For Starters - Part 2 - 2 (Commission for EonKitty)

TAGS: Growth/Expansion, Goddess/Godlike, Food/Gorging, Weight/Weight Gain

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Hell, she probably infected herself with it, given the sort of attitude on display, and the fact of the matter was that nothing that was happening could, indeed, be happening; Kitty was beyond convinced that what he was going through was actually some sort of complex and multi-layered hallucination, something that had begun the moment that the Latias first approached the island he was with Emily on… or perhaps even sooner, now that he gave it a moment’s thought. Maybe nothing had been real, and his entire life with the cat goddess had actually been a lie, cooked up by his brain as a result of some traumatic event he couldn’t remember; maybe he’d just imagined it all, and he was actually lying on a bed somewhere, deep into a coma that had just taken one hell of a weird turn. Perhaps, as he wondered to himself with a grimace and a great deal of horrible thoughts swimming in his head, he had simply made everything up, and he had never truly felt Emily’s touch, never spent a tender moment with her, never done anything remotely romantic with the gorgeous giantess, on account of her not existing. It made the most sense, given what was happening in front of him (or, at least, what looked to be happening), because what else was he going to believe in? That he had somehow been made to witness the ascension of two deities born of mortal origin? That he had just been lounging atop an immense Emily and the whole thing had turned into a planet-shattering fattening experience in under half an hour? The change was too radical, too extreme for him to even begin to accept the possibility that it was actually happening, and soon enough Kitty was coming up with all manner of ways that the entire sequence of events could’ve been hallucinated by an overtaxed mind. Anything, really, to avoid coming to the realization that what he was seeing was actually there, that most of the space between Venus and Mars was rapidly being overrun by a Latias body that refused to slow down or stop, that Emily herself was barely able to keep up with the demand and rapidly lost the size race… yet, for some reason, the feline goddess didn’t look all that concerned. It was a combination of factors that left him unable to truly understand or process what was going on, and if not for the fact that he was still hanging from the very tip of Emily’s fingers, Kitty might’ve genuinely convinced himself that he was just imagining things; as it stood, however, having his mate’s warmth, her presence be so close to him, even if the degrees of separation between the two were so absurd, made it downright impossible for him to deny what it was he was experiencing. Yes, he could remain there, floating, being hung towards a phantom “down” by Emily, and declare the whole thing a sham; he could probably come up with a few dozen good, compelling arguments for how what he was seeing was a physical impossibility that literally could not be happening. Yet for every second that it nonetheless did, Kitty grew more and more tired of the idea of resisting; a nugger, a small nucleus had formed within his mind, one that yearned for the cat to stop complaining so much and to just enjoy life as it was given to him, to stop second-guessing and just throw himself head first into whatever happened to tickle his fancy. And while normally Kitty wouldn’t be so quick to throw himself off the proverbial cliff down towards his own insanity, he had to wonder if he wasn’t doing something incredibly stupid by clinging onto the belief that everything was wrong and he couldn’t possibly be experiencing what he was experiencing. Maybe, as he eventually came around to thinking, maybe he should take what he was given and not look a gift horse in the mouth; maybe everything did happen, and his momentary belief that it was all a lie had merely been the final hurrah for a brain desperately trying to come to terms with a new reality that was at once scary, terrifying, and yet thoroughly awe-inspiring. It was awesome in the literal sense of the word, and only more so the longer it was allowed to progress; here, of course, being the best part about it all: it could only progress. As much as Kitty liked to think that he held some degree of influence over Emily’s decision-making, being the “responsible one” as she liked to put it, he couldn’t just snap his fingers and make things go away when the goddess cat decided to weave over existing reality and create something new, much less the incomprehensible heights of power that two goddesses working together could attain and wield without sacrificing part of themselves in the process. He could protest, sure (not that he would), and he could absolutely do his level best to make it clear that the two were being incredibly irresponsible, but what else could he do besides that? Write a letter? Shout? No, he was well and truly stuck watching the events unfold, and to a certain extent, that was all he really wanted to do; much as he might feel like denying it, the whole scene was pushing buttons he never knew he had, and despite how much he believed he should protest Sierra in particular being so ravenous as to consume their homeworld, being able to see her grow so colossal, so gargantuan, that he could barely even make out where her body’s curves began, left him feeling… complete. Like this was something that had been missing, but he hadn’t been aware of it until just then, an odd sense of fulfillment and accomplishment that did very little to assuage his doubts regarding his own sanity; surely, sane people didn’t suddenly have epiphanies just because they saw others being really big, but perhaps the scale of it had something to do with the potency of the revelation. Typically, most folks who ate a lot had a tendency to immobilize themselves given enough time and food; they didn’t turn themselves into icons of gluttony with the power to destroy entire planets using only the force of their own willpower, nor did they shake and rumble the very foundations upon which reality was built just because they were ever-so-slightly horny. But, perhaps, this was precisely why the sight of Sierra activated so many hidden functionalities within Kitty: it was the fact that she did transform into something greater that signified her power, her dominion over reality, her ability to mould and reshape existence such that it catered to her interests rather than the other way around. He actually felt slightly guilty for his emotions running so high; on some level, he knew it was wrong of him to ditch Emily so quickly in favour of another source of stimulation, but then he’d look back up at her and notice that the cat goddess looked to be at least as enraptured as he was, so he figured it was fine. The two of them were going along for the ride, and no matter how hard they tried, it was impossible for them to act like what they were seeing was in any way normal; Emily, perhaps, had the excuse that she had always been capable of doing something like this, but what of Kitty? What of the precious little kitten who, at times, had difficulty with the shopping bags? What was he supposed to do, other than have his mind slowly warped by the sheer sight of the giantess growing ever larger, breaking through bounds he never even knew existed? Well, there was just that: he was a watcher, an observer, an avid consumer as it was, and on some level, Sierra knew this. While she was still the same-old glutton as before, and was mostly concerned with the mere exercise of eating and nothing else, at least part of her psyche had latched onto the possibility that she might just be making that adorable little kitten blush so hard the colour was stained permanently into his fur. He had, after all, taken refuge underneath her belly back at the island, so it only made sense that he should have some degree of infatuation for that sort of thing; and if that held true, then who  knew what might happen if she were to, say, devour the entire of the Solar System purely to see how fat she could get? Who knew, then, what would happen if she kept going regardless, turning into even more of a mindless blob of ravenous consumption the further out she went? No one did, and that was the worst of it; it stood to reason that questions as important as these required answers, and since no one else was willing to provide her with any, Sierra figured she would find out for herself… after being given a generous size boost, of course. There were so many great and wonderful things yet left to learn in that great universe of hers, and so many of them were probably delicious and would go down great with some spices, maybe even sautéed in the plasma heat of a star along with a sprinkle of nebula; just the thought alone was enough to leave the Latias giggly, especially since she was theoretically perfectly capable of ripping apart large stellar structures without even batting an eye at the absurdity of it, just as long as she was hungry enough. This was her drive, her motivation: this endless, seemingly mindless hunger that had manifested so deep within her soul that it might as well have been a fundamental part of herself all along, never mind how that was a flagrant violation of basic causality. She was a goddess now, and thus timeless; she had always been, and always would be, and if the cosmos itself disagreed, then it had another thing coming entirely, because Sierra had her narrative and she was going to stick to it no matter how much it cost her and everything else around her. In fact, the more it strained reality the better, since if the very fabric of existence was fraying at the edges, it made it easier for her to take all the loose ends and fashion new cloth from them… or something along those lines, it was hard to come up with good metaphor when she was so beyond aroused that it was hard to describe with words just how hard her buttons were being pressed. It was as if she was filled with the best meal to have ever been made, stacked upon itself a couple of dozen times and handed to her for free, that she might delight in the sheer excess of it all without having to concern herself with anything else. It was the ultimate manifestation of material greed, and no matter how much the little ones still down below protested, this was just how things went nowadays: if they were barely holding onto their tiny chunk of rock, then clearly this meant that they hadn’t tried hard enough, since if they had, they would’ve been upgraded to the Latias’ belly rather than being condemned to a miserable and lonely existence floating around her without ever knowing the glory of her body. Hell, even Emily was getting in on the action, and she had been a reluctant participant for so long that Sierra had genuinely forgotten that she was even there at all! The giantess had to remind herself that she wasn’t the only goddess in town, that the feline deity somewhere next to her triangle markings was still technically a being on her level; to be fair, it was easy to forget this when Emily herself rarely, if ever, made use of her powers in a way that even begun to rival what Sierra did, forcing the Latias to transfer a wealth of energy from herself into the cat in the hopes of at least triggering a proper growth spurt. Either that or she was going to be stuck as the only titaness around for so long that she might as well not even get started at all; what was the point of that being if there was no one to share it with? Unfortunately, it felt as if Emily was actively resisting her calling, like the cat had decided to remain small, despite the fact that they were very clearly enjoying themselves if all those mental projections coming out of her were any indication. The feline might very well try and disguise it, but she was loving every second of every minute of the ongoing transformation; her thoughts didn’t lie, from the most surface level to the deepest ones, all of them suffused in such absurd quantities of horny that it was a wonder she could even think about anything at all! Sierra was left perplexed at how a creature like them, in a state like that, would be able to just… not. It felt downright contradictory that Emily would be going through such a state of heightened arousal and yet wouldn’t also be growing so quickly as to outpace the Latias, doubly so considering they had their own means of providing sustenance that didn’t rely on existing planetary bodies. Yet, despite this, the cat was seemingly content in floating there and letting things happening, poking and prodding at the bigger goddess while occasionally letting slip the odd flirtatious thought or alluring expression. It took a bit before Sierra fully realized what was happening, and when she did, the shame she experienced at the epiphany was powerful indeed… if eminently temporary and prone to evaporating the moment it first slipped from the Latias’ full attention. For she simply hadn’t considered the possibility that Emily was deliberately stunting her own growth for the sake of the bigger goddess; after all, she herself wouldn’t, not when the alternative was being as big as she damn well wanted, which just made that moment of insight all the more shocking, and made the ensuing moments of confirmation have even more weight than they normally would have. For Emily was sacrificing herself for her sake, preventing their body from growing like it was supposed to just so that their newest friend could experience apotheosis first. It was a selfless act on a scale that Sierra had never once thought would be possible, and indeed it was such a strain on Emily herself that the feline occasionally winced and flinched whenever a particularly strong pulse of power had to be redirected into the Latias. Yet she floated there, defiant of her own urges, insistent on making sure that it was Sierra who received the brunt of the growth, a wicked grin spread across her lips, and two very busy hands keeping herself occupied; Kitty was lucky that his mate had completely forgotten about him, seeing as instead of being left alone atop Sierra’s vastness, he had once more plunged into the depths of Emily’s body… only very literally that time around. One last look at starlight before he vanished from sight, and from there on he simply lacked the willpower needed to keep him conscious and properly cognizant; he’d occasionally bob back up to the surface and become semi-aware of what was happening to him, but the simple knowledge of where he was, and what Emily was doing to him, was enough to send him reeling back to a half-awake fugue state, from where he’d only escape to go back to it in an endless, vicious cycle. And it would be endless as well; he did not know for certain that he was immortal, or that the two goddesses nearest to him were eternal, but he… knew. He didn’t know, but he was aware that it was a truth, a certainty, imprinted upon the very fabric of existence itself, that neither Emily or Sierra could ever truly end. Theirs was a perpetual state of being, one that would ensure that the two would experience  the pleasure they were owed; for they were owed all of it, ecstatic and maximized, until the stars ran cold and the universe held still, then further on until it all started over again and the cycle could be renewed. They were owed this timeline and the next, the one before and all the others beyond, until every waking moment that could ever truly be perceived was filled to the brim by the all-consuming pleasure that made up the very souls of Sierra and Emily. It was an apotheosis on a scale never before seen, shaking the foundations of reality and whatever else contained it, until the very Laws that governed what could and could not be were altered to better fit the two entities that had just hijacked their cosmos in order to feed their insatiable desires. And again, he didn’t “know” any of this, just like he didn’t know a great many things but was simply aware that they were real; he had no clue how gravity worked, but he knew that things pulled other things, and the bigger this thing was, the stronger the gravitational pull. He knew the Sun was a giant ball of plasma undergoing nuclear fusion, and though he couldn’t even begin to wrap his head around it, he still felt the rays of sunlight on his face and the warmth provided by their local star. Likewise, though he couldn’t explain the intricacies of universal Law, nor how they affected reality and the underpinnings of it, he knew, in a gut, instinctive sense, that both Emily and Sierra were now perpetual, godlike entities. It just made sense, whenever he stopped to think about it at least; just a second’s thought, that’s all he needed to know that those two would never be going away, that they would be living through a thousand thousand multiverses and look at that as if it were nothing but the blink of an eye… and so would he. A dreadful moment, one where the crushing existential realization truly sunk in after he truly thought about the temporal abyss he was about to fall into, though thankfully just that: a moment. It passed, and as soon as he was pressed against the inner lining of his beloved Emily, he was far gone and beyond the point where he even had the mental capacity to care. He was safe, in his own personal heaven, and though it did pain him somewhat, as it did leave him thoroughly and completely wrecked on account of the serious workout he was getting, it was better than floating there waiting for the Latias to develop enough of a gravitational pull that he could safely walk on it without fear of jumping off. Not that this fear was founded in any kind of reality, since Sierra had long-since surpassed her former homeworld when it came to g; hell, the only reason why the sun hadn’t fallen to her yet was only because she had decided to keep it around until the rest of its system was devoured properly, since otherwise she’d have to flail about trying to find where all the tiny rocks were. Jupiter was easy to find, but Pluto? At her scale, it would’ve been just as easy to ask her to fetch a single breadcrumb from her belly, as not only had she bloated from her consumption, but the very unleashing of her deific power had caused a significant amount of swelling as well. She took a bite, but she gained several; she would down a mouthful, and fatten by several feasts’ worth; it was difficult to discern whether it was a case of her divine power amplifying what she was consuming, or if she was merely growing by feeding directly off the wellspring of might that was her soul, but whatever the case may be, the Latias was big. Absurdly big, to the point where it made no sense that she was capable of reaching that size, since nothing alive should be capable of existing on such scales; her belly alone was about as wide as Uranus’ orbit, and so positively colossal that, had Sierra not already consumed them, it would’ve bumped every planet between the Sun and the lucky gas giant into deep space. As it stood, it had a lot of empty room to grow into, and would have even more as soon as the Latias was done flipping around and pointing it away from where the local planetary system used to be. It was astounding how, just a few moments earlier, Sierra had been trying to grapple with the reality of what she was; how, until just a relatively short amount of time ago, the giantess was still thinking like a planetbound demi-goddess, one whose reign would be short, constrained, and ultimately completely forgotten by the universe at large. Now she was staring down said universe and thinking to herself how curiously delicious it would be if she got her wings on it, if she guzzled it all down, if she devoured it like the meal that it was. Now she was looking at herself and wondering why it had taken her so long to recognize her own divinity, when, in retrospect, it was so obviously there and just waiting to be pulled out for all to see. Even worse, it was a disrespect to every little one in existence; sure, she may have eaten her world, and probably all of them while she was at it, but they weren’t gone, they were somewhere in her belly, enjoying a ride that would never end! Her intention wasn’t to kill anyone or actually devour them, but rather, the mere act of eating, absent any of the regular stuff that tended to happen when lesser biological beings threw anything in their mouths; if this was the case, then eventually her belly would shrink after she was done digesting, and that was just unacceptable. No, she merely added the mass to herself, and part of that meant preserving every soul lucky enough to have been within range when she took their homeworld and turned it into yet more pudge for her glorious self. Unfortunately for all those not of Earth, awareness of their fate would have to be a luxury that few were afforded; sadly, Sierra already had her hands full trying to contain her gluttony when she ate her hold home planet, and by the time she reached the next civilization, it was quite likely that their world would barely constitute a fraction of a decimal point of the Latias’ total mass. She just… wouldn’t be aware of them, making it impossible for her to truly care about what happened to the wayward souls. Not that this meant they would be consumed like the landmass they used to call home, of course; the protection of all life was now Sierra’s prerogative after all, just as it had been back on Earth! It was really just a matter of scale, seeing as she was already supposedly in charge of defending her precious little ones, so now that she’d upgraded to being stellar-sized, it only made sense that her sphere of influence should extend to all life, not just the one she was familiar with. I mean, really, who was going to stop her? Some non-existent god-thing that hadn’t bothered to show up yet? Or was it just her, her and Emily in fact, who were meant to protect all of reality from whatever could possibly threaten it? Granted, the biggest threat right about now were themselves, but that was neither here nor there; they would keep good care of their charges, and the best way to do it just so happened to be via the devourment of all that existed!