Halo

"I love you, David."

"I love you too, Megan."

"Don't be mad. I just get jealous sometimes. It makes me think, if I were prettier, maybe you wouldn't see other girls in that way."

David sighed. "It's not that way, Megan. It really was just an observation. Like, haven't you ever admired the way another man or woman looks? But that doesn't mean you're going to leave me because of it, right?"

"I know, I know. It's really insecure. Still, I wish I were so pretty that you only had eyes for me."

"That'd be quite something," he chuckled. "Probably nobody in the world could take their eyes off you then."

"Oh yeah? Then so be it! Princess Megan, superhero alias Power Princess, most beautiful girl in the world, irresistible to all who lay eyes on her towering beauty, men and women alike!"

It started in a blink. Megan's already long legs began to lengthen, providing most of the height that she was gaining. Her elegant toes were so dainty and perfect, looking as if she had a permanent pedicure. Her calves swelled with a feminine bulge of muscle, something that she had never achieved considering there was no way to actually exercise and sculpt her superhuman body. Her thighs grew stronger, tighter, moving apart as her hips began to flare.

Her waist slimmed to barbie doll-like proportions, but no barbie had a shredded 6-pack like this. Her toned muscle rippled mesmerizingly with every movement of her body; every flex, every stretch, every lilt of laughter. It would make fitness models and bodybuilders die of envy--so strong, yet so aesthetically pleasing.

Her breasts swelled underneath her work blouse, pushing the nylon upward and out. It untucked itself from black slacks, rising to show off her sculpted midsection. Her uniform's buttons creaked from the punishment of her budding bosom, snapping off and flying away to ping off the wall. Her name badge met the same fate.

Her eyebrows grew slightly thicker, eyelashes longer and more striking, devastatingly contrasting the glowing ice blue sapphires she called her eyes. Her nose curved into a slightly pointed tip, her cheekbones rose higher, and her entire face radiated a healthy glow. Foundation, blush, mascara, all of it would only diminish her beauty.

Her previously thin lips plumped, the pink glossy flesh looking so soft to the touch. Anyone lucky enough to receive a kiss would taste her subtle cherry sweetness.

Her long blonde tresses extended even further down, tracing the curves of her sleek, shapely back. Her skin was perfectly even, perfectly smooth, a delight to touch, and even more mind-bending to taste. Finally, the golden silk she called her hair stopped just below the tight hemispheres of her perfect bubble butt.

David chuckled at her outrageous fantasy and gave the steel cables she called her arms a squeeze before leaning in for a kiss. Megan puckered up as well, and David suddenly gasped and froze on the spot, his rigid erection firing load after powerful load into his jeans.

"Oops, sorry babe! I didn't mean to be too sexy for you to handle! It was an accident, I promise! I'll block you from blowing it next time." She still couldn't help but smirk at his uncontrollable reaction.

David could only grunt as he emptied himself violently. She reached out with a finger to feel his pulsing erection.

"All done?" she chirped when his ejaculations finally abated.

He nodded droopily.

"Great!"

She leaned in for a kiss, her cherry lips and tantalizing tongue sending David's heart soaring and body spasming once again. Controlling and denying his orgasm, she picked him up and cradled his helpless, twitching form as she floated to the bedroom. It was Tuesday, after all.

"David!"

"You again!? What do you want! I'm working!" He examined her face critically. Why had he been so impressed with her beauty before? It was nothing compared to Megan.

"Like I said, my name is Lala. I'm an angel."

"Is this some kind of prank?"

She let her trench coat fall to the ground and flexed her large, elegant wings. The effortless complex motion removed any doubt that this could be some kind of costume.

"Holy shit! I wasn't seeing things after all," he muttered.

Lala grimaced. "Could you please not use that blasphemous language around me?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry. Um... what can I do for you?"

"I was, ahem, watching over you and Megan, when, uh, someone knocked a halo out of my hands and into your realm. Have you seen any such thing?"

"A halo? Like a big golden ring above your head?"

Lala conjured her own into existence and pointed at it.

"Nope, sorry, haven't seen anything like that."

"Well, has anything weird been happening? Anything out of the usual? These holy objects aren't meant for mortal hands."

"I mean, I don't think so. Megan and I are getting along really great. That's... actually a bit weird, now that I think about it."

Lala rolled her eyes. Maybe she'd have to find another pair of mortals to watch after she recovered the halo.

"Okay, well, it's really important. I mean, Heaven and Earth important. You understand, David?" Her eyes glowed, reinforcing the point into his mind. Images of earth exploding, nuclear holocaust, people devolving into fish...

"Holy shit! I mean, um, ho... pey... doo?"

Lala grimaced again. "Just stop."

"Okay, what can I do?"

She spun a finger in circles, materializing a little red circular button. It read "Lala!" in bold white letters.

"Just press this if you think of anything, will you? I'll come right over."

"Okay, Lala. I got it."

"Thanks David. I gotta continue my search. You're my favorite, you know? I was always watching you."

"Aw, thanks Lala!"

Power Princess was posing in front of the media. She had just foiled a bank robbery with absolutely zero injuries and zero collateral damage. In each outstretched arm dangled the perpetrators, both with their rifles bent and looped around their wrists.

"Power Princess! Power Princess!" everyone chanted.

All eyes were on her. She flashed her thousand-watt smile in front of the flashing cameras. Everyone's heart soared as tears of joy ran down their faces.

"Power Princess! You weren't even nearby when the first bullet was fired! How did you just appear and catch it like that?!"

"Superspeed! Duh!"

"Power Princess! Who are these masked villains!?"

"Now, now, I will take them to the police where they can be tried. All things in due time, right?"

"Power Princess! I love your outfit today! What inspired it?"

Megan swelled with pride. She thrust out her chest, emphasizing the diamond-studded 'P' emblem on her leotard and put her hands on her hips, dropping the robbers unceremoniously onto the concrete steps. Her flowing cape billowed in the sudden wind, presenting her astonishing figure, wide hips, and long legs, at their finest. The crowd gasped in awe as some of the weaker-willed ones stained their pants. The villains at her feet, closest to her glory, could only whimper and stare longingly at the gorgeous woman who had foiled their carefully laid plans.

"This is my latest costume! Of course, I have my signature tiara. That never changes! But a girl has to have multiple outfits! The best part of this one is my emblem! Each of these diamonds," she traced a finger over the garb, emphasized by the large swells of her perfect chest, "are sourced from origin. No violence or human rights violations, of course! You can see that we have anything from 3 to 10 carats..."

The media hung on her every word.

"Power Princess! Considering everything that you do, wouldn't you say Queen would be more appropriate?"

Megan processed the words. She'd never known she needed even more recognition, more ranks in the hierarchy until now.

Casting modesty aside, she whispered darkly, "Yes. Yes, I should be a queen. Even more beautiful and powerful. Ruler of mankind." Her tiara glowed.

Megan streaked through the sky, entering their high-rise apartment in the most expensive part of town. Hovering in midair, she unlatched her cape and willed her thigh-high red leather boots off her feet. With a flick of her finger, the spacious walk-in closet opened, her boots took their place on the rack alongside dozens of others, and her cape folded and stashed itself away.

David entered the house, back from work with his daily six-digit paycheck. The sight of Megan beaming at his wage made him fall to his knees in supplication like he always did, mindless and mesmerized by her beauty. Only her complete control over him prevented a premature release.

"How was work, David?"

"It... was... good," he struggled to answer.

"Great! We're doing so well, baby. I love our home, the whole world is absolutely in love with me... but I feel like I still need something more."

"M-more?" he stammered.

"Oops! I hear a disaster taking place in Belize. I'll see you later hon!"

"Wait, Megan! Please, let me..."

But she had already flown off. A fresh pair of boots and a new cape flew out of the closet and followed her flight.

As David lay there, trying to achieve his release futilely, he thought of what Lala said, not that he could envision her face with Megan's beauty seared into his soul. Was anything weird happening?

Megan was a Princess. No issues there. Then she became a Queen. That tracked. She had superpowers. Hey, some people are just born lucky. And she did good deeds in the world with all her incredible power--proof that the universe was okay. Imagine, instead, if she were a supervillain!

She was incredibly, outrageously, heart-stoppingly, orgasm-inducingly beautiful. David moaned as he rubbed his penis raw, still unable to come. Still, that made sense. She'd never stopped growing more beautiful as she aged. She was royalty born with superpowers, after all.

His paycheck slipped out of his pocket as he continued his furious stroking. Looking at the stub, it dawned on him. How did anyone make this much money working 30 hours a week and chugging beer for the other 30? Something was wrong!

With a heroic groan of effort, he fetched the little button that read "Lala!" and slammed it with his slick hands.

"David!" Lala appeared with a little pop, wings shrouded in her trench coat. "Did you find... hey! What are you doing!"

David moaned and thrashed as he continued to stroke. He had leaked so much that it had completely soaked his clothing through.

"Lala! Help! I can't..."

Lala closed her eyes and focused. Her halo glowed, slowly removing all compulsions and restoring reality around David.

"Oh fuck!!" he cried out as he spurted his fluid in huge arcs, finally getting relief after an hour of furious masturbation.

Lala just watched with fascination.

"Oh god! Oh god, Lala, I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine. We angels don't experience that, and like I said, I've watched you for a long time. It's not a big deal. Also please stop saying that name!"

"What, your name? Lala?"

"No, the other one!"

"Oh....Right."

David sheepishly went to the deep closet and pulled out a new pair of underwear and pants.

"Lala! I figured it out! I don't know what's going on, but I'm making so much money somehow! I must have the halo and don't know it!"

"Really?! Is that what you think it is!?"

"What do you mean? It's, I, uh..." His mind reeled as the realization dawned on him. "OH MY GOD! It's Megan!"

"Stop saying that name!"

"Megan?"

"No! The other one!"

"Oh! Sorry! But I figured it out! It's Megan! It's the tiara! I thought you said it was a halo!"

"It was a halo. It can take on many different..." she rubbed her temples. "Never mind. I didn't actually tell you how powerful it was in case you decided to abuse it. My fault. Okay David, good job. We have to find her, now!"

Suddenly, Megan was there, hovering in the air.

"Well hello. What can I do for you?" Megan asked.

David collapsed to his knees once more and writhed in orgasm at the sight of his wife, gracefully floating to stand on the floor.

"Oh, did I allow you to come? That's weird. I don't remember that. Anyway, no more coming until I say so, ok hun? We have company."

David ceased his release with a lust-arrested groan.

"Whoa..." Lala stared at Megan, completely entranced.

"Why are you wearing that big ol' thing indoors? David, you really must take proper care of our guests! We have a coat room for a reason!"

Lala couldn't even object as Megan whisked her bulky covering away, revealing Lala's large and nimble alabaster wings. She was absolutely stunned by Megan's resplendent, awe-inspiring beauty. Megan gasped as Lala's heavenly wings unfurled.

"David, is this what you were trying to tell me the other day?!"

"Yes..." he groaned.

"She is pretty! And what amazing wings!"

If David could have rolled his eyes and said "I told you so," he would have. Instead, he just continued to stare at Megan, panting in heat.

"What are you?" she asked Lala.

"I'm an angel... what... are you?" she responded dreamily.

"Oh, I'm just Megan. Queen of earth, superheroine, you know. How do you know David?"

"I've been watching... long time..."

"Oh really? Well, I'm glad we have such esteemed voyeurs! What brings you here?"

"Tiara..." Lala pointed weakly.

Megan frowned. "This is a gift from my loving husband. What do you want with it?"

"Need it back... you shouldn't have it..." Lala could feel her mind melting into mush.

"I'm sorry, but that is quite rude. This tiara belongs to me. Why do you need it?"

Lala reached out, her movements slow as molasses. Even a normal human would have been able to stop her. Megan easily caught her wrist and held it in place with a pinch of her fingers.

"Too... powerful..." Lala couldn't budge an inch, even if she had been able to muster the will.

"You mean this tiara is making me powerful?" Megan felt a sudden thrill as she licked her lips. "Oh my god! David, did you hear that?"

"Don't say that name..." Lala uttered weakly.

"What name? David?"

Lala moaned.

"Okay... do you have more tiaras?"

"Yes..."

"Can you bring them to me?"

"I... shouldn't..." Lala was openly drooling now.

"But I want them!" She stamped the floor, putting her foot right through hardwood and plaster. "Give me all the tiaras, now!"

Lala crumbled immediately under Megan's direct request. She channeled her remaining divine energy into conjuring an emergency portal. An entire stack of golden halos, vibrating with energy, spilled out onto the floor.

Megan stared wide-eyed at the treasure trove before her. She reached into the pile, feeling the crackling cosmos of creation flow into her arm and course through her body. Her nipples tightened, denting the fabric of her skin-tight superhero costume. She felt desires Jeff hadn't been able to stir in her for months now. Her eyes glowed a scintillating gold as she levitated into the air, the stack of rings Lala had been repairing following her upward becoming a swirling orbit of halos all around her.

She reached out, the nearest gold ring flying to hover before her world-famous chest. Reaching out with both hands, she cradled this object of ultimate power in her hands before absorbing it entirely. In a flash of light, it was gone and Megan's body shook with almost sexual release as the power of her own halo doubled.

"Oh, wow, so this is what I've been wanting my whole life..." Megan shivered, finally understanding how her halo worked "But I still need more. And more. And more..."

Her arms spread wide, willing all of the remaining halos to merge with her, as she rose even higher into the air. She moaned as each holy artifact dimmed, gradually becoming incorporeal and integrating into Megan's ascending divinity. The tough, virtually indestructible material of her superheroine leotard began to tear in the back, as hollow, flexible shafts grew from her shoulder blades. They protruded slowly, reaching as high as the ceiling, before swooping down on either side of her body. Then, feathers began to fill in the empty space outlined by this wide, elegant frame--strong and durable, yet soft and flexible.

Her tattered superheroine uniform morphed into a goddess' figure-hugging dress, molded perfectly to her voluptuous form. It was pearl white with gold trim along the bottom, a perfect complement to her new wings. On her dress swirled a miniature galaxy, orbiting a complete traversal of her fabric, its stars and planets traveling on the spacetime curves courtesy of Megan.

As her back arched in ecstasy, her wings, which easily occupied half of the entire opulent suite, flexed and beat slowly, washing gusts of her lovely scent over David and Lala.

When Megan consumed the final halo, the incredible surge of pleasure and power tapered off, allowing her to finally open her eyes. They glowed with divine power; she witnessed the beginning of Earth's creation and the realm that ruled above it. No, she saw multiple parallel Earths, each with its own Heaven above. It was like gazing into a kaleidoscope, swirling with colors and universes, neverending. She saw herself at the beginning of a glorious path. One where she would plumb the depths of universes, receiving the worship, adulation, and power of each and every one.

Experimentally, she reached for one at random, her beautiful hand larger than the entire universe. Every living being supplicated themselves at the sight of her fingers, understanding that they belonged to Megan, holiest of holies. Her hand phased through all matter in their universe, absorbing all of their haloes into her index fingertip.

Pulling her hand back through her interdimensional portal, she snapped back into this reality, Megan looked down on David with pitying eyes.

"I'm so sorry, David. I'm going to leave you now. I loved you, I really did, but this is something I need more than anything. You could never fill this void in me. No one on Earth could. Don't feel bad."

David could only gurgle on the floor. He was long past the point of coherent speech. Lala was shielding her face with her beautiful wings, the only reason she hadn't been sent into Megan-induced catatonia yet.

"You said you were watching us? Did you like it?"

"Um... yes..." Lala wasn't sure how to respond.

"You even watched David orgasm hard, right before I arrived. And you thought it was fascinating?"

"Yes..."

"Well, I think you two would be perfect for each other. Don't you agree? You'll be very happy together."

"No, wait!"

Megan extended a glowing hand through the angel's protective shield, claiming even Lala's halo for herself. Without its protection, Lala fell to the floor, mind muddied in a swirling haze of desire and worship for her new goddess.

Both of their trembling bodies floated into the air and turned upright, waiting for Megan to bestow her final gift.

She kissed Lala on the cheek. "Thanks for the tiaras, Lala. Take care of David." And with that, Lala vanished.

Caressing David's cheek with a single hand, she leaned in and gave him one, last, final firm kiss on the lips. "I love you, David."

Then he was gone.

Megan retracted her giant wings and smoothed her dress. She needed to look presentable when she visited the infinite multiverse. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath for her procession. Then she, too, vanished.

"Come on, David! I wanna watch the show!"

"Coming, dear!"

David brought out a pot of hot, melted butter from the kitchen. Lala giggled gleefully as he poured it all over the bucket of popcorn. A little pinch of salt and everything was ready for their romantic evening together.

Lala spread one of her elegant wings wide and patted the couch, beckoning David to sit. He sidled next to her and leaned back, using her strong, but soft and silky wing as a cushion. Lala flexed, her feathers enveloping his outer shoulder gently, pulling him in. She leaned her head to rest on David's chest and, with a contented sigh, made a little sweep with the back of her hand, pushing the remote disc tray into its player.