The Shoot Is On - Part 5 (Commission for VDO)

TAGS: Pokémon, Hyper/Mega Hyper, Macro/Mega Macro/Planet Macro/Universe Macro, Growth/Expansion, Milk/Lactation, Ascension/Goddess

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There was something to be said about going back to the classics, and quite literally at that; Violet had several decades’ worth of smut films and various pornographic productions under her belt, so many that it had genuinely become hard to count them all, to the point where entire chains of retailers made their whole careers off of selling her and her production company’s products, be it the actual movies or the endless amounts of merchandise that came along with them: enhancers and supplements, clothing with marketable phrases on them that just so happened to induce growth as well, accessories that, too, improved upon productivity, it was all just one big mess that had contributed to the average sizes of sentients throughout the universe to shoot upwards and never stop, with Violet herself bathing in the adoration she received and only becoming ever more massive with each passing day. She fondly recalled the turning point, so many years back when she was still small enough to walk upon planets rather than upon galactic planes, when an unfortunate string of unforeseen happenstances during one of her shoots led to her “accidentally” cumsplodinge very single planet in the Galfos-1885 system, unleashing such vast quantities of power in some sort of mega-evolution that it took the combined the efforts of every single supra-galactic governing body in existence just to slow down her growth, and several more months before it was halted and eventually reversed. By the end of it, the universe breathed a sigh of relief as the reality-spanning Delphox was shrunk back down to a size that wasn’t visible from everywhere in all of existence, though even then there was only so much that science could really do to contain a body of that caliber.

There were so many stacked layers of compression on Violet that it was genuinely difficult to express them all using standard notation; after one got to the fiftieth or so level of upwards-scaling exponentials, the sheer amount of numbers involved would require a significant amount of the total mass of the universe itself just to be expressed, and this was purely the compression factor working on the Delphox’s body, not the total amount of mass on her. Even then, all it really did was keep her from reaching truly reality-destroying sizes, because even these absurd levels of dimensional distortion only served to have Violet “fit” within the confines of a single galaxy; sure, she was small enough that her body could easily relax inside any given star system, but everyone involved in the continuous, unending process of maintaining the compressor field knew that it was just a matter of time before something happened that brought the rickety house of cards down and ripped the entirety of spacetime apart before anyone knew what had happened. Even Violet’s “smaller” form was still beyond anything that any hyper-macro had ever accomplished before, bigger still than Violet herself had been before the Dalfos Incident: her body alone, disregarding the many curves she had on her, was already bigger than her home planet, far bigger in fact, enough that she could actually measure up to a G-type star without looking too tiny next to it. But this, of course, was just her main body; her tits, ass, thighs and package all conspired to make sure that it was never truly seen by anyone, being buried far beneath countless million tons of soft, eminently squeezable and kneadable flesh and fur.

On one side, her tits, so absurdly overbloated that in order to comprehend them, most people had to take a few classes in advanced mathematics. If her torso and head could stand next to a star and be seen in proportion to it, then a single one of her nipples would far outclass even the greatest of red supergiants, utterly dwarfing it in comparison; not just that, but these buds were positively miniscule compared to the breasts they were capping, all-but forcing Violet to angle her tits away from whatever happened to be around her if she didn’t want to end up disintegrating whatever she was around. Not just that, but those mounds were stuffed as well, easily producing enough milk in a single minute to feed an entire galactic supercluster for a few years, needing a significant portion of the compressor field dedicated purely to keeping the flow going into the pocket dimension created just for her. Quite serendipitously, her colossal bust made for a perfect rest for her cock, which had been permanently lodged between her tits ever since Galfos, and was subject to the same degree of productivity boosting that those milk factories were… or, rather, her nuts were, bigger than even her own tits, constantly clenching and begging for a release that would never come. Occasionally, Violet would give her shaft some attention, but she’d learned a long time before not to touch it, lest the entire universe come to regret it; as such, she spent much of her time kneading and massaging her ass instead, because somehow, against all odds, her cheeks and thighs combined outsized the whole rest of her by a significantly wide margin. Entire civilizations could set up shop on a small fraction of her lower body and she would be none the wiser; hell, physicists speculated that, should the compressor field fail, she could probably fit every last ounce of matter in the entirety of the cosmos in a place where the sun didn’t shine, to be clapped to hell and back by whatever random motion she underwent. Was it any wonder, then, that the governments of the universe, be they planetary, galactic or even above, all decided to entrust her as the supreme ruler of their reality? She was, as far as they were concerned, a true goddess, one whose form they were entrusted to maintain for her own edification, that one day she may fully reveal herself to them and lead them to a brand new golden age.

All in all, a body of utmost excess, and one she’d had for quite a while… at least in her head. Far above her, in a level of ascension that even Violet couldn’t fathom, Vivian was working overtime to get rid of that intense blush that had taken over her face and refused to let go ever since she started to directly influence her own mom’s life history. It really shouldn’t have come as a surprise to her that she’d inevitably go overboard; Violet was already massive by default back in her “real” size, so now that her daughter had the ability to effectively rewrite reality to whatever degree she felt like, it didn’t take long before absurdity set in. By the end of it, Vivian could barely even watch as she just kept making her mother even bigger… but she did make them bigger, and bigger still, with curves that never ended and a true, uncompressed size that could probably rival her own. The only saving grace was that it was only mostly because of how arousing it was; some part of it, no matter how small it may be in that hormone-fueled lust storm roiling inside of her head, was focused entirely on getting her mom to a level where the two of them could be together again. It had been getting lonely out there in the depths of not-being, as the sole, undisputed goddess of all that ever wasn’t and ever couldn’t be, and Vivian knew that her mother would eventually break through the conditioning and realize that something was dreadfully wrong, that her precious daughter was missing and that she didn’t know where they’d gone to. So, at least in Vivian’s own mind, the best way to handle that would be to just make her mom be as powerful as she herself was! Surely they wouldn’t mind; they’d always talked about taking things to new levels whenever the opportunity arose, so this would just be a… bigger than average step. Nothing major, surely.

And for that, Vivian already had a plan, one that would work perfectly within this brand new narrative that she’d cooked up and allowed to run free. Truth be told, the goddess Delphox didn’t really dictate every little detail; all she needed to do was give the timeline a little nudge in any given direction and it’d end up doing things all on its own, such was the blessing of free will. And, curiously enough, it just so happened that her mom had decided to re-release the film that started it all, the Galfos Incident… but the unrated version, supposedly containing all the goodies that the average person never got to truly enjoy, including never-before-seen footage of herself at the height of her power; and this is where Vivian came in. In the story that she herself had written, her mother had never breached the limits of her own universe, and even at her biggest and greatest only ever reached the size of a couple of galactic superclusters; thus, while the unrated version would certainly be an instant hit with the crowds, it wouldn’t really add anything new to the narrative… not until the smaller Delphox’s daughter decided to start playing fast and loose with the continuity of reality itself, readjusting this “unrated” cut to better fit the story she’d cooked up for herself, one that would not only give her former universe one hell of a ride, but very firmly jettison her mom out of that tiny universe and out to where the two of them could finally be together and hug it out again, just like the old days.

And, to that end, she had just the solution. Rather than allowing the unrated version to just be a set of fresh new angles on something that already happened, why not go back further on the timeline and start working on the what had happened to begin with, therefore ensuring that when the time came to fully reveal herself, her mom would actually be a lot more powerful than even she could’ve comprehended; it’d be a wonderful plot twist, with the older Delphox coming to the “understanding” that she had, in fact, ascended to the ranks of divinity, but for whatever reason had completely forgotten about it, therefore prompting her to try and make an effort to return to where she rightfully belonged: out there, beyond the boundaries of reality, where her daughter was, unbeknownst to her, waiting for her. It’d certainly be a visually impressive spectacle, considering that Vivian was planning on having the “true” story be so utterly different from the one she had initially cooked up that it would irrevocably shape the way her old universe worked, to the point where it genuinely marked a paradigm shift compared to how it used to be. There’d be no turning back past that point, but there wouldn’t be any need to either; as far as Vivian cared, once she was done, it could only get better.

So she looked back, at what she had written beforehand, and began to make “small” tweaks to the sequence of events, all while the unrated version hit the shelves on some ill-defined notion of the “present”; the flow of time was difficult to pin down and explain properly for the Delphox goddess, for whom the past, present and future might very well just be the exact same thing, which was precisely why she was left distracted during her work. Hard to really focus on modifying the past when she could see the consequences for it piling up on the proverbial corner of her eye, doubly so when they involved someone that she already had issues resisting the allure of; but it was necessary, she had to do it, and in the most ridiculously overblown way as well: it would start with Violet already being as impossibly massive as she was already, with the many governing bodies of reality working overtime to keep her compressed, working off of this improved form as her new baseline; from there, it was easy to just pile on the growth, but that wouldn’t be enough. No, Vivian needed something special, and she had just the thing: more black holes!

Or, specifically, one really big black hole, one so absolutely enormous that it should not, by definition, be capable of existing, something that was more akin to the bastard child of multiple supermassive sinkholes put together in a way that shouldn’t be possible at that stage of the universe’s lifespan (or any stage, for that matter), and kept from utterly obliterating anything that got near it by virtue of there being about as much investment in keeping it contained as there was in keeping Violet compressed. It even had its own designation: an Apocalypse-class black hole, something that Vivian wasn’t particularly proud of, but was far too horny to really come up with a decent alternative to; all that mattered was that, in this new story of hers, her mom didn’t just cumblast every planet in the Galfos system into smithereens and then grew out of of control, oh no. She started by utterly removing the entire place from every single map, past, present or future, at which point the Delphox realized that doing so might’ve had an unfortunately unbalancing effect on her already precariously-maintained body; why oh why didn’t anyone think of that when deciding to hold that shoot? Surely, someone might’ve considered the possibility that her going back to regular stuff like that might risk breaking the seals, but alas, no one did, and as a result, now the whole universe would have to pay the bill.

Sensing that a collapse was imminent, however, Violet knew that she had very little time in which to act. Thus, when her body began to expand outwards at an exponentially quicker pace, she directed her attention to the conveniently-close-by containment mega-facility for the Apocalypse-class sinkhole, located in a large intergalactic void that the Delphox could, for whatever reason, just access by snapping her fingers or something; it was hard to come up with a decent excuse, and Vivian certainly wasn’t even trying anymore. The important part there was that the containment structure itself would very quickly be dismantled, mangled beyond repair by just a handful of loads from the budding goddess, who could only hope that her throwing herself with abandon at that thing would help stymie the flow of power that threatened to make her burst free from her own reality far before she was ready to do so. This was nothing more than a stopgap measure though, and it was clear to everyone watching (and there were plenty of people doing that) that things had already taken a turn for the worse to such a degree that it was no longer possible for them to get back on the rails; Violet would just keep growing as the compressors failed in sequence, in turn feeding the black hole more and more until the two of them were engaged in a cosmic-scale dance that could only end in one way: ejection.

It was a difficult decision to make, but one that Violet knew had to happen. She’d tried her best to coexist peacefully with the little ones around her, but it was obvious that her body just wasn’t built for that sort of universe. She was destined for greater things, to be greater things, and when she opened her eyes and realized she couldn’t even see individual galaxies anymore, that’s when the Delphox gave up pretending; with a whim, a single thought really, she transported both herself and the black hole to just outside the boundaries of her reality… and in the process, completely removed whatever effect the compressors might’ve had on her. The result was immediate, and explosive enough that it completely shattered whatever notions the greatest of scientists within the universe might’ve had about how anything worked, because in a single, glorious moment, the background of the cosmos was turned from inky black to the brightest of alabaster, a coating of cum surrounding the bubble they all lived in that was, nonetheless, merely a fraction of the full release that Violet experienced in just a singular instant. It was something beyond glorious, and such was perfectly visible to everyone as well; somehow, through the gunk, shining like the brightest of suns, was the Delphox’s face, her contented smile all that sentient life needed to know that things would be fine, that despite their goddess leaving them behind, she was still there, watching over them and protecting them from whatever threat might come from beyond the veil.

And thus, just like that, Vivian was reunited with her mother. The older Delphox was still so much smaller than their own daughter, but given the way they were growing, that wouldn’t hold true for much longer; and hell, even if it did, she was there, there for Vivian to carefully scoop up and keep protected while they worked out the intense, nigh-endless orgasm that accompanied their ascension into true divinity, holding the storm of cum and milk as close to her as possible, so as to never lose her mother ever again. Going forward, the two of them would be cooperating on this project of hers, with the rewriting of history now having two pens instead of just one; after all, Violet was by far the more experienced of the two when it came to your typical smut narrative, and Vivian knew when to bring in the experts.

Plus, they were out there in the vastness of the not-cosmos, so… whatever happened, happened.