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Yet Another Go (Patreon Commission for EonKitty)
🕑 Added 2022-04-08 15:07:00 +0000 UTCTAGS: Growth/Expansion, Ascension/Goddess, Hyper/Hyper Growth, Macro/Macro Growth
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She knew the drill. She’d gone through it a million times before and would go through it a million times more, with the only change being what precipitated it… and even that was a list that barely amounted to ten items on it, barring minimal and borderline irrelevant permutations. Step one was she was made horny, and the reason for it barely even mattered when next to the simple reality that she was horny, and now the universe was going to have to pay the bill for it.
Emily stood in her living room, doing her best to pretend like she was ignoring her friend Sierra. The Latias was somewhere out in the great beyond, having chosen to forgo that run of the multiverse and instead take a rest outside of it, where she could float about to her heart’s content without a single care. Emily, in sharp contrast, had gone back to Earth to enjoy some time there as a mortal, only to find that Sierra wasn’t going to let her; she had feared such a thing would happen though, and as a result had reshaped the cosmos to be extra-resistant to psychic intrusions. Unfortunately for her, Sierra had foreseen this, and thus the moves and counter-moves progressed until, eventually, Emily forced the issue and simply materialised her avatar.
This gave Sierra one more sneaky “go”, however, and the Latias made good use of the opening to make sure she had the last laugh: while she couldn’t directly interfere with the universe that Emily was in, she could absolutely whisper into the feline’s ears, and do so in a manner the cat couldn’t possibly ignore. And while normally words wouldn’t be nearly enough to cause Emily to have an arousal breakdown, Sierra had aeons of experience in breaking down her friend’s mental barriers; it was just a matter of time, especially since the now-smaller of the two already wanted to ascend again anyway, so it wasn’t as if they were operating with clean hands.
So, Sierra remained as she was, occasionally turning to send a comment or two down Emily’s way, reminding them of what was awaiting beyond the edge of the cosmos, letting them know in no uncertain terms just what pleasurable ecstasy was within her grasp, and how desperately her little Kitty wanted her back. The two of them were having so much fun without her too; such sizes and delectable fillings, really, it was just a shame that she wasn’t there to experience it, or else the whole of existence would be shuddering with delight as well! Honestly, it was a waste for her to be anywhere other than where she was destined to be, but hey, if she insisted on going through the motions, who was Sierra to say otherwise?
Emily, hearing all of this, had two options: she could try to ignore it, for all the good that would do her, or she could listen. The former was the only option as far as she was concerned, as actually paying attention to Sierra would cut her experience short by way of the Latias’ words worming into her brain and causing her to go loopy with need and desire. No, the only way forward was to just not think about what Sierra was telling her, and focus on going through her day the way she’d planned it; after all, she was down there for a reason, and she wasn’t going to let go of it just because, technically, the Latias was completely right about everything they said.
After all, Emily herself did fit into standard buildings, but not for lack of trying otherwise. It was so easy to lose herself when sculpting a new avatar that she was honestly concerned she’d forgotten what it was like to even have restraint in the first place: in between her experimental bodies and the absurd sizes she’d tried on and off for the past several quadrillion cycles, the idea of just having a regular body was almost alien to her, enough so that the cat was left wondering if her body even was normal.
There was a mirror in the living room of that house precisely for that reason: Emily needed to make sure that she was proportioned like the average person would be. Of course, she had no clue what the average person looked like anymore; apart from Kitty, but even they had taken to experimenting with their size so often that Emily had begun to forget their original, diminutive form, in between the bouts of absurd growth. There was a moment of desperation there, where the goddess despaired at the realisation that she had well and truly lost track of her connection to her original self… and then a moment of brief ecstasy when the idea of true goddesshood imposed itself once again.
Of course she had no clue what it was like to be a proper mortal, why should she? She wasn’t a proper mortal, hell, it was doubtful she ever had been one to begin with; how would she have ascended otherwise? No, she was something greater, something better, and she needed to be released from this sickly mortal shell, needed to become that which she was destined to be… needed to ascend, just like she had planned! Needed to let go of her worries and concerns and just listen to what Sierra was telling her, because why do anything else? Why bother with the charade that she wanted to take things light when the first thing that happened was her hitting her head on the ceiling?
No pain though, only the serotonin release that came from knowing she’d already reached that height. Every time, Emily tried her best to take her time, and every time she failed; it was a wonder she even tried at all, honestly, when the best thing to do would be to just let go and assume that it wouldn’t work; just grow, really, and let fate take the wheel, just like all those other times. But yet, there was something so magical about pretending, about standing there and acting like there was actually a non-zero chance that she might, maybe, control her urges for long enough to not immediately break through the roof over her head.
The sounds of traffic welcomed her once more, the cat keeping her eyes closed as a way of drawing out the experience for as long as possible. She was well past the point where she could salvage things, but she wasn’t about to give up acting either; the longer she denied the obvious, the more enjoyment she could derive from it, as if she wasn’t tearing down whole chunks of wall with each fidgeting motion, or she wasn’t growing bigger and bigger with every breath she took. It was all part of the game, especially whenever Sierra got involved; honestly, the Latias seemed to put in proportionately more effort the more she was denied, almost like the idea that she wasn’t allowed to do something awoke some primal, childish urge in her to prove Emily wrong.
Hence why, were the cat goddess to open her eyes, she’d see Sierra, just there beyond the horizon, slightly pale against the backdrop of a blue sky, eagerly observing every move their fellow deity was making. She wasn’t fully there as much as it was merely a semi-solid projection, but the hornier Emily became, the more she allowed the barriers keeping the Latias out to grow more permeable, letting more and more of the titaness into her reality, and with it, further encouragement.
Not that Emily needed any of it, but it was always nice to keep the pressure on; no point letting it go any lighter now that the cat was so deep into it, and there was nothing else for Sierra to do anyway, so why not entice Emily into growing further? It was already absurd to think that the smaller of the two actually believed her body to be proportioned properly: tits big enough to go down to her waist with plentiful backboob to go with it, and an ass with a set of hips and thighs thick enough that her lower body would get stuck in most regular doors? And Emily thought this was normal? Oh, bless her, the cat truly was learning what it was like to indulge in her own divinity?
Such were Sierra’s thoughts as she looked upon the unfurling disaster, giggling to herself with each of Emily’s failed attempts at moving out of the way of her little ones. Amazing how the cat still hadn’t opened her eyes, but, then again, she wasn’t exactly working with her full brain there; plenty of arousal to work through, and not a lot of it was being dealt with thanks to how her body was only getting bigger with every passing moment. It was the same deal as every other time: she lost control of herself, the backlog of information sped far ahead of her brain’s ability to process it, and she was thus lost in a sea of her own pleasure, again. It wasn’t anything new, nor would it be new the infinite amount of times that she experienced it, but it was still transcendent.
No matter how many times Emily went through it, it was still the best experience of her life. No matter how often she outgrew the neighbourhood before realising it, she still felt it as strongly as she did the first time, so far back in time that she couldn’t even recall if it happened at all. What remained was an imprint, a sort of afterimage burned into the back of her mind where only emotions were present: no thoughts, no words, but rather the raw sensations that came with outgrowing one’s homeworld, one’s galaxy, one’s cosmos, one’s meta-reality. The sensations that came from realising one’s true purpose and achieving proper divinity, to control all that was and ever could be so that their existence was turned into a playground for their desires. And every time, it was the exact same.
Which just made it all the better, really.
The sounds of destruction heralded her emergence into the wider world, and the sounds of destruction would accompany her all the way to the heavens above. No other way for her to go; Emily wasn’t about to be satisfied with a mere planetary size, and with Sierra’s presence there to egg her on, well, that was a full-on ascension episode and nothing could stop it by that point. Better to ride the high while it was still there and worry about the consequences never, just like every other time.
Smiling, Emily allowed herself to fall backwards. Gravity couldn’t hurt her; even with a bust as large as hers, a full topple was the effective equivalent of a small tickle with how little it did to her. Her surroundings, meanwhile, were not so lucky, but that was fine; she could always put everything back together when she was done, whenever she was ready for another go and wanted to pretend like she could hold herself back for more than ten seconds. It was all Sierra’s fault, really, and Emily kept trying to remind herself of that whenever she forgot that was the official line; it wasn’t her own fault for being an incorrigible horndog, it was on Sierra for enabling her! Nevermind how that made little sense, that was just how it was… and Sierra was more than happy for that to be the case.
Roles had power, and hers was to be the one that made the growth happen. If Emily wanted to play the part of the innocent little goddess who didn’t know better, then the Latias would gleefully throw herself into her role as the self-indulgent mistress of desire whose sole goal in existence was to make sure everyone around her was having as much fun as possible. Well, everyone who counted; the little ones hardly existed as far as Sierra was concerned. Too tiny. Too insignificant.
For Emily though, it was precisely the presence of these little ones that made every run-around as delicious as it was. It just wouldn’t be the same if she couldn’t flaunt it to some extent: why be a goddess if she had no one to be a goddess to? What was the point of ruling over an empty universe, devoid of any life to observe her becoming something greater than whatever deity they might’ve once had? No, Sierra might have forgotten what it was like to exist on the mortal plane, but Emily hadn’t, even if she only used this knowledge to further refine her ascension process; it was no longer about the experience, but how she went about it… whenever she had control over herself, of course.
A hypothetical scenario in the best of cases. It might happen, in the sense that nothing was truly impossible if one stretched out the timescale long enough, but so unlikely as to be nearly impossible in practice; yes, Emily might eventually find a way to control herself and not immediately fall prey to her own desires, just like she might blink and suddenly exist in a different timeline without her having ordained it. It was possible, but she wasn’t about to hold her breath, especially when she could be using it for far better things, like moaning loudly enough to shatter glass and concrete in equal measure, rupturing eardrums for miles around as she did so.
Up above, Sierra smiled, grinned really as her friend unleashed more and more of their power, still somehow fighting it despite clear evidence that they’d lost the fight. If Emily derived pleasure from pretending like she had a shot at resisting her urges, then Sierra got her rocks off by watching the whole thing unfold and making bets on how long the cat would resist. The Latias very rarely got it right; she almost always overestimated the real timescale, because deep down, part of her wanted her friend to get what they wanted, even if this meant delaying her own self-indulgence. She’d be a shitty goddess-consort indeed if she only looked out for her own interests, so no matter how ridiculous it was for Emily to want to deny their divinity, Sierra was there for them.
Just as she was there to remind them of who they were, whispering ever more loudly into the back of Emily’s brain on the truths that they so desperately sought to ignore. A word here, a sensation there, a thought process created ex nihilo and beamed directly into the mind of her dearest friend, occasionally with a message from Kitty to make it known that the little one was still there and still eager to see his mate once again. And down below, the goddess feline listened to it all, her mouth open in an interminable, wailing moan, as she tried her best not to grow to the size of the planet in just a fraction of a second.
Even this would barely qualify as a minor demonstration of a minute percentage of her full power. Emily had consumed entire universes, devoured appreciable chunks of the multiverse without even realising she had done so; she’d transcended time, space, the concepts of existence itself, and had achieved a form of perfection and divinity that most mortals would struggle to even begin to imagine, let alone comprehend. And this was very much mirrored in her choice of body: from her exaggerated curves to the insane height, she was something that didn’t belong in that reality, but outside of it, watching as countless souls scurried about unaware that a goddess such as her was taking care of them.
As a result, she wasn’t truly growing so much as she was returning to her true form, the one kept locked away in a dimensional fold half the size of the multiverse and twice the size of Sierra, for what little those descriptors mattered. It was a shell now, devoid of a mind; Emily only really had one self to go around, forcing her to leave behind her “real” body whenever she felt like experiencing an ascension again. Unfortunately for her, this also meant her avatar of choice was bursting with power thanks to the incalculable amount of divine energy held within her soul, enough so that it forced her to grow in every direction in a futile attempt at keeping it contained.
It’d never work. No matter how big she became, she would never be big enough to hold back the tide, and she knew it. She felt it as well, the constant waves of power crashing into her from within, as if each heartbeat produced a shockwave that, rather than simply crashing against her outsides, pushed them outwards instead, leaving her bigger and bigger, covering more and more of her surroundings.
She wasn’t even crashing into things anymore. That would require her to be destroying whatever was in the way as opposed to simply absorbing all of it into her form, leaving behind nothing but smooth, flat terrain. Not the people though, those would be given the same treatment as always: becoming passengers upon her glorious form, allowed to pick one spot to remain in for the duration of the ascension. Afterwards, it was an unfortunate reality that they would have to be “taken”, as she liked to think of it, but that was fine; their souls would remain intact and ready for reincarnation into the next universe, where they would be subject to the same pleasurable excess all over again!
Better that they be given this eternal recurrence than have to deal with the monotony of everyday life. Emily could barely imagine it: a whole multiverse full of people who were born, who lived, who died, all without knowing the tender touch of a goddess such as herself. That was the true crime, the true injustice! If not for her, then these little ones would never know Heaven as they were meant to! She was doing them a service really, especially those lucky enough to get caught in between her breasts or be glued onto her thighs: softness everlasting, neverending, enough so that one’s mind would break from it all.
But, once again, this was fine. What could someone possibly want other than an experience so transcendent that one’s conscious self was unable to comprehend it? An overload of sensations and feelings so grand in scale that the only way to deal with it was to shut down completely, leaving behind nothing but one’s basic instincts and the need to continue seeking further stimulation. Ultimately, this was what Emily was offering there: a way out, a way to break the cycle and ascend to become something greater, even if the mortal souls around her would never truly experience divinity like herself, Sierra, and, to a certain extent, even Kitty himself.
They’d still be blessed though, in their own way. They still had her to draw power from, her to serve as her mobile, warm paradise upon which to reside. And even after their universe was popped like a bubble and their bodies vanished along with it, their conscious minds would still remain intact, there to float in the interstitial void between realities until either Emily or Sierra decided to restart the process. They wouldn’t remember most of it, at least not explicitly, but after enough cycles, the imprint burned into their subconscious would be deep enough that they’d be vaguely aware of a certain familiarity: they’d look upon Emily and know, instinctually, that she was their mother goddess, and they should welcome her with open arms.
On the other hand, Emily herself was only aware of this in the faintest way possible; she was a tad too preoccupied dealing with her arousal and interminable sense of power to really understand any one thing that was happening to her, what with it all blending together into a continuum of sensations that were barely ever translated into anything remotely comprehensible. It was true sensory overload, with the cat unable to discern any one part of it from any other, awash as she was, drowning and still not wanting to crawl back to the surface. Hell, she wanted to go deeper down, into the dark and murky depths from which she’d never return, purely to experience bliss in its purest form.
And the world, as it always did, suffered for it, with Emily overtaking it at a rate too quick for the globe to react. Not that it’d be capable of it, but at least some advance warning would’ve been a nice send-off; instead, the piece of rock floating through space was fine one moment, then suddenly found itself burdened by a giantess whose mass was far above what it should be given her size… which was certainly saying something, given that Emily had already grown to take over a large metropolis along with its urban sprawl. She was dense though, and that led to a series of quakes that threatened to destabilise most of the tectonic plate she was on, and that was with her holding still; the moment she began writhing around, or, heavens forbid, tried to move, it was all over.
But it couldn’t last. There was a whole universe out there and Emily wasn’t going to stay there, lying on the ground forever. She needed to get up, needed to get all that energy out of her in some way, and she no longer cared how that happened. Be it through opening her mouth and letting out whatever noises her throat produced, or thrashing about while absorbing anything in the way, or any number of reality-warping thoughts that altered the very fabric of existence itself, she couldn’t keep it in. She had to moan, she had to writhe, she had to grow bigger and bigger, more and more, until the whole world trembled underneath her, no longer capable of withstanding the onslaught that was her expansive ascension.
And with it, came a lack of control. This was the best part of it, when Emily felt her restraint slipping from her hard enough that she couldn’t even hold onto her own carefully-crafted proportions anymore. In a way, this was most of the reason why she even made herself be any size at all: to then become bigger. There was no fun in maintaining a form, no matter how excessive, for to be a goddess was to not be constrained by such silly things as singular shapes or measurements. She existed to become more, and part of this was to take whatever body she had and make it… more.
There was a good reason why her true self, the one hidden far beyond mortal ken, was effectively unrecognisable compared to the way she was there, sprawled over what had to be an entire state. Aeons of self-modification had stacked together to create a creature at once marvellous and terrifying, awesome in its most literal definition, excessive to the point where trying to describe it would require entirely new language just to begin having some hope of getting near what it was.
By comparison, a state-sized cat with tits big enough to cover half their body was downright restrained, though given Sierra’s increased presence beyond the horizon, it wouldn’t remain that way for long. The Latias’ infiltration of that universe was near-complete, her divine self intruding upon the barriers placed to keep her away as Emily’s will faltered and their ability to hold up the walls came crashing down along with them. Soon Sierra would be looming over the whole world, her smile wide enough to consume it, her hunger such that it bordered on the downright animalistic.
She could eat it all and it wouldn’t matter. Emily would just transport herself out or make a new body for herself and the cycle would begin anew; hell, it wouldn’t even be the first time the Latias ate her friend, nor would it be the last. But this was Emily’s ascension, and Sierra had forgone any involvement the moment she agreed not to take part in it directly; nothing stopping her from lending a hand indirectly though, and her just being there was certainly more than enough to accomplish that. All she had to do was keep whispering, and Emily would reach the right conclusion on her own.
Said conclusion, of course, being that she needed to get off the planet, but had to do so in a way that would be remembered. There had been so many other lift-offs that they just sort of blended together after a while, turning into an indiscernible mess where any one instance was more or less the same as any other. It took something truly special for an ascension episode to stand out among all the others, something such as, for example, Emily not actually lifting off from the planet in a… conventional manner.
Typically, she used her feet. She stood up, hopped, and that was it; it was the best way as far as she was concerned, since then it allowed her to be “right” side up when she began orbiting the planet, no need to rearrange herself or anything. Others were via her hands, whenever she was a bit too horny to stand and needed to push the planet off of herself rather than the other way around. One would be forgiven for thinking this was what would happen in that cycle as well: Emily was firmly stuck to the ground, both from her own arousal and her full rack, and the easiest way out of it was to just roll over and press the palm of her hands against the ground before pushing her arms out.
That day, however, was nothing if not unconventional, and Emily wasn’t feeling like doing things the normal way. In fact, she wasn’t feeling like doing things in any way; whatever form of directed intent she might’ve had was long-since buried by a multiverse’s worth of pure horny energy in its most condensed form, leaving her decision-making process stalled for the foreseeable future. She was a creature of pure instinct now, guided only by whatever her hormones decided would be a good idea… and her hormones wanted her to be big.
She was already on her front, so the best way forward was obvious. Her tits were already big enough to serve as their own pseudo-bed, so the best way forward was even more obvious. All it took was one little step in the right direction, one small ounce of arousal directed mostly towards that one specific area, for it all to come crashing down… or careening up, as the case may be. All Emily felt was a tightness in her chest unlike all others before, and she was already beyond the atmosphere before she realised the root cause of it. Even then it took her a few minutes of stunned confusion before the idea that her breasts catapulted her off the planet solidified… and, by then, she was far larger than the planet itself.
In the meantime though, she still existed. Those few minutes that Emily needed to process what had just happened to her still took place, and were more than enough for the cascading process of growth to truly kick in. The goddess cat’s bust exploded with size, rapidly reaching a point where a single one of her tits could very easily cover her entire body, then kept going until even that size looked positively puny. The result was a very dazed Emily being propelled backwards along with her rack, until Sierra had to get out of the way, lest they be taken in as well! Whenever Emily got going, nothing was left in her wake… except, of course, for the planet itself, which was lucky enough to have a special spot reserved for it.
It was written into the Laws which Sierra and Emily had agreed upon, that whenever one or both of them ascended, the planet itself would no longer be consumed… in a fashion. It was still going somewhere it wasn’t supposed to, but not their mouth; rather, and in that particular case, it would be welcomed into a far more intimate part of Emily’s body, where it could be kept safe where nothing and no one would ever harm it. That being said, Emily herself was still reeling from the sudden and explosive growth of her bust; even if the rest of her body went along with it somewhat, she still fumbled as her muscle memory kicked in and did its best to try and move her homeworld down to where it was supposed to go.
Once there, however, it served as the final key to lock Emily in place. Once that source of stimulation was in place and ready to keep her on edge near-permanently, no matter how much bigger she became, the goddess cat really had no way to go but out. Out and taking whatever was in her path, absorbing it into herself that she may grow, and burgeon, and bloat, and swell, and thicken, and whatever else popped into her head. And there, with her, forever and perpetually by her side, was Sierra, so little despite their real self being so much larger, cooing as their presence approached her, mouth at the ready.
It couldn’t have gone any other way. A pair of breasts that large could only ever be seen by Sierra as something to latch onto and drink, something Emily was more than happy to provide for; what else would she do with them other than just that? Sierra had been so nice to her that it only made sense that she offer herself up for the taking; hell, throw in an extra row of breasts as well, really seal the deal and give the Latias what they most desired.
It wasn’t as if she was lacking for growth power. She could keep going forever.
And she would.
