The Shoot Is On - Part 3 (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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The pantheon had a problem, and for once, it was one they couldn’t actually solve. Being as perfect as they were, they couldn’t improve upon themselves any further, which created a slight issue in that they weren’t necessarily at the top of the universe’s game; they were perfect, yes, but all this meant was that they’d achieved a sort of super-state of existence where everything about them worked in tandem with itself in order to achieve the best balance possible, which unfortunately lead down a path where they were effectively stuck being the way they ended up. While they had spent countless aeons being perfectly satisfied with this state of affairs, as of late a few members of this pantheon had begun to wonder what it would be like to pass down their divine heritage to progeny of their own, preferably in a way that would make this new generation of gods far more powerful than the one that came before; they might be comfortable where they were, but there were still other layers of reality above theirs, and if they wanted to truly ascend, then what better way than to have part of them living on in someone else who breached the limits of their existence?

This was where the issues came rolling back in, because no matter how hard the gods tried, they just couldn’t conceive. There was plenty of seed to go around, enough really that they had to be careful not to flood their own halls, let alone the mortal world below, but for some reason it never did anything other than bloat whoever it was being given to; not a single instance of a successful pregnancy was ever recorded, and as more time passed and ages rolled by, their hope was overtaken by despair, before it eventually fell down into an apathetic acceptance that their eternal existence would be spent in the company of those who’d already been with them all that time. No children to pass their legacy onto, no progeny to whom they could entrust the responsibilities of breaching to the next layer of reality; a sad, pitiful state of existence that none of the gods in the pantheon really knew how to handle, and because of it, things began to stagnate.

It wasn’t as if they wanted everything to be stuck in a rut, but when the gods themselves are bored out of their minds and suddenly have the last shred of hope for change ripped from them with little care or concern for their well-being, there weren’t a lot of ways for the universe to go that didn’t all spiral downwards into an ever more degraded and decrepit state. Civilizations came and went, entropy slowly went up, and eventually the whole thing would end up dissolving into an impossibly vast soup of photons and electrons, maybe even some heavier elements if the gods had remembered to make it so that protons didn’t decay. And they were… well, not fine with it, but accepting of it nonetheless; what else were they going to do, stuck as they were, unable to do anything but live out eternity without the possibility of anything changing?

This was, as far as Vivian cared, a good enough romanticization of something that didn’t happen, but she really wished that it did; a whole slew of gods, just waiting for her to show up and impose herself in order to make their lives infinitely better? The whole fate of the universe resting upon not her hands, but the more productive parts of her body? Better yet, the ability for her to ring the metaphorical bell and come deliver the breeding they ordered, mimicking the tired, but still effective formula seen in pretend-plots all around the smut industry? Honestly, the Delphox couldn’t have imagined a better scenario for her to first insert herself into, right there at the point where the gods had given up hope entirely and were at their lowest point, just before things went down the drain thanks to them abandoning their creations; she would literally walk up to an entire pantheon, declare her intention to breed them senseless, and then proceed to do just that, saving the whole of existence in the process! Or at least that tiny little sliver of existence floating around in the bosom of her true self far up above, beyond where even the grandest of gods made their residence; couldn’t afford to have competition, some of those deities might actually want to abuse their power!

So, with some concentration, Vivian began the process of transferring herself into a specific point in the history of her home universe, making sure to home in on precisely where she wanted to manifest herself: the pocket dimension adjacent to the main bubble, where the gods made their residence. There she would be able to reshape herself in order to achieve the sort of body that even the mightiest and most resistant of deities would be unable to trip over for and fawn over, adding to her productivity and virility to such an absurd degree that it’d be a miracle if her mere presence alone didn’t turn out to be enough to succeed where outright rutting had failed beforehand. She chuckled quietly to herself as she felt her avatar slip away from her, the Delphox travelling through the currents of spacetime to arrive at her destination, seamlessly placing herself within the arrow of time with a brand new, much smaller body crafted from absolutely nothing. Unlike her true self, this one wasn’t as absurdly proportioned as it could be, though at least it did carry a cock and a pair of balls, which would come in handy if she ever wanted to use them; Vivian doubted she would need to, given her raw power, but maybe a few of those gods deserved a little bit of fun after such a long time being denied what was, effectively, rightfully theirs.

To that end, she began to tweak certain parameters about herself. It was easy enough given her station; in fact, the hardest part was not going overboard in giving herself the kind of curves that would literally break someone’s mind in half if they happened to look at them, because it was… actually pretty hard for her not to instantly go there after she had a taste of it. Like most of her body wanted to go back to the way that it was, whenever Vivian tried to add a single cup size to herself, she’d end up adding about a dozen; whenever an inch of length was wanted down below, she’d get a foot. It took a significant amount of time and effort before she corralled those more basic instincts and actually started the proper work, at which point the gods on the other side of the veil were starting to wonder why exactly they felt an immense font of power approaching them from where they assumed was nothing more than… well, nothingness. None dared to take a look though; the last time any one of them tried to peek beyond the pale and into the infinite not-being between universes, they had come back utterly mad and raving about massive Delphox tits and cum spurts that spanned the breadth of multiple meta-realities, absolute nonsense that their peers didn’t hesitate to ignore as the ravings of a lunatic. But, as the energy signature on the other side grew more powerful, it also became harder to ignore that it was taking on a very recognizable shape, one that suggested those ramblings weren’t as mad as they initially wanted to believe; not that the gods truly wanted to accept it, but what choice did they really have, when they weren’t the ones in control anymore?

Vivian made sure to turn her entrance into the most magnificent, spectacular event she possibly could, truly worthy of a theatrical release if it were to be put to film… which it was, courtesy of a completely automatic equipment suite she had manifested from thin air and commanded to follow her every move. It was doubtful that anyone would truly be able to watch the spectacle without their brains imploding, but it would certainly make for some great watching once she had some kind of recording system set up next to her true self; memories were one thing, but being able to actually see the faces on those hundreds of deities when she burst through the veil and spread her arms wide, beckoning them to come closer to her without even bothering with introductions, was worth whatever price she had to pay to see it. Granted, it was less magnificent once she remembered that her explosive entry had left a massive, gaping hole in reality which she had to turn around and hastily fixed, but that was what post was for; easy enough to erase that bit during editing by just splicing the shots correctly.

The pantheon didn’t quite know what to say. One moment they were all staring in the same direction, wondering why exactly there was a large, energetic thing coming towards them at high speed, the next they were all inside some sort of grand temple, every inch of it made of solid gold, silver or platinum, with one wall having been utterly obliterated by the absolute biggest Delphox they’d ever seen. They couldn’t even tell where her head was, nor most of her body, owing not only to the positively gargantuan set of tits they sported, each of which would easily be big enough to store a good chunk of the universe’s entire population in, but the titanic mast of cockmeat protruding from within her cleavage, taller than any of the gods present there, pushing against the ceiling of the temple complex that had been spawned from nothing. This was to say nothing of the two pairs of cushions upon which the Delphox sat: the two cumtanks out in front, easily as big as her tits were, and the two asscheeks behind her, bigger still than the rest of their body put together. How exactly they were supposed to move, let alone walk anywhere, was an absolute mystery, though not one that the gods present there wanted to answer… mostly because something else had taken over their minds: the scent.

It was unmistakable, and seeing as they were all at least partly representative of the very concepts of fertility and virility (somehow, odd how that went), they immediately picked up on it: the Delphox, this gloriously divine, gorgeous beauty, was already gushing. She didn’t look like it, to the point that when she spoke, uttering words that none of them could truly understand, her voice was firm and collected, nothing like the mindless mess that they assumed her to be for the amount of femcum pouring out of her. But they weren’t truly listening, for their minds and bodies reacted to the sudden flood of juices in the exact same way: an instinctive need to walk forward, tripping over one another, that they may touch it, embrace it, perhaps even consume it if they were bold enough and this ultra-goddess found them worthy of doing so. The result was as spectacular was it was impossible to truly comprehend: hundreds upon hundreds of gods, literally divine creatures who could make and unmake Creation itself with the snap of a finger (or parts of it, at least), their eyes glazed over and their bodies moving of their own accord; they were huddled together, trampling themselves in their mad rush to get as close to Vivian as they could, no longer thinking of what might happen to them, driven only by this one, insatiable need to be close to their new ruler. In the meantime, the Delphox herself continued to make statement after statement, declarations she had practiced in her head a few dozen times over that she felt would sound good in the recording; they weren’t meant to be anything more than shitty plot fodder, and that’s exactly how they came out, but at least they bought some time before the first transformations began.

Though Vivian wasn’t yet pouring from where the breeding juices usually came from, her cock being surprisingly dry for the moment, she was also the ultimate ruler of all of reality and its surroundings. Therefore, if she felt like breeding someone, her willpower alone should suffice, and everything else was just existence’s way of trying to rationalize things so they would make at least a modicum of sense from the perspective of a mind that still thought causality was a thing; as a result, contact with the copious amounts of femcum gushing from within Vivian, even the slightest touch of the large, deepening pool created by her endless bounty, was enough trigger an immediate pregnancy in whatever god was lucky enough to have reached it, regardless of what their metaphysical manifestation happened to look like. No consumption was required, nor indeed insertion into any particular place on their bodies, just… contact. A paw, an outstretched palm, a single fingertip, anything was enough to have the power contained in the copious amounts of femcum be transferred into their bodies, giving the gods in just half a second what they had spent aeons failing to accomplish; it would’ve been slightly insulting if the deities weren’t so busy enjoying themselves, doubly so once it became obvious that Vivian wasn’t about to stand around and wait for the results to manifest themselves a few dozen millenia down the line.

Rather, from the moment where the divine entities first touched the femcum to the first bump making itself known to them on their bellies were barely more than ten seconds, and from there to having them be practically immobilized by their gravid wombs no more than a single minute. That enormous pile of gods quickly turned into an even bigger mound of very heavily-pregnant deities whose minds were racing to try and comprehend just what had happened to them; who was this beautiful Delphox, this glorious thing which had come to them from a place that was not, to give them everything they ever wanted to be? Who was this beast, this wondrous creature, whose very presence was enough to warp and distort their perception of everything around them? And why, oh why, must they have been impregnated so quickly, when only now was she was actually stroking herself, only now after they were all already gravid did she deign to give them something more powerful?

Alas, what Vivian had in mind was not meant for the gods below her, but for the ones above. The whole point of this story she’d manufactured was, after all, to give this wholly fabricated pantheon the means to create a second generation of godly beings that they would hand the reigns over, that they may find a way to breach their layer of reality and ascend to even greater heights, where other, more powerful entities resided. Super-gods, if one was inclined to give them a name, gods whose very nature was as alien to the ones the Delphox had bred as those ones were to the standard mortal; she could see them, worriedly looking down at where this debauchery was taking place, worrying about the consequences for them as they were slightly more aware of Vivian’s true nature. The ultra-goddess, of course, was not just going to stand there and let some petty rivalry get in the way of everyone else’s enjoyment, and to that end, she had to make sure that not only was the way clear for the new generation of gods to head straight upwards into the higher realms, but that the inhabitants of the latter would be welcoming to these new arrivals. Therefore, what better way to do it than to kickstart a second wave of breedings? It only made sense after all, to have her femcum flood the lower levels of reality while her spunk, being pumped through something pointing upwards, would take care of the upper reaches… well, at least as much sense as anything could make in this deranged new existence of her, especially considering that wasn’t proper cum coming out of her tip, but pre. Then again, it would all look the same to the camera; Vivian’s precum was thicker than the most potent of breeder’s juices, capable of ensuring an impregnation regardless of whoever it got near, and the next layer of gods would become intimately acquainted with this fact very soon indeed.

Of course, it wouldn’t be enough to just give it to them; not because they hadn’t earned it (because they absolutely did. Vivian loved them like she did all of her little ones), but because there were cameras rolling! She was there to film a shoot, even if occasionally she forgot about that, and if there was one thing she remembered from the instructions received on-set and the teachings passed down by her mom, it was that every good smut production needed the money shot, the one moment, caught on film, where the explosive climax took place. While regular stuff usually shied away from showing it, hyper productions had a tendency of turning that moment into the cover for the distributed movie itself, and Vivian already had plenty of ideas on how best to frame the shot for maximum impact. Again, it was doubtful that anyone would ever buy it, or that she’d remember to sell it at all, but it was an interesting little fantasy she had created for herself, so why not go along with it?

With the cameras floating around her, lining everything up was as simple as wishing for it to happen and waiting for the universe to obey her. Thus, she could focus entirely on getting her rod nice and ready for the explosion, feeling it quake and rumble underneath her fingers, thickening and engorging itself as it became ready to fire the first load of pre, the first of what would be millions before the proper orgasm took place.

She smiled. It was all coming together.