Beyond omega-level
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
erik
I am The Watcher. It is my duty to observe the myriad dimensions within the multiverse. I made a vow to never interfere with what goes on in a dimension. Some dimensions are almost identical to the ones you know, while others are...wildly different. Some are so different, in fact, that my simple question of "What if" goes to...."what the fuck" if you pardon my language.
Ororo Munroe has always been a mistress of the elements. In other dimensions, such as the one in this tale, she has fully embraced her godhood and is acknowledged as a goddess around the world. And, as her cult grows in number in this dimension, she not only grows in power but in size as well.
It should be noted, however, that in this particular dimension there are far fewer mutants in the world. There's no X-Men and the number of superheroes are low in numbers.
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A deafening crack of thunder woke Jonathan Myles. His eyes shot open to see an overcast sky. For the next few minutes he tried to remember where he was but to no avail. His memory was hazy. The last thing he remembered was driving down an old logging road that hadn't seen regular maintenance for close to a century. He had been in his own truck exploring the countryside when he decided to go down a road less travelled. He remembered going down the logging road quite a ways before coming to a mile marker. Was it ten miles or twenty? After thinking about it Jonathan suddenly remembered that it had been the twenty-five mile marker. The absolute last thing he remembered was that he saw a handmade sign just beyond that mile marker. The sign had something on it. Something written. He just couldn't remember what the writing said. After that his memories ended.
Jonathan took a look around his surroundings. He was in the middle of a bowl-shaped hollow. The hollow was barely twenty feet in diameter. The sides of the hollow told Jonathan that it was almost certainly artificial. Mother nature simply didn't do 90 degree turns. The hollow was, as far as Jonathan could tell, a near perfect sphere. One thing was for sure; Jonathan was stuck in the hollow without aid. The hollow was a good forty feet deep and Jonathan could see that the hollow was surrounded by trees. It was a good bet that the hollow was in a clearing.
Jonathan rose to his feet to see that the middle of the hollow had baskets of food as well as other provisions. He was located somewhat near the middle. Jonathan's first instinct was to call for help but he had the growing suspicion that he was alone, given he had woken up in the middle of a heavily forested area.
Figuring that he might as well take stock on the situation, Jonathan walked over to the baskets of food. A quick inspection was all it took for Jonathan to notice there was a handwritten note in one of the baskets of food. Jonathan pulled out the note and read the words on it: "Woe to those who would steal tribute to our goddess"
"That's a lot of tribute" mumbled Jonathan as he saw there were nearly two dozen baskets (and crates) of food. All types of food too although each basket only had one type of food. So.....he had been placed here to be a tribute to a god? Which god? Was there some kind of forest god out here?
A loud crack of thunder made Jonathan look up. There, high in the air almost directly above where he stood, he saw a speck. He narrowed his eyes as he realized that the speck was getting bigger as it, whatever it was, got closer and closer to him. Two minutes went by and Jonathan slowly came to the conclusion that the speck wasn't a bird or, indeed, any other animal. The unknown object came closer. It was roughly the size of a 747 as far as Jonathan could tell.
It wasn't long until it was clear that whatever was coming down was an actual person. If it was indeed a person it had to be a mutant. Jonathan himself didn't know the exact number of mutants living in the world but it was likely just below two million or so. It was such a rarity to see a mutant. Some thought that mutants were the next stage of human evolution but, if they were, why wasn't there much more of them? One would think that if mutants were the future of humanity there would be more of them.
The mutant became recognizable to Jonathan when she was just above the sunken hollow. Jonathan's eyes went wide as he realized the identity of the mutant. Nearly everyone on Earth knew who this mutant was and Jonathan knew why the note spoke of stealing tribute to a god.
Ororo Munroe landed outside the hollow and peered down at Jonathan. The eyes of the most powerful mutant in the world were a stark white and, at first glance, she didn't appear to have pupils. She was sixty feet tall judging by the trees around her. Her ebony skin didn't have a blemish to it. She wore her silver-white hair in an elegant ponytail which reached nearly to her waist. On each ear she wore large hoop earrings. She was wearing dark clothing that was no doubt custom-made for her alone. Jonathan just gazed in wonder at the woman who was the closest thing to an actual deity that the Earth ever had. Ororo had a worldwide cult in almost every country. While no actual numbers were revealed about just how many people worshipped her, it was estimated that a third of the entire population of Earth belonged to her cult.
"It's not often my tributes include humans" Ororo said in a deep, rich voice that sounded regal. Her expression was unreadable to Jonathan. Ororo scooped up both Jonathan and the food baskets. Her skin was so soft that it would put clouds to shame. Ororo opened her mouth to say something when she was interrupted by a crack of thunder.
"This is what happens when I let nature take over" sighed Ororo raising a hand to the sky. Several lightning bolts shot forth from her fingers. The lightning bolts parted the clouds like the Red Sea. Within moments there wasn't a single cloud in the sky whereas before it had been an overcast day with a thunderstorm somewhere nearby.
"Wow" was all that Jonathan could muster.
"So," said Ororo after she ate all the baskets of food in the hand opposite of the one she was holding Jonathan. Jonathan could see the subtle lump travel down her throat and, all of a sudden, he felt a mad desire to be swallowed alive. Just why he would want to get eaten was beyond him. "are you a volunteer?"
Jonathan couldn't muster his voice just yet. He only stared blankly at Ororo.
"Stunned into silence by my beauty are you?" asked Ororo, her voice tinged with amusement. The sight of her slight smile made Jonathan want to melt into a puddle of goo. He had never seen a woman as beautiful as the one before him now.
"Not that I care all that much whether or not you're a volunteer" said Ororo. "not when you were with my tribute. Are you prepared to become one with my perfection"
It took a moment for Jonathan to realize that it wasn't a question. He was going to be eaten by this goddess of a mutant....and he could do nothing to prevent it.
"Don't give me that look," said Ororo seeing the look on Jonathan's face. "you should be honored to be my meal"
"I'm not a volunteer" blurted out Jonathan as Ororo moved him closer to her face. He made eye contact with Ororo a moment later. He immediately felt as if a weight was lifted from his heart. He also felt a great wave of calm coming over him. Before he hadn't been all that enthusiastic at being a snack for the gigantic Ororo. But now?
"Oh, so you do have a tongue" said Ororo.
"Yes..." said Jonathan in a faraway voice. "....I can't remember how I got here. Last thing I remember was driving down the road. I saw a sign and my memory just stops there"
"Hmm...sounds like you were nabbed" said Ororo thoughtfully.
"Maybe" said Jonathan in a voice that didn't suit him.
"Well, whatever" said Ororo dismissively. Without further ado, Ororo tossed Jonathan into her mouth. She wasted little time in savoring Jonathan's flavor before swallowing him down.
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Author's Note: Yeah, I'm doing yet another story involving a character being a god. I'd like to think that somewhere in the multiverse there's a dimension in which all the superheroes are actual gods. Everything is possible, especially in the world of comic books.
Ororo Munroe has always been a mistress of the elements. In other dimensions, such as the one in this tale, she has fully embraced her godhood and is acknowledged as a goddess around the world. And, as her cult grows in number in this dimension, she not only grows in power but in size as well.
It should be noted, however, that in this particular dimension there are far fewer mutants in the world. There's no X-Men and the number of superheroes are low in numbers.
*******
A deafening crack of thunder woke Jonathan Myles. His eyes shot open to see an overcast sky. For the next few minutes he tried to remember where he was but to no avail. His memory was hazy. The last thing he remembered was driving down an old logging road that hadn't seen regular maintenance for close to a century. He had been in his own truck exploring the countryside when he decided to go down a road less travelled. He remembered going down the logging road quite a ways before coming to a mile marker. Was it ten miles or twenty? After thinking about it Jonathan suddenly remembered that it had been the twenty-five mile marker. The absolute last thing he remembered was that he saw a handmade sign just beyond that mile marker. The sign had something on it. Something written. He just couldn't remember what the writing said. After that his memories ended.
Jonathan took a look around his surroundings. He was in the middle of a bowl-shaped hollow. The hollow was barely twenty feet in diameter. The sides of the hollow told Jonathan that it was almost certainly artificial. Mother nature simply didn't do 90 degree turns. The hollow was, as far as Jonathan could tell, a near perfect sphere. One thing was for sure; Jonathan was stuck in the hollow without aid. The hollow was a good forty feet deep and Jonathan could see that the hollow was surrounded by trees. It was a good bet that the hollow was in a clearing.
Jonathan rose to his feet to see that the middle of the hollow had baskets of food as well as other provisions. He was located somewhat near the middle. Jonathan's first instinct was to call for help but he had the growing suspicion that he was alone, given he had woken up in the middle of a heavily forested area.
Figuring that he might as well take stock on the situation, Jonathan walked over to the baskets of food. A quick inspection was all it took for Jonathan to notice there was a handwritten note in one of the baskets of food. Jonathan pulled out the note and read the words on it: "Woe to those who would steal tribute to our goddess"
"That's a lot of tribute" mumbled Jonathan as he saw there were nearly two dozen baskets (and crates) of food. All types of food too although each basket only had one type of food. So.....he had been placed here to be a tribute to a god? Which god? Was there some kind of forest god out here?
A loud crack of thunder made Jonathan look up. There, high in the air almost directly above where he stood, he saw a speck. He narrowed his eyes as he realized that the speck was getting bigger as it, whatever it was, got closer and closer to him. Two minutes went by and Jonathan slowly came to the conclusion that the speck wasn't a bird or, indeed, any other animal. The unknown object came closer. It was roughly the size of a 747 as far as Jonathan could tell.
It wasn't long until it was clear that whatever was coming down was an actual person. If it was indeed a person it had to be a mutant. Jonathan himself didn't know the exact number of mutants living in the world but it was likely just below two million or so. It was such a rarity to see a mutant. Some thought that mutants were the next stage of human evolution but, if they were, why wasn't there much more of them? One would think that if mutants were the future of humanity there would be more of them.
The mutant became recognizable to Jonathan when she was just above the sunken hollow. Jonathan's eyes went wide as he realized the identity of the mutant. Nearly everyone on Earth knew who this mutant was and Jonathan knew why the note spoke of stealing tribute to a god.
Ororo Munroe landed outside the hollow and peered down at Jonathan. The eyes of the most powerful mutant in the world were a stark white and, at first glance, she didn't appear to have pupils. She was sixty feet tall judging by the trees around her. Her ebony skin didn't have a blemish to it. She wore her silver-white hair in an elegant ponytail which reached nearly to her waist. On each ear she wore large hoop earrings. She was wearing dark clothing that was no doubt custom-made for her alone. Jonathan just gazed in wonder at the woman who was the closest thing to an actual deity that the Earth ever had. Ororo had a worldwide cult in almost every country. While no actual numbers were revealed about just how many people worshipped her, it was estimated that a third of the entire population of Earth belonged to her cult.
"It's not often my tributes include humans" Ororo said in a deep, rich voice that sounded regal. Her expression was unreadable to Jonathan. Ororo scooped up both Jonathan and the food baskets. Her skin was so soft that it would put clouds to shame. Ororo opened her mouth to say something when she was interrupted by a crack of thunder.
"This is what happens when I let nature take over" sighed Ororo raising a hand to the sky. Several lightning bolts shot forth from her fingers. The lightning bolts parted the clouds like the Red Sea. Within moments there wasn't a single cloud in the sky whereas before it had been an overcast day with a thunderstorm somewhere nearby.
"Wow" was all that Jonathan could muster.
"So," said Ororo after she ate all the baskets of food in the hand opposite of the one she was holding Jonathan. Jonathan could see the subtle lump travel down her throat and, all of a sudden, he felt a mad desire to be swallowed alive. Just why he would want to get eaten was beyond him. "are you a volunteer?"
Jonathan couldn't muster his voice just yet. He only stared blankly at Ororo.
"Stunned into silence by my beauty are you?" asked Ororo, her voice tinged with amusement. The sight of her slight smile made Jonathan want to melt into a puddle of goo. He had never seen a woman as beautiful as the one before him now.
"Not that I care all that much whether or not you're a volunteer" said Ororo. "not when you were with my tribute. Are you prepared to become one with my perfection"
It took a moment for Jonathan to realize that it wasn't a question. He was going to be eaten by this goddess of a mutant....and he could do nothing to prevent it.
"Don't give me that look," said Ororo seeing the look on Jonathan's face. "you should be honored to be my meal"
"I'm not a volunteer" blurted out Jonathan as Ororo moved him closer to her face. He made eye contact with Ororo a moment later. He immediately felt as if a weight was lifted from his heart. He also felt a great wave of calm coming over him. Before he hadn't been all that enthusiastic at being a snack for the gigantic Ororo. But now?
"Oh, so you do have a tongue" said Ororo.
"Yes..." said Jonathan in a faraway voice. "....I can't remember how I got here. Last thing I remember was driving down the road. I saw a sign and my memory just stops there"
"Hmm...sounds like you were nabbed" said Ororo thoughtfully.
"Maybe" said Jonathan in a voice that didn't suit him.
"Well, whatever" said Ororo dismissively. Without further ado, Ororo tossed Jonathan into her mouth. She wasted little time in savoring Jonathan's flavor before swallowing him down.
****
Author's Note: Yeah, I'm doing yet another story involving a character being a god. I'd like to think that somewhere in the multiverse there's a dimension in which all the superheroes are actual gods. Everything is possible, especially in the world of comic books.
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