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A Wonderful Day Out - Part 3 (Commission for EonKitty)
🕑 Added 2021-01-07 14:57:41 +0000 UTCTAGS: Growth, Hyper, Macro, Giantess
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Being spaceborne was an interesting experience, especially given that her body had effectively become so immense that, rather than simply occupying the spot that Earth had left behind after she snacked on it, Emily instead took up most of the space between Venus and Mars, and that was just with her waist; the planetary system was lucky the plane most of the planets travelled on happened to pass straight through her midriff, because had it been just a few… honestly, she couldn’t even tell anymore. Most of her life, the cat had pictured the many planets as impossibly large bits of rock and gas floating in space, and yet now, when she looked towards the two closest ones, she could barely make them out against the immense backdrop of her thighs, to say nothing of how many stars her rear and bust were blocking out, her own included! Emily had to be careful to fish out the Sun from where it had pushed itself into, a tight fold on the side of her right breast where her soft, pudgy self had more or less grown over it; didn’t feel as warm as she figured it should, but then again, her body in general was so colossal that physical law had probably taken one look at her and decided not to even bother anymore. With the star in her hand, held neatly in her palm, it was only a matter of time until the local area of space was left completely in the dark, and with a simple squish… poof. Gone. Darkness surrounding her, lit only by distant stars, and all of the mass of the sun added to her own, not that it really mattered when her breasts and butt alone were already pushing against the Oort Cloud.
Emily took a moment to check if Kitty was still where she had left him, only to realize that she was far, far too big to be able to detect someone who was still person-sized. She could try and sense him, but that was hardly easy given the sort of scale she was operating at; then again, it was either that or nothing, so the stellar-sized cat took a couple of minutes to close her eyes, turn her senses inwards, and attempt to find out if her mate was still stuck in her folds, riding out the same high that she was. It was just like finding a needle inside an entire warehouse full of hay while blindfolded, and indeed Emily was about ready to give up entirely by the time she chanced upon something: a brightly-burning little flame, stuck somewhere inside of her at a distance that even she couldn’t quite fathom. It was odd, seeing her body in distances that even light took some time to travel, but it had to be them, still happy, still ecstatic, still mindlessly enjoying the fact that he got given a front-row seat to a brand new goddess being born. It left Emily relieved at the very least, since now she could focus entirely on growing bigger without having to worry about losing Kitty by the wayside; even better, in the short time it took for her to find and confirm he was still there, her body apparently decided that it was better off outsizing entire solar systems by sheer virtue of being, because as soon as Emily opened her eyes again, what she saw around her were millions of tiny little dots, spread across the heavens with seemingly no pattern, all them blinking in curious little rhythms in those short few seconds they had before her body replaced them.
There was no other way things could go. As far as the giantess very much enjoyed the night sky, what exactly was she going to do, slow down? Emily doubted that was even possible, even assuming she might one day want to not constantly accelerate outwards and feel as the very fabric of existence was absorbed by her burgeoning form. It made for some fine entertainment as well, being able to watch in real-time as entire star clusters and nebulae were there one second, then were replaced by a tiny fraction of her her breasts, or perhaps a bit of thigh, all while she rested her arms atop her bust, laid her lazy head down and rode that serotonin wave for as long as it could possibly last. Didn’t take long before her form became noticeably, jutting out from atop and beneath the galactic plane, utterly dwarfing everything around it, with Emily’s mind suddenly jumpstarting as she became acutely aware of just how massive she was, and just how utterly insufficient it happened to be. But she had a plan; it was a dumb plan, it was bound to fail, but she had to try anyway.
For the whole duration of her ascension, as little as it had been considering how inflationary speeds worked, her bust had been hard at work giving making the Milky Way live up to its namesake, mostly by replacing every bit of empty space between the stars with her intensely-sugary, warm cream; however, this was nothing if not wasteful, because it wasn’t feeding back to her in any way, thus requiring the intervention of something that could turn all of this excess milk into something worth of a goddess like herself, something more than a mere snack like all those twinkling stars and their planetary systems were: that great big cosmic sinkhole at the center of the galaxy. It was probably ridiculous to think she could use it as a concentrated booster, but then again, her ass was bigger than it was and soon enough it would outsize the entire Milky Way itself, so it was either act immediately or lose out on the opportunity. As such, Emily turned herself towards Sagittarius A*, doing so with a kind of ease that was entirely at odds with her size, extended her arms outwards to either side of her (coincidentally messing with dark matter strands so much as to break them apart completely), and promptly shoved them straight into her breasts. What should have been a painful impact never registered whatsoever, but did create such an incomprehensibly vast gush of milk that, for a few moments, the black hole became shimmering white, right before the event horizon began to expand at an impossible rate as the singularity at the very center absorbed entire galaxies’ worth of mass, the Milky Way (or whatever was left of it) being consumed in the process. Entire globular clusters were washed away in the milk currents, spiralling down the drain into the growing, lightless sphere, until entire galactic arms were twisted and bent out of shape before being pushed into the black hole with a little help on Emily’s part. Somehow, in just a few short minutes, her home galaxy was gone, replaced with a milk-stuffed and well-fed hypermassive black hole that still wasn’t even big enough to fit on her palm properly. Honestly, it felt like a disappointment, even if she could feel how heavy it was from sheer proximity; were this any other day, it would’ve been enough to implode her brain from simply trying to comprehend it, but now?
Now it was just another snack, one that she barely felt going down after unceremoniously throwing it into her mouth like it was a piece of hard candy, not even bothering to consider how many laws of physics she was breaking with such a seemingly simple gesture; all that mattered was that Andromeda was within arm’s reach, and with it, a highway to the next galaxy over. It seemed almost wasteful not to spend at least some time savoring that new dish, but by the time that Emily reached the next galaxy over to begin with, she was already so unbelievably colossal that it could fit in the palm of her hand. She could only imagine what it must be like for any sentients living within it; one moment everything is fine, the next they have some unfathomably, incalculably huge mass approaching them from “beneath” the galactic plane, pushing the whole thing towards what looked to be a cavernous maw wider that the greatest of voids, capping with two scintillating gems bigger than their home galaxy was: Emily’s eyes, shining in the dark, glaring at her newest snack with a mixture of delight and boredom, knowing that, as much as she was going to enjoy chowing down on the whole of Andromeda, even then it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her anymore, not at the size she was at. At least the second supermassive black hole was enough of a snack that she felt it going down, as opposed to the rest of the galaxy’s mass; quite disappointing overall, if she had to be perfectly honest.
She sighed, taking a few moments to focus and try to find some enjoyment out of all of this; why exactly was she even bored? Why had galaxies suddenly become the be-all end-all of her growthsplosion? She was so unbelievably huge, and yet had decided to grade her size based on something so tiny compared to her that she could barely even see them anymore? That just felt like a waste of time now that she thought about it; why even bother with such puny little objects when one of her nipples alone could outsize any of them, when a single one of her breasts or cheeks, when a fraction of her thighs alone consumed countless such disks and globules without her even realizing it was happening? Hell, the more she looked at herself, the more her mouth broke into a wide, toothy grin as she came to understand the full size that her body had achieved, especially now that it more or less fed itself and was entirely out of her control. “Down” below, her thighs and hips had widened so much that, if it weren’t for her equally colossal asscheeks competing for room, they would’ve blotted out every source of light beneath her body; in front, she couldn’t even see anything at all, given the literal wall of breastflesh that covered her entire field-of-view. And behind her… well, Emily didn’t know what was behind her, because why would she look anywhere else but forward with a cleavage like that to rest her head upon? In the coldness of space, her warm bosom provided the best possible pillow to rest upon, giving her something soft and delightfully comfy on which to rest as her body continued to overtake the entirety of existence; wouldn’t take too long before there wasn’t a “behind” her either, with her rear riding up her back and imprisoning her torso between her tits on one side, and a small portion of her cheeks in the other. She would’ve liked to be able to grind her legs together, but sadly couldn’t do it without risking time breaking apart; still, that much wouldn’t be a concern for too long, not after she was done with everything.
Because the end was approaching, or at least the end of what she knew existed. With her growth accelerating past the point where she could even remotely think to control it, Emily knew it was only a matter of time until everything in that iteration of reality had been consumed and replaced with some part of her body, most likely tit, ass or thigh given how enormous those were. Within a few short minutes, every galactic supercluster, every mega-strand of dark matter, every last ounce of mass left in the Universe would be hers, fed into her body to make her even more glorious than she already was, made to fatten her up to become the goddess she was always meant to be. She could feel it already, the fabric of existence straining against her, feeling like a plastic bag had been forced over her entire body and she was trying to get out from inside of it, pushing against a thin film that, no matter how flimsy it might be, refused to budge. Be it a part of one breast or a section of a leg, she felt the very edge of the Universe encroaching upon her, until finally, after what had to be a mere hour (or even less) after eating her planet, Emily’s growth stopped.
It was inevitable, if only because of simple logic: she couldn’t really grow into anywhere if there was no room to grow into at all, and somehow, her explosive inflation had reached the very edge of existence and found where everything just… stopped. There was no more space beyond that point, no more room past that invisible boundary that was nonetheless extremely malleable. The cat could push her hand against it, feel it twist and bend beneath her fingers, but it always returned to its old state when she stopped trying to push through, leaving her feeling surprisingly cramped, and yet quite comfortable at the same time; after all, the entirety of existence had been taken over by her bust, rear and legs, a colossal cat with an hourglass figure so exaggerated that she couldn’t help but drool at the mere thought of it… but it still wasn’t enough. She knew she had more left in her, but what was she to do? There was no more Universe to grow into, and she hadn’t discovered the secrets of life yet; all the milk that had been leaking out of her was still floating about, and she figured the whole cosmic egg she was trapped in would eventually flood itself with her productivity, but when then? It almost felt anti-climactic in a way.
Then she felt it: a grumble in her stomach. It was like a void… or many voids, now that she thought about it. It felt like her stomach acid was churning away, irritated by some unfathomable beast of immense size roiling away inside of her. It was only after a tiny little burp produced what was unmistakably a singularity surrounded by an event horizon that Emily realized what was happening; to be perfectly fair, it made sense that eating all of those black hole would eventually come back to bite her, though the cat had hoped that it wouldn’t be something as undignified as burping in front of… well, not anyone, but still! Luckily for her, no such thing came to pass; unluckily, what did happen was significantly worse, at least for the fabric of the Universe that she had come to replace.
Emily felt it before it happened, bubbling up from her stomach, building up pressure in that one, most uncomfortable spot in the back of her throat. She feared what might happen if she let it out, feared that it might have dire consequences for existence as she knew it… but was that not the point? Did she not want to break free of her bonds and truly explode in every direction? Maybe this was the key to that, if only she were brave enough to set it loose.
A single hiccup, accompanied by a flinch… and a distant, reverberating pop as the cosmic egg surrounding her cracked.
She was free.
