In her sleepy state, Colleen found herself back at the prom. She was standing in front of a powerful man. Her dress was unnaturally tight across her chest. Her eyes were watering on the edge of tears. Her lips cartoonish in their size.
Colleen could only look at the man though she expected there were a crowd of other people there. They did not seem to matter. Only this man did.
"Wha have yoo done oo mee?" She said once again. Her lips swelled.
"Don't you like them Colleen," the man smirked down at her. "They get more swollen when you talk unnecessarily. You will be fine if you stop babbling."
Colleen opened her mouth again to talk and time seemed to stand still. "Who are you?" she said without hindrance.
"I am Loki," he said.
"Why are you doing this?" she pleaded.
"Because I am bored. Because I can. Take your pick," he said with a bit of cruelty in his voice.
"Are we all just your play things, then? Have you no mercy?"
"Mercy? Ha! What do you call mercy? What I have done to you is nothing. It could have been a lot worse for you. Isn't that being merciful?"
"But you play with us like you don't care about humans."
"Don't flatter yourself. Humans aren't so special. They are just the only ones that are intelligent. A bully needs the reaction. Human's just do it better than others that is all." Loki smirked again.
"Then it is true," Colleen moaned, "We are but the playthings of fate."
"Don't be Greek about it," Loki laughed. "There is no melodrama here. I'm just screwing with you due to convinience. The right place and the right time, sort of thing. I have done you a favour, Colleen. You're just too self-centered and self-loathing to notice. You need to let go and have a little fun. Get laid for once, Colleen."
Colleen would not hear it. She may have not liked having small breasts before but she would be damned if she was going to let anyone, not even a god, tell her that small breasts were not as good. She was content with herself. She was smart and people listened to her. Her boyfriend respected her. They had fun without sex. What did this god know about her? She was going to tell him that, right now.
She opened her mouth to start screaming at Loki but the words could not get out. In an instant her lips had swollen to gargantuan size. Each one like a bean-bag glued to her face. They sagged, one on top to the other. They stuck out two to three inches from her face. The lower one curled off her chin and forced the upper to fold back up and obscured her nose. Her open mouth, completely blocked, tried to make words but the sound came out her nose in a comedic hum. Her lips were too heavy to move and flopped uselessly when she shook her head.
"A taste of the future, if you don't like my generosity," Loki said in an icy voice. In a blink Colleen's lips were her normal thin ones she had come to the prom with. Her mouth hanging ajar. "You get these back when orgasm through intercourse, Colleen. With a partner mind, you. And the swelling will be normal. If you get yourself off, they will only reduce by half their volume and the swelling is doubled until you have sex with someone. Don't worry about suffocation; I wouldn't hurt my entertainment." Loki leered at her. Smirked at her. Then laughed at her. "Now get on with your life."
Her lips swelled again to what they had been, large but manageable, as time seemed to resume. Colleen just exhaled a sigh before closing her mouth.
With a start she awoke from her dream in her room. Her thumb was in her mouth and she sucked it feeling pleasure. She extracted it and pulled her other one from her shorts. Moving back to the mirror she was relieved to find her lips now half as large as they were before her little event on the bed. "So, that is his game," she breathed with only the littlest hint of a lisp. Her lips pulsed and swelled noticeably. She knew it was twice as much as before.
An echo sounded in her ear, a voice she hated to hear, "You can enjoy if you accept or you can mope. The choice is yours." And then it was gone.