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Against The Clock - Part 3-1 (Patreon Commission for VDO)
🕑 Added 2022-04-05 15:31:21 +0000 UTCTAGS: A VDO Story (TM), Pokémon, Hyper/Hyper Everything, Extreme Perfection, Tentative Shared Universe
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“This is silly.”
Harris smirked. Lee had been saying that for the past half an hour, yet at no point did anything to actually stop him despite having multiple opportunities to do so. They’d stood there, taking all of it, never once lifting a finger, not even when they were having their arms put through the sleeves of their suit and could very easily rip it apart. Instead, their contributions were limited to occasional snarky comments, and very rarely a growl or two.
All of it, of course, with the oddest little smile on the corner of their mouth, a gesture trying its best to escape despite the owner body desperately wanting to keep it contained. Harris, for his part, was more than happy to keep poking at the big lug, knowing full well that, despite their insistence that they hated the “professor look”, the Alakazam’s eyes had been darting towards the mirror the two of them had in their bedroom, and not always with a look of disdain on their face. Granted, they might just be looking at the Espeon’s ass, but said Espeon chose to interpret it differently.
“It’s just for one night, hush,” Harris responded, perhaps for the fourth time already, “you know everyone’s getting antsy over it, so just be on your best behaviour and it’ll be fine, I promise.”
“You don’t have to tell me to be on my best behaviour,” Lee shot back, glaring down at his mate, “it’s your mother I’m worried about.”
There was a moment of silence when Harris returned the look, waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for the punchline to be delivered. But, rather than it coming his way, what he saw instead was a dreadful nothingness where, for the first time since the two had ever met, the Espeon legitimately felt uncomfortable around the Alakazam, because for once, they had made a perfectly valid point about someone that he couldn’t possibly refute… yet still very much wanted to.
“My mom’s got… experience with this sort of thing. I think,” Harris quickly imagined up, hoping it was remotely true, “I’m sure she’ll be fine. Honestly, it’s m-”
“I’m not worried about you, honey,” Lee cut through almost instantly, his tone nothing if not sincere as he reached to give Harris a pat on the head and a quick smooch, “I know you’re not an idiot, you can keep it in your pants for five minutes if you really want to. Besides, they’re all gods, so even if you didn’t they’d probably like it even more; no, it’s your mom and Mina I’m worried about, since… you know.”
“Mom putting Mina on our team has nothing to do with it; she just suggested it, others had to go through the process and sign off on it and they’re not on the chopping block. My mom’s just here because someone from the office has to be, and I’d rather it be her than anyone else. Besides, she can keep it in her pants too if she wants to.”
Lee raised a single eyebrow.
“I think,” Harris added, hastily and without making eye contact.
“Just… I don’t want things to go wrong, you know?”
“They won’t, darling, I promise” - Harris lowered his voice to a softer register, all-but splaying himself over Lee - “plus, we have Mina with us; if anyone can convince the people at the office that she’s harmless, it’s herself! So come on, we have an appointment and we can’t miss it, you know how to use the network?”
“I’m good,” Lee replied, dusting himself off for the tenth time, “just let me know when you arrive so we can both get started at the same time, alright? I think Mina and your mother are doing the same, so we should hopefully have this done within a couple of hours at best; then we can go out for dinner like we planned to, alright?”
In response, Harris got up on the tip of his paws and planted a quick kiss on Lee’s lips, smiling as he pulled back. With a snap of his fingers, and a parting grin, the Alakazam vanished from sight, leaving the Espeon behind to let out a relieved sigh, happy that at least his mate had their head screwed on straight.
As he observed himself in the mirror, wincing slightly at how much of his ass he had to hide in order to fit into that tuxedo, Harris ran through the mental checklist he had pinned to the inside of his skull once more, trying to remember everything he was supposed to discuss: Mina, her uncontrollable growth and how it “encroached” on divine territory, potential sanctions should she overstep her bounds, and… about a dozen other things which he honestly couldn’t be bothered remembering. He knew that the people he was about to talk to were going to barrage him with questions anyway, so wasting time memorising something he wouldn’t be expected to remember struck him as entirely unnecessary.
For Lee, the situation was perfectly reversed. He didn’t know why divine matters had to be resolved through dinner parties with specific families, but he figured that even the godly hierarchy was vulnerable to nepotism as the mortal world; of course the final decision rested in the hands of a handful of powerful families that technically-not-technically controlled most of the decision-making that went on behind the scenes, and of course they all had preferred traits and virtues they insisted on saying were their foundational principles. And of course he was sent to meet with the one family who most valued logic, reason, and knowledge, all in this stupid professor get-up he… really tried to pretend like he hated with a passion.
Sighing, Lee held still for a moment, looking at himself as he tried to come up with a good reason why he shouldn’t be as hard as he was. Lucky that the clothes came with their own compressor field, or else he would’ve burst clean out of it the moment he was fully dressed; it was perhaps an unfortunate situation that he found himself in, having to act like he was in such an undignified position that he just couldn’t wait for an opportunity to get out of that get-up and into something more comfortable.
In reality, he was standing there, trying his level best not to start growing out of pure arousal, doing whatever he could to act cool as he materialised in front of a house that at once magnificently overwrought, and yet simple enough that he didn’t know whether he could fit inside. He wasn’t acquainted to the sort of dimensional warping that was characteristic of the divine realms, his only experience with it being Harris and his… predilection towards expansive growth, so to have to deal with something that made his mind’s eye so confused, especially when he was already as horny as he was, didn’t rank all that high on his list of priorities.
He breathed out, then back in to puff his chest up before moving forward, opening the door with his powers to reveal… that he was already inside the house, having closed what looked to be a section of the wall leading into a large, opulent dining room, where a family of Abras was waiting for him, because of course it was a family of Abras.
Halfway across the universe, or perhaps just a few steps in the right non-direction, Harris had appeared from thin air in front of one of the few divine estates that he’d never set foot in. He’d heard about them, and the fact that he was sent there of all places didn’t exactly go over his head: send the Psychic-type with impossibly advanced powers into a house filled with Dark types, haha, very funny, very dignified, not at all borderline insulting for someone who had no intention of abusing his powers for the sake of getting off scott-free. Honestly, at times it felt like the people in charge of the operation just didn’t know him, which was weird, given that he made sure to butt-slam into them whenever he had the chance.
Still, it was better than nothing, and besides, he wasn’t there to intimidate anyone, he was there to have a frank and open discussion about the merits of keeping Mina in the organisation, working exactly as she had beforehand. Nothing more, nothing less, and it certainly wasn’t going to be the hilariously oppressive architecture that made him think twice; granted, that was probably there from the beginning, but the Espeon couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of amusement at the idea that his hosts might genuinely be trying to creep him out for whatever reason.
With a smile, he phased through the door as was standard, and sat down on the first chair that was materialised underneath him; already he found himself lounging in a posh, yet oddly restrained living room, standing in front of a fire with a couple of older Umbreons in front of him, the three of them seated in a triangular arrangement. It was all that Harris could do to stop himself from crossing one leg over another and summoning a glass of wine, purely to make a proper entrance; he restrained himself instead, knowing that a lot more rode on the balance that time than just his own personal amusement.
“So, I see we skipped the pleasantries!” he promptly spoke up, “So why don’t we get down to business and start discussing-”
…
“-Mina…”
Lee had sat down on one end of the dining table, doing his best to ignore the obvious visual and spatial distortions happening all around him. They were just the usual, he kept telling himself, just the same kind of stuff that happened with and around Harris, he didn’t have to worry, the universe wasn’t about to collapse. He just had to breathe in, stay calm, focus on the Abra family in front of him, and not think about why the eldest daughter was making her cleavage ever deeper by both shortening her dress and making their tits bigger… or why their mother was doing the same. Or why the dad was growing their cock and balls out.
Honestly, was the entire pantheon just filled with horndogs?!
“I understand that the matter of Mina is a… contentious one,” Lee tried to explain, pacing himself and keeping his voice at a tone he considered acceptably neutral, “and I understand that many among the gods are justifiably preoccupied about whether or not Mina intends to usurp their positions or bypass proper ascension protocol. And I understand that my position as a mortal might make it seem as if I have a stake in the matter, as it were, but I hope to convince you that this is not the case. In fact-”
…
“-I have absolutely no intention of arguing this with you,” Harris retorted, not allowing the god to his left to get another jab in, “I get that you think she isn’t following the rules, but let’s not get personal, shall we?”
“I agree,” the other Umbreon added, “that was entirely uncalled for; we have plenty of ammunition to throw before resorting to dirty bombs, Issun, let’s not go there just yet.”
“My deepest apologies, I don’t know what came over me,” the offending god retorted, raising one hand, “nevertheless, we must make our apprehension known, and not just because Miss Mina is bypassing every proper step on her way to our door! As much as others might not want to put their foot down and admit it, I will.”
“Oh, please, do tell” - Harris did try to avoid making himself sound sarcastic. Key-word being ‘try’ - “I’m sure you won’t say something so horrendously offensive I’ll actively have to step in and legally defend her honour as per section sixteen, article nine, paragraph three.”
“Issun…”
A moment of tension… and the Umbreon backed off. Harris smiled to himself: one-nil.
Somewhere beyond the veil, Harris’ mother was getting ready to engage in a little applied diplomacy of her own. Unlike the Espeon, the Mewtwo goddess had no compunctions whatsoever about showing herself off, nor did she bother hiding her curves any more than she usually did; while not even remotely close to her true size (which, to be fair to her, applied to most gods anyway), it was still far larger than what most deities would consider to be… conventional.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Mewtwo prepared the final touches on her form: a bit more ass to spill over from the top of her suit pants, a lot more tit to strain the buttons on her shirt and create such a cavernous cleavage that she’d be concerned if people didn’t want to dig their hands into it the moment they first saw it. Honestly, there was more breast on display than there was hidden, which was entirely the point as far as she was concerned: hopping once in her spot, she was delighted to hear an absurd amount of sloshing coming from within her bust, reasoning that, if she was going to that house of all places, then she should at least give her hosts exactly what they wanted.
And for that, she had a second tool at her disposal, for at her side, laid out in a small pyramidal pile on top of a pure golden tray, was a batch of cookies. Normally considered to be the bare minimum one could offer in the case of a divine visit, Harris’ mother had gone above and beyond with that that batch, seeing as she didn’t use her milk that time around; there was plenty of it to give, but seeing as they were going to discuss Mina, it was only fitting that she bring along proof positive of what the Growlithe could do when she actually tried.
Before that though, something else. She admired her curves once again, tracing her contours with the fingers on one hand, trying to ascertain how big she should be. Already her ass was about as big as one of her couches, a kind of size she’d taken from Harris and learned to love, while her bust, despite being quite a bit smaller, was still large enough that it covered most of her front down to the waistline, with ample amounts of backboob for anyone who appreciated that sort of thing. She could, of course, still be bigger, but that would mean unleashing part of her true self onto her set of clothes, and that just wouldn’t do.
She looked down at the cookie tray. She knew she shouldn’t; not only were those not for her, but Mina’s milk was both highly nutritious, extremely filling, and potentially addictive for deities like herself. It was a risk she was taking, and not a light one either; it could very well turn out that the moment she had her first bite, she wouldn’t be able to stop… which obviously meant that the easiest way for her to avoid this would be to eat the whole thing in one go and don’t think about it too much.
Reaching out, Mewtwo took the topmost cookie, and before her self-preservation could kick in, opened her mouth and threw it in there, breaking it in half by pressing it up against the roof of her tongue and just crushing the two sides with a single, powerful clench of her jew, right before swallowing the whole thing. She’d normally take longer to appreciate the complicated flavours she always made sure to include, but circumstances being what they were, speed was very much key.
Fortunately for her, even her celerity wasn’t enough to prevent her entire body locking up when the taste hit her. It was the best sort of effect, where the immediate impacts was non-existent, but the flavours creeped up on her after she ate the treat, filling her throat before spilling onto her mouth and tongue, leaving behind something that could only truly be described by comparison. It was the day she’d met Harris’ father and the two of them spent an aeon or two fucking one another around the gravity well of a black hole; it was the day she’d had Harris, and could just tell that young kit was going to be her pride and joy. It was the day that she saw him come of age and immediately go to work trying to “fix” all the holes in reality, and it was the day she first saw Mina, resplendent and perfect, and knew what she meant for the universe at large.
Mewtwo was dumbstruck. She thought her own milk was something special, but this… this was something else entirely. Her whole life was flashing before her eyes and, rather than feeling like she was being dragged off to the pits of Hell, she was instead being elevated, brought up to some sort of super-Heaven that lay even further beyond the paradises created for the mortals below. It was about as close to an out-of-body experience that a creature that could have out-of-body projections made at will could possibly experience, and for once, Mewtwo felt as if she were vulnerable… but that was fine, because Mina was there, and Mina would never let her come to harm, not even if it killed them! It wouldn’t, of course, but the sentiment remained.
All that said, the cookies did more for Harris’ mom than just root her to her spot and cause her to experience something akin to a non-sexual Nirvana, because they absolutely went for a sexual one as well. First came the tightness around the chest, then came the louder sloshing, and before she could do anything about it, her tits were bloating.
Now, Mewtwo wasn’t a stranger to having her breasts grow, fill, or a combination of those two. In fact, one could make the argument that she was used to it happening, more often than not on her command as well; being the sort of goddess she was, it’d be silly to expect her not to add a few cup sizes to herself whenever she was bored, or to hold back whenever given a chance to splurge out.
This time, however, the difference was that she was growing several cup sizes despite still technically having her body be compressed. The distortion effect was still there, that much she was certain of, yet when she looked down at her bust, at the ample and almost absurd cleavage she had on full display, she could clearly see it deepen and lengthen as the weight pulling down on her back kept rising higher and higher. Her eyes fixed on the mirror again, Mewtwo could clearly see her rack expanding in every direction, stretching her shirt to the breaking point as inch after inch of soft, supple flesh was added to her. Soon enough, the three buttons in the front had nothing but thin strips of cloth holding onto them, with her thick, puffy nips protruding far enough that they were practically ripping through the cloth. By the time she was done growing, her breasts were hanging close to her knees without the slightest hint of sag…
… which was good for her, because she still wasn’t done filling.
Mewtwo knew better than anyone else that those sorts of growth spurts came in two stages: first the room, then the milk to stuff it full to bursting. And though her tits were already a moment away from crashing through the buttons holding them decent, they weren’t nearly done with their milky filling, which only then began in earnest. All Mewtwo could do was stand there and watch as the boob “window” she had so carefully crafted, now turned into… well, just boob, really, began puffing upwards as her milktanks began filling in earnest, not so much growing as they did bloat, their form struggling to adopt a more spherical countenance while fighting against the constricting confines of her shirt, which for some reason refused to budge. A step back was taken when she felt her tits smush against the dresser, yet another when they reached the ground; once the dam broke, and both of her head-sized buds erupted with a gout of milk each, her colossal mammaries had become akin to small cars, begging to be drained, needing to be emptied… such luck that she was headed to where she was.
Blissfully ignorant of everything happening as a result of her actions, Mina stood very sheepishly on the border of the divine realm, waiting for authorisation to step through and do what she needed to do, even if she had very little idea what that was supposed to be. She was aware that the gods were, for whatever reason, scared of her and what she could accomplish, and seemed to be under the impression that she was going to usurp them somehow? Absolute nonsense as far as she was concerned, but she had to deal with it anyway, or else everyone else around her would pay the price. She doubted anyone would really move on her, for no reason other than the fact that they really, really couldn’t, but they could always strike at those she cared for, and that was unacceptable.
It certainly didn’t help that, ever since her last stint fixing a dimensional rift, she had become… larger than before, to put it lightly. She hadn’t stopped growing, and as a result, stood very close to a thousand feet in height, a trait that, somehow, was still not the most noticeable thing about her. In between a pair of milk-stuffed breasts that she had to triple-compress down to being about her height in width each, and two pawbs that were thankfully large enough that she could fully rest her tits on them, not to mention those hips and cheeks she was rocking behind her, things had gotten so bad that the Growlithe occasionally had trouble getting through doors!
A truly novel experience for her, but at least a sign that she was probably getting a bit too big for the mortal world, at least without some divine allowances. She didn’t want them, of course, but Mina recognised that, sometimes, one had to swallow one’s pride and do what had to be done, for the sake of everyone else if not for oneself. She wasn’t a fan of the method either: being informed that she’d be “hosted” by a particularly powerful divine family reeked of favouritism and the sort of corrupt politics that she strove to guide people away from whenever she had the chance… and, try as she might, Mina could not stop thinking about doing just that, even when she knew for a fact that it would just make people even more suspicious of her.
Still, it was either that or accept that she was beholden to an unfair, unjust system that would only “allow” her to do what she did best if she kowtowed to it, bent over, and took whatever she was told to take. It felt wrong on a fundamental level, that someone like Harris’ mom could exist and be on the same plane as others who were little better than petty tyrants down on the mortal plane. It felt like the sort of thing that needed to be fixed in that one way she knew best… but those were thoughts for later, for after she was done with the meeting, given the keys into the realms of divinity, and then spent a few months pretending like she wasn’t going to clean house the moment everyone was distracted.
Mina sighed, taking care not to let the rush of hot air take down the barrier meant to hold her back from entering, and patiently waited for the manservant on the other side to press the right runes to “let her” through. She could ignore them and enter the house anyway, but that’d be somewhat rude… and possibly lead to her being blacklisted permanently as a result of what was, technically, still trespassing.
