Consequences of ascension

"I swear your mind is getting dirtier by the second," Kazumi said the next morning, after yet another night of reality-warping sex. Her head was sitting on a table while you used her shrunken body as a dildo.

Her arms and legs moved in just the right way to stimulate all your most sensitive spots.

"I get a lot of dirty thoughts running through my consciousness," you reminded her. "Whenever anyone thinks about anythong horny, I think of that same thing."

"Yeah, yeah, you are everything, everything is you. You think all the other thoughts, too, so why are you only acting on the sexual ones?"

"Because sex feels good, obviously. Especially when I can manipulate my own erogenous zones." You demonstrated the point by pulling Kazumi's body out of your pussy and using her neck stump to stimulate your belly button, which promptly brought you to a screaming orgasm.

"Jeez, if you're gonna be that loud at least give a girl some warning so she can deafen herself for a moment."

You stuck your tongue out at Kazumi and resumed using her as a dildo.

Kazumi rolled her eyes. "Aren't you supposed to be starting the project today?" she asked, changing the subject.

It was already ten minutes after you were both supposed to be at work. Not that others' schedules particularly mattered to either of you.

"The project starts when I say it starts," you said, waving your free hand. "Hideki can wait a little while longer; I'm gonna have some fun with Kelly today."

"Give a girl control over all of reality and suddenly she thinks she's entitled to skip work."

"Damn right I am."

"Well, for my part, I'd rather just be fashionably late," Kazumi said, but made no effort to reclaim her body or create a new one. She knew you'd hold her there until you were good and ready to have her go.

Still, it didn't take you long to come to one last climax, and then you laid your lover's sticky, drenched body on the floor. A jet of water from your hand, followed by a blast of hot air, cleaned and dried her, and then Kazumi grew herself back to her usual size, taking care of the lingering odours herself.

"Not gonna send me to work as a mermaid and make me do my work from a water tank?" she asked.

"I'll file that idea away for later," you said. She blew you a kiss and vanished.

Kelly Lancer was arriving on her own in a military car, not accompanied by military police or anyone else. You'd insisted on your own operational security, and that included not having the military know exactly where you were housing your specialists. You didn't want them getting any ideas and making a futile effort to kidnap Tori or something like that.

They definitely didn't like it, but nobody could say no to anything you demanded.

You'd given her directions to an intersection near the apartment building, saying only that you'd meet her there. As you suspected, the military was using GPS tracking on her.

They might not be able to go against you directly, but they could try to circumvent you.

Not that it mattered much. Even if you hadn't thought ahead, you had complete control of history from the moment you ascended fully, and near-complete control of history prior to that moment. Any negative consequences could be undone with a thought, with nobody but you left knowing anything had happened. Even Hala wouldn't be left with even the slightest intuitive sense that something might be wrong.

Still, no sense creating more work for yourself.

The car pulled up and parked only about a minute after you teleported there, and Kelly got out. She was dressed in smart civilian clothes, still looking every bit the tough soldier, but the look in her eyes as she spied you betrayed her true desires.

"Hello, Juno," she said.

"Good morning, Kelly."

She grabbed her bag from the car and slung it over one shoulder. "I thought you'd have me go straight to the lab," she commented, looking around.

"I decided to delay things another day so I could greet you properly."

"How generous." She closed the car's door. It locked automatically.

"Someone'll be along later to--" she started, but cut herself off when the car abruptly vanished.

"What did you do?" she asked, knowing it had to be something you did.

"Just scrambling the military's GPS tracking," you said casually. "Sending the car to a few random places before putting it back at the base." You took her hand and did the same, locations flashing before your eyes, making Kelly a bit dizzy, before you were in the elevator lobby off the private parking lot in the apartment building.

"I take it that was for the same purpose?"

You nodded. "I think your superiors will have fun figuring out how the GPS tracker they planted on you ended up in the middle of the Gobi."

"You know that'll just make them paranoid about what Hideki might have."

"Paranoid, and uncertain," you said as the elevator arrived. "The thing will blow up rather more heavily than they expect when they send a team out to retrieve it. Nobody will be injured, don't worry, but they'll wonder just what Hideki might have up its sleeve that we can do something like that."

"If I understand the briefing notes you sent me, Hideki doesn't have anything, other than you, anyway."

"Doesn't really matter either way. They won't dare try anything against Hideki, and if they try anything against me personally they'll regret it. Besides, as long as I keep working at Hideki they won't think of moving against me. They're all convinced I have the Board in the palm of my hand. Which, metaphorically and, potentially, literally speaking, I do."

The Captain nodded and waited while you registered her in the door locks. She didn't ask who the other suite was for, but did cock her head at the faint moans coming from it. Tori had been fucking herself with her twin tails since she woke up.

"Looks like a nice--" Kelly cut off as she crossed the threshold and instantly found herself suspended in midair, held spread-eagled by bonds that were not only invisible, but only existed as your own pure mental ****, and completely naked.

"Not wasting any time, are you?" she asked.

"I thought I'd pick up where we left off last time." You brushed a finger across her left nipple, leaving a hard clamp behind in its wake. Kelly bit her lip against the pain.

After she'd adjusted, she said, "Same safeword as last time."

"No. No safeword." You floated off the ground to whisper in her ear. "You don't want a safeword, Kelly. That's what you really dream about, isn't it? Being completely at someone's mercy, having no way to stop them doing whatever they want to you. Being nothing more than a toy for them to use and **** as they saw fit, only being allowed to go when they decide. Being utterly helpless and having your fate entirely in someone else's hands, without even the illusion of retaining control." None of what you said had been false before you said it. Total, utter submission was Kelly Lancer's deepest fantasy. "That's what you really want, isn't it? And only I can truly give it to you."

Just your words alone made Kelly shudder with a small orgasm. She didn't hesitate. "Yes," she said, nodding, unable to lie. "Yes. No safeword."

You stroked a finger down her cheek, down her neck, along her right breast, leaving behind another clamp on that nipple. "Good. Isn't everything so much easier when you let someone else make decisions for you?"

"So much easier," she agreed.

"You'd rather have someone else tell you what to do, tell you what you want."

"Yes. Yes," Kelly said, nodding vigorously.

Your finger moved lower, along her light abs, touching her clit and leaving behind a clamp there, too. "And you want this all the time. You want to know that someone could just control you whenever she wants and not give you a say."

Kelly moaned as your finger caressed her labia.

"The thought of not being yourself, being embarrassed, being humiliated, having your reputation ruined, that excites you, doesn't it?"

Kelly bit her lip as you brought her to the very brink of orgasm, but didn't let her tip over.

You withdrew your finger but locked Kelly's arousal in place, denying her climax, forcing her to edge. "You want to be owned, Kelly. You want to be someone's property. You want to be my property." In truth, the notion in general was not something you enjoyed, but this was one of Kelly Lancer's deepest desires. It assuaged your conscience somewhat to know that this was something to which she enthusiastically consented.

"God, fuck, yes. Own me, Juno. Use me, Mistress." Kelly thrashed in her invisible bonds as she tried to bring herself to orgasm.

"A good toy doesn't try to get herself off without her owner's permission," you chided her, and abruptly brought your hand down hard on her ass.

Kelly screamed in mixed pain and pleasure.

"A good toy doesn't talk without her owner's permission," you continued, and brought your hand down again on her other cheek.

Kelly's moan was abruptly cut off when you made a gag appear in her mouth.

"A good toy lets herself be molded by her owner." While you could simply rewrite reality to do what you wanted, it was still more satisfying to use the basic capabilities of the nanite-slime that largely made up your physical form, with only the barest enhancement to circumvent the limitations of ordinary physics. You deposited a drop in Kelly's anus, the woman quivering as you penetrated her sensitive hole, and it raced through her, altering her nervous system to radically enhance her sexual sensitivity, going straight to her ass and tits to make them grow to sizes ordinarily only attained by implants. A thin layer of fat covered Kelly's muscle, hiding it from view.

"But a good owner knows what her toy wants. A good owner indulges her toy's desires, on occasion." Kelly just didn't want to be dominated; she wanted to see visible signs of that domination, of your superiority. So you made yourself larger, growing taller until, even suspended in midair, Kelly's eyes weren't even level with your nipples. Your breasts and ass swelled, becoming even larger, proportionally, than hers. Your muscles grew and hardened, rippling under your skin as you walked around her. You stepped up close to her, putting her nose right next to your hard abs, making yourself sweat so she could inhale the scent.

You stuck a finger into Kelly's slit; it came back coated in her arousal. You stepped back so she could see past your titanic rack while you sucked your finger dry. You made sure she could see the orgasm that you allowed to course through your body.

"Do you want a taste?" Kelly nodded her head frantically. You made your hair grow out and snaked it toward her crotch, penetrating her with it. Her gag changed from a ball to a ring as you brought the soaked strands to her face, put them in her mouth. Kelly made as if to lick it, but caught herself and looked at you for permission.

When you nodded, she went to work with her tongue as best she could, getting as much of her juices as she could off of your hair and into her.

"And a good owner knows to reward her toy for being good," you said. Whispering in a way that would let Kelly hear you despite the distance, you said, "Cum."

Orgasm after denied orgasm crashed through Kelly Lancer, the woman screaming with the release, quivering in her restraints for minutes on end.

Once she was done, you removed the gag and clamps, though you didn't release her or undo the physical transformations. "Was that what you needed, toy?" you asked, making it clear that you knew she didn't want that part of your relationship to be confined to the bedroom.

"Yes, fuck, You, yes." That made you raise an eyebrow; Kelly appeared, at least mentally, to be acknowledging you as some sort of personal deity from how her thoughts had run as she spoke those words. "That was what I've dreamed of, Mistress."

You released Kelly from the rest of her restraints, making sure she landed softly on the floor. "And what would you say if I wanted to leave you like this?" As you said those words your subconscious picked up a stray desire from Emilia King, and seeing no reason not to indulge her, you did. "Make you go around with the sort of body only porn stars typically have, maybe even make you go around naked?"

"I hope You will, Mistress," Kelly said, collapsing against you. "This is the body You want me to have, which means it's the body I want to have."

Gently hugging Kelly Lancer to yourself, you altered social norms so that nobody would think it unusual for her to be naked in public, nor for her to call you Mistress, which you decided to obligate her to do, making her say the word even if she thought your name. You decided to let Kazumi know that something was different, though.

"It's still mid-morning," you said. "I can take you to meet Brynn and Wren later today, if you want. They can sustain themselves off of the microreactors but they'll function best if they're attached to a living host for a time." You didn't want for her to respond; you knew she wanted to be back under another's direct control as soon as possible. "Get yourself cleaned up; I'll be back later, but for now there's someone else who could use my help."

You left Kelly to her own devices and simply walked through her apartment door into the small lobby, and then through the other door, walking in on Tori frantically masturbating. "You look like you could use a hand," you said, shifting her body again, keeping the height and build for the time being but growing feline ears and sprouting a long, prehensile tail, looking, you knew, like an oversexed version of a major character from a popular online game that a distant Yabusa subsidiary, only purchased for its profitability potential, made.

"I never really liked the feline transformations," Tori said, looking you up and down as she continued to bring herself off. "Very independent, didn't care at all about me--at least they didn't actively ruin my life, though--and the licking, god, the licking."

"So I take it you're not willing to clean my abs with your tongue," you said, chuckling.

Tori gave you a look but there wasn't much conviction behind it. She knew as well as you did that, sooner or later, she'd break down and indulge any fantasy you might have quite enthusiastically. You were reality; your desires were reality's desires. And thus your desires became everyone else's desires, even if you were uncomfortable with altering others' minds that way, even passively.

"Not yet," she acknowledged. "But maybe I'll consider it if you get that tail in here. My own are getting tired."

Tori was tall enough to nuzzle her face against your breasts when you sat down next to her on the bed. She sighed in relaxation as your tail started slowly pumping in and out of her pussy. "Still not going to consider something harder?" she murmured.

The thought, you admitted privately to yourself, had been growing on you as you processed even just the desires and fantasies of billions of humans, never mind all the various alien species, some of which were remarkably physiologically similar to humans, enough that the sexual fetishes translated over readily. "Maybe at some point," you said. "But not now. I'm still adjusting, just like you."

"Mmm," Tori said, licking your nipple. "That's not a 'no'."

"It's a 'no' for now," you clarified.

"For now," Tori said, letting herself sink into your stimulation, relax against your body. She started suckling on your nipple and you let yourself lactate. "For now," she repeated, murmuring.

--

"A week ago this is not what I thought my life would be like," Emilia King said, lying in bed next to Safiya.

Safiya cuddled against her friend, both of them enjoying the sensation of skin on skin. "A week ago Juno Ternion hadn't merged herself with the very basis of existence. A week ago she wasn't becoming ever hornier from deciding to focus on humanity's sexual thoughts rather than anything else, and making everyone else horny in turn."

Emilia shuddered in orgasm as the former Empress of the genies ate her out, Hala shifting under the covers to the woman who'd taken her place at Emilia's request and Juno's assent. Not that it mattered all that much, since both Hala and Safiya couldn't do anything supernatural without Juno's permission, as they'd discovered when Emilia tried to wish for a few things that should have worked, given what Hala and Safiya had told her about the limits of a genie's power before everything had happened.

Emilia wasn't entirely sure how to feel about the fact that Juno had let them scry what she and Kazumi were doing. Maybe it was her way of apologising for their knowing that they had no privacy from her, so she allowed herself to have no privacy from them if they chose to look in. But from having looked, it appeared that she allowed Kazumi to do certain things with the power she'd been gifted which she had denied Hala and Safiya when they attempted to do it.

Safiya's hand wandered to Emilia's nipple and began stroking it, her other hand toying with one of her own. Emilia looked down at her lover's bare chest as it grew, as she felt her own also expand, the genie's magic turned yet again to sexual ends seemingly of its own accord, though not, Emilia realised after a moment's introspection, in an unwelcome one.

"This is Juno again, isn't it," Emilia said as her breasts reached the size of her head and kept going.

Safiya nodded, projecting a scryed image of Juno and Tori, both of them also having outlandishly large boobs. "Juno took a fleeting fancy toward trying out having extremely large breasts. And that fleeting fancy of hers became a deeply held desire of ours, and once she actually gave in it became practically irresistible. If you want me to shrink them..." Safiya trailed off, a bit embarrassed that the first supernatural thing she'd done since Juno had granted their request for Safiya to formally take Hala's place was a near-compulsion to make their tits grow. It was clear from how Hala's body shifted between Safiya's legs that hers were substantially larger, too.

"How do people find this sexy?" Emilia wondered once the growth stopped. "That's what she's acting on, isn't it, people's sexual desires? These are just heavy and impractical." They were so big that Emilia couldn't even get her fingers to their largest point, and they'd **** the two to move apart somewhat just to make space.

"It's one of those things that seems a lot hotter when confined safely to the realm of fantasy than it actually proves to be in reality," Safiya said. "But Juno's able to bring fantasy into reality now." Her mouth twisted. "It probably won't make you feel any better to know that we're the only ones who've suddenly found ourselves with these. Juno's let her girlfriend more easily resist these urges and nobody else can actually act on their sudden desire for a view-obscuring chest."

"So you're saying that the way not to be at her whim like this is to find a way to get under her lab coat," Emilia said.

"Juno fools around, so does Kazumi, but ultimately they're devoted to each other. Neither of them feel anything like that for either of us." Safiya paused as she came to orgasm from Hala's skilful cunnilingus, Emilia slipping a hand under the covers to signal to the other genie that she should rest for a time, now that she felt the minor urge to dominate someone else fading. It was still irksomely present, though, but at least it was mirrored by a corresponding desire to serve on Hala's part. When they first started feeling the sensation, it was between Emilia and Safiya, but the threatened change in their relationship made both of them feel so uncomfortable that Emilia had wished that the two genies could swap roles, a sacrifice Hala agreed to make. It was already enough that they were feeling sexual desire for each other, which had started not long after Juno and Kazumi admitted their feelings to each other. "As you well know, she--"

"--has no ill will against me," Emilia finished. "Yes, I know. This isn't personal or anything. Maybe Juno should let some more genies out, give 'em to random people so they also have to deal with the consequences of her whims being pressed into everyone's mind and anyone with the ability to act on them finding themselves doing so practically involuntarily."

Safiya's hands started gently kneading Emilia's butt, and all three women found those growing as well, while Emilia and Safiya's muscles firmed up and Hala became even softer, though not nearly to the extent of Juno or Kelly.

The genie let out a long sigh. "If I could resist her whims, I would. I don't really like this any more than you do, but..."

"It's a weird feeling," Emilia agreed. "On the one hand, I know that I'm only enjoying this because Juno is enjoying it, but even knowing that I can't deny that the enjoyment is truly real. I like that I've got these now. I like that you've got them." Emilia ran her hands along the skin of her extremely sensitive breasts, and came to another orgasm. "I don't like how it is that I've come to like them, but I do like this."

"I think Juno doesn't like that she's making others like this, either," Safiya said. "If she did, who knows if we'd be able to dislike it? But this is something we're probably going to have to deal with until she gets herself more under control and figures out how to keep her fleeting, half-considered and swiftly acted-upon whims from becoming absolute divine law for the rest of us."

Emilia just let out a long sigh.

"I can feel enough control returning that I could shrink these down now, if you want. Not to the sizes we both ordinarily prefer but at least not so big that door frames become impassable by ordinary means." Safiya tickled the skin of her own ponderous orbs and climaxed as easily as Emilia had.

The human woman nodded. "I'd prefer to have these be smaller."

Safiya's magic coursed through them again, and soon enough Emilia found herself with breasts whose volume could be measured in a multiple of that of her head that could be counted on the digits of one hand, her butt shrinking along with it. She reached up to touch a nipple and found that they were still extremely sensitive.

"This is as small as they're gonna get?"

"Until Juno gains a fascination for more reasonably sized breasts," Safiya affirmed.

Emilia sighed again, getting out of the bed, taking some small appreciation that her new musculature let her move her exaggerated form around with few difficulties. Safiya and Hala followed her a moment later. "Might as well get used to these, I guess. How appropriate can you make our clothing, Safiya?"

The genie snapped her fingers, and while the clothes that appeared on them covered more than the lab coat and panties Juno had been wearing that morning when she met Kelly, it wasn't much. It wasn't quite a bikini, not that the formerly sickly woman had any experience with those, but with how exposed she felt in the thin bandeau top, painted-on short shorts and tall heels, Safiya having a matching outfit, she figured it wasn't that much better. Of course, she still found herself enjoying being so scantily clad; ever since Juno had embraced her own sensuality, and especially since she'd used it to get Reginald Brooks fired, Emilia had felt the seed of an exhibitionist fetish. Fashion hadn't quite shifted to catch up, but her best friend and lover being a genie meant that Emilia would always be ahead of the trends.

Emilia looked at Hala, the meekly submissive genie still nude. "Hala, you know I didn't want this," she said.

"I know. But I wanted to see it for you two even less."

"I'd rather not order you to do anything." Both Emilia and Hala had acknowledged that they wanted exactly that.

Hala nodded and a moment later was dressed in an erotic parody of a maid outfit. "You don't need to order me, Mis--Emilia. I will find happiness in serving you of my own accord." Left unsaid was that she would be much happier if she were ordered. Also left unsaid was that Emilia would be much happier giving those orders.

The researcher shook her head sadly. Juno was leaving ever more collateral damage in her wake. And all out of her entirely understandable desire to exist and be free.

At least from the way her feelings about it intensified, she knew that reality itself felt the same.