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Reach for the Stars (Patreon Commission for VDO)
🕑 Added 2020-08-11 14:43:10 +0000 UTC“You know, we should probably invest in a bigger room, this is getting a bit cramped.”
It was the fifth time Vera heard her partner say that in the last week alone, and every time it just got better. Considering what prompted the comments, it was hard not to think like that; when most of the room was taken up by their warm, snuggly paws, it became difficult to do much of anything but rub up against them, even if movement was a chore and a half to get done.
The two of them had been together for about five years, and never did they think their bodies would turn out like they did. Back when they first met, they’d been “normally”-proportioned, even if the Rena was significantly more buff than average, courtesy of their healthy gym habits. It made for some delicious contrast with her best girl Suzanne, a Lucario with enough chub that it was a wonder the two even met where they did, running into one another in a gym shower. To be fair, the Luca never came back to the place after trying it out for two days, but on discovering a mutual love for large-scale puzzles and terrible, underpriced vodka, the two of them just couldn’t let go of one another. It was a shame that their bodily growth had made the first hobby a thing of the past, though they still wouldn’t trade their new bappers for anything else in the world.
The first few months of their relationship were nothing out of the ordinary, apart from a sex life so healthy it’d probably live to be a hundred years old; made for a wonderfully awkward scene with the neighbors, who demanded to know just who exactly was making all those “weird moaning noises” all night long, only to shrink away from the couple after realizing they were, indeed, a couple. It was still incredibly embarrassing, obviously, hence why the two invested in soundproofing their bedroom when the Lucario moved in, lest they have to keep looking at people sideways to avoid unfortunate blushing incidents.
The first signs that something was “wrong” came near their first anniversary, when they began waking up incredibly sore after their nightly sessions; this was nothing out of the ordinary, to some extent, but the degree to which they’d be utterly exhausted was something completely new. At times they couldn’t even get out of bed, which of course invited more snuggling which led to more naughty stuff that somehow bypassed their tiredness and it was all a vicious cycle after a while. At first they thought that it was just a standard consequence of them trying to find their limits on a nightly basis; maybe if they calmed down for a few days, things would go back to normal and they could then return to what they usually did. But even after reducing their intimacy to only a couple of hours every night, they were still waking up feeling like they’d run several marathons.
This is when the changes began happening.
It was subtle at first, the kind that doesn't get noticed until they mount up or something forced either woman to take a closer look than normal. One day, while Suzanne was busy making breakfast, her Renamon partner screamed bloody murder from the bathroom, prompting the Lucario to nearly trip over herself as she sprinted towards her, only to find the Rena staring at herself in the mirror like she’d seen a ghost. It took the Luca quite a bit before realizing what it was her spouse was seeing, and even then she couldn’t quite believe it herself, if only because her mind began to trace back the many days she had seen it before but gladly ignored it.
Vera’s breasts had grown. And not just a teensy bit, no, they were significantly larger than they had been when they first met, to the point where one had to wonder just how exactly they missed that happening when they were one of the key aspects of their very active sex life; and yet, it was without a doubt something they had seen happening and even noticed to some degree or another, perhaps one day figuring it was just imagination and in the other coming up with some nonsense excuse for why they weren’t really becoming bigger and it was just an illusion. Not once did they discuss it, and thank goodness they didn’t; what they ended up getting busy with after realizing it was happening was so loud that even the soundproofing wasn’t enough to keep the neighbors from hearing it.
Trying to make sense of it all proved to be impossible, so the two women went with the next best thing and just gave up even trying. Somehow, Vera’s tits had gotten bigger, therefore the only thing they needed to worry about was whether or not their bodies were altered in any significant way going forward. From then on, checking their proportions every day became just as much part of their morning routine as exploring them was a crucial aspect of their night one, giving way to one of the best discoveries in their lives: both of them were still growing.
Through some unknown process, their bodies were slowly fattening up in all the right places, even the Lucario avoiding putting on weight into her belly in favour of more sensitive, easily-pleasured spots. For the Renamon, whose body was already a well-sculpted work of art, this was seen less as an unwelcome change to an established aesthetic and much more of a welcome boon; she was sure to attract every eye in the gym now that her bosom was growing to be as dominating as her musculature!
But what truly made them wonder what exactly was “wrong” with them was that the largest change did not take place in the “usual” places, but rather in their extremities. For whatever reason, their paws began to burgeon with newfound size just as much, if not more than their assets, eventually resulting in them outstripping the original growth rate and leaving them stunned at just what had caused such a drastic change in direction and why it had even taken place. Even more confusing was why it felt so good compared to the rest, though honestly it’d make a lot more sense if either of them ever paid attention whenever their biology teachers brought up the word “homunculus”. For the two lovers, only the end result was important: the ability to make a comfortable bed for one another by cupping their hands together or letting their significant other fall back onto a set of gloriously oversized stompers.
This discrepancy in size would only get worse as time went on, with the two eventually needing to start making renovations to their house in order to continue living in it. Most of the doorframes had to be enlarged in order to give them the necessary amount of room to squeeze through without issue, while the idea of tearing down a couple of walls was floated around before they saw what the budget for that would be. However, as time went on and one year turned to three turned to five, it slowly became evident that whatever process had kickstarted the growth wasn’t going to stop at any point, thus needing them to start planning for the future a bit more adequately. They were already thinking of moving out, but until they did, the concept of simply removing all interior walls didn’t seem as absurd as it once did.
In the present day, their curves alone would be cause enough for them to turn heads whenever they walked into a room. Chest-obscuring breasts, an ass wider than most doors, hips so flared that it was impossible not to bump into people whenever they sashayed from place to place, not to mention a pair of thighs meaty enough that they couldn’t avoid rubbing against one another whenever they moved, leading to quite a bit of embarrassment for the two of them during long walks. But it wouldn’t be those sizes that distracted people, because they were frankly nothing compared to the real stars of the show.
It was a wonder, nothing short of a miracle how the two even managed to move around when both their hands and feet were as enormous as they were. Each one was about the same size as their whole body, allowing them to easily create a cocoon of fuzzy warmth for one another should they so desire, and to do so both at the same time! It was the most comforting sensation in the world for them, knowing they were kept safely in one another’s hands… in the most literal way possible. Their lower pawbs as well took up so much room that whenever one of them wasn’t feeling like taking an extended nap in the other’s bappers, then they could simply lean backwards and slowly go to sleep as they were rocked back and forth by the mounds of soft fur behind them.
This would be a net positive for them, if not for the undeniable fact that they were very much still growing, and the rate at which they were seemed to be accelerating over time, to the point where they were already seeing inches being added every morning. The realization that it was quickly going to reach a tipping point they wouldn’t be able to return from had happened a long time ago; it’s just that neither of them were all that worried about the implications so long as they still had one another to snuggle with. So it was that they kept waking up bigger and bigger, until eventually they saw themselves growing in real-time during the day. Not that much at first, but all it took was a couple of weeks for them to be able to watch as their pawbs attained ever greater sizes, while their own bodies struggled to keep up. Soon, the idea of hiring someone to take down the walls sounded ridiculous; they could just sweep their hands and do that themselves without it having to cost them a single dime. But even that much wasn’t worth their time, because what house would ever be able to contain them?
A few short days after the last time Suzanne suggested expanding the room, the two of them were… tight. They hadn’t moved in a while, feeling their pawbs expand in every direction and press against the walls with increasing strength. There used to be room in there, back when all of the house’s inner volume wasn’t taken up by their hands and feet, by the small forest of fur growing on them, but so much of them that they began “leaking” into the cracks in the walls, floor and ceiling. They were mere seconds away from destroying their home forever, but they didn’t care; the warmth was such that nothing crossed their mind but the desire to keep feeling it.
Anyone looking from the outside would see them bulging out, defying their nature as slabs of concrete, the building seeming to inflate like a balloon. Didn’t take much longer for it to be destroyed from the inside out as the couple’s paws’ size became greater than the structure’s ability to keep them inside of itself. Their scale continued to magnify as their rate of growth sped up, inches unto feet of soft graspers and stompers utterly obliterating every building in sight, their inhabitants mercifully spared injury or worse by virtue of the proverbial wrecking balls being so soft and inviting that they could just cling onto them, basking in their fuzzy warmth.
Both women more than welcomed all these new visitors; it’d be a shame to keep their bodies all to themselves, after all, when they already gave one another everything they were on a daily basis. With such wonderful pawbs, why should they be selfish? Better that everyone get to experience what the Luca and Rena did, even if it was just a fraction of the full experience; all of their love was still directed firmly between themselves, after all.
Still, the sudden explosive burst of growth was enough to begin tearing through their neighborhood, and soon enough the whole town; as expected, whatever phantom force had been making them ever so much larger for the past several years had finally gone into overdrive after its exponentials stacked hard enough, and now nothing would stand in its way; from a certain perspective, it was quite lucky that their two bodies were as comfy as they were, because who knew what might happen if they didn’t offer all these suddenly-homeless people a good place to stay? What kind of hosts would they be if they didn’t give them all the best possible bed to rest on?
The sounds of destruction were adequately muffled by the growing mountains of fluff, neither women being all that interested in determining just where their paws went, so long as they kept getting bigger. Their curves and overall size were also increasing, of course, but nothing compared to those immense, dexterous hills carrying most of the city on the small forest of fur they sported. Being as sensitive as they were, it made for a positively wondrous sensation, both the Renamon and Lucario giggling as they felt the thousands of people they were carrying wriggle around and trying to make themselves comfortable, not even caring about the wave of destruction they were riding, because those weren’t just any giant hands and feet they were riding atop.
Both women’s fur had always been one of the traits they were most proud of. Not only did they take good care of it on a daily basis, meticulously pouring through every inch of it to maintain its silky-smooth feel and near-glistening look, but they were both lucky enough to be blessed with a thick, fluffy coating that would allow anyone to sink their hands into, even before they started growing! So much so, in fact, that one of their favourite pastimes before their inevitable growth spiral was to just hug one another and bask in how thick their fuzz was, vanishing into one another for hours at a time; it was impossible to describe how powerful the effects of that fur were on their minds, and now that it was scaled up to the point where a whole city was turning into a proverbial hostage to it, so too was its power to bring absolute rest and peace to anyone that touched it.
Therefore, it wasn’t all that surprising that even people who had technically lost most of their material possessions weren’t all too worried about the implications. They had the two lovers’ fur, after all, so they could just close their eyes and disappear into the thick shag, forever lost in a daze from which, while they could, they never would come back from. Why bother with earthly concerns when they could simply drift away in peace for all eternity, kept alive by the same forces that granted Suzanne and Vera their godlike sizes? It was a fitting “end” to everyone who welcomed them and just about everybody else, because the two women weren’t stopping at the suburbs.
They could feel their bodies growing to where they’d be able to crush the city if they ever flopped onto it, and seeing as the difference between themselves and their extremities continued to become more disparate, it was hard for them to tell what scales they were operating on. Parts of their pawbs were deathly cold, probably as a result of brushing up against the lower atmosphere, while other sections were humid from rain or wet from ocean water. Weather patterns all around were being disrupted by their bodies, and yet all they could bring themselves to worry about was welcoming as many people as they could “aboard” them, eager to invite the whole world if they had to!
Funnily enough, it was very much out of their hands despite being on them at the same time; much as they wanted to avoid any undue injury, their bodies had grown to a scale in which it was difficult to even conceptualize things as small as inches, much less move around in them, creating this odd scenario in which they attempted to move as little as possible and yet still brushed up against entire mountain ranges and plunged into the depths of the oceans with as little care as they would breathe or turn their heads from side to side. It took all of their power and concentration to keep from actually destroying anything, and even then it quickly became evident that if they wanted to avoid causing any damage to people, then they’d have to leave.
It wasn’t something either of them were keen on, nor in any way had thought of before, as the two always expected to be able to remain on Earth, even oversized as they were; seeing as how so many were partaking of the same kind of fluffy pleasure as they were, it was doubly painful to entertain the notion of simply going away, never to really return… at least not in a scale comprehensible to anyone else. But as their bodies continued to grow, and their extremities even more so, they were running out of time; in minutes, the decision would be made for them, and if they didn’t do something on their own then there might genuinely be some harm coming down the way of the little ones they so desperately wanted to protect.
At least their transformation had given them the best tool to eject themselves off from the planet: their own paws. Though complicated to use without creating massive quakes, all the Rena and Luca needed to do was hop, just a simple hop, with their feet being large enough to propel them to low orbit; from there, it was simple enough to escape from the gravity well, ending up floating around in the cloud of space junk surrounding the planet. This created a different issue altogether, because their pawbs were anything but empty.
They had genuinely forgotten about it, but there were still tens of thousands, possibly hundreds of thousands of people still clinging onto their fur as a result of their initial surge, if that number didn’t peak at the millions; even if they could somewhat feel large groups of them, the tiny ones on their bodies were so, well… tiny, that it was hard to make out just who was where and how many of them there were. And while their fur could keep them alive by virtue of holding enough breathable air in its thick overgrowth, it wasn’t something that could go on forever; even the two weren’t certain how they were surviving in the vacuum, but they were convinced none of their passengers would.
At least the Earth was still perfectly fine, if a bit confused at suddenly having developed two new moons out of nowhere. The best either of them could do was try not to disrupt things too badly down below, which was easier said than done once the actual Moon bonked one of them over the head and nearly went flying off into interstellar space; they were running out of time and they knew it, thus needing them to hurry up if they wanted to get anything done.
Convincing their guests to get off was slightly more complicated than first anticipated, something not helped by how every time they tried to have them disembark, more people attempted to hop onto them. Neither of the two were ready to start dumping folks in the middle of nowhere just for the sake of expediency, but it still made for a highly frustrating experience when for every passenger shaken off, three more would take their place place, until most of the planet’s population was clinging to their colossal fingers despite their best efforts at poking them into place. Both women were blushing furiously at this, even more so when they confirmed no one was left back on the planet; every sentient life was somewhere on their pawbs, posing a significant logistical and arousal issue once the need to start rubbing one another began to flare up again.
“We can’t just… not with them here!” Vera stammered, somehow capable of speaking with her lover telepathically, “We might hurt them!”
“Do you have any better ideas?” the Lucario replied, gently poking the Earth, “Because they won’t hop off!”
Indeed they wouldn’t. Try as they might, their passengers steadfastly refused to go anywhere but deeper into their growing paws, which presented an increasingly bigger problem the more it was allowed to carry on, seeing as neither of them seemed to be slowing down; quite the contrary, in fact! Soon enough they’d have to be worrying about the sun, and after that came to pass there’d be no hope of ever returning to Earth… unless they brought it along with them.
It was such a simple idea, and yet neither of them came up with it until the very last second. The Renamon’s head practically lit up like a proverbial lightbulb when it came to her, the young woman excitedly suggesting that, if they couldn’t get people to get off their pawbs, maybe they could just stuff the Earth in there! Certainly there should be enough room between tufts of fur to hold the planet in a nice little spot, and assuming they were as resistant as they appeared to be, they’d be able to stuff the sun in there as well!
Suzanne wasn’t entirely convinced, mostly because it was more likely their fuzz would turn the whole planet into a spherical carpet, but it was either that or nothing. Moving with as much speed as she could muster without being destructive, the Lucario gently prodded their home planet until it vanished into one of her fingers, then urged her partner to try and get her passengers off as closely to it as possible. It was exceedingly difficult given their scale, not to mention how it needed both of them to rub their fingers against one another, but after a few minutes of hard work, the last few million sentients were being gently lowered onto the planet via the fur bridges, to enjoy eternity amidst an endless expanse of easily-accessible, heavenly fuzz, descending from the skies in long, thick ropes. Wouldn’t take long before the first worshippers began to congregate into a pseudo-cult, something that brought both women no end of embarrassment when they began hearing their prayers in the back of their heads.
“I’m not sure I’m quite ok with this…” the Rena muttered, her red face telling a completely different story.
“Worry less about that and more about what’s coming our way, hun.”
The sudden uptick in temperature was enough to let the Lucario know what her partner was talking about; without even realizing it, the sun had already begun brushing up against their fur, and tough as they were, that thing was still a giant ball of plasma without any safety rails around it, making it exceptionally painful to try and even approach, much less hold in the confines of their pawbs. The only solution was to try their best to avoid it altogether, at least until they both grew large enough that their own gravitational pull exceeded that of the galactic center, at which point it should be easy enough to create a new orbit for it.
As it stood though, there would be no need to even wait that long; their power was immense, far in excess of what they consciously perceived it as being, and the moment they thought up that possibility was the same one that they realized they could just… do it. It was so simple that they felt like dummies for not having through of it, though to be fair to the both of them, the concept of creating a gravity well from nothing just so they could place the Sun on it and the Earth around it was something so novel that they lacked the vocabulary to express what it was, much less how they did it. All they knew was that they placed two fingers together and suddenly the Sun was stuck there, a permanent fixture relative to them, with their home planet carefully put back into place. There were a great many protestations from the population, but as soon as they realized their new position in the universe gave them an unprecedented view of their whole goddesses, those quickly died down.
With the new and improved one-planet solar system in place, there wasn’t a lot either of them could do but… wait. Even with their growth accelerating as it was, the universe was still a vast, mostly-empty volume of space, making most of their trip exceedingly boring… if not for their own presence. Truth be told, neither Suzanne nor Vera were at all interested in whatever was going on around them; as long as they didn’t hit the Earth or its star, they really couldn’t care less about interstellar clouds of gas or the odd rogue black hole they smacked out of the way, being far too busy basking in one another’s presence to really do much thinking at all. The only thing that succeeded in bringing them out of their stupor was the presence of what was perhaps the last great obstacle they would ever face.
On their way to ascension, countless star systems fell prey to the same fate that their home one had barely avoided; of course, by that point, their fur had become sturdy and resistant enough to actually keep and hold that nigh-infinite multitude of plasma balls, along with whatever planets they might have circling them. While it became harder by the moment to move any one part of their pawbs in any way that didn’t obliterate entire star clusters, they still did their best, moving whatever inhabited planets they found away from the forests of fur they were getting trapped in and placing them in the same pocket of space where Earth was. Within the span of a few days, what had once been a single dot of light turned to hundreds, all arranged neatly and closely enough that their respective civilizations could speak to one another (with some delay), mostly to exchange their own stories of how the goddesses came to bless their worlds.
But even as all sentient life in the galaxy was being transferred over to their new existence, there was still a beast that remained unslain, something that both the Lucario and Renamon knew they’d have to deal with eventually: Sagittarius A*. After positively confirming that it was, indeed, a really darn big black hole, the question became what to do with it. They couldn’t just squish it like they did with its smaller cousins, nor could they simply ignore it; while their hands and feet could be made to move out of the way, the rest of their bodies would collide against it eventually, and if they did nothing to get it out of the way… it was hard to tell what might happen.
The only solution was, of course, to get rid of it, though how exactly they would go about doing it was still a mystery. They racked their brain for an answer, fighting over it for days on end as their certain doom approached. Taking advantage of gravitational currents, the two goddesses managed to rake their colossal pawbs over the whole of the Milky Way, collecting every star on their way to the final showdown with the beast hiding at its centre, taking the time to sift through their collection of stellar objects for signs of civilization, that it may be placed in the safest place possible. It wasn’t until they were sure that every last sentient species was inside their artificial cosmic backyard that the futility of their endeavours hit them square in the face.
It was pointless to come up with a solution. They already had.
The two were so busy trying to keep everyone from being harmed by their presumably bungled-up attempts at taking care of that reality sinkhole that they failed to notice their methods were more than enough to resolve their problem without the slightest complication. Though still immensely dangerous, it was by far a better alternative to “squish it and hope the singularity goes away” like they’d done with every other. If they created artificial gravity wells to keep their rescued planets in one place relative to them, then it should be easy enough to do the same to Sagittarius, thus making it so that it would never touch them or anyone else… provided they angled it correctly.
It was so simple that they practically bapped themselves over the head for failing to realize it… but as soon as they were done doing it, both felt a pang of disappointment. It had all shaped up to be their grand finale, the greatest test of their skills and confirmation that they were, indeed, worthy of the title of divinities, only to turn out to be a non-issue and fizzle harder than malfunctioning fireworks. They felt robbed, in a way, and it took their own rescues to drag them out of their funk.
They’d been so busy travelling through the cosmos and figuring out what their next biggest goal should be that they almost forgot about the very people they were saving. Safe in their pocket, they had spent their time together pooling their knowledge of the universe, all in the hopes of establishing direct contact, the ultimate goal being to reunite with their goddesses once again. Technology and inventiveness boomed as the more religious aspect of their devotion turned from active practice to simply another facet of their life; it was a given that Vera and Suzanne were there, and thus everything they did was in their name, all so that they may one day be together again. And the collective experience of billions of lives, all working together in unison, united under a singular goal and devoted towards the pursuit of divinity… it touched them.
But the Rena and the Lucario allowed the background chatter to overtake them, and were so overwhelmed by the intense love and dedication that flooded their minds that they both had to bite back tears, unable to hold their hands to their muzzles. In that instant, they felt well and truly loved like they never had been, and thus vowed to keep their little ones safe for all eternity if they had to.
But they weren’t all of them, merely the ones from their own galaxy. There were countless others out there in the vast expanses of the universe, ready to be discovered, ready to be taken, ready to be placed in the same harmonious heaven as all the others. And now, the two lovers could finally reach them.
It was a long way to go.
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Alexander Opst
Eeeee, a long way to come and a long way to go, but these two are infinitely more than capable of the journey with their wondrous omnipaws <3 Thank you for putting up with my silliness and nonsense!
