From Below (Patreon Commission for Cookiechip54)

TAGS: Macro/Mega Macro/Planet Macro, Ascension, Perspective Flip, Planetary Destruction

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He’d lost count of the number of times this had happened, and the number of times that reality had to be put back together after it did. While most people had grown at least accustomed to it, some even becoming fond of the experience as their kinks bled into real life, the young man staring out the window of his apartment at the budding giant… hadn’t, and refused to. It was one thing to search for the fetish art online, yet another to try and find videos where they might be, but there was something about the way that snow leopard went about things that always left him feeling terrified, even if he knew that, ultimately, it would all go back to normal at some indeterminate point in the future, even if only to start over again, and again, in an eternal recurrence that would only stop whenever the giant felt bored of it. Assuming that ever happened, of course.

It always started in the same way, in that it was a completely normal day with absolutely no indication that there would be anything different about it. Trying to pinpoint when an ascension would take place was all-but impossible, but as soon as it started, the countdown to destruction began to tick away at a rate that only grew faster with time; the snow leopard always insisted on accelerating, presumably because the pleasure became too much for them to handle, so while it took a few minutes in between them first feeling the signs of growth and getting to a scale big enough to be seen from across the horizon, each successive landmark took less and less time, until seconds were all that were needed for Cookie to go from merely massive to outright planetary. And for the rabbit looking out the window, as well as countless others around the planet, their experience was inevitably intertwined with this prolonged climax, in that they had to sit there and watch as their field of view was taken up by increasing amounts of snep whether or not they liked it. As soon as the first signs of destruction were made obvious, with the outlying suburbs vanishing underneath the thrashing of a lustful god, the population of the urban sprawl around it split into distinct groups: some would rush to shelters, to whether out the worst of it in the hopes of making it for long enough, others would get in their cars and try driving towards the giant snow leopard, perhaps thinking that they could share in the growth, or at least be stepped on during it; a final group, the one that Marty was a part of, had given up trying to do anything and just watched as everything unfolded. The bun opted to get a better view that time around, fighting against the torrent of people heading downstairs as he made his way to the top of his apartment building and then onto the roof, from where he could already hear the moans and roars erupting from the giant’s throat. They were enough to get him to blush, and he wasn’t even that interested in the process to begin with; there was something about the raw pleasure contained in those sounds that made it impossible for him not to react with the same visceral kind of arousal that the snep was also feeling, even if he himself never grew a single inch.

The same could not be said for the burgeoning titan, whose form refused to hold still on a single height for more than a couple of seconds, an interval that would very quickly be reduced to zero as their expansion accelerated to insurmountable levels. Every uncoordinated step they took as they stumbled and flailed around created large quakes, powerful enough that any structure not built to withstand it began to shake and rumble as it was literally shook down and reduced to dust without the leopard even having to put their hands on it. Marty knew he was safe where he was though… at least for the time being; there was no guarantee that Cookie wouldn’t randomly step on the building he was on, nor that the giant wouldn’t accidentally trip and fall over their own tail in their mad rush to reach the heavens above. Wouldn’t be the first time that happened and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, though given how the giant was veering towards the hills outside town, it was likely that they would spare most of the buildings around them on particular occasion. Not the hills themselves though; if anything, having such large things to bend over and hold with such strength that their fingers dug large grooves into their surface gave Cookie a few ideas on how to use that erect cock of his, and from where he stood, Marty could only wonder how much power must be held within that half-a-mile-high body if it could pull its hips back just once and then immediately plow through a whole hill from one side to another, spearing it with a shaft that only grew bigger in the process.

Perhaps that was the answer to every question. It didn’t matter how impossible it might be to do anything at all, because all it accomplished was making Cookie even hornier, and the more aroused he got, the bigger and stronger he grew, allowing him to commit ever more flagrant violations of basic physics, such as suddenly growing to a full mile in height, then two, three, five, and each hiccup past that point just added even more ridiculous numbers onto the stack. Soon enough their entire body would be unable to perceive without wildly swivelling one’s head around, and Marty settled in for the inevitable, when the snep grew too big to really be on the planet anymore; he was quite lucky that the giant had plowed through a completely different section of the town he was in during their surge upwards, even if the clouds of debris that came with all the destroyed buildings made it slightly difficult to see or breathe, giving him the opportunity to watch as the titan realized his body was, quite literally, too big for the planet. The realization came surprisingly quickly, and with a final earthquake that threatened to take out any freestanding building for several miles in every direction, and a gust of wind from the sudden vacuum that almost pulled the bun off the roof he was in, the snep jumped upwards towards the sky, leaving behind two immense pawprints where he had last stood, a testament to his size and sheer weight. From there, Marty had to lie back and look directly at the sky, where the sun had thankfully been blotted out by the familiar shape of a very horned-up snow leopard. The jump to orbit had left them mercifully tiny out in the distance, but this was soon to be rectified, as the growth spurts he was “suffering” from only got more and more potent over time, making it just a matter of time before the whole sky was nothing but the snep’s body, from end to end. This usually took a while, as they writhed and failed around trying to come to grips with the overwhelming amounts of pleasure they were feeling, occasionally striking parts of the planet with a stray hand or paw, creating shockwaves that were felt across the globe; the damage thus began, and it would only get worse going forward. Much, much worse.

Because it never truly ended when Cookie became spaceborne, nor when he outgrew the entire planet and became a fixture of its orbit, nor even when the snep’s body became so immense that its weight began to interfere with the gravitational pull of Earth, effectively becoming a second Moon… with all of the problems that came alone with it. Tides the world over would soon begin to grow out of control, with massive waves criss-crossing oceans and flooding coastal areas, with each of the titan’s movements causing yet another tsunami to be formed from nothing and be jettisoned in a random direction. The planet itself began to rumble as its structural stability was increasingly pulled apart by the tidal forces generated by the snow leopard above it, the interference caused by their mass triggering earthquakes even when they themselves didn’t smash some part of their body onto the world physically; all of this happened before the snep even bothered to turn back around, and once he did, Marty and everyone else looking at the show unfolding before their eyes knew that the final few moments of their lives had begun… at least for that particular instance of reality. For ultimately, the growth process was something that left Cookie very aroused, enough that their raging hard-on was perfectly visible as his colossal shaft twitched and spurted with sky-blotting jets of pre; some of it would land in the oceans, creating yet another wave front, while the rest would carve out large craters wherever it happened to crash into on solid ground, very occasionally ripping tops off of mountains or completely corrupting the flow of entire river systems. This was, of course, just the start, and the remaining populace was lucky that they never got to experience a full load; it was quite likely that an unleashed, unabated climax would quite literally drown everyone by the time that it happened, because even Cookie’s frantic attempts at getting himself off never succeeded until he was far larger than the planet that, by then, orbited them. Instead, those remaining on Earth had to contend with the gigantic snow leopard using the globe as a stress relief toy, hugging it with enough force to rip out large chunks of landmass as their hips began to roll, bucking forwards and then pulling back, in order to give Cookie satisfaction in the only way he knew how to get it: by grinding his dick against the planet.

It was incredibly destructive, so much so that just a single motion was enough to open up an enormous trench, far deeper than the one in the Marianas’ depths, and one that only got worse with each time the snep pulled back and thrust forward again. Yet this did very little beyond egg him on further, for the deeper the trench got, the more energy he put into carving it out, the more it hugged the contours of his shaft and turned into the perfect groove for him to grind into, only making the planetary-sized leopard pick up the pace and throw even more of himself into the experience. The spurts of pre became thicker, more numerous, and even the amount being burned up by the disturbed atmosphere wasn’t enough to save vast swathes of the planet from becoming coated in the thick, clear liquid, assuming the atmosphere did anything at all; in between Cookie’s breathing becoming increasingly erratic, his body in general being so enormous that he had to push large quantities of air away from him whenever he got got close enough, and the friction between his dick and the planet generating copious amounts of heat, the wind speeds the survivors were subjected to were enough to get Marty to rush back into his building and take refuge, for whatever little time that even worked. He knew that his survival was up to little more than random chance, what with the wind patterns becoming so erratic that it was just as likely for him to get nothing as it was for the entire city he lived in to be flattened by gusts more powerful than the greatest hurricanes of all history put together and multiplied by themselves a couple of times over. Luckily, that time his building managed to remain standing up, though the sounds of the air currents flying by him at dangerously high speeds would remain as a permanent fixture for the rest of the colossus’ ascension.

It would take a while before Cookie got bored of grinding himself against the planet, and even then he’d still keep doing it for a few more minutes after realizing he needed something more, presumably out of sheer inertia; no one really knew what the snep was thinking about when he reached those sizes, beyond some intense, primal need to pleasure himself with whatever was at hand… and it just so happened that the closest thing to him that could help him reach climax was the planet that he had very quickly outgrown. By the time he pulled himself back, somehow managing to remain at a constant distance despite the lack of any obvious means of moving around in the vacuum of space, Cookie was immense in the most literal sense of the word, in that it wasn’t just a case of him being big, but the sheer scale of everything about him having become something so ludicrously oversized that it became difficult to truly comprehend. He became more of a feature of the background, something that existed against the backdrop of the cosmos and blocked off the light of the sun, plunging the daytime side of the planet into the darkest of nights; it was hard to really accept that he was a living being, but as he moved and, more importantly, as he grew, those who yet retained the courage to keep looking upwards would have to confront themselves with the fact that yes, that titanic snow leopard wasn’t just some kind of immense hologram or publicity stunt, they were a real, living being who just so happened to be so big that they could probably hug the planet and still be able to touch the tips of their fingers… and he only ever got bigger. Growth spurt after growth spurt, the whole sky became not Cookie, but parts of him, it being impossible for any one person to truly see the entirety of his body unless they were far enough away from Earth itself; for Marty, and in that particular occasion, this meant getting a good luck at the tip of the snep’s shaft, still twitching, engorged, and clearly needing to be used on something before it exploded. He couldn’t even see the balls that time, but he had to assume that they were as they always were: absolutely colossal in scale, stuffed so densely as to nearly collapse into a black hole, and just about ready to completely cover the planet in spunk, were it not for the leopard’s preferred method of getting off.

It would’ve been one thing if Cookie just kept grinding until he came, or if he pulled back completely in order to jack himself off to completion, but perhaps this was asking too much of a creature like them. Operating on a scale as immense as they did, the snep most likely needed a lot more stimulation in order to achieve climax… or maybe they were just so far gone that they couldn’t think of any other way, and assumed that since he could put everything back together after he was done, then no one would really mind. In a way, he was entirely right; Marty knew for a fact that entire cults had been set up in preparation for these events, hoping that they would be the lucky ones to be smack dab in the “insertion zone” when it came time for their god to finally cum his brains out. None of them would ever be able to live through it though; at the size that Cookie was at, even his cock’s very tip would probably enough to wipe out an entire metropolitan area, let alone the rest that came along with it; hell, it was the one thing that signalled the end of each cycle, when the snep finally caved in to whatever mad desires were roiling around in his head and decided to turn the planet into his personal lover, so what hope did any of them, the little ones running around, have of surviving the oncoming apocalypse long enough to enjoy it? Marty sighed, donning as many clothes as he could and daring to head down the stairs for once; apart from the wind, everything else was deathly silent, as even the most resilient of observers had decided to make a run for it after realizing just what exactly was coming down their way… but not Marty. The bun wanted to see it that time, see it properly as he looked up, spread his arms out wide and welcomed it with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. Perhaps he had grown accustomed to it as well; maybe this is what the cultists and fanatics felt, a sense of grand exaltation, the knowledge that he may very well be throwing himself into the jaws of oblivion, but would nevertheless be delivered safely to the other side. So, as he made his way into the streets, having to keep one hand on the building’s facade next to him and the other on his cap, bravely facing the alternatingly blisteringly hot and icy cold wind currents, he did so with a smile on his face; not because he’d accomplished anything, nor because this time would be any different, but because, for the first time in what felt like forever, he was… at peace. He wasn’t fretting about what Cookie might do to him or anyone else, nor was he particularly concerned about when he’d wake up again back in bed, knowing the cycle was about to repeat itself; when he looked upwards, to see as that colossal shaft began to pull back as its owner, the snow leopard god looming over the Earth, got ready to plunge it deep into the core of the planet, Marty was devoid of any worries. He would look at the halo of flame created by the friction of reentry, the sudden expulsion of more material than had ever been stricken off the earth, the distant rumbling and the sudden spike in temperature as the shockwave approached him, and he would only smile even wider. Because there would be a tomorrow.

And tomorrow was another day.