Ancient powerful beings who were helpless before a Willard

Nova nodded as the magic resolved itself into the shapes of numerous sexy women, compelled by her desires to appear so.

There were seven members of the Greek pantheon, Hera, Artemis, Athena, Aphrodite, Hestia, Demeter and Persephone. All of them had been captured by her grandmother millennia ago and held securely until she finally kept them imprisoned in the bank when it opened over a century ago.

There were the three genies who were even older than the gods. They didn't have names themselves, but Nova's grandmother had named them Hana, Sara and Jenna, and Nova saw no reason to change it.

Her grandmother had largely eliminated the fae, but kept Titania and Mab captive as a reminder of her triumph and their failure.

Finally, in what she claimed was her proudest achievement in this area, Nova's grandmother had personified and imprisoned the four fundamental forces, Gracie, for gravity, Electra, for electromagnetism, Wendy, for the weak ****, and Stephanie, for the strong ****. Science had demonstrated that some of them were actually the same, of course, but magic didn't care and could still distinguish them.

Sixteen powerful beings, but none powerful enough to stand against the raw might of a Willard in possession of her full capabilities.

"So the old bitch has finally passed on, has she?" Hera said.

"And told her granddaughter how to be as powerful as her right away," Jenna added. When Nova looked at her, she continued, clearly not entirely willingly, "A few years ago your grandmother popped in here and took me out to grant a wish to alter her bloodline magic so that you wouldn't have to train up to be as powerful as she was, under the tutelage of 'my prude of a daughter' and bumbling through all the 'fun stuff'."

"So does this mean I also get wishes? And," Nova added, "that even though I'm more powerful than you, your magic can alter how mine works?"

"Yes and yes," Jenna said morosely. "We're supposed to grant only three wishes, of course, and however we please, but your grandmother just overrode that. So there's no limit and we have to grant what you intend, no matter how you actually word it."

"Well then in that case I wish I could set up perception filters around myself instead of having to lose my sexiness whenever it's not only adults around."

"Fine." Nova felt her magic change ever so slightly and smiled when she knew it worked.

"So what now?" Aphrodite asked. As befit the goddess of love, she was easily the most sexually attractive of the bunch, though Nova certainly appreciated the hard muscles of Athena and Artemis, or the lush curves of many of the others, or the languid lankiness of Gracie. "Did you just come here to taunt us and fix a bit that bugged you about your magic?"

"I didn't even know that I'd be able to fix that with you," Nova admitted. All sixteen were mentally compelled to absolute loyalty toward the Willard witches, so she didn't mind giving that away. "No, I've decided to free you from this imprisonment."

"After your grandmother went through so much trouble to capture us?" Electra asked.

"She was toying with you," Nova said dismissively. "But no, I'm only freeing you from the bit that has you locked up in a tiny box together." Nova snapped her fingers and her magically created clothing vanished, leaving her as naked as everyone else present.

"So what, are you saying you're going to turn us into your clothing?" Titania asked, clearly intending it as a joke.

In response, Nova simply clicked her fingers again, and the two faeries vanished at the same moment as earrings sprouted from the witch's ears.

Pointing at the genies, Hana and Sara became nipple rings, while Jenna was embedded in Nova's belly button as a small pendant.

The forces of nature were next, Gracie becoming a clit ring, Electra a nose ring, and Wendy and Stephanie piercing Nova's labia.

"And what about us?" Persephone asked.

Nova didn't respond with words. With rapid flexes of magic, she turned Athena and Artemis into high-heeled boots, Demeter and Persephone into fingerless gloves, Hestia into a comfortable, sexy bra, Aphrodite into G-string panties, and Hera into a ribbon that she weaved through her hair to look like a crown, signifying the superiority of the Willard magic over all other powers.

Not caring about the questions that would be asked regarding her sudden disappearance, or the open and empty lockbox, Nova simply vanished from inside the vault after taking a moment to bask in the existential despair radiating from her new adornments.