The glory of the ancient

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

It was a vast universe, and nobody, not even Jen or all her predecessors but the first, really, knew it better than Amia.

Her knowledge went back to the beginning of time, having been created along with the universe. The other angels, even her own second-in-command Dorothea, were formerly mortals whom various Gods had chosen for their holy roles, but she had never known any existence but that of the powerful, immortal being she was.

The first God had tied her to the universe and, in a way, to his power, and in so doing made all his successors slightly less than omnipotent, for they could not dispose of her without destroying the universe, and could not recreate the universe without also bringing her back into existence. She was still subordinate to their whims, but that gift gave her some small freedom that no other being could claim.

It hadn't stopped all the various Gods she'd served from indulging their every whim with her, and she still shuddered at some of the memories--she could not forget a single event in the entire long history of creation, and her own life played out over and over in her mind, another gift of her first master, who had treated her with nothing but the utmost respect and kindness, as he had shown to the rest of existence, that had turned sour under his successors.

Not all the Gods had been bad, of course. The one before Jen and, she supposed, technically Jack, had initially enjoyed having fun, but after spending some time playing Gods and Goddesses with her on that Grecian mountain and seeing that civilization fall, he had gotten bogged down in paperwork over prayers and fates, no longer trusting his angels to handle it, and had decided it was time to move on. She could not visit him, for the Gods' heaven was the one place forbidden to her.

There had been the bad ones, of course. She still remembered the God who had spent much of his reign fucking her and every other angel, promoting anyone he found attractive from across the universe, regardless of their suitability for the angelic mantle, just to satisfy his sexual urges. He did let her flit about, helping others pass on, granting the occasional prayer--usually only those that resulted in the supplicant becoming bizarrely sexual--but even so in large part her time was spent with her pussy clamped around his cocks. She still regretted that she had not been able to avert numerous disasters from the particular planet that Jack and Jen called home, along with countless others that occurred during his rule.

She was similarly bound to obey the Gods, even when their dictates offended her own morality, an otherwise-unshakable bedrock derived from long observation of her first master. One Godite's reign had been particularly bloody and short--it had been elevated from the third gender on its planet, previously a marginalized group, and she had had to lead her legions in a devastating war of conquest on its behalf while it violently overturned the social order on its planet. Much of the universe had been laid waste in that lopsided conflict, with the mortals unable to offer even the slightest resistance to the angelic armies. On the rare occasions when the Godite came to the battlefield, whole clusters of galaxies, even those that had been left utterly uninhabitable by any sort of mortal life due to the devastation wrought by the angels, had been erased from existence as it unleashed its power in its unquenchable wrath and hatred. Its successor had been another of its own, but proved to be one of the kindest of her masters, reversing most of the effects of the rampage, but it could do nothing for Amia's trauma.

As she left the room at her new mistress's side, Jen, picking up on Amia's disquiet, nodded her head imperceptibly, and Amia could sense a readiness in her Goddess.

Amia did not wish to be confined to her current form, at least for a time. She wanted the universe to see her as she felt she truly was, the greatest of the angels, a nearly-divine being in her own right.

As they walked into a corridor out of the food court, Amia arched her back and let loose her power on herself, feeling Jen's power supplement hers, altering reality to accommodate her own desires.

Her clothing vanished temporarily to allow her six wings to reappear, now stretching well over twenty times her height. Her breasts exploded outward on her chest, her one concession to moderation in her transformation being that they were only about twice as large as her head, though she did give herself four as she grew to ten feet. An open long-sleeved shirt, simply passing through her wings, appeared on her, with two unbreakable knives down the back collar and four more at each cuff. At each hip she carried a sword, and crossed swords on her back were bookended by a huge longbow and a massive crossbow, along with full quivers. A slotted belt around her waist carried all manner of weaponry, and her leather boots concealed yet more. She was a warrior, but her sexual features spoke of fertility. She was a warrior-mother, bringer of life and of ****. A halo appeared over her head, and she glowed slightly.

Jen too grew, though she eschewed the trappings of war that Amia favoured and simply made herself the image of raw lust and sexuality. Growing herself to Amia's height, each of her breasts was larger than all of Amia's combined, and her engorged labia throbbed, clearly ready to be fucked. A massive ass and a sultry face, along with long blonde hair and complete nudity apart from tight latex boots with foot-high stiletto heels completed her look. The lights went out, replaced by that shining from Jen, a light that permeated everything, leaving no shadows.

The corridors had widened to accommodate the pair. As people edged past them nervously, they found themselves changing. No longer trying to be subtle, Jen and Amia were free and indiscriminate with their gifts. Sexual features of all descriptions found their way onto the passing humans, from torso-covering breasts and cocks as big as a third leg or replacing a tongue, to hair becoming an erogenous zone and vaginas replacing belly buttons. All of Amia's own pent-up perversions were realized upon the unsuspecting mall-goers, and Jen gladly joined in, altering reality to ensure that no panic would result.

One couple, Kevin and Kim, were particular targets for Amia's attention. Both ended up fully-functional hermaphrodites, Kevin feeling his two cocks down his pant legs with his wet pussy in between begging for Kim's own massive dick, framed on either side by a similarly ready cunt into which Kevin's twins fit perfectly. They also enjoyed numerous titfucks, as Kim's cock slid in between Kevin's two massive breasts, or Kevin's pair slid between Kim's three boobs; in either case reaching to be sucked on by the corresponding head of the three each now possessed. Long prehensile tails allowing each to fuck the other's ass--or their own--easily completed their transformation, the most extensive of any made by Amia in those short minutes.

Jen, seeing the changes, gave herself a pair of huge twin cocks, each dangling to her ankles, her power ensuring that they enhanced her image as the goddess of lust and sex. In that role, she began pointing at random people, who then experienced massive orgasms, leaving them weak at the knees and with soaked and ruined clothes. Amia laughed and, as Jen had done with her, joined in, occasionally adding her power to Jen's to leave some mortal crawling or even slithering, unable to stand up in the wake of their powerful pleasure.

As they exited the mall, Jen grew further, to a full hundred feet, and leaned against the building, reinforcing it against collapse. Amia joined her Goddess, adding heels to her boots to match Jen's height.