Fated Meetings (Patreon Commission for VDO)

TAGS: A VDO Story, Hyper/Macro Hyper, Cosmic Macro, Ascension/Godlike

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It was difficult, keeping herself grounded. There came a point where she just couldn’t bear to be on her world anymore, for doing so incurred the risk of harming her precious little ones, and that was a line she just couldn’t cross. While it meant she had to employ some drastic measures in order to propel herself off of the surface, no sacrifice was too great for the sake of keeping those below her happy and fulfilled… and she couldn’t quite do that while still firmly on it.

Sereen had undergone a few changes ever since fully embracing her status as a messenger for her goddess, not the least of which being the recognition that her post was more that of an avatar than merely a representative. It was a hard pill to swallow at first, not the least of which because of some latent dogma still latching onto her subconscious: she was, ultimately, still just a mortal, even if a terrifyingly blessed one, so clearly she couldn’t actually be her goddess incarnate.

As her growth continued unabated, and her power skyrocketed to levels never before seen however, coming up with justifications for why she was definitely still just a mortal became an increasingly insurmountable task. It was already difficult when she couldn’t even fit through city gates without having to bed down; as soon as a single one of her paws covered the whole city, that was when the Absol really had to reconsider some things and rethink her position in the divine hierarchy.

It took a while, but she eventually reached a sort of mutual understanding between the fractured parts of her self: she wouldn’t usurp the position of her goddess, that much was out of the question, but she would accept herself as being a physical vessel for her, a container for their divine soul to inhabit, to reshape and sculpt to better fit their image. After all, once her skeletal structure was rearranged to better allow for a tauric form, there was no denying that Sereen was no longer herself, but rather a physical embodiment of her goddess’ will.

On the other hand, the Absol was still very much the same person. Their fundamental motivations hadn’t changed: make everyone happy, make sure their lives were as perfect as could be, and strive to leave the world a better place going out than it was when she went in. Nothing truly changed about that, nor would it as far as she could control it; only the methods were at all altered, and even then only because the goddess worked through her in a way she couldn’t say no to.

Unfortunately, this did mean that, at some point, Sereen had to admit to herself that she no longer fit on her planet. Not just metaphorically, in that the blessings she provided were too much for only one world to bear, but quite literally; once her eyes rose up enough to see the horizon curve in the distance, she knew she’d crossed a line, one that would only be ever more stretched the longer she allowed herself to remain planetbound.

Thus, while it pained her, it was clear the only way forward was up: plenty of empty space in… well, space, and if she played her cards right, she could definitely get plenty of time as a second moon, locked in place for all to look up at and see, living proof of the love and care of the goddess and their followers. Or, at least, that was the plan; reality, as it turned out, was far more… drastic, to put it mildly.

Sereen did manage to get up from the surface of the planet, and without causing too much damage as well; while preparations took weeks, by the time the day arrived and she executed the very last jump she’d ever do, the whole thing went off without a hitch. As well it should; Sereen was Sereen, and the goddess wouldn’t allow her most faithful disciple to fail at such a simple task, not when the sanctity of their world was at stake!

Once in space, however, the truth about her new form became evident: it was but a fraction of what it was always supposed to be. Hard to know why at first, but when the first growth spurts came, and Sereen powered through the pleasure crash to be able to think again, she came to the conclusion that everything so far had been her in a contained form; by being on a planet, by having gravity to push her down onto a solid surface, by being on her homeworld, her true potential was limited, kept to levels that, while absurd, were still comprehensible.

Out in the aether, there were no such limits. With nothing but empty room to occupy, and no force that could hold her down anymore, the Absol’s body had naught to keep it from breaking through every line it had once imposed; the first growth spurt alone left Sereen bigger than the planet’s original moon, not to mention what it did to her… assets. She’d been carrying around a single pair of breasts until the point her tauric form developed, and even then, only three more sprouted in her taurso; she considered it to be “enough”, and until she left the planet, Sereen hadn’t grown any more.

But, once freed from the constraints of planetbound living, her body must have figured it was time to unleash her full potential. After the first spurt was over, she was left not with three racks underneath and one above, but a nine-six split; not only that, but each row grew in an additional milktank, making for trios rather than pairs! Overladen and overstuffed, producing enough milk that, should she want to do so, the Absol would’ve had no difficulty in feeding the entire world with but a single drop of a single one of her many breasts.

Of course, this did mean that her size could never truly remain constant from that point forward. Even if she hadn’t undergone additional growth spurts, the sheer level of productivity within each of her mounds was such that they would’ve inevitably swollen uncontrollably; a single nipple would never have been enough to help vent all the pressure, not even with her using her four tauric paws to try and knead and massage her busts into full release. It was just impossible, and she very well knew it.

Thankfully, she wouldn’t need to worry about it for much longer, not when she grew enough to nestle the whole world in her bosom. It was an interesting transformation, so much so that, for the longest while, Sereen genuinely believed she was en-route to smash through the entire planet! There were several minutes of panic where her explosive expansion continued at a rate so great that the Absol had to use all of her power just to stay as far away from her homeworld as possible… only for her body to casually ignore this by making her twice as big everywhere in under a second, thus ruining all of her efforts.

Rather than turning her former home into bits of rock and debris floating through space, however, the one growth spurt that left each of her busts larger than it merely caused the globe to sink into one of her cleavages. Sereen did actually lose track of it after a while; she knew it was there, in the sense that she knew any part of herself was there, but if anyone asked her to pinpoint where exactly her planet had gone to, the titaness would unfortunately have to shrug and put on an awkward smile.

It was there though, at the very least; it hadn’t been destroyed, nor crushed or flattened or anything, really. All the people that resided upon it were still very much alive, weather patterns were the same, pressure remained constant, and apart from the exponential growthsplosions everyone was going through in some way or another, things progressed as they’d always done. There would come a time when everyone on that world would eventually need to leave it as well, but until that moment came, it was kept safe and sound within the many folds of its protector goddess.

Goddess. She liked that term. It took some time for Sereen to accept it, but once she did, it almost came naturally: goddess. What other name could anyone possibly give her, now that she was bigger than the world that had given birth to her? What possible title could she have, now that her body was as colossal as it was? Were she to measure, it was likely that her taurso alone was about as long as the local star was wide, and by the time she realised this was the case, it was bigger still.

The number of udders on her only grew higher as well, along with their ability to fill and produce delicious creamy nectar, until most of her front was covered in breastflesh; soft, pliable, eminently squishable, yet still stuffed to the nines and beyond with the mannah of the gods themselves. Not to mention the rest of her as well; while her breasts might’ve been the star of the show, one couldn’t ignore the rump and haunches that could crush neutron matter with little difficulty, or a set of pawbs that, were they in a pressurized atmosphere, could create sonic claps just by stepping on something.

All of this was haloed by long, flowing locks, the last part of Sereen’s body to be truly blessed by the goddess, but not the least for it: what had once been merely above-average length hair had become a true curtain of silkiness, of soft warmth, covering most of her back and cascading down her flanks, creating a vast network that eventually formed into a protective layer of fibre and filament some distance away from her.

And for a while, everything seemed fine. Sure, it was a strange period of adaptation for Sereen, who had to learn to exist in a state of being that was so far beyond her usual ability to comprehend that it bordered on the downright unthinkable, but once that was done with? Once she had adapted to the notion of being a living carrier for a civilisation of ever-growing littles ones blessed by her own power? It was surprisingly easy to parse, at least if she didn’t think too much about it.

The loneliness, however, would prove to be her biggest enemy. The Absol was not a stranger to being alone, that much was entirely normal for her during her pilgrimage; but feeling lonely, truly and completely isolated from anyone who could provide meaningful companionship, now that was an entirely novel experience. In a way, she could consider herself fortunate that it took that long for her to feel it, but she did still feel it, and the longer it went on, the more she grew, the less the odds of ever finding anyone who could remotely get close to the level she was on.

To a certain extent, Sereen had begun working towards simple acceptance: she would grow and become a goddess in her own right, and likely restart the process by picking a random planet, selecting someone to be their avatar, and then having one hell of an epiphany on the nature of divinity. She had, somewhat, resigned herself to the idea that she was going to be alone at the top for the rest of eternity, constantly growing, constantly pushing her boundaries, and never quite finding anything that could compare.

But, once she breached the galactic plane, something happened. As the disk emerged from all around her, creating a definite barrier between what was and was not her galaxy, Sereen felt… watched. Not in the sense that the fur on the back of her neck stood on end, but the same sensation one had when someone else in the room glanced over to them, purely out of idle curiosity. She didn’t feel watched, in fact, she felt observed, as if some grand, incomprehensible creature had turned its eye on her after she grew big enough.

Not that this could be true, given that she was literally bigger than a galaxy, but the sensation didn’t go away no matter how much she felt it should’ve. If anything, her deliberately focusing on it in an attempt to get rid of it only made it more prominent in her mind’s eye, and soon enough, the giantess was actually turning around, executing complex spinning manoeuvres to get a better look at the universe around her.

It was during one of these turns that Sereen noticed a large section of space seemed suspiciously devoid of any stars. It wasn’t even subtle: for whatever reason, an enormous circular patch had just… nothing in it, like someone had stretched a tarp over it and forgot to make it anything less than obvious. She stared at it, hoping to determine just what was causing this phenomenon, only for the inevitable to happen, and the eye to open.

She was startled, to put it mildly. Many words left her mouth, none of which were the sort that should be used in polite company, and it took a long few minutes before she was calm enough to think straight; it definitely helped that, despite the difference in size, the creature looking at her did not once approach her, nor in fact do anything at all once it became clear the tiny Absol was aware of it.

Clearly, the solution was to grow and  meet it, as this had to be the source of her discomfort. Clearly, this… whatever it was, was responsible for her feeling watched, and thus it only made sense that she make an effort to confront it to try and extract some answers. Granted, she did have absolutely no idea what she was even growing to match, but she figured that if it was out there and hadn’t bapped her away, then it couldn’t be that bad.

What she couldn’t have imagined was that, on becoming large enough to see enough of this mysterious entity’s body, they would see something quite remarkably like herself: a head, a torso, a taurso, and enough endowments to make her blush just thinking about the mass of it all. It did take her a short while to piece it all together and come to the conclusion that she was looking at another one of her kind, surprisingly enough; at those scales, one seldom had the chance to absorb the big picture, when any component part of it was already too much for any one person to truly understand.

But there, floating in the vast emptiness of space, was a Houndoom. A tauric Houndoom, and one that Sereen vaguely recognised, even if she couldn’t put her finger on where from exactly. He, for he was definitely a he, provoked a sense of longing, of a lost truth being rediscovered; as if she’d forgotten a fundamental aspect of reality, and was just then reminded of what it was.

Several hours passed. Or maybe days. Aeons? Seconds, maybe, it was difficult to tell; time itself ceased to have any meaning once she reached that stage, especially once it was obvious that she was both ageless and physically unable to die. Nothing quite affected her anymore; even gravity was a suggestion, seeing as everything plunged towards her rather than anything else… at least, until the sheer scale of this other being became obvious.

And as it did, so too was his face revealed. It was the visual equivalent of tuning into a radio station: her eyes observed it, and knew it was there, but couldn’t quite make out in which dimension they should look, resulting in a distorted, otherworldly visage that her mind took a significant amount of time processing and translating into something that made some sense. When it did, however, the result was oddly, almost suspiciously familiar: she had seen that man before, even if she knew it was impossible.

Looking at her with an expression that mixed confusion and concern, the Houndoom spoke. Its words were lost in the vacuum; nothing could be heard if there was no medium through which sound could travel, but Sereen could hear him all the same: he spoke to her, directly, in a way that none had ever done. His words resonated inside of her skull, bouncing around in her mind until her poor, battered brain could translate them; in the end though, they turned out to be astonishingly simple, and indeed, so blunt that Sereen had to wonder what was happening at all:

“Are you alright?”

Of course she wasn’t “alright”, she’d just ascended to become a goddess and was now being accosted by an entity on a scale so much greater than herself that it defied imagination! To say that she was “alright” would be a grievous lie, not to mention a gargantuan understatement in and of itself; everything she thought she knew was clearly wrong, and now the one person responsible for it was acting like it was no big deal!

It was enough to draw a single, solitary twinge of annoyance out of the Absol, at least until she breathed in and realised how silly that was. Clearly, this Houndoom only wanted to help; they were concerned that she might be overwhelmed, and needed to make sure that she was ready to speak further, for otherwise they wouldn’t have made their presence clear. They had to know their newest visitor was prepared to interact with someone on their scale, and for that, Sereen could not fault them.

As she grew, and as more and more of this titan was brought into view, the more memories began flooding into the back of her head. They weren’t flashing by her eyes, like a forgotten trauma being relived; rather, they had always been there in some way, merely hidden underneath so many dampening layers that the layers themselves had become indistinguishable from the background noise of long-term memory. But she recognised that Houndoom; she recognised the intonation, the expression, the face of him. She recognised his build, especially the tauric half of it… she just never thought she’d ever see him again.

He had departed so long ago that many wondered if he was even real at all, or just some product of a mass hysteria by the folks closer to the coast. There were many that swore up and down that the Houndoom had been real, that they had travelled the land and done so many great things as to boggle the mind; plenty more would point out that no such being could ever exist without everyone becoming aware of them, which was, all in all, a fair argument to make.

But she was there now, and her very existence invalidated any such lines of debate. Her existing in the way she did proved that such forms of life were possible… even if Sereen herself was doubtful whether someone could’ve ascended to those sizes without her remembering them; surely, if the Houndoom had been a denizen of her world before becoming that large, then it would’ve been known fact. How could they have hidden themselves such that no one could remember them at all?

“I chose not to leave a trail,” the voice resonated within her again, followed by something that smelt of the regret felt at doing something one shouldn’t do, “sorry, force of habit. I thought it was better if people didn’t try to do what I did; I almost broke everything, so it was best if people just forgot about me. That’s why I’m out here: less of a chance of doing anything that might hurt someone.”

Preposterous. People at their scale, gods at their scale, they couldn’t harm anyone! By definition, they would simply be unable to bring any injury upon their little ones, for their own desire to help should render them incapable of doing so! One didn’t simply grow that large without, in some way, desiring for a better world, a better universe at that; the true gods, the ones above all, would never allow one to ascend without them having the purest of hearts.

At least, so Sereen hoped. The Houndoom seemed nice enough, so it was doubtful whether he could even bring harm to others if he tried, let alone accidentally; even if he bowled over the entirety of existence, it would be just like the world she herself carried in her bosoms: everything would fall into place, in some unfathomable way, such that no one would even so much as get scratched in the process.

But… it was fine. It was understandable that someone would not understand this; not everyone was like her, a devout follower of the goddess’ teachings. It would fall in line with the idea that this giant had been a regular person before their ascension, with them being entirely unaware of the deeper mysteries, the Laws that governed all of reality as per divine will. And if that was the case, then it also stood to reason that her responsibility was to now educate this Houndoom so they would know better.

Such power, and none of it being used for the betterment of others. It was tragic as well: none of it was contained out of jealousy or greed, but genuine fear and trepidation, with this ridiculous notion that anything done out of a legitimate want for aid and progress would ever result in a negative taking place. They were gods, and as such, their will would be done; if they issued a command to the cosmos, then it would listen, because that was just how things worked.

So she smiled. Sereen smiled, looking at an eye that shrunk more and more until, comparative to her, it reached the size of an actual eye. She smiled, as the Houndoom’s face was tuned into view, letting her see the young man for who he truly was: just another person, another soul lost amongst the stars, seeking guidance and in need of counselling, that they may know what to do next. And for Sereen, there was nothing better than a wayward, yet kind soul in need of some good shepherding.

His reaction was, predictably, to flinch and back away. Not everyone was prepared for those sorts of ministrations, and that was fine; the approach had to be custom-tailored to best fit the person they were being given to, as there was no one-size-fits-all when it came to spiritual rejuvenation. Sereen prided herself in being quite good at this; before leaving the convent, and even prior to adopting her more unorthodox methods, she understood the need for personalised intervention on a level deeper than any of her sisters.

The Absol extended one of her hands, inviting the Houndoom to take it into their own. By then, the two of them had somewhat equalised in size: not only had Sereen grown to meet the other titan, but he, in turn, seemed to either shrink themselves to see her halfway, or at least stopped growing so quickly. Their tauric forms echoed one another, perfectly symmetrical as far as the goddess saw it: two extremes, made manifest in physical bodies that simply couldn’t be.

One of the Houndoom’s front paws was pressed against one of her busts, rather than the hand offered. Exploratory a gesture as it might’ve been, it came with no end of… complications. So far, Sereen had operated under the assumption that none would ever be able to match her scale; while she had definitely felt stimulation, it mostly came from herself, with the Absol having begun to come to terms with the idea that no one would ever be able to give her exactly what she most wanted.

So for that Houndoom to casually reach out and sink one of his paws into one of her many busts was… divine, really, in the most literal sense of the word. The only reason he could even do so was because he was a god, just like her, and the only reason why she hadn’t broken in half from the pleasure of it was because of her own divine nature; the only reason the two were even there at all came from their godly souls, and the only reason why she didn’t push him away was because she needed him.

She was the goddess, he was the god. Together, they were both halves to a whole, ready to create a perfectly harmonious mega-being comprised of both their forms and minds; they would still be separate entities, but intertwined in such a way as to make them inseparable, as to make it impossible to know where one ended and another began. All of that, started with the simple gesture of a curious little pup pressing a paw against a tit far too big for him not to gawk at.

It got a chuckle out of Sereen, at least before her growth spurt kicked in. Of course she experienced a radical amount of expansion in such a short time period directly after receiving that singular grope: her body had been given the attention it craved, and now, it was going to release all the pent-up energy it had kept to itself throughout Sereen’s ascension process. Now, finally, it could become what it was meant to be, rather than what it could afford to become.

The poor Houndoom had a moment to notice things were getting cramped before a single nipple pushed him aside; from there, it was a short trip towards the Absol becoming so gargantuan that even a fraction of a bud was enough to thoroughly outsize the former titan, leaving him to stare “up” at a sight that left him… speechless would be a word, were he not already incapable of speaking in the conventional sense. But definitely along those lines

For Sereen, it was merely the ultimate, logical endpoint of her progression as a servant of the goddess, then an avatar for her, then becoming her. It was the state of being which enabled her to be the closest she could be to true divinity while still existing within the bounds of the mortal realms. It was herself, perfected, personified in a form that was at once magnificent, yet terrifying, one whose full dimensions could not be appreciated any anything less than another godlike entity.

Were a mortal to look at her, even the ones that she still carried somewhere in the folds of her busts, they would see nothing. Indeed, they would be looking at the night sky, as Sereen’s self now existed on wavelengths that non-divine souls simply couldn’t perceive; they would definitely feel her presence, enough so that they would be aware that they were before a goddess, but nothing more than that. As Sereen herself came to quickly realise, not unlike the relationship between them and their goddess, back when the two were not one and the same.

She did not perceive herself either: she knew herself. She knew where every inch of her body was, how many rows of cream-stuffed orbs she had, how many were in each one, how large they were down to the Planck Length. She knew how much space she occupied, and how much more she would occupy at any given point in time, in any given interval, with no margin for error: perfect understanding of herself, and of the copy she saw in front, reaching out for her.

It was a cosmic mirror. The other her did not exist, at least not in the conventional sense; the Absol she “saw”, reacting to her own motions in much the same way a literal reflection would, was merely a potential, a form of her body that could have existed if only things went slightly differently. And, right next to them, separated by the smallest of spaces, was another one, and then another, and another, repeated for infinity until a proton’s worth of width was capable of holding more versions of herself than there were atoms in the entirety of the universe.

This was Her. No longer a lower-case letter; this was what her destiny was, to become a goddess by absorbing all potential futures and pasts, until they were all reduced to just one possibility. To collapse the wave function into a singular Sereen, one that could restart the cycle along with her precious Houndoom, that they may give the universe a chance to rest and recuperate after what was certain to be an explosive birth. She knew, in that moment, that when she touched her many other selves, they would all cease to be.

They would become Her.

There was a moment of hesitation. Blake saw it, from his vantage point down “below”, where he struggled to see even a fraction of a fraction of Sereen’s form; he saw her flinch, her hand moving backwards as if she weren’t quite certain of what to do. He was aware, as well, of what she wanted to do… as well as the consequences of it.

Having just met her, it felt insane to even try and intercede in this matter. For him to do anything at all would be to overstep his bounds, even if he found nothing but undying, unconditional love flowing from the top goddess above him. Perhaps, he thought to himself, he should just keep quiet, and not say or do anything.

Or, perhaps, he should accept that he was accepted, and move to do what Sereen clearly wanted him to do: just be himself, and do what felt right, even if his more rational side decried it as lunacy. So, with a smile on his face, he turned towards the Absol, and once again placed one of his tauric paws on her; it was nothing, physically, but he was sure she felt what he told her with that gesture.

Go forward.

And multiply.