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A Change Of Pace (Patreon Commission for EonKitty)
🕑 Added 2022-02-23 15:24:08 +0000 UTCTAGS: Growth/Macro Growth, Minor Divinity, Ascension
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It was odd for him to be the one in charge, for once, but he figured he should try it at least once to see what all the fuss was about. After countless eons spent being Emily and Sierra’s plaything, the thought of actually being in front of the parade for once was enough to get his heart all aflutter, and his loins burning as they ached for the sort of stimulation that only domming someone else could provide. Those were thoughts he wasn’t used to having, especially not when he was alone in a room; typically, when the given the chance to do nothing but whatever he felt like, his mind almost immediately veered towards making the best out of his time by setting itself on mental images of the two goddesses lurking outside of reality, waiting for him, just waiting for an opportunity to do unspeakable things to him. Yet, that day, Kitty felt entirely different: rather than wanting to mewl and writhe like a helpless kitten, he was stronger, more powerful, certainly more confident, and not the slightest bit taller or larger in any way. Perhaps a trick, played on him by his beloved or their goddess-consort, or maybe he was just doomed to be the same size forever now; whatever the case, it was clear that he was going to have to make the best of it with what he had, and that meant turning his inferior size into a weapon that he could use to dominate the unfortunate little one he had in front of him. Well, he said little one, but that was entirely relative; he was, by then, used to everyone else fitting into that category by default, most likely as a result of him being around Sierra and Emily too often. He’d come to see others as pieces to be moved around and played with on the eternal, cosmic chessboard that was reality, and though he’d made an effort to stop that, it was a process; in the meantime, Kitty had his plaything for the evening, and the reason why he wasn’t alone that night despite Sierra and Emily both being so far away he could barely sense them: Rizy. It had taken some time, and a considerable amount of effort, to let the two goddesses grant even a fraction of their power to anyone else. It was dangerous, they said, it would open up a route for exploitation and abuse, and all manner of other accusations thrown about with no concern for how much they applied to the people speaking them. They couldn’t just make another god, that was, like, the one rule they totally absolutely followed and never once broke, nevermind the examples where they had done just that and then hastily backtracked. Kitty’s attempts at branching out from his usual shtick were, therefore, mostly futile, requiring ample persistence and an almost pathologic amount of patience and determination before he got anywhere close to getting the rock to crack, much less get to the precious minerals at the very center of it. Yet, he still tried, and through his persistence the cat managed to get his wish: that of another god-in-the-making, a third partner, a plaything that would exist only for his own personal amusement… and, potentially, to be given the chance to develop something of an actual relationship akin to the one Emily and Sierra had between themselves and Kitty. It was all in Rizy’s hands really; the two titanesses responsible for making him be what he was had made sure to give him all the potential that he needed, but absolutely none of the experience required to know what to do with it. Instead, they relied entirely on Kitty, who had insisted that he knew exactly how to make the arctic fox murr with contentment as his chin was scratched and his body made to sing to the tune that the little cat set for him. Or something along those lines; Kitty was a bit new to the whole “domming” someone thing, and was honestly just winging it for most of the process, lacking even the smallest amount of experience beyond the role of the sub. He could only speculate on what was needed, but thankfully for him, he had a captive audience to try it on; it wasn’t as if Rizy was going anywhere, not with the way he was transformed. The fox had been normal-sized just moments prior, when everything was still in its proper place and the universe hadn’t yet been tampered with; it was the start of a cycle, meaning of course that all the souls within the cosmos were blissfully unaware of what was lurking just outside the outer edges of their reality. Rizy, in particular, was entirely ignorant of the fact that Sierra and Emily even existed at all, making it extra surprising when he was suddenly contacted by two extradimensional entities and unceremoniously told he was expected to live up to the responsibilities of a god, followed by him suddenly growing several feet taller, being transported to somewhere he didn’t recognize, and having a tiny little kitten suddenly boss him around. Kitty didn’t know how to get it started, so he figured the best he could was follow his instincts, and in that moment, his instincts were telling him to look up at that thirty-foot giantess and tell her to get down, pick him up, and bring him to eye-level with him. Rizy, to his credit, did so; perhaps he was too shocked to protest the command, or simply didn’t know what to say given everything that happened in the span of about a minute or so. It was much too great of a change for the poor gal to process, hence why, when the little cat started telling him to nuzzle against him and start growing, he figured he might as well do so; Rizy had no clue whatsoever how he was supposed to grow, nor how that was possible to begin with, but he distinctly remembered he didn’t use to be that tall, so clearly there was some fuckery going on. And with the unknown cat making his will known in a way that oddly enough pushed several buttons with him, the fox found himself slowly slipping into a half-fugue state of heightened, almost supernatural susceptibility to suggestion. It was almost magic, really; all Kitty had to do was, say, tell him to start licking his pawbs, and Rizy would absolutely do so. If he wanted him to instead snuzzle against his neck, feeling the warm breath coming from the giantess’ mouth every other second or so, then he wouldn’t even begin to question it. And if he wanted him bigger, and he definitely wanted it, then all it took was a simple command, and thus it would happen. It took a bit at first, since clearly Rizy wasn’t prepared for that drastic a change; regular people didn’t just grow whenever they felt like it, that was the kind of stuff you saw in the movies, or in very particular places online that had to be scrubbed clean from browser histories after being checked. Regular people stayed at a certain size after a while, the only “growth” they received being whatever puberty decided to give them… except for him, apparently. Not only had he been made several times taller without any warning or explanation, but whenever the thought of becoming bigger crossed his mind, Rizy, for whatever inexplicable reason, didn’t find it to be nearly as ridiculous as it should be. There was none of the usual reaction, of the automatic inclination towards assuming it was impossible and he should focus on more achievable goals; none of the instinctual opposition to the notion that his body was malleable, to be reshaped as he saw fit as opposed to being set in stone barring intensive workout regiments and strict dieting. No, somehow, whenever that cat told him that he should be bigger, whenever he herself considered the possibility, the thought stuck, refusing to leave his head no matter how much he tried to get rid of it; like a tumor, it spread, metastasizing until it had taken over most of his conscious process, removing whatever barriers there might have been as a result of his previous life as a regular mortal. This was a new him, a version of himself that existed only after being touched by and blessed by two existing goddesses, one that saw it as perfectly normal to want to snap his fingers and suddenly be thirty feet taller still; nevertheless, there was still a part of his old self left, a remnant refusing to let go of a reality that no longer applied, resisting change at every step of the way. It refused to be consumed, refused to let Rizy accept that he was what he was… but it was no match for Kitty’s sweet, whispered words in one of his ears, promising all manner of terribly lewd things if only he let go and did what he asked. His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed; there was so much he could do if only he accepted it, if only the truth became his truth… and as he thought of it, so too did his mind and body come to see it as reality. He saw himself for what he could be, and rather than immediately filing it away as being an impossibility, most of him just wondered how long it would take, and how quickly he could make himself grow to be that large, especially now that he had Kitty there to take care of. How did he know his name, exactly? Did it even matter, when he so clearly knew what was best for his enjoyment? Why not worry about causality when it was important rather than when it was just an obstacle to his experiencing divine pleasure unlike any that mortalkind had ever seen? Why not just listen to Kitty when he told him to grow, to swell, to improve upon himself until he was resting at nearly a hundred feet in height and barely able to hold onto his balance, such was his lack of reference for how to even move at those sizes? Really, all he needed was to close him eyes for the pleasure to almost become unimaginable; quite literally, as his brain lacked the ability to process what he was feeling, resulting in an overall sense of numbness that nonetheless left him feeling like he was floating on a cotton candy ocean and being rocked to sleep by a gentle current. All with Kitty by his side, soft Kitty, wonderful Kitty, the one responsible (?) for his being the way he was; he had blessed him, or at least arranged for the blessing, and now he deserved something in return, didn’t he? He deserved his love, his affection, his tender touch as he pulled him closer to himself, having him sink into his bosom with both hands over his body. He could feel his warmth as the small cat wriggled against him, purring his little heart out, happy as could possibly be; and himself, now bathing in his adoration, in his love for his form and being, well… he grew. How could he not, as he was being filled by the kitten’s very presence? How could he remain as he was, when Kitty was practically begging him to become more, to lean into his true self and stop holding back from his proper form? It was the least he could do after being given such a wonderful gift, and if not for the fact that he had the little kitten next to him, he would’ve been making a lot more scandalous noises; the transformative process was… intense, to say the absolute least, enough so that Rizy was genuinely scared that his neurons might short out from how many electrical impulses they were being made to carry. But really, all he needed was Kitty there to let him know everything was fine and he needn’t worry about anything at all; just as long as his precious kitten was there for him to snuggle, and love, and squeeze, and adore, and worship at times if he would allow it, then everything would turn out just fine in the end, even if he had no idea how he knew that or why he was so certain of it. For Rizy, it just made sense, even as his head broke through the clouds and his paws began stomping down on whole city blocks, his mind incapable of processing just what sort of sizes he was operating at. But it was fine; it wasn’t as if he couldn’t put it all back in one piece afterwards, was it? He was a god now, or at least something akin to one, and if that was the case, then surely he should be able to snap his fingers and just reset his destruction back to a previous stage. It made sense, in a way that made absolutely no sense itself, but it felt like it did, so it should… if that made sense, which it probably didn’t. Still, no matter; Kitty was telling him to be quiet and just enjoy the powers he’d been given, to not think too much about it and just go with the flow, and Rizy had to admit: that did feel like a wonderful proposition. For once in his life, to just stop his brain dead and let things happen, to forget about his concerns and worries and just do what he wanted to do, rather than what he assumed “needed” to be done. After all, what “needed” to be done was him having some fun, especially after he became big enough that he couldn’t properly stand anymore; the pull of gravity was too strong to let him remain upright, mostly because he’d become so enormous that the different directions he was being pulled in made him feel nauseous. No matter; Kitty was also telling him to keep growing, and surely, if he just became so large that the planet was technically smaller than he was, then sure he would be able to just roll off it and into space, no longer having to worry himself with such silly things as orbits or coming down after going up. Best of all, he could do all this growing while lying down, seeing as there was no real reason for him to be standing for it to happen; and even better, by remaining in that position, he could writhe and squirm and wriggle and moan and do whatever was needed to make Kitty experience true Heaven like never before, an existence of pure bliss that nothing else could reproduce. Granted, Rizy had no clue of who Sierra or Emily were, but still, it was the thought that counted, and Kitty himself knew that better than anyone: if only he could get the fox to truly live up to his potential, then…
There was no real limit to how far the new god could go; Sierra and Emily were both proof of such and the root cause of it at the same time, in the confusingly paradoxical way that only they could be. They decided upon things, and this just so happened to create such a tangle of causality that, for once, it was genuinely better if he didn’t spend any time thinking about it; there was a genuinely decent chance his brain might just implode when trying to understand what those two titanesses did, leaving it up mostly for subconscious processing and tacit, mute acceptance that things just happened to be the way they were. As a result, Rizy was noticeably struggling with the transition into their new self, though they were admirably doing quite better than even Kitty expected them to; it could be that the fox was just predisposed towards the kind of transformation they were undergoing, or were lucky enough to be blessed far more by the two existing mega-goddesses than even the kitten thought they were, but whatever the cause, whenever they ran into any barrier, be it mental or otherwise, Rizy seemed more than capable of blasting through it… in time. Some took a few minutes, such as when he had to untangle the knots created by a lifetime of living in a mortal society with a very mortal outlook on things, while others only lasted for a few seconds, such as the fox giant figuring out where “down” was, and when “down” no longer applied. A complicated transition from tiny, insignificant soul to the overlord of an entire universe, at the beck and call to the closest thing their reality had to a god of gods, of course. Honestly, for Kitty, the ability to think of himself in those terms and not be wrong was nothing if not a refreshing change of pace; he was so used to being the fucktoy for two eternally hungry and thirsty goddesses that it was easy for him to forget that he’d absorbed a great deal of power purely through being in contact with those two. While it wasn’t enough to let him unmake and recreate reality (or chunks of it, at the very least) on a whim, it was absolutely more than enough to grant him dominion over the lower levels, such as the one he was in right then. If he wanted, he could attune to the two goddesses just outside the outer edge of the universe, borrow some power from them, and change just about any and all universal constant he wanted, Rizy included; if he wanted, he could bring his new mate down to normal again, make them forget everything that had happened, force them to resume their old, boring, monotonous life as little more than a soul battery for the furnace of the twin giantesses waiting to devour that universe. But he wouldn’t, because that would be a waste: not only was Rizy doing wonderfully as they writhed and moaned their way up to planetary levels, but it would be disingenuous to claim he himself wasn’t loving every second of it; though Kitty was vastly smaller in terms of absolute size, all this was give him even more arctic fox to play around with, snuggling deep into the soft, white coat and losing himself in Rizy’s fur. His face was red-hot, and not just because of where he was stuffing it; it had been so long since he had a taste of power and dominance that to suddenly be granted so much of it at once was… exhilarating, for lack of a better word. Kitty would need his very own dictionary if he wanted to even get close to explaining what he was feeling at that moment, the precise combination of power, arousal, and the way they fed off another being almost too much for him to handle. Too much, because he could use it; overwhelming as it was, the mixture of emotions was something he could turn into fuel, something he could throw into the raw, raging furnace that was his libido and use it to further power him through, use it to get him to ignore all the red flags telling him he was dangerously close to going mad with godlike power. He was Emily and Sierra’s consort, after all, was he not? He had been chosen by the two to serve alongside them, and now, after such a long time waiting for his just due, now he could choose a consort of his own! Not that he’d ever abandon Emily’s side, but to have Rizy there, to have a creature that was, by then, big enough that a single pawpad could outsize the Earth, was beyond divine; to know that he had done that, that he had whispered sweet nothings into the fox’s ears and taught them to be better than what they were, to know that he had helped birth a new god, that… that was beauty. That was truth, and love, and power, and he was going to see to it that it wouldn’t end; sure, the original plan was just for him to have some fun and then see where it went, there not being anything on there that specified what would happen should Kitty “accidentally” find himself raging with uncontrolled godly hubris, but plans were meant to be broken, and there wasn’t a damned thing anyone could do to stop that. After all, if either of the two goddesses above him wanted him to back off and back down, they could’ve already done so; they were more than powerful enough to both make him stop and tell when he went off the rails, so clearly, if they hadn’t done anything yet, then that had to mean that he was going in the right direction, no? It had to mean that he hadn’t transgressed, and indeed, that he had to go further still, since clearly he hadn’t yet found the limit of his own influence. Clearly, he still had a way’s to go if he wanted to actually squeeze the most out of what Rizy could do, and given Rizy himself was already large enough to overshadow a significant portion of the Solar System, then the way forward was clear: more growth was needed. Of course, by that point, there wasn’t much Kitty could actually say that would let him have any effect on whatever the fox was doing; the unfortunate reality was that the void was still the void, and getting sound through was all-but impossible without breaking so many laws of physics that it would make life impossible, thus depriving the goddesses of their much-needed snacks in the end. Still, nothing stopped Kitty from communicating with Rizy in the one way that was left… well, nothing but Rizy himself. The kitten didn’t know how the giant vulpine would react to having their mind intruded upon, but they were going to have to learn eventually, by good or ill; neither Sierra nor Emily actually spoke anymore having perfected the art of transmitting their thoughts and emotions to one another to such a fine degree that, rather than it being a substitution for speech, it had instead become a significantly more efficient alternative, one that allowed them to communicate much faster and with far less energy wasted in doing so. For Kitty, this wasn’t as easy; he lacked the colossal body and almost incalculably large and powerful brain required to make that happen, but he’d gotten the first few steps done, at least enough for him to attempt contacting Rizy directly without having to open his mouth. As expected, the arctic fox was scared at first, almost terrified by the sudden and unwelcome contact; to have someone else, something else intrude upon his most inner of sanctums was nothing short of existentially horrifying, to know that such a thing was even possible and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. The fox took a while before realizing the latter half of that realization was not at all true, and from there, even longer before he came to the conclusion that the former wasn’t either; the ability to speak directly to one’s thoughts, it wasn’t madness, it wasn’t terror, it wasn’t evil personified, it was an opportunity. Above all, it was indicative of what it meant to be a god, to have true dominion over reality in all of its forms, that one could simply will one’s presence into another living being as easily as one would open their mouth and say hello. It was, ultimately, proof positive that he was exactly as powerful as he felt that he was, proof that he was capable of doing so much more than he had been up until then… and, ultimately, evidence that he wasn’t trying hard enough. If he could, then he should: this was the principal motivation that guided him at every step of the way, regardless of what “could” was directed at or whatever it was he felt like doing at any point. He had become a divinity, and in doing so, had gained the right to do what he set hi mind to, regardless of how nonsensical it might feel or how impossible it had been until he conceived of it; in contrast, telepathy almost seemed quaint, little more than a baseline requirement for an entity such as himself… and such as Kitty. The wonderful little kitten who had showed him the truth, the one lost somewhere in the middle of his own chest fluff; Rizy had lost track of them, given the size difference between the two, but somehow could tell that they were safe; perhaps it was an extension of the powers that allowed them to speak freely to one another without using words, that he could also sense where the tiny cat was at any given point. Indeed, after spending some time focusing, closing his eyes as well for good measure, Rizy could actually pinpoint precisely where on his body Kitty was, and though he didn’t try and pick him up (for more than obvious reasons), he did use his fingertip to try and give the kitten a little rubdown. It was all he could do really, at least without running the risk of accidentally smushing Kitty and turning that wonderful growth session into something a bit more macabre; Rizy was somewhat certain he could just put the little one back, somehow, and even though he had no clue how to do it, he still felt as if he could. How little did he know that, no matter how hard he tried, he’d never be able to even so much as scratch the little kitten; Kitty was nothing if not several levels above where even the arctic fox stood, though he did have the good sense not to flaunt it, just so the newest god could have their moment in the sun. This was Rizy’s time to shine, Rizy’s opportunity to stretch out and find his bearings, see what he could do with his powers and test out the waters and all that. Maybe he’d end up accidentally batting a star out of its orbit, or disassembling a nebula at the molecular level; he’d absolutely collapse a significant chunk of the galaxy and woopsie his way into consuming the black hole at the center of it, that much was out of the question. But there was more to it than just random flailing, more than just a nascent deity seeing what it could do absent any guidance from one who knew more than it did. They were something better, something greater, an entity, a soul of such immense power that to even begin to describe it would be an affront to it. They were as Emily and Sierra were, just at the beginning of their journey into divinity: a potential made manifest, a creature of such unfathomable might that, really, the only thing keeping them from absolute perfection was themselves. And even that wouldn’t last for much longer; Rizy was getting one step closer to achieving his true potential with each minute that passed, each second that ticked away, and it wasn’t going to be his inability to comprehend half of what was happening to him that made him stop. With Kitty by his side, the fox felt like he could do anything, felt like he could climb any heights and achieve any goals; with the little kitten’s love and devotion, with their words ringing within his head, he knew that he could do so much more. Even when he became big enough that he could cradle the galaxy in the palm of his hands, even when the glint of his eyes was brighter than a trillion stars, even when he felt the backdrop of existence encroaching upon him as he struggled to maintain his physicality, Rizy knew he could count on Kitty to be there with him. Even if he couldn’t quite see them, they were there, always watching, always taking care of him, always egging him on further until the one thought left in his mind was to go even bigger, even more powerful, ever more magnificent… until the universe began to feel cramped. Rizy never thought he’d think that, much less actually believe it, but as he was there, as he became, he started to feel like he didn’t really have enough room to stretch out his limbs in. Yes, he had a whole cosmos, but that just wasn’t enough, at least not anymore; he needed something better, needed a place he could go to in order to further cultivate himself and become a god of ever higher stature, and he wouldn’t be able to do that there of all places. If he truly wanted to live up to Kitty’s example, then he had to find a way to pop the balloon and escape from his proverbial egg, hatching from within the cosmos to achieve what so many mortals sought to, yet had never succeeded. He could see himself already: looming over reality, master of his domain, with Kitty by his side at all times to comfort him and let him know if she was doing a good job. Maybe, if he was lucky, he’d be able to make the kitten grow to his size, so the two of them could properly snuggle up instead of having to resort to linking their minds together and thinking scandalous thoughts. It’d certainly be a welcome change, being able to snuzzle and hug one another, maybe even nose into one another’s paws and… well, other things which left Rizy red in the face just thinking about them.
But for that, he had to leave first. The boundaries were there, the edge approaching. All that was needed from him was the willpower to take the next step and burst through to the other side. He sensed something there, but that hardly seemed to matter to him; only Kitty, and himself, together forever.
He smiled.
