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Prompt of the Week - Week 62
🕑 Added 2021-09-25 12:41:47 +0000 UTCTAGS: Goddess/Godlike, Hyper Breasts/Butt, Hyper Curvaceous, Ascension
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She found it odd how so very few people seemed willing to come meet her in her natural habitat. Granted, not a lot of them were space-worthy, but surely if they just tried hard enough, they’d be able to develop that skill, no? After all, her own people were quite adept at it, and the corgi didn’t think that either she or anyone else of her kind were that special; they might be utterly colossal, they might be capable of distorting gravity wells just by being there, but ultimately, they were just a bunch of dogs in space that didn’t need nearly as many accoutrements to survive in the vacuum as everyone else seemed to require. Perhaps this was meant to be exceptional, but she certainly didn’t seem to think so; granted, everyone else did, but that was a matter for another day entirely, even if “another day” was effectively every other day, given how far the corgi had gone in her quest to find a suitor. She was told right off the bat that it would take a while, but being herself, figured that this didn’t actually mean much; all the older folk home were constantly going on about how important it was to “maintain the balance”, always with the “custodian of the heavens” this and “keeper of galactic peace” that, never enough time for what she wanted to do. So what if they were literally planet-sized and couldn’t actually land anywhere without copious amounts of compressor wear, unless of course they wanted to crack the planetary body into smithereens from tidal forces alone? She was lonely, she needed someone to spend time with, and she certainly wasn’t going to find them standing around doing absolutely nothing in the dark matter keyknots that the rest of her kind liked to hang around. Granted, she did understand the importance of it, but really, there were so many of her own that surely one going missing wouldn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things, not when they could just make more… at least, she assumed they could; the corgi hadn’t actually ever seen a pup of her own kin, but she assumed that they were around somewhere. Couldn’t be that her kind just popped into existence absent any kind of stimulus, that was just ridiculous.
Still, her search for a hubby took her far and wide; this was her third galaxy already, with the previous two having given her absolutely nothing in terms of suitable suitors. Sure, there were plenty of chancers, most of which were attracted purely to her raw size, but not a single one who could actually take her at her utmost, not one who could effortlessly compete with her enthusiasm, her ability to live life to its fullest… and, well, her size as well. The corgi had to admit, that much was a bit of a sticker when it came to picking someone to spend the rest of her life with; as much as she’d love to say that size was no objection, she was still bigger than a gas giant with tits even larger and an ass to match, so any prospective suitors either had to be of similar girth or needed to be exceedingly good with their hands in order to compensate. And legs. And arms. And just about anything, really; as much as the corgi could choose to amplify her own sensitivity at will, she couldn’t be expected to do all the work, not when merely existing within realspace already required her to exert considerable influence over the laws of physics in order to prevent the gravitational collapse of whatever stellar system she happened to be in… that, and keeping her spilled milk from coalescing into a black hole thanks to its sheer density. She recalled the advice imparted on her before she left in her quest: milky nebulae good, milky singularity bad. Simple enough, though given her need for constant release, the giant canid honestly forgot about it far too often; more than once she’d had to fiddle with the force of gravity in her local vicinity in order to undo an unfortunate black hole or five, at which point she figured it was best if she turned around and went elsewhere. And thus her adventure continued, star after star, planet after planet, one civilization after another giving her absolutely nothing to work with; plenty of potential, but none of it realized, leaving the corgi increasingly desperate for a mate and ever more acutely aware that maybe the universe just wasn’t ready for a stellar-sized goddess dog to show up asking if anyone wanted to take her out on date. Unbeknownst to her, however, there was yet someone capable of living up to her expectations, and third time being the charm, she of course had to run into them on the third planet of the third system of the third galaxy she’d visited. Amazingly, the whole place was entirely unremarkable, being little more than a tiny blue marble in some backwater section of the galactic arm it was on, populated by a civilization that had barely even reached its own satellite, let alone gotten anywhere further along the Kardashev scale. It was such a far cry from the sort of galaxy-spanning mega-imperiums that the corgi was used to that, for a fleeting moment, she considered just not going there, figuring it was best if the population of the tiny planet remain blissfully unaware of what awaited them once they figured their problems out down below… but there was something pulling her down. She couldn’t tell what it was, only that it spoke to her, though whether it was her seldom-used intuition or something else entirely, the corgi couldn’t say; still, better to be safe than sorry, and besides, it wasn’t as if she was capable of doing more damage to that planet than anything else could. If she should happen to accidentally bump it, she could just as easily put it back into its proper place; thus, she began her slow descent towards it, taking care not to disturb the orbit of any of the myriad of planets around the one she was visiting. Meanwhile, down below on the surface, a young unicorn by the name of Mark, blissfully unaware of anything that was going on further up above, had just woken up to what he assumed was going to be a day just like any other. He had a shift starting in about an hour or so, meaning he had at most half an hour to get ready and have breakfast before needing to rush to catch the bus; once at his workplace, that would be another eight hours of absolute boredom inputting numbers into a set of electronic worksheets, after which he’d come back home, have some dinner, spend a couple of hours playing video games, then go to bed in order to reset the cycle. He honestly couldn’t be happier; as much as his job required absolutely none of his mental faculties, it did afford him plenty of free time (whenever his superiors weren’t looking) once he finished his assignments, giving him some wiggle room to pursue other interests… not that he had much hope for his debut novel, but still. Never in his wildest dreams did Mark imagine that his presence was resonating with an indescribably vast and overwhelmingly powerful giantess come to visit him from the deepest reaches of intergalactic space; hell, even the corgi herself had no idea that it was the unicorn who was drawing her closer, preferring to think that it was just her natural curiosity picking up on something that her conscious self hadn’t. It was only when she got close enough to begin making apart individual continents that the proto-goddess realized that something was definitely off about that planet: not only was it populated by folk who seemed entirely unaware of her presence, despite the fact that she was… well, herself, but the whole place just seemed to radiate an aura of menace that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Everything about it told her to stay away, as if she were trying to pick a flower that turned out to be a strangler vine or somesuch; that is, of course, apart from that one signal, that one individual mind whose very presence alerted her to it. Somewhere down there, amidst the mere billions of glinting souls that all seemed happy to collectively ignore a literal space corgi taking up most of the space around their world, there was someone who she wanted to see. This was, to put it lightly, not an experience that the canid was used to, especially not around worlds so underdeveloped; usually, it was the populace that turned to her, not the other way around, so for her head to tell her that she should go further down to investigate… well, something was absolutely out of the ordinary with that person, whoever they may be, so much so that the corgi couldn’t help but look deeper into it. Sadly, she still couldn’t just show herself in her full splendour, lest the planet be shattered by her mere presence, and with the lack of any manufacturing lines dedicated to size compressors, the corgi’s options were somewhat limited. She could use her own power to shrink herself down to a more manageable size, but there was a strict time limit on how long she could keep that up; her body being what it was, it yearned to be set free whenever constrained, often to the point where it felt like it had a life of its own. Nevertheless, with something calling for her with a degree of strength that she’d never seen before, the giantess had to try, even if it ended up causing severe earthquakes whenever she wasn’t paying attention to how heavily she put her feet down; thus, when Mark finally got ready to leave, toast just barely down his throat and his mind racing with all the thing he’d be doing at work that day (seeing as he got most of his assignments finished the day prior without telling anyone), what he saw when he opened the door wasn’t the hallway outside his apartment. Or, rather, it was; it just happened to be blocked by someone that he had never seen before, yet every fiber of his being screamed that he knew from somewhere else. This made little sense of course, because Mark was entirely convinced that he’d remember if he saw someone like that corgi at any point in the past: her curves were so absurdly exaggerated that, for a fleeting moment, the unicorn genuinely came to believe that he was hallucinating, either through accidentally hitting his head somewhere without noticing it or as a result of that weird-tasting butter that he’d chosen to ignore. Yet, no matter how much he tried to not see it, the canine in front of him refuse to dissipate into the aether; in fact, she actually took a step forward, making it clear that, if she was an hallucination, then his brain was apparently very good at coming up with realistic jiggle physics. Immediately Mark felt his pants tighten when he took a better look, his eyes going wide as they tried to take in everything at once and failed; from the wide, motherly hips that would most likely get stuck in the front door, down to a set of thighs that were each about as thick (if not thicker) than his own torso, capped on top by an ass of such colossal dimensions that it nearly reached the floor, nevermind the fact that the corgi was standing up. The just-right amounts of pudge on their belly were, sadly, kept hidden away by a bust that more or less covered the corgi’s entire upper half, jutting out several feet on either side of her while still keeping most of her thighs visible, being almost impossibly perky despite their immense size; add to that the faint sloshing coming from within, and it became clear that those thing were somehow natural, and producing as well, which was only further confirmed when a few white droplets began to appear on the fully exposed nipples capping those vast milktanks. After all, the corgi was completely naked, apparently unperturbed by public nudity laws, or just basic decency; not that Mark was going to complain, not when he was the one receiving the gift of such a beautiful, gorgeous goddess come to visit him, even if he was certain it was entirely in his head. Things weren’t made any better when this fantasy woman politely asked him if she could come in, at which point the unicorn simply nodded along and acted as if it was the most natural thing for him to do; he was already unable to go to work anyway, owing to whatever state he could possibly be in, so why not go the full mile and see what happened when he accepted the request and made a guest out of that impossibly curvaceous, beautiful canid he was totally not seeing with his very own eyes? Hell, he could barely stop himself from chuckling when he stood back and watched as the poor thing struggled to get through the door, clearly not ready for the challenge; it was surprisingly endearing, given that rather than swearing, the corgi replaced each word with a more family-friendly euphemism, yet did so in a way that appeared genuine, as if she wasn’t so much trying no to be offensive as it was simply the way that she was… and that, above all else, set off plenty of red flags in Mark’s head. At no point had he ever given the slightest shit about holding back his tongue, nor was it something he looked for in a partner; swearing or no swearing, it was entirely secondary to him, and while the constant use of less-harsh terms was undeniably adorable, it wasn’t something he cared enough to put on his checklist. So why, he thought to himself, did his hallucination seek to include that incredibly inconsequential detail? More than that, how come his fantasies had such great fluid physics? He wasn’t an engineer, much less one that knew how water or milk worked, but he did know what was right and what wasn’t, and what he saw then, when the corgi’s tits were smushed together in her attempt at squishing through the door… oh, it was right. Mark could feel his left pant leg grow increasingly tighter as his cock made its way down, growing towards its full size as he watched the impossibly large canine try to force her way through the front door, the very frame groaning as it was broken and stretched to pieces, barely capable of containing the dog trying to get into the apartment. He even considered offering help, but figured it’d be best if he let his guest make that decision; besides, the last thing he wanted was to be b-wait, what was he talking about, of course he wanted to be buried underneath a pair of tits bigger than his whole body! Mark could barely hold back as he rushed towards the corgi, loudly offering his assistance and grabbing hold of her hands once she extended her arms, not once thinking about the mechanics of it all when he began pulling. All he knew was that, given the momentum and sizes involved, the moment the corgi came loose, she’d tumble forwards and end up slamming against the ground, and while she would be perfectly fine, albeit with a couple of sore nipples, he would be buried in marshmallow, in what had to be his best dream come true; whether or not it was even happening seemed entirely meaningless when his brain seemed perfectly capable of feeling the softness of those milktanks just by proximity alone, leaving the poor unicorn red-faced and hard of breath… though the latter might be mostly due to physical exertion. The corgi was heavy, so much so that he barely felt any progress even when he put his back into it; in fact, at times, it felt as if the canid was actually pulling back, despite the fact that she insisted otherwise and kept egging him on, kept telling him that he should keep pulling if he wanted her to come in. The world went out of focus the more of himself he put into it, as if nothing else mattered but getting the corgi inside his house, that the two might exchange a moment together, no matter how fleeting. As for the corgi herself, her plan had worked wonderfully; she didn’t expect her newest lover to get into it so quickly, plus she had the slightest suspicion that he might think it was all in his head, but both of those things could be taken care of quite easily when the two of them were back upstairs. It was important that the unicorn keep pulling; while she was capable of transferring some of her power into someone of much smaller stature, the kind of odds involved in finding a suitable body that could survive such a process were so low that she’d never even thought of the possibility of ever finding anyone that could share even a fraction of her own divinity… yet there he was. Sure, she had to structure the transfer of power in such a way that it made sense to her suitor; it wouldn’t do for him to just get it, he had to work through it in some manner, giving their brain a narrative around which to weave their new existence. It was hard work, creative work, but the corgi figured that she had it down once the world around them began to melt away and the two were halfway back to space before the unicorn realized something was off… and by that point, it was too late to do anything about it.
One might think that it was, perhaps, a bit rude to deify someone without asking. But Mark didn’t seem to mind, and the corgi herself had gone so long without finding anyone that even the slimmest chance of being done with her quest was worth the potential hassle of putting things back where they were. And Mark himself was putting so much energy into it… how could she say no?
It was fate, after all.
