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Reconnecting the Family, by DragonMasterX.

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And so I learned that I'm the madman. He who realized that time is too little. - Ramalac André

The typewriter's heavy clicks came to a stop. Two blue scaled and silver-tipped claws pulled back, the hands relaxing behind the writer's head. "Is this quote by Ramalac a good ending? This is my first venture into historical fiction after all..." Ponderation sent the artist slowly spinning in his desk chair, stopping at the center of his study.

Bookcases chock full of both tomes old and new towered to the ceiling, encasing records and novels alike. It was there that the writer felt at home the most, where inspiration was drawn to him by the recollection glancing towards hardcover titles he had read evoked.

The job was complete, yet doubt in the author's mind made his crimson-red eyes linger on one volume in particular; top shelf on the right. "Perhaps going through 'The Madman' once again would fetch me more options with which to crown my homage..." A pair of thick, clawed feet hit the carpet followed by blue, cyan-streaked tail and he began to make his way over to his target, making the wooden floorboards beneath the carpet lightly groan under his weight.

A navy-blue bathrobe hugged the writer's well-sculpted, masculine frame. He adjusted the shoulders, often snagging on the sharp metallic protrusions extending from the steely blazon at his bosom. Since that bejeweled chest-plate was just another feature of his body like his spines and fins, the dragon had grown used to these inconveniences. And yet despite the impracticality he still preferred the comfort and warmth of a bathrobe after a shower. It fit his identity.

Before the wordsmith could begin scaling his stepladder however, the double doors to his studies flew open.

"There you are, Dialga!" A feminine voice rang out with exuberance that brought a wry smile to the blue dragon's face. "You're late for brunch!"

Dialga, master of time, did not have to suffer that indignation. "Heavens, sister. Have you heard of knocking? And no, I am not late. It is you who is early, unless you rudely moved brunch ahead."

Standing imperious and sassy in equal measure, hands on her wide hips, Dialga's sister Palkia was a contrasting sight. Unlike her blue and silver brother, Palkia's scales were purple-highlighted and vertically-striated lilac color. Her chest, waist and hips down to her thighs were a smooth obsidian color. Her bottom-heavy yet slim-waisted form was dressed in a casual ensemble consisting of a white tank top and denim shorts that hugged her thick rump nicely, toned musculature and marked abs inviting the thought that she liked working out. She liked wearing white up top to match the lustrous color of the jewels incrusted on her wide shoulders.

"So touchy." Palkia scoffed, rolling her matching red eyes at her brother. She brought a claw up to bat away one of her long alabaster bangs in a dismissive manner. "Big sister got eager in the kitchen. And I'm starving. You wanna get left out, big guy? More pancakes for me."

After a patient and paused sigh, Dialga decided to play nice. "I do love her cooking. I'll be down in a moment. I am aware you have unquantified space within you, but do keep your mouth away from my share this time, will you?"

"I knew one mention of big sis' pancakes would get you out of this stuffy little study." Palkia smirked, satisfied. She was sauntering away when she stopped just outside of the double doors, glaring back with a sharp glint of her right eye. "Did you just call me fat in a roundabout way?"

Dialga innocently smiled at his sister, saying nothing that might incriminate him further.

"You ass." Growled the dragoness, storming off with two wooden chunks of door stuck in her claws.

With a sigh at the damage to his study's doorway, Dialga shrugged. "I'm the one who is touchy." He murmured to himself, putting haste in preparing his material for when he next resumed writing. While engaging in busywork, he put thought to the fact it had only been a century since he and Palkia had started getting along better. However, his sister had always been such a hot-headed tomboy it was hard not to continue clashing with her at times. Pancakes, however, sounded like the most wonderful of truces.

A fine dining table had been set up with everything from scones to fruit, coffee mugs and freshly squeezed orange juice pitchers evenly distributed for three commensals. An impatient Palkia sat at the rightmost end, flicking her Mohawk-like fin crest with a bored expression. Her stomach was grumbling fiercely.

"Goodness, I believe Kanto could've heard those guttural groans, sister." Dialga's voice rang out from the stairs as he descended them. "You were not joking earlier about your appetite..."

"Put a sock in it already, buster." The mistress of space didn't bother to make eye contact, knowing her brother was just trying to get under her scales. "At least I set the table."

"Yes. Terribly rude of me not willing all the silverware in place." Dialga's sarcasm came out soft, approaching the table with a hand in his bathrobe's pocket. He wasn't trying to invite argument, however, and immediately followed up: "Is dear sister in the kitchen? Perhaps I can redeem myself by offering my help."

"I'm not dear, am I?" Palkia smirked passive-aggressively, but nodded in the end.

Dialga calmly smiled as he passed her by. "Oh, don't be jealous. I love you both." With his eyes on his purple sister, the blue dragon failed to notice an obstacle materializing at the kitchen's doorframe. Palkia didn't even bother to warn him. "Ohhmph!"

His exclamation was mostly muffled, immediately superseded by a soft and gentle: "Oh my!" coming from above Dialga. Two platters rattled momentarily upon impact, steamy towers of pancakes wobbling in place yet fortunately without spillage. Two wonderfully squishy pillows had caught his crested head in a cleft of substantial depth.

Palkia could hardly contain her giggling at the scene before her; straight from one of her more fan-service-heavy adventure books. The dandy dork had landed himself between the cleavage of their elder sister of amazonian height: Giratina. He fumbled, struggled and eventually pulled himself back, leaving those mountainous griseous orbs bouncing in place.

"Dear me," the soft-spoken dragoness seemed to have a sullen look on her amethyst eyes. The golden-plated mask covering most of her upper snout made it hard to discern her expression, but the concern in her voice seemed genuine. "Are you okay, little brother?"

"Ahem..." Dialga straightened himself up, almost instantly side-stepping to give himself some berth between he and his larger sister. "I'm quite alright, sister-dearest. I see two plates on your claws, want to see to the third? I will carry those for you." He offered, holding out both of his burly arms with open palms. Giratina thanked Dialga, put the two pancake towers in his hands and quietly slipped back into the kitchen to fetch the remaining one.

"Marshmallow hell?" Palkia sneered as Dialga came back to set the plates down, "Priceless."

"Don't be so crass." Dialga reprimanded, though a hint of a blush seemed to be hard to get rid of.

"Wish I'd taken a pic," Palkia continued, leaning over the table to get a good whiff at the sweet scent of syrup running down those towers. "Her fans would go nuclear," she relaxed back with a laugh. "Do you know they call her Phantom Dragon Mommy on Pidger?" she silenced her voice at the end. Getting an embarrassed glare from her brother who was uncomfortably sitting down.

And like an extra-large gothic waitress Giratina re-emerged from the kitchen, the final plate held up gracefully by her golden-tipped claws. Her immense and hour-glass curvy frame was clad in a flowing sleeveless black dress covering scales of various shades of grey. The open cleavage revealed a streak of red running horizontally across the top of her mounds; the same line which circled the scales of her neck, her lower thighs and the two parts of her tail where golden spikes protruded on both sides.

Legs that appeared to go on forever stepped forth sinuously, feminine slenderness revealed by the thigh-high slit on the dress. Most of Giratina's prodigious size was in those long limbs. Her 10ft. of height put her two whole feet taller than her like-sized siblings. Unlike Palkia, Giratina boasted significantly softer yet no less enviable figure. Full breasts as large as her own head were tightly held up by the top of her dress. A naturally clinched waist made corsets usually worn with this ensemble unnecessary. And as if those meaty legs needed any further complement, Giratina's hips flare completed the attractive hourglass shape. With flowing locks of straight platinum-blonde hair hanging from her head all the way down to her thick and shapely rump, it was hard to blame those Pidger fans about that embarrassing moniker.

With silent grace, Giratina sumptuously took over the seat in the middle of the table, finally joining her younger siblings for brunch together. Her soft gaze made sure even her mask didn't obstruct her smiling expression. "Thank you for waiting. Let's eat!"

This was the second century for the creation trio's new cycle. Among them, adopting new forms with every new cycle allowed them to vary their involvement with the world as its Gods. In this particular cycle, the siblings had chosen anthropomorphic bodies much like the direction their father, the Alpha Pokémon Arceus, had decreed the path of evolution to take.

With the advent of the new Gods, the trio saw it fit to observe from the sidelines as opposed to the legendary status they often carried with them. In this new iteration of their lives, Dialga, Palkia and Giratina had taken to the craft of literary art. Each one a famed contemporary contributor of their respective field: Dialga covered historic pieces and biographies, recently having developed a taste for fiction; Palkia had an enormous following with her adventure books full of colorful and diverse cast of characters; and Giratina captured readers' imagination and satisfied their suspense fix with mystery novels and horror thrillers, sometimes dabbling into Poe-inspired dark poetry that she shared online.

Enjoying all-around large levels of success, the siblings had no use for their powers when it came to affording their luxurious mansion far removed from immediate civilization where they could write to their heart's content.

Meals were often quiet. All three dragons were big eaters in spite of Dialga's harassment of Palkia's diet, and exchanges didn't start until the last crumb had been consumed. While sipping black coffee from her cup, Giratina, the last one to finish always, opened up dialogue first. "And how goes your project, dear brother?"

"A small snag at the end, Giratina. Nothing to worry about..." Dialga spoke confidently, taking his cortado with skim-milk as usual.

"You sure that snag wasn't one of those old-typewriter keys?" Palkia jabbed, "Who even uses those anymore? Buy yourself a laptop already. Bet you can get one that matches your scales."

"Hmph! You wouldn't know class if it stared you in the face, sister." Dialga folded his arms under his broad chest, "That is a refurbished model. Practically good as new, as if the ravages of time had all but left it untouched. I don't see a reason to write on computers. Why, Giratina still works on her manuscripts with her trusty fountain pen, doesn't she?"

"That is right," Giratina quietly sipped from her cup, pinky stuck out. "I feel like the pen is but an extension of my very being. Soon-to-be priceless ink staining parchment like blood pouring out and filling pages with my essence. Exhilarating, dears."

"It also doesn't hurt you have beautiful handwriting," Palkia thumbed sideways at Dialga, who was nodding in agreement. "Unlike Mr. Illegible Scribbles over there."

Dialga's nodding stopped, his gaze steeling. "My poor calligraphy is reason for my choice of medium, thank you very much, Lady of the "Unrecognizable Voltorb"."

"Hey! It's "Unbelievable Voltorb"," Palkia huffed, muscles tensing a little, her cheeks puffing out. "...and I didn't think drawing for picture books would be that hard."

"Oh. Do give your bickering a rest, Dialga, Palkia," Giratina set her empty cup and its plate back on the table, "Won't you listen to the family of feral Starly singing outside instead? Winter is coming to a close."

Falling to silence all of a sudden, Dialga and Palkia's red-eyed gazes seemed to fall to the table at the same time. It didn't take long for Giratina's amethyst lenses to do the same.

"How many winters have passed?" Dialga sighed, a hint of melancholy filling the dining room all of a sudden.

Mellowed out Palkia didn't even feel like reminding her brother he was their official time-keeper. Her snout contorted into an angry expression, fangs protruding under her lips. "When I accepted the new world order, I never expected Father to bail on us."

"Oh, Palkia..." Giratina sighed, crossing her legs as she rested back on her chair.

"Twice." The purple and white dragoness remarked.

"His transcendence put him above all of us, even the new Pantheon," Dialga set out to explain, "What he did was not personal."

"The new Pantheon, tsk!" Palkia clicked her tongue in annoyance, "Until Father's second coming, all those brats ever did was bicker among themselves and fight to a standstill."

"Is that not what we used to do eons in the past?" Giratina posited, feeling no amount of pride in remembering all the rage she used to hold on to. "Granted, my campaign was a solitary one, but it was thanks to Father's design that led me to you two. I am thankful for that."

"That's not what I'm talking about," Palkia huffed, folding her toned arms under her large bust. "You know what I'm talking about, Giratina. You too, Dialga." Her brother stared contemplatively, yet unresponsive. "Those upstarts were coddled by Father's new order. They get worshipped because of Him, not because of what they represent. They get all the attention without deserving it. A Gardevoir Goddess of Angels? Please."

"And meanwhile, the old Gods, us, are set on the path of oblivion. A truly regrettable timeline," Dialga found himself agreeing without much enthusiasm.

"Don't you remember what it was like to be feared?" Palkia glanced to her big sister, then back to Dialga. "To be adored? Idolized?"

"Sampling that delicious ambrosia that is mortal worship and prayer." Three of Giratina's golden-tipped fingers gently glided over her hidden lips from one side to the other, as if quietly reliving memories of morsel without compare. "And yet the old ways are now lost to us."

"But not to the new guys, are they?" Palkia was trembling with anger, her arm rests groaning under the pressure of her claws, her biceps starting to push out a little.

Noticing the displeasure, Giratina pushed her chair back and made her way over to her little sister, leaning down with both hands dropping to Palkia's broad shoulders. Ever since their Father, the One True God, had remade the world in order to push Pokémon evolution to its next stage, a plethora of new deities had been brought forth in order to shepherd the populace along. After a very brief reappearance by their Father, announcing his presence on a cosmic scale, his voice had gone silent on everybody once again. In their own ways, all three siblings missed their father. "I understand your anger, dear. But it is not our place to question Father's wisdom. The way of the world..."

Palkia intercepted, "Is useless to me." She rolled her shoulders, pushing Giratina's hands off. "If the old man listened to us, if he was here I'd... I'd..." The toned dragoness' armrest clutching was suddenly interrupted by a bright flash of lightning. Tall windows surrounding their dining room showed the storm front above the forest surrounding their mountain-side manor, but it wasn't raining yet. As a roar followed that room-illuminating flash, Dialga stood up, casting his gaze outside.

"That wasn't natural lightning," the blue dragon said, "And that certainly wasn't thunder."

Giratina sauntered away from the table, standing closest to the windows. Her head tilted, an arm sliding under her prominent bust while her free fingers rubbed together in front of her masked cheek. "Were you two expecting a visit, dears?" she asked, "While that pillar of light outside reminds me of Judgment, I do not recognize this aura."

Palkia stood up, stretching and popping her joints. "Uninvited guests are so rude. I'll go see what they want."

Dialga sighed and followed after Palkia. "I'll go with you, Palkia. You're still steaming. We've been away from the new breed for a long while and don't want trouble, remember?"

"Why don't we all go together?" said Giratina, suddenly behind both siblings. Her arms gently pushed them forwards as she went along.

"...suit yourselves." Palkia had been hoping to get a chance to punch somebody in the face after that sucky reminder of their place in their father's new world. She expected the opportunity to ruin an arrogant upstart's pretty face.

A tall pillar of light dispersed at the center of the manor courtyard with a number of fluffy feathers being carried away by the mountain winds. The Creation Trio stopped a good ten paces away from the statuesque being who had descended before them.

Overcast skies filtered sunlight through silver lines, as if introducing the interloper. From but a glance it was easy to tell it was an anthropomorphic Mega Absol. Unlike regular ones, this one was enormous. Boasting height that humbled even Giratina, the winged feline was an impressively immaculate specimen to behold, especially considering the black suit tightly stretched over his buff form. Chiseled musculature to rival Dialga's was covered in pristine fluff, lending a Herculean frame which contrasted with a boyish and gentle face.

He introduced himself as Yvall, humble servant of the Alpha. "Pray forgive the discourtesy of showing myself to your beautiful residence unannounced, m'ladies, milord." Yvall dropped to one knee, holding a beefy arm in front of his well-sculpted pectorals. "A mix between urgency and excitement caused a lapse in manners. I hope you find it in your hearts to forgive my rudeness."

Giratina noted the Mega Absol's voice was soft and calming, like a once distant old friend. It made her wary.

Dialga had only read that overstated humility in fan-mail before. He found himself scratching a claw under his chin in deep thought.

Palkia was the first one to step forth, impatiently tapping her fingers on the right against her hips. "So the old man still is too busy to come greet us in person. Do I send you back to him with a punch to the face or the groin?"

"Palkia, calm yourself." Dialga walked out from behind her, but his sister didn't seem to be in a mood to listen.

"I will not. Is this some kind of joke?" Furious, Palkia turned from Dialga to Yvall. Before she could assault him verbally again however, Yvall opened his mouth again.

"The Master mentioned tensions might rise with my appearance," the Mega Absol offered a smile, "However, I am still so glad I could meet all of you today. This is like a dream come true, to me."

Giratina appeared interested, taking another step forth to get a better look at that apparently submissive being. It shocked her that a being she could sense great power emanating from, beyond that of a God, was kneeling before them. She was aware that if she could sense his aura, it stood to reason Yvall would note their weakened ones as well. "Oh, my. A dream, young Yvall?" she inquired.

"Lady Giratina," purred Yvall, his glossy eyelids narrowing slightly. "I had heard stories from the Distorted World. But your dark beauty truly does precede you."

Giratina quietly breathed in, feeling a confused tingle from failing to notice any insincerity in the compliment, yet she faced the feline with masked silence. This one was dangerous.

Yvall moved on to answer the question. "I have been waiting for the opportunity to meet all of you. The Master speaks so highly of you all. It had always been a dream of mine to meet the masters of time, space and shadow. And now that He's sent me on this mission, I can finally..."

Dialga intercepted, one of his eyes closed, still pensive. "Yvall. Let us address the Donphan in the room. It is no secret to me, or my sisters, that you possess greater power than any other God in existence right now. You perhaps wield even more strength right now than either of us did together at our prime in eons past. And yet you clearly are of second generation, far too young to have ascended to this level. Assuming your Master is our Father, he who sent you on a mission, you are quite possibly the closest, if not the only confidant he has right now. I won't have you elaborate on the how, but I'm interested in knowing why."

"Ah! Lord Dialga," the Mega Absol looked especially beamy all of a sudden. "Nothing phases you, I see! The other Gods would wish unto me a thousand deaths if they knew I am the Master's confidant and retainer. Yet you coolly deduced my true relationship to Him with such calm eloquence!" Yvall shifted down onto both knees and rested his hands down on his lap. His eyes were full of clarity and honesty. "I am honored with my new title as God of Worship by my Master after my service contributed to His True Ascension."

"The True Ascension..." Dialga mouthed off, both red eyes widely open now. "You... during the Day of the Alpha. Every deity saw him. After half a millennium of absence, we all rushed to his side as he grew and grew until we could see him no longer. I remember. I saw you, much smaller, yet growing alongside him, as if leeching off his divine energy. I guess we've inadvertently explained the how."

"I implore you, milord," Yvall dared to interrupt, "The Master gloriously blessed me to allow my worship to continue as effectively as possible. He also chose to allow me to keep a portion of His infinite essence with me at all times, allowing me to realize my true calling. His decisions have culminated in my presence here before your graces."

"Why not come himself?" Palkia growled, interrupting the exchange to insist on the one point she cared about.

Yvall let out a hearty laugh. "Lady Palkia. Your effusiveness shines as bright as your powerful appearance. The Master has scions most beautiful and delightfully strong." He spoke with such enthusiasm it was hard not to accept the compliments. Yvall's words had managed to briefly bring color to Palkia's cheeks, yet she broke eye-contact immediately, scoffing at him. "The Master has grown so unimaginably powerful His size encompasses all there is and will ever be. He is, unfortunately, beyond the ken of this universe's perception. Even now, He continues to evolve. Yet, as you might have surmised so far, His state has left Him with little company other than myself."

"So he sends his personal sycophant to fetch us? Is that it?" Palkia smirked. "Did he bore of you, kitty boy?"

Yvall grinned, though whether willfully ignorant of the jab or not, it was tough to say. "It was actually my idea. It took effort, but we managed to extract enough of my power to allow me to visit this reality once again."

"Father is lonely..." Giratina's expression began to soften. "In my grief over his absence, I had not stopped to consider his feelings. Yvall, is your mission to bring us to him, then?" she insisted, although rhetorically. The gothic dragoness nodded and followed up: "How do we make it to him?"

"Big sis!" Palkia turned around more dramatically than she had hoped. "Do you trust this guy already? He's sketchier than a newly hatched Smeargle!"

"And yet he is the first lead to Father we've had in centuries." Dialga frowned, as if sharing in Palkia's conflict yet clearly set on a gamble. "Yvall, you will reveal your secrets to us."

"Not you too, you big oaf!" Palkia growled, stomping the floor so hard the entire courtyard rumbled. She turned around to face Yvall prepared to accuse of trickery and duplicity, but something stopped her. It was that soft and disarming gaze again. "How..." she stammered, "How are you going to bring us to him, anyway? You've said it yourself. He's unimaginably big. Heck, he is bigger than _everything_in this universe right now, isn't he?"

"That is correct, milady." Yvall gently nodded, and simply explained: "Thus, we will have you three catch up to Him." A howling wind carried the ensuing silence away. For a moment, none in that party uttered a single word.

And the one word which dispelled the uneasy quietude was spoken by three surprised, draconic, concomitant voices: " How?"

The bright smile coming from Yvall in response could have shamed the sun itself. His musclebound chest was starting to swell with pride. "If you'll allow it... I will worship you three into True Ascension, scions of the Alpha."

"Of course." Dialga hit a fist on his palm in realization. "Mortal worship nourishes us. But worship coming from a God many levels above us would not only revitalize us, it would empower us. A simple yet elegant solution..."

"Dear me," Giratina was holding a closed hand above her voluminous bust. "What manner of worship could you be referring to, young Yvall?"

As if to respond to Giratina's doubts, Yvall suddenly split into three smaller versions of himself. Each was just over five feet tall and considerably less muscular, which left each copy significantly on the shorter side when compared to the three siblings. The clones stood before each dragon with confident smiles.

"I will show you," all three Mega-Absols spoke in unison, Yvall's voice resounding through the courtyard. "If you'll have me."

Curiosity piqued, Dialga was the first to accept the strange if promising proposal. "Do to me what you've done to Father, God of Worship."

Giratina was blushing already, even though Yvall had yet to take make a move. She was considering just how fluffy and compact the Mega Absol before her looked, wanting to envelop him in a tight hug. In spite of her appearance and how the internet viewed her, Giratina had a big collection of stuffed animals she loved cuddling. "...I will have you." She steeled her gaze at the last second, making Yvall stand up a little straighter in front of her.

"Lady Palkia..." Yvall sighed before the white and purple dragoness, noticing her distrust. "I am not here to force you into it, however..." he gesticulated with his arms while talking: "...I'm aware you miss the Master as much if not more than Lord Dialga and Lady Giratina. If you give me a chance to prove myself, I will get you to Him. You have my word."

Arms folded, still fuming, Palkia finally started calming down, yet she still seemed ready to put her sharp tongue to use. "You're doing this even knowing I might punch your Master in the face the second I grow big enough for it?"

Chuckling, Yvall shrugged. "My mission is not to interfere in family matters, outside of facilitating them. While I would rather you not fight..." the feline's honesty shone through once more, "...my mission is to bring you to Him."

"A professional bootlicker, huh?" Palkia grumbled on the low, her tail whipping the air behind her. For less than a second her glare melted but then she immediately tossed her sight in the direction of the manor; that was wherever she did not have to look at that winged cat's pleading eyes; she already thought she was fighting a losing battle anyway, though she wouldn't admit it. She raised her voice in the end: "Get to it then. You furry dork."

And encouraged by three out of three consents, Yvall finally could get to work. Each copy walked toward his respective dragon God, getting close and personal with them.

"Lady Giratina," Yvall dropped to a knee before the gothic dragoness, making himself look even smaller to the truly amazonian goddess of anti-matter. "The Shadow of Arceus," he continued while bowing to her, holding an arm out while putting his hand to his chest. "Oh, what an apt moniker for she who dwells in darkness. You are the Master's first direct daughter. His first act of creation, a mirror to the origin of all. You are truly art made flesh, milady."

Giratina felt unfamiliar warmth permeate her typically cold exterior. At first, she instinctively paced away from the forwards Mega Absol, yet she brought herself back in place, and even closer to Yvall, when she reminded herself not to fight this unconventional ritual. To Giratina, who in past cycles had been feared as a harbinger of pain and destruction, the idea of positive worship had never quite passed her mind; not with herself as the target. She barely had started enjoying a modicum of fame thanks to her poems and novellas. And now for the first time in her immortal life, the towering lady felt a wave of pleasure stroke from the inside from hearing those compliments.

"Please, milady," a smiling Yvall approached her by crawling on his knees. His hands gently positioned themselves onto her long, sturdy legs and began to roam their way up her dress. "Allow your unworthy servant to see to your restoration."

Giratina bit her hidden lips, having trouble looking down at Yvall with her massive chest in the way. Her entire body was trembling, exceptionally receptive to the feline's touch for a reason she could not yet discern. The warmth spreading through her body increased two-fold when Yvall began to approach her thick thighs, though he wasn't slipping one finger under the dress. It surprised her she could feel this much. "My my. You certainly are possessed of a silver, honeyed tongue, aren't you?" she said, not responding directly, yet not fighting Yvall's advances.

Her consent was delivered via bodily-language at first: The wiggling of her hips, the tapping of the ground with her tail, and certainly, the placement of her hands on Yvall's shoulders to pull him up to his feet into a gentle hug that covered his head under the heft of her bust. With amethyst eyes narrowed into a hungry gaze, she made her demands clear: "Tell me more."

And while that couple got busy, Dialga was both fascinated and paralyzed with the forwardness of their feline steward. In parallel fashion to Giratina, Yvall had brought attention to the master of time's masculine visage and proportions. "Milord..." the feline said amidst admiration for Dialga's muscles which had quickly turned physical, "...if you'll forgive the indiscretion, I now fully understand your direct ancestry."

Dialga, who had always been accustomed to verbal worship through oration and had never experienced the touch of another male God upon his frame, seemed taken aback. Yvall's hands were smaller yet they compensated with vigorous massaging and inquisitive fondling. Dialga was getting felt up and far from considering it an obscene practice, he found himself enjoying it. "I uhh... I see." Blinking rapidly with paused breathing, the blue dragon had finally found enough clarity to inquire about the remark Yvall had made. "My current build fascinates you, even though moments ago you were far bulkier." He mused out loud, lifting one of his arms and curling it. The sleeves tightened around his swelling biceps.

"Oh my, yes!" Yvall perked up, already hanging from Dialga's flexing arm. "You are most definitely your father's son, lord Dialga. Even through your robe I can feel the exquisite frame of a man struggling to be contained by mere fabric." His arms' grip tightened around Dialga who was holding Yvall up like an adult being used as a jungle gym by a playful infant. "When I first beheld my Master's physique, I knew He was unparalleled in his masculinity. And yet you are not lacking in any respect either. I simply can't have enough of your strength, milord."

Palkia had the hardest time opening up to Yvall's peculiar ritual. "Just so you know," she said without looking at her personal Mega Absol, arms folded, "It's nothing against you," the dragoness mumbled, "It just ticks me off."

"Oh, milady. Your concern for me is as unnecessary as it is heartwarming," Yvall found his will renewed, approaching the larger female. Purring, he took to nuzzling the back of her hand much like a feral Meowth would with their master. "Please tell me if I am inviting your anger in any way."

"I'm not angry at you, you pathetic simp." Palkia spat, yet she restrained herself from further insult and simply lowered her arm to allow the feline to familiarize himself with her muscular limbs, taking to rest her other claw at her hip. "When I saw your pillar of light," she explained, "Even though I knew. I knew it couldn't be Father, I still hoped. Not for me..." Yvall's eyes quietly lifted off the back of her hand, "...but for Giratina. That's what pissed me off. She's been worried sick about Father not being in contact with us. She's the one who wants to see him the most. It's unfair someone who wishes something as hard as she does to be spurned so." With venting done, Palkia let a sigh out and started to relax before noticing Yvall wasn't nuzzling anymore but staring deeply into her eyes. "...what? Why did you stop?" she demanded.

"Oh, milady... I had no idea..." Yvall's eyes started watering, making Palkia's eyebrows cock up. "I had no idea you were such a wonderfully empathic person! Lady Giratina is so lucky to have you as her young sibling!"

"Wait, what? You're not even a little mad that I keep calling you a..." Palkia had been caught off-guard. Before she could tell what was going on, the winged, suited feline was all over her, delivering gentle yet eager massaging. "Ahh...! Careful where you touch, you fool!"

"Thousand pardons, Lady Palkia!" Yvall didn't stop. "You truly have moved me. I had been truly mesmerized by you from the second I first saw you. Your poise, your elegance, your fierce imposition...!" he insisted, a hand falling to her hips while the other stroked along her exposed biceps, "At first I was so caught up in your unique beauty: A blend of power and femininity unlike and yet fusing what your brother and sister represent, that I had completely missed the true treasure that is your charity for others, boundless as the far reaches of the cosmos! Could anybody but the mistress of space Herself compare...?"

"Y-you're embarrassing me now...! If you have to do that, do it quieter!" Palkia's snout was starting to turn a vibrant red. A tingling sensation was starting to spread all over her as Yvall's warmth took over. The truth was that no matter how embarrassed she was feeling; she couldn't deny verbal nor physical admiration felt good.

Neither of the three siblings could get enough of it now that it had begun with such earnest. Yvall's words were like honey and his touch like a gentle massage eliciting moans of pleasure from the creation trio. Yvall's worship was more powerful than any mortal's by a factor of a thousand, and with his power as the God of Worship himself, this effect was further multiplied. As a result, divine energy which had once cut off from Dialga, Palkia and Giratina started flowing inside each and every one of them, causing their bodies to swell in order to contain the rapidly increasing volume of power.

They immediately felt it in their increasingly tight outfits.

Giratina was the first to notice her dress was starting to go from loose to restrictive. "Ahhh..." she began to moan, careful not to squeeze Yvall too tightly against her enlarging chest. "This feels marvelous, little one. Is this what God to God worship truly is...? I can feel myself tingling all over...!"

"Just you wait, milady," Yvall sank his face into the expanding goddess' ample bosom, his purring making those growing breasts vibrate against endangered fabric. "This is only the beginning."

"Nngh... feels so tight." Giratina grunted, arms twitching with her balled up fists curling up in delight. The cleavage of her black dress was starting to grow ever deeper, gradually devouring her worshipper's head as those single-red-striped grey orbs began to spill out. With Yvall's face nuzzling and kissing the cavernous squishiness, his claws eagerly palmed the underside of that heaving bust, giving Giratina's breasts a good fondling that elicited further groans from that expanding dragon. She felt her dress riding up along her thighs and buttocks, making her hiss as the fabric wedged in places made extra sensitive thanks to Yvall's effective service. "I'm growing so fast!" she finally announced with barely contained ecstasy, bellowing out a husky little growl of relief when her body grew so tall the weight of her enormous chest made the shoulder straps of her dress snap under duress.

With tits so far twice the size of Yvall's head spilling forth and completely swallowing him down to his shoulders, the feline put invisible strength to play. His arms shot up above beside each breast, squeezing Giratina's jiggling mounds together to hold them still as he popped his head out from the swelling amazon's cleavage. "Lady Giratina, your bosom is softer than a roosting Altaria's wings. Yet endowed of such heft and shapeliness. Might it be a crime to expose your bountiful breasts to a lowly servant?" he asked without expecting response, his tongue alternating its worship from one boob to the other. "I consider it a blessing."

"Oh Yvall...! I...!" Giratina's expansion picked up, making her arch her back to let out a satisfied gasp. Increased proportions inevitably made even the part of the dress hugging her curvaceous waist begin to fail at containing her. Smooth scaled flesh started poking out from busted seams. Already having grown five feet taller from her original ten, the bottom part of Giratina's dress was getting pulled up so far above her knees it was turning into an ill-fitting mini-skirt. However, the reconfigured, topless gothic dress hardly could take much more. As the dragoness' body pushed out, her flaring hips continued spreading the fabric thin until the waistband could no longer stretch. "Nnghhaaaa...!" an orgasmic cry of pure delight accompanied the expanding Giratina who was left nude following the destruction of her dress' middle, finally exposing its owner's soft and sinuous abdomen. Cut off from the rest of the ensemble, the black skirt properly split in two above her shapely behind, flowing down her nigh-endless legs like liquid silk.

Meanwhile, the straps on Palkia's top were starting to dig close to her neck, increasing bust weight pulling the article of clothing down. She was growing larger all around just as her sister had been. It was an unbelievable sensation Palkia had never felt before and it was enough to mellow her out into some sort of pacified bliss. "Is this part of his ability...? I feel so hazy right now..." the goddess of space's flushed cheeks grew pinker still. The waistband of her shorts was audibly stretching, quite a worry for someone of ample posterior such as she, yet in this case Palkia was starting to relish the expansion of her behind.

Yvall was feeling toned arms up to her shoulders and coming back down to her wrists, where he massaged. Standing behind the amazon, he was practically hanging off her back, his small snout cutely prodding her neck every so often as he softly breathed. "Lady Palkia, your smooth scales perfectly complement this toned build you've come to make yours. I am simply famished for you."

Indeed, the bright dragoness could feel the Mega-Absol's desire permeating her body. It was an odd sensation, yet not unfamiliar. She knew just how mortals like second-generation Gods could get with an attractive figure, and even though Palkia was quite underequipped next to someone like Giratina, she had a lot going for her. "Clothes getting so tight... This is super-effective!" Palkia remarked as she easily caught up with her older sister's starting height, breast flesh spilling through her damaged top as her shorts began to rip.

Muscular thighs became increasingly visible the higher Palkia shot up. Inch after stacked inch of height made the already precarious position of her bottoms worsen. Her shorts were starting to ride up her intergluteal crease, but as she grew another full foot taller, the fabric was practically sucked up like a thong. This pulled the hems higher on the dragoness' generously plush lap until tensile strength gave. Bursting off like a popped and tattered balloon, Palkia's clothes gave out under her swelling, muscular curvature. At roughly two feet shorter than Giratina, the mistress of space was starting to catch up.

"This is how we'll reach Father...?" Giratina spoke with barely concealed doubt, her uneasy amethyst gaze focusing on her equally enlarged little sister. Palkia still couldn't shake her deep blush, deciding to break eye contact with her sister with a huff, although the violent turn only caused her bubbly behind to shake and jiggle.

"Haha!" jovial laughter came from the nearby courtyard hedges, prompting both nude dragonesses to glance towards their brother who was growing just as they were. "You worry far too much, dear sisters! This is the best I have felt in ages!" Dialga poignantly announced, his arms outstretched in the direction of the heavens as he too began to stretch upwards.

"Mmm, this amazing musculature. I must free it from its criminal confines..." Yvall was so eager he was hardly paying verbal worship to Dialga other than the enamored enunciation. The suited winged cat simply couldn't keep his hands to himself, and Dialga, ticklish as he was, couldn't find it in himself to stop his worshipper. After all, the same tingling which had taken over Palkia and Giratina alike was spreading within the blue dragon as well.

The bigger Dialga grew, the more his muscles became marked against his fluffy bathrobe. Dyed cotton meant to be worn loose was starting to cling like a skin-tight suit, exposing the expanding the chiseled form of the God of Time. After ten feet tall, the sash tied at Dialga's midsection had grown so tight around his waist the robe should have been choking him, but those muscles were pushing out so fast the straps ripped like a pair of cheap shoelaces.

With the robes finally opening, Yvall practically flew to Dialga's feet, throwing the growing mini-giant's robe front aside as if he were opening curtains. "My... my God!" the worshipper vociferated with a fan-boyish scream. The chiseled six-pack, the perfect obliques, those burgeoning pecs simply jutting out in behind the bejeweled chest piece; he was a veritable tank! And growing ever larger the more Yvall lent him his adoration. "Your torso makes Steelix pale in comparison, my lord! Your legs are like tree trunks ever rising into grandiosity... oh my!" the Mega-Absol was interrupted by Dialga's pleasured moan as he grew ever taller, forcing Yvall to cling to the blue dragon's beefy legs in order to not become separated from those wonderful abs. They were inviting him to touch.

"Nnnghh... You truly have a gift, Yvall," Dialga said, bringing his arms around in a double-bicep curl which made his muscles shred through the sleeves of his poor, overworked robe. The top and bottom parts seemed to disintegrate on their own around him as he swelled taller and taller. "It is no wonder to me now that Father managed to reach his full potential with you by his side. I have never tasted worship so scrumptious! And yet I find myself hankering for..."

The trio's eyes all lit up at once, even Palkia's who was giving her back to the rest. " More." The dragons demanded in unison. Beyond gladdened by the demand, Yvall redoubled his efforts. In but a few moments, the mansion's courtyard started to become overtaken by its three owners figures as they filled out several feet at a time concomitantly.

It wasn't long before muscles and curves alike started bumping into hedges and upsetting statues, giant feet knocking lawn chairs and garden paraphernalia that was looking beyond tiny to the now supersized masters.

So focused on the electricity coursing through his body he was that in turning around Dialga found himself losing his footing and crashing down onto the hedge next to him with the gradually smaller-looking Yvall ending up dislodged from his abs and falling right on his chest where his thick pectorals cushioned his fall. "Oh, you must forgive my brutish clumsiness, my friend," Dialga apologized, looking exuberant in place of apologetic in spite of the upset courtyard. "I just never have felt power this intense!" he roared as he flexed, now a proper 30ft. tall giant.

"This is incredible. It's all I can do not to fall over and moan like a Mightyena in heat!" Palkia thought as she fought her instinct to squeak from sheer delight. "I outgrew my clothes in a matter of seconds..." the tomboy held her breasts in place, muttering to herself as she felt an increasing amount of weight on her bust, yet she let those wobbling mounds go in favor of gripping her wide hips while casting her vision down at the garden equipment she seldom used which now looked far too small to even manipulate. "And now I'm a true giant! This is far greater in effect than Dynamax..." she couldn't stop herself from squealing. Her entire body seized up, rigid as stone sans her curves. Palkia's blushing had intensified yet again and her once demanding eyes were now part of an uneasy frown that quickly turned into a glare as she stared down at her caked up behind.

From betwixt his lady's bulbous ass cheeks, Yvall offered a playfully nervous grin and wave. Still 5ft. tall, the Mega-Absol fit nicely in that crack. "I must have slipped, milady."

"Of course you did." Palkia said dryly, but finally turned around and folded her arms with a sigh of acceptance. He was lucky to be so good at his job. "I didn't say stop!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Yvall brought his paws up to begin giving the 30ft. giant dragoness a rub on the small of her back where he could reach, all the while happily wiggling his body in those enormous buttocks.

"Ahhh... but what an excitable little fellow!" Giratina inhaled the feline's worship like a little girl going through cotton candy, "Like a playful little Skitty...!" she giggled as she felt the hyper-active worshipper running around her expanding body, making her hop in place giddily. The movement sent her immense breasts and posterior wobbling and sounding off with meaty claps which further inspired Yvall to visit as much attention to Giratina's bountiful tits and ass as he possibly could.

"Your beauty grows with you, lady Giratina!" Yvall called out when he stopped at her left breast once more, her size so imposing he was hardly going to be able to kneel outside the red stripe going through her nude bust soon. "I feel blessed to be able to simultaneously witness and be part of this ascension."

With the task of physically loving on the trio becoming more arduous beyond the 50ft. tall mark, and the Gods becoming far too large for the thrice-split envoy keep up with, Yvall tapped into his own power reserves which Arceus had been kind enough to seal in him for this mission. With the first limiter removed, Yvall's suit burst around his swelling musculature, all three copies becoming just as nude and unencumbered as their targets of worship. They rapidly grew to 30ft. tall each.

With his genitals stashed away at his reptilian pouch, Dialga's groin bulge served as a cushion which enabled the huger yet comparatively smaller Yvall copy to straddle him. Palkia's copy practically jumped out of her butt, landing on her back and immediately hugging her from behind, covering her in muscular fluff which the initially surprised dragoness quietly observed as soft and nice. Finally, Yvall thought to also surprise Giratina with a tight hug of her relatively tiny waist, yet she won in speed and smothered him in a tight, squishy boob embrace.

"Oh my! But you also grow!" the overjoyed Giratina squished and lovingly doted on her Mega-Absol like a stuffed animal, "You are adorable, little Yvall! Ohh...!" the phantom dragoness stopped suddenly, the tingling gaining in intensity all of a sudden. She exploded with growth, doubling her size to 100ft. tall and absolutely looming over the courtyard. The sudden change in perspective making balance trickier made her grip tighter around Yvall as she wobbled backwards and inevitably crashed her surmountable behind down with a fearful gasp. "Whoops...! Ahh!"

Endowed with a similar growth spurt, the other two siblings, Dialga already floored, covered more ground with their expansion, enjoying themselves respectively. A shared initial roar of delight was replaced with an expression of concern as brother and sister shared concern for their fallen older sibling. 100ft. tall like them, she was shaking against the mansion, but not in the delight they were all feeling.

"I..." Giratina stuttered, holding a puzzled Yvall against her cleavage with a nervous, near-paralyzed smile. "Did I... crush the mansion under my...?" she trailed off uneasily, afraid of even wiggling her hips.

Yvall chuckled at all three locations at once. Dialga spoke up first though. "Worry not, dear sister!" he waved an arm to call for the mature giantess' attention as he leaned away from the hedge he had fallen on top of. Almost as if it had been made of memory foam instead of vegetation, the hedge pulled back up to shape. "It seems like our growth is not upsetting our surroundings."

Palkia joined in to assure Giratina, using her feet to kick up heaps of equipment, wheelbarrows and garden benches. All of it bounced around as if possessed of queer gravity, and were certainly undamaged even by the muscular giantess' strength. "Seems like we can't destroy anything no matter how big we get." She reached down to pull Yvall from her own cleavage, holding him up in front of her face as he was child-sized to her now. "Another ability of yours, fanboy?"

"Indeed, brilliantly astute goddess of mine!" Yvall was happy to be found out it seemed. She hugged and nuzzled the easy-to-embarrass dragoness' snout, making her click her tongue at him, "Be at ease, everyone, for my powers will ensure we do not disturb mortals or their landscape. We are free to grow to our heart's content! And I can explain how it... mmpphh...!" he was suddenly cut-off by Palkia shoving him back down between her breasts.

"Get back to worshipping." Palkia didn't seem to be in the mood for explanations.

"Dear me, I might have gotten too excited...! I'm just not used to growing this large, I must say!" Giratina confessed, finally daring to look back and wiggling her hips. The entire mountain-side manor seemed to be bending backwards like a falling cardboard cutout, yet its dimensions and structure snapped back into place and shape as her body pulled away. "Mmmnghh... oh what a relief! I feel like a spurt like the one before this is coming...! No... it's even stronger!"

Three moans of differing volume and tone filled the air as the giants shot up several dozen feet taller. The mansion courtyard was beginning to vanish under the trio's expansion. Yvall had to release his second limiter to catch up to them, each copy relentless in its mission to enlarge his Master's children.

This time however, the effects were stronger. Palkia felt her bosom pushing out, "Ahhngh...!" she moaned in realization that certain parts of her were growing a little faster than the rest of her, "I knew it! My boobs are getting bigger...!" she said, holding the growing mounds out as if presenting them for her to see. As her and her siblings' shadows cast over the mountainside, Palkia could feel her breasts pleasurably stretching and expanding, filling her palms and eventually spilling through her groping fingers. "Duh-dang it... at least I'm not that outgunned by big sister..." she thought, glancing back with an embarrassed expression as if doubting whether she had spoken the words aloud. What she saw was Giratina squirming in delight as she too began to experience an enhanced growth spurt.

"Ohhhh... I feel like an overinflating Drifblim!" Giratina's husky voice traveled the winds, one hand traveling down to her widening hips and another remaining at her fattening mammaries. Already endowed with more than sizable curves, the growth of her ass and tits was further exacerbating the phantom giantess' hourglass figure to exaggerated proportions.

The grounded Dialga who had been sliding across the courtyard throughout his own spurt felt the need to stand up once his muscular backside started to scrape the gardens and the hedge fence at the entrance. In spite of the knowledge he could not destroy their home, the blue dragon had had enough of being on his ass. As soon as his feet found purchase however, Dialga took notice away from himself and onto his already well-endowed sisters becoming more alluringly feminine in kind. His attention then returned to himself when that tingling became reinforced across his sinew, empowering his muscles in ways decades of bodybuilding would fail to achieve. "What is this overflowing power I'm sensing? It's permeating every muscle in my body...!"

"You're achieving your true potential, milord. You all are!" Yvall chimed in, ever dutiful in his explanations without sacrificing physical attention.

"I see you've grown again. Keeping up with us, are you, friend?" Dialga remarked, bemused. Then the male dragon could not hold back a moan of satisfaction once his growth spurt added the expansion of his muscular bulk to its delightful reverie.

"All of it to better worship you, lord Dialga...!" As Yvall worked, he found himself needing to apply increasing amount of pressure onto Dialga's muscles. The blue dragon's bulk was swelling so much so fast he was simply bulging with mass. His deltoid muscles were the first to pulse, followed by biceps and triceps that were completing beefy spheres comparable to their owner's head by now. Pectorals jutting out were pushing Dialga's chest-piece as his front widened, oblique and abdominal mounds soon following. From his regular size, Dialga's frame was already a fifth wider thanks to the additional muscle his torso needed to accommodate. And Yvall of course did not dare skim on loving his lord's mighty legs, each one a relative tree trunk with bulging quads and hamstrings, and calves widened by the addition of extra mass.

Dozens of feet soon became hundreds at a time; the rate of expansion climbing as Yvall released more and more limiters for his copies to keep up. It didn't take long for the siblings to need to step away from their home and into the mountain range in order to find better footing. They were all relieved when they realized even though they could feel the weight of their hefty stomping, the landscape wasn't receiving any lasting damage.

"This power, this energy..." Dialga savored the worship like invisible morsels delivered to his taste buds. Instinct made the thousand feet tall giant flex, his muscles utterly exploding with size and his pouch bulge bouncing on his immense quads. "It's the best! Don't stop, Yvall. I want to taste ever greater heights! I know, no... I can feel my sisters feel the same way!"

"I do!" Giratina agreed with a moan aimed at the ever closer heavens. They had already pierced the clouds, and she kept gathering them around her like a fluffy accessory surrounding her delicate even if colossal neck with an almost drunken grin. "My my, Yvall. Who knew you would unlock this side of me? It's almost like I've reverted thousands of years..." she sighed and spun in place once, her extra-large curves rocking and wobbling almost hypnotically. "Mmmm...! Yes. Bigger!" she insisted vocally as Yvall once more disappeared into her vast cleavage to worship her titanic mammaries. As she stretched her arms out in hopes of attracting more of that invisible power to herself, Giratina positively vibrated. Slender limbs had begun to thicken with tasteful levels of muscle which brought tonality to her once invisible biceps. Her soft and squishy middle started to flatten as if the barest amount of present fat had melted away, leaving behind the start of girl-abs that completed a truly amazonian look for the gothic writer.

"What, seriously? That's unfair!" Palkia's eyes widened with envy as she stared at her sister's transformation. "You've never lifted a weight in your life, sis!" the dragoness called out, even though Giratina was way too lost in her own pleasure to care. "Hmph! Get on with it already, cat... Yvall!" she corrected herself in the end. The truth was that Palkia didn't feel like she was getting the short end of the stick. At almost half a mile tall already, starting to make mountains look small, the three siblings were pretty much equals in mass, with not one bigger than the other. And yet she couldn't stop staring at her swelling sister. "Ugh! You already are big enough up top!" she finally blurted, practically jumping at Giratina to grope her big sister's udders in anger, her own pair smashing against the bottom side of the other giantess' chest.

"Eeeee...! Mmmm! O-oh my...!" Giratina couldn't help moaning out loud as she felt her younger sister's fingers sinking against her flesh. "Nuh-not so rough, dear sister! They've become so sensitive, you know!"

"I know!" Palkia shouted out in frustration, her cheeks flushed a deep pink again. Her own fattened up knockers were, after all, clashing with her sister's bigger pair. "Suh-so are mine! Mmnnghh... How is it that you're getting beefier like... huh?" her attention span broke when she felt her biceps burning. "Ahh!" she gasped, immediately sensing a change as the tingling sensation intensified and she saw considerable growth in her arm muscles. "Now this is more like it!" she laughed. Next, Palkia felt her already well defined torso becoming harder, slightly bulkier yet not sacrificing the hourglass shape she had recently acquired with the upgrade to her bust size. Her legs became thicker, considerably so at the thighs in order to balance out her colossally bubbly rump. She let go of her flustered big sister in order to strike a flexing pose. Even though her curves weren't close to Giratina's, her muscles had finally caught up and surpassed Giratina's new ones, oddly restoring the balance to the figure ratios they always had had between the sisters.

"Mmnnghh... it looks like this ascension is simply bringing out our best qualities and magnifying them!" Dialga chipped in, his bulk so wide by now he could have been two of him previous self, proportion wise at least. By the time their builds had adjusted however, the trio already had achieved a mile in height and didn't look like they were going to stop anytime soon. Yvall was always at least 30% of their size, after all, and with every limit he broke, his restored power simply boosted the ritual further.

In an effort to avoid colliding, the siblings each carefully stepped away in opposite directions, though thanks to how fast they were growing it didn't take long for them to be within the same relative distance from each other again. Walking turned to leaps, a strangely peculiar game of keep away where all three were 'it' and the objective grew increasingly more complicated with their continuously growing selves.

The giants and their personal worshippers soon found themselves crossing over onto regions neighboring Sinnoh, capturing the attention of millions of inhabitants all at once. Dialga's flexing made many swoon at the sheer display of masculinity, whereas saucy pictures from all possible angles of the dragon sisters made it across the internet faster than new rule thirty-four porn. It wasn't very long for news of the famous writers turned region-looming colossi spreading all across the world. Even the new Gods could not compete for their followers' attention when tits and biceps the size of mountains covered the skyline. And yet for the most part, they did not mind, and even joined in the celebration of those spectacularly huge and ever growing dragons.

And Yvall smiled to himself. His plan was working to perfection now that the masses were aware of his three targets. Soon, weaker yet more numerous worship began to pour in from all corners of the planet, endowing the creation trio with energies the Mega Absol refined with his own in order to evenly distribute even more powerful bursts of growth to his masters. "Grow," the three copies said in unison while cuddling their respective God or Goddess. "Grow!" he repeated, breathing hotly, aroused by his own lofty expectations, "Become bigger. Vaster than anything, milord, m'ladies...!"

A cacophony of pleasure filled the air as the siblings instantly doubled in size. Whole continents would have been shuddering under the new amount of weight had Yvall not been present to protect the land from his masters' and his own eager expansion. Their sheer immensity was starting to eclipse the very Sun from offering its light to the populace. But the world's inhabitants seemed more concerned with talking about, discussing and very much loving their newly awakened deities. Beauty, power, intensity; only a few of the key words defining those expanding, attention-devouring beasts whose greedy cries became a united roar for: " MORE!"

And more they received, growing ever larger, their feet obscuring entire swathes of land while their tails slithered across the world from multiple directions. Inevitably once outer space had been breached, pectorals and breasts ended smashing together as the three siblings outgrew the continents they had been standing on. Their feet were barely able to fit outside the ocean by now. They were about to run out of room in the now considerably stuffy planet!

Palkia huffed at the awkward closeness. It was one thing to be squishing up against her big sister, but the incredibly thick bulk her brother had put on made him wider than the two lady dragons and made his constant flexing obnoxious. "Ugh, shove off already, you dummy buff dork!"

Dialga scowled, his hands catching Palkia's as he stood his ground and pushed back. "I assure you, sister, your new identity as a Miltank is not favoring you either. Do you think that's what they're talking about in social media right now?" he smirked.

"Oh, you didn't." Palkia's eyes narrowed so much they became horizontal slits curtaining a menacing red light. The glare was enough to make Dialga falter and lose ground to Palkia's rage-induced shoving. However, it didn't take long for their little spat to get interrupted when the pushing caused Dialga to slip backwards and, with their immense accrued size, finally broke off the planet's orbit, pulling his aggravated sister with him.

"Oh my." A concerned Giratina watched her competitive siblings flying off to the nearby planet, only slightly larger than their home world, where they crashed and continued their wrestling. Left on her own, Giratina quickly came to lose purchase on the steadily shrinking planet, but unlike her rough brother and sister she gently started floating off. This moment of calm allowed the growing, world-sized dragoness to truly marvel at the planet she had been living on from several angles. "This beautiful world... is so small now." She murmured as she brushed one of her long platinum-blonde bangs out of the way, noting that out in space her hair was billowing as if underwater. But only the gaze of that steadily shrinking planet could truly hold her attention.

"They are really going all out over there. You have such an interesting family, milady." Yvall's voice snapped Giratina back from her contemplation as he came up from behind her right shoulder. He had once more caught up to her size, now just as buff as he had been when they had first met, yet comparatively short to her or the other two Gods. "It's your first time being this large, is it not?"

"Quite, my dear." A smiling Giratina brought her eyes back to their home planet. With her body swelling over twice the celestial body's size, her breasts were starting to look larger than it. Holding her palms under the planet allowed her to manipulate it without touching it. "It's an incredible sensation. Not unlike what I imagine my readers feel during the reveal of a particularly engrossing mystery. And I now know ..." she softened her gaze to the world as she brought it closer and closer to her gargantuan bosom, giving every mortal and God living in that sphere a perfect view of near-endless cleavage, "...I'd never dreamed holding the entire world at my fingertips would feel so..." she paused, holding a claw over her bosom while pushing the steadily diminishing baseball above a claw tip, her salaciously feminine amethyst eyes suddenly looming over the populace below, "...adequate."

Yvall couldn't help but shiver all around. The dragoness' husky voice was practically purring in delight at all of her accumulated power. Unlike the other two dragons wrestling like children and explosively growing with copies struggling to keep up with their antics, Giratina radiated a type of gentle grace one could only truly see in a mother's visage.

#GiantDragonMommy certainly was trending down below now; not that the aloof Giratina would ever know.

"Lady Giratina," Yvall gently ran his claws up from her notable biceps up to her slender neck. He started kissing her nape, eliciting a small squeak of delight from his Goddess. "You will be away from your admirers for a while soon. Might I suggest a short and sweet farewell?"

"My, Yvall. I haven't forgotten the purpose of all of this." Giratina smirked, lowering her claws to once more hold the golf ball sized planet up until she could gently start wedging it between her humongous boobs, "While your powers keep everybody safe from harm... I will be their source of warmth and joy. It is not farewell to them." She smiled, using the tip of her right index to pop the world in between her heaving bosom, "They will always be with me."

"Such a thoughtful goddess...!" Yvall was so marveled at the sensual display of power that he immediately redoubled his efforts to love and adore the phantom dragoness with all of his being. His efforts took a dip when Giratina was bumped forth with uncanny force. "Ooof!" all three of his copies exclaimed at once as they crashed together.

Palkia and Dialga had been wrestling the entire time near Giratina. The giants of time and space had outgrown the planet they had been using as the stage for their childish sibling spat. They had been growing just as fast as Giratina had, and it hadn't taken long for them to accidentally bowl their big sister over. Playtime was over when Dialga and his sister got pulled apart from each other by their respective scruffs. With the two of them hanging from her claws like the children they had been behaving like, they suddenly appeared smaller than the planet-swallowing-busty dragoness.

"Will you two behave, already?" Giratina snapped at her younger siblings, suddenly releasing their scruffs before hooking her arms around their waists to pull them into a big hug. "Dear Yvall is trying his best for us all. Father is within reach. You don't want to see us bickering like in ages past when we see him again, do you?"

There was no room for discussion after Giratina's demand. Mostly because she had inadvertently locked both Dialga's and Palkia's snouts into her squishy bosom while hugging them. "Hmm? Oh my!" The exceedingly top-heavy goddess widened her eyes when she felt Dialga's beefy arms coming up to pat her on the shoulder, asking to be released.

"I'll get you for this." Palkia mumbled angrily at Dialga while dusting herself off, her legendary jiggling unable to compete with Giratina's tremendous wobbling yet being no less hypnotic. "Hmph. I don't feel myself growing any bigger. Where are you, Yvall?" she asked, looking around, "I swear you're more slippery than a Goomy."

As the other two noticed the absence of their personal attendant, the depowered giants started exchanging worried glances. Before they could say a word to one another, however, a looming presence took them by surprise. Two enormously fluffy and muscular arms wrapped around the creation trio, pulling them up like History's most titanic dolls. Yvall was whole again, and he was growing ever larger.

"Yvall?!" the musclebound Dialga spoke up, using his claws to push himself away from the Mega Absol's planet dwarfing pectorals. "What is the meaning of this?"

"I see no reason to keep myself split any longer, Lord Dialga." Yvall grinned, his warmth enveloping them together, "And without being split, without most of the numerous limiters my Master put on me... I can finally let loose with all of you. Please get ready."

Further questions didn't have a chance to emerge. Just as suddenly as Yvall had outgrown them all, he was again only a third of the sibling's size as he took to glow brighter than a star. However, he had not shrunk a single light-year. It was the three dragons who had instantly increased their size far beyond the size of even the Sun. With Yvall concentrating his worship and newfound love for his Master's children, his true power as the God of Worship could now be unleashed.

Waves upon waves of pleasure coursed through Dialga, Palkia and Giratina as they began to surge in exponential growth spurts. Planets winked out of sight for the explosively ascending trio. Entire Solar Systems became visible to them before those, just like their components, became all but infinitesimal blips in their purview. All the four Gods could experience at that point was the concept of growth as a definition of their very beings. And the thought that united them all was an unequivocal and inexorable cry of: "BIGGER...!"

Yvall was sharing the rush his objects of worship were, he was moaning alongside them as they felt themselves throb, bulge and flare out in all directions at once. The galaxy itself saw them rise and fill out every last bit of space in it before it too was outgrown. Soon, every other galaxy around them started winking out as muscles and curves far beyond mortal comprehension ran out of room to grow out into. Boobs, bulges and muscles shoved together, the ever expanding universe unable to escape the approaching foursome of perpetually empowering deities.

An orgasmic cry of united delight filled the cosmos once everything that had been containing creation finally was breached. Excitement washed the three siblings and their comparatively smaller worshipper over as they experienced the pleasure of growing beyond. And when the creation trio could next think of anything but

Yvall's mission had been successful.

"Ahhh... oh for the Alpha's sake..." Dialga woke up from his stupor with a hand at his forehead. He was in a completely white area, lying down upon surprisingly soft yet firm ground. A hangover of biblical proportions was making it hard for his eyes to focus, but he could sense his sisters and Yvall's presence nearby. He flexed and stretched his limbs to get rid of a cramp, growling a little from a little jolt running through his immense bulk. "That was one amazing growth spurt."

"Tell me about it," Palkia mumbled, pushing her hair bangs behind her shoulders and fixing her Mohawk back in place. "I think the last thing I saw... and felt was many galaxies hitting my arms and chest like raindrops. Yvall..." she paused with a sluggish sigh, reaching up to grab and pull her left breast away from the center, letting it smack back onto the other boob when she realized the feline wasn't hiding there again. "Ugh, where are you, you little nerd? Are we where we're meant to be? I don't see... I don't see anything else around us."

"Big sister?" Dialga knelt up, making Palkia switch her attention to their older sister. Giratina was standing away from them, her head tilted back in solemn contemplation. It was hard to tell whether she was looking up, or down, or to the sides without the aid of the soft ground under them. They finally noticed Yvall was sitting down at Giratina's right shoulder, looking 'up' as well.

During dead silence, Palkia and Dialga followed Giratina and Yvall's gaze, their eyes adjusting to brightness beyond compare. It was then that they noticed the powerful look of two red irises encased in emerald sclera scanning them over. "It's you..." Palkia felt to her knees, realizing finally that they had been standing on their unimaginably big Father's palm.

Horizontally striated grey skin made up most of Arceus' otherwise featureless face. His widely open eyes gave no indication of expression, yet it was unquestionable that the four Gods on top of his hand had his undivided attention now. "Welcome home, children." The Alpha greeted them with a booming baritone which shook creation itself.

"Father... it really is you." Dialga gasped, finding it suddenly hard to put words to his feelings. "Yvall's idea truly did work..." he finally said, impressed. His smile couldn't have been wider.

"He is remarkably good at his job, indeed." Arceus let off a small chuckle as his shoulder-bound servant blushed and shrunk his shoulders a little.

"There are so many things I want to say to you right now, old man." Palkia attempted to speak dryly, poignantly, yet her indifference melted away by the elation in her heart. She had to grasp at her own tail to keep it from swishing about.

"Lady Giratina..." Yvall patted on the motherly goddess' head, trying to gently bring her back from her silent shock. "Is there nothing you would like to say to your father?"

"I..." the eldest of all of Arceus' creations clasped her hands together under her chin. Quivering, fogged up eyes led to a couple of joyful tears running over Giratina's masked face. Summing up all the emotions into one phrase, Giratina happily sobbed out: "We're home."

Arceus, taking a pause to close his eyes and process the different reactions from his children. "Indeed, you all are." He said, holding his hand out. "Yvall, if you please."

Confused at first, the three children found themselves tingling all over as their favorite worshipper started releasing his power once more. At this level, Yvall didn't even need to move away from Giratina to allow them to feel the massaging, the fleshy fondling, the utter adoration of their respectively amazing bodies. The gentle sound of his voice reverberated in the trio's minds, reminding them of all those sweet compliments, his sincere admiration and servile enablement the God of Worship had empowered them with.

All at once, the siblings began expanding once more, rapidly closing the gap between themselves and their colossal progenitor. Reality shuddered for a moment as it attempted to co-exist alongside not one but four beings of nigh-infinite power, and a God remaining a dutiful third of their size.

Before Dialga, Palkia or Giratina could react, Arceus' muscular arms went around them, pulling them in. Each of them was comparable to the Alpha now, only slightly shorter, enough to allow him to manhandle them into History's biggest familial embrace. "My children." Arceus started, holding them all at his powerful bosom, letting their equally surprised stare focus on the red of his eyes. "My True Ascension put great distance between us. It was never my intention to make you feel abandoned. Now that you're here..." he squeezed them tighter, closing his eyes and leaning his head down to nuzzle them, spreading affection in equal measure, "It is time for you to rule this new Creation. This time by my side, as is your right. I wish only for your company now."

Surging emotions cracked even Palkia's tough-girl façade. The waterworks started with Dialga, however. "Father!" he cried out inconsolably, groping at the buff kirin's arm.

Palkia followed him with a growl that quickly became a whimper. She said nothing and cuddled his other arm, wetting his biceps with her tears.

And Giratina, at the center, threw her own arms around her siblings, further squeezing them together against Arceus. "I've been waiting so long to see you again, Father dearest. Let us not be apart again. Let us be family once more!"

Arceus nodded to the request, bringing a large mitt to pat his elder daughter on the head.

And meanwhile, absolutely squished between all the four True Gods, the satisfied Yvall couldn't have been any happier over this result. Quietly, he enjoyed the sexy, almighty deities smother him for what seemed to be an eternity.

He simply loved his job.

The End.