Evoking Greatness
Nothing like using magic to eat space-time.
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Disclaimer: Patchouli Knowledge, Remilia Scarlet, and every character and location henceforth mentioned belong to the Tohou Project video-game series' creators.
Warning: This story contains transformation, growth, macro, mega macro, giga macro, tera macro, peta macro, etc. macro, hourglass expansion, lactation, and severe (yet sexy) destruction.
Evoking Greatness, by DragonMasterX.
The Scarlet Devil Mansion, a place of wonder and supernatural air. Situated at on a ridge at the edge of Misty Lake, the European-styled mansion was usually under the eerie sheen of a blood moon. Uncountable beings of incredible power making their dwellings in it, not many venture within for fear of never returning. These rumors keep ordinary people away from the building, but in truth, they are not very off base. A pair of vampire siblings is the owners of the elegant yet spooky place, counting with dozens of staff working under the Scarlet name. Due to the nature of the siblings, their mansion was most adequate in providing asylum and comfort from the outside world's unforgiving sunlight.
Remilia and Flandre Scarlet were both very powerful creatures of the night, although barely came out. Though several centuries old in age, the sisters' demeanor and child-like attitude were reflection of their immaturity. Their staff was charged with tending to their whims and education, the last of which was managed by the mansion's librarian and book-keeper, Patchouli Knowledge.
A witch over a century old, Patchouli was known for her beauty and youthful looks. Behind the doll-faced aesthetics and her tiny frame was a woman full of experience and, like her last name hinted, a wealth of information commanded by her extremely intelligent brains. Tutoring the Scarlet sisters was a challenge, mainly due to their irresponsible behavior and personality quirks, but Patchouli was more than ready to deal with her hosts. Commanding the spiritual elements of Fire, Water, Earth, Wood, Metal, Sun and Moon made her a more than formidable opponent to face, which earned her the respect of friends, peers and enemies alike. There were very few spells which the young-looking sorceress did not know. It was a miracle if by some reason either of her pupils, with even more life on this Earth than her, asked a question that Patchouli could not generate an answer for.
Knowledge was both a successful tutor and an excellent book-keeper. Decades of rigorous study and nigh-impossible dedication had earned her both the title of Unmoving Great Library and helped with, in Remilia Scarlet's undisclosed opinion, was her teacher and friend's only critical flaw. A problem at birth had developed into a severe case of asthma, which had made Patchouli sickly and frail, even if she appeared virtually healthy. The long periods of time stuck in the enclosed space of the mansion's library coupled with poor lighting, Knowledge did not let sunlight to filter inside to damage her books, only caused her illness to exacerbate and impair her further. Seeing her teacher yield to violent asthma attacks in-between lessons did not just irk Remilia, but it also made her compassionate towards Patchouli; after all, what kind of host allows her staff to suffer under her management?
But medical treatment was far out of reach for them. Leaving the library was out of the question. Patchouli's illness and her poor constitution wouldn't let her survive outside for long until they reached civilization. Bringing a doctor to Scarlet Devil Mansion would not yield better results; the mansion would simply devour the common medic they needed before he got to Patchouli, they had tried already. "I will be fine, Remi" she would say, never forgetting to add "And be sure to avoid skipping meals, or else Sakuya will think I am instructing you on a frivolous diet." It was odd for Patchouli to worry about herself instead of others. Remilia thought that needed to be fixed.
One day, Remilia burst into the library with a thick book in hand. "Patche!" she exclaimed with exuberance, her little wings fluttering behind her as she rushed into the monumental cubicle of libraries stacked to the ceiling with collection upon collection of dusty, some moldy, old tomes. Remilia was humbled when she remembered Patchouli claimed to have ready over four fifths of the inventory in her short mortal life, while the vampire had barely touched the ones Patchouli had her and her sister read.
"Is that you, Remi?" the enchantress called from a ladder above, a couple of magic books held between her side and armpit. Remilia adverted Patchouli wasn't donning her flat mob-cap, so her beautiful silky and straight hair was flowing down to the small of her back. The witch's eyes and mane both shared the same light purple color; the vampire had to admit she was jealous of the natural sheen on Patchouli's hair. After a moment of being stunned by her tutor's looks, Remilia quickly reincorporated herself and gave the spell-caster a fond smile.
"I have found a solution to your problems, Remi."
"And what problem might that be, Miss Scarlet?" the witch asked with an unexpected amount of sarcasm that caught Remilia off-guard. At her host's silence, Patchouli added a soft smile and floated down to her level. "Is that a new book?"
"Not quite! It's actually ours" she put emphasis on "ours" and then added: "But the maids had misplaced it. I caught one trying to read it; honestly, those fairies can hardly understand books like these."
"Can you, Remi?"
"Uh... Never mind that, Pache!" the vampire shook the book briefly and put the huge tome down on the reading desk. "Even if I couldn't understand the first chapter, or the second, or anything else after the index, the title explains itself. It's Therapeutic and for physical Ailments! Aren't you glad? I mean, you'll be able to decipher and research it in no time! And I get classes off too! Everyone wins."
"I'm more surprised I haven't ever seen this book before, if it's ours like you say it is." The usually taciturn Patchouli inspected the book's cover with barely contained anticipation. "And you're wrong. It's Therapy for Physical Enhancement."
"See, that's why I brought to you. I didn't want to start casting the spells without understanding a word it says. So, need ketchup for it?"
"Very funny, Remi" Patchouli was having a hard time keeping her façade up. Her hands had glided towards the book with the speed of a starving weasel that pounces a defenseless chicken. "If this is what I think it is..." a pause seemed to unnerve not only Remilia, but Patchouli herself.
"What?" the vampire was quick to inquire, "What do you think it is?"
"It might be a simple health manual with tips that will most likely be useless to me. It might not have a spell to cure my condition but it's worth a try. I AM running out of material." Remilia's eyes had grown to the size of saucers.
"How has your head not exploded yet, Pache?"
"My brain doesn't hurt if I eat enough carbohydrates, if that's what you mean."
"So that's why you eat so many pastries and sweet tea and still have that killer waist!" Remilia's exposed envy served to tear a giggle out of Patchouli, a rare occurrence; both laughed together.
"I will read it then. Thank you, Remi." The vampire jumped up with a cheer. "But you and your sister still have classes early tomorrow."
"Seriously? You suck." Remilia frowned, but her smile returned after watching her friend chuckle a bit. They spent the rest of that afternoon talking over tea. During the night, instead of going to sleep, both took separate routes. Remilia went to goof off, Patchouli was convinced of that. The witch however stayed in her library to study her new book, excited about the possibility of even more knowledge.
Hours of reading and cross-referencing later, Patchouli had managed to understand the basics of the book's particular language. The pages were eagerly devoured by the eager magician's eyes, and every sentence added unto the context of the tome's message to its reader. Patchouli was surprised at first, finding no singular spell as it usually happened with magic tomes, but instead more and more background information and vivid illustrations of both factual and abstract concepts continued to appear. Patchouli understood that it wasn't an everyday book, and that it wasn't going to provide her with what Remilia thought it was going to.
The read was becoming crystal clear to her. Already past three fourths of the total page count, Knowledge had become convinced of the book's true meaning. The reason for it lacking a list of spells was because there was no list of spells. The book did not offer a multitude of spells. "The read as a whole is a magic spell..." she quietly observed as she neared the end of the lecture. While her conclusion lacked definitive proof, and she wasn't about to attempt to recite a 400 page piece, Patchouli resolved to use her deductive prowess to decipher the message's true form.
"Elements" her eyes glided over the title of the first chapter, "Offerings" she spoke in tandem with elegant movements of her hand while the left one held the book, "Channeling" energy had begun to outline her lavender dress, her hands, face and even the book itself, "Enhancements..." her word trailed off, the flux of energy becoming vibrant. One by one, each of the 15 chapter titles was recited in loud voice. There was a moment of silence as she reached the fifteenth and Patchouli ended her oration with a solemn pronunciation: "Power!"
The candles' that lit the library were put out as if an unseen specter had blown them out. A super-charged breeze of air enveloped the youthful enchantress as she closed her eyes. Sensations of relaxation and vigor quickly filled Patchouli Knowledge, who could feel an uncanny supernatural force invade her body. Energy was welling up inside of her, making her exude an aura of power she had never before been able to project. The rest of the candles which had not been put out suddenly erupted with fierce flames which grew in size. These were collected by Patchouli's spell and devoured by her incipient aura. The sudden injection of elemental energy that Patchouli was not used to rewarded her with an influx of pleasure that she, too, had never felt before. With a moan, she doubled over and focused on the sensation of pleasure, her nerves screaming to the jolts to continue. Patchouli arched back, the darkness of the room dispelled by her glowing, enlarging aura of power. The remaining candles exploded with violent fire before being consumed as well.
As if a thousand little hands had compromised to give her insides a massage, Patchouli could feel as the element she usually commanded for her protection became subverted to her presence alone. She could feel a strange sensation on her chest, which rose and collapsed with renewed vigor with every breath she took. Her eyes went wide as she realized she was breathing without difficulty. Recent memories of having to interrupt her chat with Remilia earlier each time her attacks happened were stomped by the realization her body was being healed, finally, to cure her of her asthmatic condition. She tested her lungs again, drawing in air before expelling it. She tried with her mouth, then with her nostrils, then alternated between them and giggled as she realized it had worked. The spell had worked.
"This is marvelous!" Patchouli exclaimed in her mind, smiling as she imagined the flames that had entered her body burning off her illness, purifying her. She stretched and happily flexed her limbs, somersaulting in the air while levitating. Patchouli had never felt so young, so vibrant and full of energy! She was so exuberant in fact that she was the sole source of light in the room. Had she taken on the properties of the fire that had fed her spell's requirement? She couldn't be sure. What was a certainty in her mind however was that the spell had done more than simply cure her asthma; Patchouli felt stronger than ever, younger even, even if she had the appearance of an adult teenager; her only complaint was that her dress felt a little tighter after the pleasurable ordeal. The grandfather clock's time distracted her. Oh, she thought, how would she need to thank her friend for the gift! It was almost time for classes too...
But Remilia never did show up. Patchouli had prepared everything too, her aura of power had subsided and she looked her everyday self, but neither of the two young Scarlets appeared on the following day. Patchouli had sent for them, but without any results. One of the maids eventually approached her with a note signed by Remilia which told the magician that they were off on a very important mission, and had taken Sakuya with them. "Remi, you really didn't want classes today, did you?" the magician destined a sarcastic expression at the word "important" in the letter, used in exaggeration by her friend. "Hmm, more time to research, then." She happily thought to herself, covering her mouth as she coughed.
Knowledge stopped herself. A sudden tug at her chest forced her hand to clutch her breast as she wheezed and whimpered. It was an attack. The magician rushed to her research desk and deftly accessed the drawer, the inhaler's location etched into her memory. She used it once, then twice until the hacking stopped. Patchouli sighed in relief when the pain in her chest subsided and she collapsed on her chair, "Incredible" she grumbled, "It wasn't a permanent fix." The observation took a stab at her own pride, but Patchouli wasn't known for half-baked results. If a spell didn't work how she envisioned, she made sure to rein it in, to customize it to fit her whim. Looking for the book of Enhancement, Patchouli opened it at exactly the middle point and closed her eyes. The recital of magic words took less time than before, her aura activating and surrounding her. The effect was interrupted when her concentration was disrupted by more violent coughing. "Why is it not working?"
When her aura died down and she could calm herself, Patchouli took note of the lack of illumination. She needed fire; she needed to feast on it to revitalize her body. The candles were out, and she couldn't bring them back. "Elements" she repeated in her head. Patchouli thought about the washroom in the library and immediately moved inside. She turned the hand wash, bidet and shower handles on and watched the water flow. Her incantation followed.
The water came to a sudden stop. The continuous flow of liquid was halted. At Patchouli's command, the transparent fluid made an unnatural curve upwards, and at the mention of the final word, the water began to disappear as it touched her body. A sudden assault of bliss forced her down on her knees as powerful waves of energy danced inside of Patchouli and patched her up to full health again, restoring her vigor as well as curing her. The water continued to run and Patchouli hungrily absorbed the water the washroom provided her. "I can't let it wear off so fast. I have to fuel the spell..." her train of thought stopped as she realized her aura was shrinking. She needed the collection spell renewed. "Power!" she said once, "Power!" she repeated with energy. The water didn't just continue to flow into her; it was being sucked out of their sources with greater strength.
Patchouli was at full health. She was without her illness once more, but it wasn't enough. She wanted it gone forever. "Power!" she called out to the book of Enhancement, her aura expanding until it had lost the form of her silhouette and had instead adapted the shape of the wash room. Patchouli moaned as the walls fissured and water began to pour out. Every new cast of the spell strengthened her elemental absorption, which in turn amplified the process' output, but the solution to her health had already been implemented; the power had no use in strengthening her lungs anymore, so in order to follow the natural ways of nature, it began to spread evenly inside of Patchouli. The witch's body greedily drank the flowing water as it inundated the washroom, her body not letting even a single drop escape into the library. Like a sponge, it was drawing all the liquid in, and like one, she was starting to swell.
It was slow at first, but Patchouli recognized the tightness in her dress had returned with a vengeance. Her neck was starting to become uncomfortably tight against the collar while her sleeves began to stretch horrendously and ride up her arms. She let out a moan of pleasure as the silky fabric dug down against the top part of her dress, her chest pushing out with a sudden pulsation of her empowered frame. Like a pair of water balloons, the liquid outside began to fly into Patchouli's chest and disappear into the billowing mounds inflating inside her top. "My breasts are growing!"
The sheer amount of power growing inside of her was enhancing her body, she realized. Patchouli had cast the same spell so many times in quick succession that she was permanently absorbing the element of water to fuel the process of conversion in which her body was being enhanced. The energy welled inside of her, and with nowhere to go, it was trying to push out, but contained by her body, it instead was causing HER to push out. Patchouli noticed her skin was creaking as it stretched, her muscles pulsating, increasing in mass, even her bones were enlarging to accommodate the new her. Instead of suffering pain, her senses had become injected with serious doses of otherworldly pleasure that even Patchouli had trouble explaining. The fabric of her clothes digging against her expanding frame, the sound of her body growing, the sensation of the power running rampant in her body; it was all so heavenly!
Patchouli gasped as she felt her humongous breasts spill out after they had torn a pair of holes down the top of her dress. She felt her cheeks warm up as embarrassment filled her; the magician had never once paid attention to her figure, but those enormous things jutting out of her chest, having just decimated her shirt, were a testament to her womanhood that her brain could not reject. In fact, she ventured to think that the sight of those huge globes of chest fat that had just pushed out to say hello were perfect. Eager to experiment, Patchouli's small hands cooperated to lift her chest and cupped each breast. They were soft even for their heavy weight, the mounds felt sloshy and the flesh sank to the slightest pressure.
Patchouli let a moan of pleasure out as she began groping herself, the sound of her voice drowning out the stretching sound of her dress as it split down at the middle. Her sleeves were starting to tear, and the bottom had become increasingly tight around her hips as they flared out with the same intensity of her newly developed chest. Patchouli had never felt such love for her own body before. Her rump, after years of reading and zero physical activity, had once lost its pertness and shape, but the power coursing within the ascending wizard's being was returning it to its feminine glory and then some. Patchouli's ass was pushing out, the line of her buttocks devouring the fabric that so tenaciously attempted to keep her lower body decent. The fight between expanding mass and ruined dress soon drew to a close as her dress gave out, overwhelmed by Patchouli's perky bottom escaping into the broken and leaking washroom's space. Patchouli gasped and removed a single hand to grab at her butt, letting out a gasp of bliss as drool trickled down the lower rim of her lips. The sensations running rampant in her brain were driving her crazy.
She wasn't just becoming curvier; her whole body was using the water to grow taller as well. Patchouli could already feel her dress being shredded by her limbs and waist, the beautiful silky fabric reduced to a pile of rags in tatters that gathered at her feet. A brief moment of lucidity allowed the well-endowed female to catch her reflection on the full body mirror the washroom offered; one of the few things that hadn't been destroyed by the increasing number of fissures on the wall as water continued to be drawn out from everywhere in the mansion to feed her. Patchouli gasped at the angel staring back at her. No longer a centurial creature with the body of a little girl, Patchouli could have fulfilled the fantasy of any man, or woman, with her extreme new body. Her baby-doll face was still there staring back at her; her long mane of hair, even if it had grown all the way down to her perfect bubble butt, was as beautiful as ever; her womanly form was accentuated by her much longer legs, the height increase boosted by the long limbs. Patchouli was an amazon, no doubt about it, but an icon of pure womanhood that had managed to pierce through her usual modest disposition to capture her heart and instantly make her fall in love with herself.
She wasted no time in getting down to business. By her calculations, her reflection would soon be lost to her eyes as she continued to grow; it was a sad thought, she realized, to have to look away from the sheer perfection that her body had taken upon, but the jolts of pleasure running up her spine every time her body added an inch convinced her to help that sensation reach new heights. Patchouli's sexy ass cracked the wall behind her in jerk-reflex when she began to tease her glistening womanhood, causing her a great deal of bliss that caught her off-guard. Griping the frame of the door to her right, Patchouli cared little about the destruction caused by her more powerful handling, she used the wall as support while her other hand began to pleasure her. Patchouli cried out in bliss as moments later, a mind-bending orgasm caused her to jerk back and crash through the wall into her library.
"Ahh-ahh..." she panted, trying to remember the last time she had caused herself such an intense climax in such a short amount of time; the answer was never. She wanted to feel it again, and her fingers more than willingly began to dance upon her clitoris bulb while a few others inserted with vigor. The amazon witch wanted pleasure "More." She sat up, the wooden floor groaning under her massive new weight, pieces of concrete lying about her. Patchouli saw the joined streams of water exit the washroom to fuse with her. The absorption was still going, and she was growing still, but the pace wasn't enough to help her achieve an orgasm as quick as before.
Standing up, her right hand still finger-fucking her needy vagina, Patchouli looked around until the chairs and tables finally caught her attention. She was a master of several elements. The elements had demanded her mana for a long time, her spiritual energy. It was time for her to demand it back; she wanted it all back. Patchouli wasn't thinking rationally, she was being driven insane by the lust for more power. That word was filling her brain. "Power!" she shouted, realizing the spell activated itself with only one word this time. She was adapting to it. No, it was more accurate to say that the spell was adapting to her. It was only natural; she was becoming stronger and more powerful with each passing second. The spell got to work with fierce speed this time.
The furniture shook as if a quake had hit before levitating into the air. Patchouli looked at it with hunger as her aura grew out of her and the second the golden outline touched a chair, it exploded into tiny little particles that were instantly drawn into Patchouli's body. She cried out in ecstasy as the process repeated with another chair, then a table, then more chairs, and bit by bit, the library became cannibalized by her beautiful form.
Patchouli counted three climaxes since she stood up to cast the spell. Every blissful moment was superseded by an even more pleasurable one as she masturbated and devoured the essence of wood from the library's furniture, then the library's shelves and books, then the very floor. Each moment filled her with even more energy, which in turn made her even bigger, which turned her on even more, and pushed her to reactivate the spell with increased strength each time. The vicious cycle knew no end, her voracity and lust for power had become implacable. Patchouli was lost to her own ministrations to the point she ignored the moment when her head began to approach the tall ceiling of her barren and empty library.
"Clean clean clean..." a fairy maid was singing along her other peers in quiet intonation as they arranged the mansion's furniture and made sure to keep everything in orderly fashion. It was an unusually quiet day at the mansion, which the staff attributed to the absence of their manager, Sakuya, and the Scarlet siblings. Peace reigned in the mansion. That was until the recently cleaned wooden floor was torn to pieces by the invading, gigantic head of Patchouli Knowledge that emerged from the lower floor with a pant not unlike someone who has just emerged from a pool to grab much needed air. In Patchouli's case, she was simply inhaling the essence of the wood element from whatever she could in order to grow larger. "Clean?!" the disconcerted fairies had very little experience in dealing with unusual situations out of their expertise, so a quick committee reunion decided to vacate the premises and never return.
"Nnnghhh... yess! More! Power!" Patchouli cried out, unaware of her body's invasion of the neighboring floors and rooms as her gigantic bust and voluminous behind crashed past walls and demolished the once orderly mansion from the inside out. Patchouli was growing more desperate the bigger she got, as if the expansion hid closure that was simply out of reach, yet felt closer and closer with every instant of empowerment. The giant Patchouli couldn't stop now. She recited the spell more and more, watching her breasts double in size while feeling her ass do the same. She shot up in size without vacillation, her buttocks, breasts and limbs absorbing wooden furniture and surfaces simply by skin contact. The mansion, for all of its incredible space, had not much time left.
With her head reaching the top of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, Patchouli was forced on her knees, which joined her titanic boobs in smothering whatever lied ahead of Patchouli. Her ass and feet did the same behind her and her arms crashed past a several dozen walls as the power-crazy witch continued to devour the mansion from the inside out. Patchouli could feel another orgasm approaching as she wrecked her home without disdain, but concluded the rhythm was off again; she needed more, the current growth speed wasn't doing it for her anymore. Like a horse that's bored of its current pace, Patchouli reared back and cried out her spell while focusing on her mastery over another element: Metal. The mansion groaned and loud clanking added to the cacophony of destructive sounds plaguing the once proud structure that appeared to be collapsing unto itself. The joints and supports that weren't made of wood had been reinforced with iron, a succulent material in the eyes of Patchouli's ravenous aura of collection. The golden glow surrounding her expanded out of the outline of her body to paint its targets before square inch per square inch of metal began to atomize and fly into Patchouli as if she was a human-shaped vacuum.
She cried out, unable to hold out against the powerful sensation and the rush of new power invading her. Patchouli screamed and finally arched her back as far as it would go. Her fists clenched and destroyed the rooms they had invaded last, her toes curling against her bulbous ass cheeks that jiggled like gelatin in response. She started growing faster than before, much faster. Every pant of insanity-fueling bliss was followed by a full-body spasm that added several feet to the giant body's overall size. Her immense knockers bounced dangerously, swaying like pink-tipped wrecking balls of mammary flesh that impacted against decorations, walls and more furniture, destroying it all while providing Patchouli with even more energy.
The tip of her nipples had become hardened, she could tell by rubbing her palm against her right breast. Pressure was gathering on both, Patchouli was quick to address them as she ascended larger and larger. Unable to contain herself, she twisted and pinched, squealing in delight from the pain she was causing herself. Her excitement was exacerbated by a sudden wetness surrounding her fingers that instantly caught her attention. Patchouli looked down as she rubbed thick liquid caught between her thumb and index fingers, her tongue hanging out as she panted louder. It was milk. Milk had come out of her chest, Patchouli had started to lactate. "This is irregular" she admitted to herself, but also conceded the thought of her newly grown tits producing milk was arousing. Without thinking about it twice, Patchouli held her breasts up and, not even meditating it once, she pushed both of her wet and hard nipples into her mouth.
Softness engulfed her cheeks and Patchouli almost suffocated her nose within her obscenely deep cleavage. After adjusting her humongous globes of sweater meat so they wouldn't block her nostrils and she made sure she could breathe- God she loved breathing without impediment now- Patchouli's eyes closed. She saw a flash of vibrant red mixed with electricity from the pleasure bubbling up in her breasts, the mounds communicating ecstasy in the form of milk that pushed out through the ducts in her meaty tubes, rewarding her anticipating tongue with a generous splash of moist sweetness. Instantly, the youthful sorceress understood that she would never have any other drink for the rest of her life. The delicious milk, thick and rich in flavor, went down as easily as a glass of water, and the taste immediately turned her into an addict. Patchouli suctioned with eagerness she had never known before in her life, savoring a texture of her own production that was driving her crazy. She massaged her bust with fury, kneading the flesh as if it was dough, fondling and groping as if she was trying to deflate her tits. The milk flow was became stimulated and grew in intensity, remaining a constant stream of deliciousness that Patchouli thought she would die if parted from it.
Seconds of joy turned into minutes, which time didn't forgive. The growth was still going on, Patchouli was still expanding, and the consumption of milk was only helping to increase the pleasure she was experiencing, magnifying the effect of her unending spell. Patchouli thought of the word "Power" several times, feeling the confinement the gigantic European styled manor was forcing on her growing frame. The final lines of containment were struggling to keep Patchouli Knowledge inside, the nigh-innumerable amount of rooms of the mansion, their accommodations and accessories having fused with the beautiful expanding mass of the enormous witch. And Patchouli couldn't stop drinking.
The mansion was holding a monster, yet from the outside it was hard to tell. Unidentifiable bits of naked flesh were pressed against windows and other transparent surfaces, giving any potential onlooker the picture that the mansion's usually hospitable conditions had been radically revoked by whatever was causing the edifice to creak and shudder. Even with the inside of the mansion having been expanded with space and time magic, the giantess within had simply overtaken it all.
Patchouli wasn't trying to fit inside the mansion anymore. She was sitting up, delighting herself with what was pouring outside of her voluptuous knockers. Her head was pressing against the poor ceiling, its wood and metal disappearing in favor of Patchouli's advance. The manor didn't blow up, no. It started to particularize from top to bottom, the once beautiful structure turning into no more than a swirl of indivisible matter that spun briefly before fusing with Patchouli's skin. Bit by bit, her naked form was exposed to the outside world: Her doll face with blissfully closed eyes; her titanic mounds pushed up by her crossed arms under her chest to allow her to suck that milk inside; her slim waist accentuating the exaggerated flare of her hips and her gigantic ass resting on top of her bent legs as she was kneeling; with her even longer mane of violet hair cascading against her back until it covered her bum, Knowledge looked innocent in spite of being an over 300ft. tall monster woman. The mind-bending expansion had made her over three times the size of the mansion that had just been replaced with her buttocks; achievement attributed to the mansion's altered insides. Now Patchouli had absolutely finished the Scarlet Devil Mansion and she was absolutely massive, yet she could only pay attention to the ridiculous amounts of liquid her boobs could produce.
Without stopping, Patchouli dove an arm below impatient for release. The unstoppable lust for power coupled with the heavenly nursing of her tits had only served to inflame her desire for sexual climax, of which she already had had several; she briefly wondered how long she could go without passing out. But the witch could care less about numbers or statistics; her clit was screaming at her. Two fingers inserted the wet folds of her vulva while her talon rested upon her hairless mount Venus, her thumb and index reserved to pinch and play with the hard bulb demanding her attention. Nursing, growth and masturbation became harmonized, delivering Patchouli into a fabulous display of electric fireworks as she arched and came, her scream finally letting go of her gargantuan boobs. Milk began to spray in vast quantities, soaking her face, neck, shoulders and the ground below her as the jiggly bits bounded uncontrollably. Patchouli arched her neck and screamed again as she felt the warmth of her milk coat her and gather as a puddle with her juices around her knees. The deed was done. "Even my orgasms have orgasms!" scandalized the librarian with a small grin as she reopened her eyes to survey the situation.
The impressive growth spurt during her fun had pushed her all the way up to 400ft. tall and there was no sign of her cessation yet. Patchouli's happiness knew no bounds at the moment she stood up and saw her shadow cast over the ridge and darken the lake. It wasn't just the prospect of her gigantic form or rapidly increasing powers, or the fact her figure and newly discovered lactation turned her on like nothing else in the world, but the fact a whole lake stood in front of her was like a free pass to continue the process and power up again. "More power. Yes, I want more power!" she boomed with the craze of a mad woman, arms up in the air with her fingers twitching in anticipation. "Power!" she commanded, "POWER!"
The gentle breeze stroking Misty Lake was pushed out in favor of Patchouli's implacable collection aura that rapidly lorded over the lake and assigned it as a new source of energy. Impatient and whimsical, she stomped her way over to the lake, demolishing the ridge standing in her way while leaving a trail of destruction wherever her pretty feet heavily fell down to. She didn't want to wait for the water to reach her and was quick to dive-bomb without reservation. The water splashed against her, cleansing her skin of the stickiness of her milk and the odor of sex. Her hair became matted down against her back and framed her cute face as she emerged back out. Like the self-absorbed person full of vanity she had become, Patchouli's first instinct was to check herself out on the reflection of the rapidly receding lake. The water volume was dropping at a staggering rate as Patchouli ascended, making her smile deviously as she became aroused at the sight of herself becoming more and more massive. As if she had just finished taking a shower, Patchouli reached back and lifted her mane of hair to shake it, watching with glee as even the graze of her arms against the sides of her chest sent the voluminous milk containers jiggling madly. Milk was still dripping down, squirting over the lake while they jiggled, dribbling down her waist and thighs when she was static. She felt like a goddess of fertility.
500ft. tall quickly became 600, then 700, and Patchouli hardly paid attention to the changes outside, only focusing on her delectable figure and the sensation of empowerment felt in her loins. Her soft purple eyes hungrily took the last available sights of her body as the lake dried up and left a horny 800ft. tall giantess on it. "I need more!" she finally said, the trance that had pacified her broken by the disappearance of the second Patchouli. She missed those long legs, and that perfectly round ass and the impossibly curvy waist that contrasted someone who has just finished devouring a mansion and its lake. The void in her heart could only be filled by more growth, by more power. Knowledge turned her attention to the sight of a forest nearby; it wouldn't be enough, but there would be more for her to find and use soon.
Patchouli wasted no time in running to the patch of lush green ahead of her. The trail she left behind was evidenced by incredibly deep yet perfect footprints several dozen feet deep, often filled with ostensibly deep pools of warm milk that still flowed from the witch's boobs. She bent over to focus her eyes on the object of her attention and encircled a big chunk of the forest with her arms, straight out uprooting the conflagration of trees that nearly instantly began to disappear and their essence entered her luscious tits. With a sultry moan of rapture, Patchouli ascended another 100ft. tall, but just as she had expected, it wasn't nearly enough. No, after tasting power once, she didn't want to stop gaining. There could be no stop to her evolution; she could command the elements to offer themselves to her greatness without speaking the words of power. Patchouli was in full control of the spell, and the hunger for the spiritual essence of the elements she had once channeled power from had become all-encompassing. Patchouli realized she would never have enough, that the world had to offer itself to her voracity of biblical proportions.
Then it hit her. Yes, the world, the planet, owed it all to her. After a century of dealing with the poor hand the world had dealt her, Patchouli was convinced it was time to make it pay. A being of such perfection and beauty would not be denied. Patchouli looked down at her feet and watched them sink as the very earth trembled and turned into her fodder at her mental command. She rose with unprecedented speed, her head quickly approaching the heavens as the earth beneath her became a crater with her body at its center. The circumference of the ground was being devoured by her aura, adding to her long legs to make them longer, adding to her round ass to make it shapelier and even bigger, adding to her indescribably big chest to make it even milkier, firmer and rounder. As she sank, she also rose, keeping the tall and curvy giantess inside the cycle of growth during which her hands reached out for the sky, as if she wanted to make it her property. Patchouli had already decided that the world belonged to her; she couldn't stand the idea of there being anything above her.
The crater surrounding her was becoming absolutely massive, reaching a radius of impact that had already swallowed the country in favor of adding to Patchouli's mass. Water, Wood, Metal and Earth, all joined together in a feeble attempt to quench the miles tall giantess' thirst for unlimited power. Patchouli stopped herself when the hollow under her became too deep for her to enjoy the crisp morning air slapping her naked form and levitated outside. She emerged from the devoured countryside and licked her lips with playful demeanor as she spotted a mountain not very far away. Approaching it made Patchouli gasp in unexpected excitement when the tip of the mountain began to melt off and join her beautiful curvature; it was a volcano. "Fire" she remembered the candles back at the library. Her beautiful body could tame fire, the most violent element, and make it serve her cause. The fact that she could accomplish something as utopic as making the element of fire her personal bitch was akin to someone stroking her labia; she was turned on again.
Dirty thoughts filled Patchouli's head which caused the volcano to activate. She rested a hand on the mountain and it made her bigger as its contour lost its jagged shape to adapt a much more agreeable one for the sorceress. As if an erotic artisan had put the mountain in his hands, the volcano lost its mass in favor of leaving behind a cylindrical shape with the lava-covered tip bubbling like a giant penis waiting in anticipation for attention. Patchouli's cheeks became red, she was scandalized by how perfectly her imagination had reshaped the volcano into a sexual toy that she was so desperate for. It was then that Patchouli walked around her magic handiwork, her hand not letting go of the smooth rocky shape. She had to keep herself from absorbing it too soon; the desire was almost too much. But she knew what she really wanted.
Patchouli bit her lower lip as she lied down, inevitably surrounding the phallic shape in her cleavage. She had never had time to practice fellatio before due to her reserved personality, but she had always been instilled to try after so many books described the way men approved of the practice. Patchouli wasn't spending time with a man, but her world deserved a reward for submitting to her greatness. Most importantly, Patchouli couldn't stop herself from trying it out.
Whilst her hand held the base under her monstrous tits, Patchouli used her left one to tease her backside and tease her vulva and anus with her fingers. Her mouth engulfed the phallus and drank the lava within; it didn't singe her, it didn't burn her, it caressed her. No element could harm her anymore, they were all under her control, and they wanted to please her. She drank the lava with the same eagerness that she had consumed her own milk before and moaned as she pictured her own image of the current practice to further arouse herself. There was a brief pause as she had an orgasm, then she resumed the fellatio as if she was sucking a lollipop, leaving the former mountain coated in her saliva and nearly out of molten lava, which Patchouli admitted tasted strangely like cherry.
An even wilder thought invaded her head when one of her digits sank into her pucker. Her asshole was holding her finger tightly, as if it didn't want to let go. Patchouli looked back as she popped her hands out of her underside and used both palms to shift her position so she was straddling the volcano. She had grown so big from the lava consumption and what she had taken out of the mountain that the toy looked more than pathetic for a woman of her dimensions now. Patchouli had a plan.
She was careful to dismantle the surrounding area of the mountain with her own hands, using her god-like strength to peel rock off, exposing more and more of the comparatively tiny mountain until the shaft seemed to flare out and become thicker and longer the deeper she dug. Once she had exposed enough of rock, her mind rearranged the shaft so it was big, long and thick, just as she wanted it to be. While squatting, Patchouli held the base of her toy and used that as indication of how she had to adjust her hips; her incredible boobage was making it impractical to look down. It took her a few extra seconds of longing until she had finally correctly positioned her bubble butt above its target. Patchouli closed her eyes and clenched her teeth in preparation as she lowered herself with a single pelvic thrust, her fat ass cheeks devouring the cylindrical volcano until the tip pierced her anus and ventured past the tightness of her sphincter into her awaiting rectum.
"Nyaaaaaaah!" she screamed at the top of her lung, also new to anal penetration, but nevertheless thrilled by the mixture of pain and pleasure stemming from the act. A moment of distraction caused her to allow the volcano to erupt prematurely, lava invading her body with its pleasant warmth. "Oh my god stop! Stop... stop!" she shouted, but excitement betrayed her frantic speech, overriding her initial wishes. Instead, as her anal passage devoured the volcano 'til the base and a good portion of it was left sandwiched between her perfect buttocks, lava began to flow in as if a hose had been crammed into Patchouli's asshole. There was no way to stop it.
She started to grow as the fire briefly stroked her insides with its warmth before her body invariably absorbed it. Her mind raced as she forced the crater surrounding her toy to widen and the ground to fuse with her body, enabling the increasingly bigger depths to grant her even more shaft to fuck. Patchouli was unable to rock her hips; they were paralyzed with her pleasure. Every nerve inside of her was screaming as the lava of her world violated and empowered her at the same time. Like an eternal ejaculation in her bum, the underground network of magma veins was being redirected from their usual direction to one focal point: Patchouli's ravenous behind.
Earth was being rapidly drained of its geothermal energy, which was being repurposed to the sole commitment of enhancing the giant growing girl. Patchouli's sexual romp was destroying the planet, making it collapse and fissure as the earth sank into itself to allow Patchouli to occupy more and more space. Her legs were sliding across the continent, reaching the edge of the ocean as her butt did the same. The second Patchouli felt the wetness she knew how big she was becoming, and during a single instant of lucidity she ordered the ocean to join her.
Millions of cubic millimeters per second were disappearing from the oceans, gathering around Patchouli only to be consumed. She was in perpetual bliss. Fire, Water, Earth, Wood and Metal were all working together to become her. No, they were already parts of her, but she was reclaiming them, one by one. The world was whittling away, like a ball of sand being blown off from top to bottom by a strong wind. On top of it was the growing giantess whose craze was as unstoppable as it was all-consuming. The celestial body was being replaced by her body.
A whimper of ecstasy left Patchouli's lips as she bent backwards when the final piece of magma covered rock, the core of the planet, was the only remaining thing for her to consume. Her whimper was attributed to the pressure exhibited by her back entrance in its attempt to engulf and devour the core. It was making her feel pain and discomfort, but also pleasure and excitement. Patchouli's hastiness won and she pushed the core in with a push of her fingers, sealing the planet's fate into her body.
The planetarian giantess let out a sigh of relief marked by the squirts of juice floating off into space from her super-heated cunt. A realization manifested before Patchouli Knowledge: She had just consumed a world, and her hunger had not waned even for a bit. The thought of never being full excited her at the same time it terrified her, but the great amounts of bliss the stretching of her growing body offered her only served to quell her insecurities and return her mind into the game. The planets of her Solar system awaited. They, too, would offer themselves to her monstrous hunger, to satisfy her unending lust for power. She didn't even need to think about it this time. Her will was simply not confined to her person anymore. Those celestial bodies that had once belonged to the tyrannous sun's charm were now approaching her rapidly swelling body, painted by her golden aura, attracting them to Patchouli.
She saw them and she almost felt as if they were watching her back, basking in her vast glory. Food rich in nutrients, all of the five elements mixed into a single snack, each of the planets was just another piece of food for her. The spectacle of the dancing planets that had decided to set their new axis around her perfect waist was interrupted by Patchouli's hands as she bundled them together like stuffed animals. Some of them were devoured by her cleavage to never be seen again. Patchouli delighted herself in the smaller snacks as her skin was permeated by the rest of the worlds that her aura dissolved and offered her as sustenance. Patchouli ate and ate, growing larger with every bite. She looked at distant stars and asteroids, commanding them to approach and crash into her body. Cosmic dust resulted from the prompt impacts, and it all was simply inhaled or otherwise consumed by the unbridled woman.
Patchouli felt the indescribable amounts of ecstasy that the elemental absorption blessed her with. She was lost in an entirely different alternate plane of existence, one where only pleasure mattered, where everything existed solely to serve and please her, to make her feel fulfilled. But fulfillment still had a long way to go. Patchouli had emptied the solar system already, the sun having fallen prey to her ravenous appetite. The power within her was begging to come out; she had eaten and absorbed more than her current metabolism allowed her to process. But Patchouli hadn't come as far as she had by respecting the rules nature had established; she had been making her own rules since she realized her whims were all that mattered. Patchouli came up with a new spell, one that would speed up the assimilation rate of the spell she had cast so many times back when Earth was more than just fat distributed among her ass and tits. Patchouli had already forgotten how many times she had cast that wondrous spell, but she was conscious of how many times she had altered it to improve it as she tested it. It was time for another modification.
Patchouli's aura suddenly stopped. The golden outline that was having trouble finding anything edible inside the empty Solar System started to recede and collapse into Patchouli; she opened her mouth and inhaled, drawing the collection spell inside of her. "Mmm, magic tastes good too."
And then all of a sudden, Patchouli hiccupped. The involuntary spasm was followed by an expansion of mind-bending proportions as her whole body doubled in size in an instant. "Yes!" she bellowed, which made her double in size again. Every time she opened her mouth to express her euphoria, Patchouli found herself having a powerful orgasm following a swelling of epic proportions. Her exponential growth was quickly filling the Solar System, which soon was replaced by the gorgeous purple-haired goddess. The spectacle lasted very little, as her breasts, limbs and ass began to invade and overflow the neighboring systems only for them to become instantly absorbed and added to her awesome transformation.
Patchouli became an iridescent body of beauty, her factions hidden by vibrant colors reflecting the cosmic entities that she was consuming at a rate of several dozen per second. Her curvature, like that of an hourglass, was reshaping the form of the galaxy as she ascended and climaxed with every new growth spurt. She lost all sense, her brain overloaded by sensations more powerful than even she could understand. The exponential growth had been her greatest achievement so far, and her multicolored skin was testament to the god-like energies swirling inside of her. What had always meant to be a mass of nebulae and solar systems had been replaced with the body of a perpetually ascending goddess. The galaxy stood no chance and attempted not to contain Patchouli Knowledge but simply accommodate to the outline of her hourglass shape. In a last ditch effort, it tried to envelop her and form some sort of coating, but Patchouli's amazing tits tore through the snug new form of the galaxy and destroyed it, just like she had destroyed the Solar System moments ago.
She cried out as the galaxy became part of her, and soon enough the swirls of various shapes surrounding her stopped their beautiful spinning motions only to implode and scatter, turning into cosmic particles that Patchouli's mere presence devoured. Her being had transcended her witchhood; her humanity had been lost with the energy of her most powerful spell. The beautiful shape of the goddess Patchouli had become was smothering every galaxy, forcing it to self-destruct and reform into an entity easier to be consumed by the lights-year tall female.
She doubled and redoubled in size, powered by every element in the universe. Patchouli's unstoppable expansion had gained such velocity that the endlessly expanding universe could not compare to. Suddenly, as if Patchouli had been caught into a transparent bag of nylon, she found her breasts tugged back against the thin yet strong fabric. Her ass cheeks were being given the same treatment, as with her feet, limbs, hands, waist and head. Patchouli had grown too big for the universe. Just like the spatial entities before, the universe was making its attempt to confine or at least mold itself to Patchouli's exponentially swelling mass. Just like with the ones before it, the universe failed when Patchouli once again demonstrated that she would not permit anyone one par, much less above her to exist. She felt the longed-for sensation of release when the fabric of the universe, with everything that had been consumed and everything it would ever produce explode just like her lavender dress had while she still had been in her world.
Patchouli's iridescent form stretched. Her immense boobs leaked whiteness as always while transparent drops of female juice drifted off from the purple haired deity's cunt. Patchouli's eyes opened to the vastness of the void she had just entered. She adverted several lights in the distance, each of them separated by an equal amount of space. There was more than just one universe. There was one more source of elemental supremacy; her brain didn't even debate it: She had to have them all. The process repeated itself as she psychically tore each and every universe from its relative position and forced its energy into her body, making her swell bigger and bigger still. "Yes, bigger... much bigger. More, more, more!" she chanted, "More, more, more!"
Patchouli's screams, although unheard, carried the weight of absolute domination as the multiverse sacrificed each and all of its components until Patchouli's god-like form had feasted on them all. The power was gathering at her mid-section, making her moan in pleasure with her unmoving mouth. She curled into the fetal position and waited for her latest transformation to take place as she eagerly reinitiated nursing from her leaking nipples. The milk felt fresher, sweeter, warmer and most definitely more powerful. Patchouli hadn't been achieving power; she was becoming power itself. With that realization alone, another powerful orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks and she arched back, sending squirts of milk and female cum all over the struggling multiverse. The same process as before annihilated the plane of existence to make way for the power-hungry goddess into the next.
The omniverse stood no chance. Multiple dimensions at once presented themselves to Patchouli, who dearly looked at them before once by one, she seized them into the grand canyon of her cleavage. Like a mother coddling her baby, Patchouli hugged the multiple existences where other versions of her probably lived. They would never have the chance to ascend to her greatness, but at the same time, they would all share the joy of infinity with her. One by one, the existences became nothing more than fodder to her greatness.
The goddess's growth took her far beyond what imagination is capable of describing when the omniverse was devoured by Patchouli. She had finished consuming space. Space was gone, destroyed, annihilated, assimilated, objectified, dominated; she had become one with it. Patchouli Knowledge had not simply absorbed space, she had become space. Her sexy, undisputed shape of iridescent beauty was all that remained. If there was anything left, it was just more of her. Everything was Patchouli Knowledge.
Yet she still did not enough. Patchouli's mind had long since become an all-encompassing entity capable of instant domination and the control of forces beyond mortal experience. She wasn't just content with being everything. Patchouli needed to invade the other facet of existence. The goddess' greed knew no bounds. Not having had enough with the assimilation of infinity, Patchouli was going to make eternity hers as well.
She focused into the abstract concepts of time, the linear bearer of life and continuity: Past, Present and Future. Patchouli started where, rather when, there was nothing, and ended when she was. It took her more time than any creature could have ever lived, but eon after eon; she rewrote the events of reality. Patchouli Knowledge was all there was, all that is, and all that will ever be. That was how she slated it. She was everywhere and at every time at once, an unbridled amount of power meant to exist solely to satisfy her hunger for absolute dominion that had started with a simple ambition to cure herself of a physical disability.
The images of a past long forgotten assaulted the goddess of eternity and infinity at once, projecting the life she had forsaken in exchange for becoming everything. Patchouli Knowledge was still a part of her, still that frail little witch hungry for knowledge and the tutor of two wonderful albeit odd friends. She had rewritten history to selfishly overtake it all, just as it was owed to her the moment she decided it, but now she thought about giving some of it back.
Patchouli closed her eyes and when she reopened them, the library appeared before her. Stack upon stack of books surrounded the purple-haired witch in her abode. The grandfather clock marked it was still early in the morning. One hour before everything had simultaneously ended and begun. Patchouli smiled to herself and stretched her arms, finding it less scandalous to do so without the enormous melons she had been sporting until then. Her dress felt fine and silky as always. She hopped off her chair and floated towards the exit of the library, her eyes glowing an iridescent color as she thought about having a chat with Remilia Scarlet about her classes. There was so much Patchouli wanted to discuss and thank the youthful vampire for.
The End.