Brian Griffin was being a bit of a bad boy. Not a surprise knowing him, he put on the act of an erudite and sophisticated gentleman well enough, but you spend enough time around him, and you’d find out what kind of disgusting dirty little dog he really was. In this case, he was in Stewie’s lab. He remembered the alternate universe they went to where Christianity never happened. Where he first saw that hot version of Meg.

“So hey Stewie, can we go multiverse hopping again?”

“What, so we can go to a universe where you finished that novel you’ve been writing? The one that has all these brilliant character arcs to make the plotline that more riveting? Where the language is as poetic as Shakespeare? That one...”

Stewie’s voice was becoming as high pitched as he was wont to do with that joke. Brian wasn’t having it. “Yeah, whatever Stewie, come on, I gotta go to that universe where Christianity never happened.”

“Oh that one. Well guess I was right, wasn’t I Brian? That version of you probably has finished that novel. Or maybe he hasn’t and you just want to feel better about yourself. Because maybe the perfect version of you is just as bad as you are.”

That wasn’t true at all. All Brian remembered was how Stewie told him that getting a look at this reality’s version of Lois would put his penis in a wheelchair. He messed up pretty hard in not seducing this reality’s Lois, but another one who was apparently ten times hotter than her was a ripe opportunity. “Okay, you got me! Now come on, let’s go there!”

“Fine you win Brian, you masochistic dog you!”

Stewie fired up the remote and then they were there. They were in the Griffin household, same as it always was. Even in the best of all possible universes, things were strikingly the same. But looking around the house, they couldn’t find anybody. All the Griffins were gone.

Well except for one. They heard a whole bunch of angry crying in the one room. Walking on up, they found it was Meg’s room.

“Oh no, it’s just Meg,” said Brian.

“Oh no, it’s just Meg?” said Stewie. “Brian, have you honestly forgotten where we are? Remember this version of Meg?”

Brian perked up. “Oh yeah, you’re right!”

Stewie arched an eyebrow. “Brian, did you come here for this reality’s version of Lois?” He started laughing. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking transparent.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Brian pushed his way into the room.

She was crying on her bed. Just wearing nothing but a jean miniskirt and little top that barely covered up her gigantic tits. Lying on her stomach and bawling into the pillow, you wouldn’t care that she was in distress. All you’d be able to focus on were the shape of her enormous breasts visible from that small top you couldn’t get better sideboob at a party of swingers, and her ass hanging out of that skirt, and don’t get started on those killer legs. Brian was forgetting all about Lois.

She looked back at them. “Oh god, what the fuck do you two want?”

“Hey Meg honey, what’s wrong?” said Brian going on in without being invited, putting on the act of a loving and concerned friend. “You can tell me all about it.”

“It’s fucking Connie! That bitch got everyone in school to vote me as the ugliest girl that will ever live!”

“Meg, listen to me, and I’m being nice here, but Connie d’Amico is a dirty skank with all kinds of STDs and puts on tons of makeup to hide how ugly she is,” said Brian. “You think genital warts are bad honey? This girl has warts all over her face complete with a hook nose. The Wicked Witch of the West likes to laugh at her.”

“Really? You think so?”

“Brian, I’m a mad scientist baby and even this is too much for me,” said Stewie. “Hey Meg, you want to get revenge on that bitch Connie?

She perked up, no longer crying. “Yeah!”

“Alright then, come on in!” he said, activating the interdimensional travel device. “Get on in here and I’ll make it happen!”

“Fucking cockblock,” Brian muttered to himself. He watched Meg sprint on over, her tits and ass jiggling with every happy step she took.

“You say something Brian?” said Stewie.

“No,” he said, stepping on over into the device with them.

Thee was a flash of lightning and then they were back in their version of Quahog. Back in the Griffin household of their reality, they looked around. Everyone else was gone there too.

Except they were in this version of Meg’s room. And just like in that other version, Meg was crying here too.

“What is going on?” said Hot Meg, now forgetting all about her ordeals back in her timeline.

Meg looked up from her bed. “It’s Connie! That bitch...”

“Voted you to be the ugliest girl in school?” said Hot Meg.

“Yeah! How’d you know?”

“Because that bitch did the same to me too!”

“I know, right? Hey, we should get her back!”

“Yeah we should! What’s your name?”

“Meg.”

“That’s so funny. That’s my name too!”

“Oh this is too good,” said Brian. “Neither of them know what’s going on.” He chuckled low to himself.

“Funny how everyone else is gone in this reality too,” said Stewie.

“Oh that’s right, they were all going to that new barbecue joint that opened up.”

“Yeah, I bet you wouldn’t mind some barbecue, huh Brian?”

“You bet your ass I would!”

“Yeah, you wanted some barbecue in that other reality and you ain’t getting any barbecue in this one either bruh.”

Brian ignored Stewie. “Hey, how about I escort you two lovely ladies over onto Connie’s place? My treat.”

“Hell yeah!” said both Meg’s.

“I should tag along just to make sure he doesn’t hump any legs,” Stewie said dryly.

Every member of the Griffin family had a history with Connie d’Amico. Not just Meg either. Between Chris dating her, Peter playing at being Lando Griffin and then beating her raw that one time, and Lois actually sending Quagmire on over, they all knew where she lived.

When they got there, they all stepped out. Both Megs went on over to the door and hammered their fists loudly on it. Brian just sat back and watched. “I should probably stick around to make sure nobody gets hurt.”

Stewie just narrowed his eyes. “Ugh, can you imagine if this guy went to a spring break party?”

Brian didn’t say a word. He had more important things on his mind. The door opened up. It was Connie.

“What the fuck? Meg, what are you...”

“Shut up bitch!” said both Megs, pushing past her into her house.

Inside, there was already a party going on. All of Connie’s friends, from the football players to the hot cheerleaders, were having a good time. But the instant both Megs got in there, the whole thing went silent. They all looked right at them.

“Oh wow,” Connie said looking at the original. “Meg, it’s bad enough you’re you. But you convinced some other loser that you’re cool to get plastic surgery so she looks like you and gets some tit implants and a fake ass? Get over it bitches, you’ll never be hot.”

“I don’t know, I’m liking the look of this one,” said one of the dudes while looking straight at Hot Meg.

Hot Meg blushed. Getting attention from the cool kids in any dimension was enough to catch a Meg off guard. And then another one said, “Yeah, she looks kinda like Meg. Making me start to think she’s looking pretty hot too!”

“R-really?” said Meg.

“What?” said Connie.

“Oh yeah, now the fun’s gonna start,” said Brian.

“I am way hotter than these two ugly cunts!”

Both Megs snapped on the spot. They’d both put up with abuse from Connie but alone, they never really felt like they had any power against her. Together, they’d get her back.

Hot Meg started out by grabbing right on over to Connie. Even an alpha bitch like Connie d’Amico had to admit this one looked good deep down inside, and this close she was getting a little uncomfortable. Before she could react, Hot Meg grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face into her tits. Just as eager to punish her, the other Meg got on the other side and undoing Connie’s pants, pulled them straight down. Every bit as sadistic as she was emotional when it came to Connie, Meg started slapping all over that ass hard.