A woman with an unending, bottomless desire for sizes that would dwarf any real person finds herself disappointed day after day at the “proportionate” and “reasonable” sizes of real people. No matter how big she can track down, they’re just never big enough. Her face between tits that are barely bigger than her head each, her hole pounded by a dick that’s only a foot long, none of it’s enough. At least she has the solace of sleep, knowing her dreams will be better.
White. Pearly, radiant white in every direction, like a holy abyss. The only things that aren’t nothing are herself and her dream. She doesn’t need to have anything else in her dream, or in her mind at all. Just the perfect woman. Caring, kind, beautiful, endowed like a goddess, and growing still. She runs forward to her dream girl and wraps her arms around her, lodging her torso between the breasts that are already almost touching the floor and spreading her legs so as to not be obstructed by the shaft that, despite being soft, is as long as she is tall.
“Long day, honey?” The subconscious manifestation of perfection said, her smooth, warm voice draping over the dream in its entirety.
“Yeah… I just wish you were real. No one is… enough.” The words came out as a sigh. Exasperated. Frustrated. Tired. She relaxed her tensed muscles, sinking into the growing flesh of her subconscious sweetheart, the mattress sized boobs and the cock that could reach from a floor to a ceiling surging bigger still.
“It’s alright. You’re here now. I’ll make sure to grow extra for you, dear.” She pressed her tits together around her, squeezing her tight in the plush, soft warmth.
“Thank you…” She whispered out, already at ease completely. She wrenched herself from her fuzzy, tingly stupor to reach upwards just a few inches and lay a kiss on her lips.
She continued to grow. Growing, growing, growing, bigger, and bigger, and bigger. A room, a building, a block, a city, a state, a country, a continent, a planet, reaching sizes that the dreamer’s mind could barely wrap around. And then, an idea. More and more came, length stretching to the size of a solar system, breasts each dwarfing stars, and yet she kept pushing. She’d never gone this big, but she knows she can do this. For her love.
Stars, black holes, galaxies, clusters and superclusters, and finally, the size of the universe itself. She pushes one more time, one more surge of growth running through her curves, and finally… a tear in the white. Like a dense mass of vines being torn away from one another, or like gently pulling the hair of your lover apart to view the face beneath. Finally, her beloved’s mind wasn’t big enough. Finally, she could split the subconscious apart. Finally, she’d be able to give her what she wanted, and what she desperately needed.
A woman awakes from an amazing dream. It was all so warm, so fuzzy, so beautiful, so big. She still feels an afterglow of warmth. And then, she feels a pressure on her. Heavy, soft, plush, big. So perfectly big. Like nothing she could find in this world before. She opens her eyes to see the woman of her dreams pressing her into her mattress, breasts bigger than her torso and a dick that could split her in two. The gorgeous woman speaks, a voice overflowing with bubbly excitement and cheerful arousal.
“Oh my god! You’re so beautiful in real life! C’mon! Let’s get going! Or I guess it’d be better to say growing, hehe!”
It turns out that the dreams weren't quite 'subconscious escapes' the way she always thought them to be. They were...memories. Memories of other times, other dimensions... other experiences that she had, not quite in this version of herself, but in other versions of her, with a sweetheart that had outgrown their respective worlds, dimensions, omniverses and existences themselves - to the point that they 'leaked' their growing exploits to other periods of time, to other alternate worlds, to the mind of a limitlessly horny, hyper needy woman that had seen growth countless times without her knowledge, always in the company of her equally eternal lover.
They were kindred souls, they were bound to one another, no matter the world, the timeline, they'd always find each other. The only difference, was that this divine looking woman of her 'dreams' really was a growth diety, a hyper goddess, a being of limitless, boundless growing power. The different versions of this goddess, that inhabited different worlds and timelines too, would always seek the most hyper loving soul, and meet them - they could envision this girl in their mind before they physically saw her, and they were always pleasantly surprised by her looks whenever they did physically meet.
The conversation of 'you're real?' and 'how is this possible?' were very short lived, if present at all - the expectations for seeing a woman with such enormous tits and an even more impressive divine cock were enough to send her into literal hyperdrive, and she needed to see more, she needed to live her 'dream' in her 'reality', not knowing how many times it had happened, will happen, and is happening already, somewhere else. "Please! I'd love to see you grow, and feel you grow, and just, just..." She was interrupted by her divine sweetheart.
"I know honey, that's what I'm here for, heehee~ I'm not going to stop growing until you want me to, okay? You don't have to worry about your world, it's ultimately unaffected by my expansion, and will always be restored if you want to go back, too. Without further ado, get closer to me. I want you next to my heart~" She lovingly said, and once they embraced in what was essentially a 'hug' with a lot of groping and squeezing involved, the growth began.
Just a few blinks and her hometown had been completely overtaken by curves alone. It felt much more real than any of the 'dreams' she had. And there was so much more to enjoy, still.
Incredible ask by the way...though you wrote so much in it, so much detail, that it's difficult to add more to the beautiful story! I hope you make a blog here too, you are talented! <3
