Manifestation

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

Brooke Jones could think over five hundred quintillion different things at once.

But right then all her almost-unimaginable brainpower was focused on one question: "Why?"

And all that capacity for thought and analysis came up with nothing other than, "Professor Smith's an omnipotent pervert." Which was true, but didn't explain anything, so she went over the facts as she knew them again.

She had been born on January 3, making her the oldest student in Professor Smith's class.

That also meant that in the history which Professor Smith had just created, she was the first to Manifest.

Of course, she also remembered all the other versions of history, but that was the relevant one for her now.

It was always called Manifesting, capitalized, never manifesting. The results were too uniformly horrific--at least for those caught in the path of a Manifestation--for it to be any other way.

Like the thirty-nine other Manifested people, Brooke lived in a huge mansion. At least it was huge on the inside. On the outside it was only three times taller than she was, at thirty miles.

She still had her various different types of bodies, of course, human, humantaur, cowtaur, naga, mermaid, and spider. But they'd changed. Oh, how they'd changed.

Just for starters, she had more of them. For every body she'd had before the most recent change, she had that many now, giving her almost three trillion.

Her human bodies (to the extent that they could be called that, or that she wanted to call them that, since, as with everyone else who Manifested, she didn't really think of herself as human any more) now had eleven legs, each ending in a foot with forty-three toes. That meant she had ten torsos. Atop those torsos were twelve heads arranged in a circle (as it was for all her bodies in all her forms). Inside each of those heads was one million, forty-eight thousand, five hundred and seventy-six brains, each of which was vastly more powerful than the entire computing capacity of the observable universe put together. Those heads had changed, too. She now had hair that was at its maximum length a thousand times longer than her naga tails (which were themselves a thousand times longer than her bodies, making her hair, from each head, ten million miles long), and that was fully prehensile at all times, not just when she was fucking. She had six ears on each side of her heads, each tuned to different frequencies. Her eyes--she had three rows of eight, now--were simply enhanced to observe the entire spectrum. Underneath those, she had seven groups of three noses, each nose having four nostrils, and below each of those a circle of six mouths. Her tongues, like her hair, were now fully prehensile, and she could also grow dicks out of her mouths. She had no idea what the ultimate limit on how many she could have was.

Going down, she felt all the arms she now had. Because of how many there were, they individually looked positively puny on her gigantic frame, but they all packed enough power to crush a galaxy into a black hole in the space of a heartbeat without feeling any strain. And she had tons of them: seven thousand rows of ten arms each marched down each side of her torso, splitting at the elbow into fifteen forearms, each ending in a hand with ninety-nine fingers and three opposable thumbs on each side. Not only that, but she could turn those fingers into cocks with a thought.

Her breasts were proportionately even larger than before, but thanks to Professor Smith's ability to disregard physics, math, and even logic, Brooke now sported twelve rows of twelve breasts on each torso, each with a twenty-by-twenty square of nipples. And, like her fingers, they too could become cocks whenever she wanted.

Her nests of dicks at her crotches were now outright tangles, each with a full million rods dangling down five miles when soft. When hard, she could make them anywhere from her height to a hundred times her height. (Her other cocks could also reach a thousand miles, but had no lower limit on their length.) And, as with her hair and her tongues, her cocks were all fully prehensile. And since she now had a pussy right under each cock, that meant she could fuck herself with all her regular dicks in all her cunts. Somehow, she still only had one asshole (on those bodies that had room for such a thing), but it also had tongues and cocks.

Her taur bodies were similar, with ten torsos front and back. Her naga bodies, however, had a full fifty tails, each of which ended by splitting into thirteen cocks. Her mermaid bodies, when immersed in liquid, had fifty tails, arranged in ten groups of five, and those tails were now three times longer than the rest of her was tall. (She couldn't swim in the ocean any more, of course, but her mansion had enough pools for all her bodies.) And her spider bodies how had a hundred and sixty legs to go with their twenty torsos.

But even the fact that she was a ridiculously strong giantess with highly exaggerated sexual characteristics wasn't why Manifestation was so horrendous.

What made Manifestation as bad as it was was that it imbued the Manifested person with a fully justfied superiority complex, a complete disregard for the lives of mere humans (Brooke had known which other people would Manifest, but kept the knowledge to herself in order to maximize the surprise and carnage), and the power to emit any liquid from any pussy, nipple, or cock.

Any liquid.

It had only taken a day after Brooke had Manifested and woken up in her mansion for her to decide to test her powers on a human population. So she took one step outside of her home with one "human" body and every single nipple opened up spraying an acid so corrosive it had never previously been synthesized.

Within minutes the entire Pacific Northwest of North America was a depopulated wasteland covered in a poisonous fog.

The scene had repeated itself across the world, and of course the recent alien attack had killed a good deal more of the population. There were maybe half a billion humans left, and they'd unified into a single world government. (There'd been no time or desire to hold elections, so right then, Zara Tindall, somehow the only survivor of every royal family on the planet except for her daughter Mia, ruled from San Francisco as an absolute monarch over humanity.) Brooke, being the oldest among those who had Manifested, "negotiated" with the Queen: she and her kind would leave humanity alone in exchange for four hundred humans, of both sexes and all ages and races, being delivered to designated locations every day for Brooke and her kind to enjoy as they wished. Brooke had moved her mansion (Manifested people could cause their mansions to be wherever they wanted them to be) to the outskirts of the Queen's capital.

Then, three days ago, Ultimate Woman had appeared.

It was Ultimate Woman, of course, who'd beaten back the alien attack, not Brooke and her kind. In fact, Brooke had had a body near Shanghai when the extermination ray hit, and she was completely unaffected by it, so she didn't care about the aliens. If they got too pesky, she'd just swat them like the bugs they undoubtedly were.

Given the powers Ultimate Woman had demonstrated in beating back the Tnakf attack, Brooke thought the superheroine might actually be able to challenge the Manifested people for superiority. But Ultimate Woman had ignored them, focusing instead on fighting crime among the humans, and being so efficient at it that most of the four hundred people in the daily offerings now were convicted criminals. Brooke didn't mind, of course. There were also always a few nice young men in the mix.

Brooke still remembered not being so arrogant, so dismissive of humanity, so convinced of her own superiority over almost anything else that existed (except Professor Smith and maybe Ultimate Woman, of course, but she was in fact superior to the others of her kind--having been first, she could at need exercise an unbreakable mental control over any of the others), but finally, finally, she decided that taking Professor Smith's class had been the best thing that had ever happened to her. And she didn't care that she hadn't been asked if she wanted the changes.