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🕑 Added 2021-06-04 14:26:42 +0000 UTCTAGS: Gods/Godlike, Ascension (yes, even more), Arcanine, Growth, Transformation, Hyper Hyper
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Sirit and Marna had a problem, in so far as two deities could really have problems at all. Though they were happy to tell anyone who asked that their decision to take a greater role in managing their realms had been the best one they had made to date, such a wondrous outcome hadn’t come without a cost, and in their case, said cost came fundamentally in the form of time; more accurately, the time they weren’t getting together, at least compared to the way things were beforehand. There used to be a time, back when the dragon and kitsune couple were happy to let their mortal planes sort themselves out, where their days were spent in rapturous pleasure, in a nigh-endless sexual congress that not only served to exacerbate their already-prodigious power and proportions, but spilled over into the many universes they were in charge of; in fact, it was this that led them to taking a more active role in taking care of mortal affairs, if only so they could fix all the issues that came with their arousal “infecting” the lower levels of existence to such a point that other gods were starting to take notice, and they couldn’t exactly claim to be paragons and rulers to other deities if they let their own passion get in the way of eternal bliss for their subjects. Unfortunately, even their time wasn’t unlimited, and the more they became involved in actually paying attention to what was happening down below, the more the two top gods came to realize they had to cut back on their regular habits; no more going at it like a pair of bunnies in heat at least a dozen times per hour, if not more, no more growing out of control as a matter of fact, and certainly no more allowing their fluids to go anywhere but into the hellish pits where they could be burned off into steam and then used to keep the demons perpetually sated after they condensed into milk and spunk rains. No, for the divine couple, there was naught but mundanity looming ahead, a far cry from their usual fare; nowadays, in between having to pay attention to the other gods in the pantheon, managing supplicants and worshippers, and even having to go so far as to answer a billion or petitions every other week or so, Sirit and Marna found themselves in a position where, far from a dozen climaxes repeated every hour, they could occasionally barely find the time to be together a dozen times for the whole day. Admittedly, this was a sex life that was significantly more active than any other, godlike standards included, but to the kitsune and dragon, it might as well be nothing, which made the prospect of carrying on like that for the rest of eternity… less than pleasing. It didn’t help that traits that were previously used exclusively for their ability to arouse the other party to an insane degree were now turning against them: it was one thing for Sirit’s beard and chest hair to be so hirsute and fast-growing that the couple’s attending spirits had trouble even keeping the forest of fur stable, let alone trim it down, but when he was stuck at a desk listening to the same prayer for what felt like the trillionth time, all of that luscious body hair was effectively going to waste… and clogging up some much needed space for extra papers. For Marna, while it might’ve been enticing for her to be able to produce milk at such an astounding rate that she could easily feed the collective totality of her realms for centuries with naught but a minute’s production, nowadays she found herself having to divert so much of her delicious cream into drains and effluvia portals that it felt downright criminal. But, above all, their bodies, their perfect, exaggerated and overbloated forms, once used to celebrate their divinity in the most intimate way possible, were quite literally being wasted on bureaucratic work, work that left the both of them tired, occasionally cranky, and increasingly unable to find the pleasure needed to kickstart one of their marathon sessions. Both of them were acutely aware of the fact that, if they did nothing to stop this, they would very soon end up not having sex at all, which was not something either of them had any intention of allowing to happen; as top gods of the pantheon and as icons of fertility and virility both, it fell to them to demonstrate the raw power of their sexuality at every waking moment, especially when signing off on documents that had nothing to do with it, for they knew that the moment they faltered in this endeavour, there’d be a million different pretenders wanting to take their spot. Not that they’d be successful, but having to deal with a civil war would cut into their increasingly smaller amounts of time off, not to mention leave them so exhausted as to be unwilling to have sex more than three or four times a day, a pitifully low amount for the type of divinities that they were. Though it took them a while before they reached the point where they had to start finding solutions, once they did, neither of them looked any further than… well, they didn’t exactly want to say it, nor even think about it, for doing so meant summoning them, and they couldn’t exactly do it somewhere that had anyone else around. No, they had to refer to them in abstract terms, using monikers and nicknames that didn’t speak to their true nature, while openly fawning over the possibilities that would be open to them when they gave themselves unto the forge and reshaped their forms into something better; it was an offer that had been made to them some time ago, back when they first spoke to them, but not one that either the dragon or kitsune believed they would ever have to take. In their hubris, they thought themselves perfect, above such things as needing “upgrades”, even when they were clearly far above them on the proverbial chain of divinity… at least in practice. It was still an open question how a being that was nominally not a god managed to reach that level of size and power, especially when they seemed to come out of nowhere and just inexplicably impose themselves onto the metaverse at large, but this was something neither Sirit nor Marna wanted to think about; rather, they set about working extra hard for a couple of days, even forgoing their usual dozen or so liaisons, in order to clear out enough paperwork that they could afford to take a break from their management. Not too long that it would cause a backlog, but just long enough that they could put some distance between themselves and the rest of existence in general, for what they intended to do simply could not be done anywhere where it risked spilling into… anything, really. For what they intended to do was so magnificent, so beyond the scale at which things usually operated, that to even so much as think about it was to invite disaster upon their home, as their power began to fill the two gods even before the two of them got to speak with them. Preparations had to be made, and the proper rituals obeyed, though mostly for everyone else’s sake: in their case in particular, the kitsune and dragon couple transported themselves to somewhere far enough away from the nearest instance of reality, out in the vastness of not-being, that they could be certain they wouldn’t accidentally bump into a universe and snuff it out. It was a curious place to be in, given that there was quite literally nothing there, making it difficult for the two of them to keep their bearings even while relying on their divine senses; at the same time, it was precisely when they reached this point of utmost confusion that they knew they were in the right spot, and after making sure they had everything prepared and every eventuality planned for, they called forth… the Great One. ‘Twas an interesting name, and not one the Great One herself was particularly fond of (she much preferred Lily), but after spending aeons trying and failing to get others to stop calling her that, the Arcanine had more or less given up trying; if even the top gods of the pantheon insisted on paying deference to her, there wasn’t a lot that she could do. Most of the time, she was content in just existing out in the fringes of existence, taking care not to bump into anything lest she accidentally subsume a couple million multiversal clusters into a fraction of a section of a single paw, or have one of the droplets of milk eternally falling from her woopsie its way into flooding the totally of supra-existence. It wasn’t all that lonely though, given that the Arcanine had access to effectively the sum total of all entertainment that ever was or could be, along with a couple of sneak peeks at alternate timelines where her alter-selves lived in similar, yet distinct conditions, keeping her well and truly busy and without even the smallest instant of boredom. At the same time, she always made sure to keep her eye out for whenever anyone wanted to take her up on her offer, one that she made sure to extend not just to the pantheon of gods that ruled over the metaverse, but to… pretty much everyone she managed to get in contact with, which was admittedly a relatively small number compared to the amount of extant souls still flickering in the vast expanse that resided atop her snout. Really, sometimes she’d blink and the whole thing would be a completely different shape, with entirely different gods, and so many histories spent in that short amount of time where her eyes were closed that Lily could barely recognize it for what it was, a state of existence that, while difficult to get used to at first, she had eventually learned to love for the unique experiences it provided. After all, just as time could go by in a flash, so too could she focus and observe every second, every individual moment in the span of a handful of seconds, or perhaps stand back and watch as a single universe went from birth to end, or anything between and without; whenever she was actually summoned, pulled from her ethereal state into a more physical form, she made sure to present herself in the most convenient manner possible, as the Arcanine was keenly aware that her true shape ran a significant risk of making other people go loopy from overexposure, even top gods such as the tiny little durg and the many-tailed fox beside him. Lily recognized them as the current heads of the metaversal pantheon, the same ones who’d been having some trouble with their love life, and almost instantly picked up on what they wanted her to do; that said, she figured it was best to let them say it themselves, and as such gave them all the time they needed to process her figure before speaking up.
Easier said than done, given the sort of body that the Arcanine had. At its simplest, it was divided into two sections, with a tauric torso making up the vast majority of its mass, and an upper torso linked to it via a waspish, almost ludicrously tiny waist; the latter bloomed from this frankly miniscule connective point into an absolute behemoth of size and volume, with the Arcanine’s bust being of such a gigantic, incomprehensible scale that to even consider the reach of a single nipple would most likely collapse one’s brain into a black hole from sheer information overload… and somehow, they were the least impressive parts of her; in fact, even her sheaths, plump enough to give her tits a run for their money, paled in comparison to what her taur torso had to offer, especially the four pawns holding up her titanic self. Really, if the rest of her body was gathered up and put together on one scale, and a single one of those stompers was placed on the other, the latter would still so heavily outweigh the former that this hypothetical scale would instantly be shattered into pieces, if not worse! To have four of them, just there for anyone to see, was something so ridiculously overwhelming that for once, Sirit and Marna were happy to remain ignorant of something, even if that something was their only hope going forward. Besides, they themselves represented but a little tiny mote of not-dust on the very tip top of the edge of the Arcanine’s muzzle, so small as to be effectively non-existent, and the only reason why they were even seen at all was because their energy signature was powerful enough for Lily to pick up on. Faced with such a creature, it was easy for the divine couple to forget that the Great One was not a god themselves, and in fact had never made any claims towards it; as far as they could remember, they just woke up one day, massive beyond the concept of massive, and decided to just live the rest of their lives like that without worrying themselves about the consequences. That it broke every known law of reality didn’t bother them, nor did it give them cause to think about anything at all; when one was so big that the entirety of existence barely registered as a fraction of a percentage point on the tip of their snoot, such trivialities stopped mattering altogether.
“On to the business at hand though,” Lily spoke to her guests, making sure to keep her telepathic voice as quiet as possible, “you’re here for some help, I take it?”
Despite it being toned down enough that it didn’t instantly burst their skulls open, the raw power contained in those words was enough to bring both gods to their knees, suffering from spontaneous and near-instant climax; already they could feel themselves growing as a result of it, presumably as a result of standing atop someone who continuously expanded in every direction at a speed so high that it might as well not be counted… or maybe the Great One’s presence was just such that it caused in them a visceral, unstoppable reaction that would set about transforming them without them even realizing it was happening. As for Lily, all she could do was sigh; this sort of thing always happened, and it was always a bore. As such, she gave her guests some more time to recompose themselves so they could take the lead, even though she’d heard the same words so many times before that she could probably mouth them as they went along.
“O-Oh Great One,” Sirit began, “we beseech you, deliver us from our plight!”
Of course, that was always a popular choice.
“Grant us some of your power!” Marna continued, in accordance to the script, “That we may find peace amidst our duties!”
Always so dramatic. It was all that Lily could do to just not laugh, even though she really wanted to giggle at the sheer melodrama that always came accompanied with those requests. It wasn’t enough for them to just walk up to her and politely ask that she hand out the gift that she said she would, no, they had to make this huge deal out of it, like she was some sort of destructor deity who would ravage their minds if they didn’t prepare adequately, as opposed to just a really big fire pupper. Still, it was at least evidence that they were trying, and thus they deserved a little something special, especially considering that these weren’t just any old little ones, but the very rulers of the divine pantheon come to beseech her for the Great Change! Yet another name that the Arcanine wasn’t really fond of, yet another name that she nonetheless had learned to live with because those residing within her metaverse decided to call it that and wouldn’t shut up about it; at the very least, it was actually indicative of what the process actually was, even if in a rather generic, nondescript way, in that it was a change, and it was certainly great in scale. In essence, it is what Lily offered to any who would take her up on her word, the ability to not just reach her own level of power, but to do so while being transformed into facsimiles of herself; from whatever shape they used to have into big ol’ Arcanines, massive enough to overshadow the entirety of supra-existence, and all it took was the willpower to say “yes” when asked, and the presence of mind not to cum their brains out at the mere thought of it… neither of which those two on Lily’s snoot seemed to have in any appreciable measure. Still, they did come all the way out to meet her, and did go through the trouble of asking her the question when they could’ve easily just stayed there writhing around in pleasure (as they were by that point), so the Arcanine took it from there; the change itself could very easily come from her just snapping her fingers and making it happen, such was Lily’s terrific power, but she had the feeling that what the divine couple wanted was something a bit more… intimate, some more pleasurable to have them go back to the sort of life they were used to before. It would be a full circle, poetic in a way, and it was precisely the sort of mushy, yet terrifically lewd narrative that made Lily’s heart both melt and race with excitement, leaving her slightly blushy at the prospect of finally having some people of her own scale to play around with. Nonetheless, it was important to ask them if they were ok with the prospect of undergoing the Great Change, something which took a fair bit longer than expected seeing as neither the kitsune nor the dragon were really in any fit state to think words up, let alone utter them, but after some tactical nodding and a lot of prodding on Lily’s part, authorization was given, and the Change could begin in earnest. Truth be told, even the Arcanine had trouble trying to comprehend how exactly her powers worked, considering the sheer disparity in size should make what she was about to do patently impossible; the insertion was too large, too overwhelming, and if not for the fact that she was so much more powerful than literally anything anywhere, it might genuinely be metaphysically unable to take place. It would break some fundamental laws of nature that even she was subjected to… or at least, used to be before she brushed them off and figured it’d be best if she didn’t have to bother with such trivialities herself. ‘Twas a complicated state of being, the one that she had for herself, and not one that the Arcanine was particularly happy to have to experience on her own, hence her eagerness to get someone else to share in her own glory; after all, part of the Change was recognizing that it would be impossible to return to whatever universe the changed one had come from, as they would be far too big to even begin to think to fit, at least not without extensive used of compressed avatars. Of course, by that point, they wouldn’t really care, plus they’d be productive enough as to not need to go anywhere near the realms they managed; if all went according to plan, no more bureaucracy would be needed, as the divine couple would be able to just gently brush up against the metaverse they ruled over and it would instantly be blessed with the sort of endless bounty that could create mythologies all on its own, and even then that would only represent a small fraction of the soon-to-be-Arcanines’ true potential. This last one was to become so great, in fact, that it was very likely it would turn into a problem of its own, given the lack of adequate means to vent it… though, with three colossal fire puppers there to enjoy one another, that might not be a problem anymore. It would certainly allow Lily to have someone to vent all of her cum into, especially if the transformation turned out to be especially successful; one of her biggest issues was always needing more and more space in which to keep her excess productivity, which was surprisingly enough becoming somewhat of an issue even in the literally infinite expanses of not-being that she resided in. It was one thing for them to remain empty, quite another for an Arcanine of her stature to suddenly stuff them full of spunk to the point where all the blackness was starting to turn white… but not that time. Oh no, that time she had two very eager cocksleeves to use, two happy little lovers who were more than content with simply being there and letting her place them around her twin rods (well, twin for the moment, Lily never really knew how many of them there were at any given time if only she stopped looking for five seconds); one moment they were prostrating themselves atop her snoot, the next they were naught but tiny dots, miniscule little inklings that might have been gods adorning a vast, nigh-endless expanse of stretched skin that had been neatly and tightly wrapped around two of the Arcanine’s indeterminately many shafts. It was so quick that no one involved quite knew how it worked, merely that Lily had willed it to happen, and thus it did, no questions asked; perhaps the very concept of reality was so terrified of what might happen if the colossal fire pupper went for even a second without her very whims catered to that it went out of its way to ensure that was given everything she could possibly need, or maybe it was just magic, who really knew? Certainly not the two “top” gods who were going to be on the receiving end of a lesson in superiority, and certainly not Lily herself; the Arcanine was far too busy trying to hold herself back from instantly exploding now that she had two people to fuck, two holes to fill, two Arcanines like herself to fashion out of smaller, frankly inferior forms. The process, this “Great Change”, brought out a very specific part of herself that very rarely got to see the (proverbial) light of day, the more dominant side that wanted to impose itself upon everything; thankfully, it was duly tempered by the vast ocean of empathy that kept screaming at her that she was overstepping her bounds and needed to get back before this more ravenous side of herself took over permanently. This entire thing was, ultimately, an exercise in cooperation, a transformative process whose goal was not to usurp anyone’s position, not to affirm herself as some kind of undisputed ruler, but simply to give to someone else the sort of enjoyment that she herself experienced on a constant basis. It was criminal to be the only one like herself, downright blasphemous that the only creature in that timeline that shared her size and power was… well, herself, the Great One, Lily, and not literally everyone else as well. Granted, there might be space issues if she went so far as to transform everyone the way she intended to with the dragon and kitsune wrapped around her cocks, but she was certain that it would all ultimately work out.
As for her two eager volunteers, however, they would soon be given a master class in what it meant to be truly excessive. For two divinities most associated with sex, with self-indulgence, with fertility and virility in quantities so ludicrous that most mortals wouldn’t even be able to begin fathoming them, suddenly being filled the way that they were stretched even their ability to comprehend what was happening. They were gods, and thus they should be able to withstand any trial without so much as flinching, and yet simultaneously they found themselves, their bodies, as being little more than a basically non-existent accoutrement on a living condom made out of what they could only assume was a lot of magicked-up skin and muscle; to say that this strained their comprehension of reality would be an understatement, doubly so when Lily actually began to pump her hips forward and the first few droplets of cum began to pour into their forms. Even the smallest of non-loads, just the tiniest amount of the Arcanine’s seed, would be enough to utterly destroy entire multiversal clusters, and even for Sirit and Marna they were too much for them to handle; though in proportion to the Great One, the cum bulge at the very end of their shafts was relatively small, it had already outsized the divine couple by several orders of magnitude, a state that would not be upheld for long, as the whole point of being filled in the first place was to use the extra mass for the Great Change, for their new bodies! And as it turned out, be it because they were gods to begin with or thanks to Lily being so excited over the prospect of having someone to play with, the change that took place almost immediately after the first proper blast of cum was… something else. The load itself already left the two deities so bloated that anyone looking in from the distance wouldn’t be able to tell the shape of the Arcanine’s shafts inside of the colossal cumguts they had just created, quite a feat considering how girthy those things were; and yet, this was something that only last for but a few moments, for almost immediately after the cum blimps were formed, they shrunk back down, all the virile seed absorbed back into the dragon and kitsune’s forms in order to kickstart their new life as near-perfect replicas of Lily. Near-perfect, for their need for more, more and always more manifested itself in them developing quite a few more pairs of breasts than the original Arca-goddess’ single one, each of the two gods having their chest blossom with so many rows of titanic milk factories that their transformation into taurus did very little but provide even more space for even more racks to develop, and even then the amount of space available was absurdly low. This issue with cramping became further compounded by the fact that the breasts alone were only half of the full apparatus, what with the dicks and pairs of balls still needing to grow in; thankfully, a couple more loads on Lily’s part ensured that a veritable forest of rods came in perfectly, at just the right angle, for both Sirit and Marna to effectively be stuck titfucking themselves whether or not they liked it, even if they stood perfectly still. The milk production churning away in their many breasts ensured that the dozen or so (if not more) shafts they sported would be on the receiving end of an endless, unceasing full-length massage, which would itself kickstart a whole different cycle that would inevitably end with the two of them becoming literally unable to stop themselves from just rolling their hips into their many cleavages; it was as if their conscious decision-making had been removed from the equation entirely, and their bodies had decided for them what things would be like going forward, a state of affairs that none of the three present there were in any mood to debate or fight against. Lily especially was quite pleased with the way things turned out, if for no other reason than she adored seeing others enjoying themselves… and judging from the noises coming up from those two, they were certainly enjoying themselves quite a lot! But that wasn’t enough, not for her, not for them, as the Great Change wouldn’t be truly finished until there were three physics-defying Arcanines all living together in that great expanse, so perfect and total in their perfection that the question of managing their realms wouldn’t even need to be on the table anymore. Why bother with bureaucracy and proper protocol when they could just bless the entirety of existence with their creamy mannah? Why sit down at a table when they could wrap the whole of the metaverse around one of their many cocktips and just blast away, giving every civilization within all the resources they could ever possibly need? Better to just let things happen, to allow their bodies to flood and run over, to feel as their fur changed into a coarser, redder version of itself, to have their forms bloat and swell and grow in every direction, stretched and moulded into a further-augmented tauric form; better to throw caution to the wind and accept this gift that they were given, so that they may once again feel pleasure like they had before, so they could go back to the times where they could be together at every hour of every day, forever and always more… except now, with a third, equally lust-happy partner to throw themselves into the ring, helping to spice things up and make sure they would never be dull again. There, set against the blackness of non-existence, was, ironically enough, their everything; to the couple, each moment they spent being filled and reshaped into an even more perfect form was a moment in which they realized just how much they had been missing out, and just how foolish they had been to believe they didn’t “need” the Great One’s blessing. And as for Lily, she was just happy to have two folks to share her perfection with; it was the best win-win scenario for everyone involved.
And it wouldn’t end until everyone was involved.
