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The Shoot Is On (Patreon Commission for VDO)
🕑 Added 2021-04-16 12:14:36 +0000 UTCTAGS: Pokémon, Hyper/Mega Hyper, Macro/Mega Macro/Planet Macro/Universe Macro, Growth/Expansion, Milk/Lactation, Ascension/Goddess
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As the film crew prepared for the shoot by positioning the planetary straps and rearranging orbital mechanics in order to give everyone plenty of room to work with, the star of the show was busy panicking over what was, by all means, a perfectly routine gig that she should be more than capable of going through with no difficulty whatsoever. Vivian had positioned herself on the other side of the planet, safely away from the moon she was supposed to destroy; out of sight, out of mind, and as long as she could avoid thinking about it too much then she should be fine… though that didn’t really solve the problem of what to do when it came time to actually deploy her talents and blow through the whole chunk of rock with a single load, or whatever it was she was supposed to do.
On first inspection, one might be forgiven for thinking that the Braixen would be more than up to the challenge of piercing through an entire moon using only what nature had given her; sure, she might only be a meager ten miles tall, but her assets were nothing if not enviable: with an ass so fat and hips so thick that satellites could circle around those things, and a pair of milk-stuffed tits that covered most of her front, she was the perfect picture of fertility… and with two cum factories bigger than her breasts were servicing a cock so immense that even in its flaccid state it was already longer than Vivian was tall, she served as a symbol of virility as well. She truly took after her mother; even if the younger Poké-gal’s proportions weren’t as positively absurd as those of her progenitress, they were several orders of magnitude more exaggerated than her mom’s had been at her age, hinting at a much higher potential than the Delphox could ever hope to have.
A Delphox that, to her credit, was doing her best to try and ease her daughter into the family business. She knew from the start that it would be a hard sell, given their… unique nature. While other macro-grade individuals were fully capable of operating at scales that boggled the minds of those who didn’t share the gene, Violet outshone all of them without even trying. Standing at an absolutely stunning twelve miles tall, it was hard to truly accurately gauge what her body’s size was, given that it was buried underneath so many curves that, at times, even seeing her body at all was a chore and a half. With tits so stuffed with milk that they were each about half as big as the planet she was orbiting and an ass to match, the only thing that could truly compete for size was the cock she so proudly sported, long enough that it could easily pierce through the solid core of the world she was on and come out the other side without even needing to be at half-mast. Moving around wasn’t exactly difficult for her, given that she was in space after all, but doing so without knocking something out of orbit was… somewhat difficult. It took a while before she reached her daughter Vivian, and from there even longer before the transport crew was able to give them some privacy.
Talking to one another had never been either of their strong suits, though not out of a lack of talent or tact; when one was as big as they were, getting to speak face to face was a rarity, requiring ample amounts of spatial distortions and rampant abuse of orbital dynamics; every time, Violet could only wonder what it would’ve been like if her little Vivian was still small enough that her doting mother could take her into their bosom and ask what was wrong… though, the sheer fact that the Braixen had indeed blossomed into such an enormous and enormously beautiful young woman as she had was more than cause for celebration in Violet’s mind; if her pride and joy, her little baby, was so absurdly proportioned already, one could only imagine what she would be like after evolving!
That was, after all, the whole point of that day’s shoot. The actual destruction of a whole moon was nothing if not a secondary concern, a little something extra to justify having a ridiculous title attached to the holovid; Violet herself had accomplished far greater feats, including that one time where she accidentally went overboard and utterly destroyed an entire star system in an hour when she was only supposed to obliterate a couple of planets over the course of a five-hour shoot. That one required so much editing that the legitimate footage was still generally believed by the public to be the actually edited version; after all, who could realistically transform a whole star into a fusion engine of cum in just a single shot of spunk? That much was nothing if pure fantasy for the biggest of hyper macro lovers, not reality.
Little did any of those little ones know that not only was it absolutely true, but it represented barely a fraction of the Delphox’s true power. For her sake and everyone else’s, Violet did her best not to put her abilities on full display; the last thing anyone needed was for half of the galaxy to be flooded in her cum, with the other half having to deal with growth bursts that would probably take centuries to calm down. She made it a point of pride to try and treat everyone around her as best as she could, owing to a lifetime of effectively being a living inconvenience on geographical scales; thus, when she had her little Vivian, she worked tirelessly to teach her those exact same values. It worked well enough… probably too well, given the poor girl was so perpetually embarrassed by her own assets that she had to ask permission each time she tried to land back on any planet, despite the insistence of galactic authorities that it was fine for her to do so, provided she touched down on pre-approved locations.
Now that the Braixen was hold enough to join the production company, however, Vivian was faced with a hard choice. On the one hand, it had been Vivian who expressed an interest in doing the same job as her mom did, much to Violet’s own surprise; the older Delphox had imagined her little Braixen to want to pursue a career in stellar engineering, perhaps even planetscaping given her innate productivity. Then again, given her productivity, it would be downright criminal not to make good use of their unique genetic make-up to its absolute fullest; on the other hand, however, she didn’t want to push her daughter into doing something that she didn’t feel comfortable with, which obviously contrasted somewhat with the whole point of that venture in the first place. Sure, she herself could take her daughter’s place if need be, but it wouldn’t be the same thing; the public demanded something new.
“It’s your big day today, sweetheart,” Violet ‘spoke’ up, allowing the mental link between the two of them to transmit her thoughts over to her daughter, “why are you hiding all the way back here? Don’t you want to see the moon before you crack it open, at least?”
The Braixen’s blush was visible even all the way from where Violet was floating, prompting the larger Poké-gal to twist and turn until her body was facing interstellar space, allowing her to bring one hand over to her daughter’s shoulder. Even in the coldness of the cosmos, they were so warm to the touch that it made Violet feel like giving them a hug and never letting go, just so they knew that they weren’t alone, and that their mom too once felt the exact same thoughts that they were feeling: the doubt, the performance anxiety, and above all, that twinge of awkward shame over the size of their body. She wanted to tell them all that, but couldn’t… so the flow of emotions through their mental link would have to do.
“Are you sure I’m up for it?” Vivian eventually replied, the question seemingly directed more at herself than anyone else, “I know that you said I’m ready for it, but… I dunno, there’s something about it that’s leaving me nervous. I don’t know what it is, just…”
“Hun, dear…” - Violet continued to move closer and closer still to her daughter, seriously risking the integrity of both of their orbital stabilizers as she did so. It was important though, important enough that she had to look Vivian in the eyes and physically speak to her; with some difficulty, the larger Delphox somehow managed to twist herself around enough to place one hand on either side of the Braixen’s face, turning their teary eyes towards her own - “I have no idea what you’re capable of, I really don’t. You’re… you’re so much bigger than I was at your age, and I know you’ll get bigger still. I have no clue what you’ll be like under the cameras, nor how well you’ll react under pressure; hell, we only really have our draining sessions to go by, and those really don’t hold up to what we’re doing here. But I do know one thing. You know what that is?”
There was a small moment of silence between the two, with Vivian’s mouth widening into a grin as she moved closer to hug her mom as best she could… which, all things considered, was at least a valiant effort.
“That I’ll do my best and end up being the best?” the Braixen responded, echoing her mom’s frequent choice of words.
“Well, I was gonna say that you’ve blasted apart bigger things than moons before, but that works too,” Violet quipped, sniffing as she held back a couple of tears, the realization of what was truly happening hitting her all at once, “honey, you cannot imagine how happy I am for you right now. It really doesn’t matter what happens, just the fact that we’re here, that you’ve decided to do what I do, is just… you can’t begin to understand how happy that makes me. And I need you to know that all I want is for you to be happy, ok? So if you want to back away now, that’s ok; this industry’s not for everyone and goodness knows that I’ve had my fair share o-mmpfh!”
Violet’s hurried blabbering was interrupted by the sudden intrusion of a nipple in her mouth; how exactly her daughter managed to disentangle herself from their hug and move one of her tits around so quickly was anyone’s guess, but given the sort of spatial distortions they had at play there, perhaps it wasn’t all that surprising. Just like all the other times Vivian had decided to shove a tit onto her face in order to shut her up, Violet giggled quietly and began happily drinking from the tap; it was such a cheap tactic on the Braixen’s part, but it worked each and every single time, in no small part thanks to the effect it had on the older woman’s body.
They were always temporary, even if the length of duration seemed to increase each time that sort of thing happened, but that was little consolation for the mechanics on call for the shoot once the growth began. Much like Violet’s own milk, Vivian’s was extremely energetic and dense, rich in calories to the point where a single drop was often enough to be distilled into sufficient rations to handle a large city for a whole month… and Violet was gulping down whole mouthfuls of the stuff while her daughter gently squeezed her breast, milking herself directly into her mother’s throat. The exchange rate was always the same: one mile of extra radius on each tit, asscheek and nut per mouthful of cream, in addition to a good five or so miles of cockmeat with an accompanying proportional increase in girth. Thankfully for everyone involved, most of those things were pointed away from the planet that the two women were orbiting, so the potential damage was seriously reduced.
As usual, this carried on until Vivian was certain she could get a word in edgewise, which amounted to letting her mother drink their fill until their assets had doubled up in size… only Vivian to exchange tits and then give her mom more of the same, leading to a tripling and eventually quadrupling and beyond; it wouldn’t really stop until each of the Delphox’s tits were so unbelievably colossal that their nipples alone were capable of outsizing the planet the two Poké-gals were beside, and their cock had become long enough to probably reach the system’s star if it was pointed correctly. This, of course, was the queue for Vivian to drop the milking aspect and deploy her main weapon; within seconds of the nipple popping clear of Violet’s mouth, it was replaced by a shaft big enough to bulge out her throat, and that one wouldn’t leave until the cum infusion blessed the Delphox with enough protein that… well, it was a good thing the compressors eventually kicked in, otherwise there wouldn’t really be a local stellar system anymore; even then, the size that Violet ended up with more than guaranteed she’d be unable to actually see the shoot, though at least her dick would get a good view.
“Thanks mom,” - Vivian capped off the entire thing by leaning down and planting a kiss on her mother’s forehead, who responded with a very groggy smooch back - “I really needed to unwind. Sorry about the uh… everything, really.”
“Don’t apologize, silly, you know what momma always says: better out and then in than just in, you know how that works!”
“Are you sure you’re gonna be ok though, cuz I haven’t seen you this large in a while…”
“And whose fault is that, hmm?”
The blush returned, and furiously so, as her mom’s teasing tone all-but ensured that Vivian became intensely aware of just what exactly she had done. Still, the older Delphox very much had a point: if the younger Poké-gal had just managed to do something on that scale purely as stress relief (and a convenient way of getting her mom to stop putting her foot in her mouth), then what use was there in worrying about something as small and insignificant as a moon? Five words and an exclamation were all that were needed for the message to be delivered, and soon enough the blush was replaced with beaming smile and a very snuggle-happy Braixen trying her best to keep her bust out of the way when she lunged to hug her mother for the last time before the cameras started rolling.
“Knock ‘em dead, dearest,” Violet tearfully murmured into her daughter’s ears, “and when you’re done, we can finish up what we started and do something about those stuffed nuts of yours; leaving them at three-quarters empty is poor form, young lady!”
Vivian giggled at the remark, mostly because she knew just how dreadfully true it happened to be; fully releasing was something that neither her nor her mom really got to do at any point in their lives, given the sheer destructive potential that came with it, but they usually got around to at least emptying about half of their full capacity rather than the pittance that the Braixen had provided in those short moments. Then again, she had a movie to film; couldn’t really afford to go all out when most of it had to be saved for a properly explosive finish, one that, judging by the amount of workers pouring over from the other side of the planet, was probably scheduled to happen quite soon.
The next hour or so was a frenzy of activity, as Vivian was carefully maneuvered into the location of the shoot while being bombarded with instructions by the director and chief producer; sometimes these were completely contradictory, such as when the latter insisted she try and aim for a single, penetrative “cracking” shot while the latter protested at having to “waste” an entire moon like that, especially if more takes were required. The two got into an argument about expenses that the Braixen really didn’t care too much about, preferring to try and get a better view over what exactly she was supposed to be destroying when it came into view: the moon itself.
Her mother, being the type of person that she was, had pioneered that style of filmmaking and the whole genre that came along with it when she started her own company back in the day. With her being significantly bigger than even the most absurdly endowed macros around, it was only natural that she attempt to cater to a crowd that would appreciate such sizes. Thus, while pornographic industry up until that point had focused more on city-wide, occasionally continental level destruction with their existing hyper and macro productions, Violet had decided to go bigger; with such a vast, wide universe out there to explore, and plenty of planetary bodies that just weren’t fit for terraforming, why not invest in a few experimental shoots where they could actually have a macro-level individual utterly wreck something on those scales without having to resort to CGI? It was risky, and she very much knew it; it took years before she found the funding for it, and even longer before the permits were finally received, but as soon as her first film, “Massive Vixen Macro Hyper Blows Through Entire Planet With One Load”, hit the shelves, it was such a runaway success that money began pouring in faster than her company could spend it.
Since then, she’d produced a good fifty or so movies based entirely around the same concept: herself, a large object in space, and their destruction thereof, be it by getting pierced through with the Delphox’s colossal shaft, flooded with milk to the point where they gravitationally collapsed, or just broken into bits by the force of a single cumshot. That last category was particularly popular, hence why Vivian had selected it for her first foray into the industry; sure, she might not be as productive as her mom was, but her releases were explosive enough that they had to be angled into space in order to be captured and harvested by large inertial nets. By comparison, breaking apart a small moon, especially after getting some relief by emptying out in Violet, didn’t seem all that bad. She felt like she could do it, and that alone was enough to get her to smile and nod to herself. This was possible. This was doable.
The instructions and stage directions didn’t stop coming though, and after a while Vivian had to actually pay attention to them. This was pornography, after all, and as such the performative side was far more important than whatever counted for realism in those days: she had to float around in a very specific manner, move in very specific ways, and say her lines with just the right kind of pretend strain mixed in with a pinch of enthusiasm. The plot itself was, frankly, irrelevant, and the dialogue was written to match; it was horribly expository and unworthy of even the barest of attention, serving only as the vehicle through which to deliver the real meat of the film: the explosive climax.
All in all, the plan itself was simple: pleasure herself until her nuts billowed outwards just enough to get out of shot of even their widest-angle lens, then release it all in a single, continuous stream of cum, fired with enough velocity to impact against the moon and shatter it into small pieces. If need be, the director assured her, they could run at least seven takes before their permit for local reality restructuring had to be renovated, so, as he put it:
“No pressure. Well, some pressure, but not that kind.”
It was a dumb joke, but Vivian couldn’t help laughing at it. With the rest of the crew getting into place, there was nothing left for her to do but float there and wait for the order to come in for the cameras to start rolling, and just like every other time in her life that she found herself stuck in place with nothing better to occupy her time with, the Braixen’s hands began to move towards very specific places. It was an automatic response to a lack of stimuli; with a body like hers, Vivian had to find something to keep her mind busy, or else she’d end up going crazy. Unfortunately, this did mean that keeping her cock under control became progressively harder the more the shoot was delayed, not helped by the fact that some last-minute difficulties with catering set it back about thirty or so minutes; by the time the director took his place inside the recording station, the Braixen’s shaft was already about twice as long as she was tall, and about as thick as her hips were wide, though the crew assured her this could be “fixed in post”.
What couldn’t be fixed was the horny. The whole thing had taken so long that Vivian had unfortunately been taken over by her own arousal, which was made significantly worse by her decision to unload inside Violet but not go all the way; the need for release increased exponentially because of this, not helped by her having such a long time to idly stroke herself that she’d reached her full turgid state. As much as Vivian tried focusing, there wasn’t really a lot she could do there, and after the director tried to get the camera rolling, only for the Braixen to miss her very first line, that’s when things started to go awry. Quite fortuitously for everyone present, none of them realized this was the case until it was far too late.
Something was dreadfully wrong with Vivian, or, if one was in the mood for being properly accurate, dreadfully right. There was a wide smile spread across her face, a contented grin that only truly shone through whenever her headspace was devoid of anything but utter bliss; something had caused this, something that had turned her anxiety into something far more delectable, a warmth that the colossal Poké-gal felt welling up inside of her all of a sudden, one whose origin was difficult to pin down. It wasn’t the same kind of energy released by her regular arousal, nor was it the primal instincts that she felt whenever getting into the “spirit of things”, as her mom put it; this one was different, a far more filling sense of heat that quickly permeated every inch of her within moments of her realizing it was even there… and one that became visible soon enough, when her whole form began to visibly glow.
It was impossible. A Braixen evolving at that young of an age? The current record-holder for the earliest evolution in that species had undergone their transformation when they were three decades Vivian’s senior, and only after intensive training; it shouldn’t be possible for the young giantess to just suddenly evolve on her own, without any sort of trigger, especially when she hadn’t even broken twenty-five yet… but the glow was there, and the readings on the monitoring equipment had effectively broken said equipment, so against all odds, it had to be true.
The crew couldn’t get in gear fast enough. The director, who at that point had wanted to get into his shuttle to go ask his star actress what exactly she was thinking, turned towards the other people in the control room and began barking orders; permits were disregarded, less-than-legal equipment was deployed, and spatial distortions were activated on a level not yet seen by that crew. The shoot was to commence, regardless of what their legal advisors were shouting at them, because no amount of reality alteration or punitive fees would ever stand up to being able to capture such an impossibly rare event right as it happened. Damn the consequences, they were going to film history!
… of a sort, at least. The odds of there being any usable film by the end of it all were slim to none, given the sort of high-energy exposure they were subjecting themselves to, but they were going to try anyway. Speculation ran rampant as those watching tried to guess what Vivian would look like by the end of her evolution; macro-level individuals always went through a size boost when they underwent the process, and given that the Braixen was already so big, she would almost certainly end up dwarfing her mother by the time the glow abated and a Delphox came out of it… though by how much was still up in the air. The mental images were enough for several people to instantly need a change of clothes after inadvertently reaching climax purely on the thought alone, and it took a couple of minutes before people realized that this wasn’t because of what they were thinking; it was Vivian herself.
No amount of tinted glass could save them from the glow, so bright it was that it threatened to outright melt the observation panes before anyone could do anything about it. Seeing through it was practically impossible, with the light overloading just about anything that could be used to look at it, natural or synthetic; this was perhaps for the best, because the sort of transformation taking place within that cocoon of energy was so incomprehensible in its vastness that it would most likely melt most brains that tried to make sense of it, if not worse. All anyone could hear were Vivian’s moans… which shouldn’t be possible, given the distance and the fact that they were in space, but they were clearly there, and clearly not inside their heads; they were hearing her moan, physically hearing her cries and begging for more, and in a single instant, it was all over.
The ascension was over as soon as it began, and quite literally so; Vivian’s actual evolution broke through so many layers of reality in that one, singular instant that it had effectively imposed itself on the timespace continuum such that it had always been, always would be, and always was. There was no glorious growthsplosion of breastflesh covering the entirety of the galaxy, no explosive climax that not only shattered the moon it was supposed to, but the local star and everything else as well; one moment there wasn’t a Delphox goddess, and the next, there was.
Vivian herself awoke from her stupor with the full understanding of what had happened to her imprinted into the deepest, most secure reaches of her very self. She could still see herself as she was now… to a point. It was hard to really tell what her proportions were when everything (and quite literally everything) in front of her had been replaced by her tits; trying to get a bead for their size would not only be pointless, it would also be impossible, given that they had more or less become the very fabric of existence of itself, holding everything together, and apparently inside them if all that motion she felt was any indication. The same could be said for her ass, just… behind her. There she was, trapped between two walls of flesh that at once were there and were not, were physical and simultaneously the mere concept of physicality, however that was supposed to work. No longer stars, no longer universes, but multiversal clusters floated on and within her bust and cheeks, safely kept within her.
Her cock was still there, of course, and that one had received a boost of a degree so tremendous that it was probably literally impossible to quantify. There being plenty of space around her, or at least that’s what she assumed it was, that meant more room for things to be brought into being; thus, with her tits in front and her ass out back, now it was her nuts beneath her and that incomprehensibly vast shaft stretching out towards infinity above her, its endless loads making sure that all of meta-reality had plenty of material to work in order to… create.
It was so sudden, though, that it left the Delphox confused; had it truly been instant? The last thing she remembered was orbiting a planet as she got ready to blow up a moon, but those scales seemed so tiny that it felt like an absolute eternity ago, like it didn’t truly happen; perhaps she had simply awoken from a dream, and this was the way she had always been… or maybe the ascension had taken longer than she thought it did? It was hard to focus on anything that wasn’t that incessant wave of pleasure that never truly stopped crashing into her from every direction, prompting her whole body to quake and clech as countless realities’ worth of cum and milk spurted in every direction. In fact, to a certain point, why even bother trying to think about what happened previously; she’d finally reached perfection, a state of being that affirmed her beauty upon all of everything! If her mom were there, sh-
Her mom.
Vivian’s eyes went wide as the memories began to flood back in. It hadn’t been an instant, it hadn’t been quick, it hadn’t been something that always existed and always would. She was a goddess, yes, but this hadn’t always been the case; in that one moment of existential realization, the Delphox knew that her mind had shielded her from the truth for as long as it could, a fruitless endeavour that was doomed from the start.
The blushing returned, so furiously as to melt any sort of matter into subatomic soup, as the sequence of events that led to her current state flooded back into her mind.
She remembered everything.
