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Three-Headed Domination - Part 1 (Patreon Commission+ for Cookiechip54)
🕑 Added 2022-02-17 15:24:20 +0000 UTCTAGS: Growth/Expansion, Macro/Macro Growth, Giantess, Goddess/Divine Dominance
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Always a nice day when she got to cut loose and enjoy herself, especially when it involved an entire city being thrown down her gullet, one building at a time. To think, that just a few minutes prior to her stomping her way downtown, Trinity had fit inside a building! It almost felt like a whole lifetime prior; no matter how many times she went through this process, it never became any less novel, nor did it give her anything other than the utmost, maximum pleasure. Every bite was just like her first one, to the point where Trinity genuinely thought the universe was outright begging her to go do something with her powers rather than sitting at home letting them go to waste like she had been doing for years. Now though, now that she knew what her limits were (or weren’t, as the case may be)? No reason not to go all out; she’d just go back to the beginning anyway, so no point dawdling and waiting for something to happen, just hop on down to the nearest city center and start gorging like there was no tomorrow. Of course, there were plenty of folk who disagreed with this approach; some might say, in fact, that a few individuals were genuinely distraught with the notion that their home was to be consumed by a ravenous goddess-giantess who didn’t particularly care for the tiny souls she was trampling underpaw, nor could bring herself to spare a single moment’s thought to all the destruction she was causing to her environs. For Trinity, the one concern was that she was hungry, she wanted to feed, and there was plenty of food there for her to take in the form of a whole city center for her to walk over to and devour. Especially after she’d already taken care of the outskirts as well; a few neighborhoods did wonders for her figure, with the three-headed canid now standing high enough that her head was quite literally in the clouds, and each step she took carried with it enough strength to make the very Earth itself quake… at least locally. Sure, other cities might not yet be acquainted with her magnificence, at least in that cycle, but that could be easily resolved once she was done with the one closest to her; plenty of mass there, in between the thousands of cars, the nearby train station, the entire underground subway network and the copious amount of little ones for all three of her heads to gorge themselves upon. Sure, they may scream and beg for their lives, they may even wiggle and writhe on the way down as they desperately tried clinging to any part of the giantess that would grant them an extra-second reprieve from their inevitable consumption, but that was just part of the game; it wouldn’t be nearly as fun if her prey didn’t put up a fight and just lined up to be eaten, like those handful of times where the universe turned topsy-turvy and just gave her her meal without her having to work for it. Granted, she still devoured everything that was and ever could be, but it just didn’t taste as delicious as when the little ones squirmed all the way down, perhaps believing that if only they struggled hard enough, some unseen, unknown force would swoop down from the heavens above and save them at just the last moment. No such luck though; the only entity powerful enough to oppose Trinity was, well, Trinity herself, and she wasn’t about to let go of her obscene eating habits just because a bunch of prey decided they didn’t like being eaten. What was she supposed to do, care? Start listening to people whose only purpose was to be eaten? A ludicrous proposition, made even more preposterous by just how easy it was for her to take out everything in front of her with minimal effort; there were other macro-scale individuals out there, very rare genetic abnormalities, but they rarely broke the thirty-foot line, and even then they weren’t a fraction as ravenous as Trinity herself was, being far more content with living their mundane lives without exploring what it was like to be as unto a god. But not her; the three-headed canid knew better, she knew more than anyone else combined what it was like to give herself up to the powers of divinity and savour the fruits of her labor. She had to take everything, yes, and at times outright force herself through a series of hoops whenever the universe remembered it wasn’t supposed to allow her to do the things she thing, but she always won in the end; and in the end, there was nothing and no one but herself, having consumed the sum totality of existence and still needing seconds in order to properly fill all the room she had inside her. It was an irresistible desire and an insatiable hunger all wrapped into one, making it exceedingly difficult for the giantess to even begin to think of any scenario in which she might possibly be content with herself; as she stomped her way downtown, crushing housing districts and commercial ones alike under her paws, she wondered what it would be like if she just… stopped. If one day she simply decided to sit down, turn on the television, and just live like the tiny ones did. Trinity almost immediately discarded this idea, cackling to herself over how ludicrous it was that she might ever want to be satisfied with anything less than utmost perfection; and utmost perfection required that she become everything, thus, the simplest solution was to just eat whatever was around until there was no more “around” for her to eat things from. It was a process that hadn’t failed her yet, nor did she see how it could fail if only she kept going the same way she had been for all those other cycles: consume her surroundings, expand her definition of what “surroundings” meant, return to step one, growing all the while and transforming herself into a creature of such power that one could not even begin to think about opposing her without it automatically being deemed madness by some unknown instinct hidden deep within one’s psyche. The idea attracted her, to be fair: the notion that she would one day become so all-consuming that she would imprint the idea of herself into the minds of all living creatures, quite literally putting the fear of Goddess into them (she chuckled to herself on thinking up that wordplay; she was quite proud of that one). She wouldn’t even need to work to spook anyone, she’d just walk up to them and the whole crowd would collectively soil their breeches the moment they first saw her! Of course, this might cause them to tremble in fear a bit too much for her liking, so perhaps it was best if she invested elsewhere; maybe make it so that everyone forgot about her whenever she reset the clock? Make sure the experience was just as novel for the rest of existence as it was to her, again and again, repeated until clocks stopped meaning anything at all. She’d like that, she thought to herself as she ripped an entire skyscraper off its foundations and crumbled it into dust, sifting what remained of it into her mouth and gaining a few extra feet in height; it’d be spectacular if her very presence distorted causality and memory to the point where every reality itself threw its hands in the air and decided to give up trying to make sense of her. It’d certainly be appropriate, if nothing else; she had broken so many laws of physics already that to break the very concept of what a “law” was… well, it was just the logical endpoint to her power scaling, wasn’t it? Let other, lesser gods work within the bounds of the rules they created, she would transcend everything, herself included, until nothing more was left but her ravenous hunger, eternal and immutable, there to take everything and never let go, there to consume everything that could be and ever was, only to then reset the universe and start all over again. And as she stomped around downtown, grabbing whole handfuls of rebar and reinforced glass, as she devoured entire mouthfuls of the city itself and its inhabitants, there was something beautiful about that: about the notion that she was so unbelievably powerful that she could just decide what passed for a Law around those parts, and if she wanted to make it extra horny just for herself, she could, no strings attached. And if she wanted to bend down and scoop up a whole palm’s worth of prey, all them screaming at her to let them go, all of them trying oh-so-much to get away from their inevitable fate… well, she could. Who was going to stop her? Herself? Her own sense of restraint, which she made sure to shoot behind the shed and bury in the woods where it wouldn’t ever bother her anymore? Absolutely no, nor would she even begin to suffer the mere thought that she might spare anyone; they were food to her, nothing more, and if anyone disagreed, they were more than welcome to take it up with her whenever she had enough time in between taking big, all-consuming chunks out of the crowd and city beneath her. It was so hard though; she couldn’t just give up when there were still so many people left to consume, still so many little ones who yet insisted on running away from her, so many who provided the thrill of the hunt to a predator who had outclassed most of anything that existed by that point. Oh, how all three of her heads smiled, grinned really, a predatory gesture meant to show off her chompers more than anything more friendly; how she licked all three of her lips, barely able to contain and hide her glee at having such a beautiful banquet laid out for her in such a manner. It was all she could hope for and more, all she could ever want put to practice; other people might have tastes and desires that fit the definition of what was “conventional”, but all Trinity wanted was to yank an entire building off from its foundations and shove it into her mouth in one singular piece, bringing along whoever happened to be stupid enough to still be inside, or those poor sods who sought to take refuge within the confines of a snack package. All she wanted was to cause earthquakes with each step, to grow with each mouthful (or three), to burgeon and swell and become more and more powerful as she devoured the world around her. All she wanted was to be what she was: a goddess, and in being so exercise the right of divinity to own and dominate whoever happened to be within reach. That wasn’t so bad, was it? It wasn’t asking too much, yes? It was just herself, and what she had earned, what was hers to take… and she wanted more. She was shovelling whole city blocks into her mouths and not feeling the slightest bit full; hell, she was actually lighter than she had started, presumably because with a bigger body came a much higher demand for caloric intake, and it wasn’t going to be a mere few buildings that would fill her properly. No, she needed something more… substantial. More meaty. More filling. Something like more prey, in large-enough scales to count as entire demographics. Something like, say, an entire population of a whole damned planet, much like the one she just happened to have at her disposal all around her! How utterly inconvenient, Trinity thought to herself as she grabbed yet another couple of hundred people; any more trouble and she might have to actually work for her meals! No such disaster though; they got served straight to her doorstep, shaking all over yet somehow still possessed of just the right amount of courage (occasionally the Dutch variety) to try and fight back against her. It was a sad state of affairs when she could no longer feel each individual punch or kick, or whenever the little ones wriggled on the way down; collectively the sensations were still there, but after a long enough time feeding, she was just too big for such sensations to trickle down properly, not without her having to close her eyes and pay a ridiculous amount of attention to them. That was fine though; it just meant that her focus had to be diverted to other, more suitable forms of stimulation, ones that better fit her new stature and size. There were, after all, plenty of buildings to choose from, and several of them were just the right shape for her to make good use of them in creatively scandalous ways. Trinity was, if nothing else, interminably horny, and it wouldn’t be the lack of a suitably-sized lover that stopped her from getting her rocks off, especially not when she was big enough to turn the city into her playground. Hell, one of the biggest skyscrapers of the world was there, and what else was she supposed to do with it than turn it into her personal plaything? With all three of her heads licking their lips once again, slobbering at the thought of what they were about to do, the triple-headed canid walked towards that colossal spire, her eyes gleaming as she thought of the possibilities. She could use it more conventionally, that would work; it’d probably wreck it in short order, but what else was she supposed to do with something of that size that didn’t involve it being thoroughly destroyed by the end? Alternatively, there was also… well, her breasts did feel quite sensitive, especially after having plumped up slightly as a result of her rampage through the city; not enough for it to be that noticeable, but enough that it gave her just the right amount to work with for what she had in mind. Three heads, three grins, and two very eager hands working to undo what remained of her shirt, ripping it into pieces as the giantess knelt by the base of the skyscraper, already drooling in anticipation. She could see into it, through the little windows and into the offices within: all those people, staring up at her without knowing whether to run away screaming in terror or remain as they were, rooted in place and unable to leave now that they were being watched by a true and proper goddess. Trinity herself, meanwhile, didn’t quite care what her prey thought; as the name implied, they were just things to be devoured, not people to be considered. Maybe if she found someone as big as herself, the titaness might one day consider the possibility that she might have a peer, but until then everyone around her served one purpose, and one purpose only: to be food. Food and entertainment, to perfectly fair: she was there not just to fix that hole in her stomach, but to have fun with it as well, and if there was anything she loved above anything else, it was watching a beautiful congregation of little ones scurrying about trying to find an exit after having dawdled for too long to escape from her properly. Not that there was any way out, considering what she was planning to do, but the sentiment counted, and she couldn’t exactly fault her prey for playing the part and at least try to escape. Plus, as she wrapped her tits around the tall structure and got ready to start bouncing, Trinity couldn’t help but smile as she noticed a handful of those inside actually stopped, presumably having figured out that they couldn’t really run away, so the best they could do was just accept their fate with some dignity. Some even moved closer to the windows, maybe thinking that if they willingly threw themselves at the goddess before them, she would offer them asylum upon her glorious forms, turning herself into a living carrier upon which the faithful can reside. Maybe in another story; perhaps, had Trinity grown up to be a more merciful goddess, she might’ve considered the possibility of bringing her little ones along on the outside. To become this grand, living mega-planet that would become an asylum for those who recognized her magnificence, the select and blessed few who had learned the valuable lesson that she would not be denied, that she would only ever be granted what she wanted and nothing less. Perhaps, if she were in a better mood, she might’ve entertained this notion for more than a few seconds before discarding it… but she wasn’t, and it was ridiculous to expect otherwise. The idea that she might show even the slightest hint of mercy or care for those under her “care” was ludicrous at its best, even if Trinity herself still giggled to herself whenever the thought crossed her mind; still, it was a good way of tricking a substantial chunk of the diminutive snacks running around her into giving themselves up to her, while also seasoning her meal to perfection: the fact was, they tasted a hell of a lot better going down if they were given that little titbit of hope, that tiny nugget that let them think that maybe, if they were just subservient enough, they could survive the onslaught… only to have it ripped away from them at the last moment, leaving them frozen in abject terror as they saw Trinity’s maw close over them. While normally she wouldn’t want them in such a state, there was something special about that precise combination of built-up hope and dashed expectations that made the meal taste far better than it should, to the point of it being outright addictive; there wasn’t any real reason for Trinity to waste so much time using that skyscraper as an improvised phallus other than to give the people inside a show, no reason other than the hope that maybe they’d throw themselves out the windows and onto her bust so she could have them later. So she took her time, slowly moving up and down the full length of it while stripping away layers of steel and glass as she did so, her body as unblemished as it always was, as nothing made by mortal hands could even begin to harm her. One by one, the many floors on the thing collapsed, though the structure itself remained in one piece; just a couple of minutes was all it took before the giantess pulled herself back up to her, bringing most of the skyscraper along with her, stuck between her tits and smushed so strongly that it began cracking down the middle. With one hand, the canid began to moving it in such a way as to simulate what she would have wanted a real cock to do, but had to settle for substitutes thanks to the lack of any proper lovers lying around; still, it was a close enough imitation that, by the end, her legs were shaking and her hands were trembling, needing her to put extra pressure on the poor unfortunates stuck inside when she crushed what remained within her cleavage, showering the ground below in so much debris that it ended up toppling several other buildings by the time the shockwave was over. In the meantime, Trinity had been left with a couple of hundred of lucky souls stuck to the top of her tits and within the heaven of marshmallow that was her bust; a couple of hundred souls who, to their credit, were at least savvy enough to understand they shouldn’t be pushing her luck, but rather remaining as quiet as possible so that the goddess above and below them wouldn’t take notice. Of course, she had already; that they lived was less a matter of their own choices and more a case of Trinity not wanting to ruin her meal without playing with it first. So she let them stay there while she directed her attention elsewhere, allowing the “lucky few” to see themselves as the new generation of supplicants for a merciful goddess that they only vaguely remembered instinctually in the back of their heads; the reset process wasn’t perfect, leaving a handful of imprints in the subconscious mind of all living things whenever Trinity brought things back to the starting point, but thankfully most of these were faint enough that no one truly recognized her until it was too late. Close contact, however, brought back just enough buried memories that those aboard her started to realize just how lucky they were to have been spared… yet not enough of them for the selfsame “lucky” souls to understand they were just being played for fools. All they knew is that they were “safe” while the canid titaness rampaged through what remained of the city, devouring anyone who happened to be close enough to her while occasionally chomping down on huge chunks of the landscape, both artificial and not. For them, the thought that they may be on the menu was ridiculous, as surely a goddess who ate through entire downtown areas wouldn’t bother with just a few puny little ones such as themselves; and indeed, were it not for the fact that Trinity was running a long con, she would have ignored them completely. By the end, when she was big enough, anyone left on the planet would just be devoured anyway once she grew big enough to eat the whole thing like it was a piece of candy; hell, even in the state she was then, the dog was already getting busy with the local geography, having left behind a trail of destruction where there used to be a city: rolling hills and flat plains, perfect for her to stroll through and at times bend down to rip entire handfuls off the earth, effortlessly devouring them just as easily as she would a building or a mouthful of prey. She didn’t mind the earthen tones, nor even the fact that she was consuming the planet as opposed to the people on it; as the goddess of not just that world but of all reality, the cosmos was hers to take and hers alone. Besides, she’d eventually crack the planet open to drink its insides and then chomp down on the shell, so she might as well have a taste for what it was like beforehand. It was with a smile that she thundered her way westward, growing all the while, mindlessly devouring whatever happened to be closest to her: sometimes large sections of terrain, other times an entire town and its inhabitants in one go, her body burgeoning outwards until she was breaking through multiple cloud layers and seeing the curvature of the planet off in the distance. Her goal, however, was something else entirely, something off in the distance where she could still barely see it; it was a silly thing to think about, even sillier once she truly stopped to think about what she was capable of versus what she was trying to do, but she was horny, and something had to be done about that. Without someone of her level to fill her up and stuff her properly, Trinity had to find an adequate substitute, and at the stage she was at, she couldn’t exactly use skyscrapers anymore; no, she needed something much larger, something substantial enough that the mere thought of it left her red in the cheeks and sweaty all over: she needed a mountain.
