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A Wish Come Truer - Part 4 (Commission for Xilimyth)
🕑 Added 2021-03-19 12:26:25 +0000 UTCTAGS: Chee, Growth/Hyper Growth, Monkey's Paw, Hyper/Extreme Hyper, Macro/City Macro, Milk/Lactation, Taurification, Multi
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Whatever the case may be, the chee-taur was quick to banish this phenomenon to the hall of things that she no longer had to worry about, given that she was big and powerful enough that even if the whole population of the country decided to climb on her, by the time they were done she’d probably be way too massive to even notice they were there to begin with. And now that her wings were complete, and her body had become so magnificent as to elicit this sort of mindless adoration on the part of her tiny subjects, there wasn’t a lot that Xili could do that wouldn’t inevitably lead down to even more debauched debasement and the sort of growth that would be more at home in a fever dream than anything remotely resembling reality. By that point, her form had advanced towards the city center and left behind it a trail of destruction so thorough in its annihilation of everything that stood in its way that there was literally nothing left but a lake of thick chee milk dotted with the occasional island made out of scrap heap and bits of concrete, each one serving as a safe haven for the little ones still trying to hop onto her body. Where once had been skyscrapers were now the dracat’s chest busts, having collapsed every structure in front of them and blasted what remained with their high-pressure jets of milk. If there was still anything left around her, all it would take would be a single step for her to make sure it ceased to be… and yet, no matter how much this should have been the be-all-end-all for her size fantasies, regardless of how hard it fulfilled every single one of her lustful desires and ticked every box, it still wasn’t enough as far as Xili was concerned. Because this was her body now, and given that it was, it could always be improved; and if it could be improved, it should.
The “how” was the only question that remained. She was already colossal to the point where she could very easily be spotted over the horizon, dominating what used to be a large city with so much ease that it might as well be a scale model that she had decided to stomp around and destroy during a lazy Sunday afternoon power-mad fantasy spot. Except, well, it was the real thing, at the real size, and yet she had just as easily stomped it into dust as she would a bunch of cardboard boxes after dousing them in water for ten minutes straight; the sheer, unfettered glee at that realization was probably strong enough to power that whole city for days on end if she hadn’t, well… wrecked it completely. Regardless, there still remained the question of how best to improve herself, and given that most of her field-of-view was dominated entirely by her immense sets of milk factories, it wasn’t all that surprising that her mind immediately drifted towards them at the first opportunity it had to start thinking on what next to do. Sadly though, there was barely any room left for any more of them to grow in, or for the ones that were there to become even bigger; as much as it would be great for her to keep on becoming ever-more massive, there were certain geometric limitations that all living things must abide by, and given that every usable inch of her front and bottom were used up, there wasn’t a lot that Xili could do to add more boobflesh to herself.
So, clearly, she had to do something about the lack of room.
It was such a simple solution, and yet one that left her smiling so widely that it stopped being warm and turned right back into demented, a manic grin that very quickly turned into an equally-insane cackle once the chee began feeling the first stages of her newest transformation taking place, altering her body in a way that, if anything could ever possibly be called exotic, then that would be it. After all, if there was simply no more room on either of her torsos to sport more breasts to fill the world with, then clearly she had to make both of them wider, allowing them to pack on even more bust weight where once there had been a serious lack of space to go around. But of course, this wouldn’t be enough; simply growing out had become blasé, mundane even for a creature as blessed and cursed as Xili, especially after she had ascended to a divine form that could wipe cities off the map without her even trying. No, quantity alone would not sate her… or at least not the same type of quantity as before; after all, who’s to say that she had to keep abiding by the same rules as everyone else? She was a goddess in the making, a divine being whose will and desires would be imprinted upon reality and made manifest purely by her wishing them to be, and this came packaged with a certain few realizations about her new self.
Why was she still concerning herself about what was and wasn’t right to do? Why bother worrying about what to do next now that she had the entirety of all eternity to look forward to when it came to enjoying herself? Most of all, why in blazes was part of her mind still thinking about what others might think of what she was doing at that exact moment? She was a goddess, the most powerful creature alive on the face of the planet at that very moment, and given the state of her, she still had so much left to go before being anywhere near sated that it was doubtful whether or not she’d remain planet-bound for much longer. Hers were no longer the concerns of mortals, of the little flickering souls agglomerated all around her, all desperately trying to climb onto her form in order to bask in her glory and possibly, just maybe, sharing in some of the delights and divine power that she was experiencing, even when they knew such a thing was most likely completely impossibly. No, hers were the concern of creatures above such petty things as earthly matters, above such things as self-imposed limitations, the need to eat or breathe or drink or do anything that wasn’t seeking the greatest emotional high at any given possible time, above anything that wasn’t indulging herself at every waking moment with a body that reacted to each errant thought by making it a reality, hoping that maybe this would help sate a hunger that would never truly be satisfied. This was her life now, and this was her right; anything less than that would be unacceptable.
Thus, when her torso and taurso were both dutifully elongated by the same energies that had “cursed” her into becoming such a beautiful, impossibly powerful, deific chee, she didn’t merely make her tits bigger, or merely force them to produce even more milk so she could feel what it was like to turn into a city-sized lactic factory; no, she added more of them, in greater number, forcing the two breasts on each of her many rows to move away from one another, providing just enough space for a brand new pair of udders to grow in between the two original ones on each row, leaving the taur-chee laden with an almost ridiculously-oversized four mounds on each bust! To say that she was buried by her own curves would be an understatement as enormous as Xili herself was, because now that she had effectively doubled the amount of tits she was sporting, moving had become… difficult. It was still possible, given a slight upgrade to her overall size once she remembered to think about it, but she was quickly approaching a stage in which, while she might be capable of locomotion, it became far too much of a hassle for her to even bother. Getting her paws in between her cleavages and heaving her titanic frame forward or backward cost so much strength and energy that Xili figured it’d be best if she just plopped herself down and enjoyed the ride wherever it was she landed, moaning loudly enough to create sonic shockwaves and having to exercise extreme caution not to led her many, many nipples leave her in a state of perpetual orgasm from just how much they were being stimulated by the very currents of milk they were being used to vent. It was a vicious cycle that couldn’t possibly end, and one that she had created herself… one that she wanted to make worse.
Why not keep going? Sure, she was almost immobile and practically unable to do anything other than squeeze her many tits and lactate all over the surrounding region, but she could go further still; after all, she only had four pairs of arms, matching the four rows on her chest and leaving her tauric busts desperately lonely when it came to proper stimulation. It may look weird, perhaps even off-putting to the little ones down below (it wouldn’t; their minds were too warped), not to mention utterly unthinkable to anyone that hadn’t already been blessed by the sight of her, but as Xili had realized, she was a goddess, and thus not subject to the same rules of everyone; thus, why not simply sprout extra pairs of arms all along her taurso, matching the pairs of limbs to the rows of cream-laden udders and immediately putting them to work rubbing and kneading herself so much that it was getting harder not to simply climax for an hour straight and let fate take her where it might. But she could do better, and she should do better… especially now that she had a proper audience!
The chee-taur hadn’t noticed it until just then, but there were more people watching than just the multitudes trying to climb onto her body down below. Helicopters were flying all around her, so tiny that they could land on the tip of her muzzle and probably have enough room left to store a couple dozen more of them, all of them carrying film crews and news announcers all ready for the scoop of the century, the ascension of a true-to-life deity from literally nowhere, taking place right now and viewable from the safety and comfort of anyone’s couch! Suddenly, every damned channel in the whole country was running nothing but Xili, nothing but chee-taur in every frequency, her influence extending so widely that even television networks couldn’t resist her charm… and neither could their viewers either. The effect was lessened thanks to it being run through multiple systems before being broadcast into people’s homes, but even those who most resisted as they flipped through multiple channels only to find yet more Xili would eventually succumb to the sight of her and stop trying to run away from their destiny. Even those who lacked sight were made aware of just what was happening through sheer presence and might, a process that even the goddess herself couldn’t really explain. It was as if her merely existing had brought a golden age upon all of furkind, one where strife and conflict were replaced by pure, unfiltered adoration of her divine form.
And Xili liked that. Better than that, she loved it, the idea that her being, her glorious self was so powerful and overwhelming that it was capable of overriding even the most negative of emotions and leaving those around her in a state of ecstasy from which, while they could move away from, they would never choose to do so; why would they, after all, when they could be experiencing heaven at every living moment? Why would they forfeit this most perfect of sensations and experiences when they could simply… keep experiencing it, at no cost to them? Xili would provide.
Forever and ever.
And to provide, she of course needed more, not necessarily because she just wanted it at the most base level possible (though that much was true was well), but because, as the new goddess of that world, it was her duty to make sure that every single person who gave themselves to her would be taken care of and provided for to the best of her ability. And while being her current size was more than enough, at least from a practical standpoint, there was always room for improvement when it came to the chee’s delusions about her own perfection, delusions that became more blurred with reality the more the monkey’s paw allowed her to live them out as if they were a perfectly normal facet of her life. She needed to be bigger, so therefore she was made bigger; bigger than the city, bigger than the surrounding landscape, so big that anyone from low orbit would be able to perfectly make her out against the smudge of white all around her, a “puddle” of milk that had turned into a lake before becoming a small sea, its “shores” already lapping at neighboring cities and having swallowed up multiple towns along the way, heralding the coming of their new deity into their lives. Countless souls had already been swept up in the deluge, their former owners now mindlessly marching towards where their glorious giantess loomed over the horizon in the hopes of joining in with their fellows already on top of her, planes and ships chartered from across the planet to bring as many people as quickly as possible as closely as possible to the site of Xili’s ascension, that the whole planet’s population might participate and bask in her power. Very few were left that hadn’t yet either seen her directly, watched as she grew on a television, or at the very least heard the good news and were infected by the same rapturous joy that everyone else had, and that group was quickly becoming smaller and smaller with each passing minute, until billions had turned to worshipping the chee-taur and bringing the revelations with them to whoever hadn’t yet given themselves up.
This of course only meant that Xili had to become larger still, a perfect excuse as far as she was concerned. The dracat could hear them now, their voices echoing in the back of her mind as they rose to have their faces turned towards her and offered endless praise and adulation, hoping to be noticed by their living, breathing goddess in their endless exultations. They wouldn’t; said goddess was simply too big in scale to really be able to see any one of the millions of tiny ones already climbing onto her form, let alone interact with them in any meaningful way. Still, she was aware that they were there, and knew that it was her responsibility to put on the best show she could, hence the constant moaning, the ecstatic yelling, the begging for more even when she wasn’t nearly as orny as her tone might indicate, the whole works; it was important that everyone see her as the deific, perfect creature that she was, even if that meant hamming it up just enough for her worshippers to really buy into the whole “crazed fertility goddess” look she had going for herself. Truth be told, the chee was anything but mindless; her clarity and sense of self had remained almost impossibly intact despite the many opportunities for them to shatter into pieces, giving her a near-perfect control over not just where her mind was going, but her desires and subsequent transformations as well. She wasn’t even thinking about how she had one wish left; as far as Xili cared, the two she had requested were more than enough, even if the clothing one had ceased being remotely meaningful several miles back.
No, the only thing left in the dracat’s mind was how she needed more, regardless of how absurd this was or how her body was already so absurdly bloated that she’d given up walking and taken up simply lying atop the bed of breasts she had created for herself… a bed of breasts that could always be made comfier, fuller, larger, a bed that relied entirely upon the lengthening and widening of two torsos for which there was no rule saying they couldn’t be widened again. After all, who’s to say that she had to stop at four tits per each row? Who’s to say she couldn’t imagine her dream self as even more ridiculously stacked, having a torso and taurso of such immense dimensions that their four mounds could once more separate and create more room between each grouping of two, allowing for yet another pair to emerge from between the two that were already there? Buried beneath an avalanche of breastflesh of proportions so unbelievably titanic that, for a good couple of hours, Xili couldn’t even see the sun; all she felt, saw, heard, touched, sensed, smelt and tasted were her own breasts, enveloping her in a soft, warm cocoon from which interminable sloshing and churning emanated, an almost ridiculous total of eighty-four udders lining her from the very tip-top of her regular chest all the way down to the haunches of her tauric self, quite literally pushing her half a mile off the ground and leaving her pinned down in her place. She could always fix that, of that there was no doubt… but for the time being, Xili decided to give herself a little treat, and stop thinking about how much better she could be for just long enough that she could properly appreciate what she had at that exact moment.
The dracat never forgot that it was just temporary, however; the last thing she needed was for the monkey’s paw to think she was satisfied, because the truth was anything but. Still, after such an immense growth spurt and after becoming so unimaginably colossal that the sea of milk around her was beginning to turn into an ocean, even going so far as to leaking onto the nearest one as well, it was important for her to learn some self-love, lest the chee find herself years later still desperate for a fulfillment that would never come. She would one day be satisfied with herself… it just so happened that this day was definitely not it.
Nonetheless, there was plenty of herself to love, even if a good ninety percent of her body weight was milk and breastflesh by that point, Xili having allowed her many cream-laden mounds to fill up without anything holding them back, leading to them bloating at such a quick pace that her body was forced into some rather uncomfortable positions just from how much her breasts were pushing back against her. It was nothing short of heaven for the little ones aboard her though; they were so diminutive compared to their goddess that the colossal sizes involved barely did anything to harm them, allowing them live out their grandest of fantasies all while continuously heaping praise upon the divine chee that had granted them their every wish. Their voices rang ever stronger within Xili’s head, their prayers and repeated mantras growing louder and reverberating with increased frequency, leading her to try and tune them out in order to enjoy herself in peace. That is, of course, until she began to realize how good it felt to let those prayers through, to open the door and bathe in the sheer, unfettered adoration coming from each and every one of her precious supplicants. It was amazing how much power was packed into just one person’s endless droning, especially those whose minds had been the most affected by her presence, and she had millions of them just waiting to be heard, billions more either travelling towards her or actively thinking of her while waiting for their turn. It made her feel… special. Wanted.
Loved.
And this had… consequences.
Up until then, Xili had managed to keep a close lid on what her innermost desires, not necessarily because she felt it was necessary, but due to her wanting to stretch the experience out as long as it could go. There was no doubt in her mind that she’d eventually outgrow the whole damned planet, but she wasn’t in any rush to make it happen; after all, there were still so many little ones that had yet to get near her that it almost felt like a downright sin to not give them a chance to climb aboard before she had her final ascension towards the heavens. And yet, despite her best intentions, despite her best efforts to try and keep herself under control, hearing those prayers repeated ad infinitum towards her awoke a certain few things in the chee goddess’ mind that she wasn’t aware had been there before. A sense of belonging, a semblance of peace and warmth that came with the knowledge that so many people were willing to give everything up for her; it wasn’t so much the domineering, overbearing sense of power that had permeated every second of her experiences so far, but something far more sublime and difficult to explain, something that was better than just mindless, carnal enjoyment brought several times above where it should be and multiplied upon itself until it stopped making sense altogether. She was a goddess, but above all, she was their goddess; for what was a deity without worshippers, and what was a goddess without souls to bask in their glory?
With this in mind, it was hard to contain herself any longer. Biting her lower lip and keeping her eyes firmly shut, the last thing Xili remembered before feeling her feet smash against the ground again was the sensation of all her pairs of hands holding tightly against their assigned breast, sinking their fingers into the milky pudge as if to keep it in one piece as her body exploded outwards with extra size, once more becoming fully mobile as her breasts were put back where they should be: still absurdly oversized compared to her body in general, but no longer so large as to keep her pinned down in place. From there, it was hard to really stop; dominating the local geography as she was, how could she put any kind of brakes to it when it just felt so damn good to flatten hills, vaporize entire cities, even empty out lakes just by accidentally stepping on them and splashing all the water out? The world was her playground and she was effectively playing on the sand, wrecking the tiny castle she had built for herself as she planned her next move. A move that would take her…
… up.
There was no other place for her to go, now that the planet had simply become too small to contain her, especially given the sheer amount of flooding going on after she kind-of-sort-of lost control over how much milk her many breasts were producing. The only way to survive, nay, thrive was to jettison herself into low orbit, hoping beyond hope that the monkey’s paw was still there to listen to her when the chee made her last wish: “Ascend me.”
Once more it was made without concern for wording, and once more this was done so quite deliberately on Xili’s part, who was very much aware of what the implications were for such an impossibly vague request. Thus, it didn’t surprise her when her lungs were no longer necessary for her continued functioning, nor did it really come as anything other than expected when the tens of millions of little ones that had succeeded in climbing onto her before she left the planet were just as capable of surviving in the cold vacuum of space as she was. If anything, this was simply the culmination of a long journey, one that, looking back, Xili knew had always been hers to take.
It was her birthright.
And she would never stop.
