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That's around when Simone hit superluminal speeds. The world spread out around her. Not so much red-shifted, or blue-shifted, or even plaid. Green shifted.

The world spread out, and then worlds. Then even the sun was a green-tinted glow behind her. Faster and faster she runs, crossing the interplanetary and then interstellar media.

Midgard is hers, and few indeed are the limits of the MegaMask. Indeed, the very laws of physics are no more a prior restraint to the Bringer of Chaos than speed limits, and neither have the enforcement powers to ticket her. I mean, seriously, there are cops who would try and interdimensional cop-like entities who would try, but most of those can't, and the few that might, are enjoying the show.

The green light burned behind Simone, a long ribbon connecting the giantess to her home world. The crown jewel in her muscular, chaotic dominion. Wherever her light touches, she brings power; wherever her power spreads, she lays a claim.

Did she travel in time? Were there aliens before? Were they as humanoid or as advanced as they have become?

Simone's Earth has been visited by both suspiciously human aliens and strange, curious things alike. Some have even struggled directly against the power of the Mask; the Colors Out of Space especial foes. So something must have predated her. But many of those entities are multiversal and little more constrained by the laws of time and space than her strapping thews.

There are entities that know and won't tell, smiling all the while. There are those that tell you with a certainty that she did, or she didn't. They don't know. Now and forever, the MegaMask of Simone, much greater than the Mask of Loki, is inalienably intertwined into her dimension's past, present, and future, and unto the Unbinding.

---

Elsewhere, but not as far as one might suspect...

Hunk-Dar frowned at the Omega Beast, and fiddled with his Cosmic Scanner. The Beast had been a creature capable of destroying worlds-- capable of growing so vast that it could fell stars and Star Giants alike. He'd been forced to unleash his bestial side again.

Maybe this time it will stay dead. His other half disagrees, and disagrees with its label, to boot. Not a bestial side...

Sorry, his barbaric side. Since the purple-skinned goliath is only a research/experimental scientist, and doesn't teach, he's not at all related to professor anyone. And he doesn't have a bestial side. He has a barbaric one.

He can talk more when he's being barbaric, but he tends to break things with rather more glee and less innocence. Look, it's an important distinction.

Huge is Hunk-Dar. Well over nine feet tall, with hyperdeveloped secondary muscles on top of incredibly powerful primaries, he's a sight to be beheld, especially since he never leaves his long-haired, purple-skinned body. So strange, it is; so unlike the yellowish-green of the majority of his people. His shoulders are vast beneath the special lab-suit he's designed to contain even his body when the deep passions burn in him and his muscles grow.

Not just grow, but increase, in ways very similar to the Omega Beast.

Muscles upon muscles, a familiar concept... but they will not save the pretty scientist-barbarian. To the contrary, they will doom him.

But for now, Hunk-Dar is merely an ordinary kind of massive. His shoulders are not too far off from his height, great avalanche deltoids that cap thickly-muscled arms, bulging with volcanic peaks and solid, heavy triceps supporting them like the islands to match those volcanoes. His legs are like upturned mountains in miniature, with great barrel thighs and macelike calves. Every part of him is incredibly strong and incredibly huge.

He held the Eternity Gate together when the entire output of nine Daizen Spheres could not, though the price was his sanity for more than a year. He held back the hordes of Thinitor and the Bonestiks-- alone, when he had to. He's even shut a black hole, turning the singularity onto itself, and survived the resulting explosion.

He slew the Omega Beast. Seven times, now.

It is not enough, and he doesn't even know it. He's also, well, what humans would call something of a hunk, with a face that manages both boyishness and strength, with high cheekbones and a strong jaw both, a noble brow and long, silky purple locks. This will also doom him.

Now.

The first sign was the cosmic scanner, screaming; that was bad, because the only time it even got reactions even a tenth that severe was when he pointed it at himself. He raised it, wondering if he'd have to fight the Omega Beast again, and for a moment, he thought about stripping his coat off, just in case. Things might have gone much more interesting if he had.

But the scanner wasn't pointing at the central preservation column. It was pointing past it. Oh, shit! he thought in a language not really like English, but don't most languages get to poop, eventually? Does it have a mate?

No. The creature rapidly running towards him was an omega-tier entity, it's true. In point of fact...

Simone MegaMask was and is the omega-tier entity in her dimension. The defining member of the caste, as it were; as we've said before, if there are others native to this dimension, they are few, and she...

She is the MegaMask, and generally, that's all that needs to be said, isn't it?

Frankly, Hunk-Dar would have been happy even with that much information. All he had was a screaming panoptic data intake device, heretofore unchallenged power, and some snazzy threads. FWWOOOSH!

Comes the MegaMask. Simone was there. Simone is here. Simone is.

The burst of green flame is behind her. She is actually slowing down, but still, the Cosmic Scanner doesn't have time to more than register the leading waves of reality, disrupted by her titanic, unstoppable, unparalleled might. It can't even truly make sense... of her.

The MegaMask. An enormous, immensely feminine and physically hyperdeveloped entity-- not to mention mentally and spiritually-- so great that the very fabric of space and time are no bar to her. Vastly muscled, vastly curved, vastly green in the face-- a brighter green than he's used to but... Damn, her face is so hot and she's so amazingly huge...

Pity about the pinkish brown but WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THAT WHEN SHE LOOKS BIG ENOUGH TO SMASH EVEN ME?!

Towering so tall above Hunk-Dar that even were she not hunched over he'd still barely come up to one breast, this new entity isn't just taller than him (like the Star Giants), she's point to point more muscular. Beautiful in her muscularity, with curving, smoothly-expanded mass and such incredible muscle upon muscle that even mostly just supporting her own body weight-- not that her arms must not be incredibly mass-intense just for themselves!-- she has a deeper, more richly defined and developed muscularity than his most barbaric Omega form gets when in full flexion! His shoulders are barely broader than her legs-- the supercomputer-lectern he uses as repository for universal knowledge isn't even as thick across as her calves at the broadest.

She is tremendous, this pinkish brown-bodied being. Tremendous, that's the word. Her legs are so thickly muscled that even spread out in what looks like a waveriding posture, the two huge multibarrel stretches of asteroid-struck badlands still nearly form a heart shape. Her thick, potent lateralis heads throb and he realizes that he's starting to have throbbing issues of his own-- and somehow, it seems like he didn't put enough expansion in the pants!

Because it's not just her muscles that are heartrendingly beautiful, nor is it just her face. She is in all of those things, with perfect, exquisite skin running over those impossible bulges. But her body is more than hard grooves.

It's soft curves, too, and ever so much of them. Her frame naturally exudes that; the shape of her thighs and her shoulders and her hips and even her arms form a luscious, full-bodied form that to Hunk-Dar's oddly human-like (and impossibly human-compatible) species. But, ah, those hips... That curve isn't just muscle, the way her quads and hamstrings redefine profile. Those curves form an insane amount of jigglesome butt-- butt he can only see parts of but it would yank his attention...

Were it not for the breasts he's having an enormous hard-on f-- er, having an enormous problem not just staring at and drooling endlessly. Because he is. Enormity and tremendousness follow her everywhere. Exude from every part of her being. And even more than her arms or legs, especially the tits.

Each breast is nearly as big as the rest of the torso entire. Somehow the cups of her polka-dotted minimalist garb completely clasps to them, like his own labsuit is doing far, far too tightly, for his own concerns. Mammary glands and their delectable fat and smooth, luscious skin so fat and so full and so shapely that they're virtually spheres, were it not for the columnar nipples poting out of their tips. Nipples so succulent of themselves, not merely as caps to her awe-inspiring breasts, that even in silhouette, he's drooling. He's actually drooling.

Of course, how far his jaw is dropped isn't making that easier. But all he could do was stare in shock. Since his fusion into his primary Mega Form, and ascending to the ranks of the true, rarefied Omegas, no one, no way, no how has ever even come close to him. Giants of any gender, species, or hue might be taller, but he could juggle world-breakers and out-smart twelfth-dimensional entities. Nothing-- nothing had been like him to date.

Not even the Omega Beast, in the end. One way or another, his huge bod or his huge brain and often both together could be applied to any problem. Always.

But right now, he can't move. If she puts a hand on his chest and shoves it might be the only thing with more pressure than the simple incredible magnetic atmosphere of this gigantic female. To her, he would be little more than a gymnast, lithe and short.

He barely even notices the green flame crackling behind her.

And somehow, as alien as she was, she isn't even speaking to him in Interfact, the common scientific tongue, or Interakt. She's speaking to him in his own tongue. There are barely any Eterlks outside of the home system at all-- and she doesn't look like any of them. Maybe that one strange "imposter" with an entirely different skin color from the favorite show of his youth, but...

But his mind can't wander that way any further. It's seized-- by her. "WELL, HELLLLLOOOO SAILOR!" she rumbles at him with a lurid wriggle of her hips and her brow alike. The lust in her eyes as she looks over him is...

Intimidating. The humor within them... Not comforting.

The funny thing is, it's not that she's impatient with Hunk-Dar's responses. She just never waits for him to respond at all. Not even giving him the time to interrupt, even.

Like she knows it wouldn't matter.

"DOC SAILOR?" the MegaMask checks, barreling right into, "NAVAL MEDIC? EH, TELL ME WHEN YOU FIGURE IT OUT, HOTTIE!"

And with that, she was gone. Straight back out through his wall without disturbing anything save leaving those flickering green flames. Awed, and finding his labsuit far too restrictive, he goes to check the readout.

And that's when he manages to make a sound.

To yelp. The Cosmic Scanner, rated all the way up to nine thousand...

Melted.

As the angry c-mails started to pour in from various planetary and interstellar governments, registering on the lectern, Hunk-Dar had the oddest feeling that his travails had only begun.

---

Somewhere, Brian Michael Bendis groans. "No... it's spreading... the text boxes are spreading!"

*coughs* Anyway, here's today's textacular commission for Poor Hunk-Dar. Surely, his travails are over.

Narrator: The author lies. Like, a lot.

SHOOSH.

Narrator: Shan't. It's my job.

Damnit...

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That's around when Simone hit superluminal speeds. The world spread out around her. Not so much red-shifted, or blue-shifted, or even plaid. Green shifted.

The world spread out, and then worlds. Then even the sun was a green-tinted glow behind her. Faster and faster she runs, crossing the interplanetary and then interstellar media.

Midgard is hers, and few indeed are the limits of the MegaMask. Indeed, the very laws of physics are no more a prior restraint to the Bringer of Chaos than speed limits, and neither have the enforcement powers to ticket her. I mean, seriously, there are cops who would try and interdimensional cop-like entities who would try, but most of those can't, and the few that might, are enjoying the show.

The green light burned behind Simone, a long ribbon connecting the giantess to her home world. The crown jewel in her muscular, chaotic dominion. Wherever her light touches, she brings power; wherever her power spreads, she lays a claim.

Did she travel in time? Were there aliens before? Were they as humanoid or as advanced as they have become?

Simone's Earth has been visited by both suspiciously human aliens and strange, curious things alike. Some have even struggled directly against the power of the Mask; the Colors Out of Space especial foes. So something must have predated her. But many of those entities are multiversal and little more constrained by the laws of time and space than her strapping thews.

There are entities that know and won't tell, smiling all the while. There are those that tell you with a certainty that she did, or she didn't. They don't know. Now and forever, the MegaMask of Simone, much greater than the Mask of Loki, is inalienably intertwined into her dimension's past, present, and future, and unto the Unbinding.

---

Elsewhere, but not as far as one might suspect...

Hunk-Dar frowned at the Omega Beast, and fiddled with his Cosmic Scanner. The Beast had been a creature capable of destroying worlds-- capable of growing so vast that it could fell stars and Star Giants alike. He'd been forced to unleash his bestial side again.

Maybe this time it will stay dead. His other half disagrees, and disagrees with its label, to boot. Not a bestial side...

Sorry, his barbaric side. Since the purple-skinned goliath is only a research/experimental scientist, and doesn't teach, he's not at all related to professor anyone. And he doesn't have a bestial side. He has a barbaric one.

He can talk more when he's being barbaric, but he tends to break things with rather more glee and less innocence. Look, it's an important distinction.

Huge is Hunk-Dar. Well over nine feet tall, with hyperdeveloped secondary muscles on top of incredibly powerful primaries, he's a sight to be beheld, especially since he never leaves his long-haired, purple-skinned body. So strange, it is; so unlike the yellowish-green of the majority of his people. His shoulders are vast beneath the special lab-suit he's designed to contain even his body when the deep passions burn in him and his muscles grow.

Not just grow, but increase, in ways very similar to the Omega Beast.

Muscles upon muscles, a familiar concept... but they will not save the pretty scientist-barbarian. To the contrary, they will doom him.

But for now, Hunk-Dar is merely an ordinary kind of massive. His shoulders are not too far off from his height, great avalanche deltoids that cap thickly-muscled arms, bulging with volcanic peaks and solid, heavy triceps supporting them like the islands to match those volcanoes. His legs are like upturned mountains in miniature, with great barrel thighs and macelike calves. Every part of him is incredibly strong and incredibly huge.

He held the Eternity Gate together when the entire output of nine Daizen Spheres could not, though the price was his sanity for more than a year. He held back the hordes of Thinitor and the Bonestiks-- alone, when he had to. He's even shut a black hole, turning the singularity onto itself, and survived the resulting explosion.

He slew the Omega Beast. Seven times, now.

It is not enough, and he doesn't even know it. He's also, well, what humans would call something of a hunk, with a face that manages both boyishness and strength, with high cheekbones and a strong jaw both, a noble brow and long, silky purple locks. This will also doom him.

Now.

The first sign was the cosmic scanner, screaming; that was bad, because the only time it even got reactions even a tenth that severe was when he pointed it at himself. He raised it, wondering if he'd have to fight the Omega Beast again, and for a moment, he thought about stripping his coat off, just in case. Things might have gone much more interesting if he had.

But the scanner wasn't pointing at the central preservation column. It was pointing past it. Oh, shit! he thought in a language not really like English, but don't most languages get to poop, eventually? Does it have a mate?

No. The creature rapidly running towards him was an omega-tier entity, it's true. In point of fact...

Simone MegaMask was and is the omega-tier entity in her dimension. The defining member of the caste, as it were; as we've said before, if there are others native to this dimension, they are few, and she...

She is the MegaMask, and generally, that's all that needs to be said, isn't it?

Frankly, Hunk-Dar would have been happy even with that much information. All he had was a screaming panoptic data intake device, heretofore unchallenged power, and some snazzy threads. FWWOOOSH!

Comes the MegaMask. Simone was there. Simone is here. Simone is.

The burst of green flame is behind her. She is actually slowing down, but still, the Cosmic Scanner doesn't have time to more than register the leading waves of reality, disrupted by her titanic, unstoppable, unparalleled might. It can't even truly make sense... of her.

The MegaMask. An enormous, immensely feminine and physically hyperdeveloped entity-- not to mention mentally and spiritually-- so great that the very fabric of space and time are no bar to her. Vastly muscled, vastly curved, vastly green in the face-- a brighter green than he's used to but... Damn, her face is so hot and she's so amazingly huge...

Pity about the pinkish brown but WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THAT WHEN SHE LOOKS BIG ENOUGH TO SMASH EVEN ME?!

Towering so tall above Hunk-Dar that even were she not hunched over he'd still barely come up to one breast, this new entity isn't just taller than him (like the Star Giants), she's point to point more muscular. Beautiful in her muscularity, with curving, smoothly-expanded mass and such incredible muscle upon muscle that even mostly just supporting her own body weight-- not that her arms must not be incredibly mass-intense just for themselves!-- she has a deeper, more richly defined and developed muscularity than his most barbaric Omega form gets when in full flexion! His shoulders are barely broader than her legs-- the supercomputer-lectern he uses as repository for universal knowledge isn't even as thick across as her calves at the broadest.

She is tremendous, this pinkish brown-bodied being. Tremendous, that's the word. Her legs are so thickly muscled that even spread out in what looks like a waveriding posture, the two huge multibarrel stretches of asteroid-struck badlands still nearly form a heart shape. Her thick, potent lateralis heads throb and he realizes that he's starting to have throbbing issues of his own-- and somehow, it seems like he didn't put enough expansion in the pants!

Because it's not just her muscles that are heartrendingly beautiful, nor is it just her face. She is in all of those things, with perfect, exquisite skin running over those impossible bulges. But her body is more than hard grooves.

It's soft curves, too, and ever so much of them. Her frame naturally exudes that; the shape of her thighs and her shoulders and her hips and even her arms form a luscious, full-bodied form that to Hunk-Dar's oddly human-like (and impossibly human-compatible) species. But, ah, those hips... That curve isn't just muscle, the way her quads and hamstrings redefine profile. Those curves form an insane amount of jigglesome butt-- butt he can only see parts of but it would yank his attention...

Were it not for the breasts he's having an enormous hard-on f-- er, having an enormous problem not just staring at and drooling endlessly. Because he is. Enormity and tremendousness follow her everywhere. Exude from every part of her being. And even more than her arms or legs, especially the tits.

Each breast is nearly as big as the rest of the torso entire. Somehow the cups of her polka-dotted minimalist garb completely clasps to them, like his own labsuit is doing far, far too tightly, for his own concerns. Mammary glands and their delectable fat and smooth, luscious skin so fat and so full and so shapely that they're virtually spheres, were it not for the columnar nipples poting out of their tips. Nipples so succulent of themselves, not merely as caps to her awe-inspiring breasts, that even in silhouette, he's drooling. He's actually drooling.

Of course, how far his jaw is dropped isn't making that easier. But all he could do was stare in shock. Since his fusion into his primary Mega Form, and ascending to the ranks of the true, rarefied Omegas, no one, no way, no how has ever even come close to him. Giants of any gender, species, or hue might be taller, but he could juggle world-breakers and out-smart twelfth-dimensional entities. Nothing-- nothing had been like him to date.

Not even the Omega Beast, in the end. One way or another, his huge bod or his huge brain and often both together could be applied to any problem. Always.

But right now, he can't move. If she puts a hand on his chest and shoves it might be the only thing with more pressure than the simple incredible magnetic atmosphere of this gigantic female. To her, he would be little more than a gymnast, lithe and short.

He barely even notices the green flame crackling behind her.

And somehow, as alien as she was, she isn't even speaking to him in Interfact, the common scientific tongue, or Interakt. She's speaking to him in his own tongue. There are barely any Eterlks outside of the home system at all-- and she doesn't look like any of them. Maybe that one strange "imposter" with an entirely different skin color from the favorite show of his youth, but...

But his mind can't wander that way any further. It's seized-- by her. "WELL, HELLLLLOOOO SAILOR!" she rumbles at him with a lurid wriggle of her hips and her brow alike. The lust in her eyes as she looks over him is...

Intimidating. The humor within them... Not comforting.

The funny thing is, it's not that she's impatient with Hunk-Dar's responses. She just never waits for him to respond at all. Not even giving him the time to interrupt, even.

Like she knows it wouldn't matter.

"DOC SAILOR?" the MegaMask checks, barreling right into, "NAVAL MEDIC? EH, TELL ME WHEN YOU FIGURE IT OUT, HOTTIE!"

And with that, she was gone. Straight back out through his wall without disturbing anything save leaving those flickering green flames. Awed, and finding his labsuit far too restrictive, he goes to check the readout.

And that's when he manages to make a sound.

To yelp. The Cosmic Scanner, rated all the way up to nine thousand...

Melted.

As the angry c-mails started to pour in from various planetary and interstellar governments, registering on the lectern, Hunk-Dar had the oddest feeling that his travails had only begun.

---

Somewhere, Brian Michael Bendis groans. "No... it's spreading... the text boxes are spreading!"

*coughs* Anyway, here's today's textacular commission for Poor Hunk-Dar. Surely, his travails are over.

Narrator: The author lies. Like, a lot.

SHOOSH.

Narrator: Shan't. It's my job.

Damnit...

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