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OJS/The universe is getting cramped

Ultra Bra — Sun, 19 Aug 2018 17:42:44 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'The universe has become full. Your juices have reached the far ends of the very space itself - the entirety of the allegedly infinite expanse. As you rub out one more to celebrat…'

The universe has become full. Your juices have reached the far ends of the very space itself - the entirety of the allegedly infinite expanse. As you rub out one more to celebrate the occasion, the Universe ruptures.

The laws of physics no longer abide - everything collapses into a lower state of energy, you along with it. Meh, who cares. You had a good run.

'''ENDING 5''' -Into Eternity-

[[Category: Omni Joint Story]] [[Category: Endings]]

OJS/You remember something of importance

Ultra Bra — Sun, 19 Aug 2018 17:42:38 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'As you diligently remain in a pleasurable stasis, the structureless wastes of cosmos appear to speak to you. Out from the eternal fabric of void a lonesome thought is cast out, a…'

As you diligently remain in a pleasurable stasis, the structureless wastes of cosmos appear to speak to you. Out from the eternal fabric of void a lonesome thought is cast out, and it crosses your mind.

You remember all those aeons ago, when this all began. All you had to do to achieve this eternal bliss was to wish for it. And the catalyst for the wish to work was your own orgasm. You wonder: Do the wishes stack?

In between two of your orgasms, you mumble out:

'''████████:''' "I want to be in control again."

The indomitable wall of constant jilling does not cease. However, you've now gained the willpower to overcome their physical aspect, and can act freely again.

'''████████:''' "Holy fuck that was good. An ongoing googol years of orgasms unwavering in their intensity!"

Since you're still having orgasms every second, the following action seems pointless. You decide to go forward with it for kicks.

'''████████:''' "I wish that the wishes *did* stack."

You now have a surplus of around 30 million googol wishes. There's something else to this, however.

These wishes are technically magical energy, temporarily granted to you by an otherworldly being of cosmic power. This being likes to watch women masturbate, and created this incentive of a single wish for an orgasm just for that purpose. This being had long since moved on and forgotten about you, or even your universe existing.

These over 30 googol wishes are just about precisely enough to siphon this otherworldly being of all of its magic, and transport it to you. You now hold tremendous power, enough to destroy or create entire universes with. And of course, any magic that you expend will instantly be returned to you.

All of this knowledge was passed onto you along with your powers.

'''████████:''' "Haha, neat! It's like I was playing a multidimensional long con without even knowing it. Sweet, alright, let's do things."

You:
* [[OJS/Destroy the remains of this universe]]
* [[OJS/Reverse time to get back to Earth]]

[[Category: Omni Joint Story]]

OJS/This feeling to never end

Ultra Bra — Sun, 19 Aug 2018 17:41:45 GMT

Ultra Bra: fixed some links

You don't want to stop orgasming. Ever! This is the best feeling there is, and you never want it to wane, and never want to get bored of it.

And so began your life of constant, unrelenting pleasure. You would no longer have to face the toils of mortals - you would be above such concerns. Food, water, air and stimulus would all succumb in the face of incessant orgasms.

At first, you were a curiosity. The Woman in Perpetual Orgasm, as the news would describe you. Showing neither shame nor need for sustenance, you were transported to a university of medical science for examination. Research turned up nil, and scientists were baffled at this unfathomable disregard for the laws of physics. You even appeared to constantly excrete vaginal fluids, but their source remained a mystery hidden away under your perfect, impenetrable skin.

New schools of both science and philosophy arose from your odd state of being. Those who approved of the reality of the situation ranged from people who worshipped you as a fertility Goddess, to those who wished to attach you to a dynamo for a perpetual motion machine.

Some came to the conclusion that the universe must hold some unexplained forces, totally unknown to current sciences. Some rejected your existence altogether. Some even correctly deducted that the breaking of Newton's laws meant that existence itself must either be a simulation or a work of fiction.

Millenia went by. The human civilization thrived, rose to the stars, and eventually succumbed to a select few outposts. You however, remain on Earth, still furiously masturbating and orgasming in as much ecstasy as ever, now floating in a lake of your own fluids, accumulated over thousands of years.

Five billion years later, the Sun is beginning to fail. The Earth's surface has long since been drowned under the ocean of your discharge, which appears to posses your impervious qualities, and does not congeal or evaporate. As you gaze upon the beauty of a Red Giant on the sky, you come for the 31,556,926 billionth time. It still feels as good as the first time.

After 10 billion years, the White Dwarf that is our Sun has finally dwindled into nothingness, and the planets in our Solar System are scattered into the all-encompassing void that is outer space. You remain, in perfect mental and physical health, still grinding away, still cumming around once a second. Earth as we know it no longer exists. Instead, you float on the surface of an entire planet of your own mucus.

Then for a long time, nothing of interest happened. But you didn't really notice, since time means nothing to an immortal like you.

A googol years has passed. This immeasurable amount of time might've reduced the universe to a heat death, but it has not put a dent to your urges. In fact, now if ever is the best time to wank - there's nobody and nothing to bother you!

And so you continue, on and on. After all notion of time has passed, after even the most formidable of supermassive black holes had evaporated into nothingness, you remain stoically in solitude, experiencing Earth-shattering orgasms at every flip of your wrist.

At one point however, something happens.

* [[OJS/The universe is getting cramped]]
* [[OJS/You remember something of importance]]

[[Category: Omni Joint Story]]

You remember something of importance

Ultra Bra — Sun, 19 Aug 2018 17:41:10 GMT

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You remember something of importance

Ultra Bra — Sun, 19 Aug 2018 17:38:55 GMT

As you diligently remain in a pleasurable stasis, the structureless wastes of cosmos appear to speak to you. Out from the eternal fabric of void a lonesome thought is cast out, and it crosses your mind.

You remember all those aeons ago, when this all began. All you had to do to achieve this eternal bliss was to wish for it. And the catalyst for the wish to work was your own orgasm. You wonder: Do the wishes stack?

In between two of your orgasms, you mumble out:

'''████████:''' "I want to be in control again."

The indomitable wall of constant jilling does not cease. However, you've now gained the willpower to overcome their physical aspect, and can act freely again.

'''████████:''' "Holy fuck that was good. An ongoing googol years of orgasms unwavering in their intensity!"

Since you're still having orgasms every second, the following action seems pointless. You decide to go forward with it for kicks.

'''████████:''' "I wish that the wishes *did* stack."

You now have a surplus of around 30 million googol wishes. There's something else to this, however.

These wishes are technically magical energy, temporarily granted to you by an otherworldly being of cosmic power. This being likes to watch women masturbate, and created this incentive of a single wish for an orgasm just for that purpose. This being had long since moved on and forgotten about you, or even your universe existing.

These over 30 googol wishes are just about precisely enough to siphon this otherworldly being of all of its magic, and transport it to you. You now hold tremendous power, enough to destroy or create entire universes with. And of course, any magic that you expend will instantly be returned to you.

All of this knowledge was passed onto you along with your powers.

'''████████:''' "Haha, neat! It's like I was playing a multidimensional long con without even knowing it. Sweet, alright, let's do things."

You:
* [[Destroy the remains of this universe]]
* [[Reverse time to get back to Earth]]

[[Category: Omni Joint Story]]

The universe is getting cramped

Ultra Bra — Sun, 19 Aug 2018 17:36:44 GMT

OJS/This feeling to never end

Ultra Bra — Sun, 19 Aug 2018 17:35:56 GMT

Ultra Bra:

You don't want to stop orgasming. Ever! This is the best feeling there is, and you never want it to wane, and never want to get bored of it.

And so began your life of constant, unrelenting pleasure. You would no longer have to face the toils of mortals - you would be above such concerns. Food, water, air and stimulus would all succumb in the face of incessant orgasms.

At first, you were a curiosity. The Woman in Perpetual Orgasm, as the news would describe you. Showing neither shame nor need for sustenance, you were transported to a university of medical science for examination. Research turned up nil, and scientists were baffled at this unfathomable disregard for the laws of physics. You even appeared to constantly excrete vaginal fluids, but their source remained a mystery hidden away under your perfect, impenetrable skin.

New schools of both science and philosophy arose from your odd state of being. Those who approved of the reality of the situation ranged from people who worshipped you as a fertility Goddess, to those who wished to attach you to a dynamo for a perpetual motion machine.

Some came to the conclusion that the universe must hold some unexplained forces, totally unknown to current sciences. Some rejected your existence altogether. Some even correctly deducted that the breaking of Newton's laws meant that existence itself must either be a simulation or a work of fiction.

Millenia went by. The human civilization thrived, rose to the stars, and eventually succumbed to a select few outposts. You however, remain on Earth, still furiously masturbating and orgasming in as much ecstasy as ever, now floating in a lake of your own fluids, accumulated over thousands of years.

Five billion years later, the Sun is beginning to fail. The Earth's surface has long since been drowned under the ocean of your discharge, which appears to posses your impervious qualities, and does not congeal or evaporate. As you gaze upon the beauty of a Red Giant on the sky, you come for the 31,556,926 billionth time. It still feels as good as the first time.

After 10 billion years, the White Dwarf that is our Sun has finally dwindled into nothingness, and the planets in our Solar System are scattered into the all-encompassing void that is outer space. You remain, in perfect mental and physical health, still grinding away, still cumming around once a second. Earth as we know it no longer exists. Instead, you float on the surface of an entire planet of your own mucus.

Then for a long time, nothing of interest happened. But you didn't really notice, since time means nothing to an immortal like you.

A googol years has passed. This immeasurable amount of time might've reduced the universe to a heat death, but it has not put a dent to your urges. In fact, now if ever is the best time to wank - there's nobody and nothing to bother you!

And so you continue, on and on. After all notion of time has passed, after even the most formidable of supermassive black holes had evaporated into nothingness, you remain stoically in solitude, experiencing Earth-shattering orgasms at every flip of your wrist.

At one point however, something happens.

* [[The universe is getting cramped]]
* [[You remember something of importance]]

[[Category: Omni Joint Story]]

OJS/Endings

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 18:02:58 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'This is a list of all endings currently added to the Omni Joint Story. To get back to the Main hub, follow this link: Omni Joint Story '''Endings:''' * '''ENDING 0''' -Vani…'

This is a list of all endings currently added to the Omni Joint Story. To get back to the Main hub, follow this link: [[Omni Joint Story]]

'''Endings:'''

* '''ENDING 0''' -Vanilla All the Way-
* '''ENDING 1''' -Super-Powered Queen-
* '''ENDING 2''' -Go Your Separate Ways-
* '''ENDING 3''' -Bonnie and Clyde-
* '''ENDING 4''' -Room for Improvement-
* '''ENDUNG 5''' -Into Eternity-
* '''ENDING 6''' -Too Good for Evil-
* '''ENDING 7''' -Sheep in a Wolf's Clothes-

[[Category: Omni Joint Story]]

OJS/This feeling to never end

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 17:47:43 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'You don't want to stop orgasming. Ever! This is the best feeling there is, and you never want it to wane, and never want to get bored of it. And so began your life of constant, …'

You don't want to stop orgasming. Ever! This is the best feeling there is, and you never want it to wane, and never want to get bored of it.

And so began your life of constant, unrelenting pleasure. You would no longer have to face the toils of mortals - you would be above such concerns. Food, water, air and stimulus would all succumb in the face of incessant orgasms.

At first, you were a curiosity. The Woman in Perpetual Orgasm, as the news would describe you. Showing neither shame nor need for sustenance, you were transported to a university of medical science for examination. Research turned up nil, and scientists were baffled at this unfathomable disregard for the laws of physics. You even appeared to constantly excrete vaginal fluids, but their source remained a mystery hidden away under your perfect, impenetrable skin.

New schools of both science and philosophy arose from your odd state of being. Those who approved of the reality of the situation ranged from people who worshipped you as a fertility Goddess, to those who wished to attach you to a dynamo for a perpetual motion machine.

Some came to the conclusion that the universe must hold some unexplained forces, totally unknown to current sciences. Some rejected your existence altogether. Some even correctly deducted that the breaking of Newton's laws meant that existence itself must either be a simulation or a work of fiction.

Millenia went by. The human civilization thrived, rose to the stars, and eventually succumbed to a select few outposts. You however, remain on Earth, still furiously masturbating and orgasming in as much ecstasy as ever, now floating in a lake of your own fluids, accumulated over thousands of years.

Five billion years later, the Sun is beginning to fail. The Earth's surface has long since been drowned under the ocean of your discharge, which appears to posses your impervious qualities, and does not congeal or evaporate. As you gaze upon the beauty of a Red Giant on the sky, you come for the 31,556,926 billionth time. It still feels as good as the first time.

After 10 billion years, the White Dwarf that is our Sun has finally dwindled into nothingness, and the planets in our Solar System are scattered into the all-encompassing void that is outer space. You remain, in perfect mental and physical health, still grinding away, still cumming around once a second. Earth as we know it no longer exists. Instead, you float on the surface of an entire planet of your own mucus.

Then for a long time, nothing of interest happened. But you didn't really notice, since time means nothing to an immortal like you.

A googol years has passed. This immeasurable amount of time might've reduced the universe to a heat death, but it has not put a dent to your urges. In fact, now if ever is the best time to wank - there's nobody and nothing to bother you!

And so you continue, on and on. After all notion of time has passed, after even the most formidable of supermassive black holes had evaporated into nothingness, you remain stoically in solitude, experiencing Earth-shattering orgasms at every flip of your wrist.

At one point however, something happens. The universe has become full. Your juices have reached the far ends of the very space itself - the entirety of the allegedly infinite expanse. As you rub out one more to celebrate the occasion, the Universe ruptures.

The laws of physics no longer abide - everything collapses into a lower state of energy, you along with it. Meh, who cares. You had a good run.

'''ENDING 5''' -Into Eternity-

OJS/Super speed powers

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 17:44:19 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'Yeah. YEAH! That's what you need. You wanna be able to switch between your two teats so fast that you ''yourself'' can't tell the difference! On that thought, you orgasm. Hard. A…'

Yeah. YEAH! That's what you need. You wanna be able to switch between your two teats so fast that you ''yourself'' can't tell the difference! On that thought, you orgasm. Hard. All that awesome pressure inside of you spills out over to the rest of your body.

An invisible light levitates around you, carrying your supremely superfluous body with it, until exploding like a tiny supernova. You are left with a numbing, buzzy feeling in all limbs and digits. This soon refines itself into a strangely inviting state of being.

You open your eyes. The world around you looks sort of dreamy, and moving your arm makes it look like it leaves an after-image.

'''████████:''' "This is trippy as fuck. What happened, am I dying? Did I faint or something? I feel pretty great, though."

You remember having wished that you could be ridiculously fast. Like superhuman-to-the-second-power type of fast. And you ''did'' just mysteriously float in air having orgasmed. Maybe that had something to do with your apparent transformation into a living wet dream earlier? Perhaps you came in your dreams and wished to be hot, and your wish was granted? And perhaps you'll get a new wish with each orgasm?

'''████████:''' "If I'm right about this, holy shit. Gotta test this out."

You try getting back up to your feet. With your athletic and nimble new bod, this is hardly a task worth mentioning. Facing the mirror, you conduct as test.

You try sidestepping as fast as you can. Incredibly, this appears to happen instantly, or at least way faster than your eyes can perceive.

'''████████:''' "I think we have super speed on our hands..."

Next, you see just how literal you were being. With a motion that would probably only amount to amusing flapping if done by a human, you manage to seemingly carve out four extraneous arms at will, all capable of independent complex movement.

From the mirror, you can hardly even see that this is indeed a single arm being moved around fast enough to be perceived as four. You have no idea how your brain is managing the switches so accurately - it just seems to work by will.

In a fit of joyous laughter at the absurdity of how easy this is, you also summon four arms on your right side.

'''████████:''' "Haha! Look at me, I'm Shiva!"

You stop momentarily, confirming that you indeed still only have two arms. Despite the astronomical speed with which they operated, you feel neither strain nor discomfort of any kind. Looking at your sleek, toned hands you can't see any difference. But it's there: you are superhuman.

'''████████:''' "...Let's see how it feels to polish a pearl with these."

You start out at a normal, human pace, gently rubbing the clitoris up and down. Steadily, you increase the speed, soon surpassing the limits of human capability. Your hand feels like a soft vibrator already, with no sign of any approaching limit. Only a few seconds afterwards you unwillingly pass over to the state in which you have control over two different arms. These two arms appear to move at the regular, humane speed. But eventually both of them begin to speed up as well.

You realize that your superhuman speed will allow you to technically have multiple limbs moving at normal speed. But what's your upper limit? Time for science, you guess.

Those four arms from earlier were easy to reach. This time, you decide to expend three of those arms for masturbatory activities: namely your clitoris and two teats. You're so close to cumming that you don't think you can handle much longer. You decide to funnel all the remaining speed you can muster into the remaining free arm, to disengage the 'vibrator mode' from your other arms.

Lo and behold: your remaining arm splits into at least twenty copies of itself. You stare wide-eyed at this shameless amount of sheer power that you posses. In this awe-inspired shock, you completely halt your first three arms. Suddenly the excessive amount of stimulus catches up to you.

You come. A feeling not unlike a lightning strike combined with large rocks grinding away at your insides. This phenomenal feeling lingers on and on, allowing you to ride a wave of pleasure into a new orgasm again and again.

'''████████:''' "Euuu-UUUU-uugh! Ha- ha- HA! AAAH!"

At that moment, you remember that you wanted to make a wish. You aren't going to waste this one. You wish for:

* [[OJS/This feeling to never end]]
* [[OJS/Total, absolute, unconditional omnipotency!]]

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OJS/Succumb to sexual urges and masturbate

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 17:40:09 GMT

Ultra Bra: Fixed links

The best idea you've had all week. You jam a needy hand down your pants to rub one out. The feeling is significantly more intense than normally.

'''████████:''' "Uh GAWD! Feels like jamming a vibrator down there! Oh I am just ''loving'' this!"

Your thirst grows with every vibrating pulse, and along with it you can feel a pressure intensifying inside of you. No helping it, you simply ''must'' knead both these humps of fresh, soft flesh. But you've only got two hands. What can you do?

You call onto that pressure welling up, and manifest yourself:

* [[OJS/A third arm]]
* [[OJS/Super speed powers]]

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OJS/Succumb to sexual urges and masturbate

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 17:39:26 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'The best idea you've had all week. You jam a needy hand down your pants to rub one out. The feeling is significantly more intense than normally. '''████████:''' …'

The best idea you've had all week. You jam a needy hand down your pants to rub one out. The feeling is significantly more intense than normally.

'''████████:''' "Uh GAWD! Feels like jamming a vibrator down there! Oh I am just ''loving'' this!"

Your thirst grows with every vibrating pulse, and along with it you can feel a pressure intensifying inside of you. No helping it, you simply ''must'' knead both these humps of fresh, soft flesh. But you've only got two hands. What can you do?

You call onto that pressure welling up, and manifest yourself:

* [[A third arm]]
* [[Super speed powers]]

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OJS/Doesn't want to run away

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 17:36:24 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with ''''Super Guy:''' "No way! This is all on you - you cajoled me into sex. I'll take a warm bed and acceptance from society over being a recluse any day. '''███████…'

'''Super Guy:''' "No way! This is all on you - you cajoled me into sex. I'll take a warm bed and acceptance from society over being a recluse any day.

'''████████:''' "Phew. What a phleb. Wouldn't wanna run away with ''you'' anyways. Soosh now!"

You literally kick Super Guy to the curb. Both of you go your own way, moderately distraught.

'''ENDING 2''' -Go Your Separate Ways-

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OJS/Agrees to run away

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 17:23:45 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with ''''Super Guy:''' "Holy heck, yes! This society's a drab anyways, let's ditch the joint. '''████████:''' "Damn straight! C'mon, we've got a world just ''asking'' …'

'''Super Guy:''' "Holy heck, yes! This society's a drab anyways, let's ditch the joint.

'''████████:''' "Damn straight! C'mon, we've got a world just ''asking'' to be enslaved."

'''Super Guy:''' "Hold the phone now! I don't really see myself as the ''Evulz'' type of person. Can't we just sort of chill?"

'''████████:''' "We can talk about it later. Right now, I think this city's getting a bit small for us."

'''Super Guy:''' "Gotcha. Let's go, then, ████████."

'''ENDING 3''' -Bonnie and Clyde-

[[Category: Omni Joint Story]] [[Category: Endings]]

OJS/Surrender to Super Guy

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 17:21:45 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with ''''████████:''' "Hmm... I hear there are only two ways to truly get rid of your enemies. Either you destroy their will to fight, or make them your allies. I don't…'

'''████████:''' "Hmm... I hear there are only two ways to truly get rid of your enemies. Either you destroy their will to fight, or make them your allies. I don't even know your motives, so the former is out of the question."

'''Super Guy:''' "So you'll end this path of carnage? Just like that?"

'''████████:''' "Not so fast, boy-o. If you're gonna be throwing around ultimatums like that, you need to meet me midway."

'''Super Guy:''' "Uhh..."

'''████████:''' "You want me to stop? Fine by me, but you'll have to do something first: Frick me."

Super Guy woke up today with a spectacular new body complete with a grand slam of superpowers, and now he'll be gettin' with a girl who apparently had a similar morning? How lucky can you get?

'''Super Guy:''' "Hell yes! Alright, you can release me. We both know that I can't stop you anyways."

You loosen your grip, only now noticing how Super Guy seemed to have an impressive hard-on going on from all that strangling. Unlike yourself, he wasn't nude, though seemingly wearing spandex of some sort. Only moments after being released, he flexes his hands, legs and chest, turning those tight togs to tatters.

You honestly have no idea how you missed his enormous, elephantine schlong jutting almost halfway up his chest. Best kind of surprise, you guess? Looks diamond-hard, but you guess you could settle for something so soft.

'''████████:''' "O-ho-hoo! Now this I gotta try..."

'''Super Guy:''' "Go on ahead."

You kneel before Super Guy, running a single finger along the entire length. With a little squeeze, you confirm to your delight that he seems much, much harder than diamonds. And when you see a squirt of his semen seemingly eject itself into the stratosphere, you know you've chosen the perfect partner for yourself.

'''████████:''' "Alright, super sex, yes please!"

You practically interlock. You latching on with all of your strength and Super Guy grinding with all of his super speed, the two of you let nothing get in the way of this unlikely score on a first date.

After only ten minutes or so, both of you are exhausted and laying at the bottom of a thirty-foot gorge carved out by the unstoppable combination of your powers. No sign of the tanks or the bank building can be seen, and many of the surrounding skyscrapers have been badly damaged.

Super Guy's fervorous heat dies down, and he turns to you, looking worried.

'''Super Guy:''' "Br-... I mean, uh, Super Girl? Did we sort of... lose control?"

'''████████:''' "And how! That was so awesome..."

'''Super Guy:''' "What's so awesome about it? The place was evacuated long ago, but this must be billions in collateral! We'll be held responsible for this!"

'''████████:''' "Mm-hm. Unless."

'''Super Guy:''' "Unless ''what''?"

'''████████:''' "Unless you run away with me! Take me as your super girlfriend, fuck me every day. We'll do whatever and nobody can stop us."

Super Guy:
* [[OJS/Agrees to run away]]
* [[OJS/Doesn't want to run away]]

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OJS/Make Super Guy pay

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 17:17:32 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with ''''████████:''' "Is that so? Walk with me, then. Or get dragged along - suits me either way." You pull Super Guy along, still floating in mid-air, as you parade …'

'''████████:''' "Is that so? Walk with me, then. Or get dragged along - suits me either way."

You pull Super Guy along, still floating in mid-air, as you parade across the empty city.

'''████████:''' "See, I've developed a taste for supervillainry. I love using my strength, it's..."

You take a deep breath through your teeth, and flex your other arm into a small but ultra-hard, ultra-defined, immovable bicep. Your stretching skin is almost audible as a leathery creak."

'''████████:''' "...Invigorating."

'''Super Guy:''' "A-ha."

'''████████:''' "But I'm not exactly a sadist. Humans are far too flimsy and fragile to test my powers against. I need buildings - tanks, bank vaults, battle ships! Or maybe even other Superhuman beings."

'''Super Guy:''' "What are you suggesting?"

'''████████:''' "I impose that you stay the fuck away from my presence, unless I specifically ask for a living punching bag to sate my need for destruction. Otherwise I might become... antsy."

'''Super Guy:''' "And start a massacre?"

'''████████:''' "Well, depends on how often and how many times you decide to bother me. At first it'll be small things, like leveling post offices and fire stations. After a while? I might not shy away from an orphanage or a hospital. And not just the evacuated types, either."

You pull Super Guy up close to your face, noses touching.

'''████████:''' "''Are we clear?''"

Super guy nods with an expression of tactful approval.

'''Super Guy:''' "Alright. Just so you know, I was sent here by the military. What do I tell my superiors?"

'''████████:''' "Tell them what I told you, and add that I want an allowance of tanks. Amount is open for negotiation."

'''Super Guy:''' "Ho boy, they're not gonna be thrilled... Welp, at least I don't personally have to worry about it."

You let go of Super Guy, and he flies himself up and backwards several feet in a sudden jerking motion.

'''Super Guy:''' "So uh, how do I contact you?"

'''████████:''' "I'll be contacting ''you''."

'''Super Guy:''' "...Will be looking forward to that."

Super Guy departs to the skies at bullet-speeds, leaving you standing on an empty street. This'll be an excellent start to your strive to push your strength further. Who knows? Maybe some day you'll gain more powers and outdo Super Guy in every prospect.

'''ENDING 4''' -Room for Improvement-

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OJS/A super hero

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 17:14:38 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'There's somebody flying clear above the street level. At first you thought it was a drone, but upon closer inspection it's some guy. A pretty hunky ''super'' guy, you'd say. Flax…'

There's somebody flying clear above the street level. At first you thought it was a drone, but upon closer inspection it's some guy. A pretty hunky ''super'' guy, you'd say. Flaxen hair, tall, handsome, absolutely ''shredded''.

'''Super Guy:''' "I've come to put a stop to your rampage, Brickette!"

Not exactly a Prince Charming though, is he?

'''████████:''' "'Brickette?' ''Brickette!?'' My name is ████████, and I have a good mind to end you right there just for that. Which paper thought that up? I'm going to give their facilities a makeover."

'''Super Guy:''' "Phew, as if! I'm not made of weaksauce, you know. Do you even know how to ''fly?''"

You in fact don't. Where did this guy just spring up from, anyway? Well now that you mention it, you ''did'' gain these powers completely incidentally just this morning. Did you miss some memo? Is this Give-Rando-Assholes-Superpowers-Day?

'''Super Guy:''' "Let's see you shrug off ''this!''"

The Super Guy flies closer with a drawn-back fist, ready to strike. He appears to be loads faster than you as well. Gawd, why did ''this'' jackass have to get more powers than you? In a fear response, you lift your own hand up to block the strike. Surprisingly, it works. The BOOM from his fist echoes all around the towering buildings, shattering all window panes in a sixty foot radius. But it's hardly a slap to you.

'''Super Guy:''' "Huh?"

'''████████:''' "Oh, is that all you got?"

You clench your hand around his fist in recourse. Super Guy also being near-invulnerable, he doesn't feel pain from your tank-decimating grip, but he can't escape your grasp either.

'''Super Guy:''' "Hnng! Let go, dammit! I'm strong enough to fold an I-beam!"

'''████████:''' "Is that all? You do realize that before I got here, there were ''four'' tanks?"

Super Guy looks around himself nervously. He guesses that the busted sidewalk should've been a dead giveaway. Plus the news report said that the place was "surrounded by tanks", but the news have exaggerated things before...

Super Guy struggles against your strength in vain.

'''████████:''' "'Not made of weaksauce', was it?"

'''Super Guy:''' "Eep."

You adjust your grip to grab his neck with your other arm, and commence the pummeling. Super Guy's punch cracked windows, yours form cracks in nearby concrete. However, he seems totally impervious to damage and pain, only grunting in slight discomfort. Hitting harder doesn't seem to do anything either.

'''████████:''' "Grrh... I gotta admit, you're definitely ''not'' made of weaksauce."

'''Super Guy:''' "See? There's nothing you can do to get rid of me. You'll either surrender or have to deal with me constantly."

You decide to:
* [[OJS/Surrender to Super Guy]]
* [[OJS/Make Super Guy pay]]

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OJS/A civilian

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:52:29 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'As you focus your gaze onto an otherwise empty street, you see a lone figure quickly cowering their head behind a wall nearby. '''████████:''' "Yo, no need to fe…'

As you focus your gaze onto an otherwise empty street, you see a lone figure quickly cowering their head behind a wall nearby.

'''████████:''' "Yo, no need to fear me, I'm not the sadistic type of supervillain! Come over here."

The person is not convinced. Figures. You take a closer look, and see that whoever it is, they seem to have their phone out.

'''████████:''' "Hey are you ''filming'' me? Holy shit yes, I need an audience! Get over here before I change my stance on sadism!"

The young man steps out into full view, and he seems to be some sort of a reporter. Perfect.

'''████████:''' "Well, what are you waiting for? Want me to give you a lift? Toes on this line, stat!"

You draw a line onto the concrete with your bare toes. The reporter approaches cautiously, and finally places his feet onto the line as instructed. His eyes try to avert the allure of your nude body, and he sweats profusely.

'''████████:''' "What newspaper are you for?"

'''Reporter:''' "The... The Evening City. Uh, ma'am."

'''████████:''' "Cool cool, so not exactly a small print is it? Watcha got so far there on your phone? Did you record me flattening that tank?"

'''Reporter:''' "Uhh... Yeah."

'''████████:''' "Lemme see that."

'''Reporter:''' "O-okay but don't break it please."

You swipe the phone from his hand. Strangely, you have no trouble whatsoever in handling it cautiously. Perhaps your super strength is only apparent when in use?

'''████████:''' "Ho whoah, this is some nice footage! The phone camera gives it that 'Early 2000's internet' vibe. And gawd do I look hot."

You give the phone back and pat the reporter on the shoulder approvingly.

'''████████:''' "Nice job there. I appoint you as my personal photographer."

The reporter is understandably flustered. At first, he doesn't answer at all - just sort of visualizes the aspects of the job in his head.

'''Reporter:''' "...Me?"

'''████████:''' "Yea! See I had this big plan of ruling the world and living in luxury now that I'm superhuman. Your job will be to capture the innermost aspects of my goddessship on film. The most elaborate and expensive of equipment will be at your disposal, as well as an entire film crew. Whadya say?"

'''Reporter:''' "Geez... I-I don't think I can refuse, can I now?"

'''████████:''' "You can refuse if you like, and I'll find someone more competent to fill your place. The question is, do you ''want'' this?"

'''Reporter:''' "Oh absolutely, ma'am! Consider me at your service."

'''████████:''' "Wonderful. But please don't call me 'ma'am'. From now on, I wish to only be adressed either as 'Queen ████████', 'Your Highness' or 'Your Majesty'. Understood?"

'''Reporter:''' "Of course, your Highness!"

'''████████:''' "Good. We'll visit The Evening City headquarters now to give your resignation and gather your things. You may also appoint any of your previous co-workers into your film crew."

'''Reporter:''' "Wonderful, your Highness."

'''Reporter:''' "Let's depart, we have a court to appoint."

'''ENDING 1''' -Super-Powered Queen-

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OJS/Rob a bank

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:47:45 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with ''''████████:''' "I could totally rob a bank with these powers! Might as well give it a try. Who's gonna stop me, the police?" You flick the tiny piece of super-c…'

'''████████:''' "I could totally rob a bank with these powers! Might as well give it a try. Who's gonna stop me, the police?"

You flick the tiny piece of super-condensed metal with your fingers, launching the full weight of a car into orbit.

'''████████:''' "...Doubt it."

A few minutes away with your enhanced running speed is situated the central bank. This dull and stuffy building would be getting some excitement today! You waltz straight in stark naked, through the middle strut which holds together two sets of sliding glass doors. Cacophony ensues as stone and glass are forced aside by your impressive stature. Immediately an alarm goes off, and three guards stationed inside draw their weapons.

'''Guard 1:''' "Freeze!"

All the guards focus their weapons to you. Since you are unfazed by these stern warning, the guards must constantly re-adjust their aim to account for your movement. Three seconds is enough: everyone present can see that you have no intention of stopping or slowing down.

'''Guard 1:''' "Open fire!"

You recall that you didn't ''specifically'' test your invulnerability with projectiles, but you did survive a house falling onto you without a scratch. And as it happens, the volley of bullets striking you are nothing more than a noisy nuisance.

Seeing bullets ricochet off your bare skin causes the guards to back down. Two others run away having expended their bullets, while the third one screams for backup into their radio.

You reach the front desk. The receptionist lady, having witnessed first hand your unstoppable nature, has absconded. Not missing a single beat of your stride, you smash through the hardwood and bullet-proof glass with beaming confidence. Right afterwards comes a solid brick wall with some kind of a maintenance shaft behind it. After busting through another, similarly thick brick wall, you find yourself at a steel staircase leading downwards.

Not bothering with the method of vertical descent set before you, you instead violently stomp on the floor until it collapses down. At the very least this will hinder anyone trying to come after you. Now you come to a sealed solid steel door, possibly a security door shut in case of a break-in. Never fret - to a superwoman such obstacles are mere playthings!

You walk up close, inspecting the door ahead of you with a devious smirk.

'''████████:''' "Hmm... Nah, I think I'll spare my efforts for the main event."

You bend down and poke your hands clear through the five-inch thick metal base of the door, then proceed to gently and slowly rise up to fold the entire door on itself, as if opening a garage. Finally, you are face to face with a massive, hulking circular door with that iconic, almost stereotypical valve smack dab in the middle of it. You strut forwards like a model on a catwalk. At first, things seem simple enough: you want to get inside. But really, what's the point of breaking into a bank with superpowers if you're not doing it in ''style?'' You want investigators to come over and take one look at this awful scene and think: "WHO OR WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK COULD'VE DONE THIS!?"

Peeling this door open like a banana simply wouldn't ''do''. No no, this calls for creativity. Thinking outside the box! Or, more like inside.

The vault air is dry and dust-free. The two feet thick armoured airtight walls could almost make you think that nothing at all was going on outside. The darkness and silence are broken in a single moment however, when you send the door flying inwards with a single shove. The indented piece of metal imbeds itself deep on the other side of the massive vault, crumpled up like a candy wrapper.

''████████:'' "Now to get to the real event."

The vault is absolutely stacked with gold. Just pallets upon pallets of solid gold bars in perfect rows. You effortlessly pick up three heavy-duty pallets up with one hand, weighting over twelve tons. Also grabbing the discarded door in your other hand, you haul the entire load back outside the vault.

You begin to mend the gold bars together. Soft on their own already, the 24-carat gold feels like nothing more than air to you. Next up is the steel door. With bare hands and effortless ease, the rigid steel is quickly and masterfully transformed into a hollow statue of yourself, only about twice as tall. You fill the statue up with gold flakes by grinding down two of the three gold pallets by rubbing them against your washboard stomach.

'''████████:''' "Appropriate enough that I have ''sculpted'' abs!"

The last pallet of gold is spent on the outside of the statue. You fashion most of your skin out of gold. For your nipples and cameltoe, you gonk two large diamonds from a safe locker, and crack one of them in half to use as nipples.

Not quite satisfied with this work of art yet, you go grab a few more pallets of gold. Then you carve out large wavy crevasses on the concrete floor and fill them out with gold as well, leaving behind a sort of tacky but cool-looking style. Finally, you sign this artwork by writing in cursive on the floor with a single finger.

'''████████:''' "Haha! I'd like to see their faces..."

You take a gander over to the vault, now four pallets of gold emptier, but still bursting with valuables. For a moment you consider stealing some more, but to what end?

'''████████:''' "Phew, what would I do with ''gold?'' I can get whatever I want, and nobody can stop me!"

With that, you leave your precious artwork behind and saunter out of the building. Outside you see that the bank has been surrounded with tanks.

'''████████:''' "Oh goodie, more toys!"

''Chief of Police:'' "Fire!"

The armored vehicles all fired in rapid succession, leaving the sidewalk and the bank's facade a smouldering heap. As dust settles, a single voluptuous figure can still be seen sporting a wicked grin.

'''████████:''' "So, don't want to play nice, is that it?"

'''Chief of Police:''' "(Crap. Should've seen this coming...) RETREAT!"

Panic ensues as the dozens of police officers and army personnel scramble to evacuate. You pay no mind. Instead you grip your chin gently while pondering as to which tank to cube-ify first. Or maybe you'll do a dodecahedron for change? My, the possibilities are endless!

As the sudden relocation has left a distinct lawlessness present, you see no harm in engaging what some might consider destruction of government property. Eeny meeny miney mo: You pick the rightmost tank.

A bit of foreplay to set the mood. Heading for the rear of the massive 70-ton vehicle, you have no trouble whatsoever in lifting the back end up singlehandedly. A few steps forwards and another hand, and viola: the whole tank is in your arms exactly as easily. Gripping tightly and separating your arms, you rip the entire tank in half with a mighty grunt. Before discarding the now-defunct scrap metal, you tie the tank's barrel into a knot just for fun.

Now that that's done, you're free to smash the seventy tons of junk into a bowling ball-sized greenish object, which you allow to drop and lodge itself into the pavement below.

Moving over to the next tank in line. This one will have the fate of being flattened half an inch thick. Of course, you make sure to first bend the barrel into a bonny little bowtie. The mighty machine offers no resistance as your steamroll hands crush it into tin foil.

Before advancing, you wish to be a bit cheeky and see how many times you can fold the remains in half. They say you can't fold a piece of paper more than 7 times, but how's about a tank? Might as well try. Inhuman metallic screeches fill the deserted street as two unforgiving hands force it into taking shape. The first five folds are effortless, and the two leading up to seven are easy. But now you're faced with a five-foot pillar of super-compressed steel, taller than wide.

'''████████:''' "Hm. Is it cheating if I compress it further? Probably, but who's gonna stop me? The army?"

A single light press of your fingers reduces the super-dense steel even further.

'''████████:''' "...Doubt it."

You bring the deformed clump up to your daunting face. Unimpressed by its flaccidity, you crush the remains completely flat, almost exactly to the dimensions of an A4. This laughable item you fold another seven times, to a total of 14 folds.

'''████████:''' "Ha ha ha... I'm just ridiculously strong. Hey, who are you?"

You see:
* [[OJS/A civilian]]
* [[OJS/A super hero]]

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OJS/Be a Bad Girl

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:37:28 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'But... but you're not a bad girl! You're a meek, friendly girl-next-door-type! You cry at children's movies and your ovaries practically explode every time you see a puppy. Just …'

But... but you're not a bad girl! You're a meek, friendly girl-next-door-type! You cry at children's movies and your ovaries practically explode every time you see a puppy. Just having awesome powers doesn't instantly mean you can harness some unperturbed angst you've accumulated.

Gosh, this all feels like such a chore. Where do you even begin with being bad? Steal candy from a baby?

Well, it's worth a try. You scout out half a city with a single gaze, spotting a toddler in a stroller in the central park, holding a lollipop. Within a blink of an eye, your super speed has relinquished the delicacy from her feeble fingers. Too easy.

But then, the baby starts crying. She has yet to develop a theory of mind, and does not understand that someone else has taken her candy. Instead, she projects this failure upon herself alone. Your impeccable super hearing catches wind of this desolate wailing. It tugs at your heartstrings and gnaws at your conscience.

'''████████:''' "Oh... Oh no! What have I done, this is horrible! This is really cramping my Bad Girl image but... I have to make amends."

You swoop around the city, collecting loose change from the streets. Dropping the coins and bills on the counter of a confection stand, you feel comfortable in taking a selection of candy and delivering all of it to the crying baby.

The mother, confusedly searching for the lollipop which she believes to have dropped on the ground, sees the large heap of candy now having appeared on the stroller and manages to comfort her child with the allure of more sugar. The crying stifles to a sniffle, and soon to a content babble. All is well.

'''████████:''' "Wow, I am ''not'' cut out for evil."

When you listen closely, you can hear crying from all over the city. Cries of fear, anger, sadness, loneliness, hopelessness. You can't help but feel a little overwhelmed by this. But - you have the power. You ''can'' help everyone. Stopping criminals will be easy, preventing robberies will be a cakewalk. Learning how to console a sordid soul will be a different task altogether.

Make no mistake: By your impact this city will be a better place.

'''ENDING 6''' -Too Good for Evil-

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OJS/Be a Hero

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:34:39 GMT

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Yes! It would be a travesty to use Super Girl's powers to anything but righteousness and valor. You will be the incorruptible force of destiny that binds together the people of this city.

A question presents itself, however. How on Earth will you be able to herd the people of this city? A city full of criminal scum, mobs, gangs, crooked cops, along with the homeless, the depressed and the criminally insane? The task seems daunting, to say the least.

'''████████:''' "Say... what a better way to motivate and unite people, than to drive them against a common foe?"

You raise a single fist against your chest. It would be laughably easy to contort this city to your whims. Nobody could stop you, and it would create despair and hopelessness. You don't want that.

Instead, you must fabricate yourself an identity. A facade under which you commit heinous crimes. Slowly but surely, you will conquer all of Earth under your adamantium fist. Feigning ignorance while giving false hope that there might be a way to stop you. Watch people trying to find your Kryptonite.

And when the people of Earth finally think they've figured it out, and plot a coup to test their Kryptonite on you... you pretend that it works. You pretend to be hurt, that your powers are failing. You leave Earth, vowing return and revenge.

That is when you've achieved your goal. The hopeless will find solace in relief. The disturbed will find solace in returned order. The numb will find solace in pain. All planned ahead by yours truly.

There are people who believe that the world itself is evil, or that evil is simply in the human nature. That is how they justify their own immoral deeds. These are the kind of people who you will target on this crusade for a more just world.

Get ready, world. You are going to town on this town.

'''ENDING 7''' -Sheep in a Wolf's Clothes-

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OJS/Be a Hero

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:34:10 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'Yes! It would be a travesty to use Super Girl's powers to anything but righteousness and valor. You will be the incorruptible force of destiny that binds together the people of t…'

Yes! It would be a travesty to use Super Girl's powers to anything but righteousness and valor. You will be the incorruptible force of destiny that binds together the people of this city.

A question presents itself, however. How on Earth will you be able to herd the people of this city? A city full of criminal scum, mobs, gangs, crooked cops, along with the homeless, the depressed and the criminally insane? The task seems daunting, to say the least.

'''████████:''' "Say... what a better way to motivate and unite people, than to drive them against a common foe?"

You raise a single fist against your chest. It would be laughably easy to contort this city to your whims. Nobody could stop you, and it would create despair and hopelessness. You don't want that.

Instead, you must fabricate yourself an identity. A facade under which you commit heinous crimes. Slowly but surely, you will conquer all of Earth under your adamantium fist. Feigning ignorance while giving false hope that there might be a way to stop you. Watch people trying to find your Kryptonite.

And when the people of Earth finally think they've figured it out, and plot a coup to test their Kryptonite on you... you pretend that it works. You pretend to be hurt, that your powers are failing. You leave Earth, vowing return and revenge.

That is when you've achieved your goal. The hopeless will find solace in relief. The disturbed will find solace in returned order. The numb will find solace in pain. All planned ahead by yours truly.

There are people who believe that the world itself is evil, or that evil is simply in the human nature. That is how they justify their own immoral deeds. These are the kind of people who you will target on this crusade for a more just world.

Get ready, world. You are going to town on this town.

''ENDING 7'' -Sheep in a Wolf's Clothes-

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OJS/Try to fly

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:29:03 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'You give your heels a little hop, and ''really'' hope that gravity doesn't cockblock you to Asswipe Land and back. After two seconds suspended in mid-air, you deduce that ''gravi…'

You give your heels a little hop, and ''really'' hope that gravity doesn't cockblock you to Asswipe Land and back. After two seconds suspended in mid-air, you deduce that ''gravity'' ain't got shit on you.

'''████████:''' Hahahaa, wicked! I'm a bona fide Kryptonian. Ooh ooh, but do I have the whole package?"

Clenching your fists and drawing from your ''simmering inner fire'', you blast out a furious inferno of lasers, which obliterate the remains of your house into a massive fiery gorge which slants downwards all the way to the Earth's mantle. This you can clearly see with your ''telescopically powerful vision''.

By channeling your ''frigid inner cold'', you blow a small gust of wind down the vast tunnel of magma, solidifying it completely. Fearlessly, you fly down to the bottom of the tunnel and back in a quarter of a second, utilizing your ''staggering super speed''.

'''████████:''' "YASS! Absolutely 100% genuine, home-grown free range Super-y goodness! Yes yes yess!"

You have all the powers of a Super Girl. What do you do?

* [[OJS/Be a Hero]]
* [[OJS/Be a Bad Girl]]

[[Category: Omni Joint Story]]

OJS/Try out if you're any stronger than before

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:27:16 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with ''''████████:''' "So my nipple poked through a fleece jacket, huh? Maybe there's more to this change than I've considered." You walk back to your living room, now…'

'''████████:''' "So my nipple poked through a fleece jacket, huh? Maybe there's more to this change than I've considered."

You walk back to your living room, now completely indifferent to the notion of going to work. There's ''science'' to be done. On the door frame is a horizontal bar for doing push-ups on. Previously you could only reach it by standing tip-toed, now you could accidentally bonk your head on the thing.

'''████████:''' "Too low to do any actual push-ups on. Let's see if I can try some other types of workout."

You grab the bar firmly with both hands, and jostle it back and forth. The bar, held in place by eight large screws, detatches immediately. Your heart jumps from the ease of this phenomenal feat.

'''████████:''' "No way. There's no way..."

The two ends of the steel bar, still bearing the ripped-off remains of your door frame, beg to differ. Now comes the decisive moment: are you an amazon or a Super Girl?

You begin to twist. The two inch thick solid steel bends to your every movement, easy as a piece of yarn.

'''████████:''' "NO FUCKING WAY!"

In disbelief, you crumple the torn bar into a ball like a wad of tissue paper. Though the relentless mangling has forced the steel into a white-hot liquid, it feels nothing more than comfortably warm in your hands. You spread the liquid steel over your breasts and abs like a sun lotion, letting your clothes evaporate from the brazen heat. This settles it, you are officially superhuman.

'''████████:''' "Yesss! I'm the strongest, most beautiful woman on Earth, ''and'' I'm invulnerable! So much raw power... I feel like a million bucks! Haw!"

In a fit of ecstasy, you jab a half-hearted punch to your wall. This being a load-bearing wall, it causes your entire house to collapse. You of course, remain stoically in place even as tons of rebar, concrete and wood topple over you.

With a single arm, you casually toss away the remains of your roof. Without a care in the world, you want to test these new powers further. Your gaze fixates on the car on your driveway. Without bothering to even dig yourself up from the pile of rubble, you beamline towards the car, allowing your plentiful legs to crush everything in their way.

Not wasting a moment to admire this hunk of junk, you unceremoniously hoist the entire car up with a single arm. Its weight doesn't feel almost like anything. Carefully, you even manage to balance it fully on a single finger.

'''████████:''' "This piece of hazardous waste on wheels has met its final curb. Bye bye!"

Effortlessly, you fold the car clear in half so that the front and back hoods touch.

'''████████:''' "Phew. Too easy."

You fold the car wreckage in half again in the same manner, and then once more sideways. What you have now is essentially a cubic meter of highly compressed metal.

'''████████:''' "Gosh, is there any limit to this?"

You compress the former car in your hands further, down to the size of a milk carton. Only now you're starting to feel some kind of strain. With moderate difficulty, you attain a final result of a car crushed to the size of a thimble.

'''████████:''' "Haha, wow. Fuck, what do I even do with this much power?"

You decide to:
* [[OJS/Try to fly]]
* [[OJS/Rob a bank]]

[[Category: Omni Joint Story]]

OJS/See if anything else has changed

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:23:50 GMT

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'''████████:''' "...If I can do something like ''this''..."

You look down on your own chest, and indeed see your bare nipple perking out.

'''████████:''' "...I wonder if there's anything else I should know about."

You take off your jacket, jeans and shirt. Now only in your undergarments, it's clear that your sudden beautification didn't extend to just your upper body. Your legs are shapely, firm and long, and devoid of any noticeable hair. You must be a foot taller than usual. Placing your hands on your behind reveals two plump, squishy buttocks. As you careen your torso and slowly fondle your stomach, you can feel riveting abs coursing under your skin. Your arms seem to lack any and all flab - indeed they are firm and strong. Just moving them around feels somewhat pleasurable.

'''████████:''' "Ho-okay, so I'm a total bombshell now. Like a cross-breed of a fitness trainer and a supermodel. Hot damn!"

You:
* [[OJS/Try out if you're any stronger than before]]
* [[OJS/Try to get more muscular]]
* [[OJS/See if you can catch a date with this body]]

[[Category: Omni Joint Story]]

OJS/See if anything else has changed

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:22:51 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with ''''████████:''' "...If I can do something like ''this''..." You look down on your own chest, and indeed see your bare nipple perking out. '''██████…'

'''████████:''' "...If I can do something like ''this''..."

You look down on your own chest, and indeed see your bare nipple perking out.

'''████████:''' "...I wonder if there's anything else I should know about."

You take off your jacket, jeans and shirt. Now only in your undergarments, it's clear that your sudden beautification didn't extend to just your upper body. Your legs are shapely, firm and long, and devoid of any noticeable hair. You must be a foot taller than usual. Placing your hands on your behind reveals two plump, squishy buttocks. As you careen your torso and slowly fondle your stomach, you can feel riveting abs coursing under your skin. Your arms seem to lack any and all flab - indeed they are firm and strong. Just moving them around feels somewhat pleasurable.

'''████████:''' "Ho-okay, so I'm a total bombshell now. Like a cross-breed of a fitness trainer and a supermodel. Hot damn!"

You:
* [[Try out if you're any stronger than before]]
* [[Try to get more muscular]]
* See if you can catch a date with this body

[[Category: Omni Joint Story]]

OJS/Is very strange, since you used to consider yourself plain

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:21:01 GMT

Ultra Bra:

This is strange. Since when have you ever woken up looking good? You take a step closer to inspect the face which hardly seems yours anymore.

'''████████:''' "Oh wow... That is ''amazing!''"

Your hair shines softly even in the dim light of the foyer. Your eyes are clear and vibrant in colour. Your lips: pronounced and smooth. You place a small peck on the glass surface, leaving behind a picture-perfect imprint that almost seems to glow red.

Your skin has turned flawless. All of your previous tan lines have been overturned in favor of a smooth, carefully crafted complexion. Blemishes and blackheads seem non-existent, and even pores seem particularly hesitant to show themselves today.

As you rise up to your full length and lean real close, you bump yourself on the mirror accidentally. To you, it's instantly clear what is the reason for this unexpected collision. Looking down, you confirm your suspicions: boobs. You have no idea how you evaded this information while cramming these softballs into your B-cup bras earlier. Must've been all the hurry, but still. And jutting proudly out through three layers of fabric are your newfound nipples, now as pronounced as the erasers on pencils.

''████████:'' "Jesus! I could smother somebody with these. And practically carve a pumpkin with ''these!''"

In a momentary flash of experimentation, you decide to flick one of your nipples. Turns out, it wasn't even erect yet. In a matter of seconds, the determined diamond tip jabs clear through your bra, undershirt and jacket. Your jaw is left hanging.

''████████:'' "''What am I!?''"

You:
* [[OJS/See if anything else has changed]]
* [[OJS/Succumb to sexual urges and masturbate]]

[[Category: Omni Joint Story]]

OJS/Is very strange, since you used to consider yourself plain

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:20:53 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'This is strange. Since when have you ever woken up looking good? You take a step closer to inspect the face which hardly seems yours anymore. '''████████:''' "Oh…'

OJS/Is completely normal, since you have ample natural beauty

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:17:35 GMT

Ultra Bra:

Well of course you look stunning - you are a model, after all! With your looks and self-confidence, it's never a dull moment looking in the mirror.

Sometimes, though, you'd hope that there might be something else to it all. To have a life outside of horny men ogling at your figure and face, buried under makeup and Photoshop. Then again, you haven't got much choice in the matter. With your education and connections, more meaningful jobs are few and far between.

Today is a photo shoot for a magazine looking to add some Middle Eastern vibes to their furniture catalogue. In your honest opinion, a scantily clad woman in a fetishised genie outfit isn't very representative of Middle Eastern culture and customs. More like 'censor out all women, or God forbid someone will think that these creatures have a life of their own'.

You sure ''hope'' that the excec's intent isn't to draw in Saudi investors. Although, there'd still be a check on your account, what do you care?

Upon arrival, you see to your disappointment that the set is still being built. Fucking eh, you could've probably slept another hour. You give the director a smile and a silent nod while heading to the make-up. He just gives you a look with equal amounts of hopelessness and a death stare.

Come lunchtime, you have a few minutes to 'admire' the next scene. By the Harbingers of Kitsch: there's even one of those generic genie lamps that you'd see in Aladdin. You bet that it ''doesn't even work''. Just to make sure, you give the lamp a good little rub.

Then:
* [[OJS/A figure appears and speaks to you]]
* [[OJS/A puff of smoke emanates from the lamp]]

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OJS/A figure appears and speaks to you

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:16:50 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'A figure indeed appears. The director shouts at you from from the door as you idly fondle that plastic piece of garbage. '''Director:''' "Lunch time's over, ██████…'

A figure indeed appears. The director shouts at you from from the door as you idly fondle that plastic piece of garbage.

'''Director:''' "Lunch time's over, ████████! Stop sabotaging my props and get cracking - there are only so many hours in a day I can feasibly tolerate rabble."

'''████████:''' "Gotcha!... (Asshole.)"

The director has absconded, but you can hear his voice echo from down the hallway:

'''Director:''' "''Not the first time I've heard that today, sweetie!''"

Artists are such a pain to work with. At least this guy can take a bashing.

Sigh. What a friggin' day. You come home two hours later than normal, exhausted and hungry. Can't even consider cooking anything in this state. But maybe, just ''maybe'' by some random chance if you mixed a bunch of spices together in a pot, the ordering of the DNA proteins would attract the attention of some sexy, otherworldly God who....

Nah, that's not how things work, you consider. And if that worked, it would just as likely attract the attention of some ''not-so-sexy'' otherworldly monster that eats worlds. Better not risk it.

But hey, what are you complaining about? You've got friends, family, a roof over your head, food in the fridge and money in the bank. What would you even ''need'' any sort of Deus ex Machina intervention to rattle the corners of your run-of-the-mill life...

There's just no cure for chronic ennui. Better to just ditch the phone after dark and go to bed early tonight.

'''ENDING 0''' -Vanilla All the Way-

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OJS/Is completely normal, since you have ample natural beauty

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:11:25 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'Well of course you look stunning - you are a model, after all! With your looks and self-confidence, it's never a dull moment looking in the mirror. Sometimes, though, you'd hope…'

Well of course you look stunning - you are a model, after all! With your looks and self-confidence, it's never a dull moment looking in the mirror.

Sometimes, though, you'd hope that there might be something else to it all. To have a life outside of horny men ogling at your figure and face, buried under makeup and Photoshop. Then again, you haven't got much choice in the matter. With your education and connections, more meaningful jobs are few and far between.

Today is a photo shoot for a magazine looking to add some Middle Eastern vibes to their furniture catalogue. In your honest opinion, a scantily clad woman in a fetishised genie outfit isn't very representative of Middle Eastern culture and customs. More like 'censor out all women, or God forbid someone will think that these creatures have a life of their own'.

You sure *hope* that the excec's intent isn't to draw in Saudi investors. Although, there'd still be a check on your account, what do you care?

Upon arrival, you see to your disappointment that the set is still being built. Fucking eh, you could've probably slept another hour. You give the director a smile and a silent nod while heading to the make-up. He just gives you a look with equal amounts of hopelessness and a death stare.

Come lunchtime, you have a few minutes to 'admire' the next scene. By the Harbingers of Kitsch: there's even one of those generic genie lamps that you'd see in Aladdin. You bet that it *doesn't even work*. Just to make sure, you give the lamp a good little rub.

Then:
* [[OJS/A figure appears and speaks to you]]
* [[OJS/A puff of smoke emanates from the lamp]]

[[Category: Omni Joint Story]]

OJS/You look stunning

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:09:19 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'You look stunning today. Despite the rush and not having showered, eaten, or put on makeup, the face that greets back from the mirror is as beautiful as ever. '''█████…'

You look stunning today. Despite the rush and not having showered, eaten, or put on makeup, the face that greets back from the mirror is as beautiful as ever.

'''████████:''' "Hey, lookin' good..."

This:
* [[OJS/Is very strange, since you used to consider yourself plain]]
* [[OJS/Is completely normal, since you have ample natural beauty]]

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OJS/Beginning

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 16:07:46 GMT

Ultra Bra:

You are ████████. An everyday, average twenty-something woman. Your life is uneventful, your existence unexceptional. You loathe going to work, your lovelife offers no intrigue, and your apartment is a mess.

It's late in the evening, and your daily routine has reached the familiar point of 'laying in bed to watch movies on the phone'.

''████████:'' "Ooow... My head hurts. This phone is killing me. Gotta get some sleep - I've got work tomorrow."

You finally depart with your phone. As if having unplugged a cord from your neck, you practically pass out from exhaustion.

A good night's sleep does wonders to your disposition. Maybe a bit too good, since it seems that the alarm hasn't gone off, and work started an hour ago. A mad rush to get dressed and fed ensues. Thankfully you at least prepared lunch beforehand, but breakfast will have to wait 'till another day.

As you're heading out the front door, you take a glance at the full body mirror on your wardrobe. You see to your surprise that:

* [[OJS/You look stunning]]
* [[OJS/You're flying]]
* [[OJS/You have an erection]]
* [[OJS/You have a tail]]

(Note that this page intentionally leaves very much to the reader's imagination. There's nothing here about her race, appearance or subcultural stance. Just because she hates going to work doesn't mean that her working conditions are horrible or that her pay is meager. Just because her lovelife seems dull doesn't mean that she's not already drowning in suitors. Technically even her species isn't specified, so if you want her as a demon, catgirl or whatever, be my guest.)

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OJS/Beginning

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 15:57:51 GMT

Ultra Bra:

You are ████████. An everyday, average twenty-something woman. Your life is uneventful, your existence unexceptional. You loathe going to work, your lovelife offers no intrigue, and your apartment is a mess.

It's late in the evening, and your daily routine has reached the familiar point of 'laying in bed to watch movies on the phone'.

''████████:'' "Ooow... My head hurts. This phone is killing me. Gotta get some sleep - I've got work tomorrow."

You finally depart with your phone. As if having unplugged a cord from your neck, you practically pass out from exhaustion.

A good night's sleep does wonders to your disposition. Maybe a bit too good, since it seems that the alarm hasn't gone off, and work started an hour ago. A mad rush to get dressed and fed ensues. Thankfully you at least prepared lunch beforehand, but breakfast will have to wait 'till another day.

As you're heading out the front door, you take a glance at the full body mirror on your wardrobe. You see to your surprise that:

* [[You look stunning]]
* [[You're flying]]
* [[You have an erection]]
* [[You have a tail]]

(Note that this page intentionally leaves very much to the reader's imagination. There's nothing here about her race, appearance or subcultural stance. Just because she hates going to work doesn't mean that her working conditions are horrible or that her pay is meager. Just because her lovelife seems dull doesn't mean that she's not already drowning in suitors. Technically even her species isn't specified, so if you want her as a demon, catgirl or whatever, be my guest.)

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OJS/Beginning

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 15:52:11 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'You are ████████. An everyday, average twenty-something woman. Your life is uneventful, your existence unexceptional. You loathe going to work, your lovelife offe…'

You are ████████. An everyday, average twenty-something woman. Your life is uneventful, your existence unexceptional. You loathe going to work, your lovelife offers no intrigue, and your apartment is a mess.

It's late in the evening, and your daily routine has reached the familiar point of 'laying in bed to watch movies on the phone'.

''████████:'' "Ooow... My head hurts. This phone is killing me. Gotta get some sleep - I've got work tomorrow."

You finally depart with your phone. As if having unplugged a cord from your neck, you practically pass out from exhaustion.

A good night's sleep does wonders to your disposition. Maybe a bit too good, since it seems that the alarm hasn't gone off, and work started an hour ago. A mad rush to get dressed and fed ensues. Thankfully you at least prepared lunch beforehand, but breakfast will have to wait 'till another day.

As you're heading out the front door, you take a glance at the full body mirror on your wardrobe. You see to your surprise that:

* [[You look stunning]]
* [[You're flying]]
* [[You have an erection]]
* [[You have a tail]]

(Note that this page intentionally leaves very much to the reader's imagination. There's nothing here about her race, appearance or subcultural stance. Just because she hates going to work doesn't mean that her working conditions are horrible or that her pay is meager. Just because her lovelife seems dull doesn't mean that she's not already drowning in suitors. Technically even her species isn't specified, so if you want her as a demon, catgirl or whatever, be my guest.)

Omni Joint Story

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 15:49:52 GMT

Ultra Bra: Created page with 'This is the equivalent of the Main Hub of Omni Joint Story, hosted by Ultra Bra, originally developed on Twine and copied here for accessibility. Below you can find some helpful …'

This is the equivalent of the Main Hub of Omni Joint Story, hosted by Ultra Bra, originally developed on Twine and copied here for accessibility. Below you can find some helpful links for guides on how to contribute to the project and navigate it.

'''Information:'''

This is a collaborative creative writing project for the members of Powerpuppet's Omnitopia Discord server. The project name at the moment is simply "Omni Joint Story".

'''Credits:'''

This version of the story is available for all who have an internet connection. The contributing members so far are:
* Ultra Bra (host)

Please add your name to this list if you add any pages or make any major improvements or modifications to them.

'''Tags:'''
The version of Omni Joint Story developed on Twine has a tag system. Due to the constraints of the Wiki format, this feature is unavailable.

'''Navigation:'''

To get to the beginning of the story, follow this:
[[OJS/Beginning]]

For general rules and tips for writing for this project, follow this:
[[OJS/Writing guidelines]]

For a comprehensive list of all endings so far, follow this:
[[OJS/Endings]]

All Adult Stories/O

Ultra Bra — Sun, 12 Aug 2018 15:38:38 GMT

Ultra Bra: Added link to new adventure

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! Story !! Number Of Pages !! Notes
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|[[Obscura]] || 136 || {{Public}}(<font color="green">Please add pages!</font>)
|-
|[[Occupational Therapy]] (Gay) || 24 || {{Public}}
|-
|[[Omni Joint Story]] || {{Public}}
|-
|[[Once Upon a Time]] || ? || {{Public}}
|-
|[[One Big Party]] || WIP || {{Private}}
|-
|[[Ongoing Story]] || 560 || (<font color="red">Some paths finished, others are work in Progress</font>)
|-
|[[Oops! You're Naked!]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Oops! You're Naked!}} || {{Public}}
|-
|[[The Ordinary Life of a Prostitute]] || 13 || {{Public}}
|-
|[[Organized Crime]] || 36 || {{Public}}
|-
|[[One Night with Princess Luna]] || 0 || {{DNE}} (unless you have knowledge about MLP and have good grammar)
|-
|[[Office Life]] || ? || {{Private}}
|-
|[[Overwatch Romp]] || WIP || {{Private}} (If you feel like you could help, and know about Overwatch, feel free to contact JustAHornyGuy!)

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[[Category:Adult Stories]]