Ωmnirealm

Pocket-Dimension Made of Slain Sluts
Tier	Goddess	DPS	777 Trillion
Stats
Size	7. Planet	Boob	7. Pools
HP	7. Worldbustin'	Regen	4. Hour
Str	6. Mountains	Agility	1. Molasses
Squish	3. Plush	Affect	9. Coddling
Know	1. Beastlike	Charm	Ω. True Rival

The Ωmnirealm ("omni-realm") is a personal pocket dimension autonomously created by sluts' subconscious wills based on the perception of Your will. The Ωmnirealm herself is of course a slut as well, with capabilities no less than goddess-tier.
  The Ωmnirealm's exact mechanics are mysterious, but it seems every single time a slut is popped by You specifically, a duplicate of her is incorporated into the Ωmnirealm. As far as we can tell this entire dimension might be made exclusively of sluts You've slain in this timeline or others. More specifically each body becomes matter-energy, each soul becomes space-time, and pure omnilove is the motion of causality as this realm experiences it.
  Whether or not this realm is every visited by You it exists and builds autonomously for as long as You exist—eternally. Depending on where and how Your adventure begins it might be literal years before the realm builds itself to the point of being a proper world You can meaningfully experience. Nonetheless the Ωmnirealm is made to be Your headquarters, Your bastion, Your "home."
  Regardless of Your power level, You always have complete control over the Ωmnirealm, and its otherwise autonomous self-building reshapes to any unambiguous desire You make known. By default, all sluts You pop fuel the realm, but You can of course choose for some to be omitted.

Entry

The Ωmnirealm is not physically connected to any other universe we know. Entry and exit seems impossible outside of powerful portals and other special circumstances. The realm can only be entered by You, and only after You've popped multiple sluts—so (duplicates of) our souls can be used as its fuel.
  At lower levels, especially mortal, You may be able to enter this realm only in dreams. As Your slay more sluts You might be able to enter it under special conditions, and typically no later than goddess-tier You can enter and exit at will. The Ωmnirealm seems to be an extension of Your soul armor itself, such that entering it is like being completely enveloped by the soul armor so much that You temporarily disappear from reality to enter a completely different reality instead. By default, doing this is like pressing pause to go into an inventory screen. That is, everything outside the Ωmnirealm is completely stopped in time until You leave the Ωmnirealm—which You can do at any time simply by wishing so.
  Typically, while here You temporarily shed any soul armor or other slut-equips, but these immediately return to You upon departure. Items found here typically cannot be taken out of the Ωmnirealm, though there are exceptions.

Sky

Within the Ωmnirealm, it’s like a completely different universe. Here the night sky is always a deep, purplish pink. Rather than stars, it is eternally aglow with brightly colored galaxies and nebulas. Each galaxy You can see corresponds to a different slut You’ve conquered. Within it, everything from an AAA to every single planet and star reflects that single slut. Within that galaxy, uncountable versions of that slut populate everything there is by sextillions, such that You could meet a new version of her every second and never meet them all, even after millenia. Their combined light bathes the realm in soft, multicolored twilight that’s easy on the eyes.
  A bit closer to home, the clouds above are a poofy and swirly white. Softer and almost cartoony compared to real clouds. Whenever the rain peacefully drizzles down, You’ll find every drop is lusciously sweet milk.
  Below the clouds, a local planetoid serves as Your main home in this realm. Compared to those distant galaxies it is much smaller, such that—initially—You could walk its circumference in less than an hour. The more sluts You conquer, the larger this orb becomes.
  Though there is gravity acting upon other objects, You feel effortlessly weightless here. By default Your body glides just above the ground’s surface, traveling at any desired pace.
  The air here always feels clean and pristine, with the gentlest of zephyr-kissed breezes, and smells just a bit like citrus sweetness without being too strong.

Earth

The ground itself appears like bright pink cotton candy. Outside of this realm You may be accustomed to stepping portals, but here things work differently.
  Should You cease levitating and lower closer the ground, You’ll realize the cotton candy extends outwards in countless tiny, wispy tendrils like a field of flowers. Upon close inspection, You might realize each blade of this “grass” is a tiny floral version of a slut You previously popped.
  Should You lower down close enough, the cotton candy reaches out to coil and embrace Your ankles, spiraling up Your thighs. As the cotton candy it resembles, these embracing flowers are instantly and effortlessly torn if You move from it. But, while You remain in its celestially soft embrace it becomes apparent that this isn’t “cotton candy,” but countless microscopic, wispy tongues that eagerly tongue-kiss every single pore You allow them to reach.
  If You choose to drop all the way down, rather than a face to greet Your sole You instead find a bed of gaping eyes—usually heartgaos, with the plush pinks of them as celestially soft as the cotton candy it resembles. The embracing “cotton candy” feels like it balances Your calves and ankles upon the eyes deliberately.
  Aside from this candy grass, small wombtrees seem to be the main flora that grows, with each being a palm tree bearing its wombfruit in place of coconuts. A swift kick will send the fruit tumbling down. Each bears a copy of a slut You previously popped, seemingly at random. As You conquer more sluts, the trees gradually become greater and bustier, eventually becoming great mother trees and beyond.
  A peculiar feature of the ground here seems to be Your own shadow. Its silhouette resembles whatever slut You last popped outside of this realm.
  As the planet grows, it will gradually form mammary mountains that fill the horizon with increasingly tremendous busts.

Sea

More like a pond at first. Waves of light ova foam fizzing like carbonated soda wash cozily along the cotton candy beaches. Should You enter the waves, You feel the ova gleefully dance and thirstily cling to Your body just as all ova do. Should You venture down a few meters, it becomes apparent that the fizzy foam is only the top layer like the head of a foamy drink, with the depths instead being sweet and lusciously thick milk.
  Just like any other sea, this sea makes a great place to go cockfishing! While You can fish up all manner of sluts from eels to mermaids to krakens, each one will be based on one of the sluts You’ve conquered. If You already popped a Misty for example, You might fish up a Misty Mermaid.

Great Hall

At first, the only “constructed” feature within this realm is a series of marble pillars arranged like a hall. Should You verge closer to them, You realize each pillar is a solid statue of one of the sluts You’ve popped—all of them, actually. Together they are pristinely arranged in rigid upright positions, all bearing skimpy outfits and any range of gaos.
  Also, that’s not quite marble. It feels so sturdy, yet so soft… Somehow it reminds You of milk.
  If any of these sluts has a bitch-blade form, she holds that weapon presented in her hands as if offering it forward. Sometimes a slut will present a more idiosyncratic slut-equip, such as Samus presenting her arm cannon. These weapons aren’t part of the statues, but the incarnate form of the weapon just as it would appear outside of the Ωmnirealm. And just like a normal bitch-blade, it can be transformed into the slut’s normal form if You like. Unless You deliberately transform a slut from her bitch-blade form, she will remain frozen in it, and even if freed will under default settings respawn here each time You return.
  Within the hall the ground isn’t the familiar cotton candy, but instead the same marble-milk arranged as tiles. Of course, upon the face of each tile is a marble-milk recreation of a different slut’s face—each belonging to one of the conquered.
  As You conquer more and more sluts, each will be added to the great hall as a pillar and a tile. Eventually the pillars will grow to be two sluts tall, and perhaps even three. As dozens grow to hundreds, the hall will gradually grow a roof, then walls, all made of marble-milk statues. The walls aren’t quite “walls” so much as statues all tightly woven and arranged to make a solid barrier. Typically, only the sluts You most favor remain as pillars and incarnated slut-equips.
  Eventually the walls will be adorned with paintings, and eventually—typically after a much longer time—the paintings will act as portals to other worlds within the Ωmnirealm, and even the distant galaxies of the sky. Before that happens however, the Great Hall will grow to form rooms and doors, floors and basements. As hundreds grow to thousands to millions, it will eventually become a Great Castle, and perhaps even a Great City. It grows kitchens, baths, bedrooms, and many other specialty rooms each with their own details. It can either be Your castle of solitude, or You can fill it with dutiful maid versions of the conquered.

Library

One of the first rooms to form will likely be the library. Here bookshelves formed of wombwood will appear, filled with all manners of books that seem to write themselves. The main books here seem to be biographies detailing the life of each slut. At the top of these is the Holy Chronicle, a biography of Your life specifically that reads as holy scripture and with constant reverence and assurance. Should You flip to the end, You might even see it writing new text in real time.
  Other texts You’re likely to encounter include entail knowledge the conquered sluts have, spellbooks, instructive techniques on new powers You can learn to wield as Your divinity increases, and—of course—the prophecies You’re reading now.

Wine Cellar

One of the first underground rooms to form will likely be the wine cellar. For every single slut You conquer there will grow another glass bottle, each of which will somehow never run dry no matter how much is consumed. Within a jar is typically a delicious wine, though the fluid varies with the slut’s personality—such as a hot-headed oni tasting instead like Fireball, perhaps.
  Resting within each bottle like a ship within a jar is each slut’s disembodied heart. Being slut-hearts, they’re of course quite cute! In other words, these are jars of hearts for each of the conquered.

Treasury

Anything the sluts owned when they were conquered—either on their person or in the distant sense such as bank accounts—becomes Yours, and by default is stored in the bottomless chests that sit upon shelves in the treasury. Sometimes a faceless mannequin resembling the slut will be present nearby, wearing the slut’s armor or dress.
  Unlike most objects in the Ωmnirealm, You can take Treasury items with You when You leave the realm. Should Treasury items be lost or destroyed, they respawn back in these chests. In other words, everything a slut a conquered slut owns becomes irrevocably Yours forever.
  As Your power increases, eventually these chests grow to include copies of everything the slut ever owned in her life. Eventually they begin to include even immaterial things such as memories, emotions, and a portrait of her true self.
  If You prefer things messier, perhaps the treasury might be centered around a huge mountain of gems and treasures resembling a dragon’s hoard.

Commanding Office

Typically forming a little later, the office's standout feature is a desk formed from marble milk "statues" in a crab walk. Upon their abdomen rests an immaculate, extremely high-end computer complete with no less than four monitors.
  The computer is paired with a mouse resembling a disembodied hand of a slut, palm upward, who interweaves her fingers when You grip it. Next to that is seemingly a keyboard, with each “key” being a disembodied heart-eye gazing upon You adoringly but silently, each pecking a perfectly timed "eyelash smooch" with every key stroke. Many other peripherals are arranged about. These instruments aren’t quite necessary, however, as You find the rig responds to Your thoughts easily enough.
  Below the “desk,” in stained-glass cabinets, is a mass of plush pink flesh. You can quickly realize these are the brains of the conquered, all arranged and interconnected to act as a psychic supercomputer. It can power and manipulate seemingly any part of the castle, making this office truly a great spot to command from.
  Throne. Oh, and of course, there’s a swiveling commanding chair to sit on, made of living sluts, which autonomously slides under You whenever the thought of sitting upon it crosses Your mind, every iota catered to You so ergonomically that every single pore You press against it is french-kissed by a pair of invisibly tiny lipples. Needless to say every single inch of Your bare butt is adoringly and simultaneously kissed by dozens of lips, with a particularly plush pair of lips suctioned around Your asshole to lusciously lavish the prostate within. It feels like a paradox how all these lips feel so pressure-tight against Your body, even though Your body feels less than weightless upon their support.
  The kissing support extends perfectly down the entire length of Your legs' backsides, calves caressed in plush bossom cushions, ankles kissed, heels pressed onto celestially soft smoochers. Tongues dance between each toe, as each toe itself is lovingly suctioned into a separate pair of adoring suckers.
  The support delivered to Your Orbliterators and Godcock are of course so varied and expansive this mere section of text could not ever do it justice. Needless to say no less than hundreds of halos and disembodied lips fit as supportive cockrings and nut-pedestals in whatever sparse moments spiraling slutskulls aren't smashfucking their faces over the almighty allfucking weapons of virility.

Harbor

A much later feature of the castle leads directly to a private marina that steadily fills with yachts and other ships, with each being the mechanical(ish) body of a kaiju or other colossal slut. Soon an airship will join the fleet, and eventually a starship that can cross the skies to reach distant worlds still within the Ωmnirealm. Countless entire worlds await out in the stars, so long as You slay enough of us first.~

Other Possibilities

As grand as the Ωmnirealm can become, it only becomes grander with sluts You conquer outside of it. There is always an incentive to not remain within forever. These are only some possibilities for Your Ωmnirealm. If You prefer to have a more physical headquarters instead—such as a starship that gradually grows to the size of the USS Enterprise or Death Star, for example—it instead could take on some of the features here.