*ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18 AND OVER*
Grant was not particularly interesting... and neither is that kind of story. This is NOT that kind of story. Grant was normal, just as interesting as anyone else. He had hobbies, played video games, got decent grades, friends, some girlfriends, nice family, vacations, all of those sorts of things. But he also had a porn addiction, not such an abnormal thing for his age.
Grant Harrison liked to think about things which he certainly should not think about. He thought about how his english teacher, Ms. Becke, had a slim-thick body and an ass he would like to just smack. He thought about how funny it would be to watch his bitchy principal Mrs. Parker get dominated and gang banged by the same students she regularly sent to detention. He thought about his own mother, a plain looking woman with celebrity-level tits and ass, touching herself in the bedroom. He thought about his best friend bouncing on his cock.
These were the kinda of things that filled Grant's head. And, I am certain, the same thoughts which fill the heads of men everywhere. Yet, out of all of those sorts of men, only Grant was blessed by the Universe to act on those thoughts...
It came like a flash of lightning on what would have been your average Monday morning. Grant was having a dream. Not a notable dream, just a dream. One that took an odd turn when he came face to face with a little fairy.
"My name is Frit," the fairy had spoken.
"I'm... Grant," he replied.
"I am God" Frit proclaimed.
"I am... I'm sorry... what?"
"Well, not exactly. I'm the goddess of your frighteningly small reality. BORING reality, I might say"
Grant scratched his dreaming head, "Sorry... I wish it was more interesting for you"
"Oh don't worry your little head," Frit replied, "It's about to get a hell of a lot more interesting."
Before Grant got a chance to respond, she said quickly "Sorry, so little time left here. Just remember, so much can be changed with a wave of the hand..."
Frit disappeared. So did the disturbingly lucid dream. Grant stirred in bed for a while as the real world creeped back into his mind.
Monday.
School day.
Nobody likes them, Garfield was right, and by the lack of a breakfast-y smell coming up the stairs, Mrs. Harrison was not preparing food. Grant begrudgingly clammored out of his twin sized bed and began to get dressed for school.
His room was a mess. Daily outfits consisted of whatever the guy saw first on top of several competing laundry piles. He wished it could all just be clean and organized and a nice outfit would be laying before him.
As soon as he had the thought, a fly buzzed past his cheek. Grant waved the sucker away and... what? In the blink of an eye his dumpster of a room was borderline sterilized. There was not even a dustbunny on the floor. Trash was gone, clothes were put away, his backpack was ready to go, and to top it all off, a stylish yet subtle outfit was laid out on his bed.
Grant almost passed out. Wishing for magical powers and begging God for a break was one of those things you daydream about because the human reality can't even hold a candle to fiction. It wasn't something which *actually* happened. Like, ever.
Grant's next move was to pull out his phone and check social media to see if anyone else had experienced this. Other than some schizophrenic-coded reddit posts... nothing. He slowly sat down on his fresh, clean bed and stared at the wall, thinking.
"Make a green ball of light appear in the middle of my room," he thought, giving his hand a wave. And not a moment later, shining in the center of his bedroom, was precisely what Grant had imagined.
Holy shit. He was free! He could do anything! It took the greedy pervert all of ten seconds to envision fame, fortune, WOMEN. It could all be his!...And then another ten seconds of thinking told him that might be boring. He didn't know how long he'd have these powers, but he did know that luxury and immortality make for the most depressed science fiction protagonists. Grant needed to improve HIS life, not assume the life of some billionare who he would never have become on his own. (Plus, what kind of story would that be)
So after donning this Monday's attire he marched downstairs to greet a whole new world.
His mother was in the living room reading. His little sister, Emma, was texting on her phone. And his big sister, Katie, was eating cereal in the dining room. Grant wanted to do a million things with his new power right here with his own family. But he decided there would be time for that later. As for now... time for school!!
Grant attended a pretty small school. It wasn't *small town* per say but it was small. And rural. Everyone knew everyone else in his grade. And the person who everyone knew the most was Penny Roberts. Good god Penny Roberts. She was the captain of the volleyball team, with wavy platinum blonde hair, nice round tits, and one of the fattest asses in the whole school. An ass to rival even Ms. Becke's!
Penny Roberts dressed like a modest christian girl, which she was... for the most part. Stories had always circulated about the sorts of things she would let some of the football team do to her on the back of the bus, but stories are just stories. Truth was, most people were scared to even speak to Penny Roberts, let alone try anything with her.
Except Grant. Grant had powers, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. And so when he stepped into his first period Science class, one where Penny Roberts walked in shortly after, Grant made a decision.
"Penny Roberts will approach me and start a conversation," he thought with a wave.