Infinity

And just as quickly as it happened, the white receded into nothingness. The light, heat, and pressure all retracted back to it’s origin point and everything and everyone was back as they were.

Did Rob’s hubris unleash a power that his reality could not handle, threatening to annihilate everything, only for MJ to wield her newfound omnipotence to reverse said universal destruction? Or was that just how it was always meant to go, a representation of the colossal cosmic powers that now resided in this otherwise mundane universe?

It was impossible to say. Literally impossible.

What could be said, though, was that Rob was whole, back in his study, with Wanda and Zatanna by his side.

And MJ.

MJ, floating in the air, long red locks rising around her as if she were underwater. A halo of subdued but noticeable power enwrapped her body, her eyes golden embers of cosmic infinity. And on her right hand was the golden Infinity Gauntlet, fitted for her feminine form, with all six Stones fitted in their sockets.

“I AM MARY JANE WATSON.” She boomed, her voice amplified a thousand fold. The kind of voice that made the roar of an inferno sound like a burning match, or a tsunami sound like a child playing in a puddle. “I WAS ONCE ONE BUT NOW AM INFINITE. I KNOW ALL, SEE ALL, FEEL ALL. ACROSS TIME AND SPACE, TO DISTANT PLANES MAN HAS ONLY DREAMT OF, I AM. MY POWER KNOWS NO LIMITS YET MY SOUL YEARNS TO SERVE AND OBEY ROB DAILY. I AM AN INSTRUMENT OF THY WILL, O MASTER. COMMAND ME AND I SHALL GRANT THEE UTOPIA.”

Overwhelmed by everything, Rob sank to his knees. Even Wanda and Zatanna huddled away from MJ’s booming proclamation and bewildering power. But for Rob, it was more than that. Did he gamble away MJ’s spicy, charming, sunny, perfect personality for infinite power? Did he turn her into some unfeeling, unthinking machine that spoke in boldface all-caps all the time? Was achieving his dreams worth such a sacrifice?

As despair began to set in, MJ touched back down to her feet. Her hair settled down and both the aura and the glowing eyes died. She smiled, she stretched, she flexed her hands, and stared at herself in awe.

“Oh, wow! What a rush! The infinite power of the cosmos sure is a kick in the ass!”

Rob exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He was already on his knees, but he felt like just sinking into the ground, turning into a human puddle given how relieved he was. Whether it was a bit or not, even Wanda and Zatanna had flat-out face-faulted in response to MJ’s fake-out. Or maybe they were just exhausted with the effort of raising their fellow **** to godhood.

Emotionally exhausted, Rob watched in awe as MJ began to flex her new cosmic might. She caught sight of the Gauntlet she now wielded, flexing her right hand, and giving it a disapproving look. Effortlessly, without words or gestures, the gauntlet melted away into golden ether and the Stones became stars of brilliant light, orbiting around MJ’s head like a halo. Her expression did not improve with this change of adornment.

“Yeah, no. Too outwardly fantastical.”

The Stones became Stones again, but now embedded directly into MJ’s flesh. The Mind Stone nestled within her forehead, the Soul Stone located at the hollow of her throat, while the pair of Reality and Power and Time and Space shared hands, one held within her palm and the other mounted on the backside of her hand. Her look of dismissal turned to disgust.

“Too freaky! What was I thinking?”

Now, the golden returned, blooming to life in the span of a nanosecond. MJ suddenly wore a high and gorgeous crown, the Stones inset among the broad arches of her new headwear. Just as quickly, the crown became a massive golden torc, covering her neck and collar bone, studded with the six Stones.

“Mmm… better, but too ostentatious.”

Now, they became six broad-banded bangles, three to each arm, the metal of the bands a similar colour but different hue to the Stones they held.

“On the right track, but it’s a little too obvious.”

Then, a belt of large, interlocking chain links manifested on MJ’s slender waist, worn loose over her hips, the Stones looking like the pistils of a flower within the circular loops.

Finally, they were five rings with chains that connected to a Hindi hathpool ornament which held the sixth.

“Well, not perfect, but I think it’ll do. At the very least, I can accessorize these babies with any outfit I want.”

Wide-eyed and delirious, Rob finally croaked out, “MJ… is that you?” MJ rescinded with her radiant smile and sparkling green eyes, looking like she always did.

“In the flesh, tiger.” Came her playful answer. With her long legs, she closed the distance in no time, helping Rob get back to his feet and placing her hands on his shoulders. “You know any other cosmically powered redhead sexslaves around here?”

While Rob’s life had been nothing but a dream ever since discovering the lamp, everything breaking his way so long as he ventured worth with confidence in himself and his passive powers, there was absolutely a part of him that worried this was a bridge too far. Did the omnipotence granted by the Gauntlet trump his wish? Could MJ undo her subtle brainwashing and slavish devotion? Would she ever want to? But, if she did, what would that mean for the man who did all that to her?

“Well, you did have me going there for a sec.” Rob exhaled again, shoulder sagging. “That whole ‘voice of god’ thing gave me a big scare

Thankfully, Mary Jane seemed to be perfectly normal and wholly devoted to him… on the outside. Holding her, he could feel the subtle thrum of power running through her body and see the impossible depths of infinity if he stared into her eyes for too long. Not that that was a bad thing. Power was sexy and her eyes were no less beautiful than ever.

MJ shrugged off Rob’s concerns, cupping his cheek with one hand. “Sorry, didn’t mean too. I think it just took my body a moment to… reboot after having the infinite knowledge of the universe jammed into it.”

“I mean, yeah, I bet.” Rob said, blinking rapidly. Even if this was his plan, he was starting to realize just how insane the end results were. And how mind-boggling. “So… what’s it like? You know, being…”

“All-powerful? All-knowing? All-everything?” MJ glowed (figuratively, an important distinction since she could literally do so now) with pride. “Well, I can tell you who really shot JFK; what the secret formula to Coke is; what the government was really hiding in Area 51 before you mucked about with it. And I can tell you who will win the next hundred SuperBowls.” In a sotto voice, she added. “Spoilers, none of them are the Jets.” The two shared a laugh over the dreadfulness of their hometown team before she continued. “And I know all of that and more without even flexing my new senses. Not only do I have this power, but it’s pretty effortless, too. I just.. have it. Oh, speaking of.” She brought a sole finger to his temple, making brief contact. Rob felt a buzz of power before MJ broke it off.

“Uh… what was that?”

“Oh, I just copied your knowledge of pop culture and the intimate knowledge of all the other fictional women you lust for and want to make slaves.” MJ replied with a full-on lusty grin that he had never seen her wear before. Not just passionate or intense, but wanton. Open sexual craving that must have matched him at his horniest. “And damn, Master, I don’t know if it’s a side-effect of you slowly turning me into a horny bitch or if all your slaves feel this way, but I cannot wait to get my hands on some of those big-tittied bimbos!” She paused, giving him an expecting look. “I do get special privileges as one of your jewels, right? I can play and party and fuck as much as I want? You like girls with dicks, right? ‘Cause I can grow one in an instance and we can double-team ‘em! Spitroast ‘em!”

“Whoa, settle down there, MJ.” Rob said, smiling in spite of his warning. He too did not know where all of this was coming from, but he liked it a lot!

“Uh, sorry, sir. It’s been a day.” MJ said. “A very long, very strange, but very rewarding day. But, I guess seeing as how you’re in charge and you now have your wish - an all-powerful sexslave - what can I do for you, my Master.”

Her husky tone and submissive expression were heavenly. Eyes wide with expectation and need. Smile broad and shining with love and lust. Perfect.

“Well… wait. Is there anything you can’t do? Because I think that might be a shorter list than what you can do or what I want you to do.” Rob shared a private chuckle before asking, “Like, is this one of those god paradox joke deals? Are you so powerful you can make a sandwich so large even you can’t eat it all?”

MJ opened her mouth to answer, stopped, closed it, and then closed her eyes, no doubt consulting the vast stores of knowledge she now had access to. “Hmm, seems I can do paradoxical things, only they create multiple sub-universe where these paradoxical outcomes occur simultaneously in a state of quantum superposition, until I choose to collapse them.” MJ opened her eyes and visibly deflated (again, figuratively), huffing out a breath. “What that means? I don’t know. I know nothing about theoretical physics.”

Rob blinked. “But… you know everything…”

“There’s a difference between knowing and knowing.” MJ stressed. Whatever point she was trying to make flew over Rob’s head. “Well, if you want to understand, I can make you omnipotent, too. Whaddya say, Master? Ready to become the god you were always meant to be and that we see you as?”

“Hmm, tempting, and maybe someday. But, honestly? I’ve gotten used to letting you girls do the heavy work.” Why crave power when Rob already had slaves that wield such power for his benefit? The fate-bending aura that Wanda said he wielded served him well enough. Not to mention, there was a thrill in ordering women who were several weight classes of power above him. That being said, MJ was on the right track. His eyes fell to Wanda and Zatanna, who were definitely **** from exertion.

“But if I’m going to have three jewels, three hands, three whatever, there’s no point in having such a huge gulf in power.” Rob said motioning from MJ to the two motionless women. “And what’s better than one omnipotent slavegirl?”

“Three omnipotent **** girls!” MJ finished for him. Before he could say anything else, she brought her right hand up, the six Stones flaring brilliantly, before she clenched her fist. Another supernova erupted from her as reality was ripped apart and repaired, faster than the speed of light.

Wanda and Zatanna, too, were ripped apart (literally, this time). Disintegrated down to their component molecules, then their atoms, then to the infinitesimal subatomic particles that made them. Swirling clouds of scarlet and purple, drinking in the impossible light and heat of the supernova, surging and growing before reforming. Better, stronger, the two perfect women remade even more perfect.

Of course, with his mortal senses, Rob couldn’t have begun to perceive a fraction of what had just happened. MJ smiled. MJ clenched her fist. The Stones lit up. And then, Wanda and Zatanna were flanking their sister, brimming with power and vitality. Infinity to the third power, manifested in the form of the most beautiful women in the cosmos.

“Ahaa… this is… incredible!” Wanda trilled, body trembling as flames surged in her eyes. “Orgasmic in ways even the Master could not touch me. Transcendent. No… even that fails to describe it. I can see and hear all! Feel all. It’s…” a single tear ran down her cheek. “Glorious…”

“I never imagined you had such an impossible scheme in mind, Master…” Zatanna, one of his oldest slaves, uttered. Shooting stars ran through her hair while lightning danced upon her breath. “But I never doubted you for a moment. We are all so grateful to be yours and for you to be ours.”

Even with the proof before his eyes, Rob could not believe he had done it. That his far-fetched idea had yielded such fruit. Now, it was like he wielded an “I Win” button, or had enabled cheat codes. Scratch that, god mode! If life was easy between the lamp and now, then now life would be the smoothest and simplest thing imaginable. He could get anything he wanted, all he had to do was ask his devoted trio of slaves. He had turned down godhood a moment ago, but he could have them crown him emperor of Earth! The solar system! The galaxy! The universe! All of those long-term goals to sluttify society could be achieved in an instance, MJ, Wanda, and Zee stretching reality like putty in their hands to see Rob’s vision enacted. The possibilities were endless and all before him.

But, as the trio gathered around him in a circle, to marshal their power and make his wishes come true, Rob held back. Being able to do anything he wanted meant he had all the time in the world. No restraints, no restrictions, no limits. No need to rush. No need to overindulge. But, it did seem the perfect time to cross some items off his agenda.

“Okay, ladies, let’s get this reality changing party started!” Rob boomed, the eye of the storm of unfathomable cosmic power, the three omnipotence goddesses surrounding him already sending their power forth in surging waves that infused every fibre of the fabric of existence.

“Your wish is our command, Master!” They replied in similar booming voices, in perfect triplicate. “We are not djinn, but we shall serve as a fitting substitute. Your journey began with such wishes, so let’s bring it full circle!”

“First, I want all the pregnancies experienced by my slaves to be as painless and easy as possible, with no complications, long-term or short-term, for either them or the child.”

A thunderclap rippled through the world, absurdly powerful, but unfelt and unheard outside of this one room.

“Second, I want all children born of my slaves to be perfectly healthy and for the birthing process to be quick and painless. And that all those children are immune to the effects of inbreeding, no matter how severe.

“On that same topic, my slaves can only give birth to girls from here on!”

Another wave, less far-reaching but no less powerful. The glyphs on the three’s stomachs glowed ever brighter.

“Third, my slaves’ pregnancies will be accelerated, their gestation period only lasting three months. Similarly, all children they have will age rapidly, going from birth to eighteen-years of age in one year. In twelve months, they will achieve full physical, emotional, mental, and sexual maturity. And that all those children will be fated and destined to be my loving slaves like their mothers!”

The storm pulsed. More energy flung into the world, reality seamlessly absorbing it and reworking itself according to Rob’s perverted whims. Being in the middle of it all, Rob himself felt godly. He could feel every cell in his body brimming with energy, as his heart swelled with dreams soon to be realized.

“Finally, for now, me and all my slaves will be blessed with eternal life and beauty. Immortal, unaging, undying. Perfectly happy and content with me as their lord and Master for all of eternity!”

Another explosion, louder than all the others combined, blossomed forth. In it’s wake, Rob’s perfect world came to being. There was still work to be done. Slaves to be captured, daughters to be made. But finding the lamp and making those wishes all those months ago, Rob was realizing that was just the prologue.

Now. Now was where paradise began.

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Three chapters ago I had a conversation with QueenBreaker in the comments regarding adding a fourth "hand/jewel/pillar/spear/mistress/queen" to the equation, and it specifically being a DC character to balance it out at two Marvel and two DC. As far as I am aware, they were ignorant of what I was planning with MJ and the Infinity Stones, as well as Zatanna and Wanda and their power boost. But it was in my mind and an important qualifier for this role. If I do decide on a fourth, regardless of who they would be, they would be raised to omnipotence too.

Again, pretty sure QB was unaware of what I was planning, but it was on my mind when they gave their suggestions. Still debating on it and it would most likely be an end of story deal unless I can think of a good angle for it. So for now, let's all welcome and adore our three new, all-powerful goddess slaves!