Morgan (Redone) Part 3

(XXWG, cosmic gain, SSSSSSBBW)
(A little more growth this time, but all just in one scene.)



It was such a wild idea that Morgan had dismissed it at first, turning back to her current business-related goals. But once the idea was in her head, taking over another company, setting up another flag on her map paled in comparison.

She needed to grow, she needed to become more than she was. Her physical growth was already legendary, but there had to be another level to it, something beyond ‘just fatter and fatter.’

Morgan saw herself above the Earth, above all the people that she, truth be told, had not seen as peers in a long time. She was different than them, she knew that. But what could she be?

When she returned home Morgan went into exile. She stayed in her house (or rather, a specially made adjunct to it, not being able to fit into the house proper), doing nothing but eating and calculating. She was constantly surrounded by her Elite and many others who, over the years, had fallen so in love with her that they had abandoned their old lives to do nothing but bask in her presence, but she didn’t notice them. Her mind was pushed to its limits, given its first real workout ever. So much of what she was dealing with was theoretical, but that could only be expected when she was discovering things humanity by itself would not for millennia.

Outside her house the world continued to function, but it was spinning its wheels. On some primal level everyone understood that something big was about to happen, though no one could hope to know what it was going to be.

It was a month later, a full month of Morgan exercising an intellect degrees of magnitude above a regular human, before she had her answer. There was a margin of error, the possibility that she was wrong in some way and this would fail, but she had no choice. Morgan was not only ready to ascend, she needed to. Thrive or die.

It took another two weeks before everything was ready. Special equipment Morgan had designed needed to be built, some of it overseen by her personally, the specifications needing to be so precise.

When all was ready Morgan and a handful of Elites flew to Utah, to an empty expanse of about twenty square miles devoid of anything except shrubs and rocks. This is where it would happen.

Under her direction the Elites set up the equipment and then, on her orders, vacated the area, leaving her alone. If it didn’t work they would come back for her, and if it did she would not need their assistance anymore.

Morgan could sense the sadness in them at the thought that they would never see her again, and she felt a bit sad she would never see them. A last bit of human nostalgia.

Once enough time had passed for the Elites to get clear, Morgan turned on the machines. It was excruciating, waiting for them to power up and begin their job, and not just because Morgan had gone a full ten minutes since eating.

Finally, action. On a pole erected five miles away there were two prongs facing away from each other. A beam of light shot out of one prong, off into the distance. It hit somewhere at the horizon, then began glowing stronger.

After a moment of this the second prong began to glow. Morgan braced herself, right before second prong shot a different beam at her.

Light filled her eyes, even as her lids were clenched shut. She could feel it working, every cell of her body being ignited as she began to inflate like a balloon.

A dozen miles away, where the first beam of light hit the ground, the earth was disappearing. A dimple in the ground appeared, growing deeper and wider as the matter of the earth was turned into energy and sent back to Morgan, sent into Morgan, where her body converted the energy back into matter. Into fat.

The first stage had worked; Morgan had developed a way to absorb matter and take her growth to an even grander level. Her weight rose, higher and faster, faster and higher. She passed the three ton mark within minutes, and in less time she was over four tons. Then five, six, seven. Her body was rising higher into the air, her ass cheeks lifting her up, but her belly growing even faster and preventing her from seeing over the top of it. Even her arms were becoming too fat to move, her elbows and wrists being swallowed by all the new fat.

Morgan was in ecstasy. All the joy and pleasure she had experienced gaining weight the old-fashioned way paled in comparison to this. Even if the second phase didn’t work this had been worth it, she decided.

But then she realized the second stage was working. Once she began to grow accustomed to the indescribable pleasure of the feeling of her growth, she realized she was experiencing something else.

She was experiencing everything.

Her ability to perceive the world around her was no longer limited to her five sense, to the immediate world around her. She could sense things happening miles away, see things happening on the microscopic level, hear the movement of the Earth and the stars.

She was ascending. She was becoming a goddess.

Overwhelmed both by the pleasure of her growth and the over-stimulation of her expanded senses, Morgan lost all track of time. Her growth felt both instant and endless.

And then she was gone. Morgan’s body, so mountainous it was on the verge of overtaking the equipment that had been set up miles from her, just blinked out. Once she was gone the machines ceased working; in a while the Elites would come back and follow Morgan’s instructions to strip down the machines to their basic components, wiping the hard drives of the computers with magnets and then burning them. The only evidence of Morgan’s experiment that would remain was the valley-sized hole in the desert.

Even without her guidance Morgan’s business empire would endure; she had selected qualified people to run the various companies and holdings, and before leaving this world she had set up a system so that all the money that went to her would be directed to a variety of non-profits to continue to help the world and humanity.

If that had been that, Morgan’s mark on the world would have been everlasting. Without her continued presence on Earth, dominating media attention and guiding people’s tastes and purchasing decisions just by being herself, the grip of Morgan’s business empire would slowly slacken. Rival companies would spring up, some of them unsuccessful, some of them successful. The McFadden brand would become less ubiquitous, but it would last.

But that was not that. Morgan’s influence on the world would only be gone for three days, three days during which the world held its breath, wondering what was to happen.

Despite there being countless records and histories already written about Morgan and her rise to the top of the world, these three days were a blank to humanity. No ordinary human would ever know what Morgan had seen and done between her disappearance that summer night and her glorious return.

***

The blinding fire of delight Morgan felt while growing reached an apex, and all too soon the newly born goddess became used to experiencing such indescribable pleasure. As she grew less overwhelmed, she focused more on where she was.

She was in a void. Nothingness surrounded her, there was nothing but her. But there was so much her.

When she had left Earth Morgan was a human mountain; between her exit and her coming to her senses now she had grown far, far bigger. Looking out Morgan could only see a field of pink, and she knew it was all her. Expanding her consciousness outward, she stepped out of her body to look at just how big she was.

She orgasmed at the sight. She had eclipsed even her most liberal estimates.

Morgan was so big that scale became superfluous. Comparing her body to anything less than a universe would not be adequate, and comparing it to a universe would only be useful in that it gave a person a mere idea of how big she was. But the true scope of her size was inconceivable. Her girth was something that could only be grasped on a conceptual level. The reality would overwhelm any person, assuming their brain didn’t look at her and say “Nope. Too big. Can’t process. Let’s not even try. Let’s just say there’s pink flesh everywhere and leave it at that.”

But Morgan’s mind was not that of a normal human. She could take it all in; even better, she could take in all the tactile sensation her body was feeling. There was nothingness surrounding her, but she felt something. Over every inch of her body she felt something touching her, rubbing against her, and all that sensation just brought her more pleasure. Like being immersed in warm water, only better.

Even in a place outside of time, Morgan could feel its passage. She did not bother to track it as she came to terms with her new body, and began testing the limits of her consciousness. She realized the feeling all around her was the edge of the universe or plane of reality she was inhabiting. Testing her new power, she pushed against the edge and was pleased to find it expand outwards. The sensation of being in water left her, which meant the heavenly pleasure she experienced was muted a bit.

This freed her focus up such that she could make another discovery: she was on a plane of reality adjacent to the one she had just come from. Without even trying she was able to look at the universe she had just left, all of it at once. Every galaxy, every star, every molecule and atom. Macro and micro, she saw it all.

And then she focused, and she found the little blue dot that didn’t even register in the vast inky expanse. She zoomed in on it, taking in just the Earth, but everything about it at once.

Not much time had passed, it seemed. Just a couple days. She could see all the people going about their lives, though many of them were idle, caught up in the news of, what else, her disappearance. All over the world nations and conglomerations were nervously trying to figure out how to carry on without Morgan’s guiding hand. Would everything she had built fall away now, would society return to its fractured state with countries eyeing each other wearily, a select few holding power over the many? Would the utopia she had been guiding them towards vanish?

Outside of the boardrooms and presidential offices, countless millions were actually praying to Morgan. Her Elites had started to scatter, going out into the world to preach her ‘gospel.’ She could feel all the emotion from them, the adoration mixed with despair at the thought of being rejected by her. It both warmed and broke her heart.

And she floated there, wondering what to do. Should she return to them, become the goddess they wanted her to be? Guiding them like children to peace and prosperity for all?

Morgan decided yes. As with her business empire, she both wanted the love and prestige they were offering her, and she wanted to be worthy of it. She would not be a cruel goddess, not a demanding one, but a patient, loving one.

But before she could figure out how best to contact the peoples of the world, how to make herself known to them without entering their plane of existence (and thus smooshing everything in that universe with her incalculable girth), she heard a voice.

“Well, I’d call that a success.”

Morgan was stunned. It was a deep voice, sonorous and coming from everywhere at once. For the first time in years Morgan felt… intimidated. Powerless.

“Hello?” She tentatively asked.

“Hello.” The voice replied, so booming Morgan wasn’t sure it was legitimately kind or if she just wanted it to be.

“Who are you?”

“I am… an observer. Or in this case, an experimenter. Call me… what’s an ordinary name where you’re from? Call me Mary.”

“Where are you, Mary?”

“Think of it this way: just as you’re above the universe you just came from, observing all of it from afar, I’m above your universe. I am to you as you are to the humans you were once numbered among.”

“Are you… God?” Morgan said, cowed into forgetting her own divinity and power.

The voice laughed long and loud.

“First off, I’m a woman. So it would be, am I Goddess? And the answer is no. I’m someone like you, only more so. There was once a time, eons ago, when I was a young girl, and then a young woman. And I grew, and I kept growing, until I am beyond so much of what humans think is the alpha and omega of existence.”

“You’re… like me.” Morgan said.

“Yes, but more so. Maybe someday you will grow to where I am, your consciousness and power expanding along with your body, and you’ll experience what I mean.”

“If you’re so much above me, why are you talking to me?”

“The thing is… I wasn’t really expecting you to hear me. I was just talking to myself, which I usually do since this is a pretty lonely existence, and I was surprised when you talked back.”

“OK. But why were you watching me?”

“Curiosity. I said I was an experimenter a moment ago, and… well, you were the experiment.”

“What?” Morgan felt herself sinking, the feeling of being small and helpless growing.

“You’ve wondered why this happened to you, why you were different. It was me.”

“Why?”

“That’s a bit of a story, but I’ll explain. If I ramble, feel free to cut me off. It’s been ages since I talked to someone and I’m afraid my manners may have atrophied.

“The first thing to understand is that the universe you’re looking at now, the one you just left, was not the one you were born into. You were born in an alternate universe virtually indistinguishable from this one. The only difference was in you, and your counterpart.

“Your counterpart was born with the superhuman abilities you’ve exhibited over the past five years: an appetite and capacity for food that were inhuman, an overpowering influence on anyone you spoke to or were simply near for a while, and a mental capacity that grew with your body.

“The alternate you didn’t discover right away that she had any of these mutations, but she grew up knowing of their results. From her time as a child she had her mother spoiling her, giving her whatever she wanted, and when she entered adolescence she had her pick of the boys at school.”

Morgan remembered the Winter Formal photo of ‘her’ and the star football player.

“Your counterpart grew up selfish and entitled, and before she left high school she discovered the nature of her powers. She realized she wasn’t just popular because of normal reasons like an engaging personality (she didn’t have one, really), but that she made herself loved and admired just by being near people.

“She liked this, in a wicked, selfish way. She no longer bothered with schoolwork or her chores, instead telling her teachers to give her A’s, demanding her mother clean her room or fix her whatever she was in the mood for. She bossed around her peers, making herself a pampered queen of the school.

“She would be carried around on a palanquin by the football team, given massages and fed by hand by the students. When she graduated she decided to set her sights higher. She went to the largest mansion in the town and demanded the people living there give it to her, which they did. She would be taken to restaurants and gorge herself into a food coma, the staff waiting on her hand and foot and ordered to ignore the other customers. She would go into stores and take whatever she wanted - actually she would have her entourage, always growing, pick up the items; she never walked or did a modicum of physical exertion by this point.

“She quickly became spiteful, ordering stores closed and buildings torn down just because she felt slighted; because a restaurant didn’t serve her fast enough, or because a clothing store didn’t have anything to cover her obese body.

“No one would question her, no one would tell her ‘no,’ and your counterpart continued demanding more. She ordered an apartment complex vacated and leveled, and in its place a statue of her erected. She had the schools shut down because she decided there was no need for education besides ‘Serve Morgan and give her whatever she wants.’

“Like a tick bloating off the blood of a deer, Evil Morgan grew fatter and more demanding on the sweat and toil of the town.

“But it wasn’t enough. It didn’t take long for her to bring the entire town under her control, every man, woman and child serving her and her needs. But to her they were all stupid peons, beneath her notice. She got sick of the, as she called it, ‘backwoods hicksville,’ and she moved onto the world at large.

“She grew faster than you did, Morgan, which wasn’t surprising as food was the only thing that continued to give her unbridled joy. And it wasn’t long before she realized her ability to influence grew with her fat. When she came to Chicago she was already over a ton. Carried down the highway on a giant throne, she watched cars and trucks pull over, the people getting out and following her as she drew them into her web. When she reached the city she was taken to a stadium, packed for a football game, and she was carried onto the field and addressed them on the speakers (I believe her proclamation was ‘Listen up shit-for-brains, I’m your new queen. Do what I say, when I say it. Got that?’). In one act she had tens of thousands of new followers, and by the end of the day her face was being broadcast on every local station. Within a couple days a city of millions was under her foot.

“You can probably imagine how things progressed from there. Your counterpart would do nothing but eat and occasionally bark out orders from then on, growing rapidly in size and power. As word of her spread, as her image was sent around the world, more people found themselves falling for the cruel, greedy woman.

“In a few months the world was unrecognizable from what it had been. Evil Morgan demanded all statues and monuments of people not her be either destroyed or converted to look like her. The people gladly did this, eager to please her. Then she demanded all business and government be dissolved. She was the leader now, all industry would only be to meet her needs (and, she ceded in an act of immense generosity, to feed and clothe all her slaves with the bare minimum necessary). Entire cities were razed and replaced with ever large monuments to her beauty and gluttony. Entire countries were emptied as people were ordered to make the pilgrimage to her.

“And then came the day, only a year and a half after your counterpart had graduated and begun using her powers in earnest, when she ascended. She had become so fat, her mental acuity so great, that she left the physical realm and became, like you, a goddess.

“It should not surprise you to learn that attaining godhood did not have a humbling effect on her. While the people of her world lamented the disappearance of their queen, wondering what they had done to anger her, the universe around them was rapidly shrinking.

“Evil Morgan was eating it. Within moments even her homeworld was gone, sacrificed to fuel her continued growth. And then she turned to other universes, devouring mercilessly and without regard for the trillions upon trillions of lives she was consuming.

“Your counterpart would go on to become one of the most insatiable, gluttonous beings in existence, eating so much, so fast that the fabric of reality itself would begin to fray.

“I saw all this, and I had to prevent it. I could have stopped her, in the traditional way, but there was something so unseemly about her that the mere sight of her disgusted me.

“Instead I tried a different tactic. I altered reality itself, to prevent your counterpart’s ascension in the first place. I didn’t kill her when she was a baby or a little girl; that seemed too cruel. Plus, and don’t ask me to explain it because even I don’t quite understand it, I knew there had to be A goddess ascending from this universe. That could not be avoided.

“So instead I focused on finding a different Morgan. I considered thousands of alternate versions of your counterpart, and you stood out. You had, deep within you, the same appetite as her, the same drive that fueled your growth to its present state, but without having the powers she did from birth you had grown up far more humble.

“I was afraid you might be overwhelmed by your new powers, turning as selfish as your counterpart had been. But, fortunately, you weren’t. You were mature, and even as you took advantage of your gifts you never let them consume you.

“So yes, I would consider this a success. Your counterpart was sent into your old body, one without any gifts. If you’re interested you can seek her out in your old universe. It’s about three planes over by 56 degrees.”

It took Morgan a moment to understand what the voice had meant, but when she saw her old body, now inhabited by her counterpart, she understood the directions perfectly. Navigating her focus through the multiverse wasn’t as simple as turning the pages in a book.

Evil Morgan didn’t seem to have changed much without her superhuman influence and capacity. It was clear she was still greedy, gluttonous and demanding.

22 years old, Evil Morgan was a fat, lazy slug of a woman. She had moved out of home upon graduating (barely squeaking by when forced to get by on her own academic merits) and got a job at a fast food place, making liberal use of the free food benefit.

She was fired in less than six months for stealing from the register, but she landed on her feet when she met a medical student who was into fat women. He was also easily cowed, and in short order Morgan had moved in with him and gotten a quicky wedding that would guarantee her a pampered life either in marriage or divorce.

At this current moment (Morgan had yet to figure out how to look through time as easily as she did through space) Evil Morgan was sitting on a couch, filling the entire thing and flowing over the arm rests, her great belly hovering inches over the ground. She was eating from a mixing bowl filled with ice cream and brownies, eyes glued to the TV set. A man, apparently her husband, came in and gave her a large mug filled with milkshake. She took it without acknowledging him.

He sidled onto the armrest, leaning over onto Evil Morgan’s fleshy side.

“Darling? Have you give any more thought to having children?”

Already repulsed by the story of Evil Morgan, doubly repulsed by not just seeing her but seeing through her, into her very soul, Morgan shivered with disgust at the idea of her counterpart breeding.

Concentrating all her power, Morgan imagined her counterpart becoming barren, unable to be impregnated. And then, surprisingly, it happened. Morgan could actually see her counterpart’s ovaries shriveling up.

She could change reality.

“That wasn’t very nice.” The voice boomed.

“Tell me it was uncalled for.”

No answer came.

Morgan’s thoughts returned to something that had been bothering her about ‘Mary’s’ story.

“You said my counterpart, when she had been a goddess, had eaten entire universes?”

“Yes.”

“How is such a thing possible?”

“A universe is matter. A lot of matter. And Evil Morgan had, and you now have, grown beyond being sated by just a take-out order from a Chinese place. Do you not feel hungry?”

Morgan thought about it, and realized yes, her eternal hunger was still there, under her rampant pleasure.

“But I can’t eat the universe. What about all those people? It’s monstrous!”

“Was it monstrous for you, as a human, to eat the meat of lesser creatures? You are no longer human, Morgan. You are a goddess. Morality is different for you now, just as your perception of existence is.”

Morgan shook her head, though with no neck and cheeks the size of big rig tires it wasn’t noticeable.

“No, it isn’t. There’s still right and wrong, good and evil.”

The voice was silent for a moment.

“You were a good person, Morgan, all things considered. You’ll be a good goddess, it seems. But you’ll learn. You still need to eat, or your hunger will overwhelm you and in desperation you’ll consume whatever you can find. You do not have to eat your adopted universe, but you will have to eat sooner or later. I wish you luck in finding a solution.”

And Morgan could feel that ‘Mary’ was no longer looking down on her, wherever she was.

She turned her attention back to her adopted Earth.

She would be a good goddess, she decided. If only to her followers.