Y-33N - Part 3 (Patreon Commission for VDO)

TAGS: A VDO Story, Growth/Expansion, Continuous Growth, Ascension/Goddess, Literal Impossibility

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The only reason she wasn’t walking around in public was purely because if she did so, there’d be so many people around her that someone would inevitably get hurt, and she couldn’t abide by that… plus, she was big enough that very few planets could even hold her anymore. It had been almost deceptively easy for her to miss her own growth, given that the orb’s interior grew along with her, as did her consort; the other hyena certainly didn’t find it necessary to point out that their absolute size had gone up so much that they could both be considered planetoids, and was only getting larger by the moment. Neither did the ship’s AI, even if some of its comments made far more sense in retrospective.

For the yeen goddess in particular, trying to square her understanding of herself with the fact that she could no longer go back to a planet without causing severe tectonic upheaval was… honestly quite simple. She was already a goddess; it was simply a matter of accepting this, rather than constantly doing her best not to think about it and hope it would just resolve itself. The time for blissful and willful ignorance was over; she was a divinity, and should start acting as such.

Granted, there weren’t a great many opportunities for her to do so that didn’t involve depriving at least a section of all sentient life of her constant presence; no, the livestream was still the best way, at least until the hub was built and she could become a permanent fixture in the lives of all those living in the Hyperobject. It was important, too, that she carry on acting the way she always had; the only difference between her pre-realisation self and the new one was precisely that: herself, seeing as just about everyone else had come to terms with her being their deity a long time prior.

It was just a case of catching up with the times, was all… that, and making sure her body continued to grow and develop in all the right ways for her little ones to feast their eyes upon. It wouldn’t do for her to just grow bigger; she had to constantly break records set by herself just moments prior, her height alone so dizzying as to be difficult to perceive. She could no longer have just a camera set following her at all times, nor was it possible for her full form to be confined to a singular stream; instead, she required multiple different automated filming apparati focused on her at all time, with dozens of different livestreams active at any given moment.

Theoretically, it was still possible for any one person to see the full totality of her being, assuming they had enough bandwidth and monitors, but she wasn’t kidding herself; her worshippers would be content with catching little more than a glimpse of a fraction of a single toe on her immense pawbs. They weren’t demanding to see all of her; hells, they’d probably find that to be sacrilegious at that point. Still, that was no excuse for her to get lazy about her constant self-improvement; after a while, it stopped being for anyone, and turned into something she did purely for herself.

Well, herself and her precious yeen-consort, of course. They were still there, day after day, always looking ever so slightly smaller than the day before as they slowly lost the battle against the goddess’ perpetual surge upwards and outwards. They still tried; if they didn’t, they would’ve long-since been left in the dust, rather than hanging on for just enough that their goddess remembered to give them an extra boost to buy them some extra time. Both of them knew the yeen deity could effectively put an end to this; if she wanted it, she could easily grant her consort enough of a power boost that their size difference would never be an issue.

But it wouldn’t be as fun. It was, by then, part of their daily life, part of their routine and the not-so-subtle sexual component of their relationship. It was them being able to walk up to her and be forced to look up, regardless of what their absolute dimensions were; it was being the smaller one, there to bear the brunt of the yeen’s love and tender caress. And for the yeen herself, a way to vent some of her more motherly moods, especially those times she forgot to milk her tits properly and needed someone to do it for her, lest the machinery break open.

All of this while still growing bigger and bulkier and milkier and better every passing second. No moment went by without some form of improvement upon the goddess’ form: be it more height, a fuller bust, a plumper rump, or even more well-defined musculature for her arms and legs, she was still not perfect, and thus, this had to be addressed. At least, in her eyes; anyone else would stumble upon being asked if that was the case, unable to fully formulate just how perfect they found their goddess to be… but for her, it just wasn’t there yet.

It would be though! Eventually, that is; eventually she would look at herself and proclaim her form to be complete, or at least as close to it that she could be satisfied with it. Now, when this would be, the yeen had absolutely no idea; could be a few months from there, could need her a few universal lifespans within the safety of the hub, it was a great big unknown if she were to be honest. Whenever she changed anything about herself, it just felt… right.

But it also felt insufficient. After all, if she could change anything about herself, then it stood to reason that the desire to change was there, meaning that she hadn’t achieved her peak, most perfect form. If she yet harboured the mere thought of further altering her body away from what it used to be, then this was proof positive that she should do so, since clearly she wasn’t done yet. Now, did this lead to her becoming so indescribably perfect in the eyes of her worshippers that her chat went silent for days at a time as no one knew how to say anything upon gazing at her, even through a screen? Maybe, but wasn’t that the goal?

If she wasn’t stunning people into complete and total silence on presence alone, then she wasn’t doing things right. With the exception of her consort, who she expected to at least be able to babble incoherently as they drooled at the mere sight of her; everyone else, the yeen was content with the complete lack of any input whatsoever, as at least then they couldn’t constantly tell her how much they loved her… then again, they weren’t taking care of themselves either, and that was a bit of a problem.

Now that she thought about it, it wasn’t the case that her little ones were so stunned that they could focus on something else. In fact, some of them might very well be unable to get their eyes off the screen, even for vital functions, and that she couldn’t accept. Thankfully, it was easy to fix; now that the goddess had accepted the reality that she was a goddess, issuing orders to the faithful was as simple was willing them into being: go forth and eat, damnit, and make sure to drink something as well to avoid dehydration. Exercise optional.

It was only here that the yeen, urged by the fact that even her consort was starting to go silent for prolonged periods of time, decided that a change of venue was needed. If people were so utterly flabbergasted by her mere form through a livestream, one could only imagine what would happen should she be in full view of everyone… and, as construction of the hub was (apparently) wrapping up, perhaps it was time to bring herself and her consort over to this “Perennial Throne”, as it was now called in the blueprints; then, at least, everyone could get started on relocating so she wouldn’t need to use livestreams again.

At least, that was what she was assured. According to the engineers, the decadimensional engineering used for Y-33N was such that it allowed for anyone, regardless of where on the Hyperobject they were, to look “up” and be able to see her, gazing “down” on them. A trick of physics, mangled as it was to service her and her alone, put to work for the sole purpose of further exalting the eternal glory of the goddess.

And by being there, and in full sight of everyone, said goddess had even more of a reason to grow and improve upon her “design”; her body was her canvas now, less of an avatar she embodied and far more a work of art that she perfected through hard work, dedication, and the combined suggestions of all sentient creatures in the universe. She could hear them: susurrating, whispers in the back and sides of her mind, prayers multiplied over quintillions of individuals, all crying out for her, for her, to bless their lives.

With these prayers, desire. She had been very clear, at least in the last couple of months, that she was finally open to the idea of being actively lusted over… and this only made things so much worse when it came to the thoughts barrelling into her from literally every direction. She saw herself as she was, and she saw herself as the sum total of her worshippers desired her to be; which, to be fair, amounted to “herself, but shinier” most of the time, but it was still something.

Great numbers eventually yielded something, and thus, even from among the mostly-uniform mass of desire, the yeen occasionally picked out a few nuggets that she could put to use: bigger breasts, sure, more mass on her overall form to really give her that brawler physique, absolutely; throw some more ass into the mix, or make her pawbs extra gargantuan, maybe even lengthen her hair so it became a thick, flowing curtain of locks smoother than the finest of synthetic silks. Then make it all several times more potent, just to make sure she was pressing all the buttons rather than nearly all of them.

The orb descended into Y-33N at… some point. Frankly, the hyena goddess didn’t really pay attention; by then, the difference between any given location was about the same, given that she could manifest herself wherever she well liked to be. But it was important, or so her consort told her, that the people be given a grand entry, that the Great Orb Ship be allowed to physically fly into the Hyperobject and house itself in its core, as its core, only for herself to emerge from her proverbial cocoon.

She personally found it quite silly, but she did sense that this was what people wanted, thus, it was what had to happen. Besides, it was an excuse to be theatrical about it; if she was going to take her place as the central spoke for a galaxy cluster-sized artificial construct meant to outlast existence itself, she might as well make something out of it. It was highly unlikely she’d get a second chance to do so.

Then again, she was a goddess. Nothing was stopping her from leaving behind her self and then starting a whole new universe where she could be worshipped from the very start, all while never sacrificing a single moment of adoration in her original reality; maybe even take a swing at maintaining her own cluster of universes, that would be nice. For the time being though, she had her little ones to care of, in their new home for the ages.

She was their sun. Might as well act like it.