
"Thank you guys so much!" Kelly Frost said waiving at the cheering crowd
and grinning. She had just finished her set, and she felt that she and
the band had put on one of their best performances to date. There was a
time when this sort of thing might have been written up in Rolling Stone,
but these days she knew there was no chance of that. Internally, Kelly
seethed with jealousy at the woman who had so completely eclipsed her,
but there was no outward sign of her inner turmoil. All she did was
pull her fake grin even wider and say, "Now I know you didn't just come
here to see me! It's time for what you really came here to see!" God,
she hated how deferential she sounded. "It's Priah!!!!" She turned to
sweep her arm back towards the center of the stage where the top of
Priah's gorgeous hair was just peeking into view as a platform
slowly rose into view.

The Indian-American pop idol was facing away from the stage, bouncing her
right knee to the rising beat. She wore a tiny white top that left her
entire lower back bare to the audience along with matching short-shorts
that exposed the lower swells of her butt cheeks. The entire audience,
and Kelly along with them, became so aroused that they teetered on the
edge of orgasm by the time the swell of her perfect ass came into view.
The urge to submit grew stronger and stronger until it was all encompassing
by the time her 8" spike heeled white platform boots came into view.
If it were not for Pirah's perfect control over the orgasms that she
inspired, they would have cum themselves silly, but the temptress before
them wasn't about to let that happen. Priah was a lot hotter than she had
been when she first merged Paul with her breasts and gained the ability
to reshape reality with a few drops of her milk. After all, she got hotter
every time she ate, and the voluptuous woman's appetite was famously huge.

*Oh my god, she's perfect. I can't possibly compare with that.* Kelly thought
to herself. She seethed with even more jealousy now that she could actually
see Priah, but it was drown out by her arousal and the overwhelming urge to
submit to an inherently superior being. Of course, even though she hated it,
Kelly also loved being dominated by Priah's sexy tits. Everyone did.

When the platform reached ten feet above the ground, Priah began to sing.
Before Priah decided to try her hand at singing, Kelly had been the undisputed
queen of pop, but as soon as the first note filled the stadium, unaided by any
sort of amplifier, it was clear that Priah had her totally outclassed. Of
course, that wasn't a surprise. Priah totally outclassed everyone at everything.
Kelly still hated it. And loved it.

After singing the enthralling and sensual hook, Priah did a flawless twisting
quadruple back flip off the platform without even using her magic or
flight abilities, landing facing the crowd. At the sight of her expanse of
light brown cleavage jiggling with the after effects of her dismount,
half the crowd had heart attacks. Of course, Priah had been expecting it
so she had flawlessly worked the spell gestures to perform simultaneous
magical interventions to fix their failing tickers into her choreography.
By the time she had slid to the right and writhed her body in an
undulating and enthralling dance, all their hearts were healthier than
they had ever been. Most of them hadn't even noticed their own heart
attacks they were so enthralled by the goddess in front of them
and her fixes had been so fast. Priah wasn't just the greatest pop
idol of all time, she was the greatest mage surgeon of all time. In
fact, if there was anything she wasn't the greatest of all time at
it was just something she hadn't tried yet.

A troupe of backup dancers came out to join Priah on stage. They trained
relentlessly, but they still looked like clumsy colts just learning to
walk next to Priah. As far as Kelly knew, Priah never thought about the
dance routine except to design it and perform it. Pretty soon, the dance
got so complex that the human dancers could not keep up, so they smoothly
stepped away and let gleaming golden robots take their place. Priah had
designed these robots herself specifically for the show. They were far
more advanced than anything else in the field even though she had set
herself the arbitrary "no magic" rule as a way to make it more
interesting. She had said in an interview that the constraint had added
an extra day to the time she had spent on the design.

Priah's nipples stiffened, making cork sized dents in her top. She had
altered reality to allow herself to hear everyone's thoughts in the same
way she had been able know what Paul was thinking before he became just
part of the fat and milk glands of her heavenly orbs. No matter how often
she felt the blend of lust, jealousy, and submissiveness her appearance
inspired she reveled in it like it was the first time. She especially
delighted in the feelings Kelly Frost was experiencing as Priah effortlessly
upstaged the former queen of pop.

Throughout the rest of the two hour long concert, the jiggle and quake of
Priah's perfect breasts kept the tens of thousands of people watching in
person and billions of people watching online right on the edge of orgasm.
The lyrics of her songs ranged from poetic to cleverly funny, but there
was a common theme of boastfulness about her own prowess and confident
promise that she would dominate. At the climax of her final song of the
night, "Goddess", she finally relented and allowed the onlookers to orgasm,
which they all did in an explosive release. Women and gay men spasmed just
as hard as anyone else, for Priah had long ago gotten hot enough to transcend
typical sexual orientation.

Priah turned and strutted off stage, causing a cascade of secondary orgasms
as her perfect ass swayed back and forth. As soon as she got back stage
twenty servants rushed forwards to attend her, "Ma'ma, the UN Secretary
General is asking you to post another 'chill out' video about this thing
in Ethiopia." One of them said, referring to the video Priah had posted
a few months back that in which she told the Israelis and Palestinians to
just chill for a bit and headed off some escalating tensions. After all
the conflict in the middle east may have been smoldering for nearly
three quarters of a century, but everyone on both sides loved being
dominated by the gorgeous American pop star, actress, fashion designer,
author, inventor, and doctor who had told them to cool off a bit.

"I guess I better if I don't want to be a bad person," there was a time
when Priah might have said anyone who rewrote reality to make themselves
the star of the show was already a bad person, but she no longer felt that
way. The world was a better place when it was firmly under her thumb.
Everyone was clearly way happier than they had been before. For the male
half of the population, their increased happiness came as an uncomplicated
lustful delight that such a perfect specimen of femininity existed. The
female half of the population's increased happiness was a bit more complicated.
They found Priah's mere existence humiliating and degrading, as her beauty
and sex appeal shifted male expectations so far that all normal women were
considered below average. If Priah was a 10, the second most attractive woman
was a 4 on a good day. Despite this, the women were happier after Priah's
ascension, after all they absolutely loved being dominated by her sexy
sexy tits.

"Phone." Priah snapped her fingers and one of her servants rushed forward to
hand it to her. Before Priah had offered him a chance to work for her, he
had been a powerful and ambitious CEO, but after a short chat with the
voluptuous Indian woman his ambitions had reoriented themselves to a more
worthy cause: serving his new Mistress. Priah loved keeping formerly powerful
people as her direct servants. It was just delightful how they were willing
to do things that would previously be far beneath them for the chance to
serve her. The rest of the world saw their new positions as major steps up
in status, which she also got a kick out of. The woman who cleaned one of
her fifty or so mansions was considered to be of higher social status than
any politician or traditional celebrity these days.

Priah pointed the phone at herself and started filming. She recorded a message
in fluent Oromo, another in Amharic, and a third in Tigrinya. In all the
messages she told people to chill out and stop killing people. She added
a quick caption and then posted it on all her social media feeds. She
handed her phone back and walked over to get changed. A few months ago
she had declared, "my cleavage is so deep that it can hold anything,"
and spent a cup or so of rapidly replenished milk to make it true.
Anything included even abstract things like someone's ability to
experience sexual desire, so she kept 95% of her servants sexuality
in the bottomless void between her huge boobs. Priah found that if
she didn't they would helplessly gawk at her as her sex appeal
overwhelmed their wills. Now, though, she sucked in the rest. Even
with only five percent of their sexual desire, they would be totally
useless when she got changed.

The black haired beauty pulled her top over her head and let it fall
to the floor, setting her huge perfectly formed tits to bouncing and
jiggling on her chest. One of her servants immediately scooped up the
top and folded it lovingly. Later, it would be burned. Priah never wore
the same thing twice anymore, and she had decided to start having her
old clothes burned after people began fighting tooth an nail over the
ones she donated. Priah slid her hands lovingly over the flawlessly
smooth brown skin of her massive melons. Her hands looked tiny against
the backdrop of such abundant feminine flesh.

*God, they're just so perfect,* she thought watching the way her dark
nipples poked through the gaps in her spread fingers as she slid her hands
up. She could feel herself growing wet at the sight of her own flawless
body. Even her nearly unbreakable will was crumbling under the full onslaught
of sexuality that her jugs put out. Reluctantly, she dropped her hands from
her chest and slipped her thumbs beneath the waistband of the tiny pair of cream
panties she had on beneath her shorts. She slid them down
her long sensual legs and let them pool at her feet. The scent of her
pussy filled the air and when she looked back up at the mirror, her
breath turned ragged. "I-I have enough willpower to resist myself,"
she said, allowing a few drops of milk to disappear from within her bosom.
Her dilated eyes contracted a bit and she suddenly found that despite the
overwhelming arousal that her own body had inspired, she was able to
operate normally.

As she became more and more attractive, Priah would have to make that
pronouncement every few weeks. Of course, she could have solved the
problem once and for all, but she rather enjoyed the way her ever increasing
beauty kept wearing down even her own will. She snapped her fingers and
pointed to the spike heeled platform boots she wore and two servants rushed
forward to begin unlacing them for her. The one on the right had been a
celebrity chef and the one on the left had been a prize winning
documentarian before Priah took them into her employ. Now they just
practiced to be able to tie and untie her shoes quickly and correctly.
Of course, Priah could have done a better job them them one handed
and distracted, but they did a passable enough job and she enjoyed
the way they were so solely focused on perfecting such a trivial task
for her. She didn't feel bad since she knew they absolutely loved being
dominated by her.

She stepped out of the boots and snapped her fingers at another pair of
servants who rushed forward to hold a pair of red panties in front of
her. She raised her feet slightly as she walked forward and they dipped
down so that she could step into them in a smoothly choreographed move
that settled them flawlessly into place around her crotch. A second
pair of servants rushed forward to fasten a red pleated skirt that
came a third of the way down her thighs around her waist. By this point
her shoe servants had brought out a pair of thigh high matte black leather
platform boots with a 6" heel which they pulled onto Priah's outstretched legs
one at a time. These boots had no laces for them to work, instead their
soft black leather snugged up against against Priah's skin with a quick
muttered word and a brief spell gesture from the woman wearing them.
She could have had some of her formerly renowned mage servants do it
for her, but she did have *some* standards.

Next a single servant approached her from the front and she slid her arms
through the holes in a black lacy plunge bra. The same servant settled the
massive cups around her chest while two muscular male servants came forward
to try to clasp her bra. They struggled for thirty seconds or so, fighting a
loosing battle against Priah's heavy tits, the whole time just a tantalizing
centimeter away from being able to clasp it. They had both been renown strong
men before becoming Priah's playthings, and she had given both of them powerful
strength enhancing amulets, but they were still unable to defeat the perkiness
of her boobs. "Need some help back there boys?" she asked archly.

"Y-yes mistress," they stammered. They had never succeeded in their appointed
task. They were filled with shame at the fact that they had failed once more,
but of course they loved the fact that they had been able to be so directly
dominated by Priah's perfect tits.

Priah chuckled, reached back and casually clasped her bra, exerting more
force on the magically reinforced garment than the cables of the golden gate
had to support. Of course, normally her boobs weren't so superhumanly firm
because she suppressed part of the powers she had gotten while telling Paul
how she was a great Power Girl, but she got a kick of dialing back on the
suppression just a tiny fraction and watching as the second and third
strongest people on the planet utterly failed to compress her relentlessly
perky boobs.

The strongmen stepped away and another servant approached with a
black crop top that Priah took and pulled over her head. If two strongmen
failed to clasp her bra, a normal servant would be hopelessly outmatched in
trying to pull the thin black fabric over her jutting chest. When Priah
settled the garment in place she pursed her lips approvingly at herself
in the mirror. If she was showing any cleavage at all no one would ever
summon the will power to appreciate the rest of her, like the flawless
tummy that this outfit put on full display. She turned left and right,
watching as the small constellation of jewels set in the piercings around
her belly button winked and glimmered against her light brown skin.
When she finished examining herself, she pointed to a final pair of
servants and snapped her fingers. They rushed forward holding a jewelry
box. She opened one of the little drawers and pulled out two large golden
drops encrusted with rubies, which she hooked through her ears. As always,
she looked amazing.

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Senator Nancy Kinder paced nervously. Everything she had done for the last
two months had lead up to this moment, though if she was being honest,
the work hadn't been that hard. Senator Kinder had been in politics for
a long time, and she had never seen another bill gain traction and support
so quickly. She hadn't been too sure of it when she first drafted the
proposed 28th amendment to the United States constitution with her aids,
but everyone she had talked to about it was fully on board. The 28th
amendment cut right across party lines in a way that had never happened
before. It had massive popular support, and any lawmaker who didn't get
on board quickly enough had been promised aggressive primary challenges
from their base. Representative Amanda Crest was the only member of congress
who opposed the amendment, and she had only been narrowly saved from an
impeachment when Priah herself spoke up.

"Ma'am? She's ready for you now." Jon Lyndon said in his famously rich
voice. Nancy recognized him easily from the years he had spent as the country's
highest rated cable news anchor. Now he had moved up in the world, becoming
one of Priah Nair's personal servants. Senator Kinder felt insignificant
before him. She almost couldn't believe that someone as important as one
of Priah's personal servants was speaking to her so respectfully.

Nancy steadied her breathing and nodded, "Thank you, sir."

Jon lead her into a huge office. Elegant furniture lined the walls and
formed two cozy little enclaves of couches and love seats, and rare
but expensive artifacts stood on display on various glass tables. A
large mahogany desk dominated the far side of the room, and Priah
Nair herself sat behind it, regarding Nancy with large violet eyes.
At the sight of her, Nancy froze in place. God, how she hated that
woman.

It wasn't fair for anyone to have such a perfect tumble of black hair.
It wasn't fair for any one woman to have cheekbones like that. It wasn't
fair that her lips alone were sexier than any fifty other women on the
planet. It wasn't fair the way her eyes seemed to suck you in, hypnotic
in their beauty. And then of course there was her body, which proved
once and for all that the universe was a cruel, cruel place. The sensual
young goddess in front of Nancy always dressed to show off her incredibly
ripe figure, as if to rub salt into the wounds of the rest of womankind.
Today was no exception, and Nancy could only gawk as Priah rose from behind
her desk and started towards Nancy.

The Indian woman wore a tight black skirt that was cinched around her
incredibly small waist and only made it a third of the way down her
thighs. A thin belt helped cinch the skirt around an ultra-tight
white button down blouse that Priah had left unbuttoned far enough
to expose a good foot of dark cleavage. The flesh of her breasts
jiggled and quaked in the gap left by her blouse with every step
she took. Humiliation rose up within Nancy as she realized that
she was already sopping wet. *Jesus, those tits are perfect,
no wonder Mike always calls her name when we have sex now.*

Priah read the thought from the Senator's mind and smirked, her
nipples stiffening. She just loved the way her body so effortlessly
dominated everyone these days. Listening to the hidden rage and
jealousy that burned within other women even as her superior femininity
turned them into her submissive little pets was especially delicious.

A complex war of emotions stormed within Senator Kinder as Priah
continued to approach. Her jealousy and humiliation gave rise to
overwhelming guilt that she could feel any sort of negative emotion
towards Priah. As far as Nancy knew, no other women felt the way
they did. They all seemed so genuinely passionate about making sure
that Priah got what she deserved: the best of everything. Why did
Nancy, and she was sure that she alone had this problem, have such
a horrible personal failing. How could she be so jealous and spiteful
towards a woman so obviously perfect, and, well, better? Of course,
rising up to crush all of this was the overwhelming urge to submit.
It was an animal instinct that spoke to her on a level deeper than
conscious thought. If she had been a dog, she would have long since
been showing her belly to the approaching goddess.

Priah got a little thrill when she heard Nancy think that she was the
only one jealous of Priah. It was hilarious how all women were insanely
jealous of her, and none of them realized that they were not alone in
their jealousy. "Senator Kinder, why don't you come over, have a seat,
and tell me what I can do for you."

Suddenly, Nancy realized she was just standing in the door, frozen.
"S-s-sorry, Ms. Nair! I-I didn't-"

"Oh, don't worry about it." Priah said with a dismissive laugh, "follow
me."

On the way across the huge office, Nancy was treated to the hypnotic
sight of Priah's perfect ass swaying rhythmically back and forth.
Halfway through the room, it all became too much for her and she
clutched a chair, cumming helplessly. Priah grinned to herself at
the interruption. Of course, it had only happened because she allowed
it to happen. Eventually, Nancy stopped trembling and they finished
the walk over to the desk.

"So, Senator, what can I do you for?" Priah asked once they were
seated.

"Well, I'm-I'm-I'm h-here to ask you t-to become the Empress of the
United States as described in the 28th amendment."

"It hasn't passed yet," Priah observed.

"B-b-but we have the votes. All the votes. It will pass." Nancy assured her.

"You didn't think to ask me this before you started your little campaign?"

Nancy gulped spasmodically. How could she have been so defiant? Of course she
should have done that, but Priah had seemed so unapproachable. She couldn't
just demand time with such an important person. "I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry!"
she wailed. "I-I-I d-d-didn't w-want to t-t-trouble you."

Priah chuckled. A US senator was bawling her eyes out for being insufficiently
deferential in her efforts to give Priah absolute political power. "Well,
don't worry too much about that. You're talking to me now." She said
reassuringly. "What made you want to pass this amendment?"

"I-it j-just seemed like the right way for the world to me. I-I mean you're
so good at everything, you would make an amazing empress. A-and it doesn't
seem right for you not to, like, own everyone directly. I mean, you're so
perfect and powerful and strong and-"

Priah held up a hand. "Ok, I think I get it," she chuckled. "Hmm, I guess
I've never been a huge fan of monarchy as a form of government, but then
again, I guess it would be different if I was Empress. I mean, everyone
loves me." she put power into her words and a few cups of milk disappeared
from within her boobs only to be replaced half a second later. "They
love me and they're in love with me if you know what I mean. It's
impossible not to be in love with me." She said with a giggle. At her
words a gallon of milk disappeared and was replenished.

"Of course," Nancy said to the love of her life.

"But even beloved monarchs can be bad, so its a good thing that I'm wise."
Priah said. She was already super intelligent, so her words didn't shift
reality much, but there is a different between wisdom and intelligence,
and in Priah's latest set of memories, she had always been wise beyond
her years.

"Of course, I've noticed that the new government explained in the
28th amendment does not have any sort of succession plan, so it's a
good thing that I can never die." At these words an enormous amount
of Priah's milk disappeared. More than half of it was gone in an
instant, and more kept draining away. She was a little worried that
she wouldn't have enough power to enforce her new version of reality,
but her boobs rapidly created enough new milk to meet the demands
and were soon brimming with power once more. There were no obvious
differences in her memories from the change, but Priah now realized
that she was truly immortal. Even at her previous levels of power,
there had been a lot of things that could have killed her, a lot more
than she had realized. Apparently the universe was a big place. Now,
all of those possibilities had been pinched off. Still, it worried
Priah, so she decided pile on a few more precautionary changes to
reality, "and of course I can never be imprisoned or influenced against
my will." This diktat required another gallon or so of milk, but Priah's
huge bosom was more than equal to the task.

"S-s-so does this mean you'll accept?" Nancy asked the most perfect woman
she had ever seen, who she both loved with all her heart and held raging
jealously for.

Priah smiled, "I'll have to bow to popular opinion on this one. I will accept."

================================================================================

Millions of people crowded into the national mall, pressing together so tightly
that many of them would have been seriously hurt if Priah herself hadn't cast
a protection charm to intervene when someone fell underfoot. Priah's upcoming
coronation had been the talk of the whole world since word got out that she had
accepted the people's pleas to assume direct personal ownership of them all.
The political entity that was about to be formed would be the least equal in
history. There would be two constitutionally mandated classes: Priah and slaves.
The premise of the new constitution was really just that that Priah directly
owned everything and everyone within the former boarders of the United States.

A sudden hush fell over the crowd as all the watching people and cameras
focused on Priah as she approached the podium. The Empress wore an opulent
golden gown that weighed over 1000 pounds and required thirty men to carry
the train. A deep V slashed down from the already low neckline of the gown,
revealing her navel and the perfect flesh of her firm stomach. Her dark
curls tumbled down around her bare shoulders and spilled into the crevasse
between her breasts. Her large violet eyes flashed with confidant power as
she opened her mouth to speak.

The speech she gave was reminiscent of a presidential inaugural address,
though far more inspiring than any speech every given in the capitol and
with decidedly different themes. Priah spoke of service, though she meant
service the new slave class could offer her. She spoke of duty, though
she meant the duty she was now owed by each and every American. She spoke
of honor, though she meant the honor they would find in serving her with
their whole beings. She spoke of justice, though she mean the justice
of everyone finding their rightful place in the world: beneath her divine
boot. She spoke of peace, for what could be more peaceful than an entire
world devoted to the desires of one woman. She spoke of prosperity, though
she meant prosperity for herself. Through it all, the people ate it up,
reveling in their new role as the curvaceous Indian woman's new property.

When their new Empress stopped talking and swept back towards the White
House, which was already being made grander to befit the new ruler, she
left behind a populace more united and inspired than they had ever been
in the nation's history. Democracy had just breathed its last in America,
and been replaced with something far better.

===============================================================================

Bel looked at herself in the pool of water on her wall in frustration. Altering
gravity within her mansion to put it there had been easy, but such things were
out of reach for her now. Her breasts were nearly as flat as they were the day
that the mortal woman had drained her dry. They had grown back a little, but
she was only producing a few drops of her reality altering milk each day. It
was hardly enough power to keep her mansion running, let alone launch an attack
on the woman who had stolen her power. Bel's power should have been returning to
her and draining away from the woman, but it seemed to cling to the thief as if
it preferred its new home.

Bel clipped a large ring through her nose and adjusted her heavily padded bra.
She looked like a scrawny little girl. How was Prince Nine ever going to take
her seriously? She tried to reassure herself that he knew what she had been
once, and would be glad to have her owe him a large favor once her powers were
restored, but she still couldn't help but feel nervous about the pending arrival
of the demon prince.

She walked down the twisting staircase of her mansion and paced nervously in
front of the door. She stopped pacing when a booming knock came. She gathered
her pitiful magic and made a gesture, just barely activating the enchantments
in the large double doors and making them swing inwards. A towering figure
in the shape of a handsome and muscular man stood in the portal. Bel's eyes
lingered on his face, which possessed a tantalizing allure that had tempted
many a mortal into sin. Prince Nine would have towered over Bel when she was
her full height, but now he more than doubled her height. "Welcome, my lord."
Bel said with a curtsy.

"Is that an invitation?" He asked in powerful voice.

"Yes, please come in. I acknowledge your essence Prince Nine." Bel said,
feeling a bit of trepidation at allowing him through the wards of her sanctuary.

He stepped through the doorway and immediately his form blurred and was replaced
with a much shorter and more feminine figure. "Thanks babe," Priah said with a
chuckle, "Not even I could break those wards, what with them being forged before
the universe was born and all."

"What, but you can't forge a demon prince's essence!" Bel protested.

Priah chuckled, "True, but I didn't need to. Prince Nine gave it to me
willingly. I might even say eagerly."

"So then he's-"

"A part of me." Priah chuckled, "Can you really blame him for wanting to
contribute to my perfection though? I mean look at me." Bel did. The taller
woman wore a pair of black thigh-high boots with wicked looking 8" spike heels
and thick platforms, a tiny short skirt and a black corset that shoved her
large bust up to display her incredible cleavage. Bel hated this woman who
had stolen her powers and somehow made them more effective than they had ever
been for Bel herself, yet the sight of the dark skinned temptress made Bel
feel an incredible urge to submit.

"N-no." She said to the superior specimen of femininity before her.

"It was so easy to get him to give it to me. I think I could have just asked
him for it the moment he saw me and he would have handed it over just like
that, but I decided to have a little fun with him first. You want to hear about
it?" She smirked, "of course you do..." she began her tale.


Priah wove her hands through a complex pattern and opened a gash in the air.
She stepped through and immediately smelled the scent of smoke though the air
was clear. The scent of smoke was inescapable in Hell. She smirked as she read
the thoughts of the powerful being who dwelt within the large brass castle that
she strode through. He had sensed her presence as soon as she smashed through
his wards and entered his domain. He could tell that she was a human witch, but
he hadn't realized the extent of her other abilities. He seemed quite confident
that he would be able to destroy her immediately, and was running towards her
at frightening speed.

The doors to the hallway she was walking down burst open and a 10 foot tall
demon burst through, swinging a flaming spiked chain in one hand. As soon
as he saw Priah, however, his steps began to slow. By the time he had gotten
ten steps or so into the hallway, he had stopped moving entirely and the chain
had dropped from his hands. His gaze remained fixed firmly on Priah's breasts
as they jiggled in her black corset with ever click of her heels on the brass
floor. He didn't seem to realize that he was shrinking as she approached until
he stood only half a head or so taller than her when she stopped in front of
him. "Prince Nine," she purred, "it is so lovely to finally meet you. I'm
Priah Nair, Empress of the United States. How would you like to be my
plaything?" She said it as if she was offering him a incredible job opportunity.
"Say, 'Yes, Mistress Priah' if you understand and agree."

Nine's dick was diamond hard. He had hardly registered what Priah had said,
*they are so perfect.* He thought, staring helplessly at the mortal woman's
tits. "Yes, Mistress Priah."

Priah smirked, he might be a demon prince, but he was still a man, and her
boobs completely subjugated any man who saw them. "Good boy," she purred,
trailing her fingers along his muscular chest as she walked past him. "You
sure do have a big palace. It's a good thing I always know where I'm going,"
at her words a mouthful of milk disappeared from her breasts and she
instantly knew the layout of the demon prince's extra dimensional palace.
"Follow me," she didn't bother to look back to check that her latest slave
was obeying her.

Nine trailed after the human witch who had invaded his domain so casually.
His cock throbbed in time with his rapid heartbeat and his eyes were glued
to her perfect ass. Without getting confused by the winding passageways that
drove lessor beings insane, she lead him unerringly to his bedroom. Though
the palace was larger than a city, it only took her a few minutes to cross
the distance as she effortlessly took advantage of every space warping shortcut
she could, including many that Nine had never seen before.

When she got to the demon prince's bed room, Priah turned and raised her
arms to wrap them around his neck. Leaning up a little, she kissed him
fiercely on the lips. The hard leather of her corset creaked at the pressure
when she pressed herself against him. She twitched her fingers and his clothing
disappeared before she turned and threw him across the room onto his bed.
Before being exposed to Priah's overwhelming beauty, Nine would have raged
at being manhandled by a mere human, but now the demon prince found that it
just turned him on more. Reading his thoughts, Priah grinned and began taking
slow deliberate steps towards him like a stalking cat. She loved how she made
everyone so instantly submissive.

"I'm going to take everything from you," she promised as she came to the edge
of the bed, "and you're going to love it." She was ready to enforce her words
on reality, but there was no change required to make them the truth.

Priah jumped up and landed over Nine, straddling him with her crotch positioned
right above his straining cock. Her violet eyes gleamed with a predatory light.
She wasn't wearing any panties and Nine could feel her slickness against him.
"You're gonna give me your divine spark in a little while. I can tell you want
to do it immediately, but you're going to have to prove your worthiness first."
She lowered her hot pussy to rest it on the bulbous head of his cock, sliding
her slit back and forth to draw a few tortured whimpers out of the demon lord
beneath her.

After a few moments of teasing, Priah suddenly dropped her hips, sliding the
whole length of Nine's huge shaft inside herself in one powerful motion. Nine
cried out as the black haired temptress above him engulfed him. His whole
body cried out for him to cum, but he was prevented from doing so by Priah's
perfect control over the orgasms she induced in others. She pinned his arms to
the mattress, his powerful muscles straining ineffectually against her slender
feminine arms. She slammed her hips down on him again and again, taking her own
pleasure from the pinned lord of Hell with little heed to the damage her
incredible strength might be doing to the demon beneath her. After a while,
she began to moan with pleasure. Her orgasm lasted a long time and left Nine
battered and bruised.

After she stopped moaning, Priah released her vice grip on Nine's wrists and
reached up to pop her massive boobs out of her corset so that she could feed
a thick nipple into Nine's mouth. Her dark nipple expanded to fill his mouth,
and with a contented sigh, she let down her milk. Nine gulped desperately at
the torrent of cream which jetted down his throat, but Priah's constantly
replenishing supply of milk was always going to be too much for him. "This
is going to loosen up that little fragment of divinity you carry with you,"
she gloated. "Normally, there would be no way that a human could steal the
divine power from a demon prince, but my milk is powerful enough to make it
possible." She wasn't changing reality, just stating facts, but she did
seize hold of reality when she said, "It's a good thing my pussy is a perfect
siphon for your power, I won't even have to perform a complicated ritual to
establish the siphon. I'll just let you cum and you'll give me everything."

*Please just do it! Suck me up, take everything! You're so fucking hot, you
deserve to just take and take and take.* Nine thought, letting out a muffled
whimper through the heavy breast which engulfed his face.

Priah giggled, "Oh, you're eager to give yourself to me aren't you? You love
the idea of a mortal witch ripping your divinity away and turning you into
just one tiny part of her, don't you?" Her eyes flashed with delight, "you
don't even know my name, and you love me more than you've ever loved anyone,
don't you?" She wasn't bending reality, it was already true.

*I do! I do! I'd give the universe if I could!* he thought, tried to speak
but only managing a muffled, "mmmmmmmmfffffff!"

Priah smirked down at the thoroughly helpless demon prince. She was dominating
him physically, magically, and emotionally. A part of her knew that she never
would have acted like this before Paul performed that fateful ritual on her,
but she didn't care. The woman she had become delighted in the way it was so
easy for her to utterly and completely dominate everyone she encountered.

"Now, Prince Nine, I'm going to let you cum, and when you do, you'll become
just a tiny part of me, mmmmmkayyy?"

*Pleasepleasepleaseplea-* his thoughts were cut off when Priah removed the grip
she had on his ability to orgasm and he bucked up into her. His balls spasmed
again and again up into the Indian witch, and with each pulse more and more of
his essence flowed up into her. She let out a low moan of delighted ecstasy
as one of the most powerful beings in the universe shrank down between her
thighs, filling her womb with his powerful seed. His cock and balls remained
the same size as his body shrank with each pulse of his dick.

Though she was already by far the sexiest woman in the universe, the fragment of
divinity caused her sex appeal to explode. Perfect skin somehow grew even more
flawless. Her main of gorgeous black hair took on an otherworldly shimmer. Her
divine ass demanded worship with ever increasing urgency. Most of all though,
she could feel the allure of her huge milky boobs growing stronger and stronger.
The grip her heavy tits had on reality grew stronger and stronger as their every
little jiggle and quake took on new significance.

Just as Nine was about to disappear entirely, Priah paused the process and
got up and slipping her boobs back into her corset before straitening the
short black skirt she wore. "Well, that was kinda sticky, it's a good thing I'm
always effortlessly clean," she said not even feeling the tiny amount of milk
that was required to make her announcement reality.

She caught sight of herself in a mirror set on the wall and immediately came,
her pussy spasming around the demonic dick still suck to the hilt in her
womanhood. "Oh god, I'm so fucking hot," she moaned. Her orgasm was relentless,
and it was only with great effort that she managed to gasp, "I have enough
willpower to resist myself." It took nearly a gallon of milk to make this
pronouncement reality, which showed just how much the stolen divinity had
improved the Indian witch. Deciding that the game of succumbing to her own
ever increasing beauty wasn't worth the potential of getting trapped by it,
Priah said, "and my willpower grows with my beauty so I'll always be able to
resist myself." While she was at it she said, "I have complete control over
the arousal I inspire in others."

She strutted slowly out of the palace. The echoing brass halls now felt like
an extension of herself, with the bulk of the former master of the palace's
divinity transfered to her. With every step she took she could feel the
pressure of Nine's arousal building until his mind was completely destroyed
by the intensity of it. As she closed the massive front gates behind her with
a flippant spell gesture, she once more released her hold on his orgasm and
Prince Nine was sucked up by Priah's hungry pussy. What was left of the once
mighty prince became a tiny scrap of lust riding along in Priah's ass.


Priah giggled maliciously and turned to present her flawless ass to the former
goddess she had stolen her power from. Giving it a smack that set her bubble
butt jiggling she said, "If you want to talk to Nine, he's right here! Of
course, he isn't that talkative these days."

"You know, you could have had all this." Priah gestured to her reality
dominating body, "You had the power for it all along, you just never developed.
Never learned how to knock reality free enough. That's the thing about you gods
and demons, you never change. You never adapt. Just think, if you had been able
to figure out Paul's little trick, you could have owned everything. But then,
that was never going to happen was it?" Priah laughed cruelly, enjoying the
impotent rage that flooded the little demon in front of her, "Mmmmm, of course,
I can't claim credit for figuring it out. I was just a girl with a big rack
in the right place at the right time. If things had turned out another way, it
could have been Paul with all this power, but of course now he's just a part
of my big, sexy, boobs. He's a lucky guy, don't you think?" She gave her chest
a playful squeeze, adding a surge of lust to mix with Bel's anger and jealousy.
"Don't worry, you'll be joining him soon enough."

Bel stumbled back, "N-no p-please."

Priah turned back around and stalked towards the cow demon, "You know the only
reason you're even able to beg me not to suck you into my big, sexy boobs is
because I'm suppressing, like, all my powers." Her heels clicked menacingly
on the stone floor. "You aren't much of a threat to anyone, but with your
powers you might be if enough people were selfless enough to sacrifice
themselves to you. I just want to make sure that never happens. Now, here's
what's going to happen: I'm going to fill you full of milk and then you're
going to give me that tiny spark of divinity you still have and become a tiny
pathetic part of me forever."

Bel just whimpered as Priah popped her left breast out of her corset and slipped
a thick nipple between the cow demon's lips. "You know, at first I thought my
milk had a more potent effect on reality because of the 'alpha female' change to
reality that I made, but I did some more research and it turns out that I can't
make any changes to reality that make me have a stronger grip on reality. The
only thing I can do to get a stronger grip on reality is to take divinity from
gods and demons. You know what that means? Even as a mortal, I was a better
vessel for your power than you were. Isn't that funny? You're thousands of years
old, and a mortal woman was better at your thing than you! And now, you're going
to become part of her." As Priah finished speaking, Bel began to shrink rapidly.
The demon managed a few whimpers of protest before she grew small enough that
Priah's huge boob turned sticky and pulled her in.

Just like when she had consumed Prince Nine, Priah's power had expanded
significantly when she stole Bel's spark of divinity, though the change wasn't
nearly as dramatic this time since it was not her first and Bel held less of
a divine spark than Nine had held. She slipped her breast back into her corset
and caressed the huge brown swells that bulged out of the top of the garment.
Most importantly, hers were now the only breasts with the power to bend reality
to her will. There was now very little that could threaten her.

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The 13 lords and ladies, only 12 now, of Hell sat in council as they often did.
They all felt the absence of Prince Nine quite keenly, and they all suspected
their fellow rulers of having something to do with his sudden disappearance.
A long silence stretched out as they regarded one another with eons of congealed
mistrust. It was broken by a faint clicking that grew steadily louder and louder.
The sound wormed its way into their minds, filling them with fear and freezing
them like rabbits caught out in the open when a raptor soared over head.

The clicking stopped right outside the massive doors to their chamber. The
anticipation grew. They expected a massive force to blow the huge doors off
the hinges at any moment, but instead they swung open smoothly and soundlessly,
though their hinges were intentionally designed to give a blood freezing
screech. An Indian woman in a low cut corset, tiny black skirt, and wicked
black spike platform boots stood in the doorway. The proud guards who had been
set on the door she had just opened so effortlessly knelt naked at her feet.
As the hellish council watched, a huge guardian automaton charged her. Without
looking or moving, she reached out faster than most of them could follow with
a tiny magical tendril, no more powerful that what a hedge could summon, and
slipped through the intense anti-magic shield of the automaton to pluck the
enchantment at its core. At first it looked like she hadn't done anything, but
then the assembled rulers of Hell watched as the control enchantment flipped
and inverted, swinging wildly until the control end was anchored firmly between
the intruder's flawless brown melons. A moment later the automaton halted it
charge and sank to the ground at her feet, bent in supplication just as the
guards were.

Priah smirked as she read the minds of the assembled demonic rulers. As always,
her presence was inspiring a complicated jumble of emotions: fear of how she had
so effortlessly broken into their sanctum and subjugated their servants, lust
for her overwhelming curves, jealousy from the ladies of Hell, and of course
love. "Wondering where Nine is?" she asked. "He's right here!" She turned to
present them with her bulging butt and gave it a smack that set it jiggling.
"There's not much of him left, but don't worry, you'll get a chance to get
a lot closer to see for yourselves soon."

Pulling her breasts up out of the top of her corset, she sighed and let down
her milk. It gushed out in twin geysers that split at a few subtle gestures
from Priah, arcing towards the mouths of the arch demons before her. They all
parted their lips to accept the thick streams of milk, none able to fight off
the submissiveness that Priah's perfect form demanded. Though she was filling
them with milk so fast that they sputtered and spilled it on themselves, Priah's
breasts remained as taught and full as ever, refilling far faster than the
overwhelmed demons could drink. After thirty seconds or so, all but Grath
were full to bursting. Grath was hunger personified, and sating him ought to
have been impossible, but when Priah focused the full output of both of her
milky tits at him it only took her a minute to make his stomach stretch out
with a painful fullness that he had never known before.

"Now, I'm going to let you cum, and when you do, every last scrap of divinity
is going to flow out of you and into me. Aren't you lucky that I've chosen
to take your power from you? Say, 'Thank you, Mistress Priah'."

"Thank you, Mistress Priah," the most feared beings in Hell echoed.

Priah released her grip on their orgasms and the assembled demon lords
immediately came, shooting rope after rope of cum arcing through the air
as their cocks spasmed hard enough to cut through their clothing or bucking
helplessly in their chairs. Their divine power flowed out and was immediately
sucked into Priah's heavy breasts. She let out a coo of pleasure as it
entered her. Everything about her was amplified. Her beauty, already far
beyond compare, exploded. Her limbs thrummed with new strength, though they
grew no larger. Her magical reserves grew unthinkably vast. Most of all
though, she could feel reality falling more and more under the dominion of
her massive bust. Every quake of her feminine flesh was capable of rewriting
history. Her thick nipples cut into the underlying nature of the universe
and gave the Indian witch unparalleled control. She could feel the defenses
of the last couple of things she had been unable to control before cumbling
before her new power. No longer would barriers erected before time hold her
back. No longer would she need to seduce a god to take his divinity.

When she finished consuming their power, Priah sucked the husks that used
to rule Hell into her bottomless cleavage. She pressed her hands to the
sides of her breasts and ground them back and forth, slowly working the
demons into her soft flesh, absorbing them with her perfect body.

Once finished with the rulers of Hell, Priah snapped her fingers, and the
thirteen thrones around the table morphed into one. She slipped her breasts
back into her corset and walked over to the single remaining throne, her
heels clicking authoritatively on the stone floor as she approached. As soon
as her ripe ass hit the seat, she could feel Hell acknowledge her as its
new Queen. With a contented sigh, she flexed her ass and the entire endless
dimension began to be drawn up into the base of her throne. Without even
relying on her magic or reality warping abilities, Priah drew Hell and the
power it represented into her ripe ass. Every time one of the denizens of Hell
was drawn to the base of her throne, whether a demon or one of the damned,
she stole its power for herself and wove its consciousness into a tiny gossamer
black strand. Though Hell was vast, it only took Priah a few moments to complete
her work. All that remained was the throne room she now occupied.

When she got up and strutted away from the throne, the black strands that she
had turned the denizens of Hell into had formed a lacy black G-string. With
a wave of her hand, Priah put in place powerful enchantments that would
transfer the power of any new souls sent to Hell to her ass and add their
minds to her panties.

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Sar, Prince of War, crashed though the gates of hell, or would have if they
were still standing. Where once the black gates had stood, unbroken through
all of time, there was now nothing. Not even the endless plain on which they
had stood remained, for all of hell had been gobbled up into the greedy ass
of its new Queen. Instead of being smashing through the gates, Sar found himself
wheeling in the space between worlds. It didn't take him long to recover though,
and he zeroed in on the tiny room that was all that remained of the once great
dimension of Hell. Sar was no friend of demons. He hated them with a passion, but
he had been preparing for the final battle against his hellish opponents for
millennia, and the fact that a mortal witch had usurped his destiny by vanquishing
Hell filled him with rage.

He would have liked to shatter the doors to Priah's throne room, but before he
could strike his first mighty blow, the massive doors swung open on silent hinges.
The inner sanctum of Hell had been totally transformed. Where once the very walls
had been filled with anguish, the room was now a tastefully and richly appointed
hall, filled with the incredibly alluring scent of its new owner.

Priah smirked as she felt Sar's eyes settle on her. She could read the rage in
his mind, but within moments of seeing her flawless face, the war god fell hopelessly
in love with her. His anger drained away completely before he had even taken the
first step into her chamber. He realized that whatever he had come here for, his whole
purpose in life was to make the woman before him happy.

"Hello Prince Sar, come to pay your respects to Hell's new monarch?" Priah asked.

"Y-yes-"

"Don't lie to me Sar. I know why you really came here." Priah cut him off. "You
came to protest the way I've consumed all of Hell, haven't you?"

"N-n-"

"I told you not to lie to me!" Priah's violet eyes flashed with power.

"S-sorry, Mistress. I-I-I-I came to protest, but I didn't realize that you're
so so so perfect."

Priah gave him a beautiful smile, "So you're perfectly content with the fact that
I sucked up all the denizens and victims of hell into my booty, vanquishing all of
demonkind with hardly any effort and leaving you without purpose?"

Sar didn't know what to say.

"I understand why that would be frustrating for you. After all, preparing to fight
Hell is, like, your whole identity. I'll tell you what, why don't I give you a new
purpose?" She rose to her feet on her spike boots and stalked towards the enthralled
war god. "What if your new purpose was making me even more powerful?" With every step
towards him she took, Sar shrank a little, until when she stopped in front of him
the once tall god's face was level with Priah's deep cleavage. She reached out and
shoved him to the ground before sliding her panties woven of the damned to the ground
and snapping her fingers to rip his impenetrable armor from his prone form with
overwhelming magic. Sar was harder than he had ever been as the human witch lowered
her massive ass onto him, sliding his godly cock into the slick folds of her vicelike
pussy.

"When you cum, you're going to become just one more little piece of this," she
said giving her ass a smack. Sar moaned and thrust up into her in a desperate
attempt to do just that, but Priah's grip on his ability to orgasm was unbreakable,
and she wasn't going to let him give himself to her that easily. She flexed the
thick muscles in her thighs, constricting Sar's bucking form and holding him
motionless within her dark flesh. She was only using a tiny fraction of her
strength, yet the war god was still painfully immobilized by the young witch.
She gracefully reached behind herself and undid the laces on her bustier,
letting the heavy garment spring off her her with the pent up force of her
compressed breasts. At the sight of her flawless brown breasts in all their
naked glory, Sar whimpered with desire. The mere sight of Priah's milk laden
boobs was breaking his mind.

Reading the anguish that her hypnotic tits caused from his mind, Priah grinned.
"You're, like, totally helpless," she giggled. She didn't need to spend any of
her reality altering milk to make her words reality. Leaning down, she let her
heavy bust engulf Sar's face. The mighty warrior struggled to breath as she raised
her hips and dropped them down with floor shaking force. Her hips pounded with
merciless power, and it wasn't long before she started to moan in pleasure. For
Sar, it was the best experience of his life, though he had to fight desperately
for every scrap of air and his body was bruised and battered.

Noticing that her toy was a little worse for the wear, Priah raised her torso
a bit so that she could slip one thick nipple into the beleaguered God's mouth.
With a contented sigh, she let down her milk. Her massive boob remained as
taught and full as ever, for Sar had no hope of making a dent in her endless
supply. "There's a good boy, drink up. You're Sar, Prince of War, just barely
strong enough to handle my lovin'", Priah crooned down at him. At her words,
Sar's limbs were filled with incredible power. He felt like he could take on
the whole host of heaven by himself. His confidence was pierced a moment later
when Priah took up her thrusting once more. He might be more powerful than ever
before, but that didn't mean the Indian woman on top of him wasn't utterly overwhelming.

Priah moaned in pleasure as she ravished the war god trapped between her powerful
thighs. She could feel his divine spark filling up his straining balls, eager to
gush out and fill her up with even more power. Her pussy gripped his thick shaft
hungrily. She had been cumming continuously for the last five minutes, but now
she could feel a new peak building. With a desperate gasp, she released her grip
on Sar's ability to orgasm and felt him burst within her. Her pleasure exploded
as his whole essence was rapidly wicked up into her womb. She kneaded her huge
breasts, tweaking her own nipples as the war god dwindled away. His large cock
and balls remained the same size as his body shrank, so when he was only a few
inches tall, she flipped over and spread her legs in the air, reaching down to
grab him and pump him in and out of her hot pussy like a living dildo. She
moaned and pawed at herself for a little longer before finally allowing Sar
to completely merge with her.

She lay there, basking in the afterglow for a few moments before stretching and
rising to her feet, "I think I'm going to enjoy meeting the rest of the gods."

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Lena sat silently while the other gods raged and quarreled about what to do
about the upstart witch who had taken over Hell. Though she was motionless,
she was filled with rage at the fact that the human woman had so effortlessly
dominated and consumed her long time lover. When Lena had watched through
Mirim's all seeing pool as Priah fucked Sar into submission, it had filled
her with a blinding jealousy and rage. Before today, Lena had never seen a
woman more lovely than herself, but watching the dark beauty dominate her
lover, the Goddess of Love had been forced to acknowledge that Priah had
her outclassed in every imaginable dimension. She wanted to rip Priah to
shreds. Of course, she also found herself sopping wet at the memory of
the smooth brown skin of Priah's heavy breasts jiggling and quaking while
the violet eyed witch rode Sar mercilessly. Lena could tell that all of
the small handful of gods who had come with Mirim to view their adversary
through the pool were similarly aroused by their memories of what they saw in
the pool.  She noticed that none of the others who had seen Priah in all her
flawless glory were talking either, and she wondered if that had something to do
with the overwhelming urge to submit to the voluptuous woman that she
felt despite her jealousy.

Sprawled out on the throne of Hell, Priah watched the gods desperately try
to come up with a way to escape through a divination spell she had casually
thrown up, effortlessly punching through their powerful wards and leaving
them none the wiser. After a while of watching and listening, she grew
bored of listening to their increasingly stupid ideas for stopping her.
"No ward or barrier can keep me out," she declared. To her surprise, she
found that her ripe breasts remained as taught with milk as ever. Apparently,
she was already so powerful that the wards and walls of the gods themselves
could do nothing to keep her out.

"Trying to think of what to do about me?" Priah said with a cheeky grin as
she popped into existence standing in the middle of the massive table around
which the gods were assembled. She wore nothing but the panties she had woven
from the souls of the damned and their demon tormentors and a pair of 8"
black platform spike shoes. At her appearance, the gods were struck silent,
totally enthralled by her body. "I'll tell you what, I have an idea for you.
Why don't you accept me as your rightful ruler? Say, 'I swear my life to you,
Queen Priah,' if you agree."

"I swear my life to you, Queen Priah," the assembled Gods and Goddesses chorused.

Priah chuckled and walked casually down the long table towards the head where
Rorin, King of the Gods, sat. Her heels clicking on the hard wood of the table
was the only sound as her audience was helpless to do anything but watch every
sway of her wide hips and jiggle of her heavy, naked breasts. When she stopped
in front of Rorin, she stuck on foot out and snapped her fingers. The King of
the Gods bent down and placed one trembling kiss on Priah's shiny black boot.
She giggled and gloated, "All I had to do is show up and you're eager to kiss
my boots. Weren't you talking about how you would put down the upstart mortal
witch just a few moments ago?" She raised the foot that Rorin was kissing and
shoved him hard back into his chair. "I'll take that," she said, grabbing his
crown, "it will make a perfect nose ring," she declared as the gem encrusted
circlet shrank while she raised it up and placed in in the side of her nose,
where it somehow made her face even more beautiful.

"Now that I'm the Queen of the Gods, I suppose merely mortal fabric is beneath
me," Priah declared. "Of course, I've already got one rather extraordinary
garment," she slipped a thumb under the gossamer strap of the g-string she had
woven from the denizens of Hell and pulled it away from her broad hip before letting
it snap back down into place. "But, I have to say the outfit is a little unbalanced.
The girls could use some love," she slid her hands up, fingers spread, to kneed her
heavy breasts. "I'll tell you what. Why don't you give me every last drop of your
divine essence and spend the rest of eternity wrapped around my big, sexy tits?
How does that sound?" She giggled. "Oh, you like that idea, huh?" she read their
desire in their minds. "Well, ok then!"

Priah's boobs began to glow as golden streamers were drawn from each of the
deities present. Their power flowed into her breasts and Priah moaned in pleasure
as she felt her beauty, strength, and magic expanding once again. It wasn't just
the gods. Just as there were minor demons in Hell, all manner of divine beasts,
angels and heros were pulled into the hall by the draw of Priah's domineering
bosom only to be stripped of their powers as her hungry boobs consumed their
bodies and their minds were woven into tiny black threads that were forming
around Priah's chest. Unlike Hell, which was one vast domain, most
of the Gods had their own personal dimensions, and these Priah drew to herself
as well. She shrank them down until they glowed like tiny jewels and used them
to replace the gemstones set in the constellation of piercings set in the firm
brown flesh of her tight tummy.

In moments it was over. Priah was the only divine being left in the universe,
and there was more divinity in her than had ever been gathered in once place
before. The bodies of the old gods stretched across her massive chest in
a low cut black lace bra. Her boobs brimmed with milk that could reshape
reality to her will, but Priah found she didn't want to. She was right where
she wanted to be. The sexy witch had quite thoroughly conquered reality.
