Purchasing Power - Part 4 (Commission for Xilimyth)

TAGS: Chee!, Growth/Expansion, Transformation, Hyper, Milk/Lactation, Cum/Excessive Cum, Multi, Macro

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It was too good to be true, but then again, so had the original product been, and now look at her. Anyone with half a brain would’ve told her that she’d been ripped off, but they weren’t the ones who dominated an entire city just by standing up, now were they? They weren’t the ones whose bodies had become a thing of dreams and fantasies; she was. And as the nascent, budding goddess of that world, she decreed that she was going to get more of that transformative substance! It didn’t do anything, her declaring it didn’t suddenly and magically make more of it appear in front of her, but it sounded nice and imperious, plus it served to focus her back the task at hand, which had slipped her mind almost completely thanks to her growth-induced rampage; granted, the destruction wasn’t about to halt just because Xili now knew where to direct, and if anything, it would only get worse since she now had a goal in mind, rather than merely wanting to flail about in an uncoordinated fashion. She was no longer “merely” dragging herself along, becoming heavier with each step, multiplying her assets whenever her arousal reached a high-enough point; now she knew where to go, instinctively as well, as if the location of the storage warehouse had been burned into her mind after using the product. Alternatively, it could be that she’d read the information on the bottle and it told her where it was manufactured, and it just so happened that she actually knew the place, it having taken her this long for her subconscious processes to make the connections… but nah, that couldn’t be it; she was a goddess! She was a goddess, and as a goddess this meant that if she wanted to know anything, it would be provided to her by the universe at large; the fact that most of her wants and desires weren’t merely being manifested into reality was purely a consequence of her not wielding her powers to their fullest extent, nothing else. It couldn’t be that she was just a regular feline, a perfectly normal dracat-chee who just so happened to stumble onto a growth agent masquerading as body wash; that’d be too mundane, too predictable, too… pedestrian. There had to be a better explanation, a narrative that Xili could weave around herself that would satisfy not only her immense desire for growth, but also the need for divinity that had begun to sprout within her ever since she decided that she had earned the right to be overwhelmingly massive; it didn’t exactly matter if it was true or not, just as long as it was convenient and it did what it had to do, making it, unsurprisingly, easy for the dracat to convince herself that everything happening to her was taking place because it had been ordained, and her godlike self was merely imposing itself on reality after an entire lifetime of being suppressed. In fact, the only reason why she didn’t go the extra mile to start believing it was actually perfectly normal and she was designed to be that way were the many buildings she had to stomp on in order to get to her destination; hard to reconcile the idea that she’d always been a goddess of immense caliber with a planet that was clearly not prepared to handle her at her most aroused, but that was perfectly fine in her book. Having grown into a deity was, in many respects, far better than merely having been one all along; it denoted power, status, and above all, a sense of accomplishment at having achieved that which so many others had dreamed of for centuries, millenia even. Let the occasional cultist leader convince themselves that they could elevate their soul to the heavens on death to become some sort of worship-based entity, she had herself, right there, in that moment, for everyone to see; why should anyone bother with hymns or songs, with tithes and oddly-worded contracts, when they could just look up and behold her? When they could very easily get up on their two feet and walk to their new goddess, to be blessed with an everlasting existence of purest bliss? Sure, she was walking too quickly for anyone to catch up to her, and even if they did, they could only climb the colossal number of nuts that Xili was dragging behind her, leaving the poor things to fight against the musk and the quake-inducing churning of cum, but at least that was better than nothing. At least she was there, giving her supplicants a chance at a better state of being, even if the dracat wasn’t exactly thinking about it too much; it was a given, a constant that had become part of her new life, and one that the big cat didn’t care enough to pay much mind to. Maybe someone would climb onto her, maybe they wouldn’t, but at the end of the day, as long as they didn’t actively hinder her pursuit of higher, better girths, then she couldn’t really care less; this went double once she actually spotted where all the body wash was being produced, some random factory out in the industrial area a couple of miles away from the suburbs where all the blue-collar workers congregated to lead their little lives, working from nine to five doing something that, to them, was utterly meaningless. If only they knew, if only they were aware of what their labour had achieved; they weren’t just bottling shampoo, they weren’t just synthesizing a random product to be put on a shelf so that no one could give a rat’s ass about the people who worked tirelessly, day and night, to produce. No, they had birthed a goddess, and through their actions they glorified the world, glorified Xili, glorified existence itself by fashioning a deity out of a previously unassuming nobody… and for that, they had to be rewarded. The dracat was immensely giddy at the prospect of giving those hard-working laborers what they “deserved”, that being her form crashing through their workplace and promptly smothering them in cockflesh; if they knew what was good for them, they’d hold on for dear life and never let go, for those who succeeded in maintaining their grip would be rewarded with yet more physical contact. It would be intoxicating, far more powerful than any drug could ever hope to be; just being near the chee would be enough to set off a serotonin storm that was sure to leave even the most curmudgeonly of old grumps gleefully giggling like a mindless lunatic as they quickly stripped down to their birthday suit, all of it a desperate effort to spread the infectious carnal joy that they were experiencing to the rest of their bodies. They would lose track of time, for they would want for nothing: no sleep would be required, for they would be in a near-perpetual fugue state, no food or water thanks to the waterfalls of milk coming from each of the dracat’s teats, no sun needed due to the radiance and warmth coming from the giantess herself. With none of these mundane concerns there to help the little ones keep track of when time passed, with no day or night or anything else to let them keep a tight schedule, they would never again know the outside world; nothing but Xili, forever, in every direction, guaranteed to become even more as the dracat continued to grow far in excess than what she had any real need for. This was what was on her mind when she approached the factory, by that point sweating like an open faucet thanks to the sheer effort required to pull her enormous body over to her destination; all she could think to do was lie back and allow herself to fall on the titanic pile of cum factories behind her, but that had to be postponed. She could do that later, after she blessed those responsible for making her what she was, and, most importantly, after she took as much of the substance as possible and just threw it on herself. The chee wasn’t looking to take another bath (at least not one that didn’t involve milk and cum in equal measure), nor did she feel like wasting time applying the shampoo combo to her fur in the way that it was “supposed” to; rather, her intention was to hoist up the holding tanks and let their contents flow down into her, leaving her smeared from top to bottom in the selfsame substance that had triggered her initial growth to begin with. It was a cunning plan, a masterful plan, and above all, a flawless plan; surely, nothing could go wrong, and even if it did, the dracat figured she could fix it on the fly. Sadly, the little ones down below didn’t seem to be so convinced of this themselves; rather than kneeling down and praying to the encroaching goddess, they apparently decided they should try and run away from her at top speed, some of them even getting in their cars in their mad dash to get some distance. Did they not know that she wasn’t there to kill them? To end them? Did they, perchance, think that she was a dissatisfied customer who wanted to make a complaint? Granted, Xili could imagine why that last one might be a thought that would cross management’s mind, but surely no one would be so brazen as to even suggest a perfect being such as the dracat would ever even so much as dare to think about complaining about her size! Surely, they must all understand that what she wanted the most was to just keep growing, to keep getting bigger and fuller and more overwhelmingly titanic, until the world itself began to look insignificantly tiny next to her; surely, they had to understand that running away would be pointless, even on a practical level, seeing as she’d already made it that far. Getting in a car would do nothing… but clearly, some of them needed to be reminded of this, prompting Xili to lean over and smack one of her hands directly on top of the one exit the compound had, coincidentally smashing through most of the factory floor with several of her dicks as she did so, and quite fortuitously smushing her colossal mammaries against the ground at the same time. There was some screaming, some panicking, and a few voices loudly suggested that they should be calling the military to help deal with this “thing”... and that hurt Xili. More than anything else, it hadn’t been the running away or obvious fear that left her feeling downtrodden, but being referred to as a “thing”; she was a goddess, damnit, and a magnificent one at that, how dare those little things refer to her in such a manner? Why, she had half a mind to not extend the offer of life everlasting to the ones who dared use such expressions, but as the initial reaction faded and the dracat’s anger gave way to the more reasonable side of her mind, she had to admit that it was… well, not reasonable, but at least expectable for those in the workers’ position to be so terrified of that which they didn’t understand that they would employ such terms. It wasn’t every day that people got to see a goddess in the flesh, after all, so some leeway should definitely be given, even if Xili wasn’t that keen on doing so; besides, they would all succumb to her anyway, so why bother wasting time being mad at someone when she knew they’d turn around of their own (debatably) free will eventually? Best if she just put on a smile, turned to face the crowd gathered outside the ruined factory, and try to make it known that she meant no harm; rather, that she was determined to be as helpful as possible in this transition, even if it meant taking time out of her very busy schedule to help get people up to speed on the whole “you are now the worshipper of a massive skyscraper-sized chee” thing. In fact, just saying it like that, even in her head, let Xili know how absurd it was to expect people to just… fall in line. They still should, but at least it wasn’t that awful of a transgression when they didn’t.

Nevertheless, it was important that her little ones quickly learn that their place was beside their goddess; not under, even if that would be fine, but at her side, for Xili’s intention was to elevate everyone else alongside herself. Not in terms of size, obviously, that’d be ridiculous; only she was allowed to be so gargantuan, only she had the permission to become something akin to a titaness of legend, even if a very lewd, excessively well-endowed one. No, they would be with her in spirit, metaphorically even, experiencing an eternity of bliss and happiness and joy and whatever else they could think of that would get her some more of that growth agent. Thoughts were hard, especially when the chee had that extra voice in the back of her head nagging her to stop thinking and to start doing, one that she had to battle against with her still very real desire not to hurt anyone in the process of growing any larger. Such conflicts were moot, however, because mere seconds after the dracat burst through most of the factory with her many rods, she realized something important: if this complex was used to manufacture the body wash that had made her grow in the first place, then surely this meant that by throwing all of her weight at it in the way that she did would have completely destroyed the source… but not the material. Opening a bottle by literally smashing it open didn’t get rid of its contents, merely spread them all over, which could only mean that the oddly cool sensations that had been creeping up cocks and portions of breastflesh exposed to the ruins of the factory had to be… yes, yes, they had to! How silly of her to assume that she could just barge in like that and not have the universe hand a victory to her on a silver platter! Xili was beside herself with excitement, completely forgetting about keeping the parking lot blocked when she heaved herself back up onto a sitting position, eager to find out if her suspicions were correct: lo and behold, there was something chilly, smooth, and most definitely syrupy running down the front of her many busts and down the lengths of her multiple shafts, a substance that, when the chee took her hands to it, was immediately recognizable as the same one that started her rampage in the first place. Just like that, the giantess’ aims were shifted away once again, with any concern she might’ve had for her supplicants vanishing into the aether to make way for yet more size lust, yet more desire to grow; all the dracat could do was run her hands all over herself, trying her best to get the shampoo-body wash combo over as much as her form as she could, just like back at home in the shower, in the hopes of triggering a growth spurt unlike any other. If she ever ran out of the stuff, all it took would be dipping her hands into the wreckage of the factory, and after all the rubble was blown away, all that was left was the growth agent, sticking to her hands in the most satisfactory way imaginable; much like it had previously, the substance vanished almost instantly after making contact with her fur, so much so that, by that point, Xili was convinced that her body actually was directly absorbing it, as that was the only explanation that made the slightest, even if slimmest, amount of sense. But such distinctions were ultimately meaningless, since the whole point of getting to where she was had been to reach the source of her growth, and now that she had, it was so, so easy to let go and imagine herself as she would be in just a few seconds’ time… so easy, in fact, that Xili completely forgot that her initial spurt of size hadn’t been global and proportional; with her head stuck in the clouds, beset by growth fantasies that, for most other people, would be little more than dreams, the chee had completely missed the fact that the body wash had only ever given her more cock and balls, and literally nothing else. She only had bigger, more numerous tits because she drank of her own seed, and her body was only as big as it was in general due to the effects of the creamy milk she had consumed with such enthusiasm, what felt like years before. The actual growth agent itself, though the catalyst for everything that happened afterwards, had only left her heavier between the legs, nothing more… a reality that Xili was about to become deeply acquainted with after she ran out of the stuff. It was a testament to how far gone the dracat was that she didn’t once consider the possibility that the shampoo factory wasn’t a bottomless pit, and that she wouldn’t be capable of just dipping her hands into its destroyed husk to retrieve more of the delicious growth agent for all of eternity. Thus, when she kept digging in the rubble and returned dry every single time, her mind took a while to process what was happening, just enough time for the gel to work its magic in exactly the same way it had before; it was nothing if not wholly predictable, which just made Xili’s complete lack of preparedness all the more obvious. The dracat yelped when she felt her eight cumtanks begin to swell with renewed strength, bloating outwards with a speed that the chee had not once considered possible; within moments, she was stranded atop them, unable to even so much as move her legs, lest she end up rubbing her nuts too much and cause a flood… not that this would change much, seeing as she was already in full flow from her triple tri-cocks, but at least it would help to mitigate things somewhat, for a given value of “mitigate”, at least. It was hard to hold back the rising tide when the collective sum total of all the waters in the ocean came crashing down upon the shore, and that was exactly how Xili felt every time she made the slightest effort to contain her newest growth spurt; past a certain point, she couldn’t even figure out why she was doing it beyond a vague notion of it feeling better whenever she pretended not to want it, a role to play that the dracat would have to figure out with some heavy-duty self-reflection later. For the time being, not only were her cum factories swelling at an alarming rate, reaching near-double their previous size in under a minute, but her dicks too were becoming difficult to manage; nine rods, each of which were big enough on their own to rival skyscrapers for size and volume (if not for mass, where Xili’s cocks were clearly the victors), and yet somehow such measurements seemed so puny compared to the sort of distances were involved in this new body of hers. All of her rods flew towards the sky, gaining foot after foot of length, so quickly and unexpectedly that the only reason the dracat didn’t immediately topple backwards from the sudden expansion were the many cumtanks she was sitting on, keeping her at least somewhat stable in between all the madness… even if just physically. For each moment that passed, her new size left her previous one in the dust, more and more of the city around her vanishing underneath the relentless onslaught of her expanding form, entire blocks destroyed in the blink of an eyes by fractions of single nuts, while the deluge of precum pouring down from her rods from up above reached terminal velocity and left deep impact marks on the ground whenever the globs smashed against it. And yet, this wasn’t Xili’s main concern; she knew, on some deep, instinctual level, that anyone caught in her maddening growth burst would be safe, just as long as they opened themselves to her and clung on for dear life. She knew, even if she wasn’t certain how, that none would be hurt in her ascension, as she was a gentle, caring goddess, and would never allow anyone to come to harm under her watch. No, her problem was that the pressure she was feeling inside of her two sheaths had begun to rise again, even beyond the amount already reserved by the rest of her size spurt, in exactly the sort of way that she had quickly learned meant that a multiplication was about to occur. The chee didn’t even want to look down; she knew, in her heart of hearts, that if she dared to observe the process as it unfolded, it would permanently scar her, turning her into a mindless breeding drone whose only purpose in life would be to hump at thin air in a vain attempt at satisfying urges that no one on the planet would be capable of helping her with… well, unless she used the planet itself, but then again, the dracat wasn’t in the business of cracking inhabited homeworlds, nor did she feel like wasting such a perfect opportunity to establish herself as a goddess in her own right. No, she just sat there, eyes closed, hands firmly holding onto two of her many tits; they were gone, all the way up to their wrists, sunken into plush, sloshing breastflesh, grasping at the milky orbs hard enough for their claws to sink into their skin, but it wasn’t painful; why, it barely even registered next to the unfathomable amount of pressure coming from further down below, from where Xili assumed she was growing a whole bouquet of cocks, where everything was so terrible, yet so grand, so magnificent, that the giantess truly believed that she was going to pop. Hell, she was going to tear open like an overstuffed turkey, she was sure of it, for nothing in existence could withstand that level of stretching and come out of it better off for it, not even herself. She earnestly, truly believed this, and kept believing it even through the multiplication itself, even when her sheaths began to engorge further and widen to make way for the new sets of rods, and especially through the agonizing moments where the tips of her shafts poked out from the darkness within, revealing that each of her two arrangements of lengths were now arranged in a near-perfect hexagonal pattern, with her duo of sheats bearing fruit to hold six cocks each! It was an almost absurd number, and certainly not one that she could ever put to use on any hyper that she’d ever heard of, but when she finally opened her eyes, when she saw what had happened to her… Xili smiled. It was a broken smile, one that denoted more of a mental crack than it did anything remotely resembling mirth, but a smile nonetheless, as the dracat’s mind struggled to comprehend just what in blazes she was looking at: twelve dicks. Twelve. Two were too many, six were perfect, and now… now she didn’t have words to explain what it was she was feeling. Something beyond bliss? A sensation that transcended her mind’s ability to share it with someone else? A fundamentally personal journey, one that began and ended in the same moment in time, that started with her seeing her newest numbers of rods and reached its conclusion with her acceptance of the excess, even if she didn’t quite know what to make of it. She would flood the world, that much was certain, and would do so gladly, without even thinking too much about it; she would thrust once and create sonic shockwaves, capable of traversing thousands of miles, and not even realize what she had done. But above all, she would do so much more than that.

Because she wasn’t done growing.