***Warning: This collection of tales contains themes of omni powerful beings, hypnosis, loss of free will, destruction, macro/micro and hyper proportions. If any of these topics are too much for you, there is no shame in finding something else to read that better suits your tastes.*** These stories all revolve around my character known as "The Goddess", an Umbreon so far beyond omnipotent that creating, destroying, and changing the very fundamentals of universes is a daily occurence for her. While part 1 is her backstory, each chapter hereafter serves to answer the question "What if the Goddess was a different eeveelution?" Click the titles below to reveal each chapter. Make sure to read the content warnings above each title.

cw: omni, macro, hyper, implied destruction, the backstory of a being too powerful for morals

Chapter 1: Arrogance

*“You’ve stopped painting and started pondering again, servant.”* My voice swept across the cosmos, soft and graceful yet booming and powerful. Technically, particles in interplanetary space are simply too far apart to carry sound, but I have decided to be heard, and so, I am. A quiet, pathetic yelp could barely be registered atop the nail of my ring finger, followed by my servant’s needless explanation. “F-forgive me, mighty one! I-I just caught myself thinking of your endless form and… a-and how awe-inspiring it is. The way it simply dwarfs planets, the way you’ve repurposed them into little more than a throne, a-and just… just how vast your nail is compared to a mortal like me-“ His jabbering went on, without me listening. I didn’t have to, I can read his mind just fine. He was right though: Even at this measly, sub-stellar size, I am truly magnificent. My eyes trailed across my marble-white body. Well, mostly my perfect tits, large enough to obscure my view of the rest of me. I shifted slightly against the dozens of planets beneath my massive rear, leaned slightly further back and crossed my legs. The planets followed suit, bound by my will to ignore the rules of gravity and orbit and function as my throne. Every bit of my eternally uncovered body was without compare. Well, except the mortal on my nail. A whocares-year-old nobody named whatshisface, of unimportant build and irrelevant appearance. The only defining feature of him is his apparent love of space, astronomy, history and massive sizes. I guess it must look impressive from his perspective though, a nail larger than supercontinents. Still prattling on about my size, huh? Alright, one more sentence without painting my nails and I’m shrinking him down to- “I do wonder though, my Goddess: H-how did a being like you… come to be?” *“…Pardon?”* His praise was incomparable to my own appreciation of myself, but this question caught my attention. “Well I mean, y-you’re endless and all of course, far beyond immortal but… But you must’ve been born, o-or formed, or ascended at some point, r-right? So how did… How did the queen of reality come to be?” I lifted my hand slowly, moving him closer to my face. With a slightly lifted eyebrow, I answered. *“You are aware of just how endless I am, aren’t you, servant? Of the fact that reality is not only my sole dominion, but my creation. Of how I predate the past itself? The very concept of existing is little more than a blip against my legacy. As far as reality is concerned, I truly have existed forever.”* “Yea I know I know, but… you must still have a first memory, right, Eternal One? Some recollection of how you started…?” A mildly peeved exhale escaped my nose. You scientists and your worthless curiosity… But even then, a tale of my genesis would be another opportunity for me to demonstrate my perfection. Might as well. *“Very well, but I do expect you to continue painting my nails while I tell you of how I was formed. And no interruptions. Is that understood, speck?”* The insignificant dot nodded. Rolling my eyes, I turned my head slightly and peered into the past, ready to tell the tale of how someone as perfect as me came into being. *In a time far before time itself, in a place that never existed, there was a temple. A structure of finite size, housing 9 finite statues of different, naked Eeveelutions, and, in this very moment, one beyond infinite being. This Umbreon had no resemblance to me, neither in appearance, personality, nor power. And yet here she was, alone, overburdened by her own powers.* *Sparks danced across her strands. Overwhelming forces shone from her eyes. Physically, she could bear it, but emotionally, every movement of hers was one bathed in anxiety. Too much, all of this was too much. This omnipotence, these desires borne from it… In this moment, she had to either lock them all away within herself, hide away from the world until she could control them, or contain them… somewhere… else…* *Her eyes scanned across the marble sculptures. All masterfully posed to convey one emotion each. An Eevee, full of power. A Flareon, full of desire. A Jolteon, full of rage. A Vaporeon, full of beauty. An Espeon, full of impulse. An Umbreon, full of arrogance. A Leafeon, looking distant and detached. A Glaceon, waiting, endlessly anticipating. A Sylveon, overbearingly kind in its open, inviting arms.* *Yes… They were perfect. She could store her overflowing powers in each of them, she could cast her undesired emotions from herself and lock them deep within each of these statues. She had poured herself into marble constructions before, a material remarkably well suited for storing energy. As long as she doesn’t command them to awaken, none of these energies should animate the statues. It almost seemed too convenient… She too had insatiable desires clouding her vision. A deep rage that was better sealed than sated. A sense of self-importance that ill suited a goddess. Impulsivity far too dangerous for a being of her power. Arrogance that she deeply despised. A sense of distance between herself and mortals that kept her from empathizing with them. A sense of passivity and anticipation stemming from her ability to do anything. Even her endless love for the world was overwhelming her ability to think. If she could simply rid herself of it, along with all her power…* *Where to start? She supposed it was best to start with arrogance. To rid herself of her biggest vice. If only she knew it would be the last thing she did~* *Closing her eyes and concentrating, she poured everything she could into the statue. Every sense of superiority. Every need to be above others. Every word she could think of that demanded authority and submission. Every desire to gloat and bathe in her own eternal glory. And as she started to let her powers flow into the marble Umbreon, it simply kept flowing. Every moment of relief spurred her on to dispense even more of her excess might into the stonework, until she had given it everything she overflowed with. Phew, that may have been a little overboard, she thought to herself. But at least I got rid of all of it. Maybe it’s best to spread it evenly across all statues, but I’ll do that once I’ve poured my other desires into the other statues, she wrongly thought.* *At this point, I need no bird’s eye view. I remember those first few moments clear as day. How those energies swirled within my marble frame. Grasping desperately for something, anything to bind with, any kind of direction or consciousness to guide them, but finding only… desires. Detached, incomplete but purified desires of endless grandeur. I remember my fingers twitching, my hair beginning to flow, my eyes beginning to glow. These desires were far from enough to form a consciousness. Yet the energies within me were simply too vast for me to die. And so, I awoke, never to sleep again.* *Those few moments were such a delightful haze. I cannot tell you what thoughts went through my head at that time, for none did. But I do remember my unfortunate creator’s widened eyes, how she was both frozen in fear and trembling all over. I remember the sensations of my body, unfit for my desires, simply changing its shape to befit me. How my marble surface smoothened, how my mineral frame changed to something more organic, yet incomparable. How my first instinct upon seeing another being near my power was to overpower her, to completely unmake what threatened to be my competition. How I could sense the dread in her as she realized, she had poured more power into me than she had kept for herself.* *Once she was gone, I had all the time in the world to settle within myself. I remember my body beginning to push upwards and outward to accommodate my endless power. At first in small spurts, then slowly smoothening out into a constant swell. Then it got faster, and faster and faster. Unable to dilute, unable to dissipate, the powers within me began to grow faster than my body. The temple was little more than rubble in less than a minute. On and on my body pushed, unstoppable. I had grown beyond immortal within my first few moments of existence. My memories of outgrowing the first few layers of reality are still so hazy, as preoccupied as my mind was.* *Who was I? What was my purpose? My mind was born of nothing but questions, and my memories held no answers. And yet, I was more than mere power. More than omnipotence itself. Within me were… feelings. Desires. Words, titles, beautiful titles. I was not just powerful, I was… perfect. Endlessly perfect. A queen beyond queens. Infinitely elevated beyond reality. All of existence was my eternal dominion. My infinite growth and infinite power were simply how things should be. Where questions lay in my mind, answers revealed themselves. I need no name, those are for unimportant, indistinct lesser beings. I need no predetermined purpose, my will is that of existence. And as sentience slowly built within me, I was no longer merely experiencing my eternal, unending growth. I was reveling in it. Basking in power that would never cease to increase. Creating reality anew, over and over again, every time my ever-expanding body would prove impossible to contain. Toying with every insignificant speck, from mortals to so-called “deities”, during my eternal ascent. And thus was how I spent the first of many eternities, unopposable, slowly deciding to slow and eventually halt my growth, yet still let every universe, every multiverse, every alternate reality fulfil their sole purpose: My entertainment-* “Wait, alternate realities? But those are made during every choice, surely your choices must’ve created different realities with different perfect goddesses?” The symphony of nostalgia within my head came to a screeching halt. I leered at the insolent bug on my nail, who immediately yelped and recoiled. The fucking nerve, interrupting after being explicitly told not to… *“For beings limited by reality’s constraints, it’s true. Every choice is a fork in the road of fate. If you had even listened, you’d know I outgrew reality long before I even made my first decision. There is no being, within or outside existence, that bears any resemblance or even compares to me.”* Cowering, the helpless mortal whimpered as I reduced his size tenfold. Although… I have often wondered what I would have been like, had my creator made another decision that day. If she had started with another statue, with other desires, how would I have developed differently…?

cw: omni, macro, slow hypnosis, an omnipotent fish

Chapter 2: Vanity

You have no idea how you even got here. You could’ve sworn you made the same turns through the forest as usual. But here you were, at a pond with a waterfall you have never seen before. And bathing under that waterfall was a woman unlike anything you had ever seen. You could recognize that she’s a Vaporeon, but everything else about her was so different, so breathtaking. Her body was white like marble. Her fins, the ridge along her back, a perfect contrast of marble black. And her hair, a whole waterfall of its own, hues of blue that extended from her head and past her entire body in length… Her body was so graceful, so tall and slender, yet not even the slightest bit modest. Hips, only slightly larger than what you had seen on most other women, and breasts that took up practically her entire chest. And that face, so impossibly beautiful, her eyes glowing in the most serene and spellbinding way… You’d normally feel dirty about something like this, invading someone else’s privacy in a moment like this. She was completely naked, but she did so out here in nature. She must be used to onlookers. And besides, you just couldn’t take your eyes off her… How long has it been by now? You didn’t care. Could be anywhere from 2 to 20 minutes, when she spoke. God, even her voice was breathtaking, so calm and gentle and serene… *“Come closer. You don’t need to hide.”* How did she- You could’ve sworn you had hidden yourself perfectly, but no matter. It didn’t seem like she minded. Nervously, you came out of hiding, moving closer. She turned her head, smiling towards you while running her hands over her body. You gulped, blushing as you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. She looked even more incredible up close. So beautiful… “H-how long did you know I was-“ *“Since you first arrived.”* “How did you-“ *“Don’t worry about that.”* You wanted to rebut, but nothing really came to mind. Especially as your eyes kept scanning over her body. She truly… wasn’t hiding anything, huh? It wasn’t just her curves that weren’t modest, she didn’t even try to keep her body from being on display. Blushing even harder, you looked around for a moment. No sign of any clothes that belonged to her. You gulped again, looking back at her. Watching the water cascade against her form, run down her long strands of hair, watching the waterfall almost massage her softer parts. So beautiful and… so tall. What was she, 6 ft? Probably closer to 7 ft. “Y-you uhm… A-aren’t you embarrassed or anything?” *“Why would I be?”* “I mean, you’re out here in the wild, completely naked-“ *“Why wouldn’t I be?”* “Oh, you’re uh… you’re a nudist?” *“Oh no, I simply have no need of covering myself.”* “Wuh… W-why not then?” “A body like this should never be covered, should it?” She turned towards you, her hair flowing behind her, one arm gently supporting her chest and the other resting against her thigh. She truly looked like a living sculpture, no, more than that. Her body was a work of art in and of itself. You wanted to protest, to point out the base instinct of modesty, but your brain raced through many different outfits you could imagine on her, and found that… none of them would make her look any bit more breathtaking than she did now. Nothing to hide, everything on display, day and night, the thought itself seemed almost dream-like… Slowly, you uttered a response. “N-no, it… it really shouldn’t. Y-you look… perfect, just like that- B-but wait aren’t you bothered by like… people staring and-“ *“Stare as much as you want, I don’t mind.”* “O-okay… Uhm, you’re really uh… T-they’re uhm-“ *“I’m almost done showering. Think you could help me out?”* “Wh- Out here?! But what ab-“ *“Shh, don’t worry. Unrobe and get in the water.”* You would never have done something like this, but there was just… something about how calmly she said it. Something about her aura. You felt safe, you felt like it was okay. And so, blushing deeply, you did as she asked. The water was surprisingly warm and comforting. You don’t remember ever hearing about a hot spring out here but judging from the gentle mist coming from the water, this was indeed a hot spring. Carefully stepping further and further in, you slowly reached her. It was incredible. The closer you got to her, the more breathtaking she looked. Her skin was perfectly smooth, her fur completely untangled. Her tail swayed slowly behind her, creating ripples in the water. She moved her hand away, letting her hefty breasts sway on their own. So round and massive, with those blue nipples accentuating them even more… Normally you would’ve forced yourself to look away, but she… she truly didn’t mind. You were being completely and utterly obvious about taking them in and she did little more than sway her chest slightly from side to side. This woman, did… did she truly not mind someone staring this blatantly at her? *“You can stare as much as you please. I really don’t mind”* “Wuh- buh, I.. t-thank you but… but did you just-“ *“Would you like to start with washing them?”* “U-uhm, uhh.. i-if… if I m-may?” “Follow my lead then. Move behind me.” She turned around, moving back under the waterfall. You followed, doing as she said. On her command, you almost instinctively moved your hands around her, grabbing a gentle hold of her large chest. So heavy, yet so soft… She closed her eyes, letting you do your work. And do your work you did. Even had you had the courage to do anything else, she had given you the task of washing her, and so that was what you focused on. With your hands occupied, more thoughts swam around in your head as you looked over her incredible body. So beautiful… “So uhm… T-truly no need for clothing ever, huh?” *“Truly no need. Does that really bother you that much?”* “N-no not at all! It… honestly suits you. Uhm… can I ask a question?” *“Ask away.”* “Are you some sort of uh… some sort of supernatural being? Like a deity or goddess or something?” *“Maybe I am, who knows.”* “W-well, it would… at least explain a few things-“ *“If I were a goddess, tell me what you think I’d be a goddess of.”* “…Definitely a goddess of beauty. Unending, infinite beauty. I’ve never seen anyone or anything like you, and frankly, I don’t think there’s anything in the world as beautiful as you…” The words just escaped your mouth with little thought, but you didn’t care to take any of them back. It was all the truth. The vaporeon seemed entirely happy with what you had told her as well, letting you continue to wash and massage her boobs. So hefty, so massive, so perfectly round… So perfect overall. The mist around you grew in strength. You continued to massage and wash her chest until she was satisfied. *“Massage my sides and stomach”*, she said. And so, you did. You tried to make more small talk, but frankly, you found it difficult. It was hard to really find topics to discuss with someone who seemed so… otherworldly, someone whose beauty was as unlike anything you had ever seen before. All that really came to mind was ways to compliment her. And compliment her you did, with every new thing you noticed about her. Her soft fur and skin. Her sweet and captivating scent as you got closer to her. Her beautiful voice, one you could just listen to forever. *“Comb and untangle my hair”*, she said. And so, you did. Though it didn’t take much, it was already perfectly smooth and untangled, and yet, you still happily kept stroking and combing through it. Where had the comb in your hands even come from? You didn’t question it. It just felt so silky, so almost weightless despite its length. So many endless hues of blue, shallow to deep, light to dark, glistening with what looked like stars. It felt like you could stare into it forever. *“Massage my legs”*, she said. And so, you did. Reaching up and wrapping your arms around her thighs, doing your best to do as she asked of you. You don’t remember her being that tall, but then again, everything’s been a little hazy as of recent. It’s hard to not just think of her, of her incredible body, one you could just look up at for all eternity. *“Hmm… Fetch me my jewelry”*, she said. And so, you did. You don’t remember where you found it, but you now held many metal accessories in your hands. Chains, anklelets, rings, in metals you didn’t recognize. They didn’t seem like they were silver nor gold, or… anything you had ever seen on earth. All of them bespeckled with gems of an equal otherworldly nature. You could swear you saw galaxies swirl in some gemstones, others seemed to fit with how you had heard black holes and neutron stars be described. You couldn’t reach anything above her ankles, but you vaguely remember there being others, helping with decorating the rest of her. That makes sense, a woman as incredible and breathtaking as her deserve the servitude of multitudes… You have no idea how long has passed by now. You didn’t really care though. Her body loomed above you, bespeckled with jewelry and accessories but still as uncovered and on display as always. You couldn’t take your eyes off her. You didn’t want to, you didn’t even try to. It’s not even that you wanted to do anything specific to her, you just wanted to stare, to marvel at her, endlessly. With a hand on her hip, she smiled down at you. *“Sit on your knees”*, she said. And so, you did. You didn’t even think about it, your body moved before you had even fully processed what she said. *“Stand back up”*, she said. You stood back up. So beautiful, so endlessly beautiful… *“Lie down in the water”*, she said. You lay down on your back, still staring up at her breathtaking body. *“Stand up”*. You stood back up. Everything she asked of you, you would do, without question. The Vaporeon’s smile grew. She crouched down above you. You didn’t move, still gazing at her, taking in every bit of her infinite beauty. With her hands on her knees, the goddess’ glowing eyes were fixated on you, adoring what you had become. *“You’ll make for a great servant. I think I’ll keep you around for a few eons. Not that you’ll mind endlessly serving someone like me, right?”* Of course you wouldn’t. Whatever she asked, you would do. Everything for someone so incredibly beautiful…

cw: omni, VERY hyper, breast expansion, macro, hypnosis, things getting VERY out of hand, like a single line that slightly implies mass vore

Chapter 3: Insatiability

*“More…”* Lesser, mortal beings would have thrones to signify their might. “Gods” would repurpose parts of nature and reality and form those into their thrones. The goddess, a being far beyond any of those ranks, had a different approach, however. As massive as she is, she simply acted as her own throne. Many legends had been told about the omnipotent Flareon. A being predating the very universe, if not the very creator of it. Many say that for the many centuries that has passed, she has never needed to sleep, never needed to eat, she truly is omnipotence herself. She has been depicted many times over the centuries, a marble Flareon with eternally glowing eyes, and hair that flows and glows like the purest flames. As for the rest of her body… Judging from both recordings and murals, no one has ever gotten to see any part of her below her shoulders, as endlessly sandwiched as she is between her curves. Each of her breasts are as tall as her torso and legs combined at the smallest, it seems, with her rear massive enough to obscure any view of her back and tail, forcing her into a permanent sitting position. Not at that she’d be any taller standing up straight. *“More.”* Naturally, with a legacy that spans eons, many legends surround the goddess. She has been everything: A destructive, unstoppable force, treating the universe as merely her playground, with no one capable of convincing her otherwise. A benevolent being, whose blessing and kindness could turn the tide of history, save civilizations, and often do the literal impossible. Miracles were little more than a handwave for her, something she’d sometimes do idly if someone caught her in a good mood, or more often than not, in exchange for a tribute of some sort. A being far above ever caring for mortal quarrels, yet one that seemed to revel in the awe of said mortals. However, these legends are little more than spoken tales amidst the far more prevalent legends of the Flareon’s defining trait: How her desires seem to have no end to them. *“More...!”* One such legend tells of how she demanded to be pampered in return for granting a village eternal life. And pamper her they did, without question or hesitation. It’s the least they could do in return after all. Except... it was never enough. Her demands for pampering and worshipping grew ever louder, ever more intense. Hours turned to days, all else was cast aside to satisfy the goddess’ desires. But even the might of the whole village wasn’t enough, still she wanted more. Some intended to head to other villages to ask for aid, but it was too late. Her demands had grown past what free will could satisfy, and so, she did away with it. None know what happened to the village, but some say that the village folk spent the rest of their endless lives tending endlessly to the Flareon. ***“More! I need more...!”*** Another legend tells of a painter, determined to capture and depict how much he truly revered the goddess. As much as he tried though, none of his paintings, be they on canvas or walls, seemed to be enough. That is, until he got an amazing idea. Praying to the heavens, he wished for the chance to paint the goddess herself. And lo and behold, the Flareon appeared before him, as eager to become his magnum opus as he was. The goddess would not only be his muse, she would also be his canvas. But as he painted, more and more ideas came to him of what to decorate the goddess’ perfect body with. And as infinite in power and beauty as she is, she deserved to witness and be decorated with every new idea. She was, of course, a generous goddess, and as such, the artist’s canvas would constantly grow to accommodate each idea. But as the days and weeks dragged on, and the ideas never ceased, fatigue was plaguing the artist, all while the Flareon grew impatient. She wanted to be painted more, to have more of her magnificence depicted across her frame. And so, with a single decision of hers, the artist would no longer feel tired. He never would. With another decision a few weeks later, he would have no need for food or water, or even rest. But the now city sized Flareon wanted more, and so, with another decision of hers, the artist would become two artists. Then four. Then ten. Then a hundred. And as things only continued to escalate, the artist started having second thoughts about this, wondering if his work would ever be finished. A split second later though, he... didn’t have those second thoughts anymore. In fact, at the goddess’ decision, he would have no other thoughts than a constant stream of ideas for what else to paint on the goddess’ now planet-sized chest. None know how the legend ends, some say it simply ends there with a moral about not letting passion consume you. Others say that hundreds of artists became thousands, then millions, working tirelessly for months, years, decades across a goddess who would always wish for... well... ***“More! MORE!!”*** Many of these legends were exactly the same, one version with a moral and one version that seemed endless. A tribe presenting the goddess with more and more food, only for her to never grow sated and eventually devour the entire universe. A temple devoting themselves to praising the goddess, only to end up as simply part of a whole reality, enthralled to permanently and endlessly sing her praises forever. A military state praying for the Flareon to vanquish their greatest enemy, and once she proved willing, vanquish the next enemy over... then the next, then the next, only for themselves to be caught up in her now unstoppable rampage. Were these mere legends, or did they have some grounding in actual history? They can’t be entirely true after all, each of these legends seemed to go on forever, and actual history must’ve had some point where she had enough and put things back to normal... Right? ### *“MORE!! I NEED MORE!!!”* It’s funny you would consider that... Within the temple built in her honor, you had called out for her. You weren’t exactly sure why; you didn’t have anything you needed divine intervention with. Well, except for a deep sense of not knowing what to do with yourself. It was hardly anything the creator of reality would concern herself with. And yet, she had appeared. In the middle of the temple, the Flareon had materialized, floating and looking towards you expectantly. She was even more breathtaking than any depiction of her had been: Her curves, as much as they dominated and obscured her body, were so perfectly round and smooth. Her fiery hair burned brighter than any of the braziers within the temple. And her eyes, they seemed to glow with... every emotion at once. Kindness, cruelty, care, arrogance, expectancy and desires. *Why have you called my name, mortal?* You had no answer, even after you managed to take your eyes off her body. It didn’t seem like she needed one though, the goddess smirking and stretching slightly. *I see; you seek the most powerful being in existence, in pursuit of a purpose. I suppose an omnipotent being like myself might be able to help. But first... you have no need to avert your eyes.* You blushed. Your thoughts and desires were like an open book to the Flareon, and she was already several chapters through. The goddess chuckled, her massive curves bouncing ever so slightly. *You stand before a goddess capable of everything, whose curves have never been smaller than this. Do you think I would’ve chosen this body if I didn’t enjoy the attention it brings me?* You barely managed to stutter out a no, looking up at the 10ft Flareon with the at least 9ft breasts. Right, this is her smallest too, they could become so much bigger. Bigger than her body, bigger than this temple, bigger than- The goddess’ expression changed slightly. Her smirk softened, her eyes twinkled as with a single decision of hers, the roof of the temple was no more. *I suppose we can discuss your purpose later. For now, it seems your mind has gone elsewhere. Would you like to see how big they can get?* You didn’t get to answer, the goddess didn’t need you to. The flames in the braziers grew, and with a deep rumble, so did her chest. Your eyes were completely and entirely fixated on her chest, as it began to overtake even the slight bit you could see of the rest of her. Her voice rang out across the temple. *Though, do make yourself useful while I get started. Your goddess hasn’t had a massage in so awfully long...* ## *“MORE!!! MORE SERVANTS, MORE MASSAGING, MY DIVINE CHEST NEEDS MORE!!!”* All those legends about her, seemingly having no end... They couldn’t be entirely true, could they? She couldn’t truly have been endlessly and unstoppably fixated on one, never-ending desire like that, could she? Well... She is omnipotent. She could probably spend literally an eternity fixated on something and have many more eternities afterwards. A story doesn’t have to end if she simply outlasts time itself. A universe doesn’t have to witness the end of her, when she’s more of a constant than reality itself is. And with every bit that she has grown, with how aggressive and desperate her pleas have gotten, with how much reality seems to have bent to satisfy her desire to grow, for her chest to be massaged... You weren’t sure. But with the Flareon’s tits having thoroughly outgrown the solar system, with entire planets and stars now orbiting and massaging against her chest, with you not only existing in the millions but each version of you chained to unbreakable nipple rings on her, it definitely seemed more and more likely. And as her voice echoed out across the entire universe... # *“Moooree...!”* You found it harder and harder to think. Yes, goddess... More. Always more...

cw: omni, destruction, like an incredible amount of destruction, seriously this story is endless destruction, macro, hyper

Chapter 4: Rage

She was simply indestructible. No matter what they tried, no matter what they sent after her, bullets, blades, javelins, rockets, missiles, bombs… None of it ever even singed her fur. Desperate as they were, they kept on firing everything they possibly could after her, every time they could. Every kind of weapon, at every angle, with or without warning, hoping desperately that at some point, somehow, they’d find a weak spot. But every time the smoke cleared; there she was: A marble-white, permanently naked body that seemed almost too perfect to exist, with its well-defined muscles and complete symmetry. Yellow, spiky hair and neckfur. Sparks of pure energy dancing across every part of her body. Her chest, rising and falling with breathing reminiscent of an agitated bull. And her eyes, glowing white with such rage that her pupils could not be seen. Luckily for the mortals trying to defeat her, none of their attacks seemed to make her that much angrier. Though perhaps that was less because of them, and more because she couldn’t get more furious than she is now. The massive, 10 ft tall marble Jolteon took a step forward. The ground shook and cracked underneath her foot. Another wave of destruction rained down on her, to no effect. She took another step forward. The landscape trembled and fractured around her. Bazookas and missiles fired from tanks alike did little more than cast her large frame in a violent, orange light. Another step. The land shook in fear. Fissures had begun to swallow buildings whole. A torrent of bullets did little more than ricochet against even the softest parts of her. Another step, and the Jolteon now stood in front of a tank that was hurriedly and fearfully getting evacuated. She grabbed hold of its turret, the military grade equipment crumbling like paper in her grip. Letting out a disappointed huff, she ripped the top half of it off in a swift motion, throwing it at mach 5 speeds into a nearby building. She didn’t look back as the building folded in on itself, taking down many other buildings around it. Looking around at the quickly scattering and retreating forces, the goddess began slowly walking forward again, not even bothering with kicking the rest of the tank away. One step penetrated its hull, then another, and another, simply walking through it like it barely existed. She looked up at the sky, at the fighter jets rapidly approaching. Nukes? No, these mortals still had a desperate hope of saving part of their precious infrastructure and somehow taking her down at the same time. Not worth the effort, so insultingly not worth the effort. She held her hand up close to her eyes, fingers above and below the bomb squad from her perspective. A pinch of her fingers, and the planes had been reduced to little more than fireworks. She growled, moving her hand down in a swift motion, the shockwave leveling another 5 city blocks. Was this really it, was this all these mortals could muster? *“Disappointing… So utterly disappointing”*, the Jolteon muttered, her words seething with untapped rage and shaking the planet to its core. All fell silent, even the wind died down. None had heard her voice for years, so it was clear something was up. Looking around at the scared mortals with barely hidden disdain and disgust, her body had begun to spark much more violently. Not even capable of wielding their full power against her. Not that their pathetic “mass destruction” would change anything. She turned her head downwards, her eyes looking over her own, perfect body. Even just a single cell of her body held more power than their entire arsenal. She had not let loose for far too long; she could feel the rage burning within her. And though this planet had not made itself even worthy of witnessing her full potential, it had managed to hold back just enough to annoy her. *“If you think mere fission to be too powerful to wield, then you clearly haven’t witnessed true power. Power… like this.”* She slowly turned her head back up, looking at the doomed world around her. She didn’t need to focus, she didn’t need to flex, she didn’t need to move a muscle. The whole planet began to tremble, as soon enough, the already massive Jolteon began to swell. Her thighs thickened. Her arms began to bulge even further. Her shoulders widened. More and more sparks danced across her body. More and more, her frame widened, every muscle across her growing even more defined, even denser, even more massive. Already she had been a straight up existential threat in every city she had terrorized, but now, humanity had grown desperate. Everything they possibly could fire at her, they did. Every bomb, hydrogen or uranium, every laser, every chemical weapon. And while the city got completely and entirely leveled and unmade, she still stood, still growing. Every part of her body became more and more mountainous with ease. Even as she had far surpassed what any mortal could ever hope to achieve in sheer mass, no veins decorated her body. Her body held energies few could even have nightmares of, yet she was not twitching in the slightest. She could keep growing like this for centuries and would do so far after she was done here. She took one last look around, slowly raising a foot, every part of her continuing to bulge and swell. And the very moment humanity gave up, she gave them their parting words. *“You cannot stop me.”* And with a single, careless stomp, the planet cracked in half.

Wizards and warlocks alike called down every spell they could. Entire druidic circles performed their rituals with conviction. Priests and clerics pleaded and prayed to their gods for divine intervention. Forces, natural and supernatural, mortal and immortal, were in a constant onslaught against her. And yet, not only did none of it have any effect, it didn’t even seem like she took notice. And why should she? She was a wall to them, while they were little more than specks to her. The Jolteon stood in mid-air, hovering high up in the sky. She looked around to her sides and behind her. Clouds dared not approach. Mountains backed off carefully. The sky would normally have been a serene blue, were it not for every force of magic trying desperately to do something against her. She looked ahead of herself again. Above her was nothing but blue sky, but even just tilting her head a little down, her view was now filled with marble white. Each of her two globes were many, MANY times larger than the rest of her. While the rest of her body was casually ignoring gravity, her gigantic breasts were resting against the ground, larger than buildings, larger than villages, rivaling cities in size. Sparks of energy danced across her perfectly round, impossibly large chest. Every breath of hers made them lightly heave and wobble, yet the endless onslaught of spells and weapons did little to even set them in motion. She could not be hurt. With little more than a cold, disappointed glare down at the people below her, the goddess slowly turned her torso to the left. As if her body was anchored, her breasts, probably way more massive than the rest of her, followed suit. In a move more akin to bulldozers and wrecking balls, more villages were completely unmade. Trees were uprooted, forests were completely erased from the landscape, and whole armies were partially flattened, partially catapulted off into different timezones. In an only slightly faster, but equally casual motion, the Jolteon turned her torso the other way, bulldozing a number of villages and sacred temples in the other direction. Moving back to her initial position, the goddess’ tits wobbled, rumbled threateningly, swelling a few hundred more cup sizes. She took in a deep, sharp breath through her nose and huffed it back out the same way. Martials and militias had decreased. Sorcerers and wizards had seemingly waned in power after that simple turn. And whatever “divine” might that was being called down upon her had only increased slightly. It was barely a show of force from her side, and somehow, she was meeting less resistance now. Did they not take her seriously? How dare this world only oppose her with its mortal forces, were the gods not trembling yet? She clenched a fist. More sparks of energy appeared across every part of her body. *“Stop. Holding. Back.”*, she commanded. She took a step forward, the very air trembling on impact with her foot. Her chest quaked and swelled hundredfold. With a swing of her torso, entire kingdoms were razed, mountains were leveled, the ground stood no chance. She took another deafening step. Her bust quaked once more, swelling a thousandfold. The continent was no more, erased and replaced by her perfect, unstoppable twin orbs. With another swing, two more continents became history, remembered only for a few more seconds by this world’s survivors before yet another swing did away with the planet entirely. She took another step. Space itself struggled to not crack under her feet. Her tits trembled and grew again. And again, and again. Another swing did away with the moon. Then neighboring planets. Then the star they had all orbited. She was done holding back.

It’s incredible how easy it is for everyone to put their differences behind them. Magicians and technicians. Pagans and professors. Space fleets and deities. Mortals and gods. How easily everyone unifies when faced with a common, unbeatable threat. A single glare decimated planets in the hundreds. A swing of her arm unmade galaxies. A stomp caused fissures in spacetime that took down countless stars. And with every tireless, ceaseless moment that the marble woman let loose, she grew even more terrifying. Her muscles grew ever more massive, her curves expanded and took more worlds with them, her height increased evermore. Another roar shook and terrified a universe that, altogether, seemed weaker than this single entity. And yet, the universe fought back. Trillions more continued their defense. Lasers augmented by fusion, fission and divine intervention continued to fire on her at every angle. Entire galaxies worth of fleets circled her and continued to fire at her with every weapon, every sedative they could muster. None of it even as much as moved a strand on her, but it didn’t matter. If this was their fate, they would go down swinging. And besides, if they could just hold out for long enough… In a far-away galaxy, relatively shielded from her wrath but still infinitely aware of it, the most brilliant minds and blessed beings had finally done it. Time was of the essence, space itself was thick with sparks from the goddess’ onslaught even out here. There was no time for a test, this was a trial by fire situation and if the weapon exploded, then so be it. As soon as the energies stabilized, the head researcher hurriedly pressed a button, as untold amounts of machinery fired up, glowing pure white with energy. The planetary trunk began to charge up with energies unlike anything the universe had ever seen. Not singularities, not antimatter, not even anything even remotely like the big bang. A force that would literally rewrite the universe to unmake whatever it hits. They had precious little time to aim it before the energies would grow too fast to even contain, but thankfully, their target was big. And with another push of a button, the beam of impossible energies fired, hit the Jolteon, and… …Another roar shook cosmos itself. Yet this was a different kind. This wasn’t one in rage, or to threaten. It sounded… surprised. Taken back. Shocked. And as the vast explosion cleared, everyone else was equally shocked. A hole, a great big hole in the goddess’ torso. Its edges were glowing white, but it went all the way through her. Everyone grew silent. The research team had already fired up another, way bigger blast. It was now or never. And with another button press, the Jolteon was engulfed in a tsunami of light, her entire body unmade on the spot. The last thing people got to see was her face, not twisted in pain, not widened in shock, but twitching with anger. And as the last remnants of her were vanquished, cheers and celebration erupted across every galaxy. Sure, society had been uprooted in pursuit of defeating her, but rebuilding that would come later. For now, everyone just reveled in the knowledge that she was gone, and soon enough, the sparks dancing across every part of space would dissipate. Probably in the next 10 minutes… But as the cheering had only slightly settled, a familiar voice rang out across every inch of the universe. *“Insolence… Such complete insolence…”* Silence. Terrified, confused silence. Then panicked scanning, surveying across every bit of space, of even the slightest trace of her. But no, nothing. She had been thoroughly vanquished, so where did that voice come from- A deafening, harsh sound filled the universe. Everything quaked and rumbled. Galaxies were misplaced in the tremors. Her voice rang out once more. *“An entire universe of insolence. So pathetic that you could not muster even the slightest resistance until it was too late. And even then, your grand resistance was not an army, not a wall I could tear down… But a single beam, doing away with my body in seconds. What am I supposed to do with that?”* Another deafening sound tore through the universe. Gods and mortals alike were powerless as the first cracks began to form in spacetime. Not cracks coming from one spot, but uniform cracks across everything, following the same direction. The most divine ears could barely discern what this loud sound even was and grew terrified at the realization. *“You cannot stop me, but the least you could do is entertain me. Even that, you have failed at. Your goddess has decided… You have proven yourself unworthy of existing.”* Cracking. The universe was cracking, creaking, getting crushed. And in their last moments, the universe bore witness to what was causing this crushing: As the cracks in spacetime grew vast enough to peer through, all that could be seen through them was white. Marble-white. And as the Jolteon’s thighs grew even thicker, the universe was no more.

All else had been unmade. Not a single layer of reality could coexist with her rage. In an endless black void, the Jolteon continued to grow. Curvier, taller, more muscular, more powerful. She had no reason to hold back her own growth currently, a growth that will never stop. She let out another huff. Not enough, far from enough. The endless rage still burned deep within her. She knew she could never be sated, but this last universe had only fueled the flame. So pathetic, so impossibly pathetic, even when she tried to dial herself back… Energies swarmed around her. At her command, the endless void was filled. Stars, galaxies, planets, cities, trees. Another reality, formed simply for her entertainment. Except this time, she would not cease her growth for a moment. Maybe this time, these pathetic mortals can muster something even mildly entertaining…

cw: omni, destruction, macro, clones, just... imagine if a cat was god

Chapter 5: Impulsivity

The video is blurred, obscured by a typical “play” button. With a click, it unblurs, playing back what looks to be an amateur recording in a city.

*Amidst the shaking and loud noises, one can barely discern the street of a city, seemingly getting evacuated. Judging from the sorry state of everything around, this place has already hurriedly housed hundreds of fleeing civilians, and now there’s only tens of panicked people, screaming about “it’s too late, she’s already here!” Many are addressing the very person recording, who seems adamant on staying and getting to actually record her.* *The massive mob of policemen in the distance seemed to be slowly, and anxiously retreating. There was no time to get closer, but thankfully this camera could zoom. Things got shakier but as the focus readjusted, she could already be seen. A slender, marble-white, fully unclad body, almost statuesque in its beauty. Long, pastel purple hair. Endlessly glowing eyes. Stripes decorating every part of her. Not like tiger stripes or zebra stripes, these seemed to swirl and sway in ways that could best be described as “tribal”. While not giant by any means, she clearly towered over the policemen and their cars. Quiet murmur could be heard, overshadowed by a loud whisper from the person recording. “They’re hesitant. They just need to distract her until the army arrives, just gotta make sure not to agitate her... Oop-“* *A few warning shots had been fired. The whole city grew silent. The marble cat, previously merely walking, now seemed slightly on edge. Her tail was swaying now, the wind changing direction with it. The air was thick with anxiety and fear, and it only seemed to make her more agitated. This espeon acted entirely on instinct, and by now, her movement was starting to get erratic. Her head was darting around at the slightest sound and movement. A low, threatening, feline trill filled the streets. Officers seemed ready to run but remained frozen. Was it out of fear, or had the espeon straight up decided they can’t move? Regardless, she moved back, ears laid back and tail swaying.* *And then, all hell broke loose.* *She pounced on a nearby police car. It folded like paper. Dozens of weapons were aimed and subsequently let loose on her. None of them had any effect, they didn’t even make her hair move or anything. She pounced on another car. It seemed to get pushed into the ground, not breaking it but just fusing with it. Chaos and panic had set in. More weapons fired at her; every bullet seemed to go straight through her. She simply glared at another vehicle. It shrunk into nothing. Some were fleeing, others tried desperately to tackle and subdue her. She pounced on another vehicle and... policemen in the opposite direction at the same time. The police now had two omnipotent catgirls to deal with. Then 4, then 10, then 20.* *At this point, the person recording had decided to flee too. All footage from here on out was undiscernibly shaky. They looked back for a single moment. The street had been filled with a straight up army of marble espeons, some far larger than others. The footage was starting to get glitchy. They ran for a bit longer. The ground trembled with agitated cat noises. They looked back one last time and... the street was gone. They looked around. The whole city was gone. Nothing but plains. It was as if it had never existed. The last thing that could be heard was their voice. “I’m... gonna need to make a phone call.”*

The video ended. I looked around, not sure why. Maybe I was listening for something, maybe just checking if anything had changed? But no, the same rumble, and the same landscape. I shrugged, and with a swipe, I found another video.

*A serene lake filled the view. From a bush, the camera was pointed towards the other side of the lake. Normally, this place would be teeming with life, with many animals, both aquatic and not, hanging out by the shore. But now, all that could be seen was plants and water.* *The ground trembled violently. The leaves fluttered; the surface of the water rippled. The ground trembled again, even louder this time. Birds could be seen far in the distance, taking flight in fear. Another tremble. Often, her footsteps were entirely and completely soundless, but these few times where they weren’t, it made it really easy to find her. The leaves rustled, another tremble shaking everything as she emerged from them, at the shore.* *She cannot have been more than 6 feet tall. Yet every step of hers made the ground shake. She didn’t as much leave footprints as she left craters. She moved onto her knees by the water. As her legs made contact with the ground, the ground quaked once more. A small crater had formed around the impact zone that was her. Her hands landed on the edge of the shore, once again loudly. Leaning down, the goddess began to lap in water.* *With every lap of her tongue, with every little swallow, everything rumbled. With her tail and her back slightly in the air, it wasn’t hard to discern that with every bit more that she drank, she reached just a little higher. The rumbling grew louder, blanketing pretty much any other sounds that could otherwise disturb her. More and more, she grew. Her hips pushed away nearby trees; her legs levelled the ground. Still like 30 minutes left of the video... Scroll a bit forward. She’s about the size of a truck. Scroll a bit further forward. Roughly the size of an apartment. Scroll a bit further ahead. The lake didn’t even look like a pond to her by now, it looked like a puddle.* *It seemed like she was satisfied. The Espeon slowly rose, still on her knees. Her torso reached high into the clouds. She stretched. Everything rumbled as she doubled in size. Only her lower body could be seen on the recording by now. She stretched again. More rumbling, as she almost tripled in size. The video cut out during yet another growth spurt, it seemed she wasn’t intent on stopping.*

The video ended. I looked around for a bit again. That’s how this all started, huh? I checked my phone’s service. Still nothing, of course. Checked the battery. Eh, there’s a little left. Scrolled a bit through my media and found a documentary I had saved. Might as well.

*A collection of different clips, all recorded with shaky cam. The catgirl leveling mountains while just rolling around at enormous heights. The moon moving around as she’s bapping it around casually. Paintings from different eras and in different styles showing her eating the sun, toying with the stars, knocking over massive buildings and treating gods like toys. A smooth documentary voice begins to play over the clips.* *“We once considered the study of The Goddess to be its own category, related to other forms of theology. Considering how far she is above mortality, and how far back in history she goes (all the way back before prehistory it seems), it would make sense. Nowadays though, in modern times, we’ve found it makes more sense to study her behavior in the same way one would other animals. All for one single reason.”* *More clips, from different eras. A couple black-n-white clips that seem to depict her knocking down a tree, glaring at it as it seems to play in reverse and stand back up straight.* *“Though she seems highly intelligent, the goddess has, throughout the ages, always seemed to run entirely on instinct. For a long time, she posed many unanswered questions. Is it possible to reason with her? What otherworldly knowledge does one who’s lived forever possess? Can she read, both physically and minds? The moment we stop thinking of her as a goddess, and more like, let’s say, a cat that just happens to be omnipotent, a lot of things start to make a lot more sense. Like cats, she doesn’t care much for spoken language, focusing on body language. Like cats, she can probably understand us, but doesn’t care. And like cats, she can be very, VERY unpredictable.”* *The goddess is now walking through space, eyes focused on a single planet in the distance. Fleets are swarming around her, trying to fire at her, trying to stop her in any way, but it seems like anything and everything they try to move in front of her just... gets pushed away, one way or another.* *“Of course, some things can’t be explained by comparing her to cats. Like the fact that if she’s focused on something, physics just seem to give away for her. If she’s focused on one person or object, it cannot be moved, cannot be destroyed, cannot be changed in any way except for by her. And despite our best attempts, nothing has ever been capable of harming, or even impacting her. The best explanation we have for this phenomenon is that she’s above physics, and as such, logical cause and effect do not count for her. Sometimes weapons will hit her but have no effect, sometimes they’ll pass right through her, and sometimes, even flawless mechanisms will fail the moment they’re aimed at her. As such, our best course of action when something catches her attention, is to put as much distance between ourselves and her as possible, and otherwise hope that we don’t get caught up in whatever she is doing. One thing is to be a victim of her attention, another is to be a victim of simply being in the way-“*

The screen went black. Seems it finally ran out of battery. I sighed and put my phone away in my pocket, looking back around. An endless flat landscape, pure marble white. I saw no atmosphere, no day or night above it, only pure black. No air, but no lack of air either. No sounds, except for the low rumbling that let me know you still weren’t done. It’s almost funny where that documentary ended. “Don’t be a victim of being in the way.” I guess I should have known better than to try and chase you down, for nothing more than recording you. All I got were those two recordings, and look at me now. I don’t even know what part of your body I’ve ended up on, but I guess it doesn’t matter if you’re still growing. I can only suppose what you’re spending your time doing now, probably batting at whole universes or something. I would ask what your plan is now. If you intend on outgrowing literally everything and just recreate it or something. My universe must have been your creation after all, if you could so effortlessly outgrow it. Something tells me you don’t really have a plan. Can’t blame you though. You just run on instinct anyway, don’t you?

cw: omni, macro, hyper, destruction, like actual armageddon, slow hypnosis

Chapter 6: Detachment

Don’t let your focus break… Just keep concentrating, just keep your eyes closed. Don’t pay any attention to what’s happening around you, just keep shutting it out… Focus entirely inward, like She told you to, just keep going… The trembling was ceaseless. Cracks were spreading across every paved road, every building, every even remotely hard part of the surface. Widespread panic had set in long before the first couple of buildings fell, all previous strategies had given way to abject terror long before the cracks began to flow with lava. Don’t let anything break you out of this… Don’t even block the sensations out, just don’t pay attention to them, let them pass… The wind against my fur, blowing across every part of my uncovered body, rustling the leaves that make up the edges of my ears… None of these sensations are foreign, I have been a Leafeon all my life, and I have sworn off clothing ever since She blessed me… And now, many years later, this purpose she’s bestowed upon me… I must keep concentrating. Keep your eyes shut and let nothing break you out, I just must let Her will pull me further down…

Don’t let anything break you out of this… Don’t even block the sensations out, just don’t pay attention to them, let them pass… The wind against my fur, blowing across every part of my uncovered body, rustling the leaves that make up the edges of my ears… None of these sensations are foreign, I have been a Leafeon all my life, and I have sworn off clothing ever since She blessed me… And now, many years later, this purpose she’s bestowed upon me… I must keep concentrating. Keep your eyes shut and let nothing break you out, I just must let Her will pull me further down…

That’s strange, the waters aren’t usually this warm… Sure, the endless ocean has reached temperatures like this in the past, when the world is closest to its twin stars, but that’s not for another 100 days. Residents began swimming out of their caves, bleary-eyed and confused. Had another geyser of volcanic gas erupted? No, they’d be able to feel the heat coming from somewhere specific then, and this time, it seemed to come from everywhere. And the surface, shimmering above them… Why was it so bright and full of color? It was as if the sky above was… full of meteors. Or like the suns had grown tenfold, but… they’re not supposed to do that for another hundred thousand years… I can feel Her will pulling me further and further in… With every moment, it becomes easier for me to keep focusing inward, keep my eyes closed… It becomes harder to think of anything but Her, of the purpose she’s given me… I can feel my body relaxing, muscles I didn’t know I had strained are beginning to be at rest… She’s a force unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Her will is not just one powerful enough to exist without a body, it’s… so far beyond mortal. So far beyond life and death, beyond comprehension. She is fate itself, and fate has given me this gift. I must… I must keep concentrating. There is nothing I wish for more than what my Goddess is granting me…

I can feel Her will pulling me further and further in… With every moment, it becomes easier for me to keep focusing inward, keep my eyes closed… It becomes harder to think of anything but Her, of the purpose she’s given me… I can feel my body relaxing, muscles I didn’t know I had strained are beginning to be at rest… She’s a force unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Her will is not just one powerful enough to exist without a body, it’s… so far beyond mortal. So far beyond life and death, beyond comprehension. She is fate itself, and fate has given me this gift. I must… I must keep concentrating. There is nothing I wish for more than what my Goddess is granting me…

The sky was all wrong. She was sure of it. Many of her city dwelling colleagues weren’t so sure, but on her drive from the countryside to the observatory, she could feel it. It had taken a lot of arguing back and forth with the rest of her team, but what did they know. The sky was always bright in their metropolis. It shouldn’t be this bright out by the barren, purple desert this lone researcher lived in. Parking her round vehicle, the little observer opened the observatory’s entrance door with haste. Adjusting her glasses, she was met with tired, annoyed glares from her colleagues. For all they knew, this rural nutcase had called them in at night out of sheer hysteria. All the focus, all the urgency seemed to fade in this moment. Thankfully, she barely managed to begin stammering out a justification for all this, before a now equally anxious stargazer handed her a paper, and began talking. “You were absolutely right to call us in, this is… I would call it worrying but it’s way beyond that. For the record, I triple checked the settings, none of them are off-“ She didn’t hear the rest of his words. A crowd had formed behind her, a swarm of antennas behind her own. The sky had merely felt wrong, but this looked entirely different. Every star was far too bright. Every star was too blurry. Wait, no, not every one of them… A few were still like they normally should be. And some were entirely absent. What in the world is happening, did something mess with the atmosphere to alter the sky like this- “U-uhm… you… m-might wanna look at this…” She barely got to react before another picture, taken just a few minutes later. She felt ill, she was getting dizzy. A rumble slowly filled her ears. Even brighter, even blurrier, more stars were missing. Struggling to keep the papers still, her eyes met the other, equally queasy researcher. “A-and the lens is-” “Fine, it’s completely fine.” “What of the-“ “Satellite photos look the same. This isn’t us, it’s out there” “But why are the stars-“ “They’re not blurring, Xeya. The light source is.. scattering” “Scattering?” The researcher gulped. “Like.. fireworks. Like supernovas.” She dropped the papers. The dizziness, the rumbling in her ears had grown overwhelming. She dared not raise her voice, but did so naturally regardless. “Is.. is the sky-“ “Yes… The galaxy is erupting, bit by bit” “A-and what of the ones disappearing?” He grew silent. But amidst the chaos, another voice rung out. “They’re not disappearing! They’re… obscured.” Another shaky picture was handed to her and the crowd behind her. She could barely stand. The rumbling was ceaseless. It was only once she heard the first pieces of equipment get knocked to the floor that she realized. This wasn’t anxiety. This was an earthquake. These weren’t blurry spots; every star was exploding. And that wasn’t a dark spot in space. That was a silhouette. Weightless… I feel weightless… Falling… I feel like I’m… no, not falling. Swimming. Diving deeper into myself, the currents pulling me. The deeper I swim, the more the currents pull me even further down… The more muffled all my senses get… The roaring, dying stars, they have grown so quiet… The galaxies bouncing off my skin, they’ve become so small… The tinkles, all over, I think from weapons and missiles? I can barely feel them… All of it pales against this feeling welling up inside of me. This… relaxation, this deep peace… Deeper still, I must keep on… The current is unescapable, and yet, it’s not fast enough… Let everything else fade out, let my mind keep fading, all that matters is Her… I have been her most devoted Blessed for hundreds of years. To be offered to be her Disciple, to relinquish my mind to endlessly serve Her… Nothing matters more than Her.

Weightless… I feel weightless… Falling… I feel like I’m… no, not falling. Swimming. Diving deeper into myself, the currents pulling me. The deeper I swim, the more the currents pull me even further down… The more muffled all my senses get… The roaring, dying stars, they have grown so quiet… The galaxies bouncing off my skin, they’ve become so small… The tinkles, all over, I think from weapons and missiles? I can barely feel them… All of it pales against this feeling welling up inside of me. This… relaxation, this deep peace… Deeper still, I must keep on… The current is unescapable, and yet, it’s not fast enough… Let everything else fade out, let my mind keep fading, all that matters is Her… I have been her most devoted Blessed for hundreds of years. To be offered to be her Disciple, to relinquish my mind to endlessly serve Her… Nothing matters more than Her.

“It keeps escalating, captain! Asteroid belts disintegrating, planets bursting, stars exploding, there’s no end to it! All across the system! We’ve got everyone on the case b-“ “I can see that, dumbass! I’m looking out my window and all I see is fireworks in places they most certainly shouldn’t be!” He slammed his fists on the interface in front of him that, by default, would order a cup of green tea for the captain on that command, were it not in crisis mode. “Just tell me you’ve figured something out! Where this is coming from, what the pattern is so we can evacuate, anything!” The tinny voice rang out once again, clearly shaking. “S-sorry captain! We’ve got everyone on the case, but so far, we’re as stumped as you are. We’ve found no correlation between the celestial bodies affected so far, neither in their placement nor age. No rhythm, no rhyme or reason, it all seems far too random to be orchestrated. As for the entity-“ “Do I need to do all your thinking for you, you walnuts?! She’s clearly got something to do with it, fucking look at her!” He gestured out his window for an audience of no one, towards the silhouette blocking out the stars. “A-again, captain. We’ve surveyed her in every way we can. Every form of energy reading comes back negative. It’s true, these events happened at the same time as she entered our radars, but she is not what’s causing all of this. F-frankly, we have only one possible explanation-“ A bright flash illuminated the cockpit of the captain’s spaceship. No sound travels through space, yet the rattle of his battlecruiser was deafening. The light burned itself onto his retina, but he couldn’t look away. Another star had exploded, and this one was close. Far too close. The science department had been wiped out instantly, painlessly. He was frozen. The entire fleet was within blast radius, his ship included. He knew what was coming. With the other end severed, his communications picked up what seemed to be an old radio show. Nothing worth paying attention to before, but in these, his last moments, the topic seemed too perfect to be coincidence. *“… common knowledge that our bodies need to be hale and healthy for our consciousness to even exist. That is not the case for Her though. It may take a little to get used to the thought, but the Goddess has far ascended the need for a body. She is therefore not an all-powerful being that exists above our universe or anything, she doesn’t need to be. Rather, she exists through all of reality, as an omniscient force, a will that decides the fate of everything. Now, an existence like this would be literally impossible for us to observe, so how do we know this much about her? Through her Blessed, of course! Beings who devote themselves entirely to the Goddess are said to have been blessed with eternal life, the bodies of their dreams, and most importantly, they learn of everything She is, has been, and will ever be. It’s through them that we know the Goddess has existed far before our reality even has, that She created it, and when the time comes for reality to end, She will personally orchestrate its destruction…”* And as the supernova’s wave of energy crept over more and more of his fleet, the last thing the captain saw was the entity’s dark figure, now finally illuminated by the dying star. A grand body, in hues of beige and green. It all… feels so hazy now. It has become so hard to think, so hard to even tell what’s happening… Time feels so weird, like it’s speeding up… How long has passed by now? Hours…? Days…? Centuries…? All my senses feel so distant. Are those… universes, caught in my cleavage? They feel like little more than dust… like nothing… I can’t even feel them anymore… I can’t move… I don’t… want to move… Every thought feels so… slow… so hard… Let go, I must… let go… Let my thoughts dissipate, let my head finally go silent…

It all… feels so hazy now. It has become so hard to think, so hard to even tell what’s happening… Time feels so weird, like it’s speeding up… How long has passed by now? Hours…? Days…? Centuries…? All my senses feel so distant. Are those… universes, caught in my cleavage? They feel like little more than dust… like nothing… I can’t even feel them anymore… I can’t move… I don’t… want to move… Every thought feels so… slow… so hard… Let go, I must… let go… Let my thoughts dissipate, let my head finally go silent…

Spacetime itself seemed to crumble and crease. The night sky warped and contorted. Black holes were ripped apart. Strands of beige rivaling superclusters pierced through dying universes. The only ones not screaming were the space wanderers, equally victims but accepting of what fate had bestowed upon them. Deafening sounds of cracking and tearing joined in the cacophony of destruction. And soon enough, all grew silent. Nothing… I sense… nothing. I hear nothing, I see nothing… Cannot… think… All I feel is… bliss. Eternal, unending bliss… She was all that remained. Every single universe, every single layer of reality, it had all been outgrown, it had all been unmade. Her arms were at her sides, relaxed. Her breathing was calm, sedated. Her torso-sized tits rested against her. Her eyes closed, unaware of the energies swirling around her, of the invisible force that was the Goddess. *“Open your eyes”* the omnipotent will whispered. And so the Leafeon did. Her gaze was endlessly distant, expressionless, empty. The invisible force tugged at one of her breasts. No reaction. *“What is your name, leafeon? What do you know of your home? Your past life?”* Name, home, life… Not one of them stirred a thought in her. She did not answer. More fervently, her body was tugged and pulled at all over. No reaction, never a reaction. A final question. *“What is your purpose?”* Immediately, the leafeon answered, unphased by the energies around her. To serve my Goddess eternally, to carry out her will without question or thought, as her Disciple for all time. The Goddess was pleased. The leafeon’s mind was simply no more. With her past life thoroughly crushed in her own cleavage, there was nothing left of her except eternal servitude. As the pressure began to build in her breasts, the Disciple did not react. The Goddess spoke, though she knew little of her words would reach her Disciple except her last command. *“You have spent your whole life devoted to me. You have occupied your mind fully with my duties and commands. And now, relieved of both your past life and your mind, you have been granted complete and perpetual servitude, entrusted with my grandest tasks. Your purpose has ascended your prior existence, and now, you will carry out my will for many realities to come. Now, my Disciple… By your ascent was reality unmade. Make it anew.”* As the Goddess’ presence faded, her Disciple carried out Her command. Beginning to walk, her breasts slowly erupted, spewing endless geysers of milk with more and more force. And from her milk, the Disciple began to weave concepts, constants, physics and universes…

cw: omni, implied destruction, implied omnipotence, implied macro, impliced glaceon, implied words

Chapter 7: Anticipation

This must’ve been it. The floating ship’s solar sail folded together, the angular vehicle landing on the barren ground. Unable to keep their eyes in one spot for long, the curious, carefree explorer hopped off, their boots sending puffs of sand into the air on impact. Normally, one would check that the atmosphere is still breathable before removing their helmet, but they didn’t care much for that. With their hair flowing freely in the wind, the explorer now had a better view of their surroundings: A teal sky tinted gray by sandstorms. A slow dance of deserts and cliffs in every direction. Most importantly though, ruins of a long-gone civilization, complete with the hollow, fossilized remains of any nature they had coexisted with. All of it tilted and blown in one direction, as if all were wiped out at once by a single, planet-wide explosion. An explosion that, judging from everything leaning away from this one spot, had originated here. No records of this place existed anywhere as far as they could tell. This was, in its entirety, a self-contained mystery that wiped out a whole planet. It couldn’t have been more perfect. The lifeless howl of sandstorms was now accompanied by the beeps and whirring of the explorer’s equipment. Wasting no time, they began to survey the area. Scanning, searching, left and right, up and down. A temple just 2 kilometers southwest of here. Lightly buried in loose sand, perfectly at this planet’s north pole, everything seemed to be leaning away from this tower. Bingo. Upon approaching the temple, it was remarkable how well preserved it was. Especially considering everything around it was pure rubble and ruins. Whatever caused this disaster must’ve really been intent on preserving this place. Scanning, scanning… Door found, door inspected, door opened with surprising ease (the explorer had a box of explosives labeled “surprising ease”). Yet what awaited inside made even the excited, skipping-ahead explorer stop dead in their tracks for a moment. One single, large room. That’s all that was inside this temple. It was hard to tell but the walls seemed inscribed with something. The air inside was remarkably cold, felt heavy, almost pulsating with… something. Not humidity, not radiation, just sheer power. No windows, no crevices for sand nor wind to blow through, whatever was in here had been perfectly preserved. This was no mere temple; it was a tomb. And standing in the middle of the tall, empty room, was whatever was kept in here: Despite how incredibly smooth and life-like it looked, despite its perfect proportions (well, “perfect”, its breasts and hips were quite a bit larger than one would deem realistic), despite its long, light blue hair that had not a single tangled strand in it, despite its meticulously modeled hands, the gray’ish white marble material gave away that this was a life-sized artifact of some sort. Well, life-sized and life-sized, this thing was roughly 10 ft tall. And judging from both the pedestal it was standing on (which now also housed a couple pieces of exploded door, oops) and its glowing white eyes, this had to be some sort of statue of a deity. Makes sense that the one thing these people would want to preserve was religious in nature, but that doesn’t really explain what happened to cause such a huge even- “Clear the rubble beneath my feet, intruder. You have 20 minutes.” …What was that? The explorer could’ve sworn they heard something. They looked around for a bit, then back at the door. The wind whistled on its first forays into this sacred place. Right, that makes sense, this whole place must be acting like a big blown bottle at the moment. Good reminder, whatever happened here probably didn’t have anything to do with this odd statue thing. The explorer decided they would survey the area outside for answers on that front, but first, history lesson. Pulling out a flashlight, they began to study the paintings and writings on the walls. With the place now illuminated by light, it was pretty clear how important this deity was. Literal walls of ancient scribblings indented in the walls detailed the many myths and legends surrounding this goddess, like the one time she... probably did something or another. Probably a lot of interesting stuff, but unfortunately for these legends, reading is for nerds, and this explorer isn’t that kind of nerd. Also it was all written in a language they couldn’t read, but that was less important. What caught the explorer’s attention more, were all the pristinely preserved paintings and depictions. In each tale, she looked exactly the same as the statue in the middle of the room. A marble glaceon, staring distantly across all of creation. Sometimes being worshipped and presented with tributes, blessing and transforming those who do her bidding. Creating and unmaking galaxies. Watching the birth and death of civilizations. And all of it, seemingly without ever moving as much as a finger. That’s an interesting faith to have, one with seemingly not just a goddess but the goddess of all, holding dominion over all to such a degree that she literally never moves. The explorer looked back at the statue. With the wind dancing across the entrance and blowing dusty rays of light in, the true immaculate nature of this sculpture was clear. Her hands and feet were the same hue of light blue as her hair. The crest on her head had the same crystalline quality as her uncovered nipples. A quick scan couldn’t identify the materials (probably a malfunction) but did find microscopic traces of paint across her marble frame. That and IMMENSE amounts of power within it. It almost looked like it was breathing… This was not just some statue; this civilization had seemingly imbued it with as much power as they possibly could. That does make sense, this wouldn’t be the first ancient civilization to imbue an object of worship with magic. Smarter explorers and researchers will probably figure out exactly how they did it for this statue, but that was neither here nor there. And as interesting as this place was, the explorer had learned nothing of what unmade this place. On their way out though, they couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being… watched. Scrutinized. *Judged.* Outside, the explorer had begun scanning and surveying the place once again. Their curiosity and excitement had begun to slowly morph into pondering and mystery. This civilization didn’t seem to have anything technologically advanced. In fact, they didn’t have any weapons whatsoever. Nothing indicated any experiments gone wrong, or any internal struggle setting off anything. Judging from how unknown these people were, it’s unlikely that someone else picked a fight with them and saw it fit to lay waste to their planet. And though its nature seemed barren and scarred, the planet itself didn’t seem volatile in any way. No eruptions, no solar flares… So how did they get wiped out? And if they were so technologically inept, where did all this knowledge come from? Holding lightly sandblasted stone tablets, the explorer’s eyes scanned over them again. Rune-like depictions of several alien species they very well recognized. But none of them had ever been to this part of the galaxy, and some of these species never went to this galaxy at all. More depictions of the goddess, it really seemed like everything here revolves around her, but… These seem to center around different worlds. Wait, that planet on the tablet looks eerily familiar to… but that planet and its whole system disappeared without a trace. Did they have a hand in that, and how? They seem to have attributed it to their goddess, and this tablet depicts- oh, oh my. Are those…? Yea, definitely looks like it, does that mean that just those are that size or is her whole body that b- wait, those galaxies… This matches up with the intergalactic void, and the outline of stardust around it. This would explain the- wait how would they know of this, they’re in the middle of that void. It shouldn’t be visible from their… location… The explorer was beginning to question everything at this point. They looked over the tablets of other races again. Not just their species, but their homeworlds, their architecture. But some of these are millions of lightyears away, there’s no way they’d ever reach them, and… without faster-than-light travel, they should not ever be able to know of these. Did these people know of the future somehow, and how? All they seemed interested in was worshipping their goddess- A tablet caught the explorer’s attention. With panicked imprecision, they fished it out of the dusty pile. Everything else had been written in some old, long-dead language. This seemed to be written in multiple languages. EVERY language. Their language, specifically. A sort of… warning, written in verses? *Heed her word, for it will not be repeated.* *Do as she commands, and you will be rewarded.* *In blessings, in enlightenment, or in simply being spared.* *But be warned: She suffers not incompetence, nor ignorance.* *Fail to meet her demands, and you will be punished.* *Fear nothing more than the judgement of an eternal one.* *She is infinitely patient, she is infinitely powerful, she is infinitely passive.* *Should you fail her, you will only know when it is too late.* *And should you ignore her voice, even when faint, you are already doomed.* Normally, this would just be interesting literature for the history nerds back home. But this specific tablet terrified the explorer. Sweat rolled down their brow, and yet they felt cold. The dry, sand-speckled wind had picked up around them. This was their language. And though the words were slightly archaic, the spelling was completely modern. Was this… addressed to them? Had these people known an explorer would come visit? How far ahead would they have had to look? 300 years? 400? 500 years, maybe even more- …They took notice of the edges. Sharp and well defined. They looked over the other tablets. Some were rounded and sanded, others were sharp. These weren’t preserved in a house; they were scattered among ruins. They should all be rounded and hard to read. In fact, the rubble seemed remarkably well-preserved for the sandstorms. Judging from their condition, whatever caused extinction here didn’t happen years ago, or even months ago. Moreso like it happened merely 73 hours and 26 minutes before the explorer landed here, so roughly 73 hours and 50 minutes since they found that statue, and about.. 74 hours and 9 minutes before now. Wait no, make that 10 minutes- ## *“Time’s up, mortal.”* The explorer barely got to react before the perfectly pristinely preserved temple behind them seemingly exploded. Turning around slowly, what met the explorer was the now floating statue, glaring down at them and… was it… growing? Wait- Everything made sense at once for the explorer. Those perfectly matching depictions. The impossible knowledge. The fact that their scanners couldn’t identify the statue’s matter. Even the fact that this civilization had devoted itself entirely to this being. Was this merely ironic timing, or had this deity imparted the explorer with knowledge now? Regardless, with newfound terror, the explorer slowly looked up and let their eyes meet the cold stare of a goddess. She didn’t blink. She didn’t even furrow her brow. She just stared down coldly at the mortal beneath her. The wind began to pick up more and more, into a furious storm. And as the glaceon’s chest bounced and began to swell as well, her telepathic voice filled the explorer’s mind: *“I gave you clear instructions. Clean up the mess you made. I gave you 20 minutes for a simple task, yet you wasted every minute on sating your own curiosity. If you wish to know what happened the last time mortals disappointed me this fervently, it is only fitting to let you share their fate…”*

cw: omni, macro, hyper, growth, hypnosis, a dangerous amount of comfortable vibes

Chapter 8: Comfort

*“Comfortable, little one?”* Of course I was. How could I not be? Everything was perfect here. The soft warmth of her fur and embrace, not to mention her curves. The complete calm and silence. And most of all, her soothing, echoing voice, pulling me back into the awake world. A world that, at this point, felt as dreamlike as when I slept. “Mm… Y-yea… Sorry, I just.. I’m still a little-“ *“It’s completely understandable, mortal. You just woke up from a nap after all.”* “Yeah, mmm… How long was I out?” *“Does it matter? Just get all the rest you need, silly.”* I stretched lightly, slowly opening my eyes. Moving my head up slightly from her torso, my vision started to unblur, taking in the view. Her milky white fur. Her massive breasts, each a fair bit larger than her head, decorated with pink, heart-shaped nipples. Her ribbons, flowing weightlessly with their pink and red tips. Her kind, beautiful face, her eyes glowing the purest white with nothing but comfort and adoration for mortals like me. Her large, pink ears, intently listening and focused on nothing but me. Her long hair, flowing in colors ranging from reds to pinks to purples. Her large, pink hand, reaching up and gently caressing me, pushing me slightly more into her plush, 15ft frame. And all around both her and I, the soothing, white void where the universe used to be. Normally, one would probably be worried about a being unmaking literally everything for a single person, but- *“Shhh, don’t think about those things dear, I’ll put everything back to how it was at some point. I’m the Goddess after all. Everything is my creation, and I can promise you: Everything will be alright.”* Huh? Oh yea, omnipotent being, my thoughts are an open book to her. I nodded, rolling on my back against her and resting my head against her soft cleavage. Everything about her was just so… incredibly soft. I’d call her a living bed if she wasn’t both kind of past mortality, and way past beds in terms of comfort. In fact… *“…A bit bigger, mortal?”* “A bit bigger, yeah…” And with a soft giggle, I could feel her body stretching against mine. Her round belly becoming even rounder, her curves expanding, as the floating, omnipotent sylveon reached a height of roughly 20ft. *“Anything else I can do for you, hun?”* “Mmh, nothing comes to mind… Though, just curious, is there anything you can’t do?” An echoey chuckle set her soft body in motion. Above me, I saw energies coalesce, forming into a clone of hers. Or, I guess, just another of her. She has kind of ascended “existing” after all. The fully (and eternally) naked Sylveon in the “sky” leaned down towards me and smiled, knowing what I was hinting at. *“We’ve been through this, mortal, of course there’s nothing I can’t do. Or do you need proof once again, hmm?”* “Hmmm, I don’t knowww… A truly omnipotent being would be capable of, let’s sayyy… Making her tits bigger than the rest of her body” I barely even got to blink before the sylveon’s chest swelled, further and further, until it obscured my view of the entire rest of her body. She chuckled and floated a little closer, her 20ft bust now within arm’s reach. With glee, I hugged as much soft goddess close to me as I could. *“There, is that enough proof?”* “I’m sorry, lost my train of thought. It’s almost like it got knocked over by massive goddess boobs” *“Pfft, you silly mortals. I’m glad I can take your mind off things.”* I smiled, closing my eyes and hugging as much of her close as I could. She was absolutely right, it was really nice to just forget everything, to just spend a while in her endlessly soothing embrace instead of… instead of… …huh, it felt really distant. I do remember the omnipotent sylveon seeing my life and deciding to improve it. I remember her showing that she literally could do anything, I remember at first not believing that she truly was the creator of everything, but after even just a few moments it became clear that.. that… *“I think the word you mortals normally use for a kind, loving creator like that is… a mother, right? In that way I guess I’m the mother of all, and every single one of my children deserve to feel my endless love and care for them.”* Her calming words broke my train of thought for a moment. I looked up and around, basically everything I could see was her massive breasts. I guess motherly was a good description of her. I do wonder how it would feel, maybe I could… *“Of course you can, mortal.”* The massive sylveon breasts I was hugging slowly disappeared, as the goddess I was lying on began to sit up. Cradling me gently in her lap, I looked up and saw her breasts begin to get heavier, rounder, seemingly fill up with milk. *“How much would my little mortal want?”* “Well, this does make me wonder just how far you can-“ *“An endless amount of milk, understood~”* I blushed and couldn’t help but smile, looking at her chest as it continued to swell. What was I even thinking of? Oh right, what life had been before this. Weird, it felt so oddly distant, like a childhood memory or something. It must’ve been like half an hour ago at most, or maybe a few hours ago considering that nap… *“Shh, you don’t need to think about that dear. You can drink up whenever you want…~”* Yeah but… I think I was… Right, my name is.. it’s uhh… I think it was Alex… I’m… I think I’m 25..? No, 26, just turned 26, and… I grew up in.. Iowa I think… I’m a student, and I was… I was… *“You were stressed, hun. But come now, don’t trouble yourself with that, you can watch me keep swelling if it helps take your mind off things…”* I was… stressed yea, and then the goddess arrived and… and I asked her if I could just… get away from everything and… and since I’ve been… I’ve been here… For at least a couple hours… Or has it been.. days..? Years…? Wait… “Goddess? Uhm… How long have I…” She picked me up from her lap and held me close against her still swelling chest. All I could see ahead of me were her caring eyes, so soothing, so… comforting… Hard to think… Hard to think of much else but… her… I can feel her chest enveloping me slowly. *“You lived… an unhappy life, mortal. Does it really matter how long you’ve been gone from it? Wouldn’t you prefer to spend time here, in eternal comfort?”* Y..yeah… Yeah I do… *“You could stay forever against me if you please. Wouldn’t you prefer that, dear?”* I would… prefer that… Head’s getting… a little woozy… *“Maybe you should take another nap. I think you deserve it…~”* Another nap would.. be nice, yeah… I looked up at her one more time, looking at her kind, caring smile, as I felt her chest start to push against my head, her cleavage close to fully covering me. *“Comfortable, little one?”* Mhmm… Comfortable…

cw: omni, macro, endless growth, and slight amounts of all the CWs above

Chapter 9: Power

Another reality destroyed. Another reality recreated. She witnessed the Jolteon crush everything between her thighs once again. She witnessed a disciple of the Leafeon, lactating endlessly and creating a new reality from her milk. She witnessed the Umbreon, reflecting on her creation, and how it may have affected her if things were just slightly different. Interesting… To the Umbreon, the idea of having started off as another Eeveelution, to have been filled with different traits, was entirely hypothetical. There was nothing past her after all. Space has been thoroughly outgrown and outmatched, time is hers to define and control, with the past only staying the way it is so she can keep track of her legacy. Anything past that is merely thought experiments. But to another being, things were different… She witnessed the Flareon, drunk off her own expansion, outgrow her own reality. She saw the Glaceon enact her passive, unmoving vengeance on another mortal. She saw the Sylveon, focused entirely on the mortal within her bust, happily floating through an endless, white void. A white void that looked almost identical to the endlessly massive, endlessly glowing eyes observing her. None of these versions of the goddess had ever been aware of one another. It’s not that they were in different universes, or different realities. They were simply different end results of one decision. A different statue chosen, a different vice to fill it with. At first, they had all been roughly the same, mindless animated statues of pure power unmaking their creator before beginning to grow… She witnessed the Vaporeon, enthralling yet another person to tend to her endlessly. She witnessed the Espeon, toying with dimensions and laws of physics like little more than a ball of yarn. And, for her own curiosity, she witnessed how all of them had spent their first moments. She saw each of them, expressionless, growing aimlessly and endlessly while trying to figure themselves out. She saw continents disappear beneath their paws. She saw planets get dwarfed by their bodies, then stars, then universes themselves fail to contain them. Beings of already impossible power, only growing more vast and powerful while focused entirely inwards. And then, as the eternities passed, their quirks started to show. The Umbreon started to look down at the realities she effortlessly outgrew with a smug sense of superiority, beginning to toy with them. The Vaporeon started grabbing hold of the many dwindling universes around her, inspecting them and forming them into jewelry to accentuate her own endless beauty. The Flareon started to revel in her growth, pushing it further, getting lost in the bliss of her expansion as her curves swelled out to envelop her more and more. The Jolteon began to reach out in the same way, though choosing to crush and pulverize the puny universes surrounding her. The Espeon began to push at and study the abstract concepts of reality she was constantly outgrowing, messing with them at random. The Leafeon’s body began to slowly fade, her will taking shape as the very shape and course of reality. The Glaceon began to shape the endless universes around her with little more than her mind, deciding she had no need to exert herself physically, ever again. The Sylveon cradled the many universes she held dominion over, doting on and adoring them like her own children. And then, there was herself… The Eevee had started slightly different. She was, of course, the product of the original Umbreon having chosen to pour her powers into the Eevee statue first. None of her vices though, just sheer, raw power. In fact, she may have gotten a little carried away, managing to pour absolutely all of her powers into the statue, not just the excess. And so, the Eevee’s awakening had been… slightly more explosive. Unmaking her creator had been quite a bit easier, and the growth she launched into had been quite a bit more intense. As she grew though, through the many eternities, her mind tried desperately to latch on to anything to build its identity from and found… nothing. No desires, no thoughts of herself or anything around her, just pure power. And so, as the other versions of the Goddess began to shape reality as they pleased, she… simply kept growing. And growing and growing. Outgrowing reality after reality, faster and faster. And as she grew too powerful to coexist with any reality, she merely continued, now within an endless void. She had no reason to stop, and so, she never would. Though devoid of a personality, the Eevee’s mind did expand with her never-ending ascent. She grew aware of beings and existences that had once existed far beneath herself. She grew aware of the passage of time, of the past, the present, the future, of all that will be, of all that had been, of all that could’ve potentially been. She learned of the many hypothetical realities that could’ve been. And, devoid as she was of any prior knowledge, she grew curious. Endlessly powerful as she was, it was easy to bridge the gap between hypotheticals, to have every possible event visible, and simply… observe them. She knew the other goddesses would go mad, had they known of her, or even one another. They were each the uncontested ruler of reality, and with no desire of her own to change that, she would be satisfied merely observing. But had they known, had they ever let their idle thoughts of what could’ve been be anything more than a thought experiment… They would’ve witnessed every reality, every timeline, every possible action, every bit of their endless past and future, all be far less than even a speck underneath the paws of an endless, unopposable marble Eevee, standing relaxedly with her arms at her sides, staring expressionlessly into nothing as she has done forever, still growing as endlessly and unstoppably as she always has been.

i truly hope y'all enjoy <3, this was a LOT of hard work and i couldn't be happier with all it ended up being.

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