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A Wonderful Day Out - Part 4 (Patreon Commission for EonKitty)
🕑 Added 2021-04-13 14:14:04 +0000 UTCTAGS: Growth, Hyper, Macro, Giantess, Goddess
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How long had it been since she’d last seen Kitty? Days? Years? Literal aeons? It was hard to tell at her size, especially after she accidentally ate the last thing in the universe that could produce heat and thus trapped everything outside of her in a state of perpetual absolute zero; heat death wasn’t all that fun when she had no one to play around with, and though she knew her partner and better half was still somewhere inside of her, deep within her folds, he was still person-sized, while she had become… something more. It was a lonely existence, and not one she was keen on living for longer than absolutely necessary, so clearly it was time to start putting things back in their place; first things first, the universe had to be reset.
But how to do it? There were just so many ways she could go about reversing the clock, but very few of them allowed her to keep what she had hoarded for herself, and while Emily was nothing if not a kind, gentle goddess… she did quite like being so absolutely enormous that, even at her current size, she couldn’t see past her own tits. It was selfish, yes, but she felt like she’d earned that much, given the kind of blessings she had provided for all living things; thus, the only feasible way going forward was to just keep growing, until eventually she popped free from the boundaries of her own instance of reality and broke into the interstitial not-being between universes, assuming it was even there.
Surprisingly simple to do though, given the sheer scale of her body. Emily’s growth rate had already surpassed the speed of light, making it almost comically easy for her to reach the very end of the cosmos and push against what felt like a thin film, the inside of a cosmos-sized plastic bag that, while pliable and capable of being distorted and moulded, absolutely refused to break or tear. So she pushed harder, forcing her body to grow ever faster, until she didn’t need to stretch her arms or legs out to feel the boundaries of her reality, but rather had her whole form pushing outwards against it from within, struggling to continue exist within a universe that clearly wasn’t ready for someone as gloriously oversized as her.
For a short while, or perhaps several million years, Emily wondered whether she would even be successful; the layer protecting the rest of the multiverse from her was strong, stronger than she had anticipated, and it refused to budge, and the possibility that she might very well be unable to crack the shell of her egg crossed her mind far too many times for her own comfort. But still she kept trying, pushing and pulling, tugging and squeezing, knowing that if only she kept going then it would eventually give in to her will; and while it took such a long time that Emily was quite certain the universe should’ve died some time before that, she did eventually get there: with one final shove, one of her hands broke through the film, pushing into… whatever was on the other side.
She felt like she should’ve heard something rip, but much like everything else in that desolate, empty cosmos of her own creation, it was deathly silent, the simple relieving of pressure that quickly spread throughout the rest of her body; a chain reaction had been started by her so unashamedly breaching one of the fundamental laws of her universe, and as a result, it simply stopped existing altogether. What had taken her countless ages to fill was gone in just a moment, vanished from meta-reality altogether as it failed to uphold the basic standards of decency for what was expected of a bubble of existence… while leaving Emily, and presumably Kitty, perfectly fine in its wake.
She had truly become a goddess, capable of surviving the destruction of her home reality without even realizing it had been destroyed at all! So obviously, she had to flex this power somehow; it wouldn’t do for her to just float around doing nothing when there could be so many better things she could be doing to occupy her time, especially now that she wasn’t constrained by the limits of her old home. Emily looked around, trying to get a bead for where exactly she was, and what she saw was… confusing, to say the absolute least. To some degree, she understood that the “bubbles” around her were other universes, possessed of their very own laws, their own history, their own peoples, but somehow she could never quite focus on one; it was as if them being so different made them fundamentally impossible to perceive, and so the big cat resolved to not even try. There was plenty of space to go around anyway, so there was no need to float there trying to invade a new reality when, frankly, she had outgrown the need for one; she was a goddess, and was going to behave like one.
As such, she closed her eyes and began to visualize what she wanted: a simple place, a warm place, somewhere where she and Kitty could once again be together without having to worry about a thing in the world (multiverse?), an eternity spent in one another’s arms and curves that they could mould and warm to their liking should they ever grow bored or require stimulation. Perhaps one day it would harbor life, much like her old planet had, and she could truly ascend to the ranks of divinity by not just crafting a whole world, but a brand new universe for it to reside within; for the time being, however, Emily focused on just herself and her better half, and a perfect home for them to live in… or on, as the case may be. She saw it in her mind’s eye, a tiny little planetoid the size of a large manor, like in that children’s book she once read, orbiting a planet made out of pure, sparkling diamond, reflecting the light of a nearby star with just the right intensity to bathe the two of them in an endless light show of truly divine proportions. She saw it, and thus she made it; her will be done.
No finger-snapping required, no words or motions or any kind of ritual; one moment she pictured this scene in her head, and in the next it had been manifested in front of her very eyes, albeit in such a tiny scale that it was incredibly hard to miss against the backdrop of literal universes floating around her in every direction. But it was there, waiting for her to do something with it, waiting for its creator goddess to take its emptiness and fill it with herself, protected from the rest of meta-existence by virtue of being there next to her body; content with what she had done, Emily closed her eyes again, focusing on where she knew Kitty to be, since after all, the whole reason she was doing this was to share it with her lover, her partner, her divine consort.
Fortunately, and quite in defiance of the average lifespan of non-divine felines, Kitty was still there, and still as much in a funk as he had been before: writhing around, squirming, basking in the absolute glory that was his mate’s body, unable to think of anything that wasn’t the warmth, the softness, the everything that his poor, mortal mind was too puny to truly comprehend. It almost felt like a crime to deprive him of this experience, and though it pained her, Emily knew that it was for the best; with simple intent, she removed Kitty from within her form and placed him upon the tiny moon she had so lovingly crafted for the both of them. Being so suddenly deprived of the direct stimulation he had been on the receiving end for the past uncountable millenia, Kitty… still took a while to come to, with his mind being far too tuned to the constant bathing of sensations to realize what had happened. This gave Emily herself some time to figure out the next big problem: how she should present herself.
Her real body, the one that she had created out of her own ascension, was slightly too big, given that she couldn’t even see the tiny paradise she herself created for the two of them. She couldn’t exactly shrink down either, and not just because she didn’t want to; it was seriously doubtful whether she even had the ability to do so, and the big feline wasn’t about to try, lest it end up being permanent. This posed a unique dilemma that could only truly be solved by the application of some lateral thinking and copious amounts of abuse of the laws of physics; though, then again, the universe that she’d come from had been destroyed, so who’s to say she couldn’t make up her own laws? Her authority was hers alone, and no one would be able to take that from her, so why not decide upon new constants, new realities, new truths? No one was there to hold her back, after all.
It was settled then. With a wide smile on her face, Emily closed her eyes for the third and final time for the foreseeable future, and pictured… herself. Her body, as it was, beautiful and magnificent, curvaceous and engorged, thick and stacked, the perfect culmination of excess and self-indulgence mixed with just the right amount of utility, a body that, while mobile and capable of taking care of itself, was very clearly designed for tittilation first and function second. She saw this, as she was, but smaller, much smaller, so small that she could not only fit inside of places designed for use by regular-sized individuals, but, most importantly, atop the small rock she had built for herself and Kitty. She saw it, perfectly, in her mind’s eye, and when she opened her real ones, she was no longer staring at the perfect vastness of existence, but upon a planet-sized diamond.
There, high above her head, was her own creation, as beautiful as she had envisioned it, lit by the rays of the star she had also manifested from nothing, reflecting its light in ways that dazzled the mind and strained even her ability to describe. It was overwhelming, but in a good way; it didn’t send her neurons into a fritz, but it did leave her stunned and rooted to her spot for a good minute or so as she admired it, taken aback by just how perfect it was, and how much it looked identically to what she had imagined it would. Truly, she had become a goddess, one uncontained by the limitations of her old universe… and now, she was going to make sure Kitty knew that as well.
It wouldn’t be that difficult, all things considered; seeing as Emily had allowed her newest avatar body to retain the proportions of her old one, who wouldn’t be immediately infatuated with her upon first laying eyes on her form? From the simple fact that she was well over ten feet tall, further accentuating her already exaggerated curves by default, to her chest-obscuring breasts and hips that would break through any door in existence, and even that plushy ass that could very well serve as a sofa all on its own, everything about her was designed from the ground up to overload the senses and break the willpower of whomever happened to gaze upon her new being. With the obvious exception that it hadn’t been designed, of course, she was simply like that by default, and this avatar was purely a downscaled version of her true self; if she hadn’t been somewhat modest in its construction, then her tits alone would probably be the size of the rock she was on, and while that was undeniably hot, she was looking for something more intimate with her partner.
Emily would find him a few seconds away, only needing to take a few dozen steps before stumbling onto where Kitty was lying down, breathing heavily from the non-existent atmosphere as he tried to come to grips with everything he had gone through up until then. It was easy enough for the bigger cat to just assume that the sequence of events had been something she was fated to go through, but being as powerful as she was, the divine kitten simply couldn’t fathom how much the entire ascension had affected her smaller lover; being just a regular cat that happened to be blessed by a divine lover, Kitty lacked the mental protection require to truly go through what he had while unscathed, and while he was still in there somewhere, it was clear that his mind needed some time to find its bearings.
Emily was patient though, as the two of them did have the entirety of eternity to spend together. She sat down beside him, taking care to find the best, most comfortable position possible; she would be using it soon enough when the snuggling began, so it was important to make sure her butt was nice and padded out and its pudge distributed to make for a perfect cushion, while her ample bust spilled just perfectly onto her lap, its deep cleavage inviting anyone who saw it to dive in and forget about everything for a few hours. Once ready, she waited, happy to let her consort take as long as they needed to find themselves amidst the turbulent maelstrom that was his mind.
It… took a while. Kitty was clearly in shock from having been removed from his personal paradise, though Emily’s presence next to him clearly helped to sooth him to a certain degree. He would occasionally look towards her, then away at the planet-sized reflector above them, as if trying to put the two things together in a way that made some amount of sense. Had everything that happened so far been some kind of fever dream? Was he even awake, or still deep in REM and unable to discern reality from something his brain came up with during that ages-long period of unconsciousness? Hell, was he even alive, or had he somehow died and gone directly to a personal heaven, only to be removed from there and upgraded to an even better suite? Trying to come up with a sensible timeline of events was hard enough, given that everything in between the two of them heading out for a walk to the park and… well, waking up there of all places, was extremely fuzzy, lending itself to rampant speculation. But, in the end, Emily was still there, and clearly he himself was still there too, and wasn’t that all that mattered? That the two of them existed, together, in a way that they could enjoy one another’s presence? Surely that was the only important thing.
Plus, there was that smile… that wonderful smile of hers that lit up the surroundings far more than the planet-size ball of mirrors ever could without even needing any light whatsoever; it was like a magnet to him, pulling him closer and closer still, and before he knew it, his fingers had met her body once more. It brought to mind memories, not of the aeons spent within her true self, but of the moments that started it all, back when Emily was still small enough to fit on a single planet, when he himself could look up and actually see her as opposed to the bigger cat being the very backdrop of existence itself. It was overwhelming, really, but in the way that made him want to break down from sensory overload like it had been up until then.
Rather, it was comfort. It was a warmth that would never subside, the soft touch of a tender lover who needn’t say anything to make it known how much they loved one another, whose mere presence was enough to guarantee everlasting bliss. It was a softness that gradually grew the closer Kitty got to it, until he began diving once again away from the ambient light and into the dark, warm and impossibly pliable depths of Emily’s body, this time straight between her lap-covering breasts. Frankly, it would be ridiculous for him not to; clearly, she had made herself as gorgeously oversized as that just for him, so it’d be downright criminal not to make the most use of it, even if part of him kept telling him he should at least try to get a few words out before literally diving straight into her cleavage. But Emily herself was smiling, giggling even, so she must be appreciating it as much as he was; at least, that’s what he kept telling himself.
He wasn’t wrong though. From Emily’s point of view, what she saw wasn’t someone undergoing a sort of existential realization that could only truly come after being exposed to divinity and then yanked back from it, only to have it be put on display again; she understood, at a certain level, that Kitty’s experience was just fundamentally incomprehensible to her, and that was ok, because it wasn’t meant for her. It was meant for Kitty, and only him… which didn’t make it any less funny when the poor guy’s eyes were bulging out of his skull and his mouth was flapping open as he tried to come up with words to describe what he was feeling, before he scurried up her body and immediately dove in between her tits. Emily had to bite back a lot of giggling just to keep her partner feeling safe and secure; wouldn’t want him to think he’d done something wrong, after all. Besides, she had created her avatar body in order to maximize both her and her consort’s pleasure, so if anything, she should be encouraging Kitty to experience it to its fullest extent… not that he needed much encouragement at all, but still.
With the smaller feline safely within her bosom, it fell to Emily to come up with new ways of improving the experience. If it was up to Kitty, he’d just curl up and stay where he was, stuffed between two mounds bigger than he was, for the rest of all time; and while this was certainly an idea that made Emily herself want to bite her lower lip, she didn’t create this perfect playground for them just so they could do what they’d been doing all along. Besides, she wanted to tease her better half, and tease him he would, in the one way she’d always wanted to try: milk.
Back when she was still person-sized and not an ascended goddess, it had been an idea that crossed her mind a few times. Given her control over her own body, Emily could have improved her milkiness at any time she wanted, but for some reason never really went the full mile, preferring instead to keep to the safe territory of pure size. Now though, after everything that happened, there was really no reason to hold back; as such, she leaned back, readjusting her butt in order to keep her back on a diagonal with the ground, coincidentally jutting out her breasts just enough that they weren’t touching her lap anymore… for the time being. With her level of power, it was easy enough to command those things to start producing cream, and enough of it to very quickly begin to push their size outwards, and visibly so! The churning of liquids inside of her bosom grew powerful enough that even the slightest of motions caused loud sloshing, and even with her staying still, one could make out the faintest rushing of cream within her breasts if they held their ears close enough to them; just like Kitty was.
“Trapped” between two expanding mounds and with “no way” out of them, the smaller of the two cats resigned himself to his fate, faux-bemoaning his decision to bury himself in his consort’s cleavage without stopping to think of the “consequences”. It was a little game he played with himself, one that though Emily couldn’t hear, Kitty was certain she’d giggle at it as much as he himself was… at least until the noises coming from every direction around him grew so powerful that he really couldn’t think of anything else. Not just that, but the pressure had begun to rise as well, with both breasts inflating with their milky contents to such a degree that Kitty’s ability to move was seriously compromised; after a while, he could barely even move at all, stuck flattened between two milk-stuffed walls of breastflesh that only grew bigger and more constricting as time went on, leading Kitty to wonder if it was being done on purpose, or if Emily had once again lost control of herself in the throes of her self-made passion.
The answer was obvious. Ten foot tall with lap-covering tits and she was making them bigger; how could Emily not fall in love with her own self, especially after deliberately striking a pose meant to maximize the visual impact of her growth? All she could see were her own breasts bloating in front of her eyes, taking up more and more of her field-of-view as their weight mounted until it became too much for to keep holding up; with her state of equilibrium becoming increasingly unstable, she had to make a choice: either fall back and be buried by her own tits, or use the last remaining bit of strength she still had to heave her entire frame forward and smush those things against the ground. With her breasts still bloating, there wasn’t a lot of time to write a full list of pros and cons; as such, Emily anchored her hands on the ground and pushed with all of her might, her torso swivelling forwards… and her tits smacking against the cold stone underneath her.
It was a slightly uncomfortable position to be in, hunched over and with her spine being fought over between her asscheeks and breasts, so Emily haphazardly arranged herself so she could be lying down; even then, things weren’t as simple as they could be, because her milk factories had become so full that her back was permanently kept bent even as she tried to lie flat against the ground. In fact, it was being pushed upwards more and more as those things continued to grow, and with her being unwilling to just stop, Emily decided it’d be best to adopt a kneeling position… which really didn’t do much to get her tits off the ground either, considering how enormous they were.
Not a single drop was wasted, and with every last gallon of milk kept safely within them, each mound was very quickly reaching a size that could rival the rest of Emily’s entire body, rushing to become just as oversized compared to her as they were on her real body; if she didn’t do anything about it, then she would end up with tits as big as the small rock she created for herself and Kitty, a prospect that, to be quite frank, wasn’t as absurd or daunting as it had been just moments prior. Maybe it was the arousal that came with growing so much, or maybe it was her true self shining through and imposing its own will upon her avatar, but she quite enjoyed having a bust that large, especially considering that Kitty was right there inside of it where she could actually reach in and touch him, rather than so deep within her folds that she had no chance of interacting with the little kitten ever again. He was… there. He was there, and she had to do something about that, because to just leave him alone without further stimulation was nothing if not insulting to Kitty.
And what better way of making sure her consort was enjoying his ride than to make that ride more intense? Forgetting about her milk for a few moments, even though it kept on filling regardless, Emily instead focused on pressing her fingers and palms against the sides of her breasts, which by that point had become so absurdly massive that her whole hands could sink into their pudge with very little difficulty, though moving them around was still just as easy as before; she was still a goddess after all. Moving her breasts around in order to provide a full-body massage for Kitty, stuck inside of her cleavage, was child’s play, and within a few short moments her lover was on the receiving end of something of a cross between being crushed by two giant weights, being given a warm hug by his better half, and receiving some kind of super-titjob all at once. To say that this wreaked havoc on the poor guy’s psyche would be an understatement; he barely lasted a couple of seconds before reaching climax… though that didn’t really stop Emily at all.
Why should it, when she was enjoying it so much herself? The amount of pleasure that Kitty was deriving out of having his entire body smushed up between two colossal milktanks was nothing compared to the flood of endorphins generated by that very same smushing in the big cat responsible for it; hell, Emily’s eyes went half-lidded and glazed over within seconds of her placing her hands on her bust to squeeze it, and her mindstate only got “worse” the more she worked her bust over, until even her fine control over her own body began to slip, and cream finally spilled from her overtaxed teats. Two rivers of the stuff, spurting one from each nipple, gallons upon gallons of sweet milk spilling upon the dust and stone of Emily’s own creation, a fitting metaphor if only she had the mental capacity to create it; instead, what remained of her mind was too focused on trying to enjoy those her-sized milky udders while still keeping Kitty as stimulated as possible, a delicate balance that was very quickly disturbed once he knees gave out and she slumped forward onto her own bust.
A milkgasm was inevitable, but the question still remained of when it would come. With her arms draped over the bloating curve of her breasts, all Emily could really do was lie there and breathe increasingly quickly, biting her lip and rubbing her legs together in a desperate attempt to try and extract some stimulation of her own; this led to her lower body slowly growing out as well, with her thighs thickening and ass fattening as a result of her mind wandering and her hold on that avatar slipping away from her. She could feel her true self flooding it, turning it into a small-scale replica of her real form, and while beforehand she might’ve objected, at that exact moment it was hard to complain about it; after all, she was a goddess, so clearly she couldn’t be wrong about things, could she?
One hour. That’s how long it took before her body finally gave out and reached climax, several of Kitty’s own orgasms later; still being trapped in that cleavage as he was, the smaller of the two felines was actually the first one to feel and hear when the floodgates opened, with Emily’s brain being too overtaxed to process what had happened until a few seconds later. For Kitty, it was the sound of ocean currents being marshalled and directed in one singular direction, the rumbling and quaking of the ground itself as the vibrations coursed through everything that he had ever known. An explosive release if there ever was one, one that would put the milk spouts that had already been pouring from Emily to shame… and so they did. With one final, throat-breaking moan, the sensations finally reached the goddess’ conscious mind, and with them, her first and final climax for that little couple’s session.
In a moment, her breasts lost a good foot in diameter as the initial burst of cream emptied them out thoroughly; though, given the size of them, this was hardly even a dent in their full girth. It’d take far more than that for Emily to go back to how she had been previously, doubly so given that her milkiness was still very much active and intent on filling whatever space was created by her release. Three gallons out, two more created to substitute them, leading to a seemingly-endless milk explosion that went straight out of the small rock the two of them were on and began creating wide rings around it, very quickly obscuring most of their view of the reflector planet up above; all that either of them could hear was the sloshing of fluids and the rumbling of breastflesh as Emily’s bosom seemed to take on a life of its own, with the feline unable to control what it was doing or where it was going. Both of them had become slaves to it, and now it dictated the pace of their lovemaking… and what it wanted was, clearly, to extend that climax for as long as possible.
Neither Emily nor Kitty knew how long it lasted, but they did know that, by the end of it, there was nothing outside of their small rock. The sky had been covered in a milky sheen by all the orbiting cream, the ambient temperature had begun to rise, and yet neither of them could bring themselves to really do anything about it; Emily was completely beat, too busy rubbing her tits after they returned to their previous, merely lap-covering size, while Kitty had crawled out from his safe spot in his consort’s cleavage and was once again lying on his back trying to catch his breath. It would probably take a whole day before they were even remotely ready to try anything of the sort again. But that was fine.
They had all of eternity together.
