"It's amazing, isn't it?" he asked me. I just nodded. Annie seemed to be coming to, pulling herself together. She started to get up. "She recovers quickly, doesn't she? I made her that way."

He made her stand, naked and at attention, and seemed to examine her body in detail. Then he sat down at his computer and did some typing. "Watch this," he said grinning, and hit a key with a flourish.

Annie's breasts got even bigger. It took just a few seconds, and happened right before my eyes. Annie was startled by the change, but seemed ecstatic. She reached up and caressed them as if she was a frat boy touching breasts for the first time. She was, somehow, turning herself on.

They, were, without a doubt, the biggest, firmest breast I had ever seen up close, like a young starlet whose just come back from getting a bit too much silicone.

"Isn't she pretty? What do you think Lou, am I, like, The Man, or what?"

"Martin," I said, "you are clearly the man."

He wasn't looking at me, he had begun to play with Annie's new breasts, and she seemed very happy about that. It was obvious that they were both about ready to go again. They had the combined stamina of a whole high school football team and cheerleader squad, apparently.

"Annie is good. I'm going to have her quit her job so she can focus on keeping me happy. I've got some ideas for making money too. But if I'm going to be a god, I need more girls, don't you think? I mean, Master PC seems to have been written for building harems. And that, Lou, is where you come in."

Something cold exploded in my stomach, but scared or not, I could not run. I couldn't move an inch. "Oh that's ok Lou," Martin said, "Why don't you come over here? Stand right there and don't move. Don't speak until you're spoken too. Don't do anything without permission though, ok?"

I walked over to where he had said, helpless to do anything but obey. It was if I wanted to obey him, though I did not. I could only watch helplessly as the naked god sat down in his chair and turned his attention to his computers. Annie settled down at his feet, like a playboy centerfold pretending to be a puppy.

I watched him type my name into some program - Master PC? - and a schematic appeared, no, an image. A 3-d model of me, naked and disturbingly accurate. Where had he gotten that?

"See? From here I can learn all about you. It says here that you may be getting an ulcer. Flat feet? And look, low self esteem! Well, we'll just have to do what we can to help you out. Annie, be a good girl, would you? Go and get the box from under Lou's bed, hmm?" She scurried to obey. She hardly ever spoke, but she seemed awake and aware. Was she drugged?

She came back with my box. I couldn't move or protest, but I wanted to cry. Godlike powers or not, why would Martin violate me this way? We had always been strange friends perhaps, but we had never betrayed each other.

"Why look," he said, opening the box. "She-male porn! Tranny magazines! fancy lingerie! Lou, you're a crossdresser, or transgendered, or whatever the word is nowadays. A boy who'd rather be a girl, right, a girl? And what's this? Bondage mags?" he looked up at me. "Why Lou, I didn't know about these! You're into discipline and pain, are you? A born victim? This is your lucky day indeed, my freaky friend."

He picked up a magazine and looked through it appreciatively, pausing at a picture of a young girl in some sort of shiny bondage, a Lolita wrapped in plastic. "Is this who you want to be, poor Lou, a girl like this?"

It was all much too much for me. I had no idea what to do, and in fact, I couldn't move or do anything. Id like to say I strained against my psychic bonds somehow, but such defiance was beyond me. Perhaps the days events had broken me. Or had Martin simply made me that way with his magic computer program?

It was time to start crying, but that seemed to be a bit more than Martin's orders would allow me to do. Water pooled in the corners of my eyes, each dropped ached to be a tear.

The God Martin turned to Annie as if she was a friend he could confide in, one hand playing with her hair, stroking her face. "Lou hides, you know, hides from the world. He's afraid, afraid to be who he really is. Shall we help him? Shall we?"

"Yes!" Annie said, "Let's help him." She had all the energy and enthusiasm of a pre-teen. They paused for a moment to trade eager, open mouthed kisses.

"Well then. I need a harem. Annie needs a friend. Lou needs to be free. Lets make things better, shall we? Let's make it all right."

He turned his attention to his software, the mysterious Master PC program. As he typed, I could feel myself dissolving into bright light, and around me rose the song of angels, as they fell, doomed and glorious.