I reached over and slapped my alarm clock's snooze button as it woke me, still worn out from moving the day before. My parents were extremely rich, and this house had been my high school graduation gift, along with a new sports car and enough money to keep me in relative comfort for the next decade or so, even considering the cost of college tuition these days, but living alone would take getting used to. Thankfully I had nothing to do today. I rolled over to enjoy my extra nine minutes.
Halfway through, I hit something that definitely hadn't been there before, and immediately felt wide awake and fully refreshed.
Leaping up, I turned off the alarm, and threw down the covers of my king size bed--far too large for what I needed, but my parents insisted that my furnishings be the best money could buy--to reveal a young girl lying in the middle, staring at me with eyes that seemed to belong to someone far, far older than she appeared.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?" I almost screamed.
"I'm your new daughter, Alicia! Or, I should say, Mommy," announced the mysterious girl, whom I judged to be around seven years old.
"Excuse me, what? New daughter? You're, what, seven? I can't have a daughter your age!"
"Not like that, Mommy, your adopted daughter. All you need to do is pick a name for me and we'll be ready to go."
"You don't have a name?"
"I want whatever name you think I should have."
Finding this a bit much to take in, I opened my curtains onto a gorgeous sunrise. "Dawn," I said. "I'll call you Dawn."
"Dawn," said the girl. "Dawn. A good name." Reaching behind her, she produced seemingly from nowhere various forms, which at a glance appeared to name me as her adoptive parent. I knew I should have torn up those forms right then and there and taken the girl to an orphanage--I had no idea how to raise a child--but for some reason, I didn't.
Still looking at me strangely, Dawn suddenly said, "You're afraid."
"Afraid? Afraid of what? I'm not afraid," I repeated, not fooling either of us that I was saying it to try to make it true.
"You're afraid," my new daughter said, "that you won't raise me right, or well. You're afraid you won't have the time, being in college. You're afraid you'll neglect me. That's fine, Mommy. That's why I chose you."
"You... chose me?"
"Yes, I chose you. You see, I'm omnipotent. Just don't tell anyone. I chose you because you're the sort of human I think I'd be if I were truly human. Sometimes carefree, fun-loving, but responsible, too."
I hadn't heard much after the first few words. "You're what?"
"Omnipotent. You know, all-powerful. Capable of doing anything."
I was lost for words. This small girl was claiming that?
"You want proof? Fine. You know the body you've always wanted? I've decided that I don't want to be raised by someone who isn't comfortable in their own body, but I want to be raised by you. So I'll have to give you the body you've always wanted." The image flashed across my mind, something from my deepest fantasies. "Yes, even with those. No, nobody will find it strange. It'll just be the body you've had since you finished puberty."
I felt myself begin to shift. Suddenly it stopped as Dawn said, "Oh, you should probably take off your clothes and look in a mirror." In a flash I was standing naked in front of a huge mirror, seeing my unimpressive, short, flat-chested form; my pyjamas were nowhere to be seen.
I felt the same sensation I had before, and saw the changes in the mirror. The process was painless and swift. I stared, shocked that my fantasy had come to life, and that I was it.
My face was still recognizably mine, though more like the amazingly beautiful sister I never had, except the eyes, which had changed from my dull brown to ones that seemed to glow and shift colour randomly. The rest of me was definitely different.
It wasn't that I hadn't been anything special before. It's just that I was special in the sort of ways that got you shunned by people generally considered attractive. All that was gone, now, and I had the body I'd dreamed of.
It was a strange body, but I was getting turned on looking at myself. It had the jet black hair I wanted, curling around my body and reaching the floor and, as I idly wondered if I had some of the other things of which I'd fantasized, it unwrapped itself and instead fell behind me in a cape. A few further thoughts confirmed that I could use my hair as though each individual strand were an arm.
Just like in my dreams, I was tall, and sported a number of additions to the usual human form on my 10' frame. "This is amazing!" I said as I unfurled the ten long tongues I'd dreamed of having, confirming that I could speak even with all of them extended fully. I retracted two of them, but the other eight moved down my body, one to my bald pussy, one spiraling around the erect 4' dick that came practically to my mouth, reaching its base and massive ball sac, the organ itself passing between the six breasts I sported on my torso that put prize-winning watermelons to shame, each of which had its nipple being pleasured by another tongue. As my arousal grew, I retracted all my tongues and sent my hands flying to pick up where they'd left off. Pairs of pairs of seven-fingered hands--each arm split at the elbow into two forearms--cupped each breast, played with each nipple, jacked my penis in four places along its length, cupped my balls, played with my clit and fingered my vagina. I'd completely forgotten about Dawn, but I couldn't help myself--I was just too horny. My other sixteen arms--I had thirty pairs in total--roamed around my body, appreciating the hard muscle I had, the large butt, the completely smooth skin, and then I came to a massive orgasm.
"I take it," said Dawn from behind me as I recovered, "that you appreciate your new body. Good. Just so you know, nobody will find it at all strange. In fact, here's the life you would have had if this is the body into which you grew." New memories flooded my mind, revealing a life not much different from my original one. "And yes, as you may have guessed from those memories, you have all those superpowers as well. Flight, invulnerability, superstrength, superspeed, super-senses, X-ray vision, temperature manipulation, panoramic vision, telepathy, telekinesis, teleportation, weather and geological manipulation, and invisibility. You can also pass through solid objects and split yourself into multiple bodies, and you won't suffer any ill effects from exposure to extreme conditions--heat, cold, pressure, gravitational forces, hard vacuum, or any such things. You can also function at peak condition for as long as you want, even using your superpowers the whole time, without sustenance or sleep. You don't even need to breathe. As for the magnitude of your abilities, your speed is enough to visit every single cubic attometre in the universe a googolplex to the googolplex to the googolplex times in the time it takes to blink your eyes, your teleportation can take you to all those points that many times over again in the same span, you can see, hear and smell the entire universe at once, you can read, manipulate and completely control any mind in the universe, even all of them--save mine--at once, you can alter temperature, weather and geological processes anywhere in the universe, you can create as many bodies for yourself as you want, nothing except me can harm you, and you're strong enough that a ball the mass of the universe would feel far, far lighter to you now than a feather did to you before, though you can control your strength minutely. But always remember that you're only the second-most powerful being in the universe." With that, she hopped off the bed, and while, a bit frightened, I tried to escape, I found myself unable to do anything as she walked toward me and pinched me hard. I yelped. "Just remember: I can do anything I want."
"But then why give me all this, if there's no difference for you between this and the way I was?"
"Because an all-powerful being like me shouldn't call anyone even remotely 'normal' Mommy, and I liked your fantasy. Oh, yes, you can make any clothing and accessories you want appear on your body."
My cock now hung down, flaccid at two and a half feet. Just like in my dreams, I was able to tuck it inside my vagina painlessly, my balls retracting into my crotch. Then I envisioned my clothing and saw it appear: three red latex bandeau bras for my huge tits, a black latex miniskirt, leather boots with a six-inch heel coming up to my skirt, fingerless elbow-length gloves on each forearm, a diamond-studded choker, diamond earrings and a gold ring on each of my seven hundred and twenty fingers, each containing a beautiful gem. I had no make-up, as it would spoil my natural--well, supernatural--beauty.
"So now that you're pleased with your new body, Mommy," and I silenced the small mental protest that said that this was wrong, it was unnatural, "what do you want to do today?"
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