Divinity, Conquered (Patreon Commission for RhythmicSlither)

TAGS: M/F, Blaziken, Chameleon, Hyper, Muscle, Growth, Macro/Universe Macro, Ascension/God

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Even assuming those rings worked at all, Darius had his doubts that they would really do much at all; after all, the two of them were already bigger than anyone else at the gym by a very wide margin, so what exactly were trinkets designed for the little ones going to do to them that they hadn’t already done to themselves. Despite this, Iris was insistent that they try anyway, if for no other reason other than they might possibly work, and if they did, then things would be even more amazing than they were already. This was, as far as the Blaziken could tell, absolutely flawless logic that he couldn’t disagree with, so he put the ring on his finger, clicked the button that was supposed to set it off, and went back to his regular workout.

Every day for the past two years or so, Darius and Iris had met at that gym for their regular five hours of physical exercise, a workout regimen that the both of them had heard about at around the same time and had fortuitously decided to start working on near-simultaneously; in fact, they met when Darius walked in to sign up for gym membership and Iris was already finishing up her own paperwork, making for as good of an excuse as any for the two of them to start working out together, especially given that, back then, they were about the two scrawniest people in the whole gym. Having decided to get started in the middle of spring, there was no one left from the flood of Resolutioners (as the rest of the gym-goers called them), leaving them to look incredibly out of place next to the hunks and amazons that made that place their home. They were lucky that everyone else was quite welcoming of them; no elitism, no sidelong glances at what they considered to be puny weaklings, but rather an endless supply of tips, advice and even mechanical help for when one of the pieces of equipment inevitably stopped working or was bent out of shape. Thus, over the course of their two years there, the chameleon and Blaziken had struck up an initially odd, but eventually enduring and stable friendship, based on both of their endless appetite for more.

For after a while, it stopped being about looking better, or getting more fit, or any of the excuses that they originally had for slotting in so much time at the gym when compared to the average person, and became about more. More size, more musculature, more biceps, more thundering steps, more doors broken, more milk, more cum, more balls, more dick, more tits, more everything; they didn’t know whether it was because of their workout regimen affecting them in some strange way or their bodies just being that special, but where others “merely” gained Adonis-like figured that they could sell for a pretty penny to a sports magazine, Darius and Iris got so much more. In fact, they had reached their self-imposed goals within a few short months, not even half a year, leaving the gym staff and regulars flabbergasted at how easily their bodies took to their new routine. They could’ve stopped there, but the rush of serotonin whenever they flexed one of their arms and saw the veins on those biceps bulge, or took a step and watched as the water inside the cooler on the other end of the room trembled, was simply too much for them to give up. The fact that their more private areas were gaining so much from the exercise that they stopped being private also helped as well; Darius had never envisioned a world in which he simply couldn’t hide his package, and thus had to make do with a speedo that did absolutely nothing to hide any of it, nor did Iris consider that hitting the gym would leave her with a pair of breasts big enough to obscure most of her chest while still being near-perfectly spherical. Even better, there seemed to be some cross-contamination going on, because after the first year mark, the chameleon had to deal with a heavy, floor-dragging package of her own while the Blaziken suddenly had a pair of inexplicably very full pecs that constantly leaked milk whenever he even so much as laid a finger on them.

This was by the end of year one, and again they could’ve stopped, but didn’t, choosing instead to go for double or nothing, and causing no end of trouble for the gym when their bodies just stopped being able to fit inside. Luckily for everyone involved, the sheer publicity generated by both Darius and Iris had brought in so much more extra business that not only could the building itself be expanded to meet the growing demands of their best customers, but said customers could be brought onto the staff as well, serving as little more than glorified window dressing, albeit very good dressing all things considered. With each of them being easily over twenty feet tall, Darius carrying a pair of face-obscuring, milk-leaking pecs and a pair of nuts so big that he looked small next to them, all while Iris had to contend with a bust so colossal that she literally had to push and pull it from place to place, given that it was permanently stuck squished between the floor and the ceiling, it was nothing short of a miracle that their impossibly bulked-up and well-defined musculature was still the biggest attraction on their bodies, and indeed the one that generated the most traffic for both them, the gym, and prospective business ventures. Iris in particular had wondered when she’d be given some sort of lingerie modelling offer, but instead all she was ever given were sponsorship deals for sports drinks and muscle enhancers, both of which she took gladly, while Darius just basked in the glory of being the biggest fire-type on the planet.

And they could’ve stopped there. But they didn’t.

The rings that Iris had purchased were supposed to help people put on muscle mass, which to them might as well be the same as painting a wall after applying fifteen coats already; given the type of life they led though, who was going to stop them from becoming even better and more powerful incarnations of the very definition of excess? At their size, the only thing capable of even so much as scratching them would need to be military hardware, and even that much was highly doubtful; who knew, maybe if they flexed hard enough, they could deflect tank rounds and missiles! But… it wasn’t enough, not for them. And when Iris brought those rings into the gym that day, both of them knew they had to put them on, even with Darius’ skepticism getting in the way. Initially though, nothing seemed to happen, with the Blaziken even daring to lift a single eyebrow as if to utter those four forbidden words that he knew would get him slapped in the face if they ever escaped his lips, but as the two of them carried on with their day and the rings themselves just sort of slipped from their minds, that’s when the effects began to make themselves known.

Even at their sizes, it was uncommon for them to experience that much growth in any given day. Sure, they were twenty feet tall, but it had taken them a whole two years to get there; things had a tendency to accumulate, but it took a very fine comb for them to find any significant gains in as short a time period as a single workout. One could imagine their surprise, then, when they began lifting weights that had been calibrated specifically for their mountainous sizes and found that not only did they feel significantly lighter, but flimsier as well; it usually took them a few good tried before the metal bars snapped, and yet after a while all they had to do was grab them a bit harder than usual for the whole piece of equipment to be turned into a mangled piece of broken and bent bits of metal that just vaguely resembled something that might once have been a bench. It would’ve been alarming, and indeed it was for most people, but as far as Darius or Iris cared, this was nothing more than what the rings promised, and against all odds, they appeared to be actually delivering!

Didn’t take too long before the first members of staff came around to ask them to tone it down or, in a couple of notable occasions, stop altogether, leaving the two giants very little recourse but to laugh it off whenever the requests were made. Surely the tiny ones around them couldn’t hope to think that their biggest attractions would just stop, right when they were given the best opportunity they’d ever had to reach heights never before seen? They’d sooner stop working out altogether, as ridiculous as that sounded, and made sure to make this as clear as possible… just not through words. After all, the building had been expanded to meet their demands, so what better way to make it clear that this was insufficient than to make the gym look positively tiny in comparison with their burgeoning frames? Given that they seemed to be putting on dozens of pounds of mass with even the slightest of exertions, this didn’t seem at all like a ridiculous notion; in fact, the more they worked towards it, the more within reach it appeared to be, especially after they became so large that actually moving from wherever they were became all-but impossible without completely destroying the very structure of their ascension site… though, surely, no one would mind, would they? To be able to witness as two new deities were born, to be there to watch as both Darius and Iris broke free of the bonds of mortal existence and became something more, something better, surely that would be the greatest privilege of them all, no? At least, that’s what those two were thinking whenever they flexed and ended up bulging their mass out by at least another yard; everyone else was either panicking, trying to run away from the disaster area (as if that would help), or learned better and collapsed to their knees, waiting for the inevitable moment where the two giants would break free of their concrete cocoon and emerge into the outside world for all to see and bask in their glory.

From the outside, those few passers-by next to the gym were left wondering why people were running terrified from within, at least until they looked up and noticed the roof was beginning to cave… out? Something was definitely trying to push its way through it, something big and red and… another green thing? Poor little ones got maybe ten seconds in between the first emergence of their new gods’ heads and the whole place just exploding in a shower of debris that, were it not for the force of impact reducing most of the rubble to dust and plaster, would have injured most of those standing near. But Darius and Iris were merciful deities, and they wouldn’t want anything bad to come to those around them; after all, what were gods without worshippers? The whole point of becoming something divine was to be able to lord it over everyone else, or at least that’s what their adrenaline-infused brains were telling them at that point; and with bodies big enough to flatten cars into metal disks just by accidentally stepping on them, who was to tell them otherwise?

Amazingly, the rings were still on, despite the fingers they were first stuck on being significantly larger than they had been before; neither of the two really paid much attention to that little fact, figuring it must be some sort of in-built function and then carrying on with their day, which, at their sizes, meant finding bigger things to pick up and flex their ability to hold. Mere weights benches and lifting was no longer enough, not when them simply moving from place to place was enough of a strain on their physical avatars that it only led to more growth in every single direction; hell, they could just stand there and clenche very muscle they had and it’d be enough to help them reach absurd sizes, but once more, that wasn’t enough. Neither the chameleon nor the Blaziken were in any way inclined towards taking the easy path; if they were going big, they were going big, and they were going to do it in the flashiest, most absurd and overblown way possible. Quite fortuitously, there just happened to be a large hill about half a mile south that was utterly devoid of any urban development, and while it used to make for a great view from the gym’s panoramic wall window, not that there was no gym, there was hardly any reason for there to be a hill there either. Best if they walk towards it then, filling the air with the sound of their bodies rubbing against themselves, each step resulting in so much motion, in so much leaking and rumbling and quaking, that even the last office workers finishing their shifts, five miles away in the middle of the downtown area were starting to wonder if they had to sound an earthquake alarm.

No such thing though; it was merely Darius and Iris’ bodies becoming so unfathomably massive from the sheer effort of existing that, by the time the two of them reached the hill itself, it looked positively puny in comparison to either of them. They didn’t really stop to think how in half a short mile they’d gone from building-sized to towering over the local geography, but was it even worth thinking about? Why not simply accept it and move on, like good deities should? No point wasting time thinking about the reason for their ascension when they could just ride the high and leave the questions for later, especially once their heads began to breach the lower cloud layers and they became ever-so-slightly woozy from the lack of oxygen… at least until the rings allowed their bodies to adapt and function without the pesky need for breathing; how were they supposed to lord over the planet if they couldn’t exist in space, after all? In fact, it seemed so close to them that the simple act of hopping into orbit was more instinctive than anything else, like it was meant to happen rather than it being a conscious choice; one moment they were still firmly on planet Earth, the next they were weightless and orbiting their new demesne, looking down at what were, effectively, almost seven billion souls waiting to be shown who their new gods were. The two spared a moment to look at one another and actually think about what had just happened in the past ten minutes or so, before shaking their heads, removing such useless thoughts from them, and turning their attention back to the tiny and becoming-tinier blue marble that they could… barely even notice, now that they looked back at it.

The two gods looked at one another in a vain attempt at trying to make sense of what had just happened to them, part of their minds attempting to put the past half an hour or so into some semblance of order, only for it to become a jumbled mess of timelines and events which neither Darius nor Iris really knew if they actually happened or not. It was as if they were looking back not just at their own life history, but at every possibility they could’ve taken, a million different wavelengths that collapsed into one, singular reality that they now occupied… and kept occupying more of, given how quickly they were still growing. There was no doubt about it left, their bodies were still gaining mass even when they did nothing but float about in the emptiness of space, having become so unreasonably bulky and colossally muscular that the simple act of existing was enough to put such a strain on their physical forms that, well, they had to adapt to it. This was to say nothing of what happened if they actually tried moving; a simple brush with one arm led to such an enormous boost in size that said arm ended up completely dwarfing the rest of their body until it was equalized, not by siphoning mass from the overgrown bit, but by forcing the rest of their frames to bloat outwards to compensate, until all that anyone could see, were they to look at the Solar System from outside, were two colossi taking up so much space that it eventually became inevitable that they’d have to bump into one another in some way.

Neither of the two had ever done anything more than work out together, even after the point where their bodies began to bulk out in ways that would make it borderline unreasonable for there to not be some form of sexual attraction between the two; and while it was undeniable that such thoughts occasionally crossed their minds, the chameleon and Blaziken duo mutually agreed that it’d be best for them not to go down that path, both for the sake of their burgeoning career and because doing so ran a significant risk of causing property damage once they became large enough to barely fit inside the gym to begin with. Now that they were outside though, now that the rings had empowered them to become something akin to gods… such excuses just didn’t cut it anymore. They might’ve been too busy ascending initially, but now that the hardest part was done and most of the space between Venus and Mars was taken up by their two bodies, then there wasn’t really any reasonable excuse they could use not to fully explore one another’s bodies in ways that only creatures as divine as themselves could. Well, apart from the fact that they were so divine; it took them a long while before they managed to adapt to their new reality, given that their initial growth spurt had left them so immensely oversized that they more resembled stellar-sized piles of bulging muscle mass than anything else; Iris even had her head sunken into the bulk of her neck, while Darius’ pecs had forced his head to always face up at a nearly ninety-degree angle. It was made worse by the fact that, even while they tried to regain control of their growth, they still kept expanding in every direction, filling up the cosmos around them and making it excruciatingly difficult for the duo to impose their own will upon their burgeoning forms. By the time they did so, halting their explosive inflation at around the same time, it was hard to tell just how big they were; as far as Darius could tell, the Oort Cloud was somewhere on one of his fingertips, and he was certain one of his feet had just invaded a globular cluster, with most of the stars around them having been reduced to small, twinkling lights that they had to squint to be able to look at properly.

Still, at least they weren’t growing anymore… for now at least. Control had been re-established, and with it the two of them could work to reshape themselves into better, more perfect forms, replicas of what they had once been back on their homeworld, just on a much, much bigger scale. It came surprisingly easy to them once they started putting some effort into it, redistributing mass at speeds far beyond that which light could achieve, breaking every law of physics that they knew and pretty much all others that they didn’t, purely for the purpose of making themselves perfect. It was doubtful that anyone was watching; even if there was more life out there other than the one they had just snuffed out by virtue of (most likely) smashing Earth apart without even realizing it, the two of them were so immense that they probably blended into the background, or something similarly ridiculous. But they still had one another; and as soon as they were freed from the confines of their own bodies, and were allowed to gaze upon one another again, then the thought of showing off for the billions or trillions of souls that might be watching somewhere out there in the dark suddenly didn’t feel as important as it used to, not after what they saw when the proverbial dust settled.

Darius had resolved the unfortunate issue of having his pecs bend his head into an uncomfortable position by giving himself the most powerful neck he could think of, a mega-mountain of raw muscle mass that would put the greatest of galactic formations to shame, hardened and glistening in the sunlight, the veins on its surface popping and bulging with each heartbeat, his head perched on the very top where it could look upon any corner of the cosmos without anything getting in its way. Not that this meant his pectoral muscles were any smaller; if anything, now that he had such an immensely bulky neck and similarly-oversized broad set of shoulders, the Blaziken could allow his pecs to bulge out, not just filling with more sinew and raw flesh, but also engorging with additional milk glands, managing to puff them up and fill them several million times past capacity while his nipples were stuck perpetually dripping the excess productivity (and by dripping, one must of course imagine a galaxy’s worth of mass being jettisoned at FTL speeds every second or so). The rest of his body adhered to much of the same aesthetic, with his arms in particular framing his physical avatar of perfection in a way that made even his titanic torso look average by comparison, the occasional blood vessels visible on his biceps alone being thicker than the Milky Way could ever hope to be, to say nothing of the biceps themselves, which could probably wreck entire galactic clusters just by being flexed gently. Below the waist, it was actually impressive how anything could take away from those pillars of power that were his legs, but hardly anything could compete with Darius’ brand new package: a cock long enough that he couldn’t even see all of it, and six nuts so stuffed, so full, so impossibly vast, that they effectively became the “down” whenever he looked in that general direction. Somewhere out there, in the great distance where his tip was, entire universal masses were being shot out, bubbling from his cock as the precum of his glorious new form. It was only then that he realized he wasn’t even inside the Milky Way anymore; he’d been so busy reshaping himself that he failed to notice that he’d grown to outgrow galaxies just in the process of perfecting his physical form… just like Iris had.

The chameleon opted for a completely different approach when it came to transforming herself, opting not to push her head upwards, but instead to allow it to remain subsumed by the neck overgrown around it. To compensate, or perhaps because she couldn’t see and thus resolved to just let loose completely, she had become… larger than him. Quite a bit larger, in fact, so much larger that it took Darius a few moments to realize that, when he looked aside and saw her, he wasn’t seeing her body, nor any real “part” of it, but instead what it had become: the background. Somehow, Iris had completely surpassed even the Blaziken’s expectations and become so unbelievably, unthinkably massive that the very backdrop of existence was now the same colour as her skin… and it took even longer before Darius focused properly and noticed that it still wasn’t her skin he was seeing all around him, taking up reality as he knew it.

It was a single pore.

And in the time it took for him to realize that, he was staring at a fraction of its curvature instead, consuming everything that was.

Somewhere in the distance, Goddess Iris had become everything, or at least their reality’s version of everything. Were she to move, the universe would move with her, for she had become the fabric of existence itself, down to the smallest atom, up to the greatest arch-structures holding everything together. She saw everything, she knew everything, and she was everything, apotheosis achieved in a way that even she couldn’t quite fathom it; she was a goddess, something that made even Darius look puny by comparison, a creature of such incomprehensible might that it left her giggling when she recalled thinking they were gods before. How could they have been so blind? They were naught but children playing in the sand, believing themselves deities just because they were bigger… but now? Now Iris knew for a fact what it was like to be divine, to become greater than existence itself, to have crafted for herself a body so powerful that, were she to bring a single finger down on the surface of her breasts, each one being large enough to store trillions upon quadrillions of universes inside of them, the ensuing gush of cream would put the birth of time to shame in just how much mass it create. The first drop of the first spurt, nay, the very tip of the droplet alone would outsize the multiverses and timelines surrounding her, collapsing into her, feeding into her, and just as that thought was formulated, it became obsolete; that tiny speck of a droplet was about as small compared to the next one as an atom was compared to Iris in her full glory, because she was still growing. Each moment that she existed, everything was destroyed and remade, everything was reshaped to fit her, everything was rebirthed that it may better serve Goddess Iris, that it may adore her, adulate her, sing praises upon her, make her grow larger, faster, bigger, beyond even immortal ken. And all of this every second, every moment, until even Darius couldn’t see her anymore. He was alone, left behind by a creature so impossibly perfect that she couldn’t be contained by a single reality.

At least until he felt her touch him.

A single drop of Iris’ power was enough to give Darius the knowledge he needed to match her. It was an absolute, not a continuum; simply being aware of what it was like to be like her was itself enough of a revelation to force his body and mind to ascend to the same level, at which point concepts like size or productivity or muscles seemed… meaningless. As if everything that had motivated them in past suddenly lost any and all inherent value, because nothing, absolutely nothing could compare to raw ecstasy of existing in that state, every moment of every instant of every femtosecond of every timeline in existence, stacked together in ways that Darius chose not to consider, lest even his divine mind implode upon itself from the strain. He was vaguely aware of his consort, Iris, standing (?) next to him in the not-void that was everything and nothing, her mere presence creating countless existences as it kept on pushing the boundaries of whatever counted as the “outside” of reality. He was vaguely aware of himself, his eyes no longer capable of observing and seeing things the way they used to; everything was a metaphor, in a way, a state of superposition where it was both physical and more than that, where he could both sink his hands into a pair of tits that he literally did not possess the brainpower required to comprehend while recognizing they weren’t really there in the same way a cluster of universes might be. They had both transcended physicality, but could tap into it if needed, and given that their libidos were still just as active as they had been before, they had plenty of reasons to do so at every possible opportunity.

Thus they existed, forever and a little while more, existing in a plane of being in which they could experience an eternity in a moment, and a second could last for several infinities, time having become as much of a plaything as everything else had. The two experimented so often that it stopped meaning anything, with body shapes and sizes that would leave the greatest of divine thinkers scratching their eyes out trying to math out or comprehend, and did so as a matter of course, not even thinking about the consequences of their actions. Entire civilizations could exist, rising and falling in the span of time between one sound and the next in one of the two gods’ words, just as whole multiversal clusters could pop into being, live out their lives and vanish into this odd aether in the time it took for the two gods to climax a single time. Or, if they so desired, they could observe the motion of atoms inside a single drop of water in the smallest of planets orbiting the smallest of suns in just the right place for life to flourish, and everything else in between. Existence had become an interactive diorama for them to play with, to toy with and manipulate in just the right way to satisfy their curiosity.

And still they grew. In fact, they grew so much that to put it into words would require the invention of a brand new language composed entirely out of stacked, multiplicative synonyms meant solely to describe their rate of ascension. Still they grew in ways that strained reality, until they snapped their fingers and simply made reality abide by their wishes. Still they grew, until they grew bored, and resolved to start over again, to begin anew and experience the joys of ascension for the second time, that they may begin a brand new, eternally recurring cycle.

After all, even assuming those rings worked at all, Darius had his doubts that they would really do much at all.