The Many Worlds of Ritchie (M/f crush vore cruel)
Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2023 2:53 am
Prologue:
Have you ever wondered what your life would be like if you made different decisions than the ones you had? What if I told you that you actually did but on a different Earth? Welcome to the world of alternate reality theory. It's believed that our reality is but one of an infinite number that exists. Worlds where things are different by tiny to the absolute extreme examples. A world where you're a movie star? A king? Or maybe something as mundane as deciding to drink tea this morning instead of coffee. Or maybe something insane as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs never existed and dinosaurs went on the evolve into super intelligent beings that rule the Galaxy? It's possible because ALL possibilities exist just in another reality...at least in theory. But what if I told you it wasn't a theory at all but true? From our perspective we could call this world "World Prime" but from the world our story takes place we can call it Earth-717 for now...
Earth-717 is in many ways like our own. Humans are the dominant species. Most older countries still exist like China, Japan, Russia, and whatnot. For this world, the divergence began long ago in the final days of the Roman Empire. In our world Christianity survived the destruction of Rome and spread across the world. However, in this world it did not. The Catholic Church was destroyed during the Fall and slowly Christianity waned until it became a fringe religion barely hanging on. The consequences would butterfly into the future. The Christian Church wasn't around to stifle the progress of scientific discovery and Europe emerged from the Dark Ages far sooner. Catholic dogma didn't influence the Age of Discovery which occurred centuries earlier. While forced colonization still occurred, it was far less harsh. Newer nations looked different and had different names. Antibiotics were discovered and successfully eradicated Yersinia Pestis, the bacteria that caused Bubonic Plague. Centuries would pass with an Earth that had a population passing ours just 200 years ago. However, such advancements and prosperity come at a price. Resources grew thin, overpopulation became rampant. In 1950, Earth-717 had found a way to send humans to other realities. In 1952, the QRB or Quantum Reality Bureau was created to monitor such activity. Laws were made such as not interfering with lower advanced worlds and unauthorized travel. Those regulations are still in place in this world even today. However...
It was another Friday for Richard Brum or Ritchie as his friends called him, those being few and far between. Tweaking the Heisenberg compensators on Portal 91, so the gate would smoothly open and transfer another group of people to another alternate world, was his assigned task. To him it was beneath him. Just another menial task given by his superiors. Female superiors as it were. Ritchie despised them. Not the tallest, most handsome, or suave, Ritchie was beneath their notice barely even speaking to the man. Looked down upon most of his life by women had given him a dangerous complex regarding the fairer sex. If one had an inkling of his true feelings one would suggest therapy. Ritchie, however, had his own version of "therapy". He quickly adjusted and calibrated the part before closing the panel.
"Ms. Janis, I'm finished with the calibrations. If that is all may I leave early?" he asked.
She took her sight off the tablet in her hand and looked at him.
"...very well. You may go Mr..."
"Brum. Richard Brum" he replied. She nodded and shooed him away.
She had worked with him for over two years and still not knew his name. Just one more thing to validate his hatred of women. Ritchie clocked out, went to his hover car, and drove home. Ritchie lived out in the suburbs of Olympia City, an alternate version of New York City. Just a 15-minute drive when traveling at 140mph, normal for that highway, and he was home. He lived alone and had done so since his mother passed away in a shuttle accident when he was 18. That was 6 years ago but Ritchie was fine living on his own, especially now. He entered his home tossed his work coat on the coat rack and kicked off his shoes. Humming to himself, he filled a water sprayer with water and walked down into his basement. He flicked on the light and smiled at his works before him. Ritchie had a man cave of sorts but unlike sports memorabilia, music, liquor, or even games, Ritchie had something else, something far more unique...and sinister. To the right was an actual working dimension gate. Highly illegal to privately own but built with his own two hands. After six months of stealing a part at a time from work, he built it and it worked. The proof was in the center and left of the room. In the center on multiple shelves was clothing, very small clothing. Some doll size and others smaller. Some much smaller.
During his work, Ritchie learned how the agency he worked for surveyed worlds. A probe would be sent through, and after a week or so would return with its findings. Well, most did anyways. What caught his attention was that some worlds reported that the humans living there were much, much smaller than normal. Be it a quirk of alternate physics, evolution, or even atmosphere composition, humans developed with bodies only inches or even millimeters tall. These worlds would be deemed "nonviable" but to Ritchie an opportunity to have some cruel fun. And so, he did. He remembered some of his travels as he looked upon what was clearly his trophies. A wooden sandal as big as his fingernail. It belonged to a cute Japanese Geisha on Earth-213 where Native Americans decimated English colonizers with their germs. The butterfly effect was North America was never colonized by Europe, Commodore Perry never visited Japan, and the nation stayed isolated even into 2022. He enjoyed toying with her until her mind broke. He looked on a tee shirt that easily fit in his hand. "Clinton/ Sanders 20'" written on it. It belonged to a cute campaign worker he found on Earth-411. He smiled remembering how she screamed as she slipped down his throat. His attention turned to a sword stained with blood no longer than half a toothpick. He remembered killing a warrior princess with her own weapon as easily as skewering a cocktail olive on Earth-1012. A world where the fall of Rome never happened. There were many more such gruesome trophies on those shelves. His pride and joy lay on the left side of the room though.
One could call it a trophy of sorts but to him it was a terrarium. Some people had ant farms. Ritchie had a human farm. It took a week to bring and set it up. Using a shovel, he dug out an entire 100 sq foot of a suburb full of humans no taller than four millimeters. Ant sized to Ritchie. If he had to guess, over 1,000 human lives he had kidnapped from their world and taken home with them...homes and all. Schools, a hospital, homes, apartments, streets, even a police station. The people could only watch as they were literally uprooted from their lives as nothing could stop him not even the military. Small little cameras he placed inside to watch their fear driven lives for amusement. Ritchie sprayed the entire thing with water simulating rain so the trees and grass would not die out. A daily chore he happily did. Once a week he left bits of food for them and watched as they swarmed it like the insects he considered them to be. At first they did not leave their homes for anything even after giving them his two rules. One, don't try to escape. It's pointless. And two, live out your lives. Go to school, work whatever. When they did not comply, he began flattening homes underneath his fingers not caring who was inside. They quickly got the message. At that time of day most people were either still at work, school, or attending their homes as best as they could. Ritchie used his phone and quantum computer to spy on them in real time. More than once he jerked off watching some woman doing something in her home with the thought he could crush her like a bug or worse anytime he pleased. Cumming as he knew he was their God. They tried to ignore him as they are doing now just to keep their sanity. Ritchie checked the camera feeds to see three high school girls walking down the street.
They appeared to be around 15 or so. Just mindlessly talking without paying Ritchie any mind as usual. He singled one out a blonde. He likes blondes and not the kindly way. The girls didn't notice the danger they were in until they saw their titanic captor looking dead at them. Instinct said to run. Logic said there was nowhere to run. Ritchie reached into his terrarium and plucked the blonde out with his fingernails. He knew she was screaming by the look on her minuscule face. Terrified by how she kicked her feet. At her size he couldn't hear her frantic pleas not to hurt her. He raised her to his face, opened his mouth, and began lowering her in. She thrashed even more and screeched as he casually dropped her onto his tongue. She found herself on a terrain of red wet bumpy flesh. A cavern before her with boulder sized teeth. He could just imagine her begging for her life. He pulled his tongue back in and paused feeling her move around. Falling in the darkness, her one body gave Ritchie the smallest of flavor. But Ritchie had other plans and lowered himself down to her friends. They listened in horror as the deep thud of a gulp could be heard. "Careful on the way home" Ritchie said chuckling to the survivors. One pissed her pants, the other in shock. And those who couldn't help but see the cruelty deciding to hug their loved ones tighter that night. As for the poor girl, she free fell right into his stomach. She barely lasted a full minute before her body digested into a collection of nutrients. Not even bones left.
Ritchie left them alone to go back to want he really wanted to do, terrorize another world. He turned on the transition terminal and plugged in his quantum logic drive into the slot. There he uploaded coordinates for new worlds that fit his liking. Selecting from the list he viewed the data.
"Earth-901. All prime standard composition regarding gravity, atmosphere, yadda yadda. Divergence is abolition of nuclear weapons after Cuban Missile Crisis...whatever the hell that is. Ah. Human technology is level 6 with humans averaging a height of 3.27 inches. Perfect" Ritchie said grinning.
He told the terminal to dial into the coordinates as he changed his clothing. For a level 6 world he didn't need to worry about protective clothing. His electroplasma force field used to sterilize germs was enough. Bare chested, shorts, sandals, and of course his return bracelet was all he wore as the gate began to open a hole in space time. "Don't wait up for me" he chuckled at his terrarium as he stepped through.
Have you ever wondered what your life would be like if you made different decisions than the ones you had? What if I told you that you actually did but on a different Earth? Welcome to the world of alternate reality theory. It's believed that our reality is but one of an infinite number that exists. Worlds where things are different by tiny to the absolute extreme examples. A world where you're a movie star? A king? Or maybe something as mundane as deciding to drink tea this morning instead of coffee. Or maybe something insane as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs never existed and dinosaurs went on the evolve into super intelligent beings that rule the Galaxy? It's possible because ALL possibilities exist just in another reality...at least in theory. But what if I told you it wasn't a theory at all but true? From our perspective we could call this world "World Prime" but from the world our story takes place we can call it Earth-717 for now...
Earth-717 is in many ways like our own. Humans are the dominant species. Most older countries still exist like China, Japan, Russia, and whatnot. For this world, the divergence began long ago in the final days of the Roman Empire. In our world Christianity survived the destruction of Rome and spread across the world. However, in this world it did not. The Catholic Church was destroyed during the Fall and slowly Christianity waned until it became a fringe religion barely hanging on. The consequences would butterfly into the future. The Christian Church wasn't around to stifle the progress of scientific discovery and Europe emerged from the Dark Ages far sooner. Catholic dogma didn't influence the Age of Discovery which occurred centuries earlier. While forced colonization still occurred, it was far less harsh. Newer nations looked different and had different names. Antibiotics were discovered and successfully eradicated Yersinia Pestis, the bacteria that caused Bubonic Plague. Centuries would pass with an Earth that had a population passing ours just 200 years ago. However, such advancements and prosperity come at a price. Resources grew thin, overpopulation became rampant. In 1950, Earth-717 had found a way to send humans to other realities. In 1952, the QRB or Quantum Reality Bureau was created to monitor such activity. Laws were made such as not interfering with lower advanced worlds and unauthorized travel. Those regulations are still in place in this world even today. However...
It was another Friday for Richard Brum or Ritchie as his friends called him, those being few and far between. Tweaking the Heisenberg compensators on Portal 91, so the gate would smoothly open and transfer another group of people to another alternate world, was his assigned task. To him it was beneath him. Just another menial task given by his superiors. Female superiors as it were. Ritchie despised them. Not the tallest, most handsome, or suave, Ritchie was beneath their notice barely even speaking to the man. Looked down upon most of his life by women had given him a dangerous complex regarding the fairer sex. If one had an inkling of his true feelings one would suggest therapy. Ritchie, however, had his own version of "therapy". He quickly adjusted and calibrated the part before closing the panel.
"Ms. Janis, I'm finished with the calibrations. If that is all may I leave early?" he asked.
She took her sight off the tablet in her hand and looked at him.
"...very well. You may go Mr..."
"Brum. Richard Brum" he replied. She nodded and shooed him away.
She had worked with him for over two years and still not knew his name. Just one more thing to validate his hatred of women. Ritchie clocked out, went to his hover car, and drove home. Ritchie lived out in the suburbs of Olympia City, an alternate version of New York City. Just a 15-minute drive when traveling at 140mph, normal for that highway, and he was home. He lived alone and had done so since his mother passed away in a shuttle accident when he was 18. That was 6 years ago but Ritchie was fine living on his own, especially now. He entered his home tossed his work coat on the coat rack and kicked off his shoes. Humming to himself, he filled a water sprayer with water and walked down into his basement. He flicked on the light and smiled at his works before him. Ritchie had a man cave of sorts but unlike sports memorabilia, music, liquor, or even games, Ritchie had something else, something far more unique...and sinister. To the right was an actual working dimension gate. Highly illegal to privately own but built with his own two hands. After six months of stealing a part at a time from work, he built it and it worked. The proof was in the center and left of the room. In the center on multiple shelves was clothing, very small clothing. Some doll size and others smaller. Some much smaller.
During his work, Ritchie learned how the agency he worked for surveyed worlds. A probe would be sent through, and after a week or so would return with its findings. Well, most did anyways. What caught his attention was that some worlds reported that the humans living there were much, much smaller than normal. Be it a quirk of alternate physics, evolution, or even atmosphere composition, humans developed with bodies only inches or even millimeters tall. These worlds would be deemed "nonviable" but to Ritchie an opportunity to have some cruel fun. And so, he did. He remembered some of his travels as he looked upon what was clearly his trophies. A wooden sandal as big as his fingernail. It belonged to a cute Japanese Geisha on Earth-213 where Native Americans decimated English colonizers with their germs. The butterfly effect was North America was never colonized by Europe, Commodore Perry never visited Japan, and the nation stayed isolated even into 2022. He enjoyed toying with her until her mind broke. He looked on a tee shirt that easily fit in his hand. "Clinton/ Sanders 20'" written on it. It belonged to a cute campaign worker he found on Earth-411. He smiled remembering how she screamed as she slipped down his throat. His attention turned to a sword stained with blood no longer than half a toothpick. He remembered killing a warrior princess with her own weapon as easily as skewering a cocktail olive on Earth-1012. A world where the fall of Rome never happened. There were many more such gruesome trophies on those shelves. His pride and joy lay on the left side of the room though.
One could call it a trophy of sorts but to him it was a terrarium. Some people had ant farms. Ritchie had a human farm. It took a week to bring and set it up. Using a shovel, he dug out an entire 100 sq foot of a suburb full of humans no taller than four millimeters. Ant sized to Ritchie. If he had to guess, over 1,000 human lives he had kidnapped from their world and taken home with them...homes and all. Schools, a hospital, homes, apartments, streets, even a police station. The people could only watch as they were literally uprooted from their lives as nothing could stop him not even the military. Small little cameras he placed inside to watch their fear driven lives for amusement. Ritchie sprayed the entire thing with water simulating rain so the trees and grass would not die out. A daily chore he happily did. Once a week he left bits of food for them and watched as they swarmed it like the insects he considered them to be. At first they did not leave their homes for anything even after giving them his two rules. One, don't try to escape. It's pointless. And two, live out your lives. Go to school, work whatever. When they did not comply, he began flattening homes underneath his fingers not caring who was inside. They quickly got the message. At that time of day most people were either still at work, school, or attending their homes as best as they could. Ritchie used his phone and quantum computer to spy on them in real time. More than once he jerked off watching some woman doing something in her home with the thought he could crush her like a bug or worse anytime he pleased. Cumming as he knew he was their God. They tried to ignore him as they are doing now just to keep their sanity. Ritchie checked the camera feeds to see three high school girls walking down the street.
They appeared to be around 15 or so. Just mindlessly talking without paying Ritchie any mind as usual. He singled one out a blonde. He likes blondes and not the kindly way. The girls didn't notice the danger they were in until they saw their titanic captor looking dead at them. Instinct said to run. Logic said there was nowhere to run. Ritchie reached into his terrarium and plucked the blonde out with his fingernails. He knew she was screaming by the look on her minuscule face. Terrified by how she kicked her feet. At her size he couldn't hear her frantic pleas not to hurt her. He raised her to his face, opened his mouth, and began lowering her in. She thrashed even more and screeched as he casually dropped her onto his tongue. She found herself on a terrain of red wet bumpy flesh. A cavern before her with boulder sized teeth. He could just imagine her begging for her life. He pulled his tongue back in and paused feeling her move around. Falling in the darkness, her one body gave Ritchie the smallest of flavor. But Ritchie had other plans and lowered himself down to her friends. They listened in horror as the deep thud of a gulp could be heard. "Careful on the way home" Ritchie said chuckling to the survivors. One pissed her pants, the other in shock. And those who couldn't help but see the cruelty deciding to hug their loved ones tighter that night. As for the poor girl, she free fell right into his stomach. She barely lasted a full minute before her body digested into a collection of nutrients. Not even bones left.
Ritchie left them alone to go back to want he really wanted to do, terrorize another world. He turned on the transition terminal and plugged in his quantum logic drive into the slot. There he uploaded coordinates for new worlds that fit his liking. Selecting from the list he viewed the data.
"Earth-901. All prime standard composition regarding gravity, atmosphere, yadda yadda. Divergence is abolition of nuclear weapons after Cuban Missile Crisis...whatever the hell that is. Ah. Human technology is level 6 with humans averaging a height of 3.27 inches. Perfect" Ritchie said grinning.
He told the terminal to dial into the coordinates as he changed his clothing. For a level 6 world he didn't need to worry about protective clothing. His electroplasma force field used to sterilize germs was enough. Bare chested, shorts, sandals, and of course his return bracelet was all he wore as the gate began to open a hole in space time. "Don't wait up for me" he chuckled at his terrarium as he stepped through.