Cindy sat in her new Ford pickup truck and waited.  Through the windshield she watched the glass door of a liquor store through which she knew her quarry would soon emerge.  When he did, she didn't really know what she would do with him.

For much of her 16 years Cindy had considered what kind of a goddess she would be.  There were times, sparked by an awareness of the suffering of so many humans, that she wanted be a benevolent deity.  So many people had to endure so much misery and agony over the centuries and millennia.  In her role though, she could change all that.  She could provide food to the hungry, make the sick well again, remove despotic leaders, create an endless source of clean energy....  She had made a lot of plans during that period of her life, all idealistic, none well thought out.

Then came another period of her life.  Adolescence.  Confined by otherworldly commitments she was not allowed to consort with her peers.  She had had to keep her body unattractive.  Oh, how she had wanted to share, to partake in the experimental fun and excitement that others were experiencing, but that was not permitted.  That wasn't the worst of it, though.  Cindy's homeliness and reticence had earned her an unwelcome reputation: that of a prude, a puritan, and an ugly one at that.  She had had to endure endless emotional torture and torment.  The kids called her terrible names, the adults looked the other way.  There was nobody she could turn to - she had no parents here, no friends who really knew who she was.  She had wanted desperately to use her powers, but she knew that doing so would have meant the loss of her appointment.  She managed to resist.  But it was during that period that she began to feel she would be a vengeful goddess.  When she gained her freedom, she was going to make these monsters pay for their meanness.

Of course it was never really a hundred percent either way.  Her attitude would change regularly, sometimes even during the course of a day.  These were just where her feeling lay most of the time.

And now, sitting outside the liquor store, Cindy still wondered which way she wanted to go.  Certainly the fact that she was waiting for Marc, and that Marc had been one of her worst tormentors, should tell her something.  And she hadn't cured any epidemics yet, either.  Patience, she told herself, it's only been a week.  The only thing she knew for sure right now was that she wanted to confront Marc, and she wanted Marc to see once and for all at whose expense he had had his fun.  After that, she'd play it by ear.

Then the glass door opened.  Cindy briefly glimpsed her truck's reflection in it as door swung, and then Marc was stepping out into the waning afternoon sunlight.  Marc was a hulking figure, large, unkempt, with an acne face.  He wore sloppy clothes, and probably didn't wash much.  Cindy could never figure out what the girls saw in him.  Two steps behind Marc was his sidekick Larry.  He was tall, skinny, and of absolutely no consequence to Cindy.  Larry did everything Marc told him to do.  He seemed to have no mind of his own.

The unlikely pair headed toward Marc's beloved military-style Jeep, where Larry dumped the package of alcohol.  Then Marc looked up and detoured toward Cindy's truck.  "Lookey what we have here," he said to Larry as they came close.  Cindy opened her door and stepped out to meet them.  She was in her homely form, so she expected no other greeting than this.  "Goin' on a date tonight," he taunted?  Larry laughed obediently.

Cindy glanced at the skinny kid, and then waved him away.  Larry immediately shut his mouth, turned, and walked back to stand by the Jeep. 

"Hey, Larry, where you goin'?"  Marc was perplexed.  Then he shrugged.  It's more fun without him anyway, he decided.

He turned back to Cindy.  "So, no date tonight?  Wanna be my date?"  He was sneering.

Cindy shook her head in pity.  "You think you're so cool, don't you, you overgrown piece of shit."

Marc was taken aback.  This stupid girl had no right to talk to him this way.  He would have to teach her a lesson.  He took a step forward -- or rather, tried to take a step forward.  He found he couldn't move.  His legs and arms were stuck in place.  Worry appeared on his face as he used all his concentration to get even his fingers or toes to move.  But nothing moved.  His limbs were paralyzed!

Marc looked back at Cindy, who was smiling.  "What the hell did you do to me?  What are you, some kind of witch?"

"No," said Cindy, "I'm your goddess."

Marc started to snicker, but then he stopped rather suddenly.  Cindy was changing.  He looked on in wonder as her body together with her clothes grew, slowly but noticeably, until she was over fourteen feet tall.  Marc found himself craning his neck to see the face of the girl he thought he was pestering.  Then he received an added shock.  Cindy no longer looked like Cindy.  She had instead the most beautiful body imaginable, its size notwithstanding.  She was every girl he had ever fantasized about, the large firm breasts, the long shapely legs, and a visage in which one could completely lose oneself  And there was something funny about the way she looked.  It was almost as if her outlines were not well defined.  Marc squinted, but her outlines kept shifting and stirring.  She was shimmering.

He didn't have much time to stare, though.  Cindy pointed at his neck with her thumb and forefinger.  Not touching him, just pointing in his direction.  Then she brought her fingers closer together, and Marc began to feel some pressure on his neck.  She brought them a little closer, and Marc opened his mouth; he was having trouble breathing.  She squeezed a little more, and Marc's face began turning red.  He could still breath, though barely.  He began clawing at his neck, but could only find his collar.  He tore that away, but it didn't help.

Then Marc's predicament worsened.  Cindy gradually lifted her arm higher, and Marc felt himself being lifted, by his jaw, until his feet were no longer touching the ground!  This was impossible!  The bitch wasn't even touching him!  How could she pick him up off the ground like this?  How could she choke the air out of him like this?

She moved her hand closer, and Marc found himself carried toward the giant girl in front of him, until his vision was overwhelmed by her vast and beautiful breast.  Unbelievably, he found himself getting aroused!  And not just a little, either.  His prick was on fire!  It was rock hard and straining inside his jeans.  And not just his prick, but his whole body was shaking.  He couldn't have taken his eyes off the vast mounds before him if he had wanted to.  He wanted nothing more in the world than to plunge his face into that enormous cleavage, to surround himself with those breasts, to bury himself inside her flesh.  He was totally under the control of this -- yes, this goddess!

Cindy smiled evilly.  "This is who I am," she said quietly.  "You tortured Me for years.  You made My life hell, and now you owe Me.  Here is the penance I command.  For the rest of your life you will have a powerful sex drive, even more than what you have now.  The mere thought of the female gender will arouse you, will make you wild with desire.  But more powerful still will be your fear of Me.  When you lie with a woman you will think of me.  When you enter her you will think of me.  When she cums you will think of me.  But you will not be able to climax.  You will desire such release greatly, but you will never succeed.  Instead your thoughts will be overwhelmed by images of Me, of My beauty, of My power, and of My wrath.  You will cower from My image, but you cannot escape your shame.  And if your frustration turns to violence My image will overwhelm you again.  You shall not seek to harm Me or any woman."  Cindy spread her fingers apart, and Marc dropped to the ground in a heap, where he took deep, labored breaths.  "Now leave me!"  She flicked her forefinger at him, and Marc found himself suddenly flying backwards, right over his Jeep, where he crash landed on his ass.

Cindy watched her former tormentor pathetically nursing his wounds.  Chalk one up for vengeful, she thought.  Then she shrunk herself to normal size, but decided to retain her beautiful form.  She was done proving anything to anybody. 

She was about to return to her truck but stopped short when a movement caught her eye.  It was Larry!  He had climbed onto the hood of Marc's Jeep, where he was bowing down to her like a devout Muslim in a mosque!  Cindy smiled.  She was sixteen years old, and she already had her first disciple! 

She spoke to him very softly, but her voice filled his entire being.  "Larry!"

"Yes, my goddess," he responded.

"Look at Me.  I will not hurt you."

Larry slowly lifted his face.

"You will no longer follow Marc.  Live your own life now.  Have your own thoughts, your own desires.  Do what is right, and stand up for it.  Do not bow down to Me, I do not require it.  But I will be watching."

She let that sink in for a minute.  All she'd done was talk to him.  She hadn't modified him in any way, but it seemed to change him anyway.  Gradually she saw him visibly relax.  He sat up and looked around, taking in the view.  He studied the parking lot, the fire house across the street, the glass doors of the liquor store behind him.  It was as if he was seeing the world with new eyes.  Then those eyes fell on his former buddy Marc, whimpering behind the Jeep, and Larry's nose wrinkled in disgust.  He looked back at Cindy.

"Thank you, my goddess," he said.  He bowed again briefly, then climbed off the hood and walked away.  Cindy felt satisfied.  She thought, And chalk up another one for benevolent. 

With a shrug she climbed back into her truck.  Benevolent?  Vengeful?  How about capricious?  Frivolous?  She still didn't know.  She'd just have to wait and see.

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