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🕑 Added 2021-02-23 13:39:04 +0000 UTCTAGS: Latias, Macro/Mega Macro, Planetary Consumption, Growth/Expansion, Endless Hunger, Goddess/Ascension
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It was still up in the air how exactly Sierra managed to make him survive under those conditions, but Kitty wasn’t about to complain; the last time he tried to explain away what the Latias did to him, he spent several days pouring through technical manuals only to end up more confused than before, with the only valuable lesson learned being not to question whatever that giantess happened to want to do, and just roll with it like it was perfectly normal. Besides, it was perfectly enjoyable on its own… perhaps a bit more than that, if the cat were to be honest with himself; there was something more than simply “fun” in being plucked from the surface of his planet and brought all the way over to its moon, to watch as the Earth became smaller and smaller, taking up less and less space in his field-of-view until it was a dot about as small in the sky as the moon he was standing on had been back home. It was an interesting role reversal, and one that Kitty wasn’t about to complain about, especially not given who was there to help fill the picture, so to speak.
Sierra had always been rather large, by which he of course meant that dimensional distortion and high-end compressor fields were required to keep her person-sized whenever she deigned to set foot on the planet for any extended period of time. At her true, full size, the Latias loomed over the Earth, lazily orbiting it while making sure not to knock anything out of its proper trajectory, eyeing the tiny blue marble with a look of utmost greed and non-insignificant hunger stamped on her face; the amount of times she ended up “playing” with it until it ceased existing were so high that she’d lost count of the resets they had to perform, but it was all in good fun, really. Sierra only went so far precisely because she knew that, at the end of the day, she could put everything back in its proper place with minimal hassle, which was itself part of the fun as far as she was concerned; lording over all the tiny ones on the planet below in such a grand display of divine power made it so much more enjoyable than it already was, and left her constantly looking out for any opportunity to engage in some power play: hence, Kitty.
The feline had gotten used to being on the receiving end of Sierra’s… unique type of affection, so much so that he didn’t even say anything when he felt that familiar trembling on the back of his head letting him know that something massive and incomprehensibly powerful was approaching him at high speed. The last thing he remembered before being pulled through the heavens was the sound of his roof caving in followed by his entire body being lifted through it, protected by the two fingertips that pulled him through the atmosphere, brought him across the vast distances separating his home planet to its moon, and then promptly placed him somewhere that he could watch the show. There, staring down at him with the vastness of the cosmos framing her on all sides, was Sierra, her face colossal and her body even more so, the roundness of her belly fully visible as the rocky ball that Kitty was on sat comfortably on it, rolling around gently as its orbit was disrupted. It wouldn’t be the first time this happened, nor would it really be the last, so much so that the feline already knew what was going to happen next; after all, the Earth was so tiny out there in distance that the two of them needed to be closer in order to truly appreciate what the Latias wanted to do. So clearly, the Moon had to moved.
Once more, how exactly Sierra managed to do it without upsetting several of the physical laws of nature still remained to be explained, but the fact of the matter was, she very effortlessly took the small spherical body she’d placed Kitty on in one hand and then proceeded to “fly”, for lack of a better word, over to the Earth, seemingly growing in size the closer she got to it, becoming ever more massive and all-consuming as the two of them approached their destination. By the time that the cat’s home planet was back in full view, taking up most of the space in front of him, so too had the Latias engorged herself to the point where she was about the same size as her latest snack, looking down greedily as she licked her lips, content in her knowledge that nothing and no one could ever stop her. Truth be told, at least part of it was meant as deliberate theatrics for her special guest; doing this on her own would get very boring, very quickly, and she knew for a fact just how much that tiny cat adored seeing her play with their homeworld, even if meant having to spend a considerable amount of energy resetting reality back to a few hours before the whole thing started. In the end, it’d be worth it, just to see Kitty’s reaction to the whole thing.
As such, the Latias spared no means in making sure that she was as imposing and dominating as possible, pushing her body to the very limit in order to truly shine. It was almost like watching a movie or a cutscene in a video game with how impossible the proportions were: there she was, Sierra, mighty and dominant, perfectly framed against the inky darkness of the universe beyond her, staring at a planet just slightly smaller than she herself was, the pair floating around in nothing as Kitty watched from a distance, hoping that his friend would remember to draw things out for his own sake. He had long since given up trying to put up any resistance to what Sierra did, knowing for a fact that doing so was beyond pointless, and with this surrender came a certain degree of enjoyment; when one was happy to go with the flow, it was very easy to turn that into active enjoyment, and from there it was a small and easily-achievable step to outright, open debauchery and self-indulgence. It also wouldn’t be the first time Kitty actually asked the Latias to do something in particular in order to push a few of his own buttons, and over the course of the many, many times they had done this, the Latias had acquired a repertoire of tricks that she employed with such mastery that it was practically impossible for the feline to hold onto his own sense of self for too long. All it took were a few measly minutes of expert teasing and he’d be mewling and squirming as he reached for his more private parts, unable to think properly.
And that day wouldn’t be any different. As usual, Sierra began by gently cradling the planet, spooning it in fact, as if it were a beloved partner whom she shared a bed with. Her hands caressed its surface, appearing tender on the surface, even if both of them knew she was actually flattening entire mountain ranges and creating vast hurricane-like wind formations with how much air she was displacing. The atmosphere began to roil and churn as those ministrations grew more powerful, the planet itself beginning to quake whenever the squeezing and nuzzling on the Latias’ part grew too strong. The wispy white clouds covering large sections of the planet had been dissipated almost entirely, dissolved in the extreme-speed currents that Sierra was creating, wreaking havoc on the planet below. It was madness of a literally apocalyptic level, but it hardly mattered given that it could just be rewound as if it had never happened, allowing the only two people who even remembered it happening at all to enjoy the spectacle as it unfolded. It made for a surprisingly arousing display of might, if nothing else: Sierra’s breathing causing the entire atmosphere to shift and churn with each inhale and exhale, thickening parts of it while thinning out entirely different sections, the colossal waves created whenever a part of her body dipped into the waters of the oceans below, even the cracks on the ground through which bright, hot magma could be seen even from high orbit. It was a catastrophic event, to be sure, but as it could simply be repeated over and over again with no repercussions, it became… beautiful.
More than that, actually, though to describe it further would require Kitty actually being in control of his own mental faculties rather than being splayed on the ground and unable to really think about much of anything beyond his own arousal. There was a certain artwork to it, like the reverse process of sculpting something; rather than taking a lump of clay and turning it into something beautiful, the Latias took a fully-formed planet and slowly reduced it to little more than silly putty in her hands, turning it around and around until it became clear that she was losing control of herself as well. It inevitably happened, every single time, with Sierra’s ability to hold back her lust thinning out and weakening with each second she spent playing with the blue marble rolling around in her hands. It was hard to blame her, given what she was doing to begin with; how could one resist the allure of one’s own divinity when something as seemingly enormous and imposing as a whole planet became little more than a toy, a plaything, something to be picked up and discarded when one grew bored of it? It brought to mind images and sensations that mere mortals weren’t fully capable of processing, and even someone like Sierra had pronounced difficulty in truly experiencing without some degree of lust-fueled insanity.
Thus, it was altogether unsurprising when the Latias began to grow more… affectionate towards the planet, to the point where her tongue left her mouth for the first time to taste what would soon become her newest, tastiest treat yet. Each session, each time she did this, Sierra made sure to prepare her feast just a little bit more, flavoring it for when she eventually consumed it in a couple of bites; her hot breath, her tender caresses, her love and affection for it all seemed to seep into its very core, though it was just as likely that the whole thing was entirely in her head and the planet tasted like it always did: hot, earthen and extremely chunky thanks to all those rocks it was made out of. At least the gooey center made for great filling, and the iron-nickel core always turned out to be a perfect dessert once she treated it like a piece of hard candy. Regardless, the Latias still went through with getting further close and personal with the planetary body, running her fingers through its surface and digging deep grooves into it, tightening her hold over it until large sections began to visibly crack, growing drunk off the atmosphere that she kept breathing in, growing lightheaded in the process. It was a type of pleasure that only godly creatures could truly appreciate; who else could afford to treat a whole planet like a disposable body pillow?
It was nothing short of marvelous for Kitty, who occasionally managed to summon up the willpower to force his eyes to open and gaze at what was happening above his head. Once more it felt like a cinematic experience more than anything else, with his little, tiny, insignificant self trapped on a piece of rock floating in the heavens staring at a perfectly silent apocalypse scenario unfolding right before him: a planet, his planet being slowly consumed as the colossal, impossibly enormous Latias holding it tightly in her hands began to take small nibbles out of it after taking in all of its atmosphere, her belly growing larger and more rotund with each second that passed. Whole chunks of Earth vanished into her mouth, the small bulges they made travelling down her throat the only indication that they even existed to begin with as the gigantic goddess slowly, but surely, made her way through the crust and cracked the whole thing open like some kind of titanic cosmic egg. Bits of magma floated upwards and out of the destroyed surface, giving her something to slurp up and swallow, before her mouth plugged the hole that the spurt came from and she began to suck the planet dry; the only thing missing there was a straw and a palm tree for it to look like your stereotypical “exotic” vacation complete with a coconut drink.
All the while, the Latias’ body continued to bloat and swell, far in excess to what it was actually consuming. Sierra had always been good at processing what she ate, to the point of getting more out of it than she really had any right to; such was how things worked when one was capable of ignoring the laws of physics for the sake of some cheap self-indulgence and carnal indulgence, and such was how she continuously abused her own powers for the sake of having a good time. Each bite she took resulted in her stomach bloating outwards… a distance, it was genuinely hard to tell for Kitty given the sheer scales involved. Every gulp of the planet’s molten innards left her chin trickling with red-hot magma and that colossal gut of hers further rounded, until the poor planet, or whatever was left of it at least, was left to rest atop thousands upon thousands of miles of soft Latias pudge, Sierra’s entire form having taken the countenance of a near-perfect sphere with just how much it had gobbled up in such a short time period. Her eyes were unfocused and at times glazed over, her hands moved of their own accord, as did her jaw as she chewed down on larger and larger chunks of the planet itself; all those living on it would miraculously find themselves somehow waking up somewhere on the goddess’ body, spared the destruction of their homeworld by the divine might of the very creature that was responsible for the destruction in the first place. They wouldn’t have much time to appreciate it though; Sierra would very quickly move on to the rest of the solar system, and from there it’d barely be a couple of hours before she took the steps required to put everything back in its proper place.
But until then, why not enjoy herself still? She had the time, she had the means, and there was no one there to tell her she couldn’t do it, so why not allow her fun to drag on for a bit longer than it had the last time around, for her sake… and Kitty’s too, couldn’t forget the cat watching the entire chain of events unfold; that was why Sierra was doing all of this to begin with, after all.
Then again, there wasn’t a lot more that could be done with the Earth alone; the Latias very quickly outgrew any size that was even remotely comparable to whatever was left of the planet, and by the time it had been turned into a barren, lifeless rock, it barely even filled one of her hands, let alone provide any kind of proper meal; all that the giant goddess could really do was flick it up, forget that there was no gravity to pull it back down and then scramble to catch the remains of the planet before they flew off into the depths of space. With a blush, she sheepishly shoved the last bits of her homeworld into her mouth and cracked them open, ground them up, then swallowed whatever vestiges were left. Just like that, Earth was gone… again.
Given that it all happened in silence, there was a certain magnificence to the procedure. Something of that magnitude should really have been accompanied by an equally overwhelming cacophony, preferably of the sort that had its own orchestral track to really sell on its importance, the kind that terrible disaster movies always managed to cram in and ended up achieving near-memetic status thanks to how overblown they were. Instead, Kitty got to watch everything happen without the slightest hint of any noise at all; it was true what they said about space, though there was very little screaming to be had when it came to the many people who had been left without a permanent home to call their own. They were lucky to have Sierra there to hold them; a lesser goddess might decide to simply consume them as well, but the Latias was above such things… mostly because they wouldn’t be a filling meal, to be fair, but what mattered was the end goal at that point, that being the safety and continued wellbeing of the billions of souls whose homeworld had just been devoured. Thankfully, they had plenty of room to use until everything was reset, because despite everything, the Latias’ body wasn’t the biggest thing in the solar system at that point.
It was her belly.
Sure, Sierra was absolutely colossal, enough that even if one took that gigantic sphere of a gut she would still be able to match Jupiter for size, if not even outmatch it entirely. But that wasn’t the focus of her growth, nor was it the most impressive part about her; rather, that titanic belly she sported, fed and fueled by the consumption of a whole planet, was so big that it outright defied any kind of definition. It was too big, in the sense that Kitty, still safe on the Moon and watching as all of that plump softness rose around it and enveloped the now-planetless satellite, couldn’t begin to process the magnitude of what he was seeing. Nothing organic had any right to be that big, nothing that lived and breathed should, by all rights, be capable of reaching sizes like those… and yet Sierra was clearly there, looking down at him with a sly grin and her two hands rubbing that near-perfectly spherical tum of hers, its growling and rumbling impossible to hear, but more than powerful enough to make the whole Moon’s surface quake. That monstrous gut was clearly hungry for more, and the way the Latias looked down at him made Kitty genuinely fear for his life… for about five seconds.
Sierra would never do that to him, if nothing else then because he was barely even a speck of dust compared to her. With their home planet gone and digested, what else was left for her to do but to make sure the rest of the solar system went down the same path? After all, she was putting on a show for Kitty, and knew very well that, no matter how hard the feline tried to deny it, he was a sucker for that sort of thing; the giantess was well aware of what sort of fantasies swam around inside that lewd little kitten head of theirs, and was more than happy to play into them. After all, they were her fantasies too, and it was always a wonderful time whenever she got to indulge in the more destructive side of her godhood; besides, there was something positively alluring in having her belly be that bloated, something that activated a great deal of emotions that only really showed up whenever she indulged as heavily as that.
To call it a kink would be to do it a disservice though; it was sexual, sure, but it was so much more than that. It was fulfilling in a way that only accomplishing one’s dreams was, an affirmation of power and influence that was only available to creatures as powerful as herself and none other; who else could simply snap her fingers and decide to gobble up a whole planet while turning her body into a mobile home for its previous inhabitants? And who else could multiply the gains from that feast to such a degree that conservation of mass was irrevocably broken forever more? It didn’t even occur to her that she might be genuinely endangering the fabric of reality itself; all that she could bring herself to care about was how much she adored looking out into the distance and being unable to see any of it because her belly got in the way. It let her know two things: one, that nothing could stop her now, and two, that she wanted more of it.
Sadly, the rocky planets didn’t really do much to her that Earth hadn’t already, by her definitions at least. Anyone sane would struggle to comprehend how exactly she turned three little balls that barely matched up to one of her fingertips by that point into so much more belly that she took up all the space between the Sun and Jupiter, even bumping the former slightly off from where it had been and scrambling the latter’s orbit as a result. It was literally impossible, and yet Sierra accomplished it with an ease that still belied the vast amounts of power she held within herself; all while Kitty looked on, powerless to do anything about it as the Moon that he lay upon slowly descended into the Latias’ bellybutton, utterly swallowed by warm darkness as the giantess completely forgot about the reason for her rampage and gave in to her own lust and gluttony. But that was ok; the cat could still feel it happen, and now that he was trapped as close to inside Sierra’s body as he could be without being swallowed, he could delight in the one thing he’d been denied up until then: sound.
Maybe it was the overabundance of pudge all around him or the fact that the belly he was being smushed by (or, rather, his Moon-shaped couch was), but Kitty began hearing things again. First in the distance, or as if they were being muffled by several layers of cloth, but the noises became increasingly loud the longer he paid attention to them, until he could make them out perfectly against the near-oppressive silence that had permeated everything up until that point; they were gurgling, sloshes, churning, the sounds that accompanied a very hungry stomach when it complained about how empty it was, somehow being produced by one that was very much stuffed to bursting… or was it, really? Maybe, Kitty thought to himself, the reason Sierra was so vast that she could fit the whole Moon in her bellybutton (and probably a few others as well given the amount of space in there) wasn’t because she was abnormally efficient at digesting her meals, but because she forced her belly to expand in every direction in preparation for the feast and simply lost control of it… resulting in that colossus of a gut complaining about being comprised mostly of empty space that needed to be filled in order to be satisfied. Maybe this was why the Latias was so ravenous whenever she engaged in those large-scale demolition projects; she just couldn’t help herself.
That would certainly make sense, if Kitty had the wherewithal to keep thinking about it as opposed to succumbing to the barest realization of it and immediately going back to pleasuring himself to the thought, to the simple truth of the matter that he was stranded on an Earthless Moon that was itself stuffed inside the bellybutton of a giant goddess who, by that point, was probably busy eating the rest of the solar system with as much gusto as she had his homeworld. That fact alone was enough to get him to squirm and writhe in place, unable to control his hands as they made sure his shaft remained as turgid and erect as it could possibly be at any given point, the small patch of lunar dust he was laying on utterly drenched in his cum and sweat already. He could only imagine what Sierra might be doing, given the sort of noises her belly was making, and his imagination was very vivid when it came to that; after all, he had plenty of reference material for all the other times the goddess had completely lost control.
Whatever he was thinking of though, it would inevitably fail to live up to the reality of it, because the Latias was nothing if not intensely competitive with herself, and saw every opportunity to cut loose as yet another one to “beat” her previous “best”. No one else but her was keeping score, but did that even matter? She cared, and that meant that it was everyone else’s problem by default given her sheer size and power. There used to be a point when she took her time in devouring all the planets, asteroids and whatever else happened to be lying around, especially when Kitty was still in a position to watch it happen, but as she went through that process time and time again, the willpower required to resist her hunger began to reach frankly absurd levels; she wanted to consume, wanted to devour, and every bite she took only made this desire grow stronger, even through the countless resets she had been responsible for. Rather than becoming mundane and routine, her ascension “episodes” became ever more glorious and self-fulfilling, until the mere thought of triggering one was enough to get her legs rubbing up against one another and her belly to rumble in anticipation. And now that she was square in the middle of one, and Kitty was somewhere that he couldn’t watch what she was doing? Well, there was no longer any reason for her to hold back.
The rocky planets had already been devoured, and though she could focus on the Sun itself, there were still other things to delight herself with… which is to say, open her mouth and promptly swallow an entire gas giant with a single bite, no longer caring about the taste or flavor, but only about the exercise of devouring, of sating that deep pit of hunger that was her stomach, knowing for a fact that it would only grow deeper with each mouthful she scarfed down. Within minutes, there would be nothing left of the inner or outer solar system: no planets, no gas giants, no asteroids, even the few comets that were close enough to Sierra were plucked from their wide orbits and chucked straight into her gluttonous maw, their only purpose to further bloat her up and cause that gigantic belly of hers to balloon outwards even more, until it was the whole system by sheer mass. She didn’t even know where the Sun was anymore; Sierra could kind of feel it, somewhere off to the side where it pushed against a tiny fraction of her gut, but seeing as her arms couldn’t even reach a tenth of a hundredth of the way over there thanks to the sheer curvature of her spherical tum, it was hard to truly locate it properly. It took a significant amount of wiggling around before she managed to get the star close enough to where she could grab onto it, and by that point, it barely even registered anymore.
It had used to be massive, used to dominate the planetary system as its lifegiver, its source of light and warmth. It used to be the biggest thing in it as well, utterly dwarfing everything else put together. But now? Now it fit neatly into one of Sierra’s palms, not even large enough to fill it; she brought it close to her face, its rays illuminating her skin in the otherwise bleak darkness of interstellar space; it was starlight, thick and viscous and delicious, there for the taking if she so desired. The ball of plasma and gas was just… there, tiny and inconsequential, like a single piece of a diorama that she could squint at and appreciate, a little school project that could just as easily be snuffed out if she were to close her hands and shut it off forever. It was power, it was magnificence, and every second she spent staring at it was one where the Latias was reminded of how grandiose she was, how her divine nature bent existence to her will for the purest sake of self-indulgence and mindless pleasure. It was almost too good to be true, and yet it so beautifully was; and with a single, swift motion, Sierra opened her mouth, leaned her head forward, and snapped her jaws shut over the stellar orb, plunging her into darkness the moment the glowing bulge travelling down her throat was safely deposited into a belly that had, by that point, broke clean through the Oort Cloud out in the distance.
She was finally alone… apart from Kitty, of course, whose Moon was still being kept safe by the Latias’ power, the tiny cat’s mind breaking apart thanks to his frantic attempts at trying to picture how insanely massive Sierra happened to be. The goddess liked that idea, chuckling to herself at the notion that she had become something… eldritch, something incomprehensible, at least to a mind as fractured as Kitty’s. She even went so far as to openly massage her belly, even if by that point it had become far too immense for her hands to really make any difference on it. If anything, she was merely making herself hungrier by reminding her brain of just how enormous and empty that stomach felt… so much so that the thought of starting the reset the way she usually did began to slip from her mind. Why should she start over so soon? Everyone from Earth was safe on her body somewhere, and the kitten she did all of that for was just as protected within her bellybutton. So why bother herself with universal resets when she still had a universe left to consume her way through? A universe filled with treats and meals that she could devour until her gut burst free from the confines of existence? It almost felt criminal not to enjoy herself to her fullest.
So she would.
