James rubbed at his chin to fake deep contemplation at the divine being in his living room. Suspended two feet off the ground was in every sense the perfect woman - an amazon in height blessed with blonde locks like that of polished gold fell across her face and flowed down her back, partially obscuring her face so that only he could see half of her face. He started into her eyes - dark suns radiating waves of light across her iris met his gaze. Unable to match her, he worked his way down her body, though that created more problems than anticipated. Nothing should be blessed with curves like that. Her short dress, its black fabric embedded with patterns of brilliant gold, clung tight to a heaving bust as to make all men stare in lustful desire and all woman in envy. He was just taking in her plump thighs when a voice arose.

“So?” Samantha asked, “what do you think?”

He shifted on the couch. It got too hot for comfort now. This perfected woman glared down at him. She spun halfway around. His cheeks went bright red. Her ass was shapely and far too big for someone with a lithe build. “Uhh…” his eyes flicked from her ass to the goddess’ bareback. “I mean…”

Samantha scooted next to him, “what? Too small?”

The goddess’ ass ballooned in size. James sputtered. “No! No, that’s too big!” Her ass swelled down a bit. It was still outrageously huge, but not comically so now. “I mean it's better, but…”

“But?”

James focused onto her. If the woman floating before him was the epitome of beauty, Samantha was very much left wanting. She was short, graced with only a minor bump for a chest with just a hint of pudge at her stomach. Her nut-brown hair tied up in a messy bunch to let all look upon the plainest face in human history. The more he looked at the goddess and then back into Samantha’s brown eyes, the more mundane and boring her features became. He smiled at that. It helped to dull the fact that she was breaking all the laws of physics to allow a small house like their’s to have a ten-foot-tall amazonian hovering in their living room. The dull cream-coloured walls bled away until their ceiling was nothing but a starlit sky above them.

“It’s a bit much isnt it? I mean, you already have the looks, why go changing everything now?”

Samantha rolled her eyes, smirking at the flattery. She lept off the couch into the air to then float alongside the goddess, swirling around the amazon. They both then turned to him. “I need to look like this.” Samantha gestured at the amazon beside her as if showing her off, “When the masses expect a goddess, they expect a certain… visage. They all want a woman who stuns all and makes them want to fall to their knees and weep.”

“You telling me you don’t now?” James found the couch far more agreeable now. He even leaned back into the cushion, “I’m sure the crowds would love to see their god in her pyjama bottoms and my stolen hoodie.”

Both the amazon and Samantha frowned at him. The sofa quickly became uncomfortable again. “If I wanted sarcasm I would have asked for it.”

“Noted.” James cocked his head and snorted the tinge of fear away, “but it's hard for me to give an opinion.” He picked himself up from the couch and came before the floating goddess and matched her gaze. “I’m not used to this,” gesturing at her with his hand, “it’s not the Sam I know.” For a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of a smile across the amazon’s gorgeous features.

Samantha landed beside him, “then don’t think of it as me. Think of it as say… a sculptor looks as a slab of marble. What would be perfection made manifest if you were the one holding the tools?”

James’ first thought was all that was needed. Both Samantha and the amazon blushed, the strength of which felt like he was right next to lit fireplace. He couldn’t help but grin to himself. None but himself could attest to charming a goddess with a single word. You. They soon regained their composure and Samantha asked more plainly, “do you think it looks like a goddess should?”

Feeling like he had passed some unknown test, James poured over the finer details of the amazonian. “Well the height wont matter considering the size of some of your avatars right now. Looks-wise it’s probably right. The face looks imperious but at a quick look at your eyes shows anyone what they are dealing with. Blonde hair is always the way to go with a goddess. Brown comes across as a bit droll. I like you aren't going for the wings like you did last time. Looking like an angel is a bit too on the nose. When you get to the rest of the body,” he pointed at the breasts and then to her hips, “I suppose you need to get women feeling jealous? Are you comfortable with... you know, with men..." He made a jerking motion with his fist.

Samantha huffed. "Of course I'm aware of that."

"Right then," he cleared his throat, "then by all means a god should have a physique that is unattainable by mortal means. Big boobs, wide hips, thick thighs,” he stepped to the backside of the amazon; Samantha followed with an eyebrow raise. Two perfect cheeks, fit and round, just begging for it. “And one hell of an ass to match!” He hopped up and smacked the amazon’s ass as hard as he could. He expected it to jiggle and for the amazon to yelp in surprise. Of course he had to test her assets first. Big butts always get smacked. Instead blistering pain bloomed in his hand; a surprised shriek left his lips. Smacking steel would have been less painful compared to hitting her ass. James fell and sprawled onto the carpet clutching his throbbing hand. Both Samantha and the amazon loomed above, their eyebrows still raised.

“You should have seen that-”

“SHUT IT!” James yelled. He sucked in air and groaned whilst the two women tittered at him. If there was anything to compound his misery, it was getting a lecture about her foresight. If it was so pivotal for her as a goddess then she would have the foresight to know that this was the wrong place and time to lay out the extent of divinations. The amazon bent down and laid her palm onto his hand like an adult tending to an injured child. The pain subsided.

“Better?”

The amazon hoisted him up with a strength unfitting for someone of her build. Now that he was standing next to her, he really did understand why Samantha had pressed upon the notion her avatars had to be tall. Craning his neck back, he could only catch a glimpse of her beyond her oversized chest. The two great lumps were right in his face and it suddenly got tighter in his trousers the more he stared at them. “Yeah,” he said staring into the amazon’s chest, “much better.”

“That will teach you to smack a god’s ass.” Samatha floated above him and then spread out as if she were lounging out on a couch. “So I take it you like the changes?”

“Any man would be at the very least, you might lose the female population through jealousy. But yeah I think its way better than those angels you got right now.”

“Wonderful!” she swam through the air, flying upwards into a loop before hurtling back down to land gracefully next to him, “that’s all I needed you to help me out with for Ascendency Day! Now let-”

“Samantha.” James cut in. “What was the point of that?”

She blinked in response. “What do you-”

“Please Sam, you know what I mean.” James huffed. “You knew what I thought way before I had even thought it. You knew every word I was going to say.” Samantha was a blank slate. If his words were having any impact, it wasn’t apparent at all. “So what was the point of making me look at this?” He waved at the impassive amazon, “was it to find out if I preferred you as you were,” he glared at the perfected woman towering over him, “or what you want to become?”

The room was still. James felt a chill creep up his spine. Maybe her abilities to prognosticate and delve into the future were overstated, maybe it was all conjecture. Had she really spent so much time building a facade up to make herself look all-knowing? Both the women were like statues - unblinking, unmoving. The silence was too much to bear now for him. He let out a nervous laugh. They remained still. The pit in his stomach yawned ever deeper.

The women burst out laughing at him. Sam’s laugh was soft; the amazon’s a hearty bellow that made reality tremble before its might. James wanted to laugh with them. He knew he should have nothing to fear, but when she pulled these sorts of tricks it really did remind him what the difference was between them now. On a base level, she was still the same Samantha. When he looked at the blonde goddess before him, he knew she was destined to be so much more. Something infinitely greater. Infinitely terrifying. “The look on your face,” Samantha finally said as she wiped a tear away, “sure you haven’t shit your pants?”

He shot a glare a them. Both of them continued to giggle at him before they sighed their last chuckle away.

“Now then!” Samantha clapped her hands together. The apartment rippled. James looked around as the walls and ceiling shifted and waved. Behind, he heard the clack of heels. He turned round. Another amazon greeted him, an identical copy of the one he and Sam had been examining and critiquing for so long. “There are personal matters I need to tend to before all of humanity spends a whole day honouring yours truly!” Samantha floated cross-legged above him. "And well, everyday after that!" 

“O-Oh?” he looked from one amazon to the other, “dare to deign your first mortal follower at least?”

“Hmm~” she drummed her fingers on her chin, “nah, sorry. Too complex for your mind.”

“As a master of my mind,” he kept shooting looks between the two towering titans, "I beg to differ."

“Looks like we are going to have to agree to disagree here!” She waved her hand, “besides you have bigger problems to tend to.” The amazons took a step forward. One more and they would pin him in place.

“L-Like what?”

“My new avatar form requires a stress test, someone to explore all its angles and curves." The amazon's put their hands on their hips, their eyes narrowing into thin slits, a sly smile pulled to one side. His heart hammered in chest. "Who better to put my body through its paces...”

“But-”

The amazons squatted down in perfect union. The one in front spoke first. It had Samantha’s voice yet... didn't. It was lower, more breathy, alluring. “It is me.”

The one behind then chimed in. “They are all me.”

“But I wan-” James bit his words back. He chuckled. “Let me guess, you were going to tell me ‘to treat a girl on her Ascendency?’”

Samantha’s sly grin was all he needed. “Maybe you are starting to leach some of my power at last.” When he blinked, she was gone.

James scratched his head. He shifted his focus between the two amazons. “Uhh… Sam?” 

The one in front of him cocked her head, “what’s up?”

“Do I call you both-”

“We’re both Sam.”

The answer gave him a headache. “Yes, I know that, but I’m not used to dealing with two identical-looking women who-”

“Are you dumb? It’s just me. There isn’t two separate women here.” She pointed at the other amazon, “that’s me,” and then to herself, “and me as well.”

James breathed, closed his eyes and focused. She was toying with him again, she has to be. There was possibly nothing more tortuous an experience in all existence than dealing with a woman who knew everything you were going to say and were ever going to say in response. Every utterance she made was guiding him along a predetermined path towards an outcome she wanted. It frustrated him, the lack of control over everything. He-

Control? Samantha’s words butted in and ruined the harmony of his inner voice. I don’t control what you say or do.

“Do you seriously have to enter my mind as well? I'd like to keep some thoughts to myself.” James spoke aloud.

“Sorry.” Samantha’s amazons turned her head in embarrassment, “force of habit.”

James sighed. “Nevermind. Just… what is this stress test of yours?” He felt the amazon behind step forward. Before he knew it, she had squatted down, his head was between her breasts and her hands were rubbing him up and down. Two meaty thighs penned him in. The amazon in front stepped forth.

“Like I said. You will put my new form through its paces.” She clicked her fingers. The floor beneath them fell away, yet they remained suspended. In its wake was formless dark until what seemed a land made up entirely of a singular mattress came to their feet. “Even a god gets stressed from time to time and needs to find ways to… unwind.”

The protest died in his throat. Part of him still wanted to reason with Samantha that he didn’t feel comfortable with having two of these avatars having their way with him. Then again, she said these two creatures were her. They were so far a departure from the women he loved it was something else entirely, but he had to reason with himself. Samantha was something else entirely now. The last time she needed stress relief she confided to him had apparently forced her to reset reality to an early point. The thought lingered like a malignant tumour. What was her stress relief going to entail?

The amazon at his back disappeared and he fell flat onto the neverending mattress. He looked up at the eternal night. The sudden shift from apartment to whatever dimension or pocket reality Samantha brought him to boggled his mind. That must be quite unsettling, her words entered into his mind, let me change that. When he blinked, an aurora of colour greeted him. Gas and dust clouds of varying hues littered the midnight sky dotted with the diamond-like twinkle of faraway stars. Slack jawed, he beheld the array before him. Samanatha was never this powerful. The fact she could do this now...

James turned his head to his left. Samantha in her amazon goddess form greeted him as she lay on her side, her elbow planted and rest her head. “Impressed?”

“It’s-” 

The other amazon materialised behind him. He felt her hands caressing his body once more as they worked their way beneath his clothing, rubbing at his chest and his stomach. Her touch was inhumanly soft, too sublime in the way in which it glided about his body. His nervous system wasn't equipped to comprehend something that soft and delicate. It truly was the touch of a goddess. When her hand went down his trousers and found its way into his pants, he almost came from the touch alone. He gasped, his body shuddered as muscle and nerve worked to try and deal with a goddess out for carnal pleasures. He should have come on the spot. Even now he tensed, sucked in air and felt his body heat rise. Her hand stroked at his shaft and she cooed in delight the more he wiggled and writhed beneath her touch. Beyond the wracking pleasure, he knew that Samantha was keeping him was coming. She was letting him build up. The amazons pressed in. Their bodies pinned James between them. He looked up to see the two women looking down, a soft smile of their lips and a radiant aura basking their curvaceous form in gentle golden light. “How does it feel?” the one on the left asked.

He couldn't respond. All the words were caught in his throat. When he tried to speak all that came out was a delighted moan. The amazons both giggled. “Good answer,” said the one on the right. She lent in, slow and steady and pursed her lips for a kiss. He felt her warm breath. Her lips pressed into his. She was calm at first - tasting, savouring and delighting with each tender kiss she made. Her tongue danced with his, both the measure of one another as they kept tempo and followed an invisible tune set by their shared passion. He stared into the burning eyes. He saw the fire and fury of a vengeful god drunk on its power, he saw a gentle goddess keeping herself in check, he saw Samantha just before his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

James’ eyes jerked back into focus. No, came Samantha’s voice, not yet. We still have so much to do.

When Samantha retracted, James fell backwards. He was resting on top of the other amazon, his head between her breasts. She was now stroking his hair with one hand and twirling her finger around his nipple, humming all the while. Meanwhile, the other amazon stood, towering above. With a snap of her fingers, her dress burned away to reveal her bare physique in all its statuesque glory. His eyes danced from her oversized breasts to the faint hint of her abs down to her shaved pussy. She shuffled forward and squatted down, keeping back upright as she fondled around with her chest. Samantha cupped them both, tweaked with her nipples and let out a lustful cry, “what’s the matter?” Her cheeks were blushing hot red, “do you want a feel as well?” She leaned forward and her breasts dangled before him. James reached out and grasped at them and fonded her chest, enamoured with their sublime feel. Samantha’s amazons were both unleashing aroused moans in unison as he massaged her bust.

Then Samantha pressed forward. Her breasts smothered his face, his field of view now her ivory skin as she rubbed up and down, pushing herself harder and harder against him. What’s wrong dear? Her words invaded his mind, not man enough? One giggled; the other kept moaning. Despite the onslaught, James started to kiss her chest, licking at her skin. Samantha took that as a plea. One attack ended, only for another to begin. She pressed her lips into him again and exchanged their love for another in wet slobbers.

After an eternity, Samantha rose and turned. Her bare ass hung above. She wiggled it about and gave it a few hearty smacks. Her ass jiggled; reality rippled all around. “What did I say before?” She lowered herself down, “every queen needs a throne?” The thickest ass ever fathomed then landed on his face, making him writhe and struggle. “Ahh, much better.” With a faceful of ass, James squirmed about, but now the other amazon was holding him down. “And look what I have to play with!” came Samantha’s excited cry. He screamed in pleasure when he felt her hand gently grasp around his erect dick. She tittered in response, “you know I could make this so much bigger if you want…” he felt her begin to stroke. Her smooth grip, her overwhelming touch, her ass bearing down and trapping him in her embrace should have made him shoot out the last pitiful load. He felt it all trapped. All the pressure was building up. She stroked slow and delicate, taking her deliberate time to jerk him off. “But this is the perfect size for me…” her pace quickened to the point where it was unbearable. Every nerve ending was close to being fried from the ceaseless assault of pleasure tearing its way through him. He needed to come, if he didn’t his entire body was on the verge of collapse.

At last she rose. Samantha turned about and lowered herself, a hand on her crotch as she guided her pussy down onto James’ dick. She inhaled and gasped as it slid into her. Samantha grabbed his hands. He stared into the burning eyes of the goddess. Her cheeks were blood red, sweat trickled down her form. Samantha flicked her golden locks back. She licked her lips. With one thrust forward, reality buckled. Samantha worked her way back and forth as she rode on his dick. As she did, existence started to shatter around them, unable to deal with the strain of a goddess unleashing all her pent-up arousal in one single instance. Cracks formed in the sky. Her lust-filled moans and rapid thrusts seemed to be breaking existence as if it were made of glass. When she started to pound herself onto his dick, reality succumbed. James beheld the death of Samantha’s invented universe as stars winked out, planets broke apart and all around rumbled and shook in lockstep to her rising and falling, rising and falling. Her pace rose faster and faster; the apocalypse cascaded faster and faster. 

It all happened in one instance. Samantha threw her head back and bellowed a cry that only a god could. Its echo and strength carried itself through, tearing down reality atom by atom, quart by quart until a white void remained. Her control loosened and James shot rope after rope straight into her pussy. Cum dribbled down his cock as both he and Samantha continued to work themselves upon one another, her pounding and him thrusting. Everything save for them perished. They were alone in the void, two beings engaged in the pursuit of carnal delights. In that nothingness, the couple faltered. James went limp. Samantha rose. Cum dripped down her thighs, sweat sheened across her body. Both were breathing hard, fast and erratic. She lay down beside him. They didn’t say a word for what felt like an age.

James couldn’t feel anything. At the moment he came, all his senses burned out. His brain couldn’t reconcile any sensation or fathom what had just happened. It witnessed the death of everything. An artificial reality died during their lovemaking. How was a mortal meant to feel? Awe, dread, they were too base an emotion to feel at the sheer power brought to bear. His body was numb. Samantha had fucked all feeling out of him or the sense of pleasure he felt eclipsed any other possible sensation.

“Sorry about that.” Samantha clicked her fingers. With a choking gasp, James felt the heat of his body, the cum dripping from his dick and slathering his belly and the gentle caress of the goddess stroking his hair. “I had to deaden your senses otherwise…” she trailed off, letting James’ imagination do the rest. “Well, you can imagine. A good thing I made you invulnerable as well.” James saw a hand pointing to the white nothingness all around them. “And look at all this. Imagine the clean-up if we had this sort of fun in our reality.”

“Y-Yeah,” James gulped. His throat was dry. He had no energy to even move.

“Right then!” Samantha rose to her feet. With a click of her fingers, her dress reformed and energy poured back into James. “I would call that successful!”

James felt a sudden surge in strength, a rejuvenation of mind and body as though he had slept eight hours in a blink. Though he put his hand on nothing, there was something tangible enough to help him push on what felt like a floor. “You have a strange metric for success.” He waved his hand about, “I don’t think most couples’ bed play doesn't consist of destroying reality.” Then again, we are most certainly not the average couple.

“True.” The amazonian goddess stretched, “Though I’m sure every couple would want to experience even just a hint of what we get up to.”

“I don’t think my body could take a nymphomaniac goddess.” James rubbed at back, “Not without those blessings of yours.”

She giggled. “I always look after my faithful, you know that.” Samantha suddenly lunged forward and wrapped herself tight against James against her, lifting him into the air. “I love you.”

James wrapped his arms around her as best he could. “I love you too.” When he blink, Samantha was back to her normal bland self and they were on the floor of nothingess. He smiled at her. “Please tell me that’s the only time you’ll look like that in bed.”

She smiled back and buried her head in his chest. Her hug got just that bit tighter. “Only you…” she said.

“Only me? What do you-”

“Only you would see perfection and still want for the old me.”

“And I keep telling you,” he held her head in his hands. They stared deep into one another’s eyes, “you were perfect before and you are perfect now. Some gold bimbo you dream up isn’t going to change that.”

There was a twinkle in her eye. She choked back her tears with a laugh. “Smooth as always.”

When James blinked, they were back in the living room. Back in the dull normality. A dull tv, a faded full couch, cheap and dull shelving units and dumb and dull knick-knacks. It was the plain house they managed to buy together before her ascension. How he loved it. She insisted they could live somewhere far more opulent. Samantha showed him the interior of a palace once, something she conjured with her mind during the dawn of her powers. Rooms upon rooms of marble and gold, each wide enough to fit hundreds of people. Back then that had caused her some strain to bring it into existence. Barely a month later and she was conjured entire dimensions on whim alone. 

But he wanted it like this. It was a way to ground himself in the absurdity of it all. He gave Samantha a quick kiss and kicked back onto the sofa. Some news reports about Samantha’s avatar solving some world problems as per usual. He held back his grin. All the footage was of the amazon, that blonde goddess blessed with enviable physique. She towered above a bunch of scientists who tried their best not to look nervous. The reporter wafted on about how the goddess shared her knowledge. Her new avatars wandered the earth as if they had always been there. The angel-like versions of herself were somewhat droll compared to update. Much more godly having a ten foot tall amazon wandering about than some white-robed angel. Far too mundane for someone of her power.

He yawned. “So what next before Ascendency Day?”

“Nothing now.” Samantha smiled. The slyness unsettled him. “But I could always go for another round.”