She's everything and then some.
Vignette scowled to herself as she walked up to the rather suspect, utilitarian building in which she now worked. This was honestly the last place she would have expected to end up, but recent events had completely derailed her path to idol status. Her efforts to create a perfect vision of Equestria Land and catapult herself to new heights of fame had been foiled by Rarity and her poorly accessorized friends. In one fell swoop, she'd destroyed Vignette's magically enhanced smartphone and tanked her online reputation for good.
In that moment, she'd managed to temper her fury and convince the lot of them that these things weren't of the utmost importance to her, and that she'd be willing to give friendship a shot. Fat chance; you couldn't be on top of the world and edit everything to your whims with someone. It had all been a lie to get Rarity out of her life. Now, Vignette was trying to pick up the shattered pieces. She'd tried many avenues so far, and some had gotten her plenty of attention, but none had allowed her to regain the respect she commanded.
So, now quite desperate, she was in the middle of pursuing an unconventional method. Dr. Discord, a man whose credibility was equally shot, needed assistance with many absurd feats of mad science, including a time machine. She didn't expect success, per say, but a chance was more than nothing, and at least it paid. If it, by some miracle, actually started working, Vignette could go back in time a few decades for a fresh start, using knowledge of future trends to cement her position.
This objective in mind, Vignette ignored the lab's many faults and entered, making her way through winding passages stuffed with haphazard piles of parts and devices, reaching Dr. Discord's primary workspace. The perpetually frazzled man was hip-deep into a tunnel of wires, fiddling with components within the welded-plate exterior of his quote-unquote masterpiece. Upon hearing her enter, Discord extracted himself and whirled to face her. "Good morning, Ms. Valencia!"
"Morning, doctor," Vignette replied with oodles of false cheer as she grabbed a lab coat off a nearby wall hook. "What do you need?"
"Funny you should ask: not much, at the moment," Discord said, his own smile genuine. "I put the finished touches on Brenda last night, and now I'm doing a final system check. She should be ready to test out momentarily." Here, he clapped his hands. "Oh, how exciting!"
Brenda is what he called the time machine prototype. Vignette didn't ask why, nor did she care about his numerous eccentricities. "That's great news!" she exclaimed.
"Very much so, yes! If this works, I'll be making history, in more ways than one!" Discord then laughed at his own joke. "And you'll have helped, my dear."
Vignette just nodded at that, allowing Discord to get back to his examination as she watched. Once he was satisfied, he shut the hatch and messed with a few knobs on an exterior control pad. Multicolored lights flashed to life, components beginning to beep and whir.
"Ha ha!" Discord cheered triumphantly. Grinning ear to ear, he pulled open the door to the machine, revealing an empty space for the traveler. Which, in this case, was a small kumquat he placed inside. "I'm going to try and send this random fruit back in time a couple of months," he explained. "If this works, it'll be rather rancid when I crack Brenda back open. Here goes!"
After pressing a couple more buttons, Discord pulled an oversized red lever and stepped back to watch. At first, it seemed like nothing was happening, as Vignette has expected. But then, the whirring picked up in speed and pitch. And Brenda began to glow from within with an unusual light that seemed to flow out into the air in wavelike pulses.
Vignette's eyes widened at the display. "Is this how the thing is supposed to work?"
Discord shook his head back and forth, shocked. "Good gravy, it's opened a Temporal Reset Pathway! The odds of that happening were one in infinity! So, no, I didn't expect this!" he fearfully exclaimed.
Vignette hadn't even completely registered his statement, and was still experiencing dumbfounded surprise, when a bolt of unknown energy suddenly lanced out from the time machine and struck her in the chest. Vignette barely managed a gasp before she vanished from the laboratory in a flash of light.
The place in which Vignette abruptly found herself was unusual, and a far cry from the laboratory. For one, aside from Vignette herself, it was completely empty, not even having any walls. Surrounding her was a formless 'sky' of an unearthly hue, almost white but not quite. The malfunctioning time machine must have sent her here, she reasoned. But how would she get back? Vignette twisted herself around, looking up, down, and behind, but it was nothing but more of the same strange void. "Oh no. I can not believe this."
Beginning to panic, Vignette grew more aware of her physical senses. She felt weightless, as if floating in a tub of water, and couldn't hear the rush of air moving to her lungs when she drew breath. But for some reason, she wasn't suffocating. Actually, she felt better than usual, each tiny ache and bit of soreness now absent.
However, that didn't last for long, as her clothes began tightly constricting against her skin. "What the hell?"
Vignette moved to pull them off, but before she could, they ripped apart at the seams. Her shirt, shorts, and undergarments all tore from her body, leaving her totally nude and exposed. Used to flaunting her assets, albeit covered, Vignette was more confused than embarrassed, given the circumstances. And now that the pain of her outfit was gone, she could feel something else odd, something new. A satisfying fullness, similar to the sort brought about by a heavy meal, except all over her body, and most strongly at her skin.
As the shredded remains of her clothing floated next to her, Vignette watched them rapidly dwindle in size. Her brows rose in realization. She was growing, that's what the fullness was. And, Vignette noted, it wasn't going away. If anything, the strange sensation was getting stronger with each passing second. Was her being in this place the cause, some sort of magical energy drawn into her?
These questions soon faded however, as the sensation of growing heightened. Her leafy hairclips were lost amongst quickly lengthening tresses, and Vignette soon could no longer see her clothes either, only the expanding contours of her body. She wouldn't have complained regardless, as the idea of being the biggest thing wherever she went wasn't new to Vignette, and this merely externalized what was true from the start. But that wasn't all, far from it. Because growing felt good. Like, sexually. Vignette bit her lip, weighing her options while her horniness shot up. Escape could wait, she reasoned. Her body simply ached with need, and she was more than willing to indulge herself.
Incapable of holding back any longer, Vignette's hands wandered inwards, cupping her breasts. Vignette let out a long, low moan as she squeezed at her tender flesh. She'd never dreamed they'd be that sensitive. "Shit, if my tits feel this great..."
Moving her fingers lower, Vignette brushed her clit... and nearly doubled over, the jolt she received almost agonizingly nice. She cried out, the high, rolling note far more rapturous than her actual singing voice. Any iota of discontentment perished in that moment, and Vignette threw herself into self-stimulation wholeheartedly. Flushed with excitement, the digits of one hand slipped past her labia and rubbed at her inner folds, even as Vignette grew even more. More needy, more massive, just more. Meanwhile, her other index finger mashed at her clit with a feverish speed eclipsing the most competitive games of Mario Party.
Vignette was overflowing with magnificent energy, potentially capable of anything, and every drop of it was making her body ascend past unheard of sizes. This made for a scrumptious high, and the rate at which her arousal was heightening seemed to be increasing exponentially, every moment bringing fresh spikes of intensity. She had absolutely no clue how large she was anymore, and she didn't care. Vignette just kept masturbating for who knew how long, her soaking wet, throbbing pussy's capacity for ecstasy increasing along with its scope, placing her eternally on the edge of climax. It was both extraordinary and excruciating.
Eventually, though, something changed. A burning bloomed deep in her core, in Vignette's most sacred place: her womb. She gasped breathlessly, the muscles in her legs, back, and butt locking. Her toes curled as the burning built in heat and size, as if an immense explosion was going off inside her. "F-Fuck!"
This evidently wasn't far off the mark. Vignette's stomach visibly bulged, ballooning to a size typically reserved for pregnancies. But it didn't stay that way for long, for Vignette's body was still growing around whatever was inside her. She could feel it happening, every inch of herself on fire, heart racing as she kept groping at her pussy. God, she was so close.
Then, as her abdomen clenched, the boiling mass inside her stroked the walls of her cunt as it passed her cervix, making its way out of Vignette's body. Her boobs shook as she spasmed, screaming as she reached the most impossibly electrifying climax she'd ever experienced, gigantic and intoxicating.
When the rush of glorious sensation subsided, panting, Vignette looked down at what was responsible for pushing her over the edge. It was a black sphere, faint motes of light twinkling within. Grabbing it for a closer look, she felt its exterior give slightly in her hand, the size and flexibility reminding her of a stress ball, though it was shrinking as she examined it. Staring more closely, the pinpoints of color in the darkness reminded her of the night sky. And then, eureka, the last piece clicked into place. Vignette's jaw dropped. "No way. Is this... a universe?"
If that was true, it explained a lot of things. What Discord had said almost implied she'd been sent to the beginning of time, or of existence itself. If so, then what Vignette had just felt was the Big Bang. And she had been the cause. But if that were the case, then that would mean she had outgrown space itself. Impossibly vast, practically beyond measure. The idea tickled her fancy, and she almost laughed. She wasn't on top of the world: she eclipsed all of them put together, and she could snuff out any number of planets with minimal effort. This had to be fate. Who else but she deserved this?
These thoughts had little opportunity to sink in, though, as Vignette was still really, really horny. The heat in her core, enough to forge millions of stars, was still going strong. She could feel another universe being born inside of her, followed by another, and another. Soon, her womb was overflowing, the little technicolor marbles that were the beginnings of the multiverse caressing her insides as they rushed into the open. Still tender and sensitive, it was too much for Vignette, and she abruptly came again, blood pounding through her veins as she shook with divine sparks of joy. "Yes, yes, yes!"
Fueled by the constant influx of power and size, along with the pressure of the universes she was producing, Vignette's orgasm stretched out to ridiculous lengths. She panted and moaned and shook, flushed and ecstatic, as it kept going and going, stoked by the inferno within. At the same time, her brain, and its capacity to handle ecstasy, also grew. Otherwise, she surely would have gone mad from sheer pleasure overload. Still, she came close. Her eyes had rolled back, teeth clenching, pussy twitching like crazy. She didn't even need to touch herself anymore, so sublime it felt. The stream of realities gushing out of her continuously stimulated her vast nether region, wider and faster with each passing moment, for what felt like hours. Though, it just as easily could have been eons.
Regardless, her exponential growth continued. Soon, Vignette couldn't even make out individual universes anymore, it just looked like a torrent of glittering liquid, her cunt a faucet opened all the way. If her home universe was among them, there was no chance she could distinguish it even if her mind wasn't clouded in a haze of desire. She was growing so rapidly that there wasn't any buildup in the slightest. No floating pool of realities formed, instead each blast of fresh galaxy-studded space from her body totally overshadowed the last, like a fountain fading into mist. Vignette was so enormous, so gigantic, that she now was to a universe what ordinary people were to atoms.
Passing this threshold, something else changed for Vignette, the white-hot energies she was absorbing finding another outlet. "What— AHH!"
It was her breasts; there were suddenly growing faster than the rest of her. Filling with the same roiling pressure as her womb, they swelled beyond all reasonable cup sizes, passing the size of her head. Her nipples stiffened, engorged and primed. Vignette squealed, shaking as two additional streams of universes squirted out of her boobs. Her nipples, which were tiny features on a typical woman, were now discharging untold dimensions.
This previously unknown feeling was most definitely pleasing; she fucking loved it. Being huge, and fruitful, and mighty. Vignette took everything in stride, awed by her own magnificence. She was literally cumming all of existence, her pussy and tits infinite in their magnitude and fertility. Fondling herself, she groaned lewdly and gratefully.
As her endless orgasm and endless growth carried on, Vignette became somewhat accustomed to the sheer electricity in her nerves, and she frequently mused on her situation, with difficulty. Who knew how many beings were watching her right now, from within the universes she had birthed? With advanced technology, humans and aliens alike might see beyond the boundaries of their insignificant existences and behold true glory. Could they fathom her completely, or only bear witness to an unending wall of yellow skin?
In fact, calling herself Vignette Valencia made zero sense, now. Vignettes were short, brief, and she was the exact opposite. She needed a new name, one befitting her newfound status. Wishing to keep the twin V's, she rechristened herself Venerated Volume. For she surely was the former, and possessed the majority of the latter among all things.
And so, Venerated Volume lived as the eternal pinnacle of womanhood, a goddess to end all goddesses, the mother of all creation. Never aging, her divine form ever in its prime. Always getting bigger, better, and more perfect, as trillions of years passed. The boundless multiverse, forming from within her unmatched frame before flooding into being. She had gotten what she'd wanted and more. Forget being in control of everything, she was everything.