Seven Whole Days - Part 3 (Patreon Commission for Wanderer-Rychen)

TAGS: Vixen, BE (Both Bs), Growth/Expansion, Hyper, Lactation/Milk, Macro, Ascension/Goddess

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Another day, another building destroyed. Really, it was getting tiresome just how much wreckage she woke up surrounded by every morning, especially considering how the compressor company insisted that they were doing their best at containing her; truly, if they were actually going all out, then she wouldn’t need to wipe concrete chunks off her eyelids every time she woke up, nor would she be forced to stare into the sun every godsdamned day instead of a ceiling. Then again, perhaps she was expecting too much from people who really didn’t know what they were dealing with; she was a goddess after all.

Thoughts like these crossed her mind on a near-daily basis, or at least that’s what Starry figured was the case; the memory issues were becoming worse as time went on, with her awareness of the fogginess becoming so pronounced that it was honestly nothing short of inexplicable that she didn’t resort to some kind of medical consultation… or didn’t accidentally trip onto the truth of the matter, considering the sheer amount of implausibilities being stacked on top of one another with each second that she lived in that self-imposed charade. Really, the only thing she could worry about was how exactly to get to work without utterly obliterating everything around her in a half-mile radius, or just ripping out huge chunks of the city’s foundations whenever she took a step; anything else was secondary.

Beginning the arduous journey of getting up from wherever she was sleeping, the vixen took care not to roll over too much; even the most powerful of spatial distortions failed to live up to the full impact of that bust she was carrying, and if not that, then those cheeks of hers would flatten even the strongest and most resistant of metallic alloys. Truly, she was a person of mass destruction, capable of wreaking havoc on an unprecedented scale purely by virtue of existing, but that didn’t mean she had to sit there and take it; being a goddess came with its own set of responsibilities towards those who lived underneath her, mostly dealing with not crushing them, not drowning their living spaces in her milk, and certainly not allowing any of them to get close to her until she was ready to deal with the avalanche of worship that was sure to come. She was divine, yes, but still needed her rest, lest she wake up cranky and smite someone.

This still didn’t stop onlookers from immediately rushing towards her the moment she woke up. It was always a wonder why and how they managed to avoid doing this while she was still asleep; perhaps her slumbering form created some kind of force field around it, or perhaps it was simply too glorious for any to approach. Maybe these tiny ones believed that with her being awake they stood a higher chance of receiving some attention on her part (they didn’t), but whatever the case may be, the end result was always the same: a torrent of hyper-sized individuals all waddling towards her as quickly as they could move, every last one of them trying their best to get even the slightest touch in before being pushed away. Not that Starry would be so rude as to physically prevent anyone from getting close to her; after all, her body was everyone’s to admire, to glorify, to adore and praise, and if that meant offering it up in a more direct fashion, who was she to say no?

Besides, it’d be rude not to reward some of those little ones with something after the amount of effort they put into trying to reach her. Starry didn’t remember her neighbors all being some kind of tauric variant, nor their forms being so laden with phalluses and breasts that they could barely move, but they were certainly giving it their all in trying to get close to her, even if they had to drag themselves across the ground with a thick lactic trail behind them. It was obviously very difficult for most of them; hell, some were so big that it was a wonder they could move at all, so big that part of Starry wondered why and how exactly the buildings surrounding her were exactly the same size as they’d… always been? Sure, when she blinked and they were suddenly much larger and equipped with elevators designed for plus-sized hypers, the mega-vixen was slightly confused, but they’d always been there, so clearly it must be normal.

Clearly.

No thoughts were paid to the obvious impossibility that was both her body and the sudden transformation of her environment, nor to the frankly ridiculous amount of milk she was already outputting without even noticing. To the vixen, this was just the way things went: she woke up, she doused everything and everyone around her in thousands of gallons of her delicious cream, then she did her best to get up without harming anyone. Easier said than done considering how crowded things usually got at her feet, but with some elbow grease and plenty of sheepish requests for all the tiny ones to please and kindly walk away so she could stand up, Starry somehow managed to heave herself into a standing position, her head pushing through a cluster of clouds before her yawn turned them into wispy remnants of their former selves. It was always a bother when she accidentally affected the local pressure systems, honestly; ‘twas bad enough that her moving caused seismic tremors, all of her supplicants really didn’t need the sudden gusts of wind and occasional sonic shockwave.

Still, she had to go to work… to a certain extent. Starry didn’t exactly need the wages, nor was it something she had any real obligation to do, but it was a task that someone had to perform or else the entire city would explode from the amount of pent-up sexual energy being repressed. With her divine self being at the epicenter of that most blessed metropolis, it was unsurprising that the city’s inhabitants themselves would grow to become significantly different from those who lived elsewhere: not only did their bodies change into forms that were far more suited for the kind of mindless self-indulgence that those who lived around her were allowed to engage in on a daily basis, but their minds warped as well, becoming significantly more receptive to the kind of debased debauchery that had once been the exclusive purview of extreme kink art. However, this carried with it a bit of a problem: someone had to handle all of that horny, and someone had to defuse it in a way that wouldn’t cause serious, lasting damages to the environment and the people themselves.

That’s where Starry came in. She remembered, in the way that the universe and multiverse allowed her to remember, the days where her being at the café were actually perfectly normal: she’d wake up, walk through the city, sit her enormous ass out back and then let her tits flow freely. Now though, the point of her presence there was not for the sake of a commercial transaction, but more a case of… tradition. Everyone knew where she was going to be, everyone already knew what the service hours were, so it made it a lot easier on the city’s population; this way, they knew exactly when to divert their attention and where to divert it to, for the daily ritual that was their collective, orgasmic relief.

It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t glamorous, and it certainly wasn’t clean, but it was necessary. Every day, for several hours straight, Starry had to do her duty as the world’s resident goddess and offer herself up to her worshippers. Now, this didn’t exactly mean that they’d be able to actually reach her, or indeed get anywhere close to the point where they could establish physical contact; rather, the vixen would sit down, focus her power, and the resplendent radiance of her divine form would allow all those who gazed upon it to… relax. Relax and simply allow their inner desires to flow through them, without the need for any complications or second thoughts, until every last soul in a several mile radius around her succumbed to their own arousal and entered a state of free, endless orgasmic bliss. Very few would actually manage to even keep their eyes open after the first dose of the “god light”, as they called it, and even fewer would retain the ability to move; the amount of individuals who succeeded in getting more than a few feet before inevitably losing control of their legs could be measured in one hand. And yet, a few always tried, a few always attempted, all in the hopes of maybe someday reaching Starry, and achieving true enlightenment.

Starry herself wasn’t sure where this belief came from, but she was happy to encourage it; she quite enjoyed seeing people exercise, rather than simply lying on their tits all day like some of the lazier ones did. It couldn’t possibly be healthy for them, and as such she thrived to give them the encouragement they needed to get off their fat whatevers and at least try to get closer to her, hoping that maybe, one day, everyone who gazed upon her would be capable of doing so. Sadly, such a day was still a long ways away; as far as she remembered, not a single person had ever managed to climb onto her, mostly because the radiance she exuded became stronger the closer someone was to her. A few were very determined though, trudging through a good few hundred yards before the increased doses of energy all-but forced them to stop and experience eternal climax, and a couple had even gone all the way from the outskirts to the very edge of her throne. But these were the exceptions, rather than the rule… for now at least.

One day though, they would get there, and to that end, she had to get a move on; even a goddess such as herself couldn’t afford to let go of her schedule, lest she need to perform a full reset and go back to the start of the day, assuming that was even a thing she could do. Was that a thing she could do? Did goddesses reset time? An interesting question, but funnily enough, not one she had time for; chuckling to herself at the sheer stupidity of that realization, Starry gingerly made her way through the enormous arcologies that had replaced the standard apartment buildings that used to be there just moments prior, making sure to squeeze herself through whatever compressed alleyways she could in order to shave off as much time as possible. Off in the distance, framed against the blue sky, was her destination.

She was quite proud of that pillow. She’d made it herself after all… or at least, that’s what she remembered made the most sense. Seeing as nothing could really hold that immense, mountainous ass of hers, and she didn’t feel like having it lie on concrete all the time, Starry had no doubt employed some of her godly powers in the creation of a pillow big enough to be able to provide the support she needed for her very long hours serving as a beacon of pure arousal. It wasn’t exactly a throne per se, but it was about the closest she could get; besides, having an actual chair would be a bit too regal for her taste, seeing as she liked to keep things down to earth and somewhat relatable. Thus, where once had been her café, the backyard where her old form would sit and service whoever wanted some of her attention, and about ten or so extra city blocks, there stood only a single, massive, down-filled pillow.

The only sign that it belonged to a goddess was the fact that it was that big, because otherwise it looked exactly like any other pillow one might purchase at a store… well, apart from the gold trim, that much Starry decided to splurge out on a bit. It served its purpose wonderfully though, even if it took a few minutes for the giantess to climb onto it, and a few minutes more for her to turn around and actually place her ass on it, rather than using it as something to rest her tits on. Then again, considering both her bust and butt were about the same size, it did give her ideas about potentially getting something for the former as well, maybe some kind of padded seat where she could place her immense mounds during “work” hours; it would certainly reduce the amount of incidents where she accidentally moved to one side in order to check up on what was happening to the tiny ones around her and ended up smacking the side of one of her tits against a few residential arcologies, not to mention the perennial issues with overflow after she started milking herself. Honestly, there were just so many logistical problems that came with her body being the way that it was that Starry was surprised she hadn’t yet migrated to somewhere off-world just to make it easier on herself.

Then again, how could she, when she was that world’s goddess? Hers was not a body to be observed from a distance, but a gift, something to provide to the whole world and allow them to work to reach, even if no one really managed to do so. To leave the planet behind and become some sort of orbital fixture might make things infinitely easier, doubly so once the next growth spurt came around (did those come around? Did she actually grow?), but it would also deprive her supplicants of her very much intoxicating presence, and that just wasn’t acceptable. She had a responsibility as their deity to do something about the intense horniness she caused in everyone, and that meant staying behind and making sure everyone could get the release they very much deserved, and so desperately needed.

After all, if not her, then who else? Who else had both the power, the resilience and the endurance required to keep so many people on edge for so long that they could experience that sort of pure, unbridled bliss? If not for her, those poor things would be stuck, unable to truly cross over into the realm of orgasm, constantly stuck atop bodies that swelled and bloated and filled to such absurd degrees that they’d be perpetually unable to achieve any kind of proper climax; a fate worse than death, as far as Starry was concerned. No, she had to remain behind, had to do her best to help those around her, every day, day in, day out, until such a point as she could do so from further away.

Because… that was the goal, right? The goal was to become so magnificently perfect that she could achieve the same results from a distance as she did in person… wasn’t it? It certainly seemed to make some sense to her, even if she couldn’t quite place her finger on why that was; after all, why exactly was she holding back? That was the main question there, and one that immediately leapt to the forefront of her mind the moment she formulated it, given how critical it was to her identity as a goddess: why was she holding back?

Starry knew for a fact that she could do so much more than what she was doing at that point. Sitting there, emanating pure magnificence and allowing everyone else to achieve release was fun and all, but where was her enjoyment? Where was her release? Why was it that she had to do all the work and get none of the fun in return if she was supposed to be that world’s goddess? In fact, now that she gave it some thought, the vixen couldn’t even remember the last time that she actually achieved climax, though she was quite certain it had something to do with that jewelry bracelet with odd electronics strapped to it that she had on her wrist; something about a promise made and upheld, a task given that must be followed to the very end or somesuch, she couldn’t really remember all that well. It was hard to think back further than that morning, a fog curtain that Starry was only vaguely aware of despite slamming her own consciousness against it multiple times.

If there was one thing that the goddess could be certain of, however, it was that she hadn’t gotten off in… some time. Indeterminate, but certainly longer than usual given how much she wanted to rub her legs together or otherwise spread them before summoning an equally-gigantic partner in order to get rid of that nagging itch in the back of her head. Surprisingly, however, some part of her resisted this temptation; despite it being entirely within the realm of possibility for her to just snap her fingers and transform any one of those thousands, millions of little ones into a suitor that could satisfy her desires, and in fact such a thing being little more than the equivalent of a short jog… something inside of her told her not to do it.

Was it some kind of moral obligation towards her “subjects”, if she could call them that? Some sort of universal imperative that forbade her from attempting such a thing while her charges still yearned for release themselves? It would certainly make sense given her luck, though why exactly she thought that was also nothing short of a mystery; surely, as the goddess of that world, Starry and Starry alone would be the one to decide what laws she obeyed, or what laws even existed at all. And yet, despite all this, there yet remained that incessant prohibition, holding her back just enough that she couldn’t bring herself to raise her hand and make reality bow to her whims; and, if nothing else, this was extremely interesting to her.

Starry recalled that she was supposed to hold herself back from experiencing orgasm, though again, she couldn’t quite remember why. While she couldn’t put her finger on when the last time she came was, the vixen was reasonably certain it happened a few days prior; add these two things together, and the reasonable answer should be that she was “due” for one big climax, especially considering how much her loins were aching for some kind of distraction, any distraction really… or was it? She was, at the end of the day, a goddess, a creature of absolute, utmost perfection that therefore required a great deal more pleasure to bring over the edge; similarly, whenever she did cross that line and end up venting all that pressure, the results were proportionately cataclysmic, often leading to large-scale flooding thanks to all the milk and other, assorted juices that flowed so easily from her. Or, at least, this is what she figured made sense, and just as she did so, the multiverse simply made it so.

Out there in the vast expanses of everything, the other Starries responsible for this one iteration’s power boost were quick to pick up on any errant thought that crossed their newest member’s mind in order to simply make it true; all that was really needed was for this sister of theirs to embrace her divine side, to accept it and make it true, for the barriers to come down and another instance of reality to fall to a tidal wave of soft flesh, orange fur, and copious amounts of breast milk. To this end, they needn’t rush; they had all of eternity, after all, and it had only been a couple of days ever since the ascendant vixen engaged in the kind of reality-distorting self-deprivation that weakened the dimensional veil to begin with. Nonetheless, and just like with every other version of Starry, this one too quickly fell to the whims and desires of her alter selves, countless eternities’ worth of raw horny energy being poured into her form just as her godlike abilities were unlocked, boosted to the seven hells and back, and the multiplied even further.

And yet, she still sat there upon her immense pillow, scratching her chin and questioning herself about her inability to pleasure herself. Ultimately though, she was a plaything to the other Starries pulling her strings just as much as she was her own woman, with the latter half of herself slowly, but surely, overtaking the proceedings and coming up with a (for her) reasonable explanation for why she couldn’t bring herself to orgasm: it was too soon. She had memories of a time when she truly let loose, and the ensuing destruction was such that she had to put everything back in its place via some extreme abuse of her own powers; not exactly something difficult, but not a sequence of events she was in any rush to go through again, given how much it damaged the fabric of reality. It was absolutely divine, she wasn’t about to say otherwise, but the sheer amount of buildings that were wiped in the flood, and the deep grooves she dug into the surface of the planet with her paws were enough to convince her that she should probably hold back into a later date, in order to give existence itself some time to simmer down and center itself. At least, that’s what her mind conjured up as an explanation; it certainly made sense, in its own demented sort of way, but Starry couldn’t be certain if it was true, given her unique nature.

Time was, after all, nothing if not relative around her. Not only was she dense enough to distort spacetime itself just by her sheer presence, but her status as a divine entity made it difficult to pin down just what timeline she was actually in; the vixen could peer into adjacent ones, possibilities that would be, had been and never could be, and her job was to take them all and weave them into something that resembled a coherent narrative. Be it through her action, inaction or anything in between, her job was mostly to make sure that her instance of reality continued to exist within the bounds set by its own rules, and going off orgasming whenever she felt like it was incredibly dangerous in that regard; yes, it was fantastic and probably the most pleasure that anything alive had ever gone through, but what about the consequences?

Starry looked around, at the many tiny ones surrounding her. She hadn’t yet started the process of unleashing her full glory unto them, and yet they were already digging their heels into the concrete and asphalt in their mad dash to get as close to her as possible before inevitably failing to resist their own bodies’ arousal overload. They hadn’t always been like that; Starry very much knew that people used to be people-sized, without tauric bodies riddled with so many engorged assets, and that it had been her actions that transformed the population of that city and its suburbs into those kinds of over-sexualized creatures. Her influence had spread beyond it as well, and though the rest of the planet was still safe from her, it wouldn’t be for much longer; soon, billions of souls would be turned into their perfect dream form, and from there, everything would stop: no more industry, no more economy, no more anything but travelling to see the perfect goddess that started it all, right up until she ejected herself into orbit and everyone on the planet could spend the rest of their days looking up and glorifying her. And while this was certainly an alluring prospect, it also made it very clear that she had to slow down; if she didn’t, who knew what might happen to all of her little ones, trapped as they were in their own inability to resist her own allure.

It was settled then. As much as it hurt her to deny her own desires for any stretch of time, Starry was certain that it was, if nothing else, the right thing to do; she could always let loose at a later date, when the entire cosmos would be hers for the taking and she had plenty of room to jettison millions of gallons of milk each half-second during a climax that lasted for entire days, so why bother rushing it? Anything she could experience while planetbound would be naught but an appetizer compared to what she was fully capable of it, so it was best if she held herself back; after all, the vixen had a whole city of playthings to “unleash” upon themselves, and all of this introspection had left her a few minutes behind on schedule.

Readjusting herself on her colossal seat, Starry got ready to complete her task for the day, a slight grin growing on the edge of her lips as she closed her eyes and began her breathing exercises. It was always the most intense part of her daily experience, having to shut every external stimulus off and focus purely on that endless wellspring of divine power that had transformed her into whatever she could possibly be categorized as; it was a fire that never burned out, one fueled by an unknown source that even the vixen herself couldn’t identity, but her extra-dimensional other selves certainly could. Even a small fraction of their own power was enough to transform this version of Starry into something unrecognizable, and the further it was used, the more this iteration of the goddess-vixen drew upon it, the wider the proverbial door got. Eventually, it would become big enough to flood the entire cosmos with herself, and quite literally so with that, enough that this, this thing that she was doing that day upon her pillow, would only truly happen once.

But it would still happen. Those in the city, stuck as they were atop thrones of curves, milk and cum, were all looking up at her, staring at the giantess off in the distance as the heat that permeated their own bodies grew stronger with each passing moment. They looked on as the silhouette of the godlike vixen became more defined against the blue sky, her outrageously exaggerated curves seeming to bloat up even further as she began to glow like a second sun; laying eyes upon her was impossible, for the sight would burn through to the observer’s soul, and yet everyone managed to do it without any real care nor concern, for such was Starry’s power that her own presence could never be anything less than completely benevolent. There would be no overpowering of minds or destruction of essences, naught but the exultation that could only come from being in the presence of someone like Starry herself; she was to become a beacon for all those that saw her as their goddess, and her body would be the main vector for distributing this glory to all the little ones raising their hands toward her.

Everything, from her imposing height, tall enough to overshadow the biggest of skyscrapers downtown, to her ample bosom, stupendously stuffed with countless trillions of gallons of tightly-packed, dense cream just waiting to be poured out, so immense that they could blot out the sun for a couple of square miles each, all leading to the equally-titanic rear sat upon her throne-pillow. All of her, every inch of her (and there were plenty of those to go around) seemed designed from the ground up to cause the same reaction in anyone who looked upon her: desire. Desire and arousal and sheer, unfettered horny all rolled up into one transcendental experience that no one, not even herself, could truly comprehend; all they could do was absorb the radiance that emanated from her, drink from the light that bathed them and welcome it into their bodies, hoping that it would lead them down the same path that it had their goddess.

This was, of course, impossible. No matter how hard these little ones tried, they would never truly get to the same level as Starry; if nothing else, then because of the simple fact that, by the time they became that large, the vixen’s own permanent growth rate would’ve ensured she became far, far larger than she was already, perhaps even big enough to blot out the light of the rest of the galaxy’s stars. But still they fantasized, locked as they were in their own minds, of their forms expanding and bloating and filling and multiplying until they too were sat upon their own thrones, locked in an endless cycle of self-indulgence and debasement of the likes unseen and unimagined by any who hadn’t been blessed by Starry’s presence. This, ultimately, was the secret behind the radiance’s uncanny ability to trigger a city-wide climax: it wasn’t that it made people horny as much as it simply gave them the mental resources to truly see their fantasies in their minds’ eye, making it far too much of an alluring prospect to simply ignore anymore.

And, in the middle of it all, Starry herself, cross-legged and with her arms draped over her milk-stuffed udders, her eyes closed as she felt her power leak out in such vast quantities that it began to scare her on a level she hadn’t considered before… right before the fear turned back around into arousal once she became truly aware of how much power and energy she was wielding with such ease. The vixen could just shut it off, deprive all of her supplicants of their mannah, leave them begging for more as their demands turned to prayer… but she wouldn’t. Starry was, at the end of the day, a merciful goddess, and one that would never once think to make her followers feel anything other than rapturous bliss. It was what she wanted for herself, and she was nothing that special, so why hold back from giving everyone else the exact same thing?

For hours on end, day after day.

Forever.