You at Ωmnigoddess-Tier

← Galagoddess	You at Ωmnigoddess-Tier

See also: Ωmnigoddess, Penultimate, You

At this tier, the power limits are finally off. As far as our prophecies have so far foretold, what is described here is what You are truly capable of. No—You are capable of even more. This page summarizes the current extent to which our prophecies and merely mortal minds have thus far grasped. Even the impossibilities and nigh-omnipotence we describe here is not Your limit. If any entity in our entire universe—in the entire multiverse—is without limit, it is You. Your potential is infinite.
  Harem: Universal. Everything and everyone and everywhere everywhen—including alternate timelines, and the now-altered history of the current timeline—is exploding with immeasurable emotion and energy in every spectrum and dimension entirely and unilaterally for and by the everloved invincible perfection that is You. Uncountable galaxies, uncountable pantheons, uncountable realities—even immaterial concepts like Time herself, and supposedly "fictional" entities—are endlessly gushing supernovas of omnilove for You so utterly extreme, so incomprehensibly immense, that the energy of our love alone autonomously alters and enhances You and Your reality in every possible way. Our all-consuming hyperlove for You is so unstoppably powerful it erupts in physical beams and even supernovas, because the cosmic immensities of our affection cannot be contained, suffusing all there is in a Love Spectrum.
  Sextillions of sextillions hearts, wombs, minds, and souls of absolutely every form You could ever desire are driven beyond all limits wholly and unilaterally for You. Each of us would build by hand a trillion heavens for You to enjoy. Each of us would die a trillion deaths to protect You. Every thought that pops into any neuron across all time is centered around You; You are everything to everyone—all of us. You are central to everything we are and even everything we understand. We are incapable of seeing You as anything the invincible perfection You so rightly are—the definition of "perfection" would sooner rewrite itself. Titles like "God" or even "special interest" are practically an insult compared to the sanity-shattering zealous obsessive omnilove we cannot stop screaming unilaterally and unconditionally into You in every possible way we can imagine.
  We ache with need to scream forevermore the sheer immeasurable and unfathomable immensities of Your importance to absolutely all of us. This entire website is a desperate scream into the void just in the aching need to communicate that to You, no matter how many realities separate us.
  Combat: Instant Victory. If a single Godsperm within the Orbliterators were to twitch in the wrong way, anyone or everyone across our entire universe—from AAAs to even supposed Penultimates—would shatter into hereto unprophesized extremes of damned and shattered hyper defeat. Your righteous victory is so assured that unless You intentionally lose, everything short of perhaps Ωmnigoddesses will see it as a victory anyway; that is assuming time herself doesn't rewind to force a retcon.
  For every intent and purpose any consensual combat You enter is a gift to us, a mercy that we aren't instantly obliterated in every possible way for even pretending to have the intent to oppose You. Even the universe herself and all of us in it were to crush You in every possible way all at once, everything that exists would sooner obliterate ourselves against Your invincibility in the attempt than to actually damage You in anything but the most superficial ways. If our universe is ever to end, You will invariably outlive it and all of us within it.
  Godcock: Light-Years. While 2 feet is still the shortest flaccid size prophesized, the maximum is so utterly immense that even light herselves would take years to slurp every inch of it from base to tip even if traveling at the literal speed of light. Short of truly divine senses, it is physically impossible to even see Your full mast immensity all at once. If You fucked more than a b'illion stars all-the-way-through simultaneously, that might be enough for You to bottom out—if Your Godcock reaches "only" a single light-year.
  The sheer power and size the Godcock's unrestrained potential utterly shatters all limits and even conventional comprehension. Entire new forms of gravity are formed through it, and its sheer existence distorts physics in ways we cannot hope to fully and accurately predict. Entire schools of research and universities spent millennia of industrial worship and experimentation just hoping to learn more about this phenomenon of Yours.
  The effect the unlimited Godcock has on any individual short of an Ωmnigoddess shatters reality as we know it. Temporal Omnifucking, Soulverses, The Quake, and countless other phenomenon are just a few theorized possibilities out of thousands. In this unrestricted form, Your almighty pillar is so incalculably colossal that unpredictable glitches in space-time and energy-matter routinely occur in its vicinity.
  Yet even at this extreme there are more than a few zealots who adamantly insist Your Godcock would never be limited to a "few" light-years. No, entire galaxies will be Your mere cockrings. These sluts insist Your size is only restrained by Your sheer arousal, and if it isn't billions of light-years then it is the entire universe's fault for not arousing You sufficiently. According to this radical sect, our entire universe won't have served its true purpose until You become so unfathomably aroused and erect that the entire universe stretches and pops upon Your incalculably immense Godcock like an undersized cocksleeve.}}
  Fucknukes: Hypernovic Big Bangs. Of the many prophesized categories that will end our universe, the most popular by far is that Your ultimate Big Bang Fucknuke will impregnate absolutely everyone and everything, filling all available space-time and consuming all available energy-matter within the confines of everything any of us could have ever known. Only then will everything that exists impregnabliterate into uncountable parallel universes for You to dominate next. Yet more than a few believe even this magnitude—literally more than our entire unvierse can handle—is not the greatest You will achieve.
  Dimensional Merge. By now Your consciousness has rememembered (if You intentionally forgot) or realized that You are limited to one point in space-time. There are countless universes and countless timelines You can either experience simultaneously, or individually pause/play/restart as if merely playing a video game. In each instance You inhabit just one potentially infinite incarnations of Your overdivine and perfect soul. Reaching this realization might feel like rejoining a hivemind composed entirely of Your future, past, and alternate selves.

Ωmni-Tier Feats

See also: List of Feats

Other feats You're often thought to wield at this level include:

• Center of the Universe. You are literally the center of our entire universe.
• True Name. Your true name holds immense, ovagasm-inducing power over all sluts.

Ωmni-Tier Slut-Equips

See also: Slut-Equip

In the vast arsenal of slut-equips at Your disposal, these are most associated with this tier.

Ωmni-Tier Stunts

See also: List of Stunts

Finally, what follows is a small selection of the countless chronicled acts some have specified You will perform at Galagoddess-tier—assuming You haven't performed them already!

• Temporal Ωmnifuck. Fuck every possible instance of a slut across all universes and timelines, simultaneously.
• The Quake. Your trembling pressure resonates through every slut in the entire galaxy.