Even Further (Patreon Commission for VDO)

TAGS: A VDO Story, Growth/Expansion, Explosive Growth, Ascension/Goddess, Hyper, Macro/Macro Growth

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Everyone living within a five-mile radius of Sarah’s home received a text message the second she got up for her daily stroll, warning them to abide by the same safety rules one would during a regular earthquake. It was standard practice for those living in the metropolitan area, hence why there was even an automated messaging system to begin with, and most had grown to accept it as part of their routine; no one ever got hurt because of it, plus the show that was put was on sufficiently distracting that it served as its own payment for the mild inconvenience it sometimes posed. Sarah was mindful enough not to get near any major roadways, preferring to keep to the outskirts when stretching her limbs like that, and more often than not ended up sitting down on an empty patch of grass and simply enjoying life as it was rather than complete a lap around the suburbs; she was supposed to get some exercise in, but really, that was the least of her concerns. Normally, the local mayor’s office wouldn’t go to the trouble of setting up an alarm system like that one, even for someone who was close to thirty feet tall; while macro-level individuals weren’t exactly common, they weren’t so rare that people had no clue how to deal with them, and with many tried-and-true size management strategies to pick from, it would be child’s play to house a small population of macros without much concern. No, the reason why thousands upon thousands of people received a text message warning them of the giantess moving around was not her body per se, but rather two very specific parts of it, the same ones that created a sonic disturbance far greater than a purely physical one. It used to be that Sarah’s bust was of a reasonable size, back when she was a young twenty-something, barely twenty feet in height, and carried around a pair of tits that merely went down below her knees and jutted out so much from either side of her that each bit of sideboob was wider than her torso; occasionally she’d reminisce about these days, chuckling to herself when she recalled how much she believed her size couldn’t possibly turn into more of a “hassle”. How little did her past self know that the moment she turned twenty-six, her body would decide that she was due for a second puberty, and not only slap even more height and overall size onto her, but somehow get her breasts to start producing milk despite the lack of any reason to do so! It wasn’t altogether strange for someone with the hyper gene, but the way in which she filled up certainly was; while others would have their bust swell until such a point as it needed to be drained, mostly as a result of the pressure they felt, Sarah herself never went through the latter. She expected to, at least initially, so much so that she told herself that the only reason she wasn’t draining her milk factories on the regular was purely so she could find out how much they could hold. At the start, this was an entirely genuine sentiment; Sarah figured that she could keep going for as long as her tits didn’t feel like they were about to burst, so as long as she was comfortable, then surely she didn’t need to have them emptied out. It just so happened that, regardless of how much milk those things produced, the internal pressure never really went up at all, with the amazonian Growlithe remaining just as comfortable and mobile as always regardless of how much her breasts swelled with backed-up production… and swell they did, burgeoning with additional mass and size until they were big enough to pose a genuine threat to Sarah, on account of blocking her view of whatever was in front of her if she didn’t part her cleavage. Or would, if the giantess didn’t seem to be aware of every obstacle she faced, despite the fact that she never had a clear line-of-sight; must be the canine senses she was blessed with, because no one really had an explanation otherwise. The size of her dairy factories became an issue extremely quickly as well, with them filling up with so much cream that their size was permanently altered; Sarah was certain that, even if she did go to the trouble of fully draining herself, her tits would still end up big enough to just naturally rest on the ground and still manage to rise up to eye-level… which, frankly, was exactly how she liked it. In reality, the Growlithe had the added bonus of her mounds being stuffed to the nines with milk, in a process that seemed to have no effective end; they just kept filling, regardless of how impossible that should be, even long after their size had stabilized. This should have left her tits so dense that they collapsed into neutron matter after just a couple of months of overfilling, but for whatever reason, not only did nothing of the sort happened, but her breasts remained just as soft, just pliable, and just as happily bouncing as they always had been; no matter how much dairy was pressure-packed into them, regardless of how many countless thousands, nay, millions of gallons of the stuff were being kept inside of her bust, she was still perfectly capable of pushing her hands into them and just keep going until her arms vanished all the way up to the shoulder, and all of it without wasting a single drop as well! The thought that some day she might fill up completely and end up feeling the full extent of all the cream she had stored up did occasionally occur to Sarah, but mostly tangentially; overall, the giantess had come to terms with the notion that she’d just keep building up her reserves ‘till the end of her life, a fact she was more than happy to live with, especially after she met Arthur. One could be forgiven for thinking the pairing was unlikely to the point of being downright illogical, but all the two needed was to start talking about their mutual love for classical music for them to hit it off; they’d had a chance encounter in one of the few occasions where Sarah did actually cause a bit of a scene, just after her second puberty kicked in and the Growlithe was still trying to adapt to that new body of hers. Entirely by accident, she had tripped on a power line and severed it completely, requiring extensive repairs which had to come out of pocket; not that difficult, considering the subsidies she received purely for existing, but still enough to get her to wince at the loss and pay extra attention to where she walked in future strolls. The best thing to come out of it all, however, was when she had to meet with the man in charge of assessing the damages, a young Lucario, around her age, who seemed thoroughly unfazed by the sight of a colossal Growlithe with tits bigger than their body carrying herself around as if she was as light as a feather. While initial impressions were purely on a professional level, the two managed to find some time to chat while Arthur waited for his personal laptop to connect with the company network, and from there, well, the rest was history. Within a couple of short weeks, they’d had their first date, and from there it was just a matter of time before they were regularly meeting up and discussing plans for the Luca to move in; it’d be impossible for Sarah to leave her estate on the edge of the suburbs, especially if she were to trade it for an apartment downtown, and besides, it was a genuine upgrade as far as Arthur was concerned. Sure, he’d need to resort to ladders and ropes in order to move around the house properly, but if the payoff for that was having Sarah there next to him at every hour of every day, then he wasn’t about to say no. The size disparity between the two might be so pronounced that it made regular intimacy quite literally impossible, but the two were nothing if not inventive, and with Sarah in particular being extremely imaginative and open about how she used her body, it didn’t take a lot of effort for the budding couple to find new and imaginative ways to have fun together, even if they inevitably led down the same path: tits. It might be obvious, but then again, they were also the best part of her as far as Sarah was concerned; there were just so many ways that one could make good use of them, especially with how soft they were! Sarah being so much taller than her partner also meant that, in proportion, the little guy could use either of the two mounds as a personal bed with plenty of room to spare, and thanks to surface tension and softness being what they were, whenever he tried he would always end up sinking so much into the Growlithe’s breastflesh that the giantess had to pluck him just to keep her loveable idiot from suffocating… though not before leaving them there for a good ten minutes or so, to enjoy a full-body massage and a complete sensory shutdown as a result of all the noise. For the biggest issue with her bust, and this was an issue even in Sarah’s perspective, was that it was loud, and that was something she could do very little about; as much as she could easily carry her tits around, they were still host to who knew how much milk roiling about inside of them, and the only method that ensured they remained somewhat quiet was being perfectly still. Seeing as Sarah enjoyed doing things, this was very rarely an option outside sleep hours, and even then it required heavy harnesses and a lot of good fortune; out and about during the daytime, however, the giant canid wasn’t about to hold herself back, especially because nothing could hold her back. Using bras wasn’t exactly an option, which in itself had led to a myriad of complaints about public indecency, and as much as she could try and physically hold her tits herself, there was only so much she could do with a pair of arms that were woefully inadequate compared to the titanic heft of her bust. Even the fact that her tits had to be dragged along the ground didn’t help her; somehow, despite their size and how they very clearly scraped against the surface of the Earth, there was never any trail of destruction left behind them, with their softness apparently enough to get both mounds to mould themselves perfectly around whatever obstacle happened to be in the way. In the process of doing so, however, they moved around quite a bit, and in doing so agitated the vast amounts of milk stored up inside of them, creating sonic shockwaves as a result of all the sloshing about, ones that had become such a prevalent phenomenon that the city she lived near had to be the only one on the planet where most of the windows were built out of reinforced glass panes rather than the regular stuff. This was perhaps the one aspect of her biology that gave Sarah the slightest reason to be embarrassed, or at least the tiniest bit bashful about her situation, if only because it was so inconvenient to everyone else; thus, she tried her best to find any way to help reduce the amount of noise she produced, hence why her daily strolls had gone from her happily walking about like she was still at her old size to more carefully placing one foot in front of the other while carefully avoiding any large-scale motions that could potentially create a cascade of shockwaves powerful enough to yield a cacophonous catastrophe. It was hard work, hence why she spent most of her time out sitting down, but at least now that she had her wonderful little Lucario to keep her company, Sarah could afford to spend some time doing nothing but playfully teasing him with how big she was, how productive her mammaries were, and how much stuffed she “felt” at any given point; it was a narrative for her to play out, but one that both of them thoroughly enjoyed, especially when talk of evolution came about. It was never serious, mostly because the implications would be as tremendous as the sizes involved, but it was always fun to sit down and go on, at length, about all the changes that would take place if the Growlithe ever became an Arcanine; it was a known fact that everyone of their kind grew in size whenever they evolved, but typically, since most folks weren’t macros of that scale, said growth was limited, usually nothing more than a few extra inches in height. Even with hypers, any additional expansion they might undergo would still leave them perfectly mobile and mostly unhindered, even if they lucked out on the extra bits compared to the general populace. Sarah though? Sarah operated on such vast a scale that to even consider the possibility of evolution would be to condemn oneself to the mental image of a veritable goddess emerging from the cocoon that was that giantess’ body; it was impossible to contemplate the possibility of it, precisely because the changes wrought to Sarah’s form would at some point break physics just to keep her going, and though she’d been lucky enough not to collapse the entirety of reality as a result of her tits’ density, one could never be too sure about how much the cosmos was willing to stretch the line. This was, of course, assuming she’d grow in the first place; it was entirely possible that any evolution would just give Sarah the bare minimum to qualify for that name… but not altogether likely, all things considered. Far more probable was the possibility that not only would she break through every size record she hadn’t already, but the Growlithe-turned-Arcanine would become so vast, so immense, so impossibly colossal that the whole planet would need to be included in the automated messaging system, and that was assuming her scale didn’t go further beyond! Of course, this was just theoretical; at no point did either of the two actually want to test it, but it was still an “interesting”, for lack of a better word, topic to talk about, to consider, to openly fantasize over. Never in their wildest dreams would Sarah or Arthur actually go out of their way to purchase a Fire Stone in order to trigger an evolution, nor would they ever risk such a thing even coming near them to begin with.

They didn’t really need to.

Other Growlithes might require external aides in order to achieve their full power, unable as they were of breaking through the evolution line without it being done the conventional way. But Sarah was nothing if not unconventional, and her body being the battery of divine power that it was, all she needed was the proper set of circumstances to trigger a release; now, what this would do to her could only ever be speculated upon, much the same as it was with whatever might be capable of making such a thing happen. The two partners were content in simply living their lives one day at a time, under the assumption that it would just happen some day; it being inevitable, there was no point worrying about it, especially not considering how amazing it was sure to be. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and soon enough the couple was celebrating their one-year anniversary, having chosen to take a short vacation into the hillside where they could have some privacy away from the rest of the world; granted, everyone for several miles around could still hear Sarah, but at least they were far enough away that they broke line-of-sight with anyone that could ever bother them. It was here that Arthur, being the hopeless romantic that he was, had decided to take the next step in their relationship; he knew it was silly to pop the question at such a clichéd moment, but he couldn’t help himself. Sarah had blundered into his life and turned it upside down, leaving nothing in its wake as she forcefully restructured the way everything worked; Arthur himself had been forced to take up rock-climbing just to be able to use his house properly, not to mention their intimate moments together being quite impossible to describe despite there not being any… traditional contact, for lack of a better term. Yet, despite this, the Lucario couldn’t help but smile whenever he thought of any of this, for despite the massive changes wrought to his life, he couldn’t rightfully claim that any of them had been a net negative; he was far better off now than he’d ever been, happier than ever before in his life, and Sarah was responsible for this. So he let her know; he let her know, in excruciating detail, just all the ways that she’d made life worth living even more than it had been already, let her know that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, no matter how much adaptation would be needed. He let her know, once more, that he loved her, and would want nothing more than for her to say “yes”, right before wordlessly producing a small, velvety box from one of his pockets and opening it right in front of Sarah’s eyes. The moment was somewhat undercut by the fact that he was half-buried in cleavage, but the sentiment remained the same, as did the explosion of emotions that came out of the giantess after seeing the ring shining under the sun: confusion, glee, tearful joy, an unending sense of happiness that seemed to sprout from a bottomless wellspring, all wrapped together in a neat bow and delivered straight to her doorstep. She couldn’t say yes, because her voice had stopped working; Sarah certainly tried, but the only sounds that came out were more akin to inelegant blubbering than anything else, with her emotions running high enough that her whole body was shaking and her eyes looked to be turning into waterfalls. That said, the tight hug that came after the question was enough of answer for Arthur to know he hadn’t massively overstepped his bounds, as was the Growlithe tipping forward and pinning him onto the ground, licking his entire body in what he presumed was supposed to be a kiss. Perhaps the best way of exemplifying how beside herself Sarah was came from behind her: the Growlithe’s tail was wagging with such force that it had already ripped several trees from their roots and created a couple of twisters from air currents alone, and it only seemed to be wagging even faster with each passing moment! Arthur himself had the goofiest smile stamped on his face, his muscles hurting from keeping that expression up so much; not that he could do anything about it, as it was mostly involuntary, his brain being so overwhelmed by the positive response that he could probably hold that toothy grin for the whole day and still want to go for seconds. Now, if only Sarah wasn’t so intent on keeping him underneath her enormous bulk, then perhaps he could be enjoying the situation a bit more; as much as he adored being stuck inside her plush softness, there was a limit beyond which it began to grow suffocating… especially when the ambient temperature began rising as a result of the giant Growlithe growing increasingly aroused at whatever had caught her attention that time. The Lucario hadn’t expected that response, but he certainly wasn’t about to complain; the two of them had come out to the countryside for a reason, after all. It was only after the shaking refused to stop that it slowly dawned on Arthur that what he was experiencing might not be the shivering of a mind beset by thoughts of marital bliss, but something else altogether; Sarah was still occasionally sobbing, her body flinching as she dealt with the emotional aftermath of the proposal, but beyond all that, her form seemed to… vibrate. Like a colossal, fluffy diapason, it was a constant frequency, only one whose volume only got louder over time, until it didn’t so much fill Arthur’s ears as it did completely take over every cubic inch inside of his head, resonating within his skull to the point where he had to bring both his hands over to his temple just to keep his balance. Yet, for some reason, it didn’t trigger that primal part of his lizard brain that let him know it was supposed to be painful; the Luca recognized that it should, but instead the noise left him feeling… whole. Complete, as if he’d been missing something for his entire life and just then been given whatever it was; ‘twas only after the Growlithe’s body above him began glowing, a bright white light coming seemingly from nowhere, that he understood what was happening, and fully grasped the significance of his proposal. He couldn’t have known, of course, no one could; then again, now that he did, he would’ve happily done it all over again even if he were aware of the risks. How could he not, if his actions had finally unleashed his beloved’s full power? It’d be criminal not to immediately trigger such a transformation if he had the option to do it… especially since it seemed to be spreading to him as well! At first, Arthur assumed it was merely a trick of the light; there was plenty of it, given Sarah’s size, but after a short while it became undeniable that he himself was also glowing; a sympathetic evolution, perhaps? Or maybe the soon-to-be-Arcanine’s power reserves were such that her ascension into their new, glorious form had to shed energy in order to stabilize, and it just so happened to conglomerate in the one other person where it could? It didn’t matter; what did matter was that Sarah was evolving, he was as well, and the two were about to find out what a year of being together meant when it came to their future as a couple. Both of them closed their eyes at roughly the same time, unbeknownst to one another, giving up control of their muscles so their bodies could be as limp and receptive to any changes as possible; that they thought this would do anything was proof positive of how little they understood of their own biology, Sarah’s especially, because the first moment alone was enough to utterly shatter whatever expectations they might’ve had. The Growlithe didn’t so much “grow” as she did assert herself over the landscape; one moment she was the same way she’d always been, thirty feet tall and with tits bigger than her, and in the next her head had broken clean through the lowest cloud layer while her bust had expanded to such a ridiculous degree that each breast could potentially hold about a dozen or so Sarah’s with some room to stretch their limbs… and it only got worse with every tick of the clock. The Growlithe was still a Growlithe; what she was going through was not the evolution itself, but the initial transformative process meant to facilitate the final change; typically, these were minor adjustments to one’s biology, so small as to not even be noticeable compared to the final product, so the fact that they were already ludicrous enough as to cause that level of expansion was… certainly illustrative, if one were feeling generous. Down below, the Lucario was being taught a lesson in size management as well, whining and moaning for more as his body was wracked by pleasure waves and was unmistakable surplus mass and energy being siphoned from Sarah’s body into his own. He didn’t even have time to experience the full ascent, cheated of this one pleasure by way of the universe needing to equalize the two lovers before finally letting them have what they were looking for. A couple of seconds were all that Arthur needed for his sudden upsurge in size and mass to leave him at about the same height as his now-fiancée, albeit with significantly more bulk than her; it only made sense really, since if Sarah was blessed by a bust too large for her to carry properly, then it stood to reason that he should get the muscle power required to haul all of it around! In the meantime, the couple continued to warp and shift in ways that defied the laws of physics, breaking conservation of mass in a manner that would’ve left even the craziest of theoretical crackpots reeling from the shock; one cloud layer after another, they became taller still, and with every heartbeat, it felt as if Sarah’s tits bloated by hundreds of cup sizes, and Arthur’s already-impressive musculature only multiplied itself further. It didn’t take long before the Lucario was buried underneath his own bulk, yet still perfectly capable of moving his limbs as if he didn’t have a city-sized set of biceps in the way; similarly, it only took a few seconds more before each of the Growlithe’s milktanks had burgeoned to a size so ludicrous as to effectively be capable of containing the world’s oceans, accounting at least for how densely pressurized they… weren’t? It was such an odd feeling to suddenly be made aware of, but it was definitely there; caught in the throes of passion as she was, Sarah had failed to notice that her chest, quite paradoxically, felt significantly lighter than it had before, it taking her some time before she connected the dots and fully realized what had happened. Of course her sudden evolution had been so explosive: she had plenty of fuel stored up in reserve to burn up for it. It hit her hard enough that the Growlithe practically stumbled backwards, the notion that she was undergoing some sort of milkgasm-induced growth spurt a bit too much for even her to handle; yet, at the same time, it felt so right for her ascension to be caused by such a thing that she couldn’t help but smile wider, to laugh, to cry in joy as she recalled what had triggered it. She couldn’t help but throw herself at Arthur, shouting his name as loudly as she could physically manage it, knowing that even though his head was, by that time, at the bottom of a mile-deep pit lined with raw neckbulk on all sides, he’d still be able to hear her just as perfectly as if she were whispering into his ear. And, in return, so too did the Lucario return the favour, calling out for his beloved Sarah, that she may know that he was there, he was there for her, and he would never leave. Thus it was that the final stretch began, and the changes wrought to their bodies ceased altogether in preparation for the final size burst; when they were done, Arthur would enter his Mega-evolved form and Sarah would become a glorious Arcanine goddess, and together, they would be massive. The preparations alone had left them gargantuan: three hundred feet tall, and yet their height was so pathetically unimpressive compared to the gains they received in the rest of their proportions that it was practically pointless to even bring it up at all. To think that this was their equivalent of some minor housecleaning was enough to bring them to their edge and then straight off it, not particularly caring about what a shared climax might do to the world around them; indeed, it was exactly what their physical forms needed to trigger the evolution itself, and the instant the couple held one another tighter than ever before, their bodies succumbing to a rush of hormones powerful enough to quite literally drown out an entire city, the light emanating from them produced a final flash, and with it, a release.

It wasn’t just them either. Sure, the actual evolution itself might have been so powerful that everyone on the planet felt it, but it wasn’t because of the earthquake-inducing shockwave, or the pair of howling moans that broke the sound barrier several times over; Arthur was entirely correct in his belief that his own evolution had been the result of Sarah’s own change spilling over into the outside world, as her body was possessed of so much raw energetic potential that, quite frankly, it simply couldn’t use it all. Even when the now-Arcanine blasted through the many layers of the atmosphere, even when she, in a fit of panic, pushed herself off the planet in order not to break it apart, even when her bust overflowed to the point where she had to point it awkwardly away from their homeworld, lest a single nipple swallow the globe without even needing to be opened, she still had enough to share… and so she did. It might’ve been involuntary, but if she were given the chance, Sarah would’ve done the same of her own volition; how could she not, knowing now how divine it felt to transcend one’s boundaries in such a manner? It was highly unlikely that anyone would ever get close to what Arthur was like, let alone her, but that was hardly the point when she could spread joy regardless and allow billions of souls to billow outwards and overtake the landscape. Besides, she and her loving fiancée were in orbit, far away from civilization and fully capable of both watching and avoiding doing any further damage; a perfect opportunity for the ascendant Arcanine to effortlessly pluck her future husband from his spot beside her and shove him directly into her cleavage, just like she always did, that he might enjoy his usual fare of being utterly buried by sloshing, milk-filled tit… just, well, on a planetary scale that time around.

No point changing what was broken, after all. Not when they still had so much room to fill.