Three-Headed Domination - Part 2 (Patreon Commission+ for Cookiechip54)

TAGS: Growth/Expansion, Macro/Macro Growth, Giantess, Goddess/Divine Dominance, Mass Consumption

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Now, most people would think this was nonsense, and for most people, they would be right. But Trinity wasn’t most people, and once she crossed the barrier over to space, she wouldn’t have anything else to use if she wanted to get a good filling before starting the whole process all over again. Thus, the best way around this was to squeeze as much fun out of the proceedings as possible while she still could, and given her size was quite large by that point, the only thing she could feasibly use was the largest thing available on her continent: thus, a mountain. It wasn’t as if she was going to hurt herself either, as truth be told, she’d probably crush rock before the opposite happened; if not for the fact that she was deliberately holding back, Trinity was reasonably certain each of her footsteps would be powerful enough to crack the planet down to the core and perhaps further beyond, needing her to exercise extra care when moving around. Once more, not that she actually wanted to keep the planet around for longer than necessary, but the giantess had yet to get off properly even once since starting her rampage, so she might as well get that out of the way before moving on to the next step. Hence, when she spotted the mountain ranges off the west approaching over the horizon, she had to be careful not to run too quickly, lest she accidentally end up breaking the tectonic plate into multiple smaller bits; not that it would be the first time, but she still needed things to be mostly intact while she went ahead and did her thing. Thankfully, the planet was sturdy enough to take her at her most careless, such that when the titaness positioned herself directly above the tallest peak, dripping and drooling in equal measure, there were only a few cracks leaking magma left in her wake. Granted, not a lot that could be done in that case, but at least she had a whole mountain to shove up her slit and stuff her with about as much gusto as would have a cock do the same; it wasn’t just as good, but hey, it was something, and when she had herself half-filled and the tip of that thing ready to push against cervix, Trinity couldn’t exactly bring herself to care about distinctions. What did it matter if it was an actual dick or something else? It was long, big, absolutely rock hard (and quite literally at that), and it withstood her bouncing on it… for about a couple of minutes. The unfortunate reality of it was that the giantess was still her, and being her meant that her size was never quite stable for more than a few seconds, one moment she might be a few miles tall, and in the next she made that size look puny with how much she’d grown in the blink of an eye. It was made worse whenever she had anything driving up her arousal, since all it took was a momentary distraction for her to let her proportions get out of control, and having an entire mountain to use as a dildo… certainly counted as a distraction, for lack of a better word. In between the moaning and heavy breathing, there wasn’t much left inside Trinity’s head that much cared for holding herself back, and in the process of utterly ruining an entire mountain range, the three-headed canid ended up ruining pretty much everything around it as well. The environmental damage alone was incalculable, enough so that, even if she wasn’t about to completely destroy the planet, it was already wrecked all by her own actions: from the multiple ravines spanning hundreds of miles to the quakes having disturbed the inner and outer cores, the whole globe was just a few moments away from destabilizing completely, taking everything on it along the ride when it finally broke apart. Frankly, what Trinity was doing was nothing if not a favour; at the very least, her bouncing on a mountain hastened the collapse enough that no one would have to worry too much about what was going on; plus, the arousal gave her a sufficient growth boost that it only took her about a couple of minutes before she started feeling cramped on her own homeworld, and from there it was a handful of seconds before she sighed, looked up, and then effortlessly hopped into orbit. It was so easy, and yet it never got old… though it did herald a change in scenery that left her feeling thoroughly unsatisfied, given she hadn’t actually cum back on the planet. There was never enough time; no matter how much she tried to slow down, she never managed to force a climax out of herself in the time it took for her to grow big enough to outsize the whole planet. This was, partly, why she was so eager to start chomping down on it: if she couldn’t find pleasure the conventional way, then alternate paths were required, other options to be taken… options such as outright devourment. It took very little effort to go from merely “too big to fit” to outright being capable of holding the planet in her hands; Trinity’s growth being what it was, it became significantly easier to become much larger much faster the bigger she already was, to the point where, once she hit stellar sizes, it’d be child’s play to absorb the rest of existence within the hour. But for the time being, a few minutes after leaving Earth, she was looming down upon the broken, ruined world, cradling it in her open palms, licking all three of her lips; down below, still stuck on her bust, those couple hundred lucky souls were wondering where everything would end, when they would be given their heaven, and why exactly they were alive when they were in a vacuum. A few had begun to realize that maybe their goddess wasn’t as merciful as they would’ve liked to think, but by then, what were they supposed to do? Jumping only brought them back down, and it wasn’t as if they could build a rocket to escape from the giantess’ gravitational pull; all they could do was sit or stand there, looking up as their former homeworld was cracked open like an egg, the “yolk” within barely holding together under its own mass attraction. The whole spectacle was silent; there was no atmosphere through which sound could reach any of their ears, forcing the spectators to observe as their home was utterly destroyed and its creamy insides scooped out at the goddess’ leisure. It was the best part of the process for her, at least as far as she cared to grade any one section of it above any other; there was something so delectably obscene about being able to drink up the gooey interior of the planet, slurping her way down to the solid nugget at the very core of it all. For most, the idea was ludicrous: drinking magma, especially in such large quantities? Only a monster could do such a thing, and gladly, Trinity fit that description to a T. Giggling to herself in the deep and dark quiet of the outer cosmos, the titaness “tipped” the broken planet towards her, using her dominion over reality itself to split the spillage of iron and nickel into three so that all of her heads could taste of the bounty, taking in deep gulps as she delighted herself upon the core of her former homeworld… for about ten seconds, if even that much, as the difference in size between herself and the planet made sure that its insides weren’t that filling any longer. After she was done, it was a matter of crunching down the two halves and shoving it into her outer mouths, while the central one turned to face the little ones upon her bust. They were so tiny that she couldn’t see them anymore, at least not visually; she could still taste their aura, sense their souls glaring down there, so miniscule and yet so filling, flickering as their minds tried to make sense of what was about to happen. A minority had, unfortunately figured out what their true purpose was, but thankfully the vast majority was still fooled by the whole goddess act, enough so that they were happily sitting around waiting for their blessings to be given to them. It was wonderful, really, when Trinity bent down to give herself a long, exceedingly slow lick, making sure to stick her tongue out as far as she could manage, starting at the base of her breast and moving out towards the tip, giving the little ones upon her bust just enough time to realize what was going on, just enough time to come to terms with the fact that they weren’t actually being served Heaven, but quite the opposite. Oh, how delicious it was, to sense their fear, to feel their dread clutching at their throats and hearts, as a few even went so far as to outright beg and pray for their salvation; how silly of them to think that she would let her prey pray, that Trinity would even begin to care about what her snacks thought, as opposed to gleefully cleaning her plate several times over. It was just as mouth-watering as she envisioned it, perhaps more so; it had been a while since she allowed a crop like that one to mature as much as it did, turning what was already supposed to be a delicious snack into something beyond her ability to describe. Each and every little one, despite their diminutive size, was a twang of flavour upon her tongue and an explosion of taste on the back of her throat, to say nothing of how filling they ended up being once they finally reached her stomach. It was with a smile that Trinity mopped up the last few remnants of her little colony of devotees, having to keep herself from burping as the last one wriggled their way down into her churning, rumbling belly. Now, however, came the worst part: the ascension. Worse in that she was alone out there, and after having her way with her old planet, very little was left beyond the usual. Maybe, if she weren’t so absolutely gargantuan that she dwarfed any other life-bearing world out there, she’d be able to enjoy herself a little bit more, but alas, her size made it impossible to meaningfully interact with anything other than stars, and even then she was at the absolute upper bound of that category as well. By the time she turned her attention to the Sun, Trinity was more than capable of tearing it to ribbons purely through proximity, having to exercise care not to blow the whole thing up from tidal forces alone. Even then, all it really took was her snapping her fingers for the previously bright star to darken in just a single moment, all of its constituent mass siphoned into her, willed into her body with about as much effort as one would take a breath. Not that this was necessarily a good comparison, given that Trinity didn’t really need to breathe anymore; being a goddess in her own right, her deciding that she wanted to be alive was more than enough for reality to adjust accordingly, and if it wasn’t, then it was now. She could sense the cosmos trying to write her out of existence in one last, futile attempt at maintaining order, but she was having none of it; the titaness was there to stay, and it wouldn’t be the sanctity of the laws of physics that said otherwise. If she had to break c in order to exist, then tough luck, c would just have to put itself back together. Not her fault that the universe couldn’t withstand her as she was, she didn’t ask to be so powerful that the very laws of reality failed to apply to her. It was just something that happened really, and if not for her taking the time to put everything back together when she was done, there wouldn’t be a universe to raise an objection; she was the only one who had the power to put everything back together, she was the only one who had the will to go through with it, and she was the only one who had the right to decide when, where and how the entirety of existence was reset, damn whoever thought otherwise. And as she loomed over what remained of her old stellar system, little more than a handful of comets that had yet escaped her cascading rampage, Trinity once again felt the same surge of power that came rushing through her every time she actually stopped to think about what she was doing. She liked to complain that she didn’t have a suitably colossal lover to stuff her, or something equivalent to help deal with her urges, but the fact of the matter was that, as soon as she began drinking from reality itself, as soon as her body absorbed existence on a fundamental level, everything else paled by comparison. What was a cock compared to the full and complete dominance of all that ever was and could be? What was a simple lover next to her dominion over spacetime? Nothing, just like the rest of the universe was when placed by her side, nothing but matter and mass for her to consume and devour, for Trinity to gorge herself upon and grow ever larger, ever more powerful, until there was nothing left but herself, the sum total of all that existed or ever could exist. In that exalted moment, she would know perfection and totality, the true meaning of godhood and Royalty; in that moment, she would glimpse the true form of reality and see it for what it was: a thing to be reshaped at her will. She was not a slave to Law, but a Lawmaker; she alone decided what was and was not truth, what guidelines the cosmos would abide by in the next go-around; it was a wonderful game she played with herself, deciding what would happen after she hit the reset button and sent everything careening back to where it used to be. Maybe she’d make it so that everyone was extra plump, and thus capable of providing a much more filling meal right off the bat; perhaps she would change it so that the entire universe was far more populated than it was in reality, really make an entire extragalactic hyper-empire with quintillions of souls for her to devour. Maybe even alter a few universal constants so that she’d be able to feel everything going down, rather than needing to seek greater and greater stimulation the bigger she became; really, with her level of control over things, the sky wasn’t even the limit, seeing as there was no limit as far as she was concerned. If she could imagine it, it could be made real, and if it were made real then she could further abuse it for her own gain, right up until the point where it ceased to exist once more and she had to start over. Trinity couldn’t even recall a point in time in which she wasn’t like this; hell, by the time she began poking out from above and below the galactic plane, she couldn’t even remember whether that go-around was the same one she remembered from earlier that “morning”, or if there had been an indeterminate amount of iterations that had simply faded away into the background of eternity. With the recursion inherent to her existence, it was supremely difficult to tell where one run began and another ended, or even if there was a beginning and an ending, a discrete moment in which things were and where things were not, as opposed to a continuum stretching forever in every direction as a result of her very own actions. Really, were it not for her having three good heads on her shoulders, it was likely that Trinity would’ve forgotten herself already, lost in the throes of goddesshood until she simply became one with whatever counted as the underlying fabric of reality. It took a significant amount of effort for her to retain her form and physicality, effort she had to put in every day, because ultimately, it was the only way she could do what she truly wanted to do: eat. That was her passion, her drive: to consume, to feast, to gorge, to open her mouth and have the universe at large be siphoned into it, until there was nothing left of it but an inky, murky darkness within which no light existed. An empty cosmos, filled only with herself as the sole creature, entity and object, until such a point as she snapped her fingers and put everything back where it was supposed to be. Repeat this process a million times over, stack a similarly-exponential on top of it, and maybe one could get close to what it was like to be Trinity, to understand how difficult it was to not just give in and become a true goddess, as opposed to deliberately holding back for the sake of sating her urges. Maybe that was the true test; maybe she was supposed to escape the cycle by learning how to become one with herself and her abilities, relinquishing control over her divinity and giving up her very mortal, very earthly desires for the sake of greater enlightenment. Like samsara, she was stuck in an eternal, turning wheel, one she was strapped to and just as much a victim of as anyone else; it just so happened that she held far more power than the common mortal, yet was also subject to the same horrible fate of going through the whole thing again, and again, kalpa after kalpa, for all of eternity… or until she escaped, of course. It was all very spiritual, and if Trinity was in the slightest bit of a mood for it, she might’ve considered the possibility that it might be correct; fortunately for her, she had better things to worry about than silly cycles and the beliefs of people she had devoured just a few minutes prior, so the thought vanished from her mind about as quickly as it first appeared. All three of her heads giggled as they happily munched through what parts of the galactic disk they could find, all three thinking the same thing: how ridiculous it was to assume that they’d ever want to stop. Sure, it was hard to remember when things began and ended, and her existence had turned into some kind of eldritch constant that should not be removed lest it cause reality to collapse in on itself, but that was just it: she liked it that way. Every new run was one she found more enjoyment in, every single go-around being significantly more delicious than the one before it; after all, the first time she’d gone and devoured the universe, there wasn’t anything in there that made ripened souls more delicious than regular ones, nor indeed could she even taste the difference at all! It was a matter of refinement, of her going through the motions and upgrading her experience one step at a time, until the countless number of modifications all stacked up into a truly heavenly experience. And as most of the galaxy was taken into her maws, as all the stars were blotted out and the only thing remaining was the supermassive black hole at the very center of it, the one thing the giantess could think of was how lucky she was that she had all the time in existence and more to savour everything she was doing. Yet, the longer she considered it, the more she began to wonder if maybe there wasn’t more to it; yes, the exercise of consuming entire cosmic structures was absolutely one that she loved going through from beginning to end, and she wouldn’t let go of it for anything in the… well, not world, but the sentiment remained. But she kept having intrusive thoughts on whether or not she was living up to her full potential; after all, there must have been a time when she was less than she was at the present, and if that held true then, then why couldn’t it hold true now? Who was to say that she, even at the state she was in, couldn’t yet become more powerful? Who was to say that she was at the best she ever could be, that there wasn’t some way for her to unlock further secrets, for her to manipulate reality on a finer level, until everything she already did felt like more of an amateurish attempt at truly altering things on the part of some fledging baby deity than anything truly godlike. Maybe, she thought to herself as she crushed that immense black hole in one hand and siphoned the mass from it with the other, she was only catching a glimpse of what she could truly do, and had yet to truly realize her potential in a way that truly mattered; maybe, she was just one step away from understanding a fundamental truth about meta-existence, and had been kept from it because she was too busy pleasuring herself on a regular basis and not paying attention to all the subtle clues that were definitely there. And if that was the case, then just what had she been missing on? How many wondrous things were there that she hadn’t yet had the chance to exploit, how many truths left to uncover because she was too busy munching on galaxies rather than anything more substantial? Questions to definitely be asked, and questions she absolutely could answer if only she put her mind to it for half a second. She looked around herself, at the dark matter filaments connecting the hotspots of baryonic matter, at the network webbing that held all of existence within her instance of the multiverse, and wondered: could she make use of it? Not in the way she usually did, but rather, take all of it and turn it into fuel for a proper ascension, where she would, indeed, break the cycle… just not in the way that old philosophers and thinkers had thought of. There was a whole cosmos there for her to use, and not many things that could stop her (arguably none, assuming one discounted time), so there was really no reason for her not to throw herself fully into this new pursuit and see what came of it. She could very easily compound all existing matter into one tiny spot, forcing it down into the same, or similar-enough conditions to the very start of reality, and then… well, she didn’t quite know what then, but there was probably something she could do that would let her breach the outer boundaries of her little cosmic marble. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense: everything she’d done, she’d done so within the bounds of her own universe, even when she reached the very edge of it. Ultimately, she still had to turn back around and reset things, rather than going forward and seeing what was on the other side, assuming there was a “side” beyond it to begin with. It was one of those questions she’d asked herself a few times, but had never quite taken the extra steps needed to actually find an answer to; now though, now that she’d thought about it, now that the matter was nagging at the back of her head, Trinity had to know. Even if it cost her her universe, she needed to break through and find out what awaited her beyond it, needed to know what secrets were being kept just on the other side of the veil.