//Part2, first part is on my deviantArt page.
No matter how many times it has happened, or at the very least potentially happened, I still get caught completely off guard whenever I suddenly find myself standing in the doorway to my bedroom with no recollection of how I got there. The last thing I remember was packing up my laptop after my day at the office. I looked at the bedside clock, the display reading 10:00 PM.
She couldn’t have just waited five hours?
My wife, of course, was already laying across the bed as she always did when these sorts of things happened.
This is a story that takes place in the same Omniverse as the series Celestials, which can be found here: https://omnipotent-girls.net/node/72
It is recommended but not necessary to read Celestials first.
An immortal man's life is not so simple.
The day-to-day lives of omnipotent women who have reached the highest level of ascendance.
This entry contains both existing and only chapters, Parched and With the Snap of Her Fingers, the second of which contains some Avengers: Infinity War spoilers.
An office worker does a favor for her older sister
Two months later and our discord is pretty active, yay.
I added comments, ratings, and tags to RP logs. Not sure why I didn't do that in the first place.
Something else I need to do is get around to codifying rules about content on this site. However as I am incredibly lazy that probably won't happen for a while either. I would like to point out that I am allowing male content on this site, despite the site name (I didn't think omnipotent-people would be as catchy).
On a beautiful Summer day, Cass smiled to herself and thought, "Today I just want to test out some new ways to use my magic." She couldn't help but giggle at the thought of all the fun she could have. She loved using her magic at all times. She had the power of pure creation, eased through life with anything she desired at a click of her powerful fingers. Her powers grew every time she used them, that made it almost impossible to resist using them for anything.
Superego Maxine awoke in darkness.
She was getting fucked: spitroasted by eager tentacles that filled every hole and wriggled inside her like a nest of snakes. More tentacles milked her perpetually jizzing cock and suckled at her hugely engorged, milk-gushing tits. The slick, throbbing appendages were oil-black, streaked with faintly glowing purple veins that pulsed and writhed with sensual rhythm. They bound her wrists and ankles with irresistible strength.