Delia... Arceus... Delius? Hm, she'd have to think about this. Hm, another time. Just go with Delia for now. Delia brought a gilded claw to her chin in thought. How would she use her new existence to improve the lot of her dear son?
Her heart fluttered with emotion. Oh... Of course. though history had altered, this was, by her conscious experience at least, her first time experiencing the depths of emotion that the unification of a mother's love and the deep and infinite care a god had for its creations. It was like a vast ocean, all made of love for her dear little man. She squeezed her thighs together in a sudden flush of arousal. Yes... the machine had made her lusty indeed. But that wasn't so bad...
As a pokegod, Arceus had no need for feelings of physical pleasure or attraction, but now so bound to mortal flesh, it was intoxicating. Likewise, her Delia half had not had any real action for a while. The combination, with the slot machine’s nudging, had resulted in a newfound appreciation for her body.
Mmmm and what a body it was~ She walked across the room to the full-body mirror in the living room, noticing that her narrow hoof-feet conditioned her stride to be a sexy high-heel strut, and looked at herself in all her divine glory.
“Oh yes.” She cooed, admiring the flawless combination of pokemon features upon a lovely curvy human body. She shifted, turning this way and that to see her body at every angle. She brought her hands underneath her buxom, feeling the heft and plushness of her divine breasts, lifting them up to increase their prominence further.
“My, I have to thank that machine. If only I was aware of my body changing to be so bountiful…” She sighed. And then a naughty thought crossed her mind. Her turns with the machine had been used up, but that didn’t stop her from having her own fun.
Yes, of all things she could manipulate, surely there would be few limits own her own physical form?
With a pulse of thought, she willed her breasts larger, and moaned in delight as they swelled in her hands, pushing against the points of her fingertips with a delightful tingle. She brought her hands back, letting the boobs fall and bounce tantalizingly. “Oohh my…” Mumbled Delia. “Oh dear, I think I’ve become horny for the female form as well.”
Yes, her appraisal of her form wasn’t just informed by vanity, but by a true lust for the curves of a female body. Thought it made sense, why would a god be limited by heteronormative desires? That was for mortals to concern themselves with. She had the -world- to enjoy.
With a capricious giggle, she continued her fun, sending another pulse of thought to her rear-end, allowing her ass to swell in size as well. She bounced it experimentally. What was it the k1ds called this, torking? Whatever it was, it felt sinfully good.
“Mmm… I could probably fill the room if I wanted.” She thought about it, imagining pushing everything against the walls with her swelling body, pressing her hyper-inflated curves against he walls. “…Later.” She did still have to have the house prepared for her dear Ashy.
Again, the question arose in her mind. She could have his friends use the machine, they would surely be altered in a number of fun ways… But it was also unpredictable. She could sense the capabilities of the machine, even if it was closed off to her use now. They could as likely turn into vain, spoiled domineering bitches as much as curvy happy companions. She surely couldn’t let Ash use it willy-nilly, lest he stop being the earnest, caring boy that had earned Arceus’ admiration in the first place.
She could use her -own- powers, have much more deliberate control over the changes, make sure Ash got exactly just what he needed to be happy. Hm, but altering history was something not as easy for her, and then it would require a lot of awkward explanations…
Would she focus on changing humans, or pokemon? Now after experiencing the blend of human and pokemon first-hand, it was definitely an idea she intended to explore further soon enough. Maybe take some unoccupied planet and populate it with some Pokehybrids… lovely, curvy pokesluts who would be happy to worship their goddess…
She blushed. “Goodness, I have become quite lewd haven’t I.”
But then again… combination…
What if she used her powers in tandem with the machine! She could manipulate events, probabilities, it was how she had kept her Ashy-kins safe while having so many fun adventures. She could manipulate the outcomes of the slot machine, creating the best of both worlds!
As long as the results were sexualized, she felt there’d be no resistance by whatever force powered the device. She could probably even direct the reality-chancing properties, editing the history of the changed to suit her needs.
Yes… but she ought to test it first. But on who or what?
Ah, of course…
“Oh Mimey!” She called, shifting back to her bubbly mortal cadence, while (to her regret) shifting back into her human form, losing the additional curves she had put on. “Could you come and help me with something?”
Mr. Mime had been a loyal companion through the years, helping to cook and clean and generally be god company while Ash was away. He had definitely earned a ‘reward.’
The clown-ish pokemon quickly arrived to her beckoning, immedaitely noticing the curious device in the middle of the room. “Mime?”
“Yes, this just arrived in the mail, and I’m having trouble figuring out what it does, could you help?” She lied, Playing up the “clueless” aspect of her old self.
Mime looked it over and nodded, “Mime.” It appeared to be operated by this big lever thing!
“Oooh, how about you give it a pull!” Encouraged Delia.
Mister mime did, and immediately Delia’s eye’s flashed as she extended her influence over the machine.
What showed up on the slot first?
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