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Round - Part 2 (Patreon Commission for EonKitty)
🕑 Added 2021-06-09 13:47:32 +0000 UTCTAGS: Latias, Macro/Mega Macro/Universe Macro, Planetary/Universal Consumption, Growth/Expansion, Endless Hunger, Goddess/Ascension, Hyper Breasts, Multi
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It was only a matter of time before things took off to a point where Sierra could no longer control herself. In between growing big enough to obscure most of the solar system and quite literally snacking on the entirety of the Earth, all the Latias could really do going forward was just get bigger and await the inevitable reset, whenever it ended up happening; it wasn’t under her control, it being Emily who decided when it took place… and seeing as Emily had been gone for parts unknown for quite a while, it was up in the air whether or not such a thing would even come to pass. Perhaps, as Sierra considered with a worried look on her face, she had just eaten her homeworld with no recourse to get it back, and rather than the playful exercise in dominance she believed it to be, it was instead a permanent death sentence to everyone involved. Or, mayhaps, she was just getting stressed out over nothing again, because Emily had vanished for days before and always came back eventually, plus Kitty didn’t seem at all bothered by anything that happened, so clearly he must know that his mate was still around. At least, this is what the titanic Latias told herself as her muscles relaxed along with her self-control, and with a loud yawn, she took another planet into her maw from somewhere around her; it was a testament to how massive she was that she literally did not even notice which one had vanished, nor if it was rock-solid or gaseous, since, at her sizes, such differences mattered very little. It was a planet, it was there, and after a couple of bites, it wasn’t there anymore; her belly gained a few extra thousand miles, her hunger grew even deeper and more insatiable, and the cycle had finally begun in earnest. If her ravenous appetite had been kept under somewhat of a check beforehand and it still ended up with the consumption of planet Earth, now that Sierra had a taste of what it meant to experience divinity again, there was very little that anyone but Emily could do to stop her, and seeing as the cat was nowhere to be seen, there was no actual reason why the Latias couldn’t just treat the universe as her personal combo platter: everything from the hardest of planetoids to millions of oceans’ worth of nebulous gases, mixing together in an orgy of flavours that would make even the most enthusiastic of gourmands blush with the sheer diversity of it all. In fact, such was the breadth of experiences that Sierra felt somewhat bad for knowing that she wouldn’t properly enjoy them all; she knew herself too well, knew that once the hunger kicked in and shunted her self-restraint off to some remote corner of her mind, she wouldn’t be stopping or slowing down just to appreciate the finer taste of some cosmic formation, as much as she would just be devouring as much mass as possible in as little time as she could. She would become a machine, something designed to consume and do little else, a destructor goddess whose purpose was to renew the universe by way of getting rid of it first, through the careful application of large bites to the very fabric of reality; it was arousing in its own way, so much so that, if it weren’t for that gargantuan gut slung out in front of her, the Latias might’ve just done something far different with her hands other than shovel in more stellar mass down her gullet. Then again, being able to pick up the Sun and just push it into her mouth like it was a piece of hard candy was an experience she wasn’t expecting to go through any time soon, so having it happen at her leisure was certainly a massive plus… as was the size boost she received from devouring a star, leaving her so big that the solar system well and truly ceased existing after she smashed through whatever was in her way as she ascended to occupy interstellar space. From there, it didn’t take long before the mindless hunger took over completely, with Sierra completely forgetting about how Kitty was somewhere on her body, focusing entirely on eating everything she saw instead. And, seeing as the whole universe was there for the taking, there was a lot of stuff to go through if she wanted to eat it all, leaving the Latias licking her lips at the mere thought of it all; thankfully, with her body being as reactive to weight gain as it was, the hardest step of them all was clearing the way to the nearest star, since, when she reached that point, the level of consumption would’ve reached a level high enough to kickstart a truly exponential process that even she wouldn’t be in control of. So, she opened her mouth, breathing in as hard as she could in the hopes of scouring the interstellar medium for quite literally anything that she could find, be them solitary protons or just the mess of photons blitzing around thanks to all the stars twinkling around her. She wasn’t yet big enough to be able to devour the strands of dark matter holding the universe together, which made this first stage always the most boring one, but seeing as each mouthful of sparse matter brought her just a little bit closer to Proxima Centauri, the Latias used this as a sort of motivation, telling herself that all she had to do was keep eating, keep swallowing, and she’d eventually get to her destination. It was hard to tell just how long she spent in this repetitive exercise, given that time had a tendency of passing creatures as big as Sierra by, but she was certain she’d gone through at least a couple of periods of rest by the time she opened her eyes again and the star closest to her was the the shortest distance away from where the Earth used to be… and, in the process of reaching it, her body had become so unbelievably colossal that it was just a quick jaunt over to a dozen or so other stellar systems that, at her then-current size, were little more than treats, snacks for her to chomp on once and move on. And that’s exactly what she did, treating entire stellar masses as she would dollar store candy bars, with all the level of respect (or lack thereof) they deserved; rather than the wonderment of being able to consume a star and all the planets around it, Sierra instead just turned her head, closed her mouth over a bunch of mass, then chewed it up and swallowed it down, growing even bigger in the process. This repeated itself again and again, enough times that it took barely a couple of hours before the giantess could tell the top of the galactic plane from the bottom, owing to how she had half her body above it and the other half below; as soon as this became reality, as soon as the Latias turned herself into a literally galactic-scale feature that anyone could see if they just looked down at the Milky Way, there was no other recourse for this galaxy other than going down the proverbial drain. At a size like that, nothing could stop Sierra from opening her maw and sucking in everything around her, and nothing would be able to sate the bottomless pit that had developed inside of her stomach; she would consume every spiral arm, every nebula, every black hole (Sagittarius A* included), every star, every planet, every atom, and it still wouldn’t be enough. She would devour the very dark matter holding the galaxy together, until nothing remained of the Milky Way but a true quantum vacuum, and even that would just serve to feed her further, as the spontaneous pair formation was abused to hell and back by a Latias who really didn’t care too much about whether or not she was breaking the laws of physics; she was hungry, she wanted to feed, and thus if things existed, even if in a very tenuous, technical kind of way, then these things would throw themselves into her stomach if they knew what was good for them. One couldn’t even take solace in the fact that the universe was vast and potentially infinite, for Sierra’s hunger was such that she could eat it all and still demand seconds. There was no concern left for whether or not it was permanent, nor did the Latias even think about what Emily might think when she came back from wherever she was and suddenly realized the Earth was missing, assuming she wasn’t on it when the titanic Latias ate it of course; no, there was only hunger, and the need to try and satisfy it despite Sierra knowing full well that such a thing wasn’t at all possible. Of course, it was still a perfect excuse to do some incredibly irresponsible things, such as opening her mouth and turning it into a vacuum again, such as bloating so much that her belly alone could probably hold the entire mass of the universe in one enormously-compacted black hole, or such as outgrowing the distance between the Milky Way and Andromeda so quickly that the speed of light being the top limit for velocity ceased meaning anything. All of these things and many more were par for the course when it came to the Latias’ feeding frenzies, so much so that, after a short while, her exponential advance reached a point where she needn’t even physically eat anything anymore; her mere presence alone was such that it absorbed all of reality into it, the universe itself collapsing towards her at an ever-escalating rate as the Poké-gal’s body forced the occurrence of a Big Crunch, albeit one centered on an absolutely colossal gut rather than an infinitesimally small point of infinite density. Then again, the density of her stomach might as well be infinite for how much she felt like filling it, if that even made sense; as much as the Latias felt like seasoning her experience with some expert comparative description, she was no poet, nor was she in possession of most of her mental faculties, having been turned into naught but a near-mindless beast whose sole purpose was to consume everything around her. Kitty could perhaps try and capture the beauty of the moment, but seeing as he didn’t even know what part of Sierra he was on, this was easier said than done; as far as he knew, he was probably the sole surviving creature in the entire universe apart from the Latias he was hitching a ride on, and would be for as long as Emily allowed this to carry on… which raised the question of where his mate even was, because he didn’t remember her going away for any errands, nor ascending to the heavens any time in the close past. Could it be that she had simply stepped out for a while and was now somewhere inside of Sierra’s gut? If such was the case, how were they supposed to reset everything? Did the giant Latias even have that power, or had they accidentally ended the universe without even realizing it? All valid concerns, of course, none of which even remotely occurred to Sierra herself, who was far more worried about the fact that the amount of mass she was devouring had begun to taper out, signalling her approach to the very literal end of all reality; somehow, against all odds, she had successfully consumed everything that existed down to the smallest particle, with the few remaining wisps of matter flowing directly into her as she came to that conclusion. Even worse, rather than simply having a vast emptiness in which to exist, she was starting to feel a certain amount of pressure bearing down on her from every direction, almost as if she’d suddenly been transported into a very tight plastic bag. Never having grown that big, Sierra had no idea what it was like to be at the very edge of the universe, and seeing as she was so rudely awakened from her feeding frenzy just (relative) moments earlier, she hadn’t had the time required to truly process what was going on, sending her into a slight panic for a couple of minutes as she tried desperately to make sense out of what she was experiencing. Mercifully, it ended shortly after Sierra’s blood pressure began to rise, if only because the universe had taken such a beating at that point that it really couldn’t take anything else; all it took was the Latias pushing just a little bit too much for the entire surface of the “bag” enclosing her to pop like a soap bubble, suddenly releasing her into a much wider, much freer volume… after which she immediately smashed into something that smothered her completely.
Perhaps if Sierra were calmer, or if she even knew what happened after one became big enough, she might’ve correctly identified what that object was. But, terrified as she was at the time, and still reeling from the experience of nearly crushing to death inside a universe too small to contain her, the first thing she thought to do was scream, which only resulted in having her mouth be filled by something that she vaguely recalled the texture of, quickly followed by a deluge of sweet-tasting, creamy liquid: milk. Where exactly she was getting it from was anyone’s guess but hers, but the fact of the matter was that Sierra wasn’t about to say no to such a bountiful gift, even if it had literally come from nowhere; she drank greedily of whatever source she had found, right up until the point where the solid mass from which the milk was coming began to shrink away from her… or perhaps she was simply growing big enough to be able to perceive it properly. Thoroughly convinced of this, the Latias pulled her head back, having to spend a few minutes wiping the milk off her face as it kept on gushing towards her, and when she opened her eyes, she saw them: Emily. Sierra’s first instinct was that she’d slammed onto their nipple, and had been drinking directly from the tap, but after a couple of seconds passed and her mind truly processed what she was seeing, it became obvious just how off-base that assumption was; or rather, she did slam into the cat’s nipple, but it wasn’t the bud that the Latias had in her mouth. Rather, her entire body, a body that had utterly obliterated a universe after consuming its totality of mass, accounted for maybe a thousandth of a percent of one of Emily’s areolae, with the titanic goddess’ full form being such that it was a wonder the Latias could even see any part of it at all, let alone enough of it to make those sorts of calculations. How little did she know that was she was seeing and comparing herself to wasn’t even a nipple bud either; it was a singular pore.
Trying to put to words what she was thinking was something beyond Sierra’s capabilities, especially once her brain kicked into gear properly and she actually managed to comprehend what it was she was looking at. A universe devoured, goodness knows how much milk guzzled up, and yet her entire body was naught but the tiniest of specks when compared to the absolute monster of a tit that she’d smacked against; this was clearly Emily, as no one else would ever reach sizes so absurd, and yet this certainty didn’t do much to assuage the Latias’ sudden size jealousy, and in fact it was doubtful that anything really would. After such a long time figuring herself as being large, for Sierra to suddenly be shown just how miniscule she actually was… well, it hit a lot of buttons she didn’t like being pressed, and several others that left her blushing furiously at the thought of the size difference between herself and the colossal cat in front of her, differences which, as far as the “smaller” giantess cared, needed to be addressed before things got too out of hand. Thankfully, there was an easy way to do so, in that Emily didn’t seem aware that their friend had arrived on their plane of existence, or at least hadn’t really done anything about it at all, giving Sierra plenty of time to smush her face against the titanic wall of boob, open her mouth, and welcome the torrent of milk into herself again. She expected it to have some kind of effect, and indeed her body was actually getting fatter at a rate much faster than eating a literal universe had provided for her, but she might as well not be going anywhere with how little progress was made in getting close to Emily’s size; if nothing else, then at least this served to make it exceedingly obvious just how utterly outmatched the Latias was, or, alternatively, how quickly Emily herself was growing. After all, Sierra recalled having a few moments of completely freedom before smacking into a wall of boob, so could it be that she didn’t hit anything, but rather it was Emily who was still expanding at an exponentially faster rate? It was a terrifying thought, especially since it was actually quite easy to check, it only requiring the Latias to stop drinking and observe what happened; easier said than done, seeing as how the cream she was gulping down happened to be as addictive as it was delicious, but somehow, against all odds, that particular thirst for knowledge overpowered the more conventional one. Though Sierra knew that it would only leave her even more size-hungry, she forced herself to look anyway, knowing that in the end, it would help to motivate her to grow even bigger, if only so she could keep up with whatever Emily was doing. With equal parts awe and terror, the giantess observed as her suspicions were proven beyond the shadow of a doubt; though it was difficult to make out at first, given that the two gals were operating on entirely different scales, a little effort was all it took for the Latias to “tune in” and see the feline for what she was, without them fading into the very backdrop of existence… only to then immediately realize that her initial size forecast had been off by a couple of orders of magnitude to begin with. But as she kept watching, and the moments turned into seconds turned into minutes, it became clear that the pore she smacked against had outgrown her several times over, and what she was looking at was, effectively, the very edge of it, putting her own body at a size so infinitesimally small in comparison to Emily at her full glory that she might as well not even exist. This was compounded by the realization that the blackness Sierra was seeing around her wasn’t the result of her having broken free from the very confines of existence, as she had initially believed; rather, whatever light there might be out there in the interstitial medium of reality was being blocked by a single, absolutely titanic nipple that covered quite literally everything that the Latias could see, effectively being her everything for all intents and purposes. All the giant Poké-gal could think to do was float there, staring at that thing in slack-jawed awe, unable to truly comprehend just how vast it was… but still, there yet remained something within her that told her that she should be doing something else. A drive for more, a hunger for it in fact, the last remaining voice in the back of the Latias’ head that insisted on egging her on so she could fulfill her destiny; she hadn’t made it all the way there purely so she could be outmatched by Emily, she hadn’t consumed an entire universe just to end up underneath her bootheel, unable to measure up and perpetually stuck being diminutive by comparison. No, she got there to be big, and if that meant she’d have to drink so much milk as to nearly explode, then so be it; it was there, it was clearly hers to drink, so she was going to indulge in it as heavily as she possibly could, and damn the consequences!
Once more her face was smushed against soft breastflesh, and once again the milk flow resumed in earnest, bulging out Sierra’s cheeks as she took in far more than she had the capacity to actually swallow. Vast quantities of it spurted from between her lips as she struggled to hold it down, but for each drop that was wasted, another one was forced down the Latias’ throat, with her insisting on consuming as much of the sweet substance as possible. And with every mouthful came a size burst that left Sierra as much larger to her moments-old self as that version of herself had been to her body back on Earth, an exponential process that was sure to leave her big enough to be able to at least see Emily, rather than just (comparatively) small parts of them. It was still an arduous process, doubly so considering the feline was growing all the while, pushing the goal out further; it wasn’t enough for Sierra to just grow, she had to do so at such an absurdly accelerated rate that she could overtake the feline’s own expansion, while hoping that she’d be able to control it when the two of them were close enough in size to be able to talk things out like normal people. The transformation lasted for so long that, much like before, the Latias found herself dozing out and then waking up an indeterminate amount of time later, significantly larger, unbelievably hungry, and still hooked to the same lifeline of creamy milk, the endless wellspring of sweet nectar that would never run out, no matter how hard she tried to empty it. ‘Twas only after the first couple of resting periods that any noticeable change came about, and even then it was naught but a slight difference in how big the nipple bearing over Sierra looked, with it becoming ever so slightly smaller than it had before, quite fortuitously giving the Latias the motivation she needed to keep drinking even harder; he goal, at that point, wasn’t even to see Emily, but just to be able to wrap her own mouth around that leaking bid, knowing that if she grew big enough to do that, then interacting with the cat should be relatively easy… at least in theory. In practice, it appeared that Emily had different ideas altogether, because no matter how close Sierra got to being able to take the nip into her mouth, the gargantuan wall of boob didn’t seem to get any smaller at all, being still the same overwhelmingly massive, seemingly insurmountable barrier of soft, kneadable breastflesh it always had been. It was only after the gorging had carried on for what felt like days, when a single fraction of Sierra’s belly could probably hold millions of herself as she had been immediately after emerging from her old universe, that a shift in perspective took place, and it only served to cement the size difference even further in Sierra’s mind. As she opened her eyes after a quick nap, or perhaps a couple of years of slumber, the first thing the Latias saw was a nipple bud, right in front of her, taunting her to let go of the soft boob in her mouth and instead wrap her lips around it; even at her colossal size, Sierra still wasn’t big enough to take that thing in fully without a lot of work on her part, and even then she nearly unhinged her jaw to take what was effectively just half of a nipple into her mouth. After this was done, however, the Poké-gal’s eyes turned away from her goal and instead scanned the area immediately around her; for a spot of good news, she did see Emily. She also, unfortunately, became fully aware of how terrifyingly immense they were, and how outmatched she herself still was by someone whose scale defied all sense of logic and reason.
The overall shape for Emily was actually quite simple, at least to describe; it was in trying to come to grips with her size that things took a turn for the worse, because putting to words the sort of weight and heft that she had on display was something that Sierra lacked the ability to do. The closest she could get was a vague notion of comparative size, that being that each of the feline’s breasts, on their own, would probably be enough to completely smother their body underneath the sheer size of them, stuffed to the brim with milk and expanding rapidly in every direction just as much as Emily herself was… and the cat happened to have eight of those things. Rather than the traditional two, it seemed that the feline goddess had, for whatever reason, developed three extra sets of breasts, effectively transferring the near-totality of her body weight into her many busts, and leaving her utterly outmatched by four racks of a size so all-consuming that it was no wonder that Sierra took that much time just to be able to grasp its full size. Even worse, Emily didn’t seem all that worse for wear; the Latias would’ve expected such a disparity in proportions to be taxing, or at least the slightest bit uncomfortable, but from what little she could see, the gigantic cat was actually pretty fine; in fact, they had shifted positions so they could lie “on top” of the bed of breasts attached to their chest, their face bearing a contented expression of a serenity unlike any that Sierra had ever seen. Only then did the Poké-gal realize her friend didn’t even know that she was there; by comparison, her body was still pitifully small compared to hers, seeing as it just then managed to wrap its mouth around a single one of Emily’s eight nips… though, at the same time, this did mean she used to be a lot smaller than she was then, and if she had full access to one of those leaky buds, it could only mean she had unrestricted access to the milk flow as well. Perhaps a bit too much, actually, seeing as the Latias’ greed, compared to the raw thickness of the cream and how much power it was being fired into her, ensured that a limit would be reached eventually, and though Sierra didn’t really want it to happen, the first of what would be many hiccups erupted from her throat. Normally, this wouldn’t be too much of a problem; she had simply drank too much, too quickly, and her body reacted in the only way it could, by way of multiple tiny spasms presumably meant to stabilize her. Unfortunately for both of the women involved there, this wasn’t a normal situation, nor was Sierra in any position where she was willing to stop drinking to let the hiccups pass; if anything, the fact that they were there was proof positive that she was consuming the fattening substance as quickly as she could without it becoming legitimately dangerous, prompting her to suckle on that nipple bud just as hard as before. But just as she hiccuped, just as the Latias’ body went through the short convulsion, it became clear that, with nowhere else to go, and with Sierra’s jaw locked tightly around one of Emily’s teats, the only direction the milk could be propelled by the hiccup was… back inside. And while one might assume that the sheer difference in size between the two gals was such that a pitiful amount of cream like that wouldn’t even begin to make a dent in the cat’s full size, but the fact of the matter was, pushing any amount of milk back into her violated a very simple rule, one that the goddess’ body had been ruled by for quite a while at that point: milk was supposed to go out, not in, so the fact that the latter happened and not the former seriously confused the feline’s physical form for a couple of moments… a couple of moments where, trying to make sense of what happened, her breasts suddenly filled up with vast quantities of cream in a sort of stress reaction before stabilizing again, enough of it that not only did Sierra find her mouth being forcefully popped clear of the tap she’d been drinking from thanks to how impossibly enormous it became, but if one were to add up the totality of Emily’s many busts and put them all together before this sudden growth spurt, their full, collective volume would still not be enough to hold up to a single nipple after her body was done filling, leaving the cat feeling incredibly confused seeing as she wasn’t even aware Sierra was there… and since Sierra wasn’t about to let a random growth spurt get in the way of her and growing bigger, it wouldn’t take more than a moment for her to recompose after the colossal jump in size, and with the sort of skill that could only come from practice, the Latias once again stuffed her face against soft boob and invited more cream into her mouth. Now, obviously, this did nothing to stop the hiccuping itself (in fact, it arguably made it worse), meaning that it only took a few more seconds before the Poké-gal once again managed to hiccup her way into getting even more milk to push back into their friend’s body, once more triggering a growth spurt on a scale never before seen on any layer of existence.
And they were barely even started. Sierra certainly wasn’t ready to give up the race just yet.
Not until she was bigger.
