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For Starters - Part 3 (Commission for EonKitty)
🕑 Added 2021-12-22 16:07:48 +0000 UTCTAGS: Growth/Expansion, Goddess/Godlike, Food/Gorging, Weight/Weight Gain, Milk/Lactation
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For it wasn’t just a regular hiccup, but one provided by someone on the scale of the Latias, someone whose body was, by the time that small bump in the road came along, about as large as the whole island had been before the water was drained from around… a body that grew larger still the more milk Sierra carelessly gulped down, each hiccup that resulted from it leading to further size spurts of a size so grandiose that even the growing demi-goddess couldn’t explain just what in blazes was actually happening. She wasn’t ordering her body to grow like that (she would know otherwise; it wouldn’t be the first time she thought about it), yet there it was, burgeoning outwards so quickly that all the Latias could do was… well, she couldn’t exactly watch, given where her head was, but she could certainly feel as every hiccup caused her form to explode in every direction, taking up so much more room that, soon enough, Emily would look downright microscopic next to her. Poor Kitty took the brunt of the impact, with every spasm on Sierra’s part causing enough vibrations to course through the bigger cat on whose lap he was sitting that he felt like he had turned into gelatin, vibrating with an intensity that couldn’t possibly be good for him. In spite of it all though, it felt good; he didn’t know why, but the sequence that started with Sierra hiccuping and ended with him feeling Emily’s body shake all over, transferring some of that energy to himself, left him with his head in the clouds, so utterly ecstatic that he wouldn’t trade it for anything else on the planet… which, given the rate Sierra was growing, would probably turn out to be a quite literal descriptor sooner rather than later. The Latias might be a demi-goddess, and one very much in control of their powers, but they were still a Latias, and thus subject to certain rules that simply couldn’t be broken without flagrant abuse of deific reality manipulation, abuse that Sierra hadn’t managed to learn just yet; one of them, as it seemed, was activated by her gulping down the generous amount of milk Emily provided, though why or how she couldn’t tell. Her whole body felt warm, warmer than it already was in fact, and in just a few seconds after the first hiccup, it began glowing; it couldn’t be an evolution, given what she was… but it could be a mega-evolution. She’d heard about them, heard about what they did to those lucky few who were blessed by such a state, and though she’d never achieved it herself, it had been on Sierra’s to-do list for several years at that point; that she would inadvertently scratch it off without even intending to, thanks mostly to Emily’s contributions, was the cherry on top of the proverbial cake as far as the Latias was concerned. No more worries, no more issues, just herself, growing so utterly enormous that she would dwarf everything and anything she’d ever known; for it wouldn’t merely be enough for her to mega-evolve, she would have to do so in such a fashion that every ounce of divine power she’d been holding back was brought out and brought to bear, even if it meant barrelling through everything in sight without care nor concern for whoever might be in the way. A single-track mind, but really, at that point, who was going to stop her? Emily had apparently decided to enable her, so as far as Sierra was concerned, she stood unopposed… or, well, lay unopposed, given that her belly was so colossal that any attempt at doing anything other than rolling on top of it would be a futile effort at the best of times. Then again, she didn’t need anything else; in fact, she had her belly, and that was all that mattered in the end: her belly, huge, vast, becoming even larger with each hiccup, turning more rounded the further the mega-evolution came to be. It was her best asset, the best part of her, and as soon as it, along with the rest of her, came to be enveloped in a blinding white light, it would soon be a blessing given freely to everyone on the planet; all they had to do was look up and watch, and they would soon see the Latias’ gut looming over them, replacing the sky and the horizon with such thorough efficiency that, really, no one would even miss the Sun at all! At the end of the day, Sierra could use her powers to light up her triangle markings and use that as a replacement, a thought that drove her so maddeningly close to the edge that it was a wonder she didn’t cross it; alas, her mind had better things to worry about, such has suddenly having a whole lot more Sierra to go around, forcing an already overtaxed brain to have to handle such a wild increase in sensory input that it was entirely unsurprising that the Latias would feel lightheaded after just a few seconds. For her mega-evolution, in sharp contrast to most others, was not a rapid affair; not only was Sierra already massive to begin with, thus leading to her mega-evolved form needing to be proportionally gargantuan, but she was feeding the process directly using her powers, turning what should have been a straightforward jump in size and power into something of a metamorphosis, where her true divine self made its way out of the mental pit it was hiding in now that it had a chance to impose itself upon the world. For Emily and Kitty, stuck staring at it while it happened, the process looked to be little more than one final growth spurt; even the larger feline, who should have known better, failed to pick up on the more godlike aspects of it, figuring that the whole thing was just an accidental energy discharge and nothing else. Emily couldn’t have guessed that, in just over the course of a single minute, Sierra would go from her already-colossal state to such an immense size that neither the demi-goddess cat nor her precious little consort would be able to tell just what they were looking at… mostly because both of them were buried underneath a tiny fraction of the Latias’ belly, surrounded on all sides by so much warm, soft pudge that they almost instantly fell unconscious from pure stimulation alone. It was an invitation, in a way; Sierra was telling them that they were safe, that they could close their eyes and just be, and she’d take over the rest. The giantess was letting them know that she was now in charge, and as a merciful goddess, a true and ascended divinity who no longer cared to prefix herself with a demi- descriptor, she would take good care of the whole planet. She was, after all, becoming big enough to hold it safely within the warmth of her gut; it didn’t take a lot of time for the gravitational dance between herself and the planet to shift, with their homeworld starting to orbit around Sierra rather than her being stuck on its surface. Granted, this did require swatting the Moon away, but the tiny rock was hardly necessary anyway; the Latias could just keep the tides going, the rotation in its proper state, by sheer virtue of her power having been unleashed. As she found herself being almost pulled into outer space, her form no longer capable of being on the planet anymore, what Sierra saw underneath her was her dominion: the planet and all its people, all of its animals and plants, every inch of its surface, both underwater and not, was hers by right. Only she had ever achieved a level of power grand enough to loom over the entire world, only she had every truly ascended to a divine state; Emily might’ve had the potential for it, but the cat clearly didn’t want that responsibility, or else they would’ve drank some of their own milk at some point in the point. No, the cat had given her that gift, which could only mean that they had chosen her to be the guardian god for their shared homeworld… at least, that’s how Sierra chose to interpret the sequence of events that led to her growing so much that her belly alone was the size of the planet she had just left, with the rest of her body becoming long enough that she could easily wrap herself around the equatorial line (or could’ve, if her belly wasn’t in the way). It only made sense that she had been chosen to do that job, that she had been ordained by fate (with some help from Emily) to transcend the life of a mere mortal and become something greater; after all, who else but her could literally take the whole world in her wings and invite it over to snuggle against her rotund gut? Who else but her had the power to keep said world from disintegrating when she did so, keeping the tidal forces produced by her immense mass from tearing the planet apart, or the physical contact from smashing it into pieces. It was her plaything, yes, but it was also her charge, and Sierra would be damned before she let any harm come to that world or the many tiny ones on it, not the least of which because Emily was still down there somewhere. Their presence was faint, but it was still clearly there, still on the same island where the two of them had met what felt like aeons prior; the feline was so miniscule, so… insignificant. Sierra didn’t want to think of them in those terms, but it was supremely difficult to ignore just how much Emily wasn’t living up to their potential; she had, after all, helped the Latias achieve a state of true goddesshood, so why was she still down below, still tiny, still so weak? Why wasn’t she big, bigger, biggest even, using her own contained power to become all that she could be? As much as Sierra enjoyed the notion of being the supreme protector of her homeworld, the fact of the matter was that Emily was the one mainly responsible for her own ascension, leaving the Latias feeling dreadfully lonely now that she knew she had a peer somewhere on that planet she was smushing against her belly, yet a peer that didn’t want to join her for some reason. Wouldn’t it be far better if the two of them were just as massive as one another? Wouldn’t it be so much more transcendent of an experience if the two demi-goddesses dropped the prefix and lived exactly as they should, bathing in the endless wellspring of divine power that flowed from within them? Sierra certainly thought so, and Emily should as well; in fact, the Latias wasn’t going to float there and let Emily sit around and do nothing, unwilling to reap the benefits from their grand work. No, the planet-sized giantess was going to make damned sure that Emily knew what she was feeling, by abusing the mental link between the two to overload the feline with but a fraction of the total sensations coursing through her body at the time. It was a brutish method, lacking any sort of sophistication… but it worked.
Down below, still on the island, holding onto Kitty like a plush toy while staring up at an incomprehensibly huge Latias, Emily felt the giantess’ touch; she felt her mind, probing into hers, opening up a back channel to flood her own brain with enough information that, for a brief moment, Eimly wasn’t even Emily anymore… until, of course, she wrenched control of herself back from the onslaught, now possessed of a new goal, one born from that moment of dissociation where the cat goddess got to experience what it was like to be at the top of their game.
Sierra thought that they were big?
She would show them was big was.
