A Wish Come Truer - Part 3 (Commission for Xilimyth)

TAGS: Chee, Growth/Hyper Growth, Monkey's Paw, Hyper/Extreme Hyper, Macro/City Macro, Milk/Lactation, Taurification, Multi

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Of course, being stuck in as much of a vicious cycle as she was ensured that, at any given moment, Xili’s body was in a near-constant state of flux, especially given that her mind had attuned itself to the pleasurable sensations firing into it every half-second and achieved some sort of heightened state of consciousness where it could somehow resist the allure of succumbing to the obscenity of it all and falling into ever deeper pits of depravity. And while this might indeed have given her a higher degree of control over what her body did, it also unfortunately (for everyone around her) gave her the ability to continuously, and consciously, lust for more; after all, if her body was the way that it was at any given point, then clearly it could be made to be better, and if it could be made to be better… then why shouldn’t it be? Why shouldn’t she be taller still, towering over not just the skyline around her but the one she had set her eyes on, bigger than the skyscrapers that dominated the cityscape, tall enough that her head reached the bottom cloud layer and began shuffling around the wispy formations until small tornadoes formed with each breath? Why shouldn’t she elongate her tauric torso, giving it more mass from nowhere until a third pair of legs had to sprout between her two existing ones just to be able to keep her mobile? Why shouldn’t she just burgeon outwards with ridiculous amounts of chee, just so the whole damn city could look upon her and see what it was like to gaze upon divinity?

Well, there was one good reason for it, and that was mobility. It was already hard enough to walk when she had those four colossal milk tanks out in front of her, so giving her body a reason to add more onto her was probably not the best of ideas. Sure, it would look good, and definitely improve the way she looked, so clearly there wasn’t any real reason not to do it; it just made sense to keep adding more rows of milk-laden breasts onto her frame, more and more and always more until she somehow ended up feeling herself drag along the ground at the same time as her topmost row of mounds was pressing against  her face from how pushed up it was, making it impossible for her to even see where she was going. Anyone looking at her from out in front would only be able to discern what looked like an impossibly-stacked four rows of heavy cream factories, all of them jumbled up on top of one another and competing for space so tightly that it was a wonder there was even any there to begin with. This, of course, only meant that further course corrections were required: if there was no room on her torso, Xili would simply make more room.

It took awhile before she got accustomed to the sudden extra length her main body had received, enough that it was almost as tall as her enormous tauric undercarriage was long, giving her the look of someone who was about to topple over at any given point, all while exuding the sort of divine excess that only a creature such as her could muster. Not only had she sprouted a grand total four for rows of breasts so colossally stuffed that each step she took caused rivers of her cream to splash down with enough force to pierce through the steel and concrete roofing beneath her, but her sides had developed a similar number of arms as well, one pair of each row, allowing the taur-chee to keep a firm a grasp on all of her busts, that none of them might go without stimulation at any given time. The chee should be screaming, hollering at the top of her lungs from the excess stimulation, but instead, her mouth was snapped shut and stretched out into a wide, exceedingly terrifying grin that could only mean the city was about to be shown what it was like to experience true terror. For Xili wasn’t done yet; not even close.

Her torso might be full, but her taurso was dreadfully empty, a problem that needed immediate fixing as far as she was concerned; what was the point of carrying something that big behind her if it, too, wasn’t so absolutely stuffed with breastflesh that she’d leave a long, deep trail of destruction wherever she went? It was a downright criminal waste of space, and no sooner had she formulated this thought that her body’s constant transformative madness obeyed its intention, and everyone for miles around was blessed with the sound and seismic feel of an almost impossibly-numerous twenty brand new udders suddenly appearing underneath Xili’s tauric undercarriage, going from non-existent to slamming so heavily on the mangled city below that the shockwave flattened everything in a half-mile radius, and caught the dracat blindsided with the inherent pleasure of having ten pairs of nipples suddenly be squeezed beyond the point where it was even orgasmic. That she immediately burst in a milkgasm from every teat was unsurprising; what was out of the ordinary was the sheer strength with which each of those teats erupted, the taur-chee’s control of her body suddenly slipping for just long enough that her lactic production somehow managed to outpace even her full release, her fourteen busts groaning loudly enough for it to be slightly painful as they filled at such an insane pace that, by the time Xili wrested control of the situation back from her own arousal… she was completely immobilized. This was easily fixed of course, but just the simple fact that a few seconds had been enough to turn her from big-yet-mobile to each of her colossal breasts being big enough to smother several city blocks was…

Well, it should be worrying. But it wasn’t.

Quite the opposite.

If there was anything that Xili was thinking about at that exact moment was how much of an opportunity this had turned out to be to really push her limits in terms of what was even imaginable, fully on-board with ignoring whether or not she should do something while focusing entirely on whether she could; not exactly the way it was supposed to go, but then again, most people never dared to take power for themselves in such a way as to end up bigger than most of a city’s downtown area and still growing whenever they weren’t paying attention, so why even bother judging herself by any standard other than her own? The dracat was convinced that she had transcended the bounds of mere mortality and became something greater, a goddess perhaps, one blessed with the unfortunate curse of being able to improve herself by simply wishing for more regardless of how much she happened to have at any given point. It was probably not the intended point of the monkey’s paw, hell, that one had probably been left at her house even before she even began this path of destruction, but it didn’t matter anymore; her wish was made, her fate was sealed, and now that she couldn’t move anymore, it was time to fix that and regain mobility, whether or not the city liked it.

It was quite simple, actually. All that was required of her was to burgeon outwards with extra mass in every direction while avoiding depositing anything on her breasts, easier said than done as the experience of growing larger while watching her milk-stuffed udders remain the same size awoke certain things within Xili that made it difficult for the dracat to focus entirely on her dream size not including yet another boost to her many, many mounds, but rather being big enough to be able to handle the ones she already had. It was harder than expected, so much so that she had to stop on occasion in order to recenter herself and avoid another drastic and unfortunate growthsplosion, but it wasn’t impossible; within a few short minutes, the chee-taur was no longer confined to the tight embrace of her oversized breasts, but rather towering over the entirety of the city once again, having grown to just the right size that she was able to move around again, but not yet big enough that her tauric tits wouldn’t still grind along the ground. After all, what was the point of carrying ten rows of udders underneath her if she didn’t get to have some fun on their account?

This left her in the rather enviable state of being able to climax purely from taking a single step, if she so desired; with twenty nipples kept near-permanently erect and ready to be pleasured to a degree so high that it confounded mortal minds purely from her moving forwards (given that each of her steps accounted for a couple of hundred yards already) just on her tauric self, and an extra eight on her torso that she desperately tried (and failed) to reach with her equally-numbered arms, Xili didn’t really have to try hard in order to fly off the edge and experience some of the most mind-shattering orgasms that anyone alive could ever hope for, complete with a flood of milk from each teat and probably enough growth to cover even more of the cityscape than she did already. But that’d be for lesser folk, for those who merely succumbed to their bodies rather than grown above such base desires and achieved mastery over their forms, much like the dracat herself did. The time for mindlessly pleasuring herself would come, of that there was no doubt, but there was still plenty of work to be done that didn’t involve going completely crazy with side, productivity and numbers, work that involved making sure that everyone who saw her recognized her for the goddess that she was, rather than just a really big chee with six legs.

First things first: her wings. They hadn’t received much love ever since she began her ascent towards the heavens, so what better place to start than right now? Xili giggled to herself as she considered that notion, that her body wasn’t technically being changed according to her will but because the wish she had called for was “cursing” her with a body that was exactly like she asked it to be; it was hard to tell whether or not the whole process was doing this on purpose or whether the curse was genuinely attempting to give her too much of a good thing, but whatever the case may be, it was surprisingly easy for the dracat to simply wish she was a particular way for her physical form to be warped and changed in just the right ways to match that dream picture of herself. It almost felt too easy, and if not for the constant flood of sensations keeping her well and truly on edge, held back only by her own force of will, the chee might’ve thought that everything that happened since she originally picked up the monkey’s paw had been nothing but a dream.

But no, it was real, far too real for her to even consider imagining it as a fantasy, especially once she focused her attention entirely on her wings and pictured herself carrying a pair so immense, so unbelievably powerful, that a single flap of them would be enough to topple entire skyscrapers and level whole city blocks with ease. They still wouldn’t be enough to help her lift off the ground, not even close to it, but if there was anything that sold the idea of power and dominance, it was carrying a set of wings that could blot out the sun without her even trying; and indeed, this is exactly what she ended up giving herself after allowing her mind to wander in just the right direction (or the “curse” gave her, if one was feeling particularly pedantic), unfurling her brand new wings on either side of her and allowing them to take more and more space in the air, growing wider, taller, thicker, stronger, leathery groaning filling the ears of all those who were now cast in shadow underneath those powerful limbs, capable of destroying anything short of geographical formations with a single motion, yet still so far away from even being remotely capable of lifting the chee herself off the ground.

This wasn’t the point though; the whole idea of having those things became as large as they did was less for utility and far more so she could indulge in her ridiculous draconic fantasies, now being able to pull her wings back and cover her tauric flanks like she’d seen other quadrupedal dragons do. It didn’t accomplish much of note, but it did leave Xili feeling so giddy that the monkey’s paw curse was kept dormant for a while, seeing as the giantess it was afflicting was far more concerned with flapping those things ineffectually and feeling them up like they were the finest cloth to really wonder too much about what her “dream body” would be like. All the while, down below in the ruins of a city that Xili herself had all-but forgotten had even existed to begin with, thousands upon thousands of tiny little people had begun to make their way closer to her, in stark contrast to the panicked flight that had dominated most of the minds of those bearing witness to the original ascension back at the plaza.

It was a perilous journey, given the amount of milk flowing through the remnants of shattered buildings and the colossal piles of rubble that used to be entire apartment blocks or megastores, still solid enough that they served as barriers, breaking up the flow of cream so that it flowed with even more strength down roads and avenues, making it practically impossible for any person to get anywhere near Xili on their own. Thus, what the dracat would see, if she bothered to look down or anywhere that wasn’t directly at her body, would be hundreds of groups of highly variable size, holding themselves together by interlocked hands and arms, braving the streams and rivers of milk by anchoring themselves on anything they could and advancing a few tentative feet at a time. Many would be swept up in the endless, roiling torrents of lactic bliss that emanated from each of their new goddess’ nipples, but they didn’t care either; even if they were washed away and back to their starting point, the many people making up the expedition would simply regroup, hold themselves again, and try once more, hoping that that time would be the one where it worked.

And they weren’t ever alone. With hundreds of such agglomerations of worshippers trying their luck, at times it was hard to even see the milk at all, allowing each individual nucleus of praising followers to help the one nearest to it in their endless quest towards Xili’s body, until the first few lucky ones began to reach the lowermost sections of her tauric breasts, climbing onto their surface while still trying to keep their arms and legs in connection with one another, forming a hundreds-yard-long chain that occasionally stretched so far back as to allow the newest of supplicants to begin their own journey by simply holding onto the last person in the line and going with (and against) the flow, their eyes glazing over from sheer overexposure to the divine milk running all around them. Those precious blessed few who were on Xili had effectively ceased to function entirely, at least of their own accord; their minds were completely overtaken by their devotion to the colossal dracat, utterly unable to process anything that wasn’t their unending praise and worship for a creature that had come from nowhere to enlighten them as to what true divinity was like. No more praying in the hopes of being heard, here was a goddess that was there for them to look at and admire, no questions asked, no tribute demanded, no nothing but their own arousal to fuel her further… or at least so they assumed.

For Xili, none of this really mattered; as much as her presence was enough to completely shatter the minds of the lesser ones around her, those tiny little flickering lights barely even registered a pinprick on her enormous body, especially given that even the vast oceans of steel wreckage didn’t so much as tickle anymore. She was vaguely aware of somethings climbing onto her, but much like one could easily ignore a couple of ants climbing onto one’s foot during a picnic, it was trivial for her to pretend like they weren’t there, focusing much more on how her body could still be sculpted to become more perfect, regardless of how little sense that made. It wasn’t until a chance glance downwards that the chee-taur was suddenly made aware of just how many people were climbing onto her body, and while an older, less divine version of herself might’ve found this to be objectionable, this new and improved, more deific avatar that she had carved for herself was far more at ease accepting the idea that she was just that alluring that people were happy to throw themselves at her and climb her form like some sort of soft, milk-stuffed mountain. It only added to her growing ego, the realization that she was, indeed, just as godlike as she felt, just as alluring to everyone else around her as she was to herself, which was one hell of an achievement considering how hot and bothered her body left her feeling; perhaps this is why all of those tiny ones on her body had completely lost their minds, given that they weren’t nearly as resilient towards Xili’s body as Xili herself was.