For Starters - Part 2 (Commission for EonKitty)

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

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It wasn’t much, and he certainly wasn’t getting anywhere close… at least initially; it wouldn’t take much longer before the smaller cat gathered enough courage to actually reach out and try to touch Sierra, who for her part seemed wholly unaware of the newcomer, being too busy shovelling food down her gullet. With Emily happy to materialize endless quantities of snacks and meals, the Latias didn’t have to do anything other than keep the table tilted towards her in midair; as soon as its contents vanished into her, more would show up to take their place, in an endless cycle that already left her belly smushed against the ground, her levitation powers not enough to keep her bloated self from dragging all over the place. And it was this particular part of her body that Kitty, having nowhere else to turn to, focused his attention on; he didn’t know what possessed him to do it, especially with Emily there, but seeing as the bigger cat didn’t say or do anything to stop him, he could only assume that she was fine with it, despite the two having never talked about an open relationship before. Still, this was a second demi-goddess there with them, so regular standards were hardly applicable anymore; the Latias deserved just as much worship as Emily did, and if that meant that he, the tiny little kitten in the trio, had to be the one to get his hands dirty, then he wasn’t about to say no to such a wondrous opportunity. Plus, the sheer softness of Sierra’s rotund gut was evident even from a distance; though he hadn’t touched it just yet, Kitty could tell that he was going to sink his hands into that thing and immediately lose track of where he was from how pleasurable the experience was going to be. Stuffed as she was, anyone might expect the Latias’ belly to be so tightly packed that one would be unable to even make a dent in her skin, but Kitty knew better; having had plentiful experience with Emily’s own self-modification skills, he better than anyone else was perfectly aware that when someone like the demi-goddess cat wanted to get something done, they would, and if that meant breaking the laws of physics apart in the service of self-indulgence, then they’d be all the better and more excited for it. Given the sort of body that Sierra sported, not to mention her obvious proclivity towards mass consumption, the smaller cat would be surprised if her gut was stretched taut, rather than the more likely scenario of it being just as soft and pudgy as freshly-kneaded dough, ready for someone to sink their fingers, hands, wrist, and the rest of their arms into it. Not only that, but there was a convenient target sitting there right in front of him: the triangle design right where the belly button would be on anyone else, stretched out thanks to the colossal size of the tum it was on, yet just as vibrant as it always had been; in fact, it almost seemed to glow each time Sierra swallowed a particularly heavy mouthful, reacting, in a way, to the infusion of mass that led to Kitty having to be extremely careful around that thing. It wasn’t a belly so much as a furnace that just happened to be shaped like one, a black hole, a bottomless pit that the Latias would still fill up regardless, such was her wont and desire for ceaseless gorging. From the rumbling to the radiating heat, it was clear that this other demi-goddess was not one for self-control, and for a few moments, Kitty legitimately felt terrified of the implications of Emily just feeding the Latias without even thinking of the consequences… but, then, after a chance glance with the belly itself, all his worries vanished into the wind, turned to dust and scattered across the landscape, because nothing else mattered. To call it soft would be an understatement, to say it was inviting a damnable misrepresentation; to merely graze the surface of that gut was to experience heaven, not unlike when he was with Emily during her more “divine” episodes. It wasn’t common, but on occasion the cat would properly let her goddess out and play into her role the way it was supposed to be played, with the resulting miniature ascension being enough to send Kitty into an hours-long stupor from mere contact. To think, that Sierra would go that far with people they had just met, with no real reason to do so other than just how much they were eating… it was sublime, in its own odd way, not that Kitty could truly appreciate it; his mind had been taken, at least for the time being, commanding his hands to knead and roll and squish and squeeze as much of that belly as he could get them on, a pseudo-massage provided by someone who really had no idea what they were doing, guided by little more than residual arousal and the knowledge that the particulars didn’t matter, only the action itself. He doubted that Sierra would care about whether or not the massage was done properly, only that it was there, helping her along with her continuous stretching; much like he’d assumed, the small cat was faced not with a hyper-stretched, taut patch of skin, but rather a belly that was as soft as it was round, inviting him to not just use his hands, but his entire body in order to properly pleasure the Latias. He would throw himself at her, vanishing into the folds of her gut, happy to be enveloped on all sides by the rumbling, the low sloshing, the infernal warmth that left him sweating so much that he was happy Emily was keeping him safe from dehydration; and Sierra, for her part, would react to this in the only way she knew how: by eating more, and angling herself so that her belly would eventually flatten Kitty against the sand below her, that he might experience what it was like to be smothered by someone of her caliber. Not that she believed Emily wouldn’t do the same, but her mind being what it was, Sierra could hardly think about anyone other than herself at that point, anything other than her own consumption of everything around her; after all, did a good meal not require an equally delectable drink to go along with it? The feline demi-goddess hadn’t given her anything to guzzle down, sadly enough, but given all the water around them, that hardly seemed remotely important; it was salty, sure, but since when was that an impediment? They were divine beings, herself and Emily, enough so that they could simply materialize whatever they wanted; indeed, if the Latias weren’t so deep into her own storm of arousal, she would’ve simply conjured up an endless supply of soda or hot chocolate or whatever else she fancied, a spot in the middle of the air from whence a constant waterfall would give her just as much as she could ever want and then more on top of it, a true testament to her endless, boundless power… but where was the fun in that? Where was the fun in simply making things happen from nothing when she could have a real impact in the world around her? She could just as easily put things back where they used to be when she was done, but it just wasn’t the same; actually devouring the world around her had a certain kick to it, in that it pushed so many buttons for Sierra that she honestly had to wonder just where exactly that kink had come from. She’d never thought about it before, but being next to Emily just seemed to unlock and unleash so many thoughts that, while novel, didn’t seem at all unfamiliar to her; it was as if there was a different Sierra within herself, one that had been waiting for an opportunity to cut loose with someone who could understand her, and now that such an opportunity had arisen, this inner self had promptly lost control of its own urges. Thus, it wasn’t long after Kitty decided to start his massage that the Latias turned her attention to the ocean, the vast and seemingly endless expanse of blue in every direction around them, and thought to herself that it would make a fantastic drink to go along with the heavy meal she was being served. Emily didn’t react when she saw the table being slowly lowered onto the sands again, choosing to wait and see see just what the Latias was going to do; she got to watch as Sierra turned towards the waves and lowered her head, looking quite precariously balanced on that immense belly of hers, before dunking her mouth into the water itself. For a moment, nothing really happened; in fact, it looked as if Sierra had fallen asleep the moment her face made contact with the ocean… but then, her mouth opened wide, her jaw spreading terrifyingly wide right before the Latias willed the waters towards her. She wasn’t even drinking, at least not the “proper” way; rather, Sierra ordered the ocean itself to start pouring into her mouth, reversing natural currents so that they all spun in her direction, bringing countless tons of water towards her without the Latias having to move a single muscle. Much like with the solid meals before, she wasn’t swallowing, as instead it was far easier to let her throat muscles relax and allow her powers to direct all that delicious filling drink right into her stomach, causing it to bloat far in excess to what it had already. That she was wreaking havoc on the local ecology didn’t go over her head, but alas, Sierra didn’t really care; she was a demi-goddess, and a powerful one at that, so even if she ended up doing something to seriously harm the local region, or hell, the planet itself, it was as simple as waving her wings and ordering reality back to where it was before she went on a binge… preferably with herself getting to keep all the additional mass, because she certainly wasn’t about to sacrifice that of all things, not after being shown just how wonderful it was to splurge out and not have to worry about the consequences. It took meeting someone like Emily for the pieces to click into place, but it eventually became clear that, for most of her life, Sierra had actually been holding back; the Latias had convinced herself that her wanton use of her divine powers surely meant she was both at peace with and comfortable using them, and that if she didn’t go any further than whatever she felt like doing at any time, it was merely because she didn’t want to. Yet, now, with that feline beside her, with another demi-goddess to prove that she wasn’t alone, Sierra couldn’t help but feel like she’d been lying to herself all along, that the true extent of her abilities had yet to be explored and the real depths of her depravity had yet to be delved into… and really, what better time than the present to do so? If she was certain she could fix any problem she created, one could only wonder what two deific beings could do if they put their heads together, in both senses and directions; after all, an improved capacity to fix mistakes meant that they were afforded much greater ones to make, hence why the Latias didn’t think twice before gleefully swallowing enough water that the local water levels were noticeably going down in just a handful of seconds. It came naturally to her: she wanted to do it, so why shouldn’t she? Nevermind the fact that her body was already immense thanks to Emily’s mindless feeding of her, Sierra wanted more, and it wasn’t going to be a swollen belly that stopped her from getting it; in fact, her having a swollen belly just meant that her body could take it, and if it could, then it would, thus she ordained. She would drink all the oceans if she needed to, she would gorge and feast upon the lifeblood of the planet, only so she could then will it back into place so she could start all over again; she would devour and consume to her heart’s content, nothing there to stop her from mindlessly devouring everything in sight… nothing but Emily, who by that point was far too fascinated to really do anything other than stare and wonder just what in blazes was happening. The cat had originally thought that the other demi-goddess was just hungry, or happened to like eating that much, but to see them turn to drinking the oceans themselves was… she wanted to say it was alarming, but as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t, not with the sort of reaction it was having in her head. It pressed a whole lot of buttons that the feline didn’t even know she had, enough that her cheeks were burning brightly and her whole body felt like it was on fire just from watching the Latias bloat further. Intellectually speaking, Emily knew that she needed to step in and stop things before they went too far; it was, after all, one of her responsibilities as a demi-goddess to make sure that the balance of the world itself wasn’t upended just because someone got too horny to control themselves. And while this wasn’t something she got to do most of the time (or ever, really), now that Emily had a chance to do so, she couldn’t bring herself to stop the budding disaster; the Latias just looked so happy, so content in how they were turning themselves into an enormous, stuffed water balloon, their belly nonetheless just as soft and pliable as it always had been, as Kitty was sure to know, still being stuck underneath it. Sierra, however, had no compunctions about growing the rest of her out as well; while her gut was still the star of the show, her form in general took quite well to being pumped full of water, enough so that her original ten feet of length had gone straight past twenty, closing in on thirty after the first minute or so of her gulping down vast quantities of seawater. The island itself, once large enough that Emily actually looked small while on it, didn’t seem so enormous next to a Latias that seemed to want to expand in every direction as much as they possibly could; if nothing was done to stop it, who was to say that Sierra wouldn’t simply outgrow the island entirely, even after draining enough water from around it that the landmass available for comparison was far great? Who was to say that Sierra wouldn’t go on to outsize just about everything while they were at it, seeing as Emily was apparently unwilling to put a stop to what was unmistakably a localized apocalypse waiting for a chance to go global? Sierra herself certainly didn’t seem to care, and judging from how one of Emily’s hands was already absentmindedly playing with her breasts, it was a safe bet to say the cat demi-goddess didn’t particularly care either, or at least was too aroused to bring herself to do anything. All she wanted was to watch the Latias grow, watch them overpower the ocean’s currents just so they could keep swallowing, keep dumping vast quantities of water down their gullet, all while their body bloated and swelled and expanded and grew all over everything. It seemed unstoppable, in the sense that it was a process that literally could not be halted no matter how much anyone wanted it to; Sierra was a demi-goddess in her own right, and since Emily was too busy playing with herself while watching the whole thing with wide eyes, there was no one left who could stop the Latias… aside from herself, that is. Though it took long enough that the island they were on was left significantly wider by way having that much water drained from around it, Sierra did in fact eventually stop, licking her lips and letting out long, theatrically overblown sighs of contentment while she rolled onto her back, wings cradling her immense, swollen tum (and Kitty, who happened to be glued to it). The sounds coming out of her mouth were so throaty that they bordered on the downright lewd, and given the amount of pleasure both demi-goddesses were deriving from what was happening, it wasn’t altogether incorrect to suggest that they were both far closer to their proverbial edge than they would normally be. Sierra, in particular, was close enough that she could very well cross it if she truly wanted to, especially after looking down at Emily and finding them to be so tiny compared to her own colossal body that the first thing in the Latias’ mind was to pick them up and give them a big fat smooch, even if she knew that would leave the poor cat covered in drool after doing so. Thankfully, there were better ways of externalizing what she was going through: namely, demanding more food. Once again, there were no words exchanged, and as a first, no thoughts either; instead, the Latias merely repositioned herself so that she was belly down once again, turned around to face Emily… then just opened her mouth. It was obvious what she wanted, so much so that the demi-goddess feline actually flinched when she saw it; surely, Sierra couldn’t possibly want even more after filling herself up so much that her entire body grew, could she? Yet, no matter how long the stood there, staring up at a giantess that refused to move, nothing really changed; the Latias didn’t do anything other than lie on her spot and patiently wait for food to show up, but they weren’t putting away their hunger either. In fact, the longer it went on, the more intense the open-mouthed stare became, as if Sierra was deliberately trying to force Emily to give her what she wanted, all without having to move a single muscle. After all, she still had Kitty stuck underneath her belly; surely, if Emily was so much in love with the tiny cat, then they’d want them to experience blissful heaven, wouldn’t they? Besides, the two of them were divine in nature, so why should they care what happened to reality around them? They could put everything back together once they were done, so holding back and not unleashing their full power was, to be quite frank, pointless; this is what the Latias was trying to tell her newest friend, that having them stay there in their tiny form was ridiculous, that Emily should instead unleash their power and become everything they should be instead. Emily herself was stuck in the rather unenviable position of knowing that Sierra was absolutely right, yet still having to fight herself all the way through; years upon years of self-denial had left her with a very difficult to overcome mental barrier that kept her from really doing anything as extraordinary as the Latias had with her own powers, built off of fear of rejection, of pain, of misery and anguish. But, had she not learned that she should loosen up instead? Had her life with Kitty not taught her the valuable lesson that she was happiest whenever she didn’t care about what using her powers might do, and instead focused entirely on just enjoying herself? Her she not learned that it was self-denial that led to misery, not her using her divinely-granted abilities? If that was the case, then why was she holding back? Sierra growing as much as they had might’ve been mostly them mindlessly indulging in their own desires, but at the same time, it was a statement: they were comfortable enough in their own skin that they didn’t feel the need to restrict themselves, especially when there was literally no one else around that could possibly spot them… and thus, neither should Emily. They were out in the middle of the oceans, hundreds of miles away from the nearest person, so why was the feline still keeping her body in the same state as it was before? Why was she not transforming it into something that could play wonderfully with Sierra instead, giving the Latias exactly the sort of filling meal they wanted? Or, to be more precise, a filling drink; Sierra had, after all, just drunk a colossal amount of seawater, and while the demi-goddess was more than capable of purifying it before gulping it down, it was still water: refreshing, but tasteless, and lacking in the sort of thick, heavy consistency that made it truly filling. To that end, Emily offered up a wide, almost devious smile, before snapping her fingers; this caused Kitty to be forcefully pulled from within the soft pudge around the Latias’ triangle marking and right back to his lover’s lap, once more having his head stuck in between two breasts large enough to break his spine if Emily wasn’t careful… two breasts that were suspiciously louder than they used to be. The larger feline fully intended to grow out eventually, after she was done giving the Latias the last piece of the puzzle for their own enjoyment, but for the time being, Emily decided the best thing to do was to fill up instead; some bloating, sure, but not nearly enough to cause any serious growth beyond just her tits perking up slightly, yet, just enough for the Latias to notice what was happening their eyes lightning up as they almost immediately lunged forward, their wide mouth clamping shut over both of Emily’s breasts, eager to see if the cream produced by their fellow demi-goddess was just as delicious and filling as they hoped it would be. Caught by surprise, it took a bit before the big cat actually had any of production leave her burgeoning milktanks, but once it did, the rumbling moan that came out of Sierra’s entire body was enough to cause the blush on Emily’s cheeks to light up even brighter than before. She had, after all, tried her best to make her milk as sweet and delicious as possible; given the Latias’ reaction, she had more than succeeded, enough so that the giantess suckling on her teats started trying to actively drain her more so than drink from her, attempting to suck her dry for every last drop of that positively heavenly mannah they were being served straight from the tap. Sierra couldn’t help it, not when the drink was as delicious as it was; in fact, she couldn’t control herself any more than she could stop breathing, to the point where she was swallowing more than her body could actually take, an achievement on Emily’s part given how small their breasts were compared to the drinker’s overall size. This came to a head when the Latias, in a fit of complete disregard for her own safety, gulped down an overwhelmingly large amount of milk, one that left her feeling odd for a moment or two… before she hiccuped. It happened so suddenly that Sierra didn’t have time to notice her entire body suddenly doubling in size, barreling through so much of the island behind her that the ensuing quake actually pushed the waters back even further; not just that, but the shockwave caused by it was enough for her to disturb the one spot in the island that was still sacred and untouchable: Emily’s lap, and poor Kitty on it. Though, “disturb” was probably not the correct word; more so bless, perhaps even exalt given what the hiccup actually did for the smaller cat.