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Seven Whole Days - Part 5 (Patreon Commission for Wanderer-Rychen)
🕑 Added 2021-07-04 12:39:20 +0000 UTCTAGS: Vixen, BE (Both Bs), Growth/Expansion, Hyper, Lactation/Milk, Macro, Ascension/Goddess
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It was, at times, hard to tell when she woke up and when she went to sleep, or if her body even acted by those standards anymore. It was entirely possible that she, being a literal goddess and all, had merely transcended the need for resting, ending in a state where she didn’t require anything other than her own words; the vixen would order the universe to make her feel rested, and so the universe would obey, nullifying the need for any actual shut-eye. Or, perhaps, the cosmos ceased to exist whenever she wasn’t directly observing it, leaving her as the sole thing in existence, at least until she woke up again and everything else advanced a suitable amount forwards in time. Whatever the case, Starry had completely lost track of time, though a lot of it could be attributed to how she had grown so large that the rotation of the Earth just didn’t affect her the way it used to; back when she was still city-sized, the vixen could at least make some sense out of the passage of time by way of the sun above her head, the way it went from east to west and was replaced by the moon, again and vice-versa in an endless cycle. Past a certain point, however, around the same time as the curvature of the planet became perfectly visible to her, Starry couldn’t exactly rely on such methods anymore, at least not without expending an inordinate amount of time with references frames and orbital mechanics calculations, neither of which she had the slightest amount of inclination to waste precious mental resources on. Why should she, when the entire planet had become her throne? When her form had grown to such a glorious state that simply by existing she had already succeeded in throwing the Moon off-course, tugged towards the planet by way of the additional gravitational pull, before she unceremoniously picked it up and threw it in a random direction; there would be no need for any satellite around her planet, no room for anything other than herself… mostly because, eventually, Earth would become a satellite to her, rather than the other way around. It was inevitable, in the sense that, while Starry was still uncertain as to why she hadn’t thoroughly outgrown everything, she was quite convinced that, at some indeterminate point in the near future, it would happen; it would happen, she would completely lose it, and the entirety of existence itself would quiver and quake as her perfect form overtook everything that was and ever could be, until the whole universe was her, Starry, a perfect vulpine, the singular entity in all of reality. Not beyond though; that slice of meta-existence was the exclusive purview of the rest of hers, the other versions of herself which had each conquered their own instances of their timeline, the ones who had nothing better to do other than rule over Creation, waiting for the next Starry to show herself so they could impart upon her the same gift that had turned the rest of them into omnipotent goddesses of all that was. In this one’s case, the collective of vixens watching over the oddly self-denying goddess-in-the-making began to wonder whether or not that version of Starry was even ready for the burden of godhood at all; so many chances for them to cut loose and embrace divinity, and yet not once did they even so much as come close to it. Sure, they’d grown to the point where their ass alone was enough to overshadow the planet she was born on, to say nothing of how her breasts were immense on a scale that superceded her lower body by a few dozen orders of magnitude, but what was that compared to the vastness of the cosmos itself? This Starry might as well not even exist compared to all the others, and this was after five days of being repeatedly pushed to the edge, yet stubbornly refusing to fall down like every other copy of herself had. This raised a myriad of uncomfortable questions about her readiness to take up the position as supreme ruler of her universe… but it did open the door to a completely different approach, one that could feasibly kickstart a whole new cycle of an intensity never before seen, one that could, if the cards were played right, create the mythical “Prime” Starry! Thanks to the unfortunate nature of infinity, it was hard to pin down just which of the vixens was the “first” to awaken to their divinity, with at least a few hundred million sub-infinite sets all claiming to be the true contender to the throne; while these spats were mostly resolved by way of further growth, they did occasionally flare up just enough for the question to be raised again and again, until eventually a new perspective arose, one that sought to compromise everyone’s position by, effectively, saying that everyone was wrong: a “Prime” Starry would not be found, but rather created through the collective power of all the versions of themselves throughout the many timelines and universes… and this one just happened to be the perfect target for such a transformative process, if only everyone else could keep it in their pants for five seconds and focus on what had to be done. For clearly, this Starry had no intention of ever becoming a goddess as was her right, or at least couldn’t bring herself to forget about the order that had caused her growth spurts to begin with; though the giantess was utterly unable to recall that her visit to the endocrinologist had ever happened to begin with, something of it remained as an anchor deep within her mind, having metastasized like an unwanted conceptual tumour that made it acceptable for her to not go all-out, even if she herself had no idea why she didn’t. At times she would rationalize it as a desire to protect her little ones, though given how she used the Earth as a seat, that was hardly something she could claim to be doing; others, she’d convince herself that it just wasn’t “time” for it, and she should instead be waiting for some sort of signal, a sign from the heavens that told her that she was ready to join with whatever pantheon existed beyond even her perception. What mattered was that, one way or another, the vixen had somehow grown to surpass her homeworld in raw size and still hadn’t triggered the exponential growth surge that was typical of her alter-selves by that point, instead relying on slow, steady expansion to make up for the difference; and while the other Starries were undoubtedly disappointed by this, they also recognized that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them to intervene in the ascension process and make it… better. For once, they would proceed with caution, pulling on only the necessary strings rather than ripping the whole violin section apart with their unbridled lust; for that, they would need this Starry to be in the right mindstate, and the easiest way for that to happen was to just… be. It was the fortunate reality of being them, that their normal state of existence could be charitably described as “horny energy incarnate”, and while normally the vixen collective didn’t directly intervene in such an overt manner, knowing as they did that doing so would inevitably lead to a complete dimensional collapse of a few million more instances of reality, they as a group recognized that this version of Starry had enough self-restraint left in her that, if they focused and only blessed her with additional arousal, then that was all they’d ever need. So… they did. With the flip of a proverbial switch, their insistent attempts at prodding and needling this soon-to-be-Prime vixen switched from a multi-pronged assault into a single, focused lance, one that was sure to break through that Starry’s defences and leave her wide open for what was to come after: an infusion of energy, very lewd in nature, turning her arousal up to levels that shouldn’t technically be possible without completely collapsing her entire nervous system, even at the size that she was at. Fortunately, it just so happened that she was a goddess, or at least had something of a divine spark in her, hence what would have completely floored any lesser being only served to make her cheeks brighten up even more than they had already… and her body flare outwards in terms of size, bringing with it a brand new flood of emotions that Starry had no idea how to process. It had come from nowhere, in that it wasn’t time for her to gently slide off the planet and allow her little ones to bask in her glory, nor had she been thinking of anything particularly arousing; as far as she was aware, one moment she was fine, and the next her mind was racing with all manner of thoughts and sensations that she had no explanation for. They mixed together to create a turbulent, nigh-on nonsensical maelstrom of ideas that she couldn’t even begin to explain, feelings and raw emotions translated into a series of images and thought patterns that were there one moment and replaced in the next, the vixen unable to hold onto any one of them without them slipping through her fingers like hot sand, hotter sand, her body’s temperature rising so quickly that she had to push herself off the planet to keep it from boiling over. There she was, floating in space, unable to stop herself as her hands slowly made their way downwards between her legs, even as that core part of herself kept shouting for her to stop, for her to pull her arms back up and not pleasure herself; she shouldn’t do it, it was forbidden… though why that was, Starry couldn’t possibly tell. The sheer degree of disparity between what was verifitably in front of her, what she was feeling right there and then, and whatever it was her head was telling her, rose to such a point that something had to give; the giantess couldn’t possibly keep on living when one half of her kept telling her to give up and indulge for once, and the other insisted that such a move would be folly, and instead self-denial was the name of the game… but they weren’t two halves. In fact, they were nothing close to similar; it felt farcical to even suggest, but Starry had to admit that most of her just wanted to hurry up and get her fingers where they could be most useful, and it was only this distant, tiny little nugget in the back of her head that kept her from doing so, the same sort of motivation that might’ve followed her if she went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and the darkness began to press on her back. Assuming, of course, she had ever been small enough to fit inside a house, which she most certainly had not, at least as far as she could remember; not that this was too far, but… honestly, trying to come up with an adequate timeline for her divine self was far too much for Starry’s unfortunately lust-addled brain, which, as far as her alter-selves were concerned, was pretty much the best they could possibly hope for in terms of self-awareness. Better that this vixen, this budding Prime, forget about her previous life, at least until it was convenient that she recall it; better that they focus instead on the pleasure, the moment, the instant, the raw sensations that came with having a body big enough that she could, feasibly, take her entire homeworld and use it to help along with her self-ministrations. Not that she would, of course, as that would mean most likely destroying the Earth purely for the sake of achieving climax once, which was not just downright insulting to the many little ones down below on its surface, but just downright wasteful. Would that Starry could hold onto that thought, though, would that she had the self-restraint needed to actually force herself not to do something which she recognized was stupid even as she did it. Would that she had the capacity to tell her hands to please stop, please stop moving, please don’t bring the Earth in closer… then, perhaps, she would’ve exercised it. ‘Twasn’t a certainty, to be fair; in the state she was in, whether or not her head would even realize it could tell the body what to do was effectively a flip of a coin, with the mounting arousal she was feeling making it difficult to process any line of thought that didn’t have to do with finding the nearest best source of stimulation and using it up as quickly as possible. Maybe if she could control herself, Starry would’ve merely elected not to anyway, because at that point, why even bother? Her tits were already massively oversized compared to her homeworld, and with the way her ass was going, it too would end up quickly reaching a girth and heft that would put most of the gas giants to shame, let alone that tiny blue marble; if she wanted to experience what it was like to have one of those inside of her, to exercise her right as a goddess, then she’d have to act quickly, otherwise any attempt at bringing the Earth that close towards her would inevitably end with it being crushed into dust by the sheer force of her fattening thighs… which, on its own, was a thought so overwhelming that the temperature on Starry’s cheeks very soon rivalled that of the surface of the Sun itself, a Sun that would eventually suffer the same fate a-
“Oh, screw it!” Starry finally declared, her voice perfectly audible despite her being in a literal vacuum, “What am I even waiting for? Hnnnrf, come here~!”
The last two words were directed at what was soon about to become a crumpled-up ball of rock, wrecked beyond recognition and quickly becoming little more than just a formless clump, but still was, at that moment, recognizable as a planet. It held life on it, perhaps the only such cosmic object to have that honour bestowed upon it, and in a previous life, perhaps, had been the cradle for the goddess that was about to use it to pleasure herself. In Starry’s mind, this was the greatest of accolades that anything at all could aspire to: being relevant enough, and in just the right spot, that her defenses would be torn down and her arousal would demand that she take that thing and stuff it into her nethers, using it as a makeshift phallus, albeit one more spherical than usual. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t a cock; it was something, and it served to quite literally fill a pressing need that couldn’t possibly be handled otherwise. In that moment, everything that Starry had been holding back crumbled, not so much turned to dust or even atomized by the tidal wave of pleasure that coursed through her, but downright removed from existence altogether; it was as if her old self had never truly been, and her current incarnation had only existed for the few precious seconds since she let go of her own leash. Perhaps this was what true ascension felt like, not unlike a spiritual rebirth that came packaged with such an astoundingly different perspective on reality that whatever came before it might as well not exist in the conventional sense; she was no longer Starry, the vixen who once walked into an endocrinologist’s office and was told that she needed to lay off any form of sexual gratification, nor was she the same woman who woke up every day to go to work in a perfectly mundane establishment. She wasn’t even the better, improved version of herself that had taken the world by storm after firmly establishing her divinity; that chunk of her life might as well been a larval stage, a mere preparation for this, most glorious of states of being, where her mind was truly free to see itself for what it was: all-powerful, and in command of a body so unrelentingly overwhelming in its mere presence that, if not for Starry wanting to make good use out of Earth, the planet would’ve been cracked open like a fragile egg by the gravitational pull of a body big enough to completely eclipse it. But such rules were no longer part of the vixen’s universe… or rather, they might very well be, but she no longer cared enough about them to abide by them, at least not in her immediate surroundings. What was gravity or thermodynamics compared to her pressing need to pleasure herself? What were constants and universal laws when placed next to her indomitable desire to experience pleasure on a level that most mortal minds would go insane trying to comprehend? It seemed almost farcical for her to even begin to pretend like regular rules applied to her; after all, she was still an organic being at some level, and had apparently outgrown her homeworld by several orders of magnitude on nothing more than raw arousal and pure horny energy, which was so outside the realm of the possible that the only explanation she could find for it was that she was, indeed, a literal goddess, because nothing else made the slightest amount of sense. She had to be a deity, otherwise none of this would’ve happened in the first place, and as a deity, her universe was hers to do however and whatever she liked; Starry came dangerously close to realizing that her alter-selves were watching her from just the other side of the veil, but a little push here and there were enough to set her back on the track that would lead to her transformation into the much-wanted Prime without her coming close to realizing there was a literal infinity of herself out there. For the time being, she was far too concerned with taking Earth between her legs and slowly, gently, and most assuredly loudly pushing the planet into her slit; it should’ve been impossible for her moans and screams of bliss to be heard in a vacuum, but all of her was an impossibility, so what was another one thrown into the mix? The rest of the Solar System shook and quaked as the shockwaves slammed into planets both rocky and gaseous, with the Sun outright dimming for a few seconds as a consequence of being in the presence of a true, veritable goddess. It was as if it realized that, with no more Earth to warm up, its job had been done, right before remembering that it still had Starry to contend with; or perhaps her moans were simply so powerful that they managed to strip off whole chunks of plasma, that was also a possibility, and a far likelier one than the Sun being in literal worship of her. It’d be nice, sure, but the last thing the vixen wanted was to have a glorified ball of farts nipping at her heels begging to be recognized as some kind of minor consort; she was far too powerful to date large-scale stellar objects, being more of a cosmic phenomenon kind of gal… but that was for later. In the present, she had her homeworld firmly lodged within her lower lips, two fingers digging into its surface and causing large amounts of the liquid core to spurt outwards; Starry wondered whether she should pull it out (if only to push it back in), or to just keep going, to close her legs and rub them together in such a way that what used to be her home planet, what used to be something so big that she couldn’t fathom its size, became a collection of chunks of rock floating around in a space that would, in time, became too great for the former planet to even register as being there at all… and really, it was no contest. When given the chance of immediate physical gratification, or the further affirmation of her status as a divinity, how could Starry not pick the latter? She was still horny beyond even her ability to express it, but now that her form had become so magnificently transcendent, it wouldn’t do for her to try and address this via conventional means; hell, she could take a whole galaxy and shove it down there, and it still wouldn’t even come close to holding a candle to the simple gesture of obliterating an entire planet between her legs and inside her nethers, purely because it served as evidence that she was, indeed, just as massive and powerful as she felt. In fact, by the end, Starry didn’t even realize when it happened; as soon as her hands left the planet where it was to once again stuff themselves into ungodly amounts of breastflesh, her thighs closed their gap almost as if by instincts, and somewhere, in the deepest recesses of those colossal uber-mountains of softness, her homeworld ceased to be. From globe to rock and then to dust, ground to atoms and then erased from existence in the short span of three or so seconds, after which it literally might as well have never been there at all, if not for Starry’s own memories of what she had done with it, and how useful it had been to confirm her suspicions of her own perfection. And this, this realization, was what she needed to truly outshine the star floating about next to her; it was this perfect moment where she unceremoniously crushed the planet that birthed her in perhaps the most symbolic of ways possible that brought Starry over the edge, her mind sharpening like never before as she began recalling every moment that had led her to that point: from the first phone call to the doctor’s office, to the self-denial and growth thereof, to the rapid ascension to divinity in the form of a very hungry, horny vixen who just wanted to get some relief, yet denied it from herself all the while. She knew, in that one glorious moment, everything that had happened, a perfect timeline that up until then had been kept from her by way of a wall of haze held in front of her memories; the curtain was lifted, and Starry understood the how… just not the why. Surely, not everyone who went without fucking or masturbating for a few days ascended to the ranks of the heavens, so what made her different? Why did she become that gorgeous giantess of a woman while everyone else just became incredibly cranky?
Thoughts for later, for after she was done with the universe, since, after all, there was nothing else to do. Possessed of this newfound sense of superiority, the only way for Starry to go was out and outward; taking the Sun between her index and thumb felt so inconsequential as to be downright forgettable, as was the moment she pressed down on it and its light was extinguished. Similarly unnoteworthy was her decision to summon the rest of the Solar System towards her, allowing her gravitational pull to instantly collapse everything from Mercury to the furthest reaches of the Oort Cloud, sighing when she realized that, by that point, whatever measly mass they could offer her was… frankly insignificant. If she wanted to grow, if she wanted to absorb the universe and let it flow into her figure, then she had to aim higher, towards the very underlying structure of existence and whatever it was that kept it together. Exotic forms of matter, most of which weren’t even dreamed of by physicists back on that planet she used to call home, entire sections of reality that were governed by laws that were not the ones that Starry herself knew from her mortal days, countless billions of galaxies stretching outwards in a universe that, if not infinite, was certainly big enough that the vixen couldn’t possibly imagine herself consuming even a portion of it, let alone the totality of the place. That is, until she did; it was sudden, in the way that one woke up from a dream and found that they were still sleeping on their bed and not off in some grand adventure with their favourite fictional hero, with the sudden jolt that came from consuming the very last thing in existence being enough to shock Starry back to a consciousness she wasn’t even aware she had lost in the first place. It felt like just moments prior she was floating next to where the Sun used to be, and yet now there was… nothing. No stars, no clusters, no nebulae or galaxies, no clusters of the latter either, not even the background radiation left over from when the whole cosmos exploded into being, just… nothing. In a snap, in an instant (one that probably lasted for aeons, but still), it was all gone, absorbed into her radiant, absurdly curvaceous form, leaving Starry feeling at once thoroughly satisfied and yet utterly directionless. If there was nothing else, what was she supposed to do? Float there, in the vast, empty, black nothingness, until the last photons stopped bouncing around and she stopped being able to see herself? Surely, as a goddess, she should be capable of some measure of creative power, even if it was only wielded for the sake of creating yet more food for her endless existential feast… but if so, how? So much time spent destroying had left her bereft of ideas for how to do the opposite, which was perfectly fine as far as her alter-selves were concerned, as it made it a lot simpler for them to “suggest” a few things that this future Prime would interpret as her own subconscious helping her piece things together. They could suggest a series of steps, outlining everything she had to do to achieve even greater heights, since, ultimately, the whole point of going crazy with the universal consumption was to bask in the unending pleasure of being so utterly superior to everything else that she could literally eat it without giving it a second thought, becoming ever greater in the process. They could suggest what she should do to herself, what she should do with her memory, and how much of her past life she should be able to remember; and ultimately, they could implant a deeper suggestion, one that Starry wouldn’t even be aware of, yet would guide and motivate her towards repeating this entire process, again and again, ever mounting on itself with increasingly absurd exponentials. It was, in fact, quite easy for the infinite ocean of Starries in the multiverse to place their ideas in the back of their future Prime’s mind and let them fester until they fermented properly; for creatures who had dominated their reality and joined the collective of their selves that ruled over all of Creation, there was no real difference between a year and a millennium, an age or an epoch. Just as long as things careened towards the right endpoint, they were happy to wait, since at the very least it gave them an excuse to play with one another in ways that defied logic and explanation, all while their soon-to-be Prime was incubated in a brand new universe, one of her own creation, with rules explicitly laid out to make sure she made the absolute best of it.
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Starry opened her eyes, spotting the same cracks on the ceiling that she did every morning. Her back hurt tremendously from yet another night of sleeping in the incorrect position after huddling up on the couch watching terrible movies until an irresponsible hour, but at least she felt rested enough to take on the new day without much grumbling, much being the key-word. As usual, most of her morning routine came in the form of preparation, with the vixen having to take extra care to triple-check her list of bullet points just to make sure she didn’t forget anything; it was difficult work, being the only normal person in a world where the smallest of people were about three times as big as she was, at the very least, to say nothing of some of the bigger ones walking around creating quakes wherever they went. At times, Starry felt a certain pang of jealousy whenever she looked at someone’s tits and noticed how they covered most of their front down to the knee, while her own bug bites looked like puberty had completely missed them; the same could be said for all the plump, pillowy butts she saw on a regular basis, some of which nearly sat on her whenever she wasn’t paying attention to the array of mirrors she had on her, which nearly always prompted her to pat her own ass and despair at how tiny it felt when cupped in her hands. Yet, she never quite let it get to her, at least not too much; there was something in the back of her head that had led her to believe that, ultimately, everything would be fine, even if she didn’t know how. It was a conviction, a belief, that someday, she would wake up and be just as big as everyone else was; after all, she was the only person on that planet that was even remotely regular-sized, compared to everyone else who had apparently decided that catching the hyper bug was their number one concern. Surely, at some point, she too would roll over from bed and notice her nipples were grazing the ceiling, or her ass had completely wrecked the bedframe underneath her; it was only fair, after so many years spent being the butt of jokes on the part of her coworkers, who had all apparently decided that she would’ve looked amazing as a hyper, and then proceeded to relentlessly tease her about it. Thus, the belief: everything was going to turn out just fine in the end.
Otherwise, she’d have to do something about it.
