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🕑 Added 2021-06-01 16:00:59 +0000 UTCTAGS: Hyper/Extreme Hyper, Macro/Mega Macro, Ascension/Goddess, PAWBS!
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It used to be so much simpler when she was smaller that part of her came to believe that such a point in time had never existed to begin with, and it was just her brain trying to come up with some rational explanation for why everything around her wasn’t already built to specification. Then again, at the same time, if she had always been like that, then surely the world would be better equipped to deal with someone like her, rather than being both woefully undersized in general, and having most of the people who lived on it be, quite frankly, so tiny as to be utterly inconsequential… plus, she wouldn’t have stories told of her early years, now would she?. Even her parents, monstrously huge as they were, paled in comparison to what their daughter had become; they occasionally regaled her with stories of things were like before she was born, back when their bodies were revered as the uttermost symbol of perfection and their mere presence was enough to bring anyone to their feet. A genetic happenstance, really, and yet one that had left the both of them capable of crushing any and all opposition in a quite literal sense if they so desired… not that they would, obviously, but still, it was important to know one’s limits when one cleared past the hundred feet mark in height and had proportions so exaggerated that one’s throne had to be built outdoors in order to avoid having to transform a mountain into a palace. Back then, they were revered as gods-made-flesh, as avatars of some cosmic, divine will made manifest in the mortal realms, and for decades they ruled with benevolent generosity, bring about peace and prosperity wherever their authority reached. Until, one day, they decided to have a child together, hoping both to secure their lineage and to take a new step in their relationship; they both felt it was important to expand their family and come to terms with the idea that, some day, they wouldn’t be there, and thus it was important to make sure that whoever succeeded them knew the importance of being a kind, just, benign ruler, and how utterly crucial it was not to abuse their powers for their own gain. Admittedly, no one could have ever predicted that things would get out of hand so quickly, but maybe the giantess’ parents should’ve assumed something was wrong when she was born and not three days later had already outgrown her immense crib, having reached her parent’s height before the first year was out; though things somewhat slowed down after that, they didn’t really stop, and by the time puberty came and made things speed up yet again, it was clear to anyone watching just who the real goddess was in the royal family. Not that the princess would ever go so far as to claim power for herself, heavens no, but it was impossible for anyone to genuinely make the claim that her parents were even remotely in control of the situation when they barely even reached up to their own daughter’s ankles after a while, and the size discrepancy only got worse as time went on; once she came of age, it was less a case of having to learn how to make the best out of her size and far more her having to deliberately avoid doing anything that might get in the way of… well, anything. Having a body so massive that the top of her head was noticeably colder than her paws down below, owing to being a few atmospheric layers above the latter, made it somewhat difficult to avoid doing some kind of damage while walking around, and this would hold true even if her proportions weren’t so massively out of whack compared to even her immense size. The princess’ parents were massive, sure, but at least their overall shape was still vaguely recognizable as being in line with what people expected from their species; in sharp contrast, their daughter had been blessed by seemingly every kind of size-related fairy godmother, because her physical frame was… something akin to fantastical in its scope, like it was part of the scenery rather than a living breathing create. Curiously, the princess herself liked to exploit this, mostly by staying as still as possible until her presence was burned into the eyes of all those who gazed upon her, then start moving in such a way as to make it difficult to guess whether or not it was happening, or the whole world was just having a collective hallucinatory episode.
Then again, it was hard to blame them for having such a reaction, seeing as the curves they were exposed to on a daily basis made it difficult to focus on such meaningless things as observable reality or their own needs; it wasn’t at all the princess’ fault, and she did try her best to get people back on track to the things that actually mattered, but when most people in the realm were capable of looking up and seeing an Arcanine so tall that they seemed to reach lower orbit, with a pair of hands and pawbs of such colossal size that their mere movement was enough to cause gale-force winds and small quakes, respectively, it was extremely difficult not to immediately have their minds subverted by the intense, irresistible need to worship. Her more sexual attributes didn’t help either, what with her breasts covering most of the front of her body all the way down to, and slightly below, her knees, protruding so much from either side of her that there was probably more backboob on display than torso… quite the feat, considering the raw muscle that she was also adorned by, enough that most of the times her head wasn’t even visible in between the pectorals and neckbulk surrounding it; all of it capped off by a rump that seemed to stand in complete contrast to the hyper-defined calves that felt like they could create supersonic shockwaves if they were just clenched, an ability that very few people knew the Arca-goddess did actually possess, and went to great lengths to avoid accidentally activating. She was a creature of extremes, on one hand being composed of fat, pudge and soft flesh bulging outwards in every direction, and on the other having her body be riddled with rippling muscle mass, glistening with endless pouring sweat and just waiting for an opportunity to bulk outwards even more at the slightest provocation; all that was really needed was for the princess to slightly clench any part of her body, and it would immediately begin to multiply its muscle mass, for the sheer strain of having to keep all that bulk tight and taut was enough to give it a workout that could not, and never would be, be compared to anything anyone else had ever achieved. She was at once power and peace, the ultimate symbol of both complete dominion over the physical realm, and yet ultimately a connection to the spiritual one, for no matter how big she got, no matter how hard she flexed her muscles to make them double, triple, quintuple in density, no matter how much milk her breasts produced, stored and then inevitably leaked onto the world, no matter what she did that inevitably created large landscaping projects entirely by accident, the princess Arcanine would never lift a single finger to harm a living soul, no matter how inconsequential or ignominious they might be. For her, there would be no “evil” in her world, for even the most wretched could be redeemed, and brought back into the light of her presence and the warmth of her embrace, if only they would be willing to make amends for whatever they did; and in return, she would continue to provide the endless bounty that spewed forth from both her lifegiving teats, mannah in the form of milk, running down her front and creating two immense rivers wherever it landed, nutritious to the point where a single drop was enough to keep whoever drank it fully fed for an entire day. Granted, the same could probably be said for the copious amounts of femcum that occasionally erupted from between her legs when the pleasure became too high for even her to withstand, but seeing as the Arca-Goddess didn’t intend to flood the entire planet in a several-miles-deep ocean of her own juices, she made sure to aim her climax away from the world she was on and into deep space, where at least the copious amounts of fluid wouldn’t hurt anyone. And this… this was her normal.
Sometimes her parents would tell her of the times from before, but to the princess, these hardly mattered; right now, in the present, she was so massive that the entire capital could fit snugly on top of her bosom, and with a substantial amount of the planet underneath it to make sure the foundations could be laid properly: a large circle of dirt, stone and bedrock upon which lay enough buildings to house most of the realm, all lavishly carved, all ridiculously oversized, for mere proximity to the giantess was enough to trigger growth in even the smallest of her future subjects. Even her parents weren’t immune to the “improving” aura, though they’d learned a long time prior that, no matter how much their own daughter made them grow infinitely larger, they would never even reach a fraction of her true power… and therein lied the one issue with her: the growth itself. The Arca-goddess was big, sure, and she had been for all of her life, but even though the rate of growth itself had always been absolutely absurd, it used to be that it could be understood, measured, and above all, predicted; it became a science in and of itself, being able to tell when the next growth spurt would take place so that everyone in the way could evacuate to safety, with entire institutes being constructed from the ground up purely for the sake of calculating when the next big jump in size would take and, most importantly, how big it would be. And while the accuracy of these predictions was reasonably high for long enough to convince everyone that it would remain that way, in the previous couple of years it had been to… falter. Sometimes the growth spurts would take place earlier than predicted (never later) or would leave the giantess much larger than initially calculated (never smaller), with the discrepancies only getting increasingly severe with time; eventually, and after much pressure from both the Crown itself and the myriad of investors who justifiably saw the constant and unpredictable spurts in size as a danger to the planet itself, the leading scholars were forced to admit that the princess’ growth had superseded even their wildest expectations, and was not only much more active than it should be, but was also accelerating towards ever-higher rates. What this meant in practice was quite simple: this giantess that they were all living on or directly under, the royal daughter, the princess who would one day rule the world… was outgrowing the very world she was to govern, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop that. At the rate things were going, the closest approximation that anyone could get to placed the next “big one” in between three months to a year into the future, to say nothing of all the smaller spurts that would inevitably start shifting the center of gravity away from the planet itself and towards the Arcanine titaness striding along its surface; and that was assuming the predictions on the prediction itself were correct, and the princess’ body didn’t pull a fast one by suddenly and inexplicably growing tenfold in size overnight… which, to be fair to her, it just might, and no one would be the wiser.
Thus, a plan was hatched, if it could even be called as such. Everyone knew that the princess would eventually outgrow her own world, with the only variable being when that took place, and even before the realization that it was coming sooner rather than later dropped, there had already been multiple plans drawn up in order to help deal with such a situation. Dozens upon dozens of contingencies ranging from the utterly ludicrous to the downright fantastical, occasionally glancing by the feasible or realistic, all designed with one thing in common: the Arca-goddess herself. It’d be impossible for planetary scale evacuation plans to be drawn up in any way that didn’t involve her to some degree, especially given how the growth wouldn’t just stop the moment the giantess became larger than her homeworld, so it was either abandon her completely or make good use of an infinitely-expanding body… and letting go of someone as divine and perfect as the princess just wasn’t an option anyone was even remotely ready to even consider, let alone take seriously. Luckily, the alternatives at least had some grounding in reality, in that there was plenty of room on the titaness for the planetary population to live on; if not for the ample curves she had on display, then the literal miles upon miles of thick locks sprawled behind her thanks to her hyperactive mane; honestly, it was nothing short of miraculous that the locks of hair she carried behind her didn’t get tangled in something, considering that the few guilds who had dedicated themselves to cutting them had long-since given up trying to keep that ocean of hair under control and let it overrun what, at that point, felt like several countries’ worth of space all tightly compressed in a forest so dense that it might as well be a solid block the size of their kingdom and beyond. Ultimately though, it all ended up in the same conclusion: the Arca-goddess was the perfect vessel for the future of her subjects, and quite literally at that, as all that was needed was to transfer everyone alive onto her body somehow, and then the rest would just… sort itself out. Her milk would provide nourishment, her breath would keep the weather stabilized (given her body would eventually grow dense enough to keep an atmosphere around itself), and her form would serve as housing for whatever billions of sentient souls wanted to hop aboard. Really, the only differences in the plans were whether or not her subjects should invest in bringing along trees and livestock in order to have a backup plan in case something went wrong, but as time went on and the transformative effects of just being near the giantess became even more powerful, as the world itself started to quake with each breath she took, such speech became tantamount to heresy; how dare anyone suggest that the goddess wouldn’t be able to take care of them to the end of time? She was their paradise, their heaven, and it was their job to accept and plan around that fact!
Granted, this was easier said than done, considering moving several billion souls from across the planet onto a single biological platform was slightly harder than what everyone initially though… though not necessarily for the reasons one might expect. Convincing people to leave their ancestral homes to migrate towards the princess was, unsurprisingly, the easiest part; after all, who didn’t relish the opportunity to live quite literally on the Arca-goddess when given the slightest opening to do so? Entire countries were left empty as laborers left their tools where they stood, bureaucrats abandoned their endless countless counting and rulers forsook their thrones, all of them joining into one massive, planetary-scale pilgrimage that left nothing but emptiness behind it: trees were cut down to provide for building materials and saplings, whole herds were brought along to relocate as much of the world’s biology as possible, not because it was necessary, but because everything, from the lowliest plant to the greatest of monarchs, deserved to exist in a state of utmost perfection on their newest home. Continents were left depopulated and in the dark, with the number of people congregating around the Arcanine reaching such a critical mass that the real problem reared its ugly head: no one could actually climb onto the princess, for doing so made them lose their minds. It was easy for those who lived on the capital city to ignore this fact, being that they existed within the divine glow of the princess’ being at every single moment of their day, but did so safely within the confines of their architectural constructs, not on the giantess’ body; in fact, touching her was seen as something that no one had yet earned the right to do, which brought about a myriad of difficult questions regarding the evacuation that no one really thought to answer. It was only after they tried to climb aboard their newest ship that the issue was really made clear, and at a point where the entire world’s population couldn’t really afford to have any unscheduled delays; the princess’ body was still growing, and at an increasingly faster rate with each passing day, to the point where even the most pessimistic projections had to be constantly redrawn in order to take this into account. Months turned into month, singular, then three weeks or less, and before long everyone was just expecting her to go completely wild at any given moment; her disposition also helped to stoke the fears, as rather than the regal and yet gentle giantess that she usually presented herself as, it was clear to all that the Arca-goddess was experiencing extreme amounts of pleasure that she couldn’t even begin to process properly, leaving her in a state of near-perpetual edging that threatened to flood the entire world if literally anything happened to tip the balance. Temperatures across the globe began to climb as her hyperventilation ensured her hot breath consumed all wind currents, lands were flooded when the milk production within her breasts skyrocketed, and even her femcum began to create issues as the goddess forgot to aim herself away from the planet she was supposed to be saving; all of this combined to leave all those present in a state of constant worry, as despite their best efforts… they still couldn’t climb on her. Proximity to the giantess alone was enough to cause growth spurts in whoever dared to get the closest, with the occasional air-rending moan reverberating throughout the very fabric of reality and leaving everyone who heard it several times bigger and moaning themselves; it was as if existence itself was buckling underneath the weight of maintaining something like the princess, whose being was so out of whack with the rest of reality that everything else was forced to adapt in order to deal with it. It was hard to say if this was something new, or if the Arca-goddess had always possessed these abilities and simply chose not to reveal them for fear of what it might do to the world around her… and given the sort of destruction wrought each time she even dared to move a single inch, be it in earth-shattering quakes, deific-sized floods and waves of growth in all those that heard her, this was probably a good choice on her end, at least until she lost control entirely.
Now that she had though… what would happen next? A few brave individuals tried to test the hypothesis that all they had to do was grow big enough by second-hand exposure in order to beat the interminable amounts of crippling carnal bliss that left them unable to even think the moment they got anywhere physically close to the Arca-goddess, but after a few reached and surpassed the mile mark and were still unable to do anything other than writhe around with their hands between their legs the moment they thought about reaching out to touch the princess, it was obvious that any solution that could exist would have to come from the titaness herself. But with her being stuck in a rut, and almost literally so, the odds of the princess awakening from her lust-induced stupor for long enough to notice that something was dreadfully wrong about the evacuation procedure was… low. So low, in fact, that failure became a distinct option, and a much more likely one with every hour that passed and the billions of souls that waited to get on her body remained firmly on solid ground, away from their promised paradise. It was a testament to the goddess’ influence that even this wasn’t enough to cause strife; one might find it likely that being stuck in such a situation would lead to tempers running high, to outright conflict and violence as those who waited for the chance to escape their doomed homeworld fought with one another over the privilege of who got to reach their personal Heaven. But instead, the opposite was true: where there would normally be anger and hostile, there reigned calm and peace, where fists would regularly fly, there was only silent prayer and adoration, as countless lives knelt in unison in one final, last-ditch attempt at getting their goddess to listen to their plight, to understand how important it was to come back to reality and lead the way forward. After all, if not her, then who would do it? Even her parents had fallen prey to the same transformative growth bursts that were triggered whenever they tried to make physical contact with the Arcanine giantess’ body, and if her own flesh and blood were unable to do it, then what hope did anyone else have? The only solution was to somehow get the titaness to wake up, to realize what was happening to her and put everything back on track, just the way it used to be, and the only way to do that was to remind her of her own divinity in the singular way that anyone knew how: by praying to her. It was such a simple solution, and one that carried with it a significant chance of failure; with the Arca-goddess in the state that she was, could anyone really ensure that their little, inconsequential voices would be heard above the cacophony of pleasure that was sure to be roiling inside of the giantess’ head at that point? Could they really be sure that, even if they got billions of souls to burn brightly in unison, they would be seen through the princess’ glazed-over, half-lidded eyes? The simple truth was that they couldn’t, but they had to try anyway, for the only other alternative was to lay down their arms at their sides and embrace oblivion, an idea that no one wanted to even consider; it was too much for them to think about, that everything that took place up until then had only set up their ultimate destruction. It would be too much of a horrible joke on the cosmos’ part, to gift them with such a perfect giantess to guide their way forward, then forbid them from experiencing her ascension, keep them from living through the rest of eternity while in full communion with their goddess. It was unthinkable, in a way, because, put simply, it challenged too much of the established dogma to ever be true, lest their entire existence turn out to be a lie… and the Arca-goddess was there, so clearly she would never be so cruel as to have led them on for so long.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, though they had the princess’ motivations down pat, there wasn’t a lot that anyone could really do for her, considering that the state she was in was already the most she could contain herself. Oh, if only the little ones truly understood what it was like to live in her body, to know that the big growth spurt to end all growth spurts was not only coming, but had already arrived, and the only reason why the planet was still there was because the Arca-goddess herself was working to keep it from breaking out into reality, believing that the little ones down below would come up with some solution to get onto her before it was too late. How desperate she was, when seeing the little progress being made, when confirming that, despite her best intentions, her presence alone was enough to keep anyone from truly climbing onto her, even if it meant their salvation; how horrifying it was that she could hear all their voices as clearly as if they were speaking directly into her ear, and yet could do nothing about it… nothing but wiggle her toes, at least. That was about the only part of her body that she could still control in any sense, sprawled out across the planet and flat on her back as she was, the one remaining section of her muscles that the titaness still retained direct authority over… and all she could do was wiggle them. That was it, that was her entire repertoire of tricks, right there in that simple gesture: moving her enormous pawb tips in a way that kept her sharp claws from damaging the ground too much. She wasn’t even doing it for any reason as much as just for its own sake; it was the last bastion, the final holdout and line of defense before her entire body was consumed by the growth spurt she was barely holding back, and as soon as she ceased being able to control them, the moment that they went still, it would be all over. Unbeknownst to her, this grand gesture of defiance, so meaningless to her, would end up being the very salvation that both she and everyone else had been holding out for, even if no one present could’ve imagined why; it started off innocently enough, or at least as innocently as anything could happen on that lust-consumed planet, when one of the giants closest to those sky-blotting paws decided that if they couldn’t touch the goddess themselves, then the goddess would just have to do the work for them. Thus, rather than deliberately attempting to climb onto her body and have to face both the mental blockage and the inevitable growth spurt that came with it, they instead stood in front of her toes, carefully maneuvering themselves between the claws protruding from them… and let themselves fall forward. What happened next was hard to parse, but one thing was for certain: when this giant opened their eyes again, far bigger than anyone else bar the Arca-goddess herself, she was firmly on her body and away from the both the ground and the paws that they had just been on moments prior… if they had been moments. The constant wriggling of the titaness’ toes had somehow managed to project them upwards into safety, something that did not go unnoticed by those closest to them, who, once they fought past their own embarrassment, decided to keep the cycle going and repeat what the first climber had achieved. It felt somewhat wrong to let the goddess do the job for them, but ultimately, would that not be the greatest display of adoration? To deliver their literal lives unto her, that she might bless them one final time before their ascension into glorified forms?
Everyone seemed to think so, given the enthusiasm they put into flooding the area around the goddess’ country-sized pawbs, hoping to get there quickly enough; from the way that the very air around them was vibrating, it was self-evident that the final burst of size was well underway, and the clock hadn’t so much run down as it had shattered completely. The Arcanine titaness herself could only sigh in relief as she felt the first few thousand giants begin to climb onto her form, knowing that, somehow, her own prayers had been answered and everyone could be safe; it had become a question of endurance, a matter of when and not just if, giving the giantess a goal to work for. If beforehand she’d been desperately clinging onto the last shreds of her sanity for the sake of a plan that she wasn’t even aware if it existed or not, as soon as her toes became the vector through which ascension was reached, it felt as if every living soul that threw themselves in between them gave her even more strength to endure; every hand that grabbed onto a tuft of fur was a signal, a shining beacon letting her know that “We are here!”, that her subjects were safe and sound atop her form. Suddenly, holding back the growth spurt grew easier and easier still… though not to the point of keeping it from happening altogether; the goddess knew that, even if she were to contain herself long past the point where everyone climbed onto her, she’d still explode outwards eventually, for it too was a simple matter of “when”. It just so happened that, with final confirmation that there was an evacuation plan, suddenly things didn’t seem so desperate, and the amount of relaxation that gave her even allowed for a certain degree of control over more of her extremities, until her fingers too began wriggle, inviting those who were around them to climb aboard as well!
It took… time. Hours? Days? Weeks, perhaps? None of it seemed to make sense, as the sensations coursing through everyone had left them unable to parse through the usual stimuli that would let them know how much time had passed in between anything at all. There would be no thirst when living on the Arcanine titaness, no hunger, no tiredness, nothing but an endless, blissful existence where none would want for anything… and with that, came a certain sense of timelessness, where a single moment could stretch out forever, and an eternity passed by in a single moment. But as more people climbed, as the world’s population made its way upwards and onto their goddess, their living worldship, there was one certainty: they were safe. They were secure.
And she could finally let go.
