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This story takes place in the same universe as my story 'God for a Day'. It's not one of my better ones and the TG element is fairly light, but I hope you find it amusing anyway. Wrath of a God (for a day) By Morpheus Barry McCormick shifted position on his bar stool, ordering another beer. He didn't say a word as he took a drink, scowling as he thought about all of his problems. It seemed almost as if that was all that he had nowadays. Problems and people, which caused those problems. "Damn bitch," Barry grumbled to himself, thinking about his ex wife. It had nearly been a year since Cindy had divorced him, taking him for everything that he owned. She might have been a cheating whore, but she had a damn good lawyer. Barry suspected that he was the same guy that she had been sleeping with before then. With a grimace, Barry took a deep drink of beer, thinking that his whole life sucked and it was all Cindy's fault. Her and that asshole boss of his. He felt as though the whole world was against him, and being an overweight 37 year old, he thought that it was too late to make a fresh start. Just then, the bartender slapped another glass of beer down in front of Barry. There was a knowing, sympathetic look on the bartenders face. "Sounds like you have some problems," he told Barry with a faint nod. "Huh?" Barry blinked in surprise, suddenly wondering if he'd been thinking aloud again. He couldn't be completely sure since he knew that he was already a little drunk, though not quite drunk enough for his own satisfaction. "I can read minds," the bartender responded with a smile. "It's a pretty new talent, but fairly useful." Then he shrugged, "I'm just not sure if it will last..." Barry just gave a nod at that, having heard stranger things during his times at bars. Usually though, they came from the patrons and not the bartenders. "What do ya want?" "Actually," the bartender chuckled, "it's what you want." There was a pause as he moved to pour a glass of whiskey for someone else, then told Barry, "I have the power to help you. Or actually, I want to give you the power to help yourself." There was a minute of silence while Barry took a long drink from his beer, glancing up at the bartender who he was sure was yanking his chain. After all, he'd had fun messing with drunks himself. At Barry's look of disbelief, the bartender announced, "At the moment, I have the power of a god." He gestured around the bar. Frowning, Barry turned to look and then froze, gasping, "What the fuck?" The music had suddenly gone silent, and everyone had frozen motionless. There was a man with a glass raised to his lips, remaining there, while another man was in the middle of smoking, the smoke no longer even moving about his head. Barry even noticed a man playing darts, with one dart suspended in midair between him and the board. Everything seemed to be the same, with everyone and everything in the bar seeming to be like a statue, except for the bartender and himself. Barry looked back to the bartender, who was smiling as he wiped up a spill on the bar. "Like I said, I have the power to do almost anything." He gave a grin and added, "Some guy gave it to me last night as a tip." "You can do... anything?" Barry gasped, taking another look around him, suddenly feeling a whole lot more sober. "Then why are you still working as a bartender?" The man just shrugged, "I like being a bartender." He said it as if that was all the reason in the world. All that Barry could say to that was, "I guess." However, he knew that he had that kind of power, he'd never work a day again in his life. "Of course," the bartender told him, "there is a catch." There was another moment of silence as the bartender looked around, then bent over and in an almost conspiratorial manner and told Barry, "You can only keep the power for a day before you have to pass it on." Barry snorted at that, "That's a shame." Suddenly, the bartender put his hand on Barry's, and then a tingle ran through Barry's body. "There," the man behind the counter stated, "The power is yours now." He smirked, "At least for a day." Feeling a little startled, Barry looked around and realized that everyone in the bar was moving again. There was nothing to indicate that anything unusual had happened, not even the bartender, as he was busy serving other customers. However, as Barry got up to leave, the bartender did give him a faint smile and nod of the head. The rest of the way home, Barry couldn't stop thinking about what had happened at the bar. A part of him was sure that he had to have just imagined it all, or more likely have been the victim of some joke. However, he didn't think so. Somehow, it had seemed far too real, even with him having a couple beers in him. Then, unable to resist finding out for sure, Barry stopped where he was and tried to wish something to happen. He was going to prove whether that power he supposedly had really existed or not. And to his surprise, he found that his body began to change, just as he had willed I to. His waist drastically started to thin while his muscles expanded. Within a moment, his clothes were loose about the waist but tight nearly everywhere else. It only took another bit of power to change the clothes to fit his altered body. "Fuckin A!" Barry exclaimed in delight as he flexed his now bulging bicep. "I could get used ta this." For a moment, Barry just stood where he was, flexing his new muscles and feeling extremely impressed with himself. Then he decided to do a little more, willing himself to become a few years younger, and then focusing his attention to his crotch. He grinned as he felt his dick swell larger within his pants, always having wanted to be big like one of those porn starts. "Maybe I should go make me a porno now," Barry laughed. It only took a few seconds before Barry realized that as great as his new body was, it didn't do him much good at all if he couldn't show it off. The same went for his new power, probably even more so. And with that, Barry changed direction and started for his buddy Frank's place. Frank was the one guy that he always loved to brag in front of, and if this didn't give him bragging rights... nothing would. When Barry arrived at Frank's place, he stood at the door for a moment, smirking before he finally knocked. Once the door was opened, Frank stood there. He was a few years younger than Barry, as well as a bit more fit. Or at least younger and more fit that the pre-altered Barry. "Who?" Frank grumbled, eyeing Barry suspiciously. Barry just pushed his way inside, announcing, "It's me you schmuck. Barry." It was obvious that Frank didn't believe him, so Barry used his new godlike power to change himself back to normal... but only long enough for Frank to see him. Several seconds later, he was back to his improved form. "See?" "Holy shit!" Frank gasped in disbelief. He stared at Barry for a moment, his mouth hanging over before finally asking, "You want a beer?" His voice shook, and the very fact that he'd offered Barry a drink said a lot since he was normally quite stingy with his stock of beer. At least as far as Barry was concerned. After several minutes, Frank finally asked, "What the hell happened to you?" Barry was surprised that it had taken him so long to get around to it. He quickly filled Frank in, though he left many of the details out. The thing that was important though was that he now had the power of a god and could do anything that he wanted. "And that's about it," Barry finished, feeling rather smug with his new power. "I am... a god." Then he demonstrated by making a pile of cash appear right in the middle of the floor. Frank just stared at Barry, looking somewhat nervous. Neither of them said anything more for several minutes as they drank their beers. Finally, Frank shook his head. "That's incredible." He looked at Barry again and exclaimed, "Think of all the good you could do. I mean, you could be a super hero." Giving off a loud snort, Barry responded, "I don't think so." Barry wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do with his new power, though he knew that it wasn't going to have anything to do with capes and spandex. Suddenly, Barry froze as it dawned on him. He'd been thinking about what he could do to fix his problems, to improve his life. And then it had hit him. It was so obvious that he was surprised that he hadn't thought of it immediately. Then again, he'd been so stunned by what had happened, and wanting to show it off, that he hadn't been able to even think about what he was actually going to do with it until then. "Then what are you gonna do?" Frank asked, taking gulp from his beer, though his eyes never left Barry. "I am going to make the world a better place," Barry grinned cruelly, "I'm gonna teach that fucking bitch ex of mine a lesson." He scowled, "And the rest of those assholes who fucked up my life." Frank couldn't help gulping nervously at Barry's expression, wondering if that was really such a good idea. "Isn't that kind of like... wasting your powers?" However, Barry wasn't paying much attention to that. Instead, he was focusing all of his powers to wish his ex wife Cindy would turn into a statue, wherever she was. But after several seconds of trying, he had some sort of feeling that nothing had actually happened. He grimaced in frustration, almost demanding to know why it wasn't working. Suddenly, it was almost as if the power itself answered him, filling Barry with understanding. It was distance. The power could only affect things within a mile or so, and only if he could see it or picture it clearly. "Weird rules," Barry grumbled to himself, not feeling the least but pleased about his discovery of these limitations. "Damn!" "Look," Frank said, "Forget her." He pleaded with Barry, "Think about it. You can end world hunger. Hell, you can create world peace." Barry shrugged at that, still thinking about Cindy and what he wanted to do to her. "Maybe later," he muttered, deciding that kind of thing was nice and all, but he had more important things to deal with first. "C'mon Barry..." Frank insisted. "Damn it," Barry glared at his friend in annoyance, "You're starting to sound like a chick with your nagging." Then Barry's scowl changed into a smirk as an idea suddenly occurred to him. An instant later, he'd focused his new powers upon Frank, laughing aloud as Frank gasped in shock. The effects were immediately obvious as Frank's body actually began to change, slowly at first. "What the fuck?" Frank demanded with more than a hint of panic in his changing voice. Frank's body swelled in places and pulled in at others, all the while he grasped at himself and Barry smirked. Barry knew that he could have made it instantaneous, but it was much more fun to watch this way. It was almost... erotic to see breasts push out of Frank's chest, and long blonde hair coming from his head. Of course, Frank no longer looked anything like himself once the changes has finished. For a moment, Frank just stood where he was, looking completely shocked. His body had changed dramatically, into that of a 19 year old blonde woman who had the build of a stripper. And an instant later, his clothes had changed into something a little skimpier, which Barry thought would match his friend's new body. "You... you... you changed me into a fucking chick!" Frank screamed out, beginning to look pissed. "Quit your bitching," Barry laughed, "I'll turn you back later. I just wanted ta have some fun with ya." Still, Barry remained where he was, admiring his friend's sexy new body for a minute. He was beginning to get a little turned on by the sight, but remembered that he had other things that he wanted to take care of. Things that he needed to take care of. "C'mon," Barry told his feminized friend, "You can watch while I deal with that bitch." Barry wasn't sure that this was going to work, but knew that there was only one way to find out. He might not be able to get Cindy from that distance, but if he could change the distance. And with that, Barry felt Frank's place vanish from around them while another room formed. It had worked, at least he thought that it had. "Where..." Frank started to ask. However, at that very instant, Barry's doubts were completely erased. Cindy walked through a doorway and froze, staring at Barry and Frank in surprise, about to scream but suddenly finding that she couldn't. Instead, she could only ask, "Who are you?" in a normal tone of voice. "Guess," Barry smirked as he stepped closer to her, burning with rage as he thought about how she'd ruined his life. "I'm the guy you fucked over." When she still looked blank, he snarled, "What? You've messed up so many guys you don't remember?" He spat, "It's me... your husband. Barry." Cindy gasped at that, glaring at Barry viciously, though there was confusion and even some fear in her eyes. "What's going on?" she demanded, which annoyed Barry. Who was she to demand anything of him? Hadn't she already taken everything she wanted, and then some? Taking a step towards her, Barry spat out, "You bitch. You're nothing but a Goddamn bitch!" At that, Barry lashed out with the power, changing Cindy much as he had changed Frank just a short time earlier. However, the changes he made in her were quite different, though to his thinking, just as appropriate. Probably even more so. "You were always a bitch," Barry growled as he stared at the half human, half wolf creature that stood where Cindy had been a moment before, "So I thought that this was appropriate." He smirked again as he stared at her, bitch now in both senses of the word. She was no longer human, but a werewolf. Or at least something of the sort since he made it so that she could change back and forth from her current half form to full wolf. However, he couldn't resist adding something else, just in case she'd decided to use her new claws and teeth to attack him. He had made her obedient to him, eager to do whatever he wanted... just like a loyal dog. "Fetch," Barry laughed, tossing a dog biscuit he'd summoned off to the side and laughing again as Cindy pounced on it and quickly devoured the treat. Frank just gasped in shock, "What the fuck are you doing?" He, now she stared at Barry in horror. Barry didn't care though as he just watched the sight of Cindy eating off the floor, finding it amusing as well as appropriate. "Good doggy," Barry chuckled. Just then, a woman's voice called out from the other room, "Cindy? Are you talking to someone?" It was a voice that Barry recognized, one that sounded just as pleasant to his ears as nails being pulled down a chalkboard. And a moment later, the voice was followed by the face that went along with it, an older woman who stepped into the doorway. She was a woman whom Barry despised almost as much as Cindy. It was his former mother-in-law, Cindy's mother. "So the witch is here too," Barry growled, then smirked as he realized the opportunity that had just fallen into his lap. Like Cindy and Frank, she started to demand to know who Barry was and what he was doing there, though he was in no mood to repeat himself again. Instead, he decided to let his power speak for him. And with a gesture of his hand, he unleashed it upon the woman who had helped make his life miserable. A moment later, the woman's skin had turned a sickly green, erupting into lumps and warts. Her clothes had changed as well, into a black dress and conical hat. Barry had turned her into a stereotypical evil witch, almost straight out of Wizard of Oz. That had been how he'd always pictured her so thought that it was appropriate, though he'd also made sure that she too would obey any order he gave. He didn't want someone throwing magic spells at his back, as she was now capable of doing. "This is great!" Barry laughed as he watched the two people he hated most in the world. "Barry," Frank exclaimed, tugging on his arm, "This isn't right. Turn them back." "You know," Barry responded, glancing at Frank, "You're whining like a little girl." Frank gasped at that, then went pale, as he knew what had happened to him the last time Barry had told him something like that. However, Barry didn't seem interested in actually changing him again at the moment, only scaring him. Frank let out a nervous sigh at that, hoping that he could talk Barry into changing him back to normal soon. "Man this feels uncomfortable," Barry mumbled instead, grabbing at his breasts and trying to keep them from jiggling. "You want me to fix that?" Barry asked him with an innocent smile. As soon as Frank eagerly agreed, Barry responded, "Great." A second later, Barry added, "There you go Frankie." "Oh boy," Frankie giggled like a bimbo, "I feel like... so much better." She giggled again, then did a pirouette to show off how comfortable she was moving in her high heels. "No problem," Barry grinned, deciding that he liked Frankie's new attitude. She was so much more pleasant to be around than the old Frank had been, not to mention a bit easier on the eyes. The witch turned to Barry and cackled, "Is there anything I can do for you master?" "Go jump in a lake," he started to say, then stopped at the look of horror on her face, as well as the knowledge that she would do it. Even if it meant that she would now melt. "No, you just grab an umbrella and stand in the rain for awhile." He loved the look of horror on her face as she went to do what he said. For the next hour, Barry played fetch with Cindy, knowing that her real mind was inside of there and fully aware of her humiliation. That made it all the more delicious for him, especially as he fed her dog food and let her drink from the toilet bowl. Eventually though, Barry called the witch in from the rain and told Frankie to stop playing with herself on the couch. "Why don't you let me help you with that?" Barry asked Frankie, who eagerly ran to him. After kissing and fondling Frankie for a minute, Barry hesitated only several seconds before going further. He would never have considered sleeping with his friend Frank, but this wasn't him. This was Frankie, and she neither looked nor acted like him. The brief hesitation quickly passed though as his raw lust for the hot woman in his arms took over. Thanks to his new powers, Barry was able to keep going for hours. He came and came again, deciding that this had to be the best part about his new power. Or at least pretty close. However, he eventually decided to spice things up even more so returned to the other victims of his wrath, giving Frankie a brief rest. Since there was no way in the world that Barry would even consider touching the hideous witch, he made another change, this time making her look just like Samantha from the old Bewitched TV series. She was still a witch, but no longer either hideous or vulnerable to water. It wasn't quite the vengeance that the other form had been, though Barry was horny and could easily change her back when finished. Then Barry focused on Cindy, giving her the ability to change back to an even more human form, though one that was a bit better looking that her original one. She still had her brown hair, and he'd left a few of her werewolf traits as well, such as long pointed ears, claws, a slight snout and even a furry tail. But other than that, she looked almost completely human. "Now," Barry grinned as he started to do Cindy doggy style, thinking that it was quite appropriate, and something that she never would have done when they were married. "Bark like the bitch you are," he laughed. For the rest of the night and into the early hours of the morning, Barry had sex with his new playthings. By this time, he was even considering Frankie to be just that. His power over them was intoxicating, as was the thrill of finally being able to really fuck his ex wife and mother in law, though not quite the way they had done so to him. Eventually though, he grew satisfied and allowed them all, himself included, to catch some sleep. Late the next morning, Barry awoke and went through another round of sex with his playthings before conjuring up breakfast. Then while he ate, he had Cindy give him a blowjob while the witch rubbed her titties against his back. Barry smiled at that, deciding that vengeance was indeed a pleasant dish. And unlike the old saying, he definitely preferred his hot. "You know," Barry said slowly once he had finished eating, eyeing both Cindy and the witch, "I really don't think I'm finished yet." He grimaced as he remembered how they had taken everything from him, but not without help. "Get ready... we've got someone to see..." Frankie jumped up and down, giggling, "Goody." Cindy just growled, being unable to do much more than that, even though she was still in her more human appearing form. "Of course master," the witch agreed. Barry just spared her a glance, deciding that the Bewitched look just didn't suit her either. It was too nice looking, and not sexy enough. A moment later though, he'd rectified that, turning her into a sexy, curvaceous bombshell, who happened to have green skin, though not the sickly green from before. She'd even been dressed in skimpy black clothes, stiletto heeled boots, and a slightly modified witches hat. "Much better," he muttered before snapping his fingers and wishing them all away. Suddenly, Barry and his followers were standing in the middle of an office, with Cindy's old divorce lawyer sitting in the desk just feet away. "Oh my God!" a woman who had to be his secretary screamed. However, Brian shut her up, turning her into a mannequin, thinking that she deserved it for working for a bloodsucker like him. The lawyer jumped to his feet, but Barry held up his hand, "Quiet you fucking bloodsucker..." That last comment gave Barry an idea, and he grinned sadistically as he gestured, causing the lawyer to start changing. The changes were not nearly so drastic as any of Barry's previous victims, at least not visibly. His skin had gone pale and his eyes red, while fangs now grew in his mouth. Even his clothes had been altered to what could be expected of a vampire in an old Dracula movie. "I vant to suck your blood!" the new vampire cried out, though there was no way that he could do so to Barry. Several alterations in his personality had ensured that, just as he had ensured that none of the others could harm him. "Ooooh," Frankie cried out, "That's so cool..." Barry just grimaced, wondering what he'd been thinking. Then he muttered, "Well, you were a fucking cocksucker too..." The vampire gave a look of shock as his body once again started to reform, this time much more drastically. This time the changes mimicked those that Frank had gone through much more closely, though there were definitely large differences. At least in the outward appearance of the woman he had been transformed into. "That's better," Barry announced as he admired his latest change. The lawyer was still a vampire, but now a VERY female one. She was a tall and curvy brunette, with breasts that had to be at least G cups. Her skin was almost as pale as milk, though her lips were red and her eyes glowed with a reddish light. The fangs now looked sexy as well as threatening from her lips, while her costume was little more than thigh high stiletto heeled boots and a black and red bikini. After a moment where the vampiress looked confused, she exclaimed in a sexy voice, "I vant to suck your blood..." This was directed at Frankie, who took a nervous step back, though remained staring at her impressive chest. Then, the former lawyer turned to Barry, a new expression of hunger visible on her face. "And I vant to suck your cock..." Barry laughed at that and dropped his pants, "Go ahead Cocksucker. I think that'll be your new name." Then he warned, "But don't you dare bite." "I vouldn't dream of it master," Cocksucker exclaimed, giving a pout as though she had been insulted. However, she quickly dropped to her knees and started to live up to her new name, looking as though she loved doing nothing more. Once she was done, Barry sat down on the desk and slowly looked at his new harem. He was slightly amazed since he had no intention of creating one when he'd started his quest for vengeance. However, once things had started happening, he decided that he rather liked the idea. He would fuck them all, just as surely as they had fucked him over. And they would even beg him for the privilege. "Too bad about Frank though," Barry muttered absently, not feeling too guilty. After all, he told himself, Frankie certainly seemed to be enjoying her new identity. Then with a shrug, Barry decided that it was probably time to get going home again. He wished himself back there, bringing his new harem along with him and wondering what he could do to improve his apartment. A thousand ideas immediately came to mind, though he thought that it might be a good idea to start off by creating a mansion. That way there would be room for all of them. "Here we are," Barry announced once they arrived, gesturing around his pitiful place. There hadn't been much left since Cindy had gotten finished wit him. "No," Barry corrected himself, "Bitch." Bitch, Witch and Cocksucker. He had just made them even more what they already where, and thought it appropriate that they had names to match. "You've got a message," Frankie giggled, pointing to the answering machine. Barry frowned and pushed the play button, wondering who could have been calling him. A moment later, his bosses voice came over the recording, demanding to know why he wasn't at work and finishing with, "You'd damn well better hope that you still have a job tomorrow." After the message was finished, Barry just remained staring at the machine, snorting at the idea that he even needed a job now. He had power, and could create all the wealth that he wanted before he lost it. There was no need for him to EVER work again. "Then again," Barry mused, beginning to get pissed as he thought about the way his boss had talked to him. About the way he always treated Barry. He'd been holding Barry back at work, not recognizing his contributions. The man had been an asshole once too often for his own good. Then, Barry smirked, "I'll teach him..." "Will someone else be joining us master?" Witch asked, her voice betraying no emotion. She merely seemed curious. "Oh yes," Cocksucker whispered, bending over to kiss Frankie's neck, baring her teeth to bite. "More blood to taste..." "Don't even think about it," Barry warned her. "Don't bite any of them." Cocksucker looked disappointed at that, but nodded in understanding. "You all stay here," Barry announced to his harem, "I'll be back soon." Almost the instant Barry had finished saying that, he was standing in the middle of his building at work. He looked around intently, quickly spotting his boss. He was in the middle of chewing some other guy out, almost making Barry smile since it wasn't him for once. "Stop," Barry muttered, repeating the stunt that he'd seen in the bar. Everyone in the room froze motionless, except for himself and his boss. "Why hello there," Barry called out to the confused man, enjoying the look on his face. "What the hell is going on?" his boss demanded nervously, eyeing the frozen people. "Who are you?" "Not this again," Barry sighed, rolling his eyes. He was really beginning to get tired of everyone asking the same questions. "First," he started, "you might not recognize me, but I'm really Barry. Second... I now have the power of a god. And third..." Barry smirked, "I'm here to teach you a lesson." His boss looked more than a little skeptical. "You can't be serious?" "Oh, I am." Barry responded coldly, "Very serious." With just the slightest stretching of his power, Barry unleashed his will upon his newest victim. This time, the transformation was nearly instantaneous, leaving a small creature on the ground where his boss had been. A creature with black fur and a white stripe. "You always were a skunk," Barry laughed. However, Barry's laughter was cut short as the new skunk almost immediately turned and sprayed him. "God DAMN!" Barry kicked the skunk, sending it flying, then unleashed a stream of curses as he pinched his nose to keep the stench out, though that didn't keep his eyes from tearing up. It took several more seconds before he remembered that he didn't have to put up with the smell and used his powers to get rid of it. After looking at the skunk that was trying to scamper away, obviously a bit injured from the kick, Barry decided that he was going to have to do a bit more after that little spray. "You little stinker," He muttered to himself, already knowing what he was going to do. A second later, the skunk was growing in size and returning to human form. However, it was a far cry from the form that he had been wearing before. That SHE had been wearing before. Barry's former boss now stood there as a very buxom woman, with long black hair that had a white stripe down the middle. And there was the tail, a long bushy skunk tail that matched her hair in coloration. Though unlike the skunk she had been a minute before, her scent glands were filled with a sweet smelling perfume. "That's much better," Barry mused, loving the look of lustful attraction and obedience to him on her face. "Not bad if I say so myself." Then he licked his lips and gestured for her to come to him. Barry enjoyed himself immensely as he tried out his new harem doll, smirking as he ran a finger over the white stripe that went down the middle of her pubic hair as well. She was his, just as much as the Bitch and the Witch were. Everyone who'd fucked with him would pay, and she was proof of it. Once Barry was finished with her, at least for the moment, he took his time strolling through the building, absently unleashing his godlike fury on anyone who had pissed him off in the past. Old grudges ran through his mind, insults and unsettled scores. Both real and imagined. A frog hopped away from where a woman had stood, and a man's head had been transformed to resemble the end of a penis. There was one overweight woman who had always annoyed Barry, who suddenly transformed into a creature that was half human and half pig. He thought it was appropriate, smiling as he walked away and left her crawling on the floor. When Barry was finally finished, he unfroze everyone and left the building, his new pet Skunk following close behind. Grinning to himself, Barry felt a whole lot better since he'd gotten that out of his system. Then he looked up at the clear sky and decided that it was such a nice day that he might as well take his time and enjoy it. "Let's see now," Barry mused for a moment before finally conjuring the car he wanted. A Ferrari appeared in the parking lot in front of him. "Hope in," he told Skunk with a grin, wondering what it would be like to get a blowjob while driving. A short time later, Barry's curiosity was satisfied, though he was slightly disappointed. As thrilling as the experience had been, especially knowing that it was his former boss doing the work, too much of his concentration was used to keep his eye on the road for him to truly enjoy it as much as he otherwise would have. Still, it had definitely been nice. "Not bad," Barry told Skunk as she wiped off her mouth, "But you could use some more practice." "I'm sorry master," she gasped, her eyes wavering at how upset she was to have disappointed her master. "Don't worry," he chuckled with a wicked smile, "I'll make sure you get lotsa practice." Just then, Barry glanced up at the red light he was waiting at, about to turn it green when he noticed something off to the side. He looked over at the church just off of the road, a church for Jehovah's Witnesses. And there were a bunch of them standing out front talking to each other. Barry scowled at the sight, muttering, "I hate those bastards." Then his scowl quickly changed to a grin as he remembered that he finally had the power to do something about that. "I'm gonna do the world a favor..." A moment later, where there had been a group of over half a dozen men and women standing in front of the church, there were was now a group of Girl Scouts instead. Each of them was dressed in the traditional uniform and holding a box of cookies. All of them the mint kind since those were Barry's favorite. "That's better," Barry grinned in satisfaction. At least now, he thought smugly to himself, they'd have something useful to do when they went door to door. Skunk giggled, "That's funny master." Barry didn't bother to answer her though as the light changed and he tore off down the street, pleased with his efforts to improve the world. Maybe next he'd get rid of the IRS or even the local DMV. There were so many opportunities and so little time. But first, he decided to go home and introduce Skunk to the rest of his group. And maybe 'improve' his landlord some... Almost as soon as Barry got home, he changed the whole building into a nice mansion for himself and his pets. He didn't care about anyone else who had lived in there before, deciding that they could find some place else to live. It wasn't like he cared about any of those ass holes anyway and thought that they were lucky he didn't do anything to them. Especially the annoying old guy next door. "Home sweet home," Barry sighed in contentment as he leaned back in his recliner, watching all of the sexy women around him. It was strange to think that out of all five of them, only two had actually started out as women. And certainly not great looking ones either. Then Barry thought about his landlord, or former landlord. At the moment, the once overweight man was now a 5 year old girl, though Barry had left her mind intact. However, he had made sure that she was unable to tell anyone who she had been before, or indicate that he had changed her. The thought of how frustrated she had to be just made him smile. After all, he thought to himself, the asshole deserved it for charging too much rent and not being flexible enough when Barry was late with the money. However, Barry's thoughts didn't remain on the former landlord for long. There were far more... interesting things to attend to. And with that, he went back to another round of sex with his pets, quickly breaking into a large orgy. Barry laughed, wondering what his oh so uptight ex, Cindy would have said if he'd told her that she would be eagerly eating out her own mother while simultaneously being screwed by him. Once Barry had finished with his latest round, he stood over his conquests, filled with smug pleasure at his handiwork. It had been even better than he had imagined. He smiled down upon them, a faint hint of cruelty in his eyes. He loved it. He loved getting revenge on those who had made his life a living hell. He loved having them entirely within his power, within his control, working to make up for everything they'd done wrong before. Then he looked down at himself, smirking even more as he looked over his glorious new body. It was so much better than his old one, so much leaner and stronger. He could easily get the girls now, even the ones he didn't use his power on. And of course, there was his cock. His new super cock as he had started to think of it. "God I love this power," Barry exclaimed loudly, stirring Frankie and Skunk a bit from their slumber. He finally had everything that he had ever wanted. It was at that moment, that Barry remembered the warning he had been given when the bartender had given him the power. The warning that the power had to be passed on within 24 hours. Barry snorted at that, thinking that the idea seemed ludicrous. Who would want to give up such power? And why should he have to? "Who says I have to give it up?" Barry demanded of the air. This time it was Bitch who moved, looking at Barry before rolling over and wagging her tail as she went back to sleep. Barry took several deep breaths, thinking about all of the things that he still wanted to do with the power. All of the good that he had already done with it. All of the things that he could do to help the world, even with that stupid distance limitation. There were far too many things that he wanted to do. And of course, there was no way that he could accomplish them in the short time left until the 24 hours were up. Giving off a loud snort, Barry sat down in his chair, transforming it into a massive pillow covered throne as he did so. "I'm not giving it up," Barry announced firmly, deciding that there was no one in the world who was as worthy of the power as him. This was his destiny. The time seemed to drag on as Barry remained on his throne, almost daring anyone to come and try taking the power away from him. He waited impatiently as the 24 hours slowly expired, with only Cocksucker to give him company as she lived up to her name. And with each passing minute, Barry grew more and more smug, confident in the knowledge that he was the rightful bearer of the power. That it had been meant for him all along. Suddenly Barry felt it, a sensation as if the world itself were altering. The power inside of him seemed to burn with a new energy, almost as if coming alive. It was out of his control and he suddenly gasped as he realized this. He was losing it... In the space of an instant, the room shuddered and shifted, the girls vanishing as the weight of reality seemed to alter itself. Barry was only briefly aware of this before a cloud of confusion settled down over his thoughts. A moment later, Barry blinked and sat up in his recliner, absently patting his well padded stomach. He looked around his dingy apartment, suddenly feeling... confused. And more. There was something more, though it was just out of reach. He had a strong feeling that something had just happened, something BIG. "What..." Barry asked himself as he stood up, feeling extremely shaken. Jus then, Barry noticed his buddy Frank sitting on his couch, looking equally confused and dazed. Barry's first thought was that they must have had a real bender the night before, though he usually would have remembered a little more, or at least had a major hangover. "Oh man," Frank muttered as he looked around. Then Frank saw Barry and his whole body tensed, his expression immediately going hard. Without a word, Frank threw his fist straight into Barry's face, sending the man backwards with a pained grunt. "What's that for?" Barry demanded as he grabbed his bleeding nose. Frank blinked, glaring hatefully at Barry. "I... I don't know," he admitted, to himself as much as Barry. However, there was absolutely no doubt that Barry deserved it, and a whole lot more. Then with a half growl, Frank spat at Barry before hurrying out of the apartment, wanting to get away before he did something that he really regretted. For a moment, Barry just remained where he was, sprawled on the floor and holding his nose. He glared at the door Frank had gone through, silently cursing his former buddy and wondering what had brought that about. Then, Barry's attention was drawn back to the scraps of quickly fading memory that were right on the edge of his consciousness, just beyond reach. And without understanding why, he started to sob into his hands. Though Barry had absolutely no idea how, he somehow KNEW without a doubt that he had held the ultimate opportunity in his hands... and then lost it. As the unexplained sense of loss hit Barry, the tears grew stronger and he looked up into the sky and asked, "What did I ever do to deserve this?" THE END