mavortheturnip
patreon
Return to (Ab)Normalcy (Patreon Commission for EonKitty)
🕑 Added 2021-09-06 10:42:49 +0000 UTCTAGS: Hyper, Multi, Macro, Growth, Ascension/Goddesses
---===---
It had been a while since last the universe had been reset, and from there on, things had taken a turn so tight that they could never get back on track. Gone were the days where things returned to normal whenever Emily or Sierra decided to cut loose and enjoy an ascension, gone were the days where their fun was relegated purely to the realms of the outer cosmos, only to be unmade at the last second as everything was put back in its proper place; whether it be because the Latias had successfully broken the kitty goddess in half or because said goddess had always wanted things to go that way and it took an expert hand to convince them, the truth of the matter was that neither of the two women were no longer going to hold back when it came to living life at its fullest. And while for some this meant something entirely innocuous, such as going out for dinner more often or taking that trip they always wanted, when it came to Emily and Sierra, their concept of “seize the day” was… expansive, for lack of a better word. It had been a week since the cosmos was reshaped into a form more fitting that of the two goddesses’ desires, which in practice meant that everything remained exactly as it was, with just enough tweaks to a select few universal constants that reality itself wouldn’t fray at the edges just because the two of them existed. After all, the main source of enjoyment from being as large as they were came from interacting with a world that was far too small to hold them properly, with a population that was of perfectly average size, and thus frankly miniscule compared to them; the true bliss came from affirming their status as deities to everyone around them, a status that had been burned into the minds of all the little ones they fully intended to lord over… even if not directly. It was far funner if they simply lived out their lives without doing anything special, letting their physical avatars do all the speaking for them; why bother taking time out of their day to actively rule over their subjects when they could just be, and in being constantly remind the world around them of their perfection? It made the most sense to both Sierra and Emily, hence why they decided that the best course of action was to return to their daily lives and just act as if nothing had changed, even when literally everything had; for Kitty in particular, this meant waking up every day in a bed far too large for someone like him, beside another cat whose body was so colossal that it was a wonder it hadn’t crushed the smaller feline during the night without Emily realizing it. For Kitty, it meant opening his eyes every morning and seeing her, his love, his goddess, waiting for him to poke her or whisper a word or two so that she might stir from her slumber; once she did, the process was always the same: Emily would groan quietly, pick Kitty up with one hand, and promptly deposit him within one of her three cleavages, where he would remain for several hours afterwards. Neither of them had to work anymore, not when the big cat could simply conjure up whatever they needed in terms of sustenance or luxuries, and their mornings had thus turned into one long series of lazy snuggles… or, to be more precise, a series of squirmings on the part of Kitty, while Emily snoozed away until it was time to eat lunch. Occasionally she would purr, whenever her precious little Kitty did something that pushed enough buttons, and every once in a while the goddess would roll over onto her back and use her hands to smush poor Kitty into a cat-pancake when she decided to give him a full-body titjob. It was heaven, for the both of them, and they wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world; it certainly helped that Emily seemed to be getting bigger by the day, especially around her curves, which she insisted she wasn’t disproportionately fattening despite all evidence to the contrary. Yet when her ass got stuck in a door that was designed to service someone of her height and girth, or when her triple titstack filled up to the point where it was resting on the floor and pushing against the ceiling before being milked, it was hard to deny that Emily was deliberately allowing her body to engorge for her own amusement and arousal. For ultimately, therein lay the issue: proportionality. When both Emily and Sierra were regular-sized, their idea of a good time was allowing their bodies to grow to fill up the entirety of their instance of reality, then keep going until it popped the bubble and occupied multiple dimensional branes beyond their native one. When they were the size of regular folk, their notion of a “day out” was to literally consume the whole of the cosmos and then put it back once they were done, and this was when they were holding back. Now that the two of them had eschewed any such concerns for the world around them, allowing their true selves to shine through without thinking of the consequences, now that both the cat goddess and the Latias were both gargantuan as their default state of being… what were they going to do for fun? What could they possibly do that would give them as much of a kick as their ascension episodes used to? Ascend higher? That much wasn’t an option, as past a certain point, each individual level of existence that they surpassed became frankly meaningless when compared to the totality of everything they had overtaken; they could certainly try their hands at creating a new form of reality, but that would ultimately lead to the same problem rearing its ugly head down the line. No, what they needed was a change of pace, not so much a change in quantity as one of quality; rather than going bigger, the two of them had to come up with a new, novel method of getting their rocks off, even if it meant having to re-tweak their universe to account for it… and it just so happened that they had the perfect solution just lying there, right in the middle of Emily’s tits: Kitty! While the male cat hadn’t been one to grow nearly as much as his better half or his friend Sierra, he was no stranger to expansive episodes, usually as a means of complementing whatever it was Emily was doing, or sating a hunger or two; normally, he wouldn’t be involved during a full ascension event, but rather whenever the cat goddess he called a partner decided to cut loose for a bit and “merely” make herself be landscape-sized. That much, however, would no longer be enough, as Emily recognized that if either herself or Sierra (or both, in a good day) wanted to feel truly satisfied, they were going to have to push Kitty to the very limit, that he might perform his duty just as much as they performed theirs. For it was their role, after all, to be the deities that the world saw them as, and part of that was acting in such a way as to deserve the title to begin with; it wouldn’t do for them to just lie around doing nothing all day every day, they’d need to at least occasionally get up and show off to the planet just what they were capable of, and it was in this exercise that Kitty would help the two goddesses truly shine. He was quite malleable as well, and with some help from his goddess-consort could reach even greater heights indeed; not that most of him was necessary for it, hence why the changes enacted to the cat’s body were highly localized and very specific to what needs had to be catered. Poor Kitty himself barely had time to notice that, when he emerged from within Emily’s busts, he wasn’t in their room anymore, but rather somewhere out in the middle of the woods outside of town; once he processed what he was seeing, however, that’s when he felt the changes, hanging low down below, pulling down on him with a strength only gravity could provide. His brain being what it was, it had effectively shut down everything but its pleasure centers while the cat was trapped inside Emily’s mountainous cleavages, only to reboot and immediately realize something was definitely off about how the smaller cat’s body felt. It wasn’t until he properly opened his eyes and saw that he was sticking out from the very top of the uppermost row of Emily’s breasts, yet could still feel the rest of her busts, that Kitty put two and two together to understand what had been done to him, at which point his face went bright-red and the very thing that caused it began to throb even harder than it had been up until then. He chose not to look back, to the giantess he knew was looming over him, just waiting for an opportunity to stare down at her little man and use that as an opportunity to smooch him hard enough to give him a fresh bath; Kitty was well aware that the moment this happened, he’d lose whatever form of control he still had over himself, which was already thin and weary considering he had to look out at a city-sized cat with tits bigger than they were. Unfortunately for him, Emily had apparently foreseen this possibility, or at least had decided to hedge her bets, because she wasn’t alone: off in the distance, walking over from so far away that Kitty actually got to watch as they emerged from the horizon, Sierra was approaching them… or at least he could only assume it was Sierra, owing to the fact that what he actually saw was a tremendously oversized, slorshing, titanic monster of a belly, big and round enough that the top of it had broken through the clouds above, so heavy that whenever the (presumed) Latias behind it moved, Kitty could feel the ground tremble and quake, the strain of the giant belly smashing onto the planet creating cracks that only grew wider the more the gargantuan goddess worked to get closer to Emily. The cat goddess, for her part, did nothing but continue to lounge about as she already had been, purring contentedly and licking her lips as she waited for the right opportunity to bring Kitty out from their impromptu titty prison; she wasn’t about to rush it, not when she had a cock big enough to fit through all three of her busts lodged firmly between her milktanks, not when her little precious consort was actively trying to buck his hips in order to pleasure her, even if it did very little (if anything at all). It was just the start, and this was what mattered; not the size, not what could be done with it, but the understanding that despite Kitty having been made to have a dick bigger than the downtown area back home, this was nothing but the beginning, with both herself and Sierra having the power to take it to even more absurd heights… ones they would definitely rush towards now that they had a reason to bring Kitty into the fray and have them participate in the absurdity of their divine growth competitions. As for the smaller cat himself, his mind steadily degraded until there was nothing left of it but its baser instincts, and on its own command as well; Kitty not being an idiot, he knew very well that what was coming his way would require very little of his conscious self, but significant quantities of mental fortitude and muscle memory, prompting him to deliberately succumb to the tidal wave of sensory feedback that had been knocking at the door ever since he woke up properly. He knew, deep down, that even though he was throwing caution to the wind and effectively letting Sierra and Emily do with him whatever they wanted, that things would work out in the end; he’d probably be unable to recognize himself by the time it was over, assuming there could ever be a mirror big enough for him to look into, but as long as he had Emily by his side, as long as his precious kitten goddess was there to help him through, then he knew things would work out just perfectly. Granted, it was easier said than done when it came down to it in practice, since carrying a cock several hundred times bigger than his brain played merry hell with his ability to process what said shaft was going through; he literally lacked the neurons required for all the electrical impulses travelling up his spine, practically clogging the poor thing up and leaving him with some kind of sensory backlog: whenever he felt anything at all, he’d likely only actually feel it several seconds later once his brain was done processing everything that came before it, a delay that was sure to grow stronger the more his body was forced to work on overdrive for the sake of the two insatiable goddesses he was about to be stuck between… not that he minded, or in fact would have it any other way; it was his role, after all, as consort to Emily and occasional fuck-buddy to Sierra, to help them reach their true potential, and it just so happened that on that day, this meant being the host to a cock and pair of nuts big enough to satisfy them.
Seconds passed, and the closer Sierra got to the couple, the darker things became… quite literally so, as the belly on that Latias was significantly larger than it appeared at first. It was most likely a result of the giantess making it bigger over the course of her short walk, but details like those hardly mattered when the light of the sun was blocked by a rotund gut that begged to be squeezed and kneaded, a demand that Emily was more than happy to provide for. The goddess cat clambered onto her two feet, clearly struggling to hold up a set of busts that were far too heavy, even for her; the reason for this became evident when she opted to let gravity do its thing, tilting forward and collapsing onto Sierra’s belly, simultaneously squishing all of her tits together and leaving Kitty in an even tighter bind than before! That this caused him to undergo a growth spurt could go without saying, but just how big of a size upgrade it turned out to be was… surprising was a word, certainly, and perhaps one that could get somewhat close to what went through Kitty’s head, yet still insufficient to describe how flabbergasted he felt that he managed to compete for size with his consort’s titstack. He should’ve felt at least somewhat intimidated; at least, his brain was telling him that much, given where he was: locked in place with his colossal goddess-consort on one side and the equally-gigantic belly enthusiast Sierra in the other, by all means, the smaller cat should’ve been quivering in his non-existent boots, even with his cock being artificially inflated to the size that it was at. Yet, despite this, he’d never felt more comfortable in his life; be it because he was trapped in some kind of quadruple-layered marshmallow heaven or thanks to the improved size of his package doing wonders for his self-confidence, the fact of the matter was that, rather than fear or apprehension, Kitty was excited, and far more than he usually was when he got to trot out those sizes. It was never up to him, at the end of the day, it always being Emily who decided when he grew and how much, and most of the time, that was absolutely fine, as Kitty was content to serve as her precious little partner while he partook of the goddess cat’s predilection for growth. Now, however, things were different, and most likely due to the alterations woven upon the fabric of reality by the two colossi responsible for leaving him in such a state to begin with. It was doubtful whether they had deliberately changed things so that their little man would grow more confident, it being far more likely that it was merely the knock-on effect of the two goddesses having changed so much of their cosmos to better suit their whims and desires; regardless, Kitty could tell that something had fundamentally changed, and did so in a way that gave him just enough self-confidence to… well, there wasn’t a lot he could do, stuck as he was, but he could still try and buck his hips some more and hope that did the trick! It wouldn’t do much, as he was certain all the rubbing Emily and Sierra were performing on one another was far more pleasurable, but if he was going to be stuck between six tits with a cock big enough to service them all, it’d be downright criminal if he didn’t make the best possible use of it. Little did he know that what he considered to be a positively insignificant contribution was, in fact, the leading cause for Emily’s complete lack of self-control at that moment, what with the sensations that came with having three titfucks performed at the same time having sent her into a state that could be charitably described as insensate; it was bad enough that even the Latias had stopped trying to poke fun at it, seeing as Emily was so far gone that she was unable to actually fire back, and really, what was the point of playful ribbing if the other side couldn’t dish out as much as they took? It was still slightly entertaining to watch as all it took was a little poke on Sierra’s part for Emily to tip over backwards and land flat on her back, leaving not just a titanic hole in the ground from the impact, but miles-long cracks radiating around her from the sheer weight of it all. Even this wasn’t enough to snap the cat out of her funk, especially once Kitty grew big enough for his tip to poke out from underneath the bottommost row of the goddess’ tits; not that he could see it, having his sight blocked by the divine sets of mammaries, but he could feel it, in the sense that, in the distance, the very end of his shaft wasn’t as pressed down upon as the rest of it, assuming it wasn’t just him losing sensation entirely. He was content in doing what he’d been doing all that time though, even if he couldn’t see the fruits of his labour, on account of being able to hear them; in between the sloshing of milk and the almost deafening moans coming from behind him, Kitty had no need for a bird’s eye view of the proceeds, just the sight of Emily’s face looming over him and the increasingly larger boobwall out in front. It took him a while to notice, but it was indeed still growing, and apparently at the same rate as he thrust into it; made sense, he supposed, seeing as Emily had stopped trying to pretend that she had any semblance of self-restraint anymore. Of course the goddess would let her breasts bloat whenever he thrust his cock in between them, why wouldn’t she? His own dick was swelling as well, so it was only natural that the six orbs servicing it had to keep up as well, lest he end up fucking thin air as opposed to impossible amounts of soft pudge attached to a moaning, mewling giantess who could barely beg for more without descending into nonsense noises. For Sierra, this was one hell of a show; while she couldn’t deny that being naught but a spectator left a sour taste in her mouth, being capable of observing it from up above as she floated above her belly was… certainly an experience, to put it lightly. Never before had she bore witness to when those two kittens let loose and actually made love with the intensity that their bodies craved, much less at those sizes; it was always a scandalous thought that occasionally glanced her mind, but had never been put to practice. On the other hand, and even though she herself wasn’t that much of a fan of the multi-breasted aesthetic, Sierra couldn’t deny that seeing Kitty so enthusiastically throw himself into the middle of those three rows was anything but enthralling, so much so that she began developing ideas on how best to use all of that energetic enthusiasm, ideas which unfortunately required the cat’s undivided attention… and that was a problem. As much as the Latias had completely surrendered to her own godhood, Emily was still a friend, and thus Sierra wasn’t going to just take Kitty away from them so that she could have some fun with the little kitten. She wanted to, in that deepest part of her primal lizard brain that demanded nothing more than immediate gratification, but the rest of her thinking mind recognized how terrible of an idea it would be to deprive her closest friend of what was also their birthright. It was only then, when the Latias was forced to rack her brains for an actual solution to an actual practical problem, that she realized something very important: Kitty was growing, as was Emily, but he was doing so under the auspices of the latter’s power, rather than on his own. Left to his own devices, Kitty would be unable to refashion his body to the degree that it had been, but enter a goddess and suddenly his cock was longer than the three stacked cleavages Emily had on her… and that gave Sierra an idea. It wasn’t a good idea by any stretch of the imagination, in that it required such an ample and flagrant abuse of biomechanics and spatial dynamics that it was very much a good thing she and Emily had broken the universe in half and reshaped it in a better form, but it was an idea that would allow both goddesses to experience heaven at the same time. All it took was the Latias very carefully moving herself so that her belly, rather than being smushed against the ground inside an ever-widening crater, was instead facing upwards, with her back to the ruined landscape. Once there, it was simply a matter of her opening her mouth and using her powers to move herself closer and closer still to the exposed tip of Kitty’s cock, waiting for the right moment to strike, whenever the “smaller” cat had it on full thrust; the moment it was in place, the Latias jumped at the opportunity, lunging forward and bringing that monster of a shaft directly into her mouth, prompting Kitty to freeze in place as his body was wracked by an electric discharge that almost fried his brain entirely! He couldn’t move anymore; how could he possibly do anything at all now that his dick was stuck between six tits and inside a warm, inviting mouth at the same time? Given the position of that belly he was seeing, which he’d only taken notice at that moment, he could only assume Sierra had decided to give him an impromptu blowjob, one that he hadn’t expected coming from someone who had never expressed any sexual interest in him. Not that he was complaining; if anything, the only negative of his current predicament was that he had to resume rolling his hips after his rhythm was interrupted, and now that the tip of his member was firmly lodged inside a throat that was ever so slightly too small for it, it wasn’t nearly as easy as it used to be… but it was far more rewarding. In fact, the poor kitten could barely think by the time he resumed his frantic lovemaking; most of his brain was occupied trying to process the ridiculous amount of sensory information it was being fed, so much so that it couldn’t even send the signals for a proper climax. Kitty knew that he should be cumming, knew that he had crossed the line some time before, yet his physical form was so overloaded by what it was doing that it couldn’t even finish properly, which itself only added to the problem as it activated the cat further. Meanwhile, Emily didn’t even know what was happened at all, her eyes closed as her mind turned inward to deal with everything she was feeling; with a body as large as hers, and the new rules put in place by herself and Sierra, the pleasure overload was such that every inch of ground she gained equated to yet another tender lover jackhammering into her at full strength. Add to that three pairs of breasts with a cock the size of a whole city pistoning between them and the knowledge that it was Kitty, her lover, her precious little consort who was responsible for it, and it was perhaps unsurprising that she would be in such a state of punch-drunk, mindless arousal; after all, was that not the point? She and Sierra hadn’t reshaped the cosmos so they could hang around doing things the old way, they did so in order to experience raw bliss in a way that they never had before; that she was unable to think with how horny she felt was, as far as Emily was concerned, exactly what the two of them wanted, so why bother fighting it? If anything, she should be pouring even more of her power into Kitty’s body just so he could develop an even larger cock with which to thrust into her, coincidentally providing an equally sizeable surprise for Emily several miles away, who certainly wasn’t expecting the tons of cockmeat she had in her mouth to bulge out and multiply, leaving her gagging and gasping for breath… at least until she remembered she didn’t need to breathe at all, which solved most of those problems. The three of them were thus stuck in one another’s embrace, unable to break free after finding the perfect rhythm in which to lock themselves into: Emily, her hands and arms squeezing her tits together to make the most use of the shaft stuck in the middle of them, Kitty, barely awake or sentient anymore as he mindlessly rolled his hips to move a dick too big for him to be capable of moving, and Sierra, who by that point was effectively pinned underneath her own belly on one side and impaled on a cock as big as she was on the other. Granted, the Latias wasn’t taking all of it, but what she had inside of her was enough to visibly bulge her throat out, even more so whenever a load was fired into her and added to the growing problem that was her already colossal gut; problem, because the planet was quickly running out of space to keep all of them on it, despite the fact that things really shouldn’t have gotten to that point so quickly. A miscalculation, to be sure; both Emily and Sierra had been convinced that it would take more than a momentary loss of control for them to outsize a large-enough section of their homeworld that their heads would be intruding on the upper atmosphere, and yet there they were, barely five minutes after starting their debauched ministrations and already ready to jump into orbit at earliest convenience. Honestly, they couldn’t claim to be surprised, not with the sort of thoughts they had swirling around them on a daily basis; really, the biggest wonder was how they’d manage to convince themselves that they would be capable of enacting some degree of self-control, rather than going all-in at the first opportunity they had. Not that any of them were in any fit state for such considerations, but their brains held onto them anyway, for whenever the two goddesses found a moment to reflect on their actions and think things through a bit more thoroughly; maybe, if they were lucky, they might just decide to do something about it, after which they’d probably just reboot the universe again, except with an even bigger growth allowance for the two of them, and Kitty to boot. In the meantime, however, they had nothing to do but keep on enjoying themselves as they had been, locked in the perfect position to best enjoy their myriad attributes, no longer thinking of anything other than whatever they were physically processing at any given moment. Be it cock, tit, mouth, throat, ass, belly, whatever it was, physicality took precedence over anything more intellectual, and soon enough, all three lovers left the bounds of planet-based existence and rose towards the heavens themselves, and the cold depths of the cosmos.
By that point, nothing could stop them, in the most literal sense of the expression. All three of them had reached a stage in their growthsplosion where the laws they themselves put in place ensured that they couldn’t be slowed down, let alone halted; this had become part of the underlying, metaphysical nature of reality, far beyond the grasp of physical constants or universal forces. Rather, it was part of the narrative they told themselves, the story they went through each and every time: the two goddesses (and their precious lover), when together, would grow until nothing existed that could compete with them for size, until such a point as reality itself had to be reset just so they could do it again, and from the moment they left their planet to the instant where they were back on it, nothing could do anything about it.
Well, they could, but the odds of Emily, Sierra or Kitty deciding to stop things were effectively zero; why stop when they could just keep going?
Forever?
