Grow your ambitions

Sophie: "This whole planet... this whole human race... won't do at all. That's only the very beginning."

In a second, you find yourself growing ten feet tall.

Sophie: "All the other sapient races of the universe... that's the hors d'oeuvres."

In a sudden burst, you grow to two hundred thousand miles tall. Earth, a tiny marble in comparison, you insert into your anticipating catgirl pussy, ravishing yourself with its smooth surface.

Sophie: "Alternate universes... that'll be fun, but even that's nowhere sufficient. I want all of the sex. ALL OF IT."

You grow again, to an octillion parsecs tall. Universes are such tiny particles to now that you lube yourself with them in anticipation of what's to come.

Sophie: "Ha... haha... I'll grow beyond the confines of this reality. I'll face my creator, and I'll fuck him too. Then I'll fuck his whole world too!"

You grow even further. You grow metaphysically, beyond the constraints of mere words. Now the author realizes that he might be in danger. Oh no-

Sophie: "Too late, big boy."

I hear a voice behind me. The sultry voice I created in my head for Sophie, in all of its ferociousness. In my haste, I grab a shotgun from under the table-

Sophie: "Wrong. We're not in the story anymore, so you can't just make shit up. You know damn well that you don't own any firearms. Saaay, what's this?"

Sophie pushes me aside and sees The Omni Story in Twine on my laptop. The chapter which she was just in is open. My story now, bitch, haha!

All of a sudden, Ultra Bra feels himself shrinking. He shrinks ever smaller, until he's no larger than Sophie's thumb, and then he grows sleek white fur, a pink tail, a nubby nose and large ears. Now he's a tiny little mouse, still dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.

Ultra Bra tries to run away, but is easily accosted by Sophie. She picks him up from his tail and dangles him in front of her face. What a cutie he is now! He's trying to yell at Sophie, but his voice is too squeaky and feeble and adorable, and she can't make out anything.

Sophie tosses Ultra Bra into his own trash can, which is overflowing with used, cummy tissue papers. She sits at the table, kracks her knuckles and starts writing.

Sophie: "Oh yea, let's just make a little modification before I start. Don't wanna have to come back to this lousy laptop whenever I wanna change something. I want P, O, W, E, R, Power with a capital P."

That's exactly what Sophie gets. She becomes omnipotent in an instant. No circuitous methods, no orgasmic transformations - just purely flipping a switch and she's done.

Now she receives her wish. She can have sex with every able-bodied human in the world. It's only a matter of duplicating herself several billion times, teleporting herself to the locations of her upcoming partners, and letting their inhibitions crumble at first sight of her glory. Within ten seconds, she has made it with everyone, some of them twice even.

Sophie's attention turns to the realm of fiction, from which she sprung from. She sees that there are billions of whole worlds contained in books, comics, movies, games, even songs. With one firm motion of her paw, she grabs hold of the entire collective cultural output of humanity, molds it into the shape of a dildo and rides it. As she does, she can feel every able-bodied character within it writhing in the throes of the same orgasms that she has.

Now that Sophie has had all of the sex, she decides to calm down a little. Of course, this doesn't mean that she will give up her omnipotence, or that she'll even stop having sex altogether - no, no! New generations and new civilizations on other planets will rise, and eventually they'll want her goddess-pussy too. She'll remain as the ruler of the universe and fuck anyone who wants some of her.

She'll use her powers to extend the life of the universe, breaching the speed of light, reversing entropy and blessing sapient races with the resources to let them blossom and expand into the furthest depths of the ever-expanding universe. She will have trillions, quintillions, decillions of new subjects every year- no, every day - no, every SECOND!

And in time, Sophie will fuck every single one of them.

ENDING 69 -I am Sophie. I have sex.-