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For Starters - Part 1 (Commission for EonKitty)
🕑 Added 2021-12-20 16:01:39 +0000 UTCTAGS: Growth/Expansion, Goddess/Godlike, Food/Gorging, Weight/Weight Gain
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Finding an island for themselves was the best idea Emily ever had. Not the most original one, sure, but nothing really beat the ability to just retreat to some far-off, distant place where no one could bother her or her beloved kitten whenever the two wanted some time together; plus, with absolutely no one in sight, there was nothing stopping her from just going naked all the time, which certainly added to the allure… and to the constant blush adorning Kitty’s cheeks, lending a further air of irresistible cuteness to an already adorable little cat whom she loved more than anything else on the planet. This was their little slice of paradise, where they could be anything they ever wanted, thus, the only place where Emily truly felt at home using some of her powers to splurge out a little bit; very rarely did she change from her more regular form, the one she used around other people when she didn’t want to scare anyone into thinking they were hallucinating or around some kind of genetic abnormality. Very rarely did Emily get to enjoy the perks of being born the way that she was, and it took her meeting Kitty for her to finally get around to appreciating her talents in a way that didn’t make her feel oddly guilty for doing so. Granted, this was mostly because the male cat was so infatuated by her abilities that it bordered on the scandalous, but then again, so was she, making it a perfect match as far as the two were concerned. It began simply enough, with Emily experiment on her size whenever the two of them were behind closed doors, allowing her body to burgeon outwards ever so slightly, just enough to turn her shirts into tube tops and her jeans into shorts; not enough to rip clean through the fabric, but certainly sufficient to make the cloth and denim strain underneath the mounting size of the gorgeous demi-goddess wearing it. Only after plenty of time did Emily become accustomed enough to using her powers that she actively began pushing the limits, trying to find what her “right” size was, assuming there could even be such a thing; there would be, in her mind, an “outdoors” size for her, and a “truer” set of dimensions that more closely approached what she wanted for herself. A dangerous line of thinking, given that she had never found a real cap for her ability to grow, leaving the cat wondering whether or not she would ever truly be satisfied with any kind of proportions she could throw onto herself; luckily, however, at around the couple’s two-year anniversary, she eventually lucked into the sort of body that pushed all of her buttons in just the right way to make both herself and Kitty quiver at the sight of it: nearing about fifteen feet in height, she was possessed of curves that, while not exactly enormous considering what she was capable of, still left her firmly on the thicker side of the scale, enough that, given her large size, she would have trouble walking through doors without getting her ass stuck in the frame. Her bust was slightly more modest, yet still more than big enough for her to smother Kitty in between her tits, drowning the lucky bastard in so much marshmallow that he would come to beg for it more often than not, in his own little mewling way; the smaller feline would never go so far as to outright ask to have his head stuck in between his better half’s breasts, but the way he looked at her, the way he salivated, the way he kept on staring at her bust made Emily know for certain whenever her precious kitten needed a “lift”, as she liked to call it. And there, in the middle of a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific, mostly uncharted and belonging to no one, the demi-goddess cat had found it within herself to give her beloved Kitty exactly what he wanted: herself as a bed, complete with her very own set of fluffy pillows. Seeing as her partner was about average height and build compared to most people, the size difference between the two ensured that all Emily had to do was lie there and just be, and that was more than enough for Kitty to delight himself with her body, her curves, her softness, her warmth… mostly by using her as, again, a living, breathing bed of his own, sinking into her plushness and keeping his head firmly in the middle of the bigger cat’s cleavage. He was small enough that most of his body fit on top of her torso, allowing Emily to wrap her arms around her smaller partner and keep him nice and tightly held against her; it was these sorts of moments that the two cherished whenever they got to experience them at home, and being able to indulge in them while underneath the warm light of the sun made for a truly transcendental experience. If they had the choice, and indeed they very well did given how powerful Emily truly was, they would just stay there, forever, basking in the sunlight while breathing in the scent of salt wafting from the waves, lulled into a state of half-sleep from which they didn’t really want to wake up. Why should they, when they had everything they could possibly want, right there at their fingertips? They had one another, they had their presence, their love, their everlasting devotion, and given how Emily could very well make that not hyperbole, there were very few reasons for them to ever move at all; she would remain there, lying on the sands, and he would remain there, lying on top of her, with the two experiencing heavenly bliss for as long as they felt like they should. And indeed, that was exactly what they did, what they had been doing for a while; both Emily and Kitty scheduled their vacation days so they coincided, and right after their last shift, the demi-goddess immediate whisked them away to that little island paradise, teleporting the two of them directly onto the beach where they could relax and forget about the stress of everyday life. They hadn’t eaten anything in three days, but never felt fuller; hadn’t drank even the smallest drop of water, yet wanted for nothing. It was entirely within Emily’s power to keep the both of them fully satiated and full for as long as she desired it, and seeing as eating would be time wasted not cuddling together, she felt it necessary to get rid of that pesky necessity, at least for as long as the two were there. Three days, spent doing nothing but lounging about waiting for nothing to happen, three days where even the sun going down did little to stop them from just being there on the beach; they had one another for warmth, after all, and if need be Emily could just will the both of them to be hotter, or summon a blanket from thin air. Thankfully, it was around summer in that part of the world, making it the best, most perfect time for the two of them to eschew any sort of protection against the elements; all they needed was one another, after all, so anything else would just get in the way of the fun. It was only on the dawn of the fourth day, when Kitty was the first to move (ostensibly so he could reposition himself to be more comfortable, in truth only because he wanted to sink his hands further into Emily’s bust), that their calm was disrupted. It was hard to notice at first, and Kitty himself was entirely oblivious to it; only Emily, being as finely tuned in to the frequencies the universe operated, noticed that there was something… different, about the way things were around the island, different enough that it was creating disturbances in the fabric of reality itself. Not active ones, of course, but the sort that she had only ever noticed around herself, which she owed to her semi-divine status; that more would appear, when never before in her life did Emily ever knew such a creature as her even existed, left her feeling equal parts nervous and somewhat intrigued. She was, after all, a demi-goddess, so anyone on her power level was, by definition, still a perfect match; could it be that they had simply spotted another person like them and wanted to come meet them to see what they were like? Nevertheless, she couldn’t help but feel tense, so much so that even Kitty noticed; of course, by the time the smaller of the two bothered to get up from his marshmallow prison to ask what was wrong, the source of the disturbances had already made itself known… or herself known, to be more precise. Emily’s eyes went wide when she realized what she was looking at: a Latias, and a rather large one at that, having come gliding over the waters in such a way that, one moment, she looked to be miles off, then the next the other mini-giantess was floating right there in front of her! A trick of perspective and spatial dynamics, not unknown to Emily herself, but nonetheless solid evidence that she was dealing with yet another goddess, and one who wasn’t afraid to use her powers even around people she had never seen before. A good ten feet from one end to another though, it was clear that even if they had the same level of power as Emily, the demi-goddess cat was still the biggest one there, giving her some peace of mind as to whether or not she could win in a straight-up fight; then again, it didn’t feel like this newcomer was there to be hostile, not with that enormously wide smile stamped so goofily on her face.
“Oh my gosh, I’ve never seen another one!” they almost instantly rattled off the moment they locked eyes with Emily, tripping over their words with how quickly they were coming out, “I’ve been flying around for so long and I never knew there was another one like me out there, oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh what’s your name?”
The question came so quickly out of the ramble that Emily was stunned by it, flinching even as she tried to process everything that had happened in the past five seconds or so; from potential threat to motormouth, the Latias was certainly… something, to say the least. The big cat figured it was only polite to introduce herself, however, and after clearing her throat a couple of times more than strictly necessary, she replied:
“Emily. Name’s Emily, this is my boyfriend Kitty, say hello Kitty” - the last three words were spoken under her breath, less as a threat and more as a desperate attempt at trying to sound like she wasn’t thoroughly taken aback by how bizarre the entire event had been; Kitty, for his part, meekly waved before hiding back inside Emily’s bust, “we’re here on vacation, and we didn’t know there was another… well, uh, you know. What’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Sierra!” the Latias declared proudly, perhaps a bit too much all things considered, “and no need to fret, I don’t usually hang around this part of the world too much, gotta fly and see the sights, you know how it is. It’s why I was so surprised! I’ve been everywhere and never knew that you existed, how did you even do that?!”
The answer was quite simple, though Emily didn’t particularly enjoy thinking about it. For most of her life, she’d gone out of her way to hide her abilities, certain that if she didn’t do so, there would be a target painted on her back for the rest of her natural existence. For her to see someone who so openly embraced their divine heritage, however, made her question so many base assumptions that it ceased being funny and went straight into depressing. Thus, she chose to offer a few platitudes, mumbled under her breath, that amounted to little more than “Oh, you know…” repeated several times over in a variety of different, yet altogether meaningless ways; mercifully, Sierra seemed to pick up on this, given that she nodded along and didn’t pry further. Instead, the Latias “landed”, for lack of a better word, ending up floating just a couple of inches off the ground directly beside the two cats; it was odd, to say the least, especially since Emily didn’t remember inviting the visitor over to interrupt her and Kitty’s private time, but somehow it didn’t feel as intrusive as it really should be. Instead, Sierra being there felt almost natural, like she was supposed to be present and next to them, though why, Emily couldn’t tell. A cursory analysis of the Latias’ body didn’t yield any further clues either, though it did let the demi-goddess figure out that, apart from just being larger than your average person, Sierra was also quite a bit pudgier as well; their belly was rounder than it should be, even given her size, with just the right amount of squish to it (or apparently squish, at least) to make it clear that it was still more than capable of stretching out further. Clearly, this was a goddess who loved to eat, and if that was the case, then perhaps the two of them could have something in common; though Emily didn’t go nearly as far as she could, given her ability to effectively materialize anything from thin air, she was often inclined to go out of her way to prepare large meals for Kitty and herself whenever the mood struck. She’d fill out entire tables, so much so that even with the help of her divine powers, both herself and her little kitten ended up so thoroughly stuffed that they could barely move by the end, requiring yet more abuse of Emily’s abilities to keep them from gaining ten pounds just from one sitting alone. Yet there stood (well, floated) Sierra, seemingly just as eager to eat, and far more willing to let the effects of doing so settle on her form, no matter how dangerously excessive that might be; judging from the way they were absentmindedly rubbing their belly, it was also evident that it was a favoured part of her body, or at least doing so gave her enough pleasure that the Latias failed to notice her hands moving of their own accord. Whatever the case, Emily knew what they had to do, and to that end, she needed to sit back up; thankfully, Kitty didn’t have to move at all, being perfectly comfortable on her lap with his head stuck underneath a pair of breasts too large for him to move with what little muscle power he had left in him. The larger cat, in the meantime, snapped her fingers, producing a large table in front of her… and drawing the attention of a very hungry Sierra, given how rapidly the Latias began licking her lips at the sight of it, even before any food was conjured up. It was clear the newcomer wanted to say something; perhaps they wished to make it known just how hungry they were, or how grateful they happened to be for such a bounty. Maybe they were conflicted, not knowing whether to accept that gift when the two goddesses had literally just met, or mayhaps they needed to get the excess horny energy out via some applied lewd commentary; regardless of the motivation, the only thing that escaped her lips was something akin to a squeak, which the Latias promptly muffled by bringing both wings over to her mouth, blushing furiously as she did so. Emily, knowing then that she was going in the right direction, snapped her fingers again; drawing upon her powers to create something from nothing used to be far more challenging for her, especially when she first discovered her heritage and wasn’t at all accustomed to manipulating the fabric of reality like that. It took her meeting Kitty, and the blossoming of her true self thereof, for Emily to truly come into being as a true demi-goddess, even if she still needed months before she was comfortable enough creating anything that she went beyond small snacks or pastries. Now though, it was surprisingly easy for her to picture a large feast in her head and then just make it a reality, manifesting it through sheer force of will: everything from the deliciously spicy entrées to a variety of roasts and sautées, it was all there for Sierra to delight herself with at her leisure. Indeed, Emily had assumed the Latias would start off small, precisely because the two of them had just met and were still trying to get a good read on one another’s capabilities; she knew that, were she to be in the Latias’ place, she wouldn’t even begin to think about touching anything the other demi-goddess created without a long conversation for them to get to know one another first. Sierra, however, was not so cautious; either she didn’t care for her own safety or was entirely convinced that Emily meant no harm, for rather than taking her time nibbling away at a couple of snacks before moving onto the larger courses, the newcomer instead waved her wings around a couple of times in wide, circular gestures. The reason for this became clear once the table was pulled up from the sands, rising slowly upwards and tipping slightly towards Sierra; Emily couldn’t quite believe the Latias would do such a thing, and for a short while, convinced herself that it wouldn’t, only leading to greater shock when the other demi-goddess did, indeed, just let gravity do all the work. Pound after pound of food, enough that it would take regular people a good couple of hours to go through on their own, effortlessly shovelled down the Latias’ gullet by way of her tipping the table towards her and letting everything fall into her waiting, gaping maw. She didn’t even bother chewing; full courses were devoured like Sierra’s body was nothing more than an open pit, her throat somehow capable of swallowing whatever fell into it with zero apparent difficulty, leaving Emily thoroughly flabbergasted. Even more surprising was how rapidly all that food went directly into what counted as the Latias’ waist; the reason why her belly was so round became apparent as soon as Emily noticed it growing in tandem with how much food Sierra ate, almost as if there was a one-to-one ratio between calories consumed and how much fat she gained, no doubt a result of the visitor using their powers to abuse the way their body converted intake into extra mass. Soon enough, those inches separating the Latias from the sand underneath her were overtaken by more pudge, forcing her to float further upwards only to have to readjust a couple of seconds later, when their full and filling gut once again cleared all available space. By the time she was done with the table, their stomach had bloated so much that it looked to be nearly twice the size it had been before, which should be impossible given the amount of food Emily had conjured up for them; then again, the two of them were divine in nature, and if there was anything the feline had learned, it was that making herself bigger was about the easiest thing she could ever do… it only stood to reason that the same applied to Sierra, though in her case, it seemed to be more focused on fulfilling a certain type of fantasy more than just wanting to be a big, fluffy, warm bed for a much-smaller lover. Then again, Emily figured as her cheeks lit up, wasn’t that a fantasy of its own? Had she not also been guilty of using her powers to experience a kink that most people would have to rely on artwork to have it be fulfilled? What exactly was the difference between making herself larger and more well-endowed, and Sierra gorging themselves to make their rotund belly even bigger? Very little, as far as Emily was concerned, which raised yet more questions that, for once, the demi-goddess cat was too embarrassed to ask. Thankfully, there was a perfect distraction there in the form of the Latias, who not only managed to eat through the feast in just a few seconds, but seemed to want even more, at least judging from the look on their face. The poor thing clearly wanted to beg, but perhaps figured that it would be too undignified even for them; the wide-open eyes, the theatrically trembling lips, the way her whole body seemed to radiate heat as it broke down every mouthful into yet more pudge, it was clear that Sierra was utterly infatuated with the idea of eating more… perhaps even with Emily herself, given that the cat had proven herself to be an adequate source of food. Indeed, the Latias began inching closer, no longer caring about maintaining appearances; the two demi-goddesses understood one another on a much deeper level, one that didn’t require words or gestures, but merely being, where one’s presence was enough to make one’s thoughts and desires amply evident, if only one dared to look deeper than surface level. For Emily, it was a brand new experience, being able to “speak” so clearly with someone despite there being no words exchanged, while for Sierra, it was yet another drop in the bucket when it came to outright begging for further stimulation. A whole life of chasing after the next high, only to find nothing that could truly satisfy her, only to chance upon that gorgeous cat goddess in the middle of the ocean; it was a true dream come true, so really, how could Sierra not mewl and beg for more, even if it was entirely outside the realms of the decent? For Emily herself, the course was clear: another fingersnap, and the table, once more set upon the sands, was laden with food yet again, this time made extra fattening just to see what would happen; another wave of the wings, and Sierra, by that point so giddy that she’d begun giggling, dumped a truckload of food into her body, once more forgoing the use of her teeth to focus entirely on swallowing as much of it as possible in as short a time as it could be done. She was a machine for consumption, one that would take everything as long as she was stoked enough, as long as the engine was revved up enough to get her to stop paying attention to what she was eating; in fact, so strong was this underlying sensation, that it even drove Emily to take a step back from what she was doing just so she could truly consider what the end point was. If she kept feeding Sierra, then it was clear that their hunger would ever grow more potent, which could lead to some truly disastrous consequences for someone with as much power as them; yet, at the same time, there was an undeniable allure to the idea of seeing a demi-goddess lose themselves in the throes of their own self-indulgence, seeing as she herself wasn’t about to do that any time soon. Maybe, somewhere down the line, she’d be able to handle the Latias’ hunger more directly… or thirst, as the case may be, an idea that left Emily so hot in the cheeks that she was certain her blush had reached lightbulb levels of luminescence, forcing her to try and get rid of that line of thinking by focusing on literally anything else, such as even more food for Sierra. A dangerous path, to be sure, but an interesting one regardless; plus, it seemed Kitty had finally learned to get over his perennial awkwardness when he slid off from her lap, taking a few tentative steps in the Latias’ direction.
