworth” she managed to mumble, but it seemed the ears of the behemoth were far keener than she expected them to be, as she smiled gently.

“See, it wasn’t that difficult right? Anyway” she continued, gesturing toward the front of her desk. “Take a seat Zoe, I need to review your situation.”

The petite woman frowned. Her worries returned and, more troubling, there was now a chair in front of the desk. A chair fit for her size she could have sworn wasn’t here one second before. She tried to remember if there had been a chair or anything like that when she had first walked into this room, but the memory of the Godling’s radiance – let alone the actual one still very much present - made it hard to focus on such details.

“Come on, sit. I swear that nothing bad will happen to you” beamed Miss Beckworth.

“But if I sit we won’t be able to see each other,” replied Zoe meekly, pointing at the chair which had barely enough space between it and the wall of wood that was the giantess’ desk for the human’s scrawny legs.

“Oh, I’ll be able to see you, but from my experience, it’s better if humans don’t see me when we talk. You’re freer that way, to speak your mind and be less intimidated” explained Miss Beckworth with gentleness. “And I promise you will see more of me at a more… Appropriate place.”

“Oh.”

Zoe guessed it made sense, even if she doubted seeing a part of a desk the size of a little house was truly easing humans in when they interacted with Godlings. Still, she did as she was told, as the office drone she had grown into was accustomed to. She sat and waited for Miss Beckworth to speak. She couldn’t help but wonder why the giantess had told she would still be able to see her. Surely, she couldn’t see through wood? She got a little agitated.

“No need to ruffle around dear” chuckled the Godling, unseen but ever present, freezing Zoe. “Or to be that tense, it’s nothing really.”

“Can you read my mind?” blurted the petite woman, one second before she gasped, horrified by the familiarity she had just used with that giantess. “Miss Beckworth, Ma’am, your, uh, your Totality,” she hastily added, mortified.

“No Zoe, I can't,” laughed the blonde colossus, sounding quite amused. “Or rather I'm not doing it, right now. It really is a bother – I tried it years ago, after the changes I underwent and, frankly, it’s just painful to endure. We all agreed that reading mind was a no-no for us, even discounting the blatant lack of privacy it created. Even insignificant creatures like Humans deserve some privacy. And we don't need it, frankly, if we want to know someone's true self. Anyway, back to business, shall we? I see here you’ve been working in this firm for the last five years?”

“Yes Ma’am” replied Zoe immediately, as old habits die hard. “It’s been my first real job after I, uh, I dropped from college. The pay, it was, uh, good enough for me, since I don’t have, uh, debts and, uh… “

She stopped her futile efforts to try and ignore the change of atmosphere that her words had produced. It shouldn’t have been possible but she could swear that the Godling was annoyed by something and it affected the whole weather in the room. The air felt just like it did before a storm, and Zoe also felt eyes boring into her soul, which made her want to shrink away and hide in any dark place she could find, right now.

“You dropped out of college?”

“I… yes Ma’am but-”

“Miss Beckworth or Laurene, Zoe. Really, Laurene, if you want to make me happy. Please,” cut her off the giantess, whose tone softened a little compared to the very stern voice she had had a second before. “And no need to be afraid or worried. I’m not judging you. I won’t lie and say I’m not disappointed in you, because I know for certain you had the ability to succeed in college, but you have to have had your reasons for it. Still, when did you drop out?”

“After the first semester of my first year, Miss Beckworth” mumbled Zoe, shame turning her face redder than a tomato.

“I see. And this was your first work here, when you were 26 years old. What did you do during those years between your dropping out and the start of your career here?”

Zoe really didn’t want to answer that. It’d brought back terrible memories, the sides of which still felt as sharp and jagged as daggers. She wanted to avoid thinking about her past at all cost. What Ron had done to her, how it had eaten her away and broken her forever. But there was something in the Godling’s voice, a form of authority which couldn’t be denied. Trying to not answer was simply too much for any human’s willpower.

So Zoe spoke. She spoke about those months, and then years, spent inside her room, unable to get out, crying from dusk till dawn, and sleeping away the days, only to repeat that cycle, again and again, as her parents failed to understand how to help her, if they even could to begin with. How she had been unable to tell them about Ron and how her secret shame had eaten her away until she felt unable to get up and go to college, one day. This, and more, she told Miss Beckworth.

“Oh darling” sighed the giantess, and Zoe suddenly felt as if a gentle, soft and warm embrace surrounded her fragile body, even with no one around her. “I wish I could erase all this pain and unmake those events, but even I can’t do that. It happened before my Awakening and it made you who you are today, who you were three years ago. It's the one thing I can’t just wave away, I'm truly sorry about it, Zoe.”

“It’s ok” mumbled Zoe, just then realizing that she was crying, her voice wreaked by sobs she hadn’t even realized she had released. “It’s over now, I’m working here and I like that. It's good to be an office drone, to not have to seen. To… to be invisible and forgotten…”

It was true, after a fashion. She didn’t like her work in itself, mindless and easily replaced by actual drones created by the Godlings – after all, if they had escaped an early joblessness, it was entirely because the giants and giantesses had been focusing their prodigious minds toward the more difficult or dangerous jobs, the ones who could maim or crush or kill a worker. And they had also devised a way to avoid resistance to the changes they wanted to make. Still, Zoe knew her work could have been done better by some of their machines from day one.

“And why do you like that? From what I’ve seen in everyone's Lives, you don’t socialize much, and you almost never leave your cubicle, and yet you never seem to deviate from your missions, not even a little. Why is that?”

“I… I don’t feel at ease with people, Mi… Miss Beckworth. And uh, it’s easy to get lost in the routine here, and when I do, I uh, my thoughts aren’t focused on what hurts me, you see?”

Zoe truly felt pathetic explaining it, and she looked miserably at her lap. What a display to give to someone who had endured abject poverty only to be transfigured into a goddess! She wasn’t jealous at all of Miss Beckworth, the very idea of having so much power horrified her, but Zoe couldn’t help but feel self conscious. She probably looked like a remarkably pathetic existence to the giantess. And somehow it made her really sad.

“Well, that’s something we will work on in your future. You can’t spend your whole life running away from yourself Zoe. It just won’t do” stated Miss Beckworth, with her strange voice which seemed far more fitted to booming commandments than such a mundane – if life-changing – discussion. “But let’s not rush things out, I know it makes you humans get a little lost, what with the way you perceive time and all.”

“E… E…Excuse me, Miss Beckworth, but what do you mean?” asked Zoe, who was truly confused about the absence of option in the giantess’ words – and what was that bit about time and perception?

“Well, dear, you humans are beings of four dimensions, really. Height, depth, width and time, basically. Even if time is debatable as you can only move forward, not backward. Us Godlings we… well we have transcended those limitations – for limitations they are. If I had to make an educated guess, I’d say we live in at least 12 dimensions, and possibly far more, we seem to discover a new one every three months, since the moment of our change onward. So, really, the space-time continuum, for us, is very much like you’d picture a straight line on a paper: not very impressive.”

Zoe gawked. She couldn’t help it. Miss Beckworth was saying something absolutely mind-blowing, disproving all the naysayers who continued to pretend that Godlings were just bigger, smarter humans, and she did so as if it was nothing. She was basically telling her that she was nothing more than words on a page compared to the reality of her, Miss Beckworth. That idea was utterly crushing for her ego.

And yet. And yet she couldn’t help but feel something stir in her. If she was truly next to nothing compared to the almighty being who had been an old lady three years ago, a lifetime away, then couldn’t she give herself to Miss Beckworth? Couldn’t she let that superior being make her choices for her, freeing her of the pain and aches of being a human being, independent and with its own troubles? Couldn't she become a puppet, a writing on the notebook of the Godling's life? Abdicate all her nature as a subject of life to become a mere object, protected from pain?

She didn’t truly understand those ideas. Whence did they come from, and how could she even consider giving up her freedom of choice so easily. She felt torn apart, and her breathing became ragged, as the implications of what Miss Beckworth was saying truly weighed on her. And then it all stopped. She blinked; wondering why she was agitated like that and then even that feeling simply ceased to exist and she asked the question she wanted to ask after hearing the Godling. The last thing she remembered was that Miss Beckworth wanted to work on her life.

“Excuse me, Miss Beckworth, but what do you mean?”

She confusedly felt as if she had already asked that question, but in relation to something else. Still, this sensation dissipated, just as easily and promptly as if she had erased a paragraph on word and it had simply never existed – or at least she’d have felt that way if she had been able to realize what the Godling had just done, without any difficulty. Instead, she just waited nervously for an explanation from Miss Beckworth.

“You’re a good woman, darling” slowly explained the giantess, who somehow sounded both contrite and amused by something Zoe couldn’t grasp. “It may sound condescending, but it matters more to me than skills or anything like that, because humans and us Godlings operate in two vastly different worlds, so to speak. It doesn’t mean that I like you being wasted in such a thankless job. I want you to be happy, Zoe. It’d truly mean the world to me to help you, and, well, ever since I changed, I realized I could decide to not take no as an answer, when I know the person deserves a better life.”

“So… so, uh when you said you were disappointed, uh, it was because…”

“Because I want what’s best for you. I truly do. Perhaps it’s hard to understand, but us Godlings exist to make you humans happier, healthier. It’s… it’s just something we knew from the very moment we changed. We want what’s best for you all, as a species and as individuals. Dealing with billions of people may seem impossible but, if you pardon my arrogance, it’s working for us. And thus, for you. And Earth isn’t that populated anyway so it's really an absence of efforts on our part to do, well, Everything here.”

That did sound very arrogant, and if someone else had said that, Zoe would have scoffed – at least internally. But there was something in the otherworldly voice of Miss Beckworth which made it quite clear that she was telling the truth, plain and simple. That seemed ridiculous because surely Zoe would have heard about Godlings meeting everyone on Earth. Something she managed to utter, with stutters and sorries.

“That, uh, that all seems a little… impossible to believe, Miss Beckworth, Ma’am.”

“I understand why you’d think that but we have ways for it to be both true and unknown to everyone. In fact, I can tell you that barring you, none of the other employees will even realize they’ll be speaking to me. But they still leave the building with a newfound sense of direction and respect for other peoples, when the latter is lacking.”

“Bu… but, why me, Miss Beckworth?”

“Laurene. Come on, try it, it’s just a name, it won’t hurt or feel inadequate to call me by that name. And to answer your question, because it’s you, Zoe. Out of all the humans in this whole world, all the living beings in this minuscule Universe, you were the one I wanted to help openly, to repay the kindness you gave me when you had no reason to. Because I want you to be happy and now, I can make it so. And because, well, I have other reasons.”

The last words had been said so fast Zoe almost wondered if she had imaged them. From the way she had spoken, she could almost picture the Godling nibbling her lower lips, like an enamoured teenager. Which was obviously ridiculous, for so many reasons she couldn’t really list them; but her brain decided to do that list, of course, no matter how much she wanted it to stop.

For starters, she was too plain and small, with nothing of worth to her name, not even her physique. Ron had done what he had done to her because he wanted to assert dominance on someone who had always opposed him, in spite of their size difference, not because he found her attractive – no one seemed to. He had been quite clear about it and had mocked her even as he ravished her body for his please.

Furthermore, she was a human while Miss Beckworth was a Godling, another species entirely. And, of course, there was the sheer size difference between them. Speaking of vast differences, their ages were also a problem. Miss Beckworth had been old before and while she now looked younger than herself, she still could remember Zoe as a young girl, which should have made her uncomfortable.

“Your silence is telling me you’re worried about it all, Zoe” said the voice of Miss Beckworth in her ear, startling her so much she fell from the chair, only to be gently cuddled by immense fingers. “No need to be that jumpy” chuckled the giantess who may as well have appeared out of thin air. “But I understand that you’d be startled, I tend to forget the limitations of humans from time to time” she added – but the voice came from beyond the desk now, and before she knew what was happening, Zoe was lifted up, and up and up, until she saw two Miss Beckworth beaming at her.

“How…” was all she managed to gasp, absolutely stunned.

“Well, I told you that my kind lives in other dimensions, many things impossible to yours are mundane tasks for us” replied the two giantesses in unison. “And it’s just a taste of what I want to share with you, if you want to partake in it, Zoe. But seriously, wouldn’t you say my name, once?”

“I… okay, uh, Miss… uh… Laurene” meekly replied Zoe, and her world was changed forever by that one name.

Chapter 3

Word Count: 2569

Added: 03/23/2025

Updated: 04/14/2025

Chapter Notes:

Where Zoe discovers the powers of the Godling - and what they can do to her.

Chapter 3

Zoe woke up in her bed. it was strange, she was certain she wasn’t supposed to be here. She had to work today, right? She had something that day, surely. She blinked and got up, but froze when her left hand came to rest on something soft, squishy and hot. A soft moan escaped someone else's lips and turning her head slowly, Zoe was greeted by the sight of a small - compared to her usual stature - Godling in her bed.

She screamed.

How did she know she was a Godling? What was happening!? No for starters, why was there a woman - someone, anyone ! - in her little apartment? She ́ever let anyone in. It was supposed to be her refuge, the one place where, no matter what happened, nobody would enter and she’d be safe and not bothered, the one place that was even better than her cubicle. She couldn’t be in danger here, it was so unfair.

“Zoe, you’re adorable, but panicking really doesn’t fit you,” said the stranger in her bed, putting her arms around Zoe’s torso and dragging her back to the mattress, in spite of the vehement - and terrified struggling of Zoe. “I guess it wasn’t such a good idea to erase today, well, the version of today you experienced and insert myself in your night… A shame, I really couldn't help myself when I heard you say my name, finally. Here, an instant and… you recognize me, now.”

“Miss Beckworth!” gasped Zoe as a rush of memories threatened to overcome her - memories she hadn’t lived, as the events they covered were of today, in her a future, a future that couldn't exist now. “My head hurts…”

“I told you to call me Laurene,” sighed the Godling as she continued to press her insane body against the back of Zoe’s, her large breasts engulfing her head until it was entirely encased between them, with room to spare. “Or even something riskier, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet, darling. As for your head, it's normal, you aren't meant to have memories of things which can't happen. But you’re fine, aren't you? I just willed the pain away.”

“Hum… Miss Beckworth? I’m not sure it’s… uh, appropriate for you to do that or… or be here…” tried Zoe, who was indeed feeling better but also shivering, terrified to back talk to a being that was, for all intent and purpose, a divinity in her bed. “It’s… you’re my boss, right? So, it’s a sort of misconduct prohibited by the company rules and…”

She stopped when she felt fingers caressing her on her ass, her hips, her breast - and one on her mouth. She looked down, ready to be terrified by something otherworldly. Instead, she was simply greeted by too many arms from the woman - Godling she corrected herself - that was holding her and was now exploring her body, without her being able to do anything. Like in college with Ron.

“I’m not a human, darling. Not anymore. The three years since I have… changed. They are only for you and your kind. For me and mine, between a heartbeat and the next… I saw the beginning of the Universe, its end and what came after and what is Around it for all Time, as inconsequential as Time is, anyway. Being here, with your kind and not Beyond anything you can even conceive… Zoe, it takes some effort. A lot of us refused and left this place and time behind, their primate bodies discarded to die. I didn’t.”

“Why…” mumbled the young woman, who was shivering still, as the fingers seemed intent to explore her further, their caress tracing pathways of carnal pleasure on her body, driving her half mad with lust and terror.

“Thanks to you, of course. When I Ascended, I realized that I had been what I am today for all eternity, but simply had to wait for this event to… manifest, in a sense. And I realized that I needed to be alive for that. And the person who saved me was you, Zoe. Without your tenderness, I wouldn’t have been able to survive until this event… So… when I realized it, when I knew it. I knew you were the rarest of things. A Soulmate. In a way that the human expression fails to express. You exist for me to love you, Zoe. It is your purpose in life, now that we Godlings can exist with your kind, in a sense. I willed it when I became what I am now and it overwrote your previous timeline. It's way better that way, trust me. But I’m sorry I failed to act earlier to help you, but we all agreed that we needed… time to prepare our Soulmates for their encounter back with us. We did fail to account for many important things in our first millions attempts at fixing this tiny Universe, you see?”

It was all too much for Zoe to comprehend. Her brain seemed simply to freeze. She stopped struggling and let the Godling do as she wanted with her, becoming utterly despondent. It seemed however that it wasn’t what Miss Beckworth had in mind, as she felt the fingers dissipate on her skin, until only a pair of hands remained, which pushed her out of her titty prison, made her turn and she was met with the worried face of the god-like being looking at hers.

“I’m sorry Zoe. It’s clearly too much for you yet. I love you darling, so we’ll meet again. See you soon!”

Zoe blinked. She was here, the woman of the subway, her large breasts already approaching her face, ready to engulf it. Strangely enough, she didn’t feel as worried about it, as if it was something mundane, almost reassuring. Something she was used to and she could understand. The ridiculously tiny woman couldn’t even comprehend why she felt like that. She didn’t know either what made her talk to her as she approached, one step away from toying with her again.

“What’s your name?”

The bigger woman stopped and blinked, as if she was stunned that the tiny morsel in front of her, who had never dared even squeak when she used her dared to talk to her. For a moment, Zoe saw anger flash on that beautiful face, as if she had been insulted by the simple act of talking to her. But she deflated and suddenly seemed sad, and even a tad worried. Zoe felt that the woman expected her to know that, somehow.

“I'm Laurene Beckworth “ she said gently, sadly, and Zoe felt something, as if that name had to mean something but it didn’t, not really. And yet.

“I knew a Miss Beckworth,” the small woman blurted. “She was a gentle old lady, back in my childhood neighbourhood… But I never knew her name…”

“It's Laurene…” said the towering woman, only she had changed now and yet was the same.

“What the…” started Zoe, but a finger was pressed on her face, even as the rest of the world was frozen in place, only her and Laurene Beckworth were moving.

“I love you, Zoe Zafiakis” saif the impossible being in front of her, who looked like a ten meter tall woman, the tall woman from the subway, and the old Miss Beckworth all at the same time, and none of that should have been remotely possible. “I tried to… for years I kept trying. Billions of times. It never works but I decided that I would be okay with that. That my presence in the subway would only be that. A strange woman holding you close and letting you know how cared for you were. And then I acquired your business and in a today you haven’t really lived, I revealed myself to you, leaving a hint of it in you, so you'd know me when you meet me here before going to work… but it didn’t work. It should work, it should be perfect, but it hasn't been yet. It doesn’t matter. I'll try again and again, until it is perfect and we'll be happy. Don't worry you won't -”

“Wait!” Zoe cried out and the thing that had been an old woman and was now so much more stopped, looking at her puzzled. “Please, Miss Beckworth, don't… don't kill me!”

“Kill…” gasped the Entity - the Godling - in front of her, seemingly utterly stunned. “Zoe! I never even hurt a hair from your head. I swear! Zoe… oh poor thing, why would you even think I could… I need to do it again! It's the worst attempt ever, I'm so sorry. I… I'll start again, just let me console you first!” she added, moving i. To give a tender embrace to the tiny woman.

“If you erase me, I'll die!” squeaked the young woman, even as she was pressed into the same tits that had already often engulfed her - only she also felt as if two orbs the size of the Moon were pressing against her; and she knew that for a fact, that they were moon-sized, even if it made no sense.

“Oh! Of course! Silly me, I should have realized it was that. But it's not that at all, Zoe. Here, let me give you an example you can understand. Take a page of paper. From a central point, draw a series of lines branching out. Take one of those branches, and erase it to redraw it. The other branches are unaffected. That’s what I do, Zoe. I erase, well, the you of today, and start over at an earlier point in time. Meanwhile, I continue to be everywhere I need to be, at any point of this microscopic Universe - and also Outside and Beyond, but that's a topic best left untouched. So I'm not killing you, just… rewinding you a little.”

“Uuuuuh…” Zoe whimpered, unconvinced and even more terrified now.

“Oh Zoe, darling. I am making you uncomfortable. We will start again, just let me give you a real kiss first, okay?”

“M-m-miss Beckworth… have we. Have we ever talked as much since you, since it… uh…”

“Since I became a Godling? No, of course not darling. But so what?”

“Perhaps… perhaps all is well, then?” Zoe tried, as she truly wanted to avoid to be erased - no matter what the divine being said. “Plu…plus, you must, uh, you must know what to say and do to get what you want if you can see the future, your, uh, your Gloriness?”

“Laurene, please. You of all people need not give me titles. Endearing nicknames because you're a hopeless romantic in love with me is fine however, darling. But to continue this discussion - and note that I don’t agree that all is well, but it is certainly interesting and will be enlightening to build up toward our perfect first encounter later - just because I can see all of Time at the same, well, time in this Universe and act on it doesn’t mean I should. We Godlings have all realized that our Soulmates are too precious to act like that.”

“I… I don't understand, Ma'am.”

“I know and it's perfectly normal, Zoe. No need to be afraid. To explain it in simple terms that even a human could understand, you and the other Soulmates act as a tether for us Godlings. If you cease to be a Soulmate, that tether breaks off, and we fully ascend, unable to interact with this Universe. We are then fully outside and trying to even look too long at your Universe would destroy it.”

“Oh God…” whimpered Zoe, horrified beyond words now.

“Really darling, Laurene is fine” absent-mindedly corrected the being in front of her. “And to fully answer your question, depriving you of your agency in any way, shape or form would remove your nature as a Soulmate. If I did it, at least. Another Godling could, but we are… protective of you little things we love so much. So we agreed on a strict non-interference rule.”

“And uh… are you sure… I mean, I wouldn’t want to make you angry but… are you sure you wouldn’t be happier… asc…ascending fully? Instead of… of wasting 60 or so years with me before doing so anyway?”

Miss Beckworth looked at Zoe with such a stunned and confused expression that the young woman was afraid she had said something particularly stupid. She tried to look away to defuse her worries. Instead she was reminded that she was inside a subway crammed with people frozen in time. It didn’t help her feel better at all sadly, so she returned to the Godling's face. She was still seemingly processing what she had just heard, and it made Zoe very uncomfortable.

“Uh… your Divinity ? Is everything okay?”

“No!” Miss Beckworth boomed. “You think I'd let you age! Why? Why of all the Godlings, only I can’t seem to connect properly with her Soulmate? Why can't I make your first talk with me perfect!?”

Zoe discovered that there was something beyond terror, something even more horrifying and paralyzing as she looked at the frustrated face of the Godling in front of her. Miss Beckworth was genuinely angry now, and Zoe was sure she was angry at her and she’d pay the price. She let out a terrified whimper and felt her bladder cease to function properly as it released its content. She fell on her knees, looking up at the thing that was Miss Beckworth and that she couldn’t even describe anymore. And then she was looking at a horror stricken woman, the one from the subway clutching her face and looking at her, caressing her tenderly.

“Zoe, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to… I… I don't know what to do anymore. I have tried… well, not everything but close to it. And it's not working as I want. And everything does as I want. What I will IS and the rest ISN'T, you see… But you're a Soulmate, the exception to the rule… no matter” she continued, letting go of the ridiculously tiny woman and taking a step back. “I'll start again. Even constantly relieving our first time is time spent with you, properly, and I love it.”

She stopped when Zoe’s hand clutched at her t-shirt. The young woman hadn’t realized she had done that until the eyes of the Godling fell on her hand. She didn't know why she did that. She didn’t want to die, but she believed the Godling at least believed it didn't kill her when it rewinded her time a little. But there had been something else in those eyes when she had clutched her face and looked at her. Something that moved her and hurt her and made her afraid and yet ignited a craving she couldn’t really understand. Something Ron had assured couldn’t happen, that no one could do, because she was so pathetic to begin with.

“Do you see me?”

“Of course I see you, Zoe. From now until the end of Eternity Itself, I see you, in every second of your life… I… want to give you what you deserve. But… your timeline keeps shifting between what I want, what it was before Ascension and… something else. Another way that is unbefitting of you, as it isn't perfection…”

“I…I’d like not perfection. I think?” Zoe stated, her affirmation turning into a question as the Godling’s eyes bulged for a split second. “If it's okay with you?”

And then, Miss Beckworth made use of her unlimited powers again.

Chapter 4

Word Count: 2738

Added: 03/25/2025

Updated: 04/14/2025

Chapter Notes:

Laurene gives Zoe a glimpse in her abilities and the depth of her love for her.

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.

Chapter 5

Word Count: 2492

Added: 03/27/2025

Updated: 04/14/2025

Chapter Notes:

Zoe's life is continuing to change, Laurene continues to display a great deal of love and very little understanding for humans.

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.

Chapter 6

Word Count: 2505

Added: 03/29/2025

Updated: 04/14/2025

Chapter Notes:

Where a certain door is introduced... And where the two main characters start to really live together.

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?”

Chapter 7

Word Count: 2405

Added: 04/02/2025

Updated: 04/14/2025

Chapter Notes:

Zoe has now a cat. She always had a cat, of course. This is not a Godling abusing her powers to prove a point. Alove, lovemaking at various sizes !

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.

Chapter 8

Word Count: 2501

Added: 04/04/2025

Updated: 04/14/2025

Chapter Notes:

Laurene reaches a towering size, all in the same apartement, because who can't accomodate a planetary-sized goddess in a two rooms rental ?

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.

Chapter 9

Word Count: 2651

Added: 04/08/2025

Updated: 04/14/2025

Chapter Notes:

Some gargantuan feastings and important discussions between a tiny mortal and a towering Godling.

Chapter 9

Zoe stirred in her bed, alone. That was surprising, even her brain in dire need of some orange juice in the morning knew that. Where had the Godling gone? And was it a good thing? She wasn't so sure of it. She got out of bed silently and stole toward her bathroom, certain to see the impossible being waiting for her in the larger living room, the sole only room of her tiny home.

Bur Laurene wasn’t there. Even her presence seemed absent. Laurene frowned. Had she imagined all of the events of the previous day? And if so, how ill was she to let her imagination run so wildly? She shook her head and the door was here, suddenly appearing as if she had been unable to focus on it. Zoe shivered, worried now because she knew it was real. She had been in bed with a Godling, who was crushing hard on her. At least she wasn’t crushing her, period.

She sighed. For the first time in years, during a weekday, she had no reason to get out of her apartment. It felt strange, as if she was back to the years spent hidden away in her room. There only missed the berating of her parents, and the mocking tones of her siblings, who smugly considered the “little freak” had had it coming. She closed her eyes, opened them again and did her whole morning routine, relieving herself and washing her face.

And when she returned to the living room, a sudden flash blinded her, making her gasp. As she painfully blinked away, unable yet to see properly, she heard the almost childish laughter of Miss Beckworth booming around her, as the smell of perfectly cooked food, all her favorite dishes in fact, grilled fish and grapes and feta and so many other that made her stomach growl painfully. Finally, she was able to see and gasped at the incredible sight in front of her.

“Like what you’re seeing, my Zoe,” smirked the colossal giantess, hundreds of meters tall and yet contained easily in an apartment that couldn’t contain her body more than it could have the previous day. “I made all of that for you, quite literally may I add!”

“But you… you uh… didn’t cook them,” Zoe mumbled, blinking some more as she tried to ignore the impossible colossus. “You uh… you weren’t there when I woke up?”

“Oh, you noticed. Yes. There is… events, happening outside the Universe that could end up being… problematic, and we need to focus on them from time to time, entirely. But don’t you worry, I made sure you wouldn’t be in danger of anything while I was away and I returned as soon as I could.”

“But… you, uh…. you exist outside of Time, yes? Shouldn’t you, uh… Shouldn’t I not be able to, uh… be unable to notice when you’re not here?”

It was extremely difficult to argue with a person taller than her, at the best of times. With Laurene being taller than the Burj Khalifa probably was, it was basically all but impossible. And yet, the giantess managed to make her feel - at ease would have been a gross exaggeration. It was that rather than being paralyzed with terror, the care and affection that radiated from Laurene like light from the Sun, was enough to allow her to speak a little - or rather mumble.

“You’re right, of course, my Zoe. Usually. But let’s just say that we are still somewhat tied to Time. After all, we can't do anything to events before our Ascension. So, some matters mean that we need to leave the Universe entirely, and we can only return after we left it… But don’t bother your pretty head too much.”

That was absolute fear-inducing to hear, and in fact, Zoe was certain she had now ice in her veins. What could require all the Godlings to leave the Universe. How did one even leave it, in the first place? She must have bleached because she was suddenly cuddled in large arms, as another facet of Laurene appeared out of thin air, far smaller, barely 2 meters tall it seemed, as if the Godling knew she needed to offer her an almost normal interaction.

“I’m sorry Zoe, I’m worrying you. Forget about it, you need to eat, my love… Here, enjoy, I’m sure you’ll like it.”

“Uh, yeah, okay…” she mumbled, letting herself be gently carried to the table which seemed ready to break at any moment under the weight of the plates on it. “Uh… Laurene… I can’t, uh… I can’t possibly eat even a tenth of that…”

“Oh, believe me, Zoe, I know you can clean it all with ease” beamed the colossal facet, as the smaller one passed her fingers into the small woman’s hair. “I’ve faith in you.”

A Godling having faith in a mortal seemed a mockery of all the natural laws, as far as Zoe was concerned. Then again, being with a Godling was absolutely ridiculous. She still strongly believed that it was a mistake, that, somehow, the perfect, all-powerful being in her apartment was confused and took her for someone else. Which was frightening, to say the least. A being like a Godling couldn’t make a mistake, it was too powerful to be allowed to, in the first place.

Zoe sat at the table, looking at it. And suddenly, she felt famished, like she had never been before. She started to eat, slowly at first, but then more and more, until she was literally gorging, barely conscious of the cooing of Laurene Beckworth as she did so. She gulped down gallons of juices, green tea and even a bit of water, something she rarely took in the morning. It was only when all the plates were scrubbed clean, that she stopped and realized what she had done.

“What…” she mumbled, looking at her belly, which should have burst under the strain of what she had devoured, but seemed barely larger than after her usual minuscule breakfast.

“I wanted us to enjoy a lot of what you’d call normal stuff today, my Zoe,” the Godling almost purred. “And I felt that drinking and eating could distract you for too long, so I… I’ve perfected your metabolism.”

“What?” Zoe repeated, quite alarmed now. “What do you mean?” she added, her voice shrill.

“No, no! Don’t panic my love!” Laurene pleaded, suddenly looking worried. “I just… made sure that your stomach could take all of it, and that your body would require less energy than a normal human’s to function properly. You could consider that, uh… Your stomach is larger on the inside, and your body has just been… perfected? Please, don’t freak out§ I can remove the food from inside you and change you back if you want to!”

“No!” yelped the tiny woman, shivering. “I… not. Oh God…”

Zoe felt both nauseous and feverish at the same time. Something had changed in her body, because Laurene Beckworth had wanted it, and she hadn’t even noticed before she had been told, and now more could happen to her simply because she wasn’t taking it in stride the way it was meant to by the Godling. She was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, her breathing becoming shallower and hurted. And then, she felt the hands of Miss Beckworth on her, almost the size of a normal woman.

“I’m sorry, Zoe. Breath. I won’t change you back yet, if it gets to you like that. We’ll do it later, I promise. It’s okay, my Soulmate. Breathe in, and now out. Nice and slow, that’s right. That’s right, you’re doing great, it’s okay. I’m sorry, I don’t want to peek into your future all the time but I should have done that before perfecting you. Can you forgive me?”

Zoe blinked, looking up at the two faces of Laurene Beckworth, the small one near her own and the towering one far away above her, merely below her ceiling, hurting the brain of the small woman with how it made reality seem like a putty. She closed her eyes and trying to calm down, listening to the soft litany of the Godling’s voice, until she felt able to at least operate semi-normally. She shivered a little and looked at the worried face of Laurene, who was holding her own between her hands.

“I… It’s okay, i.. uh… I’m not just used to… my body… that’s… a little difficult for me,” she whispered, her voice particularly weak and shaky. “After Ron…”

“Oh Zoe,” the Godling cried out, taking the small woman into a bear hug, her large bosom engulfing the head of the mortal, even as gigantic fingers coiled around both of them so they could be brought to the gigantic face of the larger facet. “I should have known. I… Trying to contain myself may be worse for you than allowing me to use more of my abilities… Are you sure you don’t want me to be… more me? Even if it means things are less normal for you?”

Zoe didn’t answer immediately. As long as Laurene Beckworth, Godling extraordinaire, crushed on her, she was realizing that normalcy was out of the question. Still, could she really abdicate all willpower and remain her Soulmate to begin with? If she did, if she truly let Laurene peer constantly into her future to say and do only what would be “optimal”, would she be a person still, or just a toy in the hands of a superior being, who would conflate apathy for love?

“If you did that, I wouldn’t be your Soulmate,” she managed to say, looking up as best she could with the enormous mounds of flesh around her head that should have suffocated her but didn’t hinder her breathing one bit. “I think it’s better if we… continue as we are and I… uh… I remind you of… what it is to be with a Human?”

“Oh… Why would you… Ooooh. Yes, you’re right, it could be problematic, if I only said and did what was necessary to have you react the way I want to, I guess… Perhaps that’s why my perfect timeline kept faltering? I guess being all-knowing and all-powerful doesn’t necessarily mean all-wise!”

“Uh… I guess?” Zoe replied meekly, totally unable to even grasp what other answer she could give the goddess holding her - and teleporting her to her shower. “What the hell!” she yelped, when she realized she was naked and sharing the space with the two meters tall facet of Laurene Beckworth.

“I want to have some normal interactions with you,” Laurene grinned mischievously, as if her recent worries were entirely dissipated already. “And it’s normal for couples to have showers together, you can’t deny it!”

“I… uh… I…” Zoe blabbered, turning a bright red as powerful but almost normal fingers started to caress her body. “Yeah, but, uh… I mean… I…”

“I know, everything goes so fast for you. I’m sorry, genuinely, my beloved Zoe… But I’ve waited so long for that, so very long, even for a being like me. So many times, have I failed to connect with you, my Zoe, even when I had the opportunity to focus on you. So much rewinding of the Universe, making sure your kind would be safe, would be happy… So many failures on our part, as we failed to account for Human nature and so many needless death and destruction, before we could understand what Time was and how to manipulate it to suit our needs. And though all that, I always denied myself the chance to be with you properly… I can’t… I need that, Zoe…”

Zoe opened her mouth and then closed it again, unable to find a valid reason to say no to the Godling. There was so much desperation in her voice, that in spite of the inhuman harmonics that still laced it and betrayed her nature far more than her size, which, while rare, was possible for a Human, she felt bad for her. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what the Godling was going through. What she was saying was, frankly, terrifying. How many times did she and her kind have almost destroyed the Earth in their attempt to help?

And yet, there was something strangely soothing in realizing that, through all that, Laurene Beckworth had made sure nothing bad could happen to her. She was still able to be stunned and terrified by the Godling, because that omnipotent being cared about her and tried to preserve her. It was something she had forgotten for so long, to be cared for by someone else, someone who was genuinely preoccupied by her and her well-being.

Before she knew it, she was clutching the large face between her tiny hand, ridiculously small. She didn’t want to kiss the Godling - it was utterly ridiculous still for her that someone as pathetic as her could take the initiative like that. But she wanted to convey to that impossible Entity that should never have cared about what someone like her - something like her species, in fact - wanted, that it was okay, that, somehow, baring her feelings like that made it easier to connect with her.

“Miss Beckworth… I…” she started, her words failing her when she noticed the painful intensity with which the Godling looked at her. “I like that you’re trying. I don’t know that… I’m not comfortable in my own skin but I don’t want to be changed… But… I haven’t been washed by anyone since I was a kid… Can you be gentle?”

Of course I can

The very air was vibrating, but the Godling hadn’t spoken. Her mouth was still hanging open, as if she was stunned by the words of her Soulmate. But it was clear that Laurene liked the way Zoe was opening herself, even if it was perhaps painfully slow for the incredible being. It was clear to the tiny woman that the facet holding her was perhaps not even the one where the Godling focused herself. She could feel her presence all around her, wrapped around her skin like a thin cloth, almost impossible to notice and yet incredibly present.

And I can show restraint, for you, my Zoe.

The facet holding her was still not talking, even if she seemed to be able to think again. With a smile, she brought Zoe under the hot shower and started washing her, just like the small woman’s mother had done all those years ago. Closing her eyes, Zoe relaxed. There was something incredibly freeing in letting someone who loved have so much power on her. Even if, of course, Laurene was always totally in control of their relationship.

“Tell me if the shampoo gets in your eye, my Zoe…” whispered the “small” facet, as the powerful voice of the hundreds meters tall one was now heard from the living room, as she hummed a soothing melody. “And when it’ll be over, we’ll get clothed and we’ll go walk together… There are so many things I’d love to show you today…”

“Can we… walk to see them?”

“Of course!” Miss Beckworth chirped, massaging Zoe’s skull. “I’ll just cut the space and time between the various places I want to show you, we can all enjoy them at their best! Oh yes!” she added after a few silent seconds. “You said you wanted to walk… But it’s okay if I levitate us toward someplace in space, right? In a way, it does count as walking for you, surely?”

Zoe didn’t even sigh. There was just no point.

“I… I guess? If you, uh, you keep me safe, yes?”

“Always!”

The small woman shook her head, a little desperate, but she leant into the large hands caressing her body, exploring it but - to her own surprise - not in a sexual way for now. Muscles that had knotted together were unknotting themselves and she sighed contentedly. If the Godling wanted to show her the Universe, why not, after all. It wasn’t as if she could really oppose it anyway.

Chapter 10

Word Count: 2397

Added: 04/11/2025

Updated: 04/14/2025

Chapter Notes:

Have you ever heard of Antares. A star 700 times larger than our sun. Laurene is taller, here.

Chapter 10

Zoe took a deep breath before opening her front door. She didn’t know what to expect. A connection to the other side of the world probably. Or perhaps even to some dimension that would break her mind and that Laurene found endearing. Murmurra purred next to her, her white and green and purple fur looking almost normal for the small woman. She caressed her beloved cat, ignoring the memories of a time she hadn’t one and opened her door, her resolve steeled.

Only to be met by the usual grey and brown and badly lighted corridor of her home’s building. She winced. She had expected something else when Laurene had told her to get her best clothes and to be prepared for an incredible little walk. She looked at herself and the new clothes that had materialized in her wardrobe as if they had always been here, a beautiful blue shirt with its complementary white jacket.

Even her white leggings and blue shoes were new - and yet they felt incredibly comfortable, as if she had worn them for a long time, without wearing them down. She sighed. The Godling was nowhere to be found for now, dissipating into thin air almost as soon as Zoe had agreed to walk with her. The tiny woman exited her apartment, closed the door and started walking. And then it happened, just in the middle of the corridor.

One step she was alone and inside the drab building. The next, she had a large arm around her shoulders, huge breasts above her head and she was outside, walking in a beautiful flowery scenery, the likes of which had ever seen only on social media. She stopped, and the larger frame of the Godling enveloped her in a warm and loving embrace, her hands resting atop the small chest of Zoe Zafiakis.

“You said you wouldn’t teleport me.”

“I didn’t,” replied Laurene softly. “I cut the space-time continuum between your home and here, that’s all. You walked normally, the world spinned. But you took your step. And isn’t it beautiful here? I thought you’d like it.”

“I do…” admitted Zoe. “But, uh… shouldn’t there be a crowd of people or something, here? Where are we, anyway?”

“We’re in the Netherlands, it’s the first day of spring, the flowers opened early and I willed the crowds to be absent. They’ll be back into existence when we leave. I just wanted to share it with you. Just the two of us, my Zoe…”

“You… you erased hundreds of people?” gasped the young woman, who tried to look up, only to see her view of the Godling’s face blocked by the prominent breasts she had chosen to have right then.

“Yes. You make it sound terrible but it’s frankly nothing. Their lives are important, of course. But they also mean nothing. Only yours is important to me, at an individual level. Well, and that of other Soulmates, because I don’t want the other 29 to involve you in their actions. But frankly, I don’t care about them as… individuals? I guess? I’m not really sure, I haven’t been confronted with such ideas in a long while.”

It was chilling, especially the way Laurene said it absent-mindedly, like she really couldn’t bother to care for individuals. And yet, she cared about the whole. But what was the whole without the individuals composing it? Zoe frowned. She didn’t want to be lost in such deep philosophical questions. She wanted to smell the flowers and see where she’d be next. After all, a walk had to be more than five steps, right?

“Can I get closer to the fields or will we change places if I move?”

“You can do whatever you want, my Zoe. We’ll change when you’ll be ready to move out somewhere else. I’m making sure I know when that is. I just hope you’ll like our next stop. It’ll be… intense, I’d rather warn you, but don’t worry about it, okay? It’ll be perfectly safe.”

Well, that’s ominous, mused Zoe, shivering a little as she approached the field of turnips. It was incredibly beautiful, and the way it swayed gently under the morning breeze filled her with wonder. It was man made, over decades, if not centuries. And it was incredibly beautiful, almost painfully so for the mentally scarred woman. She could forget how small, how weak, she was here, taking in the smell, the sight, the sounds of the wind in the fields.

“I’m ready,” she finally said, getting up and turning to see the wonderful - if normal sized - body of Laurene Beckworth, taking a step toward the incredible being.

And then there was no ground underneath her. No air around her. No gravity. Nothing, but the dimming light of distant stars and, at her back, the radiant light of something whose spectrum was vastly different from the Sun. Panic settled in and she struggled, trying to turn around, to get back and ending up spinning aimlessly, unable to stop herself now, as the laws of space left her body adapted to life on Earth unable to cope. She couldn’t even realize that she should already have been dead by now, without the help of the Godling.

Calm down, my Zoe. You’re not in danger. I’m here and I’m keeping you safe.

She was here suddenly. So vast Zoe’s mind reeled. A Goddess the size of the Sun. No, far larger. She couldn’t tell how she knew, but she knew. She had once seen a series of YouTube videos about the immense star Antares. She knew, deep down, that Laurene Beckworth was larger than it. Even the smallest glint in her eye was larger than the Sun bathing Earth in its light was.

I understand, you’re a little overwhelmed, but we’re here, far away from the Milky Way. I wanted to show you something that is happening just a few hours after we leave your apartment for our walk, but that will not be seen on Earth ever, as the light wouldn’t reach it until the Sun destroyed it.

Somehow, when it had no right to, the voice of the Godling sooted Zoe. She wasn’t calm, she wasn’t yet feeling safe. But she felt safer. Safe enough to not freak out when she stopped spinning around, and that a hand the size of half the solar system lifted and managed to stop just under her feet, letting her walk on an endless palm, as the absence of particles in the vacuum of deep space allowed her to take in the impossibly vast body of Laurene.

Behind you my Zoe.

Zoe turned around, walking on the strange ground, and looked, past beyond the pillars of fingers extending to tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions kilometers. Past beyond the endless gulf of near nothingness, and the small dots she now understood were dead planets, balls of rock and gazes, where, hopefully, no life remained, it was waiting for her. The system’s sun, blazing, strangely flickering and bulging, as if it was on the verge of something. And then, it exploded.

It was a supernova. Laurene had brought her to the other side of the Universe to show her a freaking supernova. Zoe gasped wordlessly, as her eyes were not blinded by the light when they should have been seared shut forever. She saw the burning gazes expanding, adopting colour any other Human couldn’t have seen, extending in the immensity, a pulse of power and energy, beautiful and yet devastating, annihilating the nearby planets, as the nova expanded, returning all to stardust.

“Holy shit…” Zoe muttered, able to speak because Laurene allowed her to. “Holy shit.”

You love it? I… I was afraid it’d be a little too much for you.

It was too much, and yet it was absolutely incredible. Tears of wonders were rolling on Zoe’s cheeks as she take in that celestial event, held in the hand of a cosmic being whose scale alone had become reassuring, a presence so immense, so massive, that she couldn’t ignore her and thus felt protected, in spite of the madness of her situation. She clasped her hands like a child when she saw the swirling fluxes of gazes, forming motives in the emptiness, filling it with light and color and a semblance of life.

“It’s incredible,” she rasped. “It’s… nobody has ever seen something like that. Nobody…”

Am I and the other Godlings nobody? We see it all the time. But I guess you meant no Humans did. And I think you’re right. The other Godlings haven’t moved their Soulmates to space, at least not like that. They told me it was dangerous for you, too overwhelming, but I have faith in you, Zoe. I knew, I know, I will always know, that you can take that sort of thing.

Zoe turned around, taking in the beatific body of the Godling, her size so ridiculously immense that even on her hand, held flat and below the prodigious rack of the Entity was simply too vast to take in. Each of those breasts was so large that, somehow, it was seeing them that made Zoe’s mind reel. Nothing looking like a Human had the right to be of such an impossible scale. Asteroids belts had started to gravitate toward Laurene, and they were nothing more than minuscule specks of dust, barely visible.

“Why so massive?” Zoe asked her Godling, a little puzzled, even as she bathed in the play of lights of the supernova. “You didn’t need to. Is it… does it really make you feel better to be taller, larger? Am I… Am I keeping you uncomfortable because I’m your Soulmate and you need to accommodate me?”

Oh Zoe… You are adorable. You are… perfect. But no, you don’t keep me uncomfortable. Being with you is far more liberating than stretching my size, to add more of it in this Universe… But I do love that. It makes me feel… more deserving of you, in a way. Perhaps it doesn’t make sense to you, but believe me, it is important to me. Fundamental.

Zoe scoffed a little, but she couldn’t ignore the tone of truth in that voice that wasn’t a voice. She shook her head, almost amused. She really couldn’t understand the Godling, at a fundamental level. How could something so impossibly powerful, for all intent and purpose omnipotent, could feel the need to be deserving of someone like her, a little freak, whose growth had been stunted, who had been raped, defiled, and broken beyond any hope of repair? It seemed ridiculous.

She looked up, beyond a gulf of space so vast her mind should have broken, unable to comprehend it or even to imagine it, right into the eyes of Laurene. She was so small she could as well not have been noticeable for the Godling, nothing more than a bacteria for a bacteria, an atom-sized thing compared to an atom. And yet, as she looked up, Laurene Beckworth tilted her head and smiled tenderly, a languorous smile spreading her lips. She was looking straight at her.

Whenever you feel like returning to Earth, just take a step forward, my Zoe.

Zoe closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She turned around again, taking in the sight of the supernova expanding into space at a seemingly glacial pace, and yet incredibly quick, covering distances that no Human could cover in their whole life, even if they had started walking the moment of their birth and never stopped until the moment of their death. She realized how privileged she was to experience it. It felt strange. Unfair. She stepped forward, right into the gentle waves.

She wasn’t wearing the same clothes, nor shoes. She was in a one-piece swimsuit, the only sort she could find for someone her size. All in front of her, the sea moved, a beautiful shade of turquoise, as light traced from the distant sun to the golden sand beneath the waves. Coconut trees stood well behind and over her, casting a gentle shade. A few hundreds of meters away, a large rocky island stood in the water, covered in lush trees. And she knew where they were but needed confirmation.

“Where are we?” she asked the Godling who was next to her, back to her more “normal” size of 8 meters tall, her bombshell body clad in a deep red bikini.

“La Plage du Diamant, in Martinique, West Indies”, Laurene replied.

“The same place as in the picture on my desk,” the tiny woman whispered, her eyes bulging as she realized that she had been right and more tears rolled on her cheeks. “I’ve always dreamt of going there…”

“I know, my Zoe…” replied the Godling, sitting softly beside her, her immense body attracting the attention of the locals and the tourists alike.

Voices were rising in prayers, but some also in anger and disgust. Zoe fidgeted, but Laurene Beckworth didn’t seem to care, one way or the other. She still heard them however, as suddenly the voice calmed down and normal conversations resumed. Zoe looked at the giantess, puzzled. She saw a sly smile on Miss Beckworth’s lips, as the colossal woman-shaped goddess leant in closer to her.

“I removed their will to act on my presence here. They just accept it and move on with their lives, so we aren’t bothered by them. You can laze around if you want. No sunburns for you, my adorable Soulmate.

Zoe hesitated, then shrugged. Today had been insane, but perhaps the best day of her life, she realized. Perhaps she could forget her fears and insecurities and doubts. Perhaps she could enjoy it. She advanced in the water, entering it so easily, fresh and yet delectable, and she started swimming, leaving aside all her worries, all her past, all her future. Only the present, only the joy of the water and sun and the smell of salt in the air.

She dived, opening her eyes to see the fishes darting around. And suddenly, she saw it. A sea turtle, grazing the seaweed sprouting from some rocks submerged since times immemorial. She held her breath as much as possible, before she needed to return to the surface, breaking the thin barrier between death and life and looked at the beach, where the Godling was looking at her longingly.

“Laurene?”

“Yes, my Zoe.”

“Thanks. Thank you, so much. Can I… Can you come with me?”

Laurene smiled as her immense body entered the water.

“Of course, I can, Zoe. And if you liked today… I think you’ll adore the rest of our lives.”

Chapter 11

Word Count: 2449

Added: 04/14/2025

Updated: 04/14/2025

Chapter Notes:

Where Laurene finally reveals more about her past and Zoe shows us that she is more than the eye can see !

Chapter 11

The sensation of the sun on her body and the waves gently rocking her made Zoe sleepy. Only the overpowering presence of Laurene prevented her from drifting to sleep entirely. The Godling was near her constantly now, never leaving her side and her 8 meters tall frame was more than enough to stand on the ground, far below the surface of the sea, and yet tower like a massive slab of stone over it. In fact, opening her eyes, Zoe realized the sea level barely reached the bellybutton of the Godling.

“Why so tall here?” she finally managed to ask, turning in the water to really swim in front of the immense being. “Wouldn’t it be easier for you to either, uh… be way taller or normal sized, if you… if you don’t want to interact with Humans?”

“Hum… I kind of like it. I’m big enough to make it clear I’m more than a mortal. But at the same time, I can interact with people, and especially those that have devoted themselves to me. Sometimes I do require a little more oomph in my appearance, you Humans have quite a narrow vision of what a divine being must look like, Zoe… But when I’m with you, I just like to be mostly normal but taller, so I can protect you.”

The young woman drifted a little closer to the massive body, not looking up at the painfully beautiful face. She allowed herself to approach the womanly forms, almost dangerous in their perfection. Somehow, Laurene seemed to always know exactly how to stand to make the mortal she was crushing hard on slightly uncomfortable. Even now, even hearing the Godling, it felt as if it was an elaborate prank, a joke of celestial proportions that she was the butt off.

“You’re getting worried again, my Zoe,” Laurene gently chided her, a large hand coming and lifting her out of the water to bring her to the pouting face of the Godling. “I know what happened to you makes you doubt your self-worth. It shouldn’t. I understand why you may still have difficulties believing me. But I AM a Godling. What I say should means something to you, my Soulmate.”

“Because you’re all-powerful? It… it doesn’t necessarily makes you, uh… makes you right…”

The Godling’s eyebrows arched up, surprised seemingly by that rebuttal, as weak as it was. She smiled tenderly and shook her head, amused. She brought the tiny woman in her hands to her face and kissed her all over the wet body, one of her fingers twirling the hair of Zoe around it, bringing the head back. She smiled, teasingly, biting her lower lips playfully. Her breathing was quickening.

“I want you, Zoe…” she rasped. “I want to have you in front of my worshippers, so that they may witness the miracle of your existence. Please… Tell me I can…”

Zoe was left speechless. She had never even set foot inside a Church of the Godlings! She possibly never even had taken one of their leaflets about the greatness of their new Pantheon. And now she wanted to… to have sex with her in public, in front of her most devoted worshippers!? She tried to answer but only garbled sounds managed to escape her lips as she felt the blood rush to her face.

“Oh… Too much, too much. Silly Laurene,” the Godling giggled almost innocently. “Sorry my Zoe, you’re just so adorable, and I’ve waited so long to be with you. I’m not the best of my kind when it comes to handling her Soulmate, you know? Or even other Humans or other kinds of mortals… We may need to have me work on it, I guess. If you feel like it, of course.”

“Uuuh… Yeah… it’d… uh… Can’t we just Netflix and chill?”

“Sure!” beamed the Godling and they were back inside of Zoe’s apartment, with Murmurra rushing to push herself against the newcomers, purring loudly and insistently. “Yes, yes, here, your litter is clean and you have food and water little lady. I’ll play with you even” she added when a facet, far smaller, materialized to take care of the cat. “I swear, if you didn’t love her so much, I think I’d remove her, she’s trying to steal you from me.”

“Hey! Not doing anything to my cat!” yelped Zoe, struggling a little in the embrace of the Godling. “You added it to my life, now she’s been a part of it longer than you! No touching now, or else… Or else I… Uh… I…”

She stopped dead in her tracks when she realized that she had somehow flared, surprising herself and even the Godling whose eyes were bulging. Fearfully, Zoe shrank back into the enormous fingers. She felt as if she had made a mistake. That was why Ron had done what he had done to her. Because she had dared to stand her ground against him, even when she had stopped growing for so long, even when she had known she’d never grow larger because of a problem with her growth hormone production.

“I knew it. There still is fire in you, my Zoe,” the Godling cried, her lips forming a shaky but undeniable smile. “It has been dimmed but never died out. Now, we just need to rekindle it fully, right? So we can dispel all those dark thoughts that plague you.”

“I…I… Uh, I don’t think that’s possible, Laurene…” squeaked the little woman.

“We shall try, at the very least, my Zoe” the Godling replied. “And now, what do you want to see? We can have anything really.”

“Well, there was that series, Frieren, but I watched the whole first season already and, uh… The second one isn’t out for now, won’t be for a few months anyway, so… Perhaps something similar and… Uh… why are you looking at me like that?”

“Zoe, you’re adorable, but you keep thinking like I was a Human. Time is nothing to me, my beautiful Soulmate. I can pluck this series from your future and just have it here. It is trivial for me. And I think you’d like it, since you like this series, right?”

“You can’t do that, uh… It’s… it’s not fair…” Zoe fidgeted.

“Not fair? Why should I care about fairness when this world has hurt you so, my Soulmate? I know what you’ll tell if you speak, and it doesn’t convince me. So what if the people working on it haven’t finished yet from your point of view? They will. So what if no one else gets to see that series completed for years and years? They don’t matter to me the way you do, Zoe. You do so much. So much that it hurts me to not be able to only make you experience bliss, you know?”

“But perhaps it’s good to not experience perpetual bliss,” Zoe countered. “And… and I wasn’t thinking about me when I… when I wanted to tell you that. I… I’d like you to… to discover the series, a series, like you could when you were Human. So we could… we could, uh… could enjoy it together, you know? I… I thought it’d… be a good experience for you? So you’d… connect with us more?”

Zoe suddenly found herself sitting on her sofa, next to… a Laurene her size, who was looking away, as if she was ashamed. The small woman was too confused to react for a moment, unable to understand why the Godling would do that. It was only when Laurene nestled against her, her head on her small chest that she reacted and, almost without thinking, hugged her.

“You really are perfect,” the being in her arm mumbled softly, looking up a little at Zoe’s face, through teary eyes. “You care about me like a person still, in spite of everything, and so effortlessly… You’ve no idea how hard it has been for some of us. Loved ones, friends, terrified, awed, worshipping, or simply unable to reconnect with us. As for me…”

“You… uh… You don’t have to say anything if…” Zoe started, but the Godling silenced her with a soft kiss on the lips.

“I was always alone, Zoe. Married young, to a man that didn’t love me, to whom I gave children that never loved me either, always seeing me as too weak, to meek. They were big strong men, all. I was a feeble little thing… When my husband divorced me, because I had dared to exchange a kiss with the neighbour’s wife… My whole life may have been over. It was spite that kept me going… Until you came and saved me.”

“I… haha, I’ve never…” Zoe stuttered, who couldn’t recall anything she had done in the past to warrant such affection from the Godling.

“Yes you did. You came into my life, battling the little delinquents away, and never asking for anything in return. Even when I was odious to you, at first. You may not remember it, but the first time you approached me after chasing the kids away, I shooed you away with a broom! And yet, the following day, you were back to fend them off again, and you did it, again and again, until they had grown old enough to be tired of picking on an old lady.”

“I… I just did what… what felt right?”

“I know you did. And when you stopped coming, because you were getting older and preparing for your life, instead of being saddled with my old self, it’s your memories that kept me going. When I doubted, when I wondered for whatever reason I was even clinging to life, your face popped in my mind. I wanted to see you succeed. Even when I was dying in the hospital bed, with cancer eating at my bones, I held out because I wanted to see you again.”

“You… you were dying? But you’re a Godling!?”

“I wasn’t then, my Zoe,” Laurene gently explained, caressing the side of Zoe’s face. “I was just a very old woman whose time on this Earth was coming to an end. And then, in a split second, I was something so fundamentally different. And yet, you were burning in me, the anchor to this place. Not just your tiny planet, but this whole Universe. Not all of us had those, you know it. Some moved away. And I was lucky to remain here, and to try and make the world a better place. It took a lot of tries, to be honest.”

“What… what didn’t work?” Zoe asked, genuinely curious but also awed by what she was hearing, she had never been able to picture Laurene Beckworth ill, let alone on the verge of death, so hearing that she had almost not become a Godling was shocking.

“We tried brute force. It seemed easy enough, back then. We had all the power in the Universe, we could do whatever we wanted, surely. We took bodies the size of mountains, and we told Mankind what would happen. Then they launched atomic weapons at us, we grew a little angry that they wouldn’t listen and we… lashed out. Each of us protected their Soulmate, of course, but in a split second, we had wiped out most of the Humans. It wasn’t… ideal.”

“Not ideal!? It… billions of…” Zoe gasped, unable to form coherent words.

“I know. I still was one of those who wished to make due with what we had done. At that time, we weren’t as cognizant with our abilities as we are now. We didn’t know we could rewind time, for instance. So, we… decided to preserve our Soulmates, freezing you lots in a sort of ageless sleep, and we tried to make it work. But Humans… the poor things were terrorized by us, you know? They couldn’t even look at us! Understandable but you can’t build a good society on that.”

“For… for how long… the ageless sleep? And… and that attempt?”

“Hum… give or take, a few centuries. Not that very much then, all things considered. But then Ibrahim discovered we could rewind time. It was a very joyous discovery and we agreed to return to the moment after we had gained our powers. It was at that moment that we came to see Time as we do now. Back then, we devised another plan. We divided the Earth into 30 dominions and we tried to create perfect societies.”

“It didn’t work?” Zoe asked, seeing some semblance of sorrow on the tiny Godling’s face.

“No, it did not. Even with gentleness, even with a betterment of everyone’s lives, Humans chaffed - not just you, mind. We had divided the Universe in the same way and it was almost always the same problem with sapient species… It turns out that your mortals are stubborn little things, who would rather suffer and die rather than accept salvation. So… after… more time than the first, when it became clear it wouldn’t work, we went to the drawing board. Again, and again, and again. So many times… And I… I never managed to connect to you.”

“No… not even once?”

“No. You were always afraid of me, terrified, even. No matter my approach, your mind seemed to break under the weight of my very existence. I kept you safe, of course, sleeping and secure, but I saw the others connecting with their Soulmates, again and again, ever more effortlessly. And I couldn’t. I was… dispirited. I even thought about… going Further… Leaving this Universe entirely…”

“I… Uh… I’m glad you didn’t,” Zoe said truthfully. “I… I mean…” she added, blushing, “I’m not sure I know why you’d want to be with me but… uh… My life wasn’t great before but the last few days have been… really good, so, uh.. I… uh…”

She stopped talking and kissed the Godling. It was an impulse, an unthought action, like she used to have before Ron had defiled her. No, not defiled her, she realized. Used her, abused her, but he was the one dirty, not her. She kissed Laurene with a mounting passion, almost purring as she felt the body of the Godling expanding, growing, until she was towering over her, a colossus of curves and power, larger than any Human could be, and yet strangely soothing.

“You still want to do a Netflix and chill, my Zoe?”

“I… I’ve never seen Cowboy Bebop… And it’s a one season only show…”

“Well then… let’s binge watch it. It’s not as if you had any need to wake up early tomorrow, or any other day of your life now” the Godling smiled tenderly, as she nestled the tiny body of Zoe between her large breasts, close enough that she could kiss the top of her head with ease.

As for the small woman, if she was surprised at first, she had to admit that it felt right to be there…

Soulmate of the Godling by Kurogane335

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Chapter 11