Thereafter (Patreon Commission for VDO)

TAGS: Ascension/Goddess, Growth, Muscle/Muscle Growth, Compressor/Compressor Failure, Macro

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Julia had expected the adaptation to be the worst part. In fact, meeting with her parents was something she was certain would be so painful that, for hours on end after breaking free from the steakhouse, she refused to make the trek back home, despite the fact that she could clearly see it and her parents outside of it from her vantage point so up above. It was embarrassing, and not just because of her completely breaking free of her compressors; it was more so the fact that she had lost control entirely, and her new body, glorious though it may be, was the result of her being unable to keep track of where her ability to keep her impulses in check had gone to. That, above all, made it hard for her to face her old folks, as despite everything, they had done a good job educating her to be better than that. Then again, she was big enough to be seen by them a good couple of miles away, so the whole thing was really a moot point; whether or not she decided to speak with them, the cat was out of the bag, leaving Julia with no recourse but to walk over to her house and let her mom and dad know the truth of the matter: that their daughter had not only completely ignored the lean living principles by which their family was guided, but had actually gone in the completely opposite direction, doing her best to bulk up and grow as much as she possibly could whenever her parents weren’t looking. It didn’t help that the yeen knew she wouldn’t have time to think about what to say while on the way back home, like she used to when she was younger and did something she’d have to provide an excuse for; really, all it’d take would be a handful of steps and the trip would be over, leaving her with precious little time to come up with any good reason for why things took the turns they did. Yet, why should she try and excuse herself? Why should she waste time and energy trying to come up with some bullshit fictional narrative about why she totally didn’t want to be the biggest yeen on the planet, on how she absolutely didn’t love the feeling of bulking up so much that the very compressor gear she wore broke down? She’d spent months deliberately omitting to mention that she was ignoring the dietary and lifestyle habits that she supposedly loved participating in, and the end result was her quite literally outgrowing a significant chunk of the downtown area of her home city, to the point where her head was surrounded by clouds and she could just make out the next town over if she squinted hard enough. To pretend that she was anything other than elated, anything other than thoroughly out of her mind on sensory overload, would be a waste of time; polite fictions were no longer of use to her, not to a goddess in the making like she happened to be. Hers was the world to take, the world to reshape and mould to better fit her desires, since, after all, she wasn’t going to stop; it was ludicrous to think that, just because her parents found out, Julia would then turn around and promise to be a good little girl as she worked off all the bulk weight and went back to being a piddly, insignificant like hyena who wouldn’t even register within a crowd. Just as ludicrous as to assume that she wouldn’t immediately take the first opportunity she got to grow even more, though by that point, picking out individual restaurants from amidst the rubble would be slightly difficult; no, she needed an adaptation period, and that would be the worst part of it all, given that Julia was now without equal. If the world had ever experienced someone like her, then maybe it would’ve been easier, but given her rather unique genetic make-up, furkind was suddenly beset by someone who could not only grow easily, but seemed lacking in an upper cap to limit said growth. This was what Julia let her parents know, when she finally worked up the courage to get up and drag herself over, believing that there’d be plenty of shouting and pointing of fingers; she was surprised to find that the opposite was true: rather than a pair of very angry parental figures sternly staring her down, she found her parents with their arms wide open, ready to embrace whatever part of their daughter they could get close to, already gushing with words of encouragement about how beautiful she looked, and how proud they were that she was finally living up to her true potential. It was such a departure from their usual way of acting that Julia was genuinely taken aback by it, left wondering if what she was seeing was genuine, or her parents trying to come to terms with the fact that they had a giant goddess for a daughter now, and needed to find some way to act that wouldn’t lead to her using her powers for any destructive ends. Not that she would, of course; even if displeased, the yeen was far too benevolent a deity to bring her wrath down on anyone at all, much less her old folks, as they were, ultimately, responsible for bringing her into the world! If not for them, then she wouldn’t be blessing everyone for miles around with her presence, and that counted for quite a bit; ultimately, however, it was their acceptance which served to bring Julia that much closer to her own divine side, as now she didn’t need to worry about keeping anything secret! No more omissions, no more lying, no more doing anything other than living life to its fullest and growing even further; it was a weight off her shoulders, just as more weight was packed on, the sheer glee and satisfaction that came with that sudden freedom being apparently as nutritious and filling as actual food. The ground rumbled as her form swelled outwards even more, barrelling through the whole neighborhood while the yeen struggled to keep her parents’ house safe at the very least; she’d never fit back inside, but at least her old folks deserved to keep a roof over their heads after everything they did for her. Plus, maybe it’d serve as a place for pilgrimage once word spread out enough and the first of the faithful started arriving; it was silly to think that the world could be given someone like Julia and for it not to lead to some sort of religious awakening, really. First things first though: getting the compressors off of her. The yeen could tell that, despite her best efforts, the trinkets she had purchased in order to keep herself at a manageable size hadn’t actually come off, despite the fact that they really should have broken into pieces just from her size burst alone; the compressor field was sure to be off, but the hyena giantess wasn’t exactly well-versed on how the tech worked. Thankfully, there were plenty around her who were, and only needed the giantess to raise her hand and speak a few words before stepping forth and practically begging to let them help her, and not entirely on professional terms either. Julia didn’t mind; being capable of so thoroughly warping those around her that she could turn the stuffiest of lab rats into mindless, instinct-driven pleasure-seekers was just part of the charm of having become that large, as was the ability to pluck entire groups of people off the ground using only a single hand, all while still having plenty of space to spare. There was something magical about being able to have an entire research operation working on her, like she was some sort of titanic organic platform, of a size so fantastical that entire settlements could crop up on her… which, to be fair, wasn’t that far off from the truth. She wasn’t that big yet, but considering the sort of revelations that came when the compressor technicians reported their findings, she wouldn’t be waiting that much longer before reaching that point either. It felt downright ridiculous to suggest it, but according to the little ones whose literal job it was to understand how compressor tech worked at every level, her own trinkets hadn’t actually gone off. They should have, and they reported as much; after months of continuous use and the sort of abuse levied on them, it was nothing short of miraculous that they managed to hold themselves together until Julia finally gave in and indulged at the steak house. Despite this, their compressor field was still, somehow, turned on… which also meant that the yeen’s size, her downtown-sized body capable of walking miles in just a few steps, the absolute titan of bulk that would put every bodybuilder in the world put together to shame, was still a lesser, more condensed version of the goddess’ true form. The reveal was, if not shocking, then certainly revelatory; at her size, Julia wasn’t sure she could even be surprised by anything at all, but the sudden understanding that she was that big and yet was even larger underneath the several layers of compression was certainly one that she took with a certain degree of, for lack of a better word, unbridled enthusiasm. No one could stop her now, that much was clear; secondary analysis also revealed that her body was still growing underneath the coating of dimensional distortions, in part because she’d grown so large that the underlying mechanisms began to interact with her in bizarre, almost esoteric ways. She was an anomaly, a thing that shouldn’t be, one that grew without additional input of mass and challenged the notion of physical law as anyone alive knew it; this, above all else, was the impetus behind the yeen’s decision to grow ever larger, since clearly, if she was already breaking physics just by existing, who knew what could happen if she was actively trying to do so? The sky wasn’t even the limit anymore; her head was already breaking through low-lying clouds, so clearly wherever she could go, it had to be further up, assuming she didn’t just lounge about, lying down and using the planet as her personal recliner. Then again, that might make some people antsy; as much of the vast majority of onlookers quickly turned to worship from the moment the giantess first revealed herself, it didn’t take more than a couple of hours for the first signs of dissent to make themselves clear. Government agents and police officers alike all tried to get her attention, and after doing her best to ignore them, the yeen eventually had to turn around and face them, even if by that point she’d already outgrown the ability to discern any one of the tiny ones below from the ground on which they walked. It was almost impossible to fathom just how quickly she’d grown, and all on her own as well; as if someone had simply skipped ahead on her journey, Julia could barely remember the time between her emerging from the superstore and her sitting there, one asscheek covering half of the city and the other taking up the other half, listening to someone on a megaphone trying to talk her into slowing down. Could they not see that asking for such a thing was downright heretical? Julia was their goddess, and yet they attempted to bring her down a peg? It was almost enough for her to genuinely get angry… almost, because an errant thought left her feeling so giddy that she couldn’t help but grin wildly at it: why not go along with it? If the little ones wanted her to stop growing so much, they’d be forced to slap more compressors onto her, and if the ones she already had were most likely the root cause of her becoming that large even before she began feasting, then placing more layers on top of the existing ones could only make the effect even worse. Plus, if she played along, taking on the role of the obedient, pliable giantess, then maybe they’d even go so far as to feed her, since surely the state wouldn’t want someone like her starving in front of the whole world! It was a win-win situation, especially since Julia doubted she’d need to do more than pay lip service; what was the government going to ask her to do, not be huge?

Thus began her new “life”, one that Julia had to spend a considerable amount of effort not breaking into constant giggling fits over; her body never did stop growing, that much was a given, but it was slowed down considerably once the state began providing for more compressor wear. Seeing as no one produced clothes of her size, the only method available was to keep lavishing her with new and increasingly more elaborate jewelry, building on already existing methods to upscale commercially available trinkets at minimal cost to producers. In practice, what this meant was that Julia’s body became increasingly more adorned with a plethora of almost excessively luxurious adornments, gold and silver and platinum glinting under the sunlight as she did, in fact, end up lounging around on her “throne”: the remains of the city she used to live near, stamped and flattened out of existence, with most of its residents having chosen to reside on her even after being offered housing away from what the government had termed a “disaster area”. It was a constant battle between the yeen and those who were meant to keep her in check, an uphill one for the latter, who were more or less guaranteed to lose at some point in the future; the more compressors they placed on Julia, the more resplendent they made her, thus inspiring more worship and, in return, a great certainty on the part of the yeen herself, who grew more confident with each passing day. It was a case where the jailors just couldn’t avoid giving their prisoner whatever they wanted, because what else were they supposed to do, tell the giantess that no, she couldn’t have food? The best they could do was try and limit her intake, and even then the hyena still managed to eat her body weight in meat and protein powder every day, always demanding more by the end of it; the effects this had on her could not be understated, as even with several dozen individual compressor layers stacked on top of her, she was still massive, and still growing bigger: standing at a good five miles from head to paw at week’s end, it was clear to everyone involved that any thought of “containment” was little more than a pipe dream at best, and an outright delusion at worst… which was precisely why Julia kept it going. She could’ve stopped the charade at any point she wanted; after the initial settling period, when it became obvious who was truly in charge, it was entirely within her power to raise her hand and command those “containing” her to instead begin serving her even more food, to worship her very form at every second of every hour. But she didn’t, because frankly, it was a lot funner when she got to watch tens of thousands of little souls all scurrying about, all pretending like they weren’t smitten with her, all busying themselves in their feeble, worthless attempts at keeping a literal goddess under wraps. They certainly did try, and if nothing else, Julia had to admit that the multinational crew sent to hold her back from overrunning the planet wasn’t lacking in determination; every day they would find something new to worry about, yet every day they still carried on with their task, hellbent on preventing the budding threat from growing entirely out of control, even when that had already happened before they even had the chance to start working… and they themselves knew it, to some extent. That the containment operations were dead in the water before they were even put in place was a given, at least to everyone but the people in charge of the project; those who were actually on the field, those who could see with their own eyes as the giantess yeen became ever larger with each passing day, those who were in charge of staring at compressor equipment only to despair as the hidden rate of growth skyrocketed regardless of how many layers they used, they knew the truth: there was no stopping Julia. It was inevitable, as was she, and no amount of money thrown at entire industries, that they may create production lines specifically for the yeen alone, would ever fix that. Eventually, at some point in the near future, the goddess-in-the-making would grow tired of her little game and effortlessly sweep all the little ones aside, to take her place as the rightful ruler of that world; this much the crew knew, and this much they were oh-so-dreadfully wrong about. There would come a time when Julia grew bored, yes, this much even she couldn’t deny, but to even suggest that she would do something as brash and aggressive as outright assaulting those tending to her? To even think that she would visit harm upon those who had done such a wonderful job keeping her entertained? Why, that was positively ludicrous; how else was she supposed to rise to the occasion and be all that she could be if not with the help of those around her? It’d be slightly difficult to be a goddess if there was no one around for her to be a goddess for, after all; and besides, was she expected to go and hunt and cook her own food, when she had so many people who’d be more than eager to do that for her? No, she needed the little ones around her, as otherwise her ascension just wouldn’t make sense. It’d be like setting up a feast and then not inviting anyone else; sure, she could just devour it herself, but it wouldn’t be the same as if she’d brought in the whole world to partake of it alongside herself, doubly so when she could then ask her guests to go fetch more food when the table began to run light. So, Julia waited, determined to see how far she could take that polite fiction before it shattered completely. She had no reason to rush things, not when she was already in control of the situation and could take the reins whenever she well pleased; at that point, the real battle was not between herself and the containment crew, but the little ones and their own budding arousal and desire for worship, which grew stronger and more insurmountable by the day. The real conflict was in the very people hired to keep the goddess from achieving her full potential and their desire to make her reach said level, even when they were reasonably certain they’d suffer because of it; the need was stronger than them, acting on an instinctual level that no one there could really understand, much less put to words. There was something about the yeen’s body, the way its colossal frame was so impossibly huge that it defied their brains’ ability to even begin to understand it; living things weren’t meant to be so big that they could be spotted from orbit, as even the biggest of macro-level individuals never went beyond skyscraper-sized. For the yeen to have grown so large was literally impossible, as it stretched the limits of biomechanics to such an extent that she should’ve collapsed underneath the weight of her substantial bulk far before the point where her head was basically completely encapsulated by her neck… yet, for whatever reason, she didn’t, and instead decided to keep going even faster than before, requiring further investment in compressor wear that translated into an increasingly obscene amount of jewelry. Perhaps it was intentional on the universe’s part, that the best way the crew found to slow down the inexorable advance was to coat the giantess in so many shiny adornments that she looked the part of the multiversal goddess conqueror that everyone believed her to be: gold and silver, resplendent under the light of the sun, hugging her curves and leaving the yeen looking like something out of a growth enthusiast’s wet dream, everyone present knew that, if she were to stand up, then that would be over. Not because of the destruction, no, but the mere sight of the goddess in her full glory, reflecting the light of the star that was hers by right, her body clinking and jangling with the absurd quantity of trinkets she had on her, would slam down on so many buttons that it was genuinely unlikely that anyone within several miles of her would be capable of holding onto their sense of self. Rather, first visual impact would strip anything other than pure, blind worship, leaving them open for any horrific tragedies that the giantess might want to visit upon them… and it was a testament to her power that, despite the little ones earnestly believing this, they still wouldn’t mind if it happened, as that very moment, that instant where they surrendered to her, would surely be one of such magnificent, rapturous pleasure, that they would experience it for all eternity as their personal paradise. Julia, meanwhile, had different plans, even if they coincidentally also began with her standing up and showing off; though, in her case, it was more so because she’d been lying down for so long that the yeen felt like stretching her limbs before going on a planet-wide tour, one that wouldn’t end until everyone was on her, and quite literally so. With her body being what it was, plus the fact that not only was it still growing and most of it was still hidden away by what were, at that point, millions of layers of compression, why shouldn’t she become the new host for the world’s population? She’d gotten her first taste when the compressor technicians climbed onto her immediately after she broke free from the superstore, of being so large that people could just live on her if they wanted to, and now, after weeks of rampant, uncontrolled size surges, she had become something… greater. A goddess, sure, but perhaps something more, something that would serve as a paradigm shift for all of fur kind, assuming of course she could figure out how to keep herself from suffocating in a vacuum. For she was destined to grow forevermore, to never stop, even when it became clear that she was well on her way to outgrowing the planet; hell, at that point in time, she probably was bigger than the whole world already, seeing as he hyper-shrunk form was still nearly ten miles tall and so wide and bulky that it took up a significant chunk of the state purely from muscle mass alone. It was barely discernible as a body anymore, more so a conglomeration of muscle groups that just sort of stuck together in some form of cohesive whole that could charitably be described as being a hyena, if one squinted hard enough; and while some might find such a sight to border on the excessive, the truth of the matter was that it provided ample space for the billions of souls living on Earth to move onto and find their own personal slice of Heaven for them to rest upon and experience eternal bliss. She would become Paradise, the perpetual home for her kind, a body so glorious that its mere presence radiated power, warmth, sustenance, that all those who willingly chose to climb onto her could live for as long as they wanted and never want for anything. All their needs would be catered to, even if in an esoteric fashion, as their minds were allowed to sink further and further into an endless ocean of pleasure that they would gladly drown themselves in. Julia could see it: herself, floating through space, having outgrown not just her homeworld, but the very star system that it was in, becoming larger and denser still with every non-breath she didn’t take, until her scale became galactic, then further beyond. She saw herself, the eternal heaven for all the little ones around her, and any else who she might meet on the way: whole planets and civilizations would be swept up in her glorious growth, until the whole universe was hers to play host to. And that… awoke something else in her. Up until then, all thoughts had been of herself as a goddess, but more particularly a benevolent goddess, one who would take all her little worshippers and whisk them away to everlasting bliss and pleasure, but there was something else in there. There was another Julia, the same one who had caused her own ascension to begin with, the yeen who had disobeyed her parents and thrown herself into the maws of self-indulgent madness, of greed and ravenous gluttony, the same one who sat down at the steakhouse that started it all and consumed her weight in meat several times over. And while this Julia also saw herself as divine perfection incarnate, it saw it from a… different perspective. The world was, after all, hers to take, as was everything on it, and it just so happened that there was plenty of assorted protein to be found if only she would bother to look; that, or, as Julia was quick to find out, just about everything else. Why should she limit herself to protein when she was so huge already? Her body was so muscular that adding more of the same stuff onto it was bound to have diminishing returns, not to mention the simple fact that, deep down, she didn’t want the same stuff, not when she had so much more to choose from; the whole world was hers to take, yes, but so was everything else. There was a literal universe of possibilities out there for her, one that was unguarded, unprotected, and ready for the taking if only she dared to go for it; a whole universe of mass and matter that could be hers to consume, if only she bothered to get back up and do something about that ravenous hunger that she only then realized had been there all that time. Stuck underneath miles of neckbulk, the yeen’s face broke out into a wide grin as she licked her lips, knowing that she didn’t even need to “eat” things in the conventional way, not anymore; basic logic dictated she did, and indeed her biology was still fundamentally the same, even if supersized, but she was a goddess, and as one it was he prerogative to decide whether or not reality obeyed certain rules, or if she herself had to listen to these rules to begin with. Thus, if Julia decided that she needn’t actually swallow anything, then it would no longer be required; similarly, if she decided that mere touch was enough to begin absorbing whatever it was she wanted to consume, then the universe would simply have to provide, and damn the consequences of that as well. She’d break physics, again and again, if only it meant sating a hunger that could never be sated, quenching an endless third that would never end, even if the whole universe was a well and she drank it dry; she would turn the entirety of existence into fodder for herself, cackling all the way to the very end, knowing as she did that nothing and no one could stop her. Whether or not the little ones around her were even carried along for the ride stopped being relevant, as their well-being was no longer her concern, at least not until her need for more mass was taken care of. Sure, they could climb onto her if they wanted, as it wouldn’t really matter; they were so tiny that, even if Julia were to muster up the willpower to waste time eating them all, they’d barely qualify as a light snack, if even that much. No, she had far greater, more magnificently oversized targets in mind, landscapes and mountain ranges and oceans and continents and the whole damned planet by the end of it; the atmosphere, her homeworld’s moon, the next planets over, the gas giants, the disparate asteroids and comets, and finally… finally, at the very end, she would loom over the local star, so miniscule, so inconsequential, so defenseless, as the yeen’s body would surely be so enormous by then that a single nipple would be enough to overshadow the spherical fusion engine. A snap of the fingers, a flick of the wrist, and it would be gone, leaving nothing of the star system behind but Julia, and whoever happened to be on her once she ascended to her rightful place in the heavens.

She was slobbering by that point, so eager to get started that the compressor technicians were given due warning in the form of the distortion layers they were supervising crashing into one another. It was a theoretical possibility, that should one push too much mass into a compression field, it would cause the first layer to collapse into the second one, with the condensed mass shockwave crashing into the third one, then the fourth, and so on in a cascading failure that would only end once all the material hidden away underneath the compression field fully spilled into realspace. And with the rumbling that everyone on the planet felt, with the sonic blasts emanating from the yeen’s mouth as she moaned and whined and screamed for more, everyone else knew what was about to happen.

They hadn’t had nearly enough time to prepare. But it was out of their hands now.

It was Julia’s time to shine.