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Purchasing Power - Part 4 (Commission for Xilimyth)
🕑 Added 2021-08-16 10:07:26 +0000 UTCTAGS: Chee!, Growth/Expansion, Transformation, Hyper, Milk/Lactation, Cum/Excessive Cum, Multi, Macro
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The body wash was gone, yes, as was the factory responsible for producing, but just as her body grew into increasingly lewder shapes, so too did Xili’s clarity, oddly enough, increase along with it… not too much, obviously, there was still a healthy cloud of arousal keeping her from seeing everything perfectly, but just enough that she recalled the sequence of events that led her there to begin with, and especially just how much of her current state was due to her, and her alone. After all, the first use of the growth agent had left her massive, sure, but it had been highly localized: her cock doubled up, as did her nuts, and they grew big enough to blast clean through most of her bathroom, but that had been it; everything else, from her tits to the height to the city-wrecking sizes, were either the direct result of her gorging on her own cream (both kinds of it, in fact) or her body reacting to it later down the line. As such, it made sense that, if she really wanted to experience a burst of size that would leave her at a scale so impressively excessive that the only thing that could hope to compete with her would be the local geography, then she had to start drinking again… which posed a slight problem given the fact that she only had one mouth, and far too many taps from which to choose from. Really, the choice was so vast that it left her spoiled, and as a result Xili spent an inordinate amount of time just looking at herself, trying to come up with any solution to her problem that didn’t somehow involve her growing extra heads in order to deal with the additional throughput. It wouldn’t be the first time she had that thought, but seeing as the body wash had only ever made her assets larger, she couldn’t exactly count on suddenly developing multiple brain cases; instead, she resorted to that most precious of resources that she still had at her disposal: memory, and the timeline of events that led her to becoming a giantess on a scale as vast as hers. She vaguely recalled, as if she were peering into a previous life, that after breaking free from her shower and wrecking her bathroom, she found herself pinned against a wall by her nuts and twin shafts, buried underneath a thick layer of her spunk, one so overwhelmingly powerful that, once she opened her mouth and savoured it, the dracat underwent a different change altogether; unfortunately for her, she was out in the open, where there was quite literally nothing but empty space for her to splooge into, leaving her seriously lacking in cramped spots in which to find herself pressed against. Her one shot, in that case, was trying to angle her twelve cocks in such a way that her blasts of cum would somehow end up falling onto her, which was significantly harder than one might expect given how unpredictable their trajectory had become; while there was no shortage of spunk being fired from each of her many shafts, so much so that the release had been moved to her mind’s backburner to keep it from thoroughly crippling her with arousal, the strength at which her loads were being expelled into the outside world gave them plenty of reach. While this was fantastic in terms of how much land they could cover, how much property and free-range territory they could paint a deep, off-colour white, it made it hard to aim at anything in particular; not only was each cock taller than she was by at least a factor of three, if not more, but their thickness made it impossible for the chee to even wrap her arms around them, and that was without taking her many tits into consideration. Not only that, but being arranged in groupings of six meant Xili couldn’t easily pluck one from the bunch without bringing the rest along, and while she was certainly strong enough to do so, it was doubtful whether she had the mental fortitude to resist the flood of serotonin that was sure to leave her unable to think straight the moment she tried to handle her sheaths like that. And even then, even if she did somehow succeed in not only taking hold of her dicks and angling them upwards towards the sky, what guarantee did she have that her cum wouldn’t just end up miles off anyway? Being blasted vertically up from where she stood meant that those globs could easily be diverted by wind currents high the in sky above her, so much so that, rather than serving as personal cum showers, all the dracat’s cocks would instead turn into an excessively roundabout sprinkler system, and while that was undoubtedly hilarious as a mental image, it just didn’t do for what Xili had in mind… but she had to try anyway. The time for thinking things through was over; was the chee not a goddess? Was she not convinced of her divine superiority? Was she not sitting atop a throne of nutflesh producing more hyper-potent seed than every other breeder on the planet, combined, multiplied a thousandfold? Why, then, was she concerning herself with such paltry matters as gravity, or wind resistance, or whatever else the world insisted on imposing upon her? She, and she alone, was the arbiter of reality, the one Power who decided how things happened and for what reason; this was the mark of divinity, the ability to simply state what should be, and have the universe at large adapt in order to fit this new version of reality. And while Xili was initially reluctant to stretch things to the limit in that particular manner, her initial, quaint desire to simply be larger had long-since been superseded by the acquired notion that hers was the body of a goddess, and as such, it came prepackaged with a few certain perks that she would be insane not to try and take advantage of… even if they probably strained the fabric of reality if wielded improperly. Still, the chee found it hard to care; she was going to get herself a cum bath whether or not the universe liked it, and she was going to get it now; so what if her attempts at grabbing one of her cocks resulted in her nearly losing control of her balance? So what if the only reason she hadn’t collapsed backwards was the ridiculously massive set of nuts underneath her? They were there, therefore, it was her right to make good use of them, otherwise she wouldn’t have been blessed with them in the first place! It was flawless logic, at least as far as the chee was concerned, and if not for the fact that she was still small enough to actually hear the little ones scurrying around it, Xili’s mind would’ve very easily slipped into a trance-like state, where the only thing she could focus on was that one, singular goal; sadly, her ears were still very much the same as before, saddling her with the unfortunate reality of being merely the biggest amongst a whole planet’s worth of potential growers. How boring that she should be forced to listen to these people; did they not know that she was a goddess? Surely they must understand that she couldn’t avoid barelling through entire city blocks at a time, nor could she do anything about the multiple rivers of spunk flowing out of her, or the waterfalls of milk splashing down onto the ground below; what was she supposed to do, deny her own nature? To do such a thing would be tantamount to heresy in her book, and the last thing Xili wanted was to hold back after learning the most valuable lesson of all: when it came to her, self-indulgence was the key. If not for her decision to gorge herself on her own fluids, she wouldn’t have become the multi-stacked titaness she was then, and if not for her single-minded dedication to finding the source of the growth agent, she wouldn’t even be having that conversation with herself to begin with. The cosmos had given her every possible indication she could ever ask for to know, for certain, that if she ever had any questions about what to do, the answer would always be “more”: more size, more lust, more arousal, more cock, more cum, more milk, more everything, and if anyone dared to get in the way of that, well, they would very quickly learn that they were powerless to do anything about that. The chee was their deity, and as the chief goddess of that world, she decreed that she was going to take a damned cum bath provided by her own body… and as she did, so too did the universe provide. It felt as if something had changed, like a constant was altered in order to make lifting her hefty shafts just easy enough that she tipped the balances in her favour; perhaps gravity was changed in the local area, or maybe a metaphysical Law had been imposed on her, permitting her to do things that other people couldn’t. Whatever the case, in between her deciding that she was going to heft one of her hexa-cock bundles and the dracat actually managing such a thing were scarce few seconds, not nearly enough time for the giantess to really make a plan of action; acting mostly on instinct than anything else, Xili quickly stuffed her rods directly inside of her many cleavages, almost instantly… well, not regretting, technically speaking, but certainly something like that. It was a cross between her realizing it was probably not the best of ideas with the understanding that it had, nonetheless, paid off far more than she could’ve ever imagined, in that, as it turned out, pushing six dicks into the middle of eight pairs of tits was far more than her brain could really handle, even at the scales she was operating at. Before she knew it, Xili blacked out entirely, only coming to a few moments later after her back slammed against the ground behind her, the dracat having somehow swivelled all the way around the outer edge of her nut throne and ending up destroying yet more of the city in the process. Thankfully, however, this also gave her the best possible position from which to angle her many shafts properly; in fact, now that she was flat against the Earth itself, all that was really needed were her two hands holding her twelve rods vertically at a ninety-degree angle to herself, and in just a few moments’ time, the deluge would be unleashed! No stimulation was needed, at least not of the physical variety; just being there, staring at herself, realizing what her body had become as she was constantly shown her form from the best possible angle, was more than enough for the dracat, whose pleasure centers were so thoroughly abused by what she was seeing that the only reason she hadn’t exploded yet was, fittingly enough, her very size. With a body as egregiously over-endowed as her own, it took time before things were in place for a perfect finale, a glorious explosion to end all explosions, a climax that would rock her world in every sense of the expression; she didn’t know when it was going to happen, only that when it did, it would be… hard to parse. The rumbling of her many cum factories, the creaking of her shafts as they were engorged further, even her tits got in on the fun by filling up and bloating outwards; all of it left her ready for anything that could come her way, so much so that the dracat convinced herself that she could take the hit and roll with the punches.
She couldn’t have been more wrong.
Up until that point, if anyone had looked towards the city from a distance, they wouldn’t have been able to even see Xili at all, at least beyond the horizon; being within eyesight of the downtown area might give this hypothetical observer a perfect view of the dracat giantess, but all it took was getting some minimal distance in between themselves and the chee for the latter to vanish entirely, a sharp contrast with the way that Xili saw herself. Even more, anyone lucky enough to be looking down from LEO would only be able to see what they always did: urban sprawl with a mixture of earthen colours around it, a core of greys and whites with the occasional reflective glare, maybe even the perfect stage for a lightshow come nighttime. And, right up until that exact moment when the final change took place, it seemed as if this would remain the way things were supposed to go: the dracat would slowly grow, becoming increasingly large and numerous in her assets, and that would be the end of it; no explosive finishes, no landscape renovation, certainly no going so far as to completely demolish everything around her just by sheer force of presence. Even Xili herself had been skeptical that her growth could be anything other than linear, as while her balls, tits and cocks were certainly multiplicative, her actual size seemed to remain on the beaten path when it came to raw volume, presumably as a result of her body needing to absorb the growth agent and only being capable of expanding so much before needing another dose; this would be a slight issue in the future, since the factory producing the shampoo was destroyed, but by the time that happened, Xili was no longer in the correct headspace to care about things in such a long-term way. None of this, however, was in any way even remotely correct; in fact, it was almost farcical how little these assumptions had any relation whatsoever to the truth, even in a purely tangential manner, even within the dracat’s own growth-obsessed and lust-addled mind. Somehow, against all odds, the universe at large pulled a fast one on both the giantess and everyone else around her by making her next big growth spurt be so absurdly disproportional to everything that had happened to that point, that for anyone watching within a twenty-mile radius, their entire existence was upturned in but an instant. The last thing Xili remembered thinking before she underwent her metamorphosis was how calm everything was; paradoxically, in the moment before she burst outwards with enough mass to destabilize the planet’s orbit, everything seemed to… stop. The pressure within her nuts fell down to zero, her tits ceased lactating, even her cocks were surprisingly quiet, even if for but an instant; she recalled feeling confused, perplexed even, at why her body would suddenly act like that for no discernible reason, and then immediately received an answer in the form of a growth spurt so severe and destructive that, by the time she came back to, Xili’s point of view required a full brain reboot to even be processed, let alone understood properly. In her head, she had imagined this exact scenario and how it would play out: she would grow, becoming ever more imposing at a slow but constant rate, until her head breached the first layer of clouds, then another, and then the rest successively; the sky around her would darken until the blue turned to black, the air thinning out as she quite literally outgrew the planet. With her feet firmly planted on the surface of the Earth, her head would escape the bounds of gravity and breach the heavens, making escape velocity look like a pathetically slow slug in comparison… and then, once everything was ready, a single hop and a skip, and she’d be off in space, orbiting her homeworld until such a point as she became big and massive enough to turn the tables and take its place on its slow circular path around the Sun; that is, until she overcame that as well, and from there went on to take the universe by storm, blah blah blah, and then probably wake up from a wet dream. Because, ultimately, it couldn’t be real; as many times as Xili ran that scenario through her head, as much as she had envisioned it so perfectly in such excruciating detail, it could never come to pass, as the laws of physics normally looked down upon such a flagrant disrespect for their sanctity. Despite this, and much to her delight, the dracat had managed to break free from them regardless; though it was most likely simply a one-in-a-trillion reaction to chemicals that had turned her into the behemoth she was then, at that one moment before her ascension, she did still break conservation of mass upon her knee whenever she multiplied her assets and they remained at the same size as before, whenever she drank of her own production and somehow ended up larger and even leakier than before. In retrospect, perhaps it wasn’t as surprising as she thought it was; perhaps, if she had simply been in a more reasonable, rational state of mind, the chee would’ve realized that suddenly having her size jump ahead several steps was nothing if not the logical endpoint for what had already been an incredibly unlikely sequence of events, and that her going through the exact same dream scenario that had graced her sleeping hours so often in the past was, ultimately, the only way things could go. But she wasn’t thinking about that, and quite honestly, most likely couldn’t; the amount of pleasure her brain had to process at any one given moment was such that, after a certain point, it had to shut off almost entirely, leaving Xili in a state that bordered on unconsciousness, yet never quite reached it, only barely aware of what was happening to her, or how much destruction was wrought in her name. If only she was there to see what she had done to the world, what her ascension did to the very planet that birthed and nurtured her… then perhaps she would’ve made it even worse somehow. Perhaps, in some remote corner of her mind, that incessant need for more that had been gestating and metastasizing in increasingly larger clumps would finally be unleashed completely, rather than simply mollycoddled and paid lip service to, allowing the goddess dracat to show the cosmos what it was like to have a motivated grower abuse their power. Once given a taste, it was impossible to ask Xili for anything other than endless gluttony, for her to go anywhere other than further beyond, and mayhaps it was this subconscious desire for more that gave her body the extra push it needed to truly shiny, where before it might just have sparkled and died down: in an instant, it felt as if her entire form absorbed everything, her cum, her milk, the endless quantities of body wash again and once over, all multiplied by themselves a few times and then the whole calculator got thrown at the wall until it gave the giantess the result she wanted rather than the one that added itself up properly. In an instant, she went from merely being big enough to topple buildings and carve out trenches with her claws, from merely skyscraper-sized, from merely gigantic… to positively titanic. To describe her with mere words would be to do her a disservice, for her ascension bypassed the ability to be described, leaving Xili squarely in the realm of the divine, the godlike, the eldritch; anyone who might have the capacity to paint a picture of what her presence provoked would, by definition, be unable to do so, as the time it took for them to create any piece of art that could capture even a fraction of her majesty would be too long for said fraction to remain even halfway relevant. None alive possessed the ability to truly comprehend what they were looking at, for in an instant, Xili’s form broke the speed of thought, and in the instant after that, escape velocity; in an instant, the dracat burgeoned outwards as if her body had been multiplied upon by some divine editing software, not so much flattening everything around her as she did atomize it, leaving behind nothing but a vast, empty plain hidden underneath her gargantuan, still-growing form. A second more and the process repeated itself, with the chee’s moan creating supersonic shockwaves as the giantess struggled to come to terms with what she was experiencing, lacking anything in the realm of a frame of reference to even begin to understand what her body was doing to her. For the hypothetical observer, lucky enough to be stationed in LEO, the grey blotch that used to be a city was replaced by something… different; while hard to parse at first, the bigger this new smudge became, the more its obviously organic contours became apparent, and the more the contamination and flood of white around it made obvious what it truly was. Perhaps this observer would blush, realizing in real-time that what they were looking at was the body of a goddess, a truly gigantic dracat whose form was so numerous that it was hard to truly put a number to it: if in one moment she had eight pairs of tits, the next she had sixteen; if at one moment she was armed with two sheaths carrying six cocks each, one blink of an eye would be enough for the two to turn to eight, and the six to become… well, it was hard to tell, given the preponderance of cockmeat visible even at a distance, but at least it complemented the planet-smothering amount of nuts splayed out underneath the dracat herself, the colossal array of cum factories having become so wide that their curvature was visible even from such a (hypothetical) distance, giving this lucky LEO fellow a perfect view of their new, emergent goddess. Because really, what else could that vision be? What else could explain the sheer level of excess, of absurdity, of near-fantastical immenseness that was on full display there? What else but divinity, the purest form of perfection, could be used as an explanation for how Xili successfully broke through every bound and limit that she ever had? Indeed, it was the only option that the dracat herself bothered to entertain; if any other dared to raise its ugly head, maybe even suggest that it might have some merit, it would be duly kicked back to where it belonged, back into the proverbial rubbish bin where all the other useless ideas went, along with every unnecessary thought process… which, by that point, amounted to more or less any of them that didn’t involve eternally glorifying the utmost peak of perfection that was Xili. All of this in but two moments, two consecutive seconds, perhaps not even that much, where she went from merely big enough to stand out amongst the buildings of a single city, to so colossal that the gravitational pull of the planet she was on was disrupted; not much, but certainly enough to start fiddling with tides all over, as well as creating a sense of incoming dread in those unfortunate many who were yet unable to look up and see her in her fullest glory.
This, however, was easily rectified, for a third moment was inbound, a third where her form, impossible as it was already, would be magnified further still, until naught stood in the way of her eternal ascent, until the planet became little more than a throne upon which she could sit… not that she would, obviously, as that would get in the way of its population being able to observe the fullness of her, but it was the thought that counted.
And after the third? A fourth.
And from there?
Eternity.
