God Tier Pt 01

*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.

The girl turned to look him in the eyes and smile, greeting him and then approaching for a longer talk. This was unusual, and with another thought Grant made it so that his nervousness and inability to speak to women could not be perceived. The two of them talked for a while about stupid things like the weather, and then class started.

Science was interesting but Mr. Barry, the teacher, was boring. Grant yawned, it was too early for his monotone speeches. Maybe some fun could be had. With a wave of his hand and a simple thought, he watched as the science teacher's pants began to tent up at the groin. It was the most obvious boner a man could ever possibly have, and everyone in the room noticed. That included Mr. Barry, who blushed hard and sat down behind his desk abruptly.

He continued to teach class from that position. Boring. Grant needed to make another choice to entertain himself. Fuck it, why not go for a big one.

This thought was a little longer, more complex. Grant needed to be sure that when he decided to wave his hand and send it off into reality, nothing too bad would happen. Not like he couldn't reverse it but still, he hadn't actually attempted to rewind time or anything yet.

Once the hand was waved, Mr. Barry cleared his voice and spoke. "Now for this section of our Anatomy chapter, I need two volunteers. How about Penny and Grant? Please come to the front of class you two"

Penny rolled her eyes and got up reluctantly while Grant beamed, both excited and nervous for what was about to happen. Mr, Barry enunciated further, "Now... Ms. Roberts will bend over my desk and display her rear end to the rest of the room."

Penny's eyes shot up, "What?!?!" she roared.

"You heard me Ms. Roberts, now don't act like this is an act of lewdity, it is simple Science. And you will get an F if you do not comply"

The rest of the classroom was blushing and speechless as Penny slowly walked over to the desk in a huff and bent down just a little away from her classmates. Grant stared in awe as her skirt hung around the sides of her ass. Then, Mr. Barry went on with his task.

"Grant, you are going to lift up Ms. Roberts' skirt please."

Penny began stammering something about how illegal this has to be but Grant went on and hoisted her skirt up, revealing that bare, fat ass to the entire class. One of the nerdier guys fainted.

"Now," Mr. Barry continued. "I want you to spread her rear end to the side and point to what you think the vagina is."

Grant chuckled to himself and yanked down Penny's panties, pushing one of her ass cheeks aside and touched his index finger to the edge of her pussy. Penny was bright red in the face and shaking. She mouthed the word help to Grant, who grinned and shook it off. Realizing she had no choice, Penny relinquished herself to the experience. That was until another wave of Grant's hand.

"Mr. Harrison, I would like you now to finger Ms. Roberts until she is wet for this next demonstration."

The classroom gasped and people objected, Penny among them. But nobody moved or did anything to stop this. Grant's command didn't allow them to. He slowly pushed two of his fingers inside of Penny Roberts and began surging them back and forth.

A whimper and a moan escaped her lips. Penny was being masturbated in class by the worst dork of them all; in front of Mr. Barry himself. What would her family or friends think of her now??

Grant picked up the pace until he was basically finger blasting her in fromt of everyone. Her thighs quivered and loud moans were being forced from her mouth with each thrust of Grant's fingers. Everyone else looked on in shock.

Mr. Barry interceded "Alright Mr. Harrison thats enough. Ms. Roberts is quite wet enough now." He turned his attention towards the class as Grant took a step back leaving Penny to pant and lay limp on the desk.

"Class" Mr. Barry started, nobody in the class able to pick their jaws up from the floor. "We will now have a group experiment. I will demonstrate first. For proper insemination and breeding of any animal on Earth, the following must be done".

Penny picked up her head as Mr. Barry approached. "Proper WHAT?! Mr. Barry you can't...!". Her cries went unanswered as the teacher quickly dropped his pants and forcefully grabbed hold of the student's hips, slowly inserting the tip of his rock hard cock.

The classroom gasped. Penny gasped. She gripped on to the edge of the desk tight as Mr. Barry slowly buried himself down to the balls inside of his own student. Grant could see Penny's eyes rolling back into her head.

Mr. Barry, decades older than the girl who was now impaled on his cock, began thrusting forcefully inside of her. Penny's fat ass clapped against his stomach as he picked up pace. After only a minute, the teacher dumped the entirety of his hot load inside of her tight pussy, causing her to squirm and cry. Then, he silently put his pants back on and tightened the belt.

"Now class, I would like all of the males in the room to take a turn cumming inside of Ms. Roberts to fully learn the lesson. All of the women in the class may simply touch themselves and watch"

Noone could believe what he just said, least of all Penny, whose already sopping wet pussy and brilliant smile were sign enough that she was falling in love with this experiment. But they didn't have to. In shock or not, a wave of Grant's hand meant a line of male students formed behind Penny Roberts, as they each took a turn (most of them losing their virginitys!) breeding the girl with the fattest ass in school.

Grant didn't even bother. He was too busy watching and enjoying. Once everyone was done and back in their seats, the bell rang. Grant had a fascinating idea. He waved his hand, causing everyone in the room to forget everything that had just happened. *Except* Penny. She sat at her desk sweaty and brain broken. As everyone else walked out of the room in an orderly fashion, she turned her head wildly looking for some acknowledgement.

Grant exited the room last when Penny put a hand on his shoulder and spun him around. "WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!" the girl asked. Grant frowned "What? We just has class didn't we?".

"No no no. THAT was not class. THAT was a fuck train. You cannot just let thirteen different guys give me the most mind blowing orgasms of my life and act like nothing happened.”

Grant forced his eyes to go wide but then smirked and giggled. "Y'know Penny, if what youre saying really *did* happen, and *I* was the cause of it, I'd be a little extra nice to me from now on."

Grant winked, leaving the spoiled popular girl with a ghostly white face of shock. Welp, time for the next class. Mrs. Becke would surely help him fix these blue balls of his...