Executive Takeover - Part 1 (Commission for Won)

TAGS: M/M, Growth/Expansion, Macro Growth, Ascension/Godlike

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It had to be a dream of course, nothing of that sort could ever happen in reality, but the amount of pleasure they were deriving from it was making it harder and harder to accept this; normally, reaching such an apex of carnal bliss only to then keep going would’ve instantly woken them, surrounded by cum after what were, presumably, multiple orgasms already. Despite this, and despite the fact that what they were experiencing far outstripped anything they had ever dreamed of before, they didn’t wake up; stranger still, they began noticing this confusion in the other one, which was either their brain’s convoluted way of making the dream more “realistic”... or an indication that they were both actually as big as their home city and still growing faster with every passing moment. A moment, that’s what it was; a moment where their world hung in the balance and perspective gained threatened to overcome the enjoyment they had been experiencing so far. A moment, when their rational selves imposed some measure of order over this chaos they had been going through, a moment where they tried to make sense of everything… and a moment, which passed. That was all it was: an instant among many, the last hurrah of a couple of minds who yet tried to cling onto the last remnants of sanity in a world gone mad in just the right way, now gone like dust in the wind, puffed into the aether and leaving behind only the sections of the giants’ brains that were interested in making them grow even larger than before. It was liberating, in a way, to not have to worry about all the realistic implications of rapidly outsizing their state; they weren’t thinking about how thin the air was, up above where their heads had breached the clouds, nor of the issue with gravitational pull, once they were high up enough they could clearly see the curvature of the planet. For Rex and Won, things would just fix themselves, and all they had to do was keep going and enjoy themselves; the universe had provided for their ascension, thus, their job was to shut up and accept the gift as it was intended, with everything else being entirely secondary. Hence, the noises: the roaring and yowling and moaning and howling, thunderous and booming as it rolled across the landscape, ripping roofs off houses and breaking glass wherever the sonic shockwaves crashed. Hence, the motions: the stomping of paws, the grinding of hips, the eventual collapse when neither of the titans could hold onto themselves any longer and needed something solid to rest upon. This very nearly cracked the planet in half by the time it happened, as both the werewolf and tiger had become so large as to just not fit anymore; they might as well be trying to lie down on an undersized beanbag, such was the discomfort. Thankfully, they had plenty of room in literally every other direction, as space had a tendency for being devoid of anything that could possibly be a bother; nothing but room, as far as either of them could see. It was so easy to leave the planet as well; by the point they could, it was as simple as pushing the Earth down and there it was, they were in orbit. Both their forms had become so immense that they could hug their homeworld and be able to touch their own fingertips, and they were only getting bigger with every second more that passed. Soon enough they wouldn’t need to hug anything; they could merely hold the planet in one hand, then on their palm like a marble, until finally they needed to carefully hold it between their index and thumb, their forms having surpassed the Sun in raw mass and size as well. It happened so quickly that they really had no chance but to accept it; to stop and consider what had happened would mean wasting time on analyzing something that, by all means, should not have taken place. What their bodies did was, by all accounts, impossible; it broke every law of physics, biology, and probably several more fields that Won and Rex were only tangentially aware of. If there yet remained anyone on the planet to wonder about what had happened, they were very likely scratching their heads at why they weren’t waking up from what was obviously a dream. But it did happen, and that was all that mattered in the end; no matter how seemingly unlikely, no matter how much it shouldn’t have, it did, and now Rex and Won had to deal with the consequences. Fortunately, said consequences mostly involved them feeling like gods as their bodies swelled in every direction, not just becoming larger overall, but stacking additional musculature onto their already well-defined forms; they didn’t go too far in one direction that they turned into literal conglomerations of muscle mass, but just enough to make it clear to anyone watching that, even if they were still people-sized, they’d be able to bend steel around their pinky finger. Now though? They’d probably need a neutron star just to break a sweat, assuming that even a stellar object as extreme as that one could force some effort out of them; not that the couple of titans were thinking about it, being far more concerned with simply growing. Now that they were free, now that they had all the free space in the universe to occupy at their leisure, suddenly the stars didn’t seem so distant; they were still twinkling little lights, so tiny that even their Solar System-sized bodies didn’t make any difference, but when they reached out for them, when they crossed the lightspeed barrier as casually as one would take a stroll, those lights felt so… close. And as they grew, as they occupied every inch of space in between their ascension site and wherever they were growing into, so too did they get close enough to those twinkling lights that they never quite became any larger; they were, after all, getting bigger as they came closer, meaning that by the time they did reach the closest star, it was already far too small for them to do anything other than smush in between two fingers. And if that wasn’t the ultimate demonstration of power, neither of them knew what would be; they had just snuffed out two stars, two of the largest singular objects in the universe (by category at least), and it barely registered. They had grown light-years in minutes, traversed distances unthinkably by furkind and did so with as much effort as one would expend in opening a soda bottle. No one could stop them… no one but one another, that is. Of course, Won and Rex were far more interested in enabling one another than they were in putting an end to their mindless growth spurt, so off they went, accelerating even faster than before; it felt silly not to do it, when they had the whole universe at their disposal, the galaxy as their playground rather than this insurmountably huge thing that couldn’t be thought of without bending one’s mind in half. Indeed, looking around them would reveal that, if anything, they had become the ones who mere mortals could not begin to comprehend, being (presumably still) biological beings that operated on a scale so vast that physics simply couldn’t apply to them, at least not the regular variety. The blood pumping through their veins, veins big enough to house stars, was doing so at speeds so unimaginably high that c was a mere suggestion rather than a hard limit; their presence alone warped spacetime to such an extent that block holes formed around them before dissipating entirely, the sheer concentration of energy being enough to create singularities, some of then naked despite the apparent impossibility of this, before vanquishing them off to whatever netherrealm they had come from. Their forms were thus so gargantuan that merely by existing they stripped plasma off stars, subsumed nebulae into their bodies, consumed enormous chunks of their galactic vicinity without even realizing they were doing it; not because they required sustenance to grow, but purely due to how they weren’t supposed to exist, not with bodies like those, effectively turning the universe inside-out whenever they interacted with anything at all. Blinking lights all around, turned off and leaving behind naught but darkness for but a moment, before either Won or Rex’s warm body took the place of where that stellar system had been previously. More and more they grew, more and more their mass expanded until they were heavier than their entire galaxy put together; they weren’t as large, at least not yet, but a significant chunk of the galactic plane was, ultimately, empty space. They, meanwhile, were very much solid beings with a penchant for growing even more solid over time, thus allowing them to compete with their home galaxy for gravitational pull while merely being about half the size of one of its arms. Again, for the moment; they weren’t getting heavier, they were getting bigger, with their weight merely being a mandatory secondary effect. Neither the werewolf nor tiger were at all interested in discussing their weight, or their mass, or their effects on local gravitational currents; rather, they wanted to be bigger, they wanted to be larger, and if that meant obliterating everything in their path, then they weren’t really ones to say no to it. In fact, if it was a requirement, who were they to say no? Clearly, the universe at large had made gods out of them, and if that was true, then weren’t they entitled to all under… well, not under the sun, but certainly under the something, whatever might be there at the “edge” of the cosmos, if it even existed. Regardless, they were as gods, and as gods, they were entitled to do with reality whatever they damn well pleased, and if what they pleased was getting bigger still at the expense of their surroundings, then, well, their surroundings would just have to adapt! That this meant the destruction of countless stars as the pair’s forms emerged from above and below the galactic plane meant very little to them, nor did the imminent collapse of the galaxy at large as a result of their gravitational well; the whole thing was going to crunch in on itself (eventually) if they did nothing to stop it, but alas, they were far more interested in growing ever larger than in actually doing anything of note to keep their former home from simply ceasing to be. In fact, Rex in particular went even further, as he decided that if the galaxy was going to go down the drain anyway, he might as well make good use of it; thus, he pushed himself off of Won, who for a moment was left very confused as to why this was, before maneuvering himself so that his head was level with the galactic plane. By that point, the goal was obvious, especially when Rex opened his mouth wide and allowed some of his slobber to obscure a significant chunk of what he was aiming for, but Won played the part of the innocent regardless; he felt like he should, since someone had to fulfill that role now that the two of them were so colossal as to be literally unimaginable without one’s head imploding into an information-based black hole. So he stared ahead, looking at his partner as if he had no idea what was about to happen, doing his best to keep from giggling as the tiger prepared to take a huge bite out of the galaxy. It was hard to describe, given that the plane wasn’t really a solid object, merely a helpful way of describing stellar arrangement, a comparison with something that could be understood when trying to explain the complex dance of a billion stars around a core that would soon be devoured as well. One moment, there were still lights, albeit very much in disarray thanks to the two titans’ influence; the next, there was only Rex, his mouth clamped shut over where once had been a galactic arm, and finally, when he pulled back, there was only darkness, the tattered remnants of what had once been entire stellar clusters having left behind little more than a void. Even free-floating atoms were taken, creating a section of the universe where, truly, nothing existed, nor could ever exist. For after having a taste, after truly taking in what it was like to devour structures on such large a scale, Rex couldn’t help himself any longer; one bite turned to two, then four, until eventually he had become so gargantuan that even Won, who had until then been content with merely watching, had to get out of the way lest his mate accidentally devour him as well! As would be expected, the feast only ended when the last thing remaining was the very nucleus of the galaxy, the supermassive black hole around which everything used to rotate. As could be expected, actually seeing it was still somewhat of an issue, on account of it being what it was, but to Rex, this wasn’t nearly as much of a problem as it should be; sure, he could resort to visually identifying wherever it was, precisely… or he could just sweep one of his paws over the general vicinity and promptly snatch it up before it had a chance of getting away, the event horizon being no match for the iron grip of a cosmic colossus whose form defied all logic and scientific knowledge. In the end, a minute after the first bite, the singularity that had once been the center of the galactic core had been devoured, its mass added to Rex’s, whose form exploded with size as a result; there was too much, just too much, and it wouldn’t be the speed of light that stopped him from fully expressing it. He had to grow, had to bloat, had to bulk up, had to become bigger, again and again in an endless, self-perpetuating process that would never at any point slow down, much less end. But… there was Won, and Won hadn’t eaten a galaxy; he could, if he wanted to, but he’d been nice enough to let Rex have the first bite when they could’ve just as easily taken it away. There was Won, who despite trying their best to grow quickly enough to keep up with the tiger, just wasn’t capable of matching the sheer intensity of an exponential expansion fueled by a galaxy’s worth of mass. At least, not unless Rex shared some of that bounty; it only seemed fair, now that he thought about it, that he should give the other god at least half of everything, as was their birthright. It was only fair that the man who stood by him during their ascension would be elevated in the same manner as he was, rather than being left in the dust; it’d be insulting otherwise, for the tiger didn’t see himself as the “top” god, but rather one half of a whole, one which required equity between its constituent parts. Otherwise, how else was he supposed to be able to enjoy life to its fullest? Alone, in a cosmos that would soon be theirs for the taking (if it wasn’t already), with no one else to glorify in the excess of it all? No, he needed someone else, and who better than Won, who’d stuck with him for so long? The werewolf, the one source of relief in an otherwise oppressively mundane life, the same one who had met him day in, day in, at the same restaurant, at the same time, with the same smile, no matter how many times the two of them got together. It felt ridiculous to ascend without him… so, Rex didn’t. It was as simple as that, really; all that was needed of him was the cession made to share the power, for Won to partake of the bounty, for mass to be siphoned away from the tiger and into their partner’s form. Soon enough, the werewolf would catch up with his fellow colossus, roaring a silent roar whose vibrations, despite having to be lost in the vacuum of space, were nonetheless felt perfectly fine by their fellow giant; the roar was warm, enveloping, it made his entire body shiver to the point where Rex almost felt his spine chill over, and it needed something in return. Such a demonstration of power, as Won burgeoned to a size larger than a galaxy, as the two of them rapidly overtook the local intergalactic void, required repayment… and what better way than to welcome Won in from the “cold”, in the one way that Rex knew how? It felt right, not the least of which because he’d always thought of doing it in some remote corner of his mind, back when they were still on a planet that most likely no longer existed, when they had to keep up appearances while at least in public. Now though, there was no “public”; there was only them, there, forever, eternal, big enough to overshadow galaxies, soon to be so large as to loom over outright clusters, lacking in any reason not to engage in whatever displays of affection they might desire. So Rex extended his arms, wrapping them around Won and bringing him in for a tight, surprisingly warm embrace, while Won used the opportunity to sink his hands firmly into the tiger’s immensely hard pecs, trying his best to find any give to them and failing miserably. Still, he tried anyway; what else was he to do, but to return the embrace and provide his own body for Rex to trace and hold, while Rex held himself in position that Won might wrap themselves around him. Two gods, intertwined, forever growing and without a single reason to stop, taking over the cosmos purely by virtue of being; they existed, therefore, they would grow, since there was nothing there to stop them. Even when the local galactic cluster vanished into but a fraction of their bodies, they refused to slow down; it was only when the local megacluster was all-but vaporized that both Won and Rex realized that they might not be able to slow down at all, much less stop. They were stuck there, growing at an increasingly faster rate, to the point where the edge of the cosmos, if it existed, would be slamming against them in short order. But they couldn’t bring themselves to care; they had one another, there to share in that eternity of expansion. They had one another, there to love and caress as the universe shrank to nothing around them.

What more could they want?