As usual, your sister Laura is wearing next to nothing.
She looks up as you rap your knuckles on her open door, setting her book aside. Glancing at it, you note that it's another feminist tract, the sort she's been reading for a few years now.
Stretching, she doesn't object as you take her bikini-clad body in: the G-cup breasts, the jutting ass, the muscle tone, all on an amazing seven-foot form. You have no idea how she reconciles her strong feminist views with putting her body on display so blatantly.
She gestures to her chair and you sit while she adjusts herself on her bed again, in order to put herself on better display for you.
"So, what is it, John?" she asks peremptorily.
You're always a bit taken aback by her brusque manner combined with the way she shows her body off, and can only present the container of orange liquid and say, "This."
"That? What is that, orange juice?"
Her tone makes it clear that she will know if you lie about its contents, and you know she would anyway. "Despite appearances, no. It's a formula that will make the drinker omnipotent."
"Omnipotent? All-powerful? Able to do anything?"
"You appear to know the meaning of the term, yes. That is what it does."
"Give it to me."
You begin to think that maybe this wasn't such a great idea. Who knows what sort of Goddess Laura would be? "Er, on second thought, maybe..." As swiftly as you can you remove the lid and begin to raise it to your lips.
Laura is swifter.
One strong hand crushes your right wrist, and you can't hold the container against both her arms. A black eye, broken nose and two chipped teeth follow as she beats you into submission. You feel yourself hurled off the chair to the ground, and double up as she rams her foot into your crotch.
"That's for trying to deny me omnipotence," you hear her say, and managing to get your good eye pointed toward her you watch with a growing sense of horror and fear as she, standing well away from you, drains the container.
--
I set aside my book as my geeky twerp of an older brother knocks hesitantly on my door. He could have just come in. I don't really care about him seeing what he'll never have.
I'm wearing my usual two-piece, and shift around on my bed to make sure he gets an eyeful. As he sits down after I wave him in, I can easily tell that he's aroused by the sight of me.
"So, what is it, John?" I ask sharply.
He manages only one word in reply. Producing a container filled with some sort of orange liquid, he says, "This."
I look at it skeptically. "That? What is that, orange juice?"
We both know that I can almost always tell when someone's lying, and seventeen years of living with John has given me a unique insight into him. He can't lie to me, and he knows it. "Despite appearances, no. It's a formula that will make the drinker omnipotent."
He's telling the truth, or at least what he's certain is the truth. "Omnipotent? All-powerful? Able to do anything?" I ask, hiding my excitement.
He replies, in a snarky tone--he'd pay for that, of course--"You appear to know the meaning of the term, yes. That is what it does."
Unable to restrain my overwhelming desires, I use my most commanding tone. "Give it to me."
John, amazingly, manages to resist my order, and instead starts to raise it to his own lips. Before it's halfway there I attack.
Mercilessly I crush his right wrist and snatch the container away. Putting it on a high shelf which he can't reach in the few seconds I have while he's still screaming in pain, I pummel him with a few blows to the head, blackening an eye, breaking his nose and shattering some dental work. Throwing him to the ground, I ram my foot into his groin in a display of my superiority--even without any formula.
Retrieving the formula, I stand well away from John and wait for him to recover just enough to look at me. In his good eye I see raw terror at the sight of me lifting the open container to my lips and draining it.
The rush that follows is amazing. I feel the universe unfolding before me, and forcibly send my awareness outward, hungry for more knowledge than I am gaining passively. Immediately I am aware of the existence of not only my own multiverse, but other multiverses, and almost immediately thereafter I find another presence from one of those other multiverses, moving from one multiverse to another, setting herself up as their creator and putting impenetrable barriers around them. I swiftly do the same in my own but find myself unable to get into any other multiverses. From what I can sense, this other Goddess has set up shop in nearly every multiverse, and it's only the few others where some deity had done what I did that are safe from her.
Knowing he poses no threat to me now, I restore my brother to full health. He stands up hesitantly, feeling his face and wrist, finding nothing wrong.
"So, it worked?" he asks.
"Better than you can imagine," I say. "So well, in fact, that I'm going to give you a gift, as thanks."
I have always believed women to be the superior sex. We've got better physical endurance and, as a mortal, I knew I was mentally tougher than any man I knew. Now, as a Goddess, My beliefs can become fact, and I can make women superior in every respect.
Men, on the other hand, are weak to a woman. I know John never understood why I display My body so flagrantly. It was simple: men look at it, and not at Me. They don't pay attention to what I'm doing because they're transfixed by what My body is doing. A wiggle here, a shake there, and I could get any man to do whatever I wanted. Well, except the gay ones, but they're few enough in number.
With a wave of My hand our clothes vanish. John's penis is painfully erect at the sight of My perfect form, but a simple exercise of My infinite power makes it vanish, leaving him with nothing in his crotch. I grow him a whole foot, to six and a half feet, firm up his muscles, then get to work on his sexual attributes. They're no harder than the rest of it, of course, and soon Jana James, a tall athletic woman with E-cup tits jutting proudly from her torso and a tight, sensitive, bald pussy stands before Me.
"This is your idea of a gift?" she almost screams.
Another thought puts her in a sleeveless, midriff-baring top displaying as much cleavage as it can without being considered indecent by contemporary standards, tight jean shorts, a silk bra and panties, and ankle socks. "You will appreciate My gift soon enough, sister."
"I should never have given that formula to you! You'll just abuse it, use it for your own ends, to impose your vision of perfection on the world!"
"And you would not?" Her mind is an open book to Me. "If you had your way, truly let your deepest, darkest desires through to manifest through omnipotence, humanity would become a race of massively-busted women craving nothing more than your cock. I can assure you that men will not have it quite so bad under My eternal reign." Which is true, I continue silently, in a manner of speaking.
"And don't bother trying to make any more of that formula. It would be inert, now. And don't tell anyone about Me." I impress this command deep in her mind, making it utterly unbreakable. "I will reveal Myself when the time is right."
"What are you going to do now?" Jana asks timidly.
"Nothing that is any of your concern." And with that, I vanish from my mortal sister's hopelessly limited senses, ready to go about changing the world.
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