Jennifer Martinette

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A Humbling Experience

Originally posted 2022-08-17

A brief little Super Goddess vignette, inspired by discussions I had with Akane. Thanks to them and yearends for beta reading and additional contributions.


Thursday, September 8, 2044


Today was the first day of the fall semester at the University of Toronto, where Avery Stewart began their second year of work towards their bachelor’s degree in information.

They were surprised to find Super Goddess Jennifer Martinette of all people among their classmates in their morning Data Analytics class. She was wearing the university’s black and white varsity jacket, partially unbuttoned to make room for her colossal bust. She apparently modified it into a sort of leotard, wrapping around her exquisite thighs like tight shorts.

Unfortunately (from an academic standpoint), Jennifer's immaculate form was in clear sight from where Avery was sitting, a couple rows behind her. Fortunately, most of the ‘lecture’ that day was just going over the syllabus, so Avery could afford to be distracted. And distracted they were, finding it almost impossible to focus on anything but the Super Goddess. She wasn’t even doing anything distracting, just intently listening to the professor reading off the syllabus verbatim. It was one thing to be sexy, but quite another to do it without even trying, maybe even unconsciously. It didn’t help that she seemed to have nothing else on besides the jacket, only a pair of plain black pumps.

Isn’t she bored? I was under the impression she was a nymphomaniac, constantly fucking 24/7. I can barely fathom what a life like hers would be like... though I imagine it’d have to be pretty incredible. She must have countless people waiting in queues to have sex with her at all times! I have to wonder how she manages to find any time for herself. When does she even sleep? For that matter, does she even sleep?


The hour-long class went by in a blur. Avery found themself hungry, which also struck them as a perfect excuse to get their mind off Jennifer and back to reality. They headed back towards their dorm building, which had a handy dining hall nearby. They got a breakfast platter and found an open spot in the cafeteria to sit and dig in.

Halfway through their hotcakes, they noticed someone sitting in a comfortable-looking armchair near a window: none other than their omnipotent classmate, wearing wireless pink headphones and fully engrossed in whatever she was listening to, eyes closed and smiling--the very image of serenity. Avery didn’t know how she’d react to them, a normal and frankly pretty unremarkable 20-year-old university student. And besides, they didn’t want to interrupt her while she was relaxing... and yet, something inside them was urging them to approach her. Perhaps against their better judgment, they got up and approached the Super Goddess.

Jennifer apparently noticed them approaching and opened her eyes and moved her headphones around her neck. “Hello.”

Taken a bit by surprise, Avery cleared their throat. “Uh, h-hi. I, um... you’re Jennifer Martinette, right?”

“The one and only. And you’re Avery Stewart. What’s up?”

“Well, I’ve never met a Super Goddess before today, and I noticed we’re in the same Data Analytics class. So um... I had a few questions I wanted to ask. I-if you don't mind, of course.”

“I know. Actually, that compulsion you had to approach me a moment ago was my doing. I know my existence begs all sorts of questions, so fire away.”

Avery let out an awkward chuckle. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that you can do that. Well, the main thing I wanted to ask is, well... what's it like being you?”

“Oh, is that all?” Jennifer giggled. “It’s amazing, to say the least. Infinite power means I can do whatever I want, whenever I want! As you can see, my body is perfect in every way and then some. I’m actually healthier than is humanly possible! And, of course, sex is beyond incredible!”

“Is it though?”

“Hm?”

“Well, it kinda seems to me that you might not really appreciate what you have,” Avery continued. “Like, you can bring yourself to an enormous orgasm that a normal human would struggle to imagine, let alone experience. I remember the news said you blew up a distant planet by blowing a kiss and brought it back just as effortlessly. Everything’s so easy and it’s always been that way for you, right? You’re either born omnipotent or gain your powers very early in life. You don’t know what normal is to most of humanity, since your ‘normal’ is so far beyond what the rest of us can fathom.”

Jennifer sat there, still smiling. “You do have something of a point there, but your premise is a bit off. If I may, I can illustrate what I mean for you.”

“Alright. What do you have in mind, though?”

Jennifer didn’t respond--almost like she didn’t hear them, but all of a sudden, they were bombarded with incomprehensible ecstasy. They couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, couldn’t think, and most definitely couldn’t stop cumming. Their mouth was wide open, gasping erratically, but they couldn’t actually utter a sound. Endless orgasmic joy had completely taken over, with no intention of ever leaving or even relenting.

Meanwhile, Avery, or rather Avery’s body, continued standing there, watching the writhing form of Jennifer continue soaking the chair with her fluids.

Smiling, ‘Avery’ said, “I know you’re in no position to express your thoughts, let alone have them, so I’ll just explain. I didn’t do anything to my body before I swapped us. What you’re experiencing right now is what I normally feel at all times, with no external stimulation.”

In a flash, Avery was themself again, and found their faculties had returned somehow. That didn’t stop them from nearly collapsing, as if their legs suddenly gave out. Jennifer was herself again too, and had apparently cleaned her body and the chair in the process.

With some effort, Avery managed to get a word out. “...wow.”

Jennifer giggled in her own voice. “Well said! Don’t worry, I’ve seen to it that you won’t get addicted to that kind of super pleasure. You’re gonna be just fine.”

Avery nodded. Words still eluded them, but it was nice to know that lingering concern was a moot point.

Jennifer continued, “In all honesty, being born a Super Goddess is far and away the greatest gift one can receive. So it follows that it feels incredible to simply be one.”

Short on breath, Avery commented, “I can definitely see what you mean by that now.”

“While we get used to that baseline very quickly, it never ceases to be enjoyable for us. Our infinite minds allow us to not only comprehend limitless pleasure, but also perceive even the tiniest variations in it. To you, the shift from that to an actual, proper climax would be like adding infinity to infinity--no real, significant change. But to me, the leap feels as colossal as it actually is.”

“So... instead of infinity plus infinity, it’s like a googolplex plus a googolplex?”

“Exactly!” Jennifer snapped her fingers. “It’s quantifiable, but beyond what you can fathom. Humans feel through nerve impulses and chemicals. You get a sort of watered down, impersonal version of what actually is. Meanwhile, Super Goddesses experience the world objectively--feel things as they truly are.”

Unsettled, Avery asked, “A-are you suggesting the human experience as I understand it is all predicated on lies?”

“No, not at all. At the basic levels, what you experience is close enough to the real thing that you need not be concerned. Of course, there’s far more to reality than you can ordinarily perceive. Personally, I think you and humanity in general will eventually achieve objective sensation... it’s an ‘all in good time’ sort of thing, you know?”

“Yeah, I think so. This has definitely been a humbling experience.”

“I get that a lot.” Jennifer grinned. “Say, are you free later? I’d love to hang out with you some more.”

Avery was still awestruck by what they had just experienced, which was compounded by their omnipotent classmate suddenly showing interest in them. “Y-yeah, I only have the one class today.”

“Nice! Ooh, did you see the solar eclipse a couple weeks ago?”

“O-oh, the one over in Alberta? No, I was busy then--couldn’t make it there.”

“Ah, too bad. It was really quite a sight. Wanna go see it now?”

“What do you mean? Like a video of it?”

“No, I mean going back in time to witness it firsthand!”

“B-but wasn’t it just before sunset? Even if we did go back in time to see it, wouldn’t it be obscured by trees and buildings?”

Jennifer’s smile grew. “Who said anything about watching it from the ground?”


Rubbing It In

Originally posted 2019-05-25

This was inspired by a piece of Super Goddess fanart by rpg347 on DeviantArt, seen below. Thanks to Akane for beta reading and additional contributions.


You spot Super Goddess Jennifer sauntering by on the street and immediately feel a tightness in your pants. She somehow noticed it and immediately turned her attention to you, even teleporting straight in front of you.

“Can I help you?” she asks. You can almost see an aura of raw sexual energy radiating from her. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say she is sex incarnate.

As such, you’re barely able to let out a complete sentence. “I, uh... um...”

“Well, I don’t really need to ask, do I. It’s hard to miss that bulge down there.” A snap of her fingers makes your clothes vanish, allowing your cock to stand at attention. She crouches down and examines it.

“Hm... I’ve seen worse...”

She let out a moan as her skirt and pantyhose telekinetically parted to make room for a cock of her own.

“...but I’ve also seen better.”

You can’t help but stare in awe and poorly concealed lust as your face reddens. Her smile grows as her cock became erect through willpower alone. It became longer than yours by a good eight centimeters. It was bigger, thicker, more attractive, and all-around better than yours.

Jennifer stands before a male bystander who she just magically stripped nude, smugly grinning as a penis and testicles jut out from between her pantyhose and skirt.  It's distinctly longer and thicker than the bystander's, causing him to sweat.

“Oh, does that turn you on? I would certainly think so. You know, this thing has more nerve endings in it than your entire body does. Just slightly touching it feels exponentially better than one of your orgasms. Of course...”

She reaches out and casually starts jerking you off. You cum in seconds, harder than you ever have before.

“...unlike you, it takes more stimulation than that to get me off.” She starts casually rubbing one out on her own cock. Her right arm looks like it’s in two places at once--she might be jilling simultaneously. This does the opposite of help how unbearably horny you are.

“I’ve had forces beyond your comprehension bring me to orgasms that would’ve destroyed galaxies by the dozen, if I hadn’t contained the blast. And that isn’t even taking Super Orgasms into consideration! Now that’s real ecstasy! Too bad you would be completely and utterly annihilated by even one of those!”

She laughed. You feel profoundly inadequate now. Life just became duller with the knowledge that you would never feel anywhere near as good as this goddess did just standing around. Your only real chance of feeling even remotely that good is hard drugs, but you painfully aware of how you’re almost guaranteed to ruin your life struggling to reach a high your mind is probably unable to begin comprehending.

“Well, I wouldn’t call that reason to become depressed. Actually, I have an offer for you. How’d you like to be Enhanced and part of my harem? Just imagine it: you’d be a demigod. All your needs would be exceeded, and you’d be able to get most anything you want with your powers.”

You’re too overwhelmed to respond. However, you somehow manage to let out another spurt of cum, which somehow felt even better than Jennifer’s handjob a minute ago.

Jennifer’s smile widened again as she hugs you. “Welcome aboard!”

Her cock touches yours, which somehow feels even better than that last burst of cum. You wonder if you’re already being Enhanced...

It feels so good... everything feels so good... it’s amazing... You’re about ready to pass out and let the ecstasy wash over you.

“Next stop: my mansion!”

You and she vanish in an explosion of ruby red light, accented with floating hearts. You black out not long after. The last thing you hear before losing consciousness is Jennifer’s voice.

“I just love seeing them revel in ecstasy like that....”

You’re pretty sure you smile at that before everything becomes bliss.


Excerpt from Apotheosis

Originally posted 2020-06-04

The following is an excerpt from Apotheosis, a Super Goddess story by yearends. He asked me to write the middle portion of the story, in which Jennifer experiences the full extent of her omnipotence and goes to town with it. I strongly encourage you to read the whole story and leave feedback.

The rest of the story is exclusively yearends’ work, so I’m only posting this excerpt on my sites so everything I’ve written is available in one place, same as with the SG OmniCollab.


Jennifer was high on the unrestrained power of true omnipotence. How did she ever put up with such constricting limitations?

Her mind roared with possibilities. Since her mind was now indistinguishable from reality, every idea she had came to life. Bolts of lightning shot from one end of the universe to the other, manifesting even her brain’s nerve impulses.

She produced enormous fistfuls of the building blocks of life and tossed them haphazardly into the void of space, instantly producing trillions of vibrant galaxies teeming with life of all sorts, including several that hadn’t existed before now: macroscopic and sentient bacteria, an avant-garde species composed of a new form of matter, even a galaxy populated entirely by sentient celestial bodies--there were no limits! She could even reach back in time billions of years and create a certain race destined to evolve into beings of pure energy--so, of course, she made it happen.

On a whim, literally everything became an erogenous zone. Any sort of movement anywhere, on any scale, stimulated her beyond comprehension. Super Orgasms rushed through her entire omnipresent being as beams of infinitely powerful and equally orgasmic energy. As one such beam struck a cluster of galaxies she made, their inhabitants were hypersexualized into an overwhelmingly fecund race of succubi, all innately gifted with Jennifer’s sexual mastery. A flash of light between their legs produced intricate tattoos over their wombs, enhancing their fertility, sensitivity, magical power, and, of course, marked them as hers. They were extensions of her will and senses. She experienced anything and everything they did, allowing her to enjoy the centillions of orgasms of her succubi worshipping her infinite glory in the only way appropriate for a goddess as supremely erotic as her: eternal and relentless orgies.

Without any input from her, her succubi went out of their way to ensure their fucking was enjoyable for their goddess before anything else, which actually touched her. She spread her gratitude to her demonic worshippers with another Super Orgasm-scaled blast of pure erotic energy, augmenting their orgasms to a truly unfathomable degree.

On Earth, pandemonium reigned. Humans, peak humans, and Enhanceds alike were paralyzed in the throes of orgasms more powerful than anything they had experienced before. Every ultipotent and Super Goddess was thoroughly locked away and not worth her attention. There were entire universes of lesser beings who did not yet know the true extent of her magnificence!

Over a century ago, young Elza experimented with her invulnerability in several universes of her creation. One of them caught Jennifer’s omniscient eye.

After withstanding the full force of a planet-busting space station’s main weapon, Elza destroyed the entire moon-sized station by simply inhaling, sucking the whole thing into herself. That universe served her purpose and she moved on, but she left it alone. Over the following century, plenty of other planet killers were built and destroyed--almost like it was a long-spanning trend. The government that built the superweapon Elza ultimately destroyed thought so highly of themselves, treating themselves like they ruled the universe. Despite that, they didn’t see the flaw in their logic of simply rebuilding their destroyed planet killer. Jennifer couldn’t resist the urge to teach them a lesson in humility.

Despite being the dominant superpower in their galaxy, they still thought it necessary to have excessively tight security and be as stuffy and stern as possible at all times. Even the slightest negligence of a single officer meant severe punishment for their entire platoon. Jennifer had to admit it worked, but it was certainly not healthy. She decided to start remedying that.

An armored security guard noticed her uniform was getting tight. Her body was growing larger and more voluptuous, to the point that the plastoid armor was getting bent, displaced, and ultimately falling off herself. It was designed to protect against laser fire, so it was light and not particularly sturdy--good thing, otherwise she would have suffocated before her armor gave way. Her body glove was better designed, remaining intact despite her new enormous form.

She tried to run for the nearest armory to get new armor for her enlarged form and hopefully figure out what was happening to her, but her hair was growing rapidly, filling her helmet and stifling her ability to breathe. She had to take it off to keep from asphyxiating. As she did so, the airtight seal in her suit was opened, letting the flood of pheromones that caused her sudden growth out and into the room, quickly finding their way into the station’s ventilation systems.

At that same instant, her superior entered the room and immediately froze in his tracks. He was about to chastise her for being out of uniform while on duty, but her new and profound allure caused him to swiftly disregard protocol. He dropped his pants as she unzipped her body glove and the two began fucking right then and there. Their lust produced more pheromones, enhancing their sexual attributes and getting them hornier and hornier. His cock grew larger, her body grew even more Junoesque, to the point of resembling a pair of fertility gods. The bigger they got, the more sensitive their bodies became. The rush from growing almost outweighed the experience of actual sex.

Meanwhile, pheromones rushed through the station, affecting everyone on board before long. A few particularly defiant individuals attempted to fight it, reroute the ventilation system, attempt to purge them of the pheromones, or even put on a personal respirator to save themselves, but they all ultimately succumbed. Of course, once they had, their opinion on the affliction changed completely. They all experienced their first rampant, out-of-control sexual experience of their lives and were all instantly hooked. They had no idea how it started, but every instinct they had demanded its origin be worshipped, who or whatever it was.

In under an hour, the station’s normal operations were universally ignored in favor of a 2.5 million-person orgy. Just like the first guard, everyone affected by the pheromones became sexual titans with insatiable libidos.

Jennifer’s pheromones didn’t just affect the station’s crew--it also affected the station itself, though the effects took some time to manifest. The latent power within her pheromones caused the entire station’s design to shift. Over the course of a week, it went from a spherical menace to an enormous and curvaceous sexbot, looking very much like its crew. As their lust grew, so did the station’s. Before long, it had no choice but to release all the pent-up sexual energy it built up so rapidly. The station’s main weapon transformed into a colossal penis, which promptly fired an intensely powerful beam of pure orgasmic energy.

The beam was sustained for years without end. The station’s energy reserves should have been depleted, but they never wavered in the slightest. Thanks to the unrelenting orgies of the crew within, the station gained not only enough power to function indefinitely, but also become sentient. It was just as confused as its crew upon their transformation, but it quickly put together a plan: sexually subjugate the galaxy and present it to its benefactor as tribute.

Jennifer’s focus was diverted to the galaxies with her hordes of succubi worshippers, since she intended to give them an experience they’d never forget. She was pleasantly surprised and amused by what had happened with the space station.

Accepting its tribute would have to wait, however, as her attention was abruptly torn away by an unexpected visitor.