Damien should have walked into the school like a god among subjects. After all, that’s what he was. Maybe the Syntax - the base code of reality - was nothing but divine magic.
But if he were a god, he was a troubled one. Yes, he had limitless power. And yet he’d lost control over it.
The Change Storm. That’s what they’d called it. Around three months ago, his changes to the syntax had propagated out. Not randomly - more than half the transformations hit schools, the site of his own changes. And all of the changes had been… well, fucking sexy. But none of them had been his doing.
What any of that meant was beyond him. And that wasn’t the only mystery…
He reached into his backpack and retrieved the lamp. With a few rubs, a beautiful princess appeared.
“Hello, master,” she cooed. She draped her arms around his shoulders, gazing into his eyes.
“Hello, Shadi,” she said. She squirmed as he kissed her. “I have a wish to make.”
“I live to serve you, master.” Her face was flushed, he noticed.
“I wish I knew where Rochelle was.”
His genie blinked. “I’m sorry, master, but her power is blocking mine.”
“That’s okay,” he said. He didn’t expect a different result. After all, her power was - somehow - blocking even his. Still, he had to try. Just as he’d try again tomorrow. “In that case, I wish you’d have the most intense orgasm of your life.”
She gripped him like a vice, moaning as her body spasmed. She squeezed harder until he was sure she’d have killed a mortal man. Her cries went up an octave, then up another one. When she finally calmed down, a minute later, there were tears in her eyes. “Thank you, master.”
He gave her a moment, letting her breathing return to normal. “I have another wish,” he said. “I wish for a breakfast suitable for a pregnant genie.”
She sniffled and smiled at him. A dramatic blink and then she was holding a plate of bacon, eggs and pancakes. “Thank you, master.”
He looked her up at down. At three months pregnant, there was the slightest hint of a belly. Her outfit showed it off, otherwise there’d be no sign of it.
The next few months were going to see a lot of swelling bellies. The pregnancy rate at this school had to be close to 100%. For the first month or two, there hadn’t been a day where he hadn’t seen a girl corner some lucky guy and force herself on him.
They didn’t just want babies - they were desperate for them.
He wondered how much of that was his doing. Their libidos were his, but this urge to breed had to be hers…
One of the teachers smiled and waved at them, interrupting his thinking. All the teachers had changed, too, for the better. The only way to tell them apart from their students was their lack of uniforms. Her long, fluffy ears pointed in his direction as she ambled over. “Good to see you, Damien.”
“You too,” he said. “You’re looking…”
“Big, right?” she said with a giggle. She caressed a belly that belonged to a woman three months further along than she was. “The doctor said I’m carrying nine babies. I guess I got a bunny’s fertility, not just the ears and tail.”
“Congratulations,” Shadi said.
“Thank you. I can’t wait to be a mother.” She sighed. “There’s a man who wants to see you.”
Damien frowned. “Dark suit, dark glasses, scary government type?”
The bunny woman nodded. “You know him?”
“I know his type. Come on, my pet.”
The teacher started to follow them. “Oops, you meant her. I’ll, uh, just head to class…”
He wished for a bowl of lettuce for her and Shadi obliged. “I’ll fuck you later,” he promised her.
The secret agent was waiting for him where the other ones had. He was doing his best to look stern and authoritative. Before he could speak, Damien asked, “what kind of secret agent meeting spot is this? It’s the car park, for my sake.” He gestured to the side of the building, where Wendy was going to town on Phoebe’s pussy. Phoebe towered over the petite beauty so much that Wendy barely needed to bend over.
“There’s no point in being discreet,” he said. “You country needs you, Damien.”
He ignored that second remark. “Is there any point in following protocol? Because I said I’d only work with female agents.”
The agent glared at him, a cockroach trying to intimidate a deity. “We’re trying a different approach.”
“Why?” That question came from Shadi.
His glare moved to her. “Three female agents. One came back with boobs the size of watermelons. One came back with an ass the size of a couch. One came back with butterfly wings and sparkling skin. None are fit for field work anymore and all are expecting.”
Damien felt bad for him. He did a great job at coming across stern, unimpressed and uncompromising. It’s a shame his genie girlfriend giggled all the way through. “That sounds hot,” Shadi said as she rubbed her hand over her clit.
“The way I see it, I saved those women. They’re safer and happier now.” Damien’s voice became as serious as the agent’s did. “But even if you see them as losses, they were not in vain. Every time you asked for my help, I had my fun with the messenger. Then I got to work.”
The agent went to interrupt but Damien ignored him. “I’ve turned some terrible people away from some terrible acts, at your government’s request. I have saved this country, mystery agent, more than you could.”
His eyes flashed with anger, even through the sunglasses. “You little brat. Someone ought to -“
“And I’m bored.” Damien raised his phone. “There, now you’re fulfilling the agreement.”
The agent looked down at her body. “What the…” she said.
“Now, go back to your boss and tell them I only work with women. That’s my price. If it’s too high, they can find any other reality-manipulator to work with.” He chuckled. “Good luck with that.”
Shadi thought the agent was furious. Her cheeks were flushed red. But then she recognised that expression. The agent walked back to her car, a stream of pussy juice trickling down her leg as she walked.
“That was mean,” the genie giggled. The agent closed the car door and started getting herself off. Her body tilted back and they could see the moans forming on her lips. “What if the threat is a serious one?”
Damien shrugged. “I’m pretty sure I know what it was. I already resolved it - it will take time for them to realise it, that’s all. And now they know my rules are real.”
“You don’t agree?”
“I’m incapable of disagreeing, master,” she said instantly.
“Attagirl. You need to understand my powers are political as well as… well, whatever they are. But,” he added, “you are loyal, sexy and pregnant. I don’t want to fight. Let me make it up to you?”
Her eyes lit up as he started to undress. “Of course, master.”
He pinned her against the wall and entered her with his divine cock. She was ready for it. She was always ready. As always, sex with Damien was amazing. His dick always knew what to do. Some part of her suspected that it changed size and shape to suit whichever girl he was with.
Time melted. At first, she counted her orgasms but she quickly lost track. When he finally came inside her, every part of her pulsed with raw pleasure.
“Nice show,” a voice from above them said.
Damien looked upwards. “Oh, hi Molly,” he said to the schoolgirl as she flew down. He loved that she wore her uniform - short skirt, no panties - while flying overhead. He gestured to his hard dick. “Want a power boost?”
She bit her lip. It was obvious that she did. “It is true what Stella said? About your cock dissolving condoms?”
He gave a boyish grin. “Why, you mean you’re not pregnant?”
She gave him a sideways look. Unlike the agent, it was intimidating enough to make him cringe. “I spend my spare time fighting crime,” she said. “I can’t do that while worrying about a baby.”
Damien grimaced. “Oh, Molly, I wish I knew. I should have explained - my genes plus your genes? That baby will be indestructible.”
She blinked. “Really?”
“Right from fertilisation.”
Her face contorted. She flew at him and landed hard on his erection. “Oh, Damien, oh god, fuck, fuck me,” she moaned. “Cum in me and knock me up. I need a baby!”
Damien felt bad for her. He assumed she was either pregnant or didn’t want to be. He knew he should unload in her quickly to make it up to her, to end her quiet suffering.
But, damn, he was enjoying hearing her beg.
He waited a couple of minutes before he gave her what she needed. “Ohhhhhh, so good, thank you!”
A couple of minutes were all it took to attract a crowd. Those superpowered lungs of hers…
Jun forced her way to the front. That was easy to do, with hips as big as hers. The impossibly proportioned Asian girl smiled at him. “I need a baby, too.”
“Now, Jun,” he said, “we both know you’re pregnant. Your tits are now so big, each weighs as much as you used to. And your milk production is through the roof.”
She frowned. “Yeah, but, just in case…”
He sighed. Damien was a generous god and one of his subjects needed him…