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Goddess Terezi’s Avatar Day

(Commission for @alt-hammer of an AU where Terezi is a dragon goddess in a fantasy-themed setting and Karkat is her destined lover, perpetually reincarnating to be by her side; on a special day, she takes on a form able to be in the mortal world and goes on to live with him, as a 8ft tall hyper curvy MILF of a dragon-troll lady!)

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The old temple took up a good portion of the mountainside, but it did not look like a built thing, but a grown thing; stone polished and plated with a process to create something like luminous gemstones made the elegant curves dominating its design mirror the teal forest growing right around it, all the way around the fertile lower slopes of the mountain down to the ground below, over the ancient pathways and roads that now led to ruins and strongholds.

It was old. The towns and villages, in a patchwork of alliances that were slowly building into a true nation, lay in the shadow of giants and echoes of power. The means to construct something like that had been long forgotten; the towering walls were hundreds of feet high, supporting spires that rose higher than that, and the means to create such wonders were long forgotten.

The temple glistened and shone, and it was easy to see it even through the trees. And through the forests, along the old road that was still visible beneath the undergrowth and tangling tree roots that made up so much of the forest floor, a stout troll walked.

His name was Karkat Vantas; today, in deference to the warm weather, he wore a thin cloak trimmed in fur from beasts he had likely taken down himself. His walk was awkward, staggering upwards, like a crab forcing itself to walk forwards.

The cloak was gray, but the trim was a bright red. The same red as his unique mutant blood, with nary a hint of the lime-green shades the rest of his family shared. And that color was significant.

(There was a tradition, among the people who lived in the shadow of the temple and remembered who it honored, and who worshipped the teal dragon goddess.

Rarely was a child born with blood as red as a human or the clattering, playing-piece people of ivory and jet. And such children, individually only arising a few hundred years or so, were bound to this task.

Upon reaching age, they were to travel to the temple alone, and commune with the goddess. From the moment they were born, the oracles spoke and the scriptures read, they belonged to the goddess. Blood, soul and heart.

And they came back, changed, and claimed.

Karkat had been no different.)

If someone watching him had been a flying creature, able to watch him through the trees, they might have seen him walk through the forest with confidence, to the stairway leading to the temple and where the forest shied away, as if in respect to the goddess it represented.

And then, to watch him walk up those steps as though he had every right to it. He walked with the assurance and automatic knowledge of someone who had lived there for years, though his visits had been infrequent.

(Karkat Vantas had dreams.

(In some, Karkat was a woman; other times, subscribed to no binary gender identity. In some, he was a priest to the dragon goddess, or a tinkerer, or an alchemist, or every job known to trollkind. There were lifetimes beyond measure, as many as there were stars in the sky. And in the dreams, a great ocean of memory rolled onwards, gently flowing into him.

(And so intimately familiar. As though he was not learning, but remembering something he had forgotten.

Something from a lifetime ago.

And the shape of something might change, over the ages, and remain what it was; a ship could have all its parts replaced but remain the same ship. And so it was with him. He had been there, in some way, for a long, long time, across so many lifetimes.

He would keep coming back, as many times as needed, to stay with her.

His goddess.)

The hypothetical viewer would have then seen Karkat approach the doors, over a hundred feet high and elaborately engraved with ancient murals, beautiful but their meaning lost to time. There were many figures there, dragons and blindfolded figures. At the center was a vast shape, broadly troll-shaped with the wings and tail of a great dragon, of impossibly curvaceous frame that spoke of an ancient culture’s idea of fertility and motherly awe. All the mural surrounded her, and over her heart was a small figure, its horns nubby and shaped like a crab’s claws.

No tool, magic (though truly powerful magic in these days was a rare thing) or skill of troll or any of the thinking people of the world had been able to pierce that doorway, or force it open. Not even the sharpest tool, strongest siege engine or mightiest spell could so much as mar its surface. But as Karkat approached, the door silently opened.

Not very much, it must be said. The great doorway mural split apart, dividing the image of the dragon goddess into two; in a nice bit of artistic inspiration, one half held a sword, blade pointed upwards to be employed against the unjust. And in the other, she carried a pair of scales, and they were heavy with many books and scrolls: these symbolized the laws she had bequarted to mortalkind, in antiquity. The gap was just large enough to allow him in; it seemed to him that a great wall had parted, just for him. He looked up, feeling faintly dizzy at how large it was. He couldn't even see the mural past a certain point, not from this angle. It just kept rising up, into the mountainside.

For a moment, it was dark, but at his approach (and his approach in particular), teal lights shone from within, invitingly. He walked inside, once more getting into the groove of things, and the door quietly closed behind him.

And there, the hypothetical viewer from above would see no more of him, or the insides of the temple. For it was a secret place, once home to mystery cults. Perhaps it still had a single such cult; a mystery cult of just one person, bound and dedicated to the goddess across many lifetimes, needing only age to remember that this was so.

Karkat saw, now, what an outsider never would, for this temple would open to him alone now.

The inside of the temple was, largely, an enormous and open space. Oh, it wasn’t plain; many doorways, some almost as big as the big doorway outside and others small enough for him, led to side chambers, ritual places to attend to other rites or personal preparations, or dwelling places for the priesthood and acolytes in ancient times. The vast space arced slightly up in a massive dome, maintaining structural integrity with secret methods of architecture, though perhaps the massive tree-like pillars (set to look as though they were growing, and carved of solid teal crystal) helped support the weight. There were many ancient treasures spilled across the ground in great piles, like a dragon’s hoard or a troll junk-pile, and Karkat walked past them, strolling past gleaming masses of precious metals and priceless relics (swords, books, statues, anything that might be of worth, all richly decorated to shameless excess), the contents of which could have allowed him to purchase entire cities and live like an emperor for the rest of his life, with complete indifference.

The biggest treasure pile was at the end of the hallway, so massive that the hills of golden coins and other gilded relics were as individually big as buildings, massing together into riches out of a miser’s most desperate dreams. It was massive beyond measure, large enough to build a city upon, and the whole of the chamber seemed to center around it, the architecture gently fanning out to emphasize it:

And upon that pile, dwarfing it, was the goddess herself, or at least an avatar of her. Either way, she was so big that she was a landscape unto herself, a beautiful mass of teal hillsides and rising plains, impossibly gigantic, and radiating so much power that it drew the mind directly to her.

Karkat stopped a few hundred steps from her, halting in mid-step with a slow ponderousness, perhaps stunned by the sight of her. As he always was, in fact; his red eyes widened, his grim expression softened into a genuine smile, and a hand went to his chest, over his heart, his claws toying with a little necklace he’d been given on their first meeting.

(“You made this, back when we first knew each other,” she had told him then, her voice booming and soft all at once, as she slid it from a claw tip onto his body. He’d looked at it then; the double shackles of his own sign, and the Omega sign of her worship, intertwined together.)

His claws ran along it. Not furtively, like he was embarrassed or scared. His fingers moved slow, with a calm that seemed quite atypical of him. All the more surprising, with the power and intensity rising from her.

Easily hundreds of feet tall, terrifyingly enormous even though she was laying down, the goddess shifted position. In the tangled mass of wings, arms and tail, a large hand appeared, scales glistening against the gray-green of her body, and it slid against the back of her head. Horns longer than a street tilted backwards as she raised her head.

Lips thick enough for him to lay upon or even slide into parted; a vast maw opened to the world, glowing faintly from within, and a massive yawn pealed out like the ringing of a bell. The goddess blinked once, though she had no need of sight, so perhaps it was just for the look of the thing, and she adjusted herself slightly. The treasure pile was compressed beneath her massive body, and as a huge belly slid forwards, and one gargantuan breast flopped sideways, displacing thousands of tons of gold; a flood of gold came raining down, stopping a short distance from Karkat.

He barely noticed, and just kept staring adoringly up at the massive teal wall that was her body.

Again, the goddess yawned, making a show of pretending she hadn’t noticed him there. But in truth, she had known he was there ever since he’d stepped foot into the forest; since he had woken up, she had felt him, even as she had sent the call. She cracked an eye open teasingly, and her eyes were red; not like his eyes, which were simply the color of his mutant blood. Her eyes were blinded by some unknowable injury in the ancient past, or her eyesight traded in a bargain for the wisdom that had led to giving mortals the first laws.

Now, she leaned forwards, her snout sniffing in his general direction. At that moment, she looked very much like a dragon, and she grinned widely. Her jaws were very broad, and it ought to have been frightening seeing all those teeth, some longer than he was tall, but he felt a sudden thrill of heat instead.

With a grunt, she sat upwards. Her shoulders, fairly broad by troll standards and relative to her gigantic size, looked narrow compared to how massive her lower body was, entire lakes of gold moved aside as a butt large enough to be two entire hills shifted upwards, her thighs digging into the gold to prop her up. They flexed, their enormous sides touching despite being fairly far apart, and she dug her knees into the ground to prop her up, and up she went: taller and taller she seemed to become, rising to her true height.

Scales glimmered across her entire body; they sparkled, glistening in shades of green and blue and true teal, so that she shone like the stars on a clear night. Those were dragon scales, overlapping together and smooth enough that it was easy to mistake them for skin, but for some large outcroppings of barbs and spikes running along her elbows and knees,

Now she was kneeling, and her backside loomed high and far out; an enormously plush backside, projecting out perhaps nearly as much as the whole of her arm, and as high as her waist, deep as her mid-thighs. Her gigantic butt moved faintly with only the most minor movements of her legs, and then another dragonish element of her body made itself plain: a thick tail lashed out, nearly as thick as Terezi’s entire body, neatly sliding over her immense buttocks and rising up behind her, and beyond her. It went on, and on, longer than she was tall, until finally it’s tapered tip flickered down, a wall of teal tail curling around Karkat’s body, as close to him as she could presently manage. Red spikes jutted out, mirroring the shape of her horns.

Her upper body arched upwards, with her tail to counter balance her. A massive pair of wings, sprouting from her back, flared out so that a shadow fell over Karkat and the whole of the inner temple. Leathery membranes shone like polished glass, wider across than she was tall, and they flapped once, twice: it helped her straighten up, and then Karkat saw her upper body loom up high, a landscape onto itself!

Her breasts moved; faintly, softly. They bounced briefly, though nothing so brief or whimsical as that word suggested. Their movement was a ponderous thing, like the movement of world-plates in motion, rising up and then down with grand importance and a sense of impact that nearly knocked him off his feet. Oh, they were big: they dipped down to her navel (or what would have been a navel, if trolls had been born live), the bottom slopes reaching out further still.

There, they arched somewhere around her waist, so that regardless of the direction your sight approached, there was amplitude to be spared: either breast or backside, she was enormous in every conceivable way. Outwards her divine breasts swung, just as voluminous as her backside, heavy with something like godly milk: ambrosia, perhaps.

A huge belly propped them up. Not merely the plump figure the murals outside suggested, her belly dipped heavily, projecting out even farther than her breasts did, wider even than her body except for her singularly massive hips, which were simply far too big to be easily equaled. It was clearly a pregnant belly, its shape a distinctive gravid shape, and from the way Karkat’s eyes glanced at the curving walls of its shape, he was clearly the father.

Now she posed, her arms stretching up above her, spikes clicking together, her claws sliding against each other, and she yawned once more, wings flaring out again. She arched her back to him in such a way as to show her massive bustline for best effect, her whole body jiggling and wobbling faintly.

He grooved faintly in place. She was so big, and so beautiful, the reality of her so wonderful and immense that it defied conscious comprehension. She slowly turned, her eyes blind, but she grinned impishly, the frill-like structures as the side of her head flapping against her short hair. The light caught her scales: deep teal across most of her body, darkening to a much darker green along her limbs, the bottoms of her breasts (like her own glittering bra), her body below the waist, and the outermost length of her tail, and the effect the light produced as it moved down the transition from one shade to the next was a mesmerizing sight, all against her magnificent frame, and the barely concealed pleasure at seeing him.

She was, technically, clothed. In another manner of speaking, she looked naked, but covered head to toe in elaborate golden decorations; thousands of pieces of spirals and interlocking meshes of metal webs encircled her breasts and belly, around her arms and a complexity of rings, all over her entire body. Even her face was covered, with a thin veil adorned in thousands of jewels, their sparkling facets catching the light like her scales did.

Now, she grinned at him. “‘About time you got here,” she said, her voice booming in the confined space, and purring too, all at once. Then, her hand moved out, incredibly fast, and her claws closed around all he could see, around him, and then he was being lifted up. He had a sensation of movement, rising high into the air, and then-

Wetness, warmth. A gentle sucking pressure around his entire body, and then a mental pressure that was much the same, her mind pressing against his own, filling him with the same love and affection she felt, propelling it through his entire body; it meshed with the sensation of her mouth engulfing his entire body, and he was helpless before it, euphoria and peaceful submission all blending together inside him.

It felt like bliss.

She ended the kiss, holding him in her hands still. Karkat, rather soaked but content with that, looked up.

He called her Terezi. Terezi Pyrope. The name had welled up, from an old memory, and that itself was odd; it was from a lifetime so long ago that he couldn’t even recall it properly. If it was long enough ago, his past lives grew harder to hold onto and examine, or to relive.

(“It's like straining leaves for tea,” he’d told her, once. It had been a dream, but that didn’t matter; when he slept, she stepped into his mind, shaping his dreams into a space for them to be together, in lieu of this day’s possibilities for more direct physical interaction. “The memories I can get, its water flowing through. But there’s a lot that just doesn’t filter through.”

She’d made a thoughtful noise at that. “Languages change. Cultures live and die,” she’d said quietly. “It’s still you, but past you is WAY different.”

“I think I hate past me.”

“Why.”

“Whoever they were, they’re a real pain in the ass to deal with.”

She’d laughed, then. “You know something? Past you said the exact same thing, about an even older you.”

“Shit, that’s another reason to be mad. They stole my bit!” She’d laughed at that; he had no idea why. He’d been completely serious, then.)

So, he didn’t understand the context, or the person he’d been then, or even what the words meant. Terezi wasn’t even the right word; it was the closest he could get to pronouncing it, but she didn’t seem to mind.

He minded, though. That was close to her secret name, her true name, and the true name of a goddess was no small matter, especially one as important and powerful as her.

Now, Terezi leaned close. The jewelry adoring her ear-fins jangled as her ears flopped, her eyes seemed to reflect him, and her breath was strangely cool as it came whistling out, like the wind from a cave filled with secrets and treasure. Some legends said her guts were the birthplace of thought itself…

“Hold that thought, I might show you in person later,” she cooed. It wasn’t a threat; she was fully capable of ‘escorting’ him inside her without harm, if she was so inclined.

They were married. It had been a private ceremony, but as she put it, not so much making a bond as resuming one; Karkat had always given the vibe of being truly spoken for, and until she’d revealed this to him, he’d understood why people got that impression.

Now, the world began to dip low. They were getting closer to the ground, Karkat realized. Terezi’s body shuddered, and she lowered herself, the ceiling above them not simply framing Terezi’s body or making a space for her to occupy, but moving away from them. The realization struck him:

Terezi was shrinking.

“What’s this?” He asked, crowding towards her palms for safety. The ground was getting closer, and the ceiling was getting further away.

Terezi chuckled. “Trying to fit in.” She smirked. “A hundred foot dragon-troll sticks out. I don’t think I like being as teeny-tiny as you, but I can manage being a little bit close to you, so long as you can still sleep on me.”

In moments, she had dwindled below fifty feet. Now they were getting even smaller than that; Karkat thought of something to say (“How are you doing this!?” “You could do this the whole time?!” and of course “OH GOD WHY IS THE GROUND COMING SO FAST LIKE THAT.”)

But by the time he could have thought to say any of that, they were almost to ground level.

Thirty feet; she was, and then twenty five feet. Twenty feet, and Karkat realized that the ‘surface’ below him, her palms and fingers, was gone; she held him still, gently adjusting herself so that he descended into her arms, his body snugly fitting there. She continued to shrink, and held him closer still, pressing him deep into her voluminous bustline and gravid belly, holding him very tightly, and at last, she reached the height she desired.

Karkat stayed in place, feeling her coolness, his arms instinctively wrapping around her shoulders and meeting behind her, and he was barely aware of the appealing softness of her body still engulfing him. Eventually, he cracked an eye open and saw the ground below him; further below than he was used to, but not so much as when he was with Terezi.

He blinked and looked into her eyes; to her face.

He blinked. She bent forwards and kissed him on the snout, and it was one way for him to realize that she was hugging him to her body, suspending him off the ground, and he was sunk deep into her cleavage.

He was beginning to have a full body blush. Which is a funny thing considering that he had been intimate enough with her to be fully pregnant, but some people are just naturally bashful.

“You like seeing me at fun size?” She said dryly, her lips pushing into a mock kissy face.

“You’ve been this size before!” He blurted out.

“Technically speaking,” she said. “Not in the physical sense.”

“What do you call the times we’ve been together, then?”

“A complex bit of magic involving mashing up the divine realms with the physical one so we could be together.” Terezi hugged him tighter, more sincerely. “Whereas this is me going to a lot of effort to make a body that can actually live among mortals.”

Karkat blinked. A shocking possibility came to him, in a rush of wild excitement. “You mean…?!”

“Yep.” Terezi gently put him down. She was, even shrunk down, incredibly huge, bigger than any troll or human could ever be, and when he reached the ground and looked up, the outward curve of her pregnant belly was over his head; if she walked forwards, his horns could have been used as a dock for her belly. “I’m gonna get to see how you explain to everyone you’ve been married to,” and she gestured to herself, “All THIS.”

“Eh, some of my friends know. Kind of. Sort of.”

“Oh, that’ll be a FUN conversation,” she cackled. She turned, her tail lashing around him, impishly smacking him on the butt; he peered up at her grumpily, and her butt seemed to fill his whole world, diminishing his annoyance instantly. He reflected that her frame was somehow even more imposing at this size; it was one thing when she was big enough to be a landscape, and was too big to really fit into his framework in some ways, but her being just large enough that doorways would prove to be a serious problem was more… grounded. It was easier to understand, and the size of her kept drawing his attention.

She still glittered, the revealing things she wore having changed size with her. “You brought the clothes I asked, right?” she asked, grabbing one of the spiraling ornaments that ‘clothed’ her left breast, gently yanking it off. He turned around in a hurry.

“Yeah. Oh, oh. That’s why you wanted the clothes; to change into them.”

“Yeah, what did you THINK I wanted them for?”

“Honestly I don’t even ask questions anymore; I figured you just liked collecting random stuff.”

Terezi held up a finger to make a dramatic counterpoint. She paused. She thought it over. “Screw it, that does sound cool. Objection withdrawn.”

He grabbed a bag he had brought, and his eyes averted, dropped it in front of her. She took it and, removing the garb that represented sacrifices made to her, changed into the clothing.

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Dave Strider yawned, half-sitting in a large bin filled with soft, square objects that were pretty generic looking, the results of his mother’s experiments with magic; conjuring up physical objects was a tricky matter, but at least these were soft and made for good bedding, or something to sit on.

He lay in front of an entrance to the town, wearing the uniform of the guard and a short, single-edged blade presently sheathed. He didn’t give off the look of a stern guard, and instead gave the impression of a discarded puppet, his legs hanging slackly out of the bin. He didn’t mind; if it was an opportunity to take a nap, he’d take it.

Dave’s eyes flickered, behind a mirrored visor. It was earlier than he expected, he thought, noticing the sun’s position. He followed its position to the forest, which the town had expanded out of, clearing out bits at a time as it slowly had grown over the years. In the distance, he saw the mountain, and the temple upon it.

Vaguely, he wondered when Karkat would be back.

His thoughts drifted from a friend to his fiance, Jade, and his calm expression flickered into a more genuine smile as he thought of her. Getting off work couldn’t come soon enough.

He lay back into the pile of moderately generic objects, and stayed there for a while. This part of the world was wild; few cities and towns were left, those that remained supplying their own agriculture and making everything on hand. The occasional call to adventure was the main of distant treasures and weapons, or the precious scrap of knowledge that came now and then; Dave had done it in his youth, until he’d proposed to Jade, and knew something about it, and that their town had abit of fame as the last place where the dragon goddess was actively worshiped.

Something to be proud of, he supposed.

He noticed some motion approaching their way, and soon they were two figures, coming out from the forest, from the general direction of the temple. Pilgrims, perhaps? He didn’t see the point, since the temple was sealed off to everyone…

They came closer, and soon he recognized one of them as Karkat, looking more cheerful than he’d ever seen him. It was a little unsettling, actually. Any greeting was far from his mind, because there was the other person walking with him. Dave’s mouth dropped as they approached, and he quickly closed it, trying to regain his composure.

There was a lot of wobbling involved. And… jiggling… and massive hips, barely confined by a sporty robe, swaying heavily from side to side with the kind of heavy force that you got when something was so big that just moving one way or another was like shoving your way around.

Dave’s mouth stayed open. The brain processes stopped. Big, he thought numbly. Jiggly… bouncy… oh WOW she is big…

This thought remained stubbornly present as the pair came close. Karkat stopped, with an aura of fierce pride. Beside him was a troll woman, the most outrageously curvy person Dave had ever met, and with the likes of Jade, that was some stiff competition; she was at least ten feet tall, so big that his head was forced to tilt up to meet her eyes, and there wasn’t much point. Her breasts jutted out with an intimidating heft, so far out that he could barely see her face at all.

She grinned, standing proudly, her hips almost four feet across and aggressively tilted as if to show off how massive they were. Her robes were short, cut at the knee and short pants beneath them, for maximum range of movement. She had a few other requirements, too; a massive pair of wings flapped behind her, apparently big enough to lift her off the ground, and a large tail moved behind her, its length moving around Karkat and its tip sliding into his hand for him to squeeze. Given that she was roughly twice his size, it was a convenient way for them to come close to holding hands.

Mutations like this weren’t unknown, especially in places of high magic. Still, these dragon-like traits, and such enormous size, were distinctive, and so where the glittering scales over her teal body. She stood out brilliantly against the dull red of Karkat’s visible body. Dave was strikingly reminded of the way Jade’s preference for greens contrasted against the reds he liked to wear, and perhaps also because his buxom fiance’s figure was perhaps a less extreme version of this giant woman.

The troll woman grinned, showing sharp teeth beneath thick black lips. “‘Sup,” she said. Her belly hung out, so big and heavy that she had to have been pregnant. Perhaps a few months along, from the size.

“Uh, hi.” Dave glanced at Karkat, finding some of his normal cool. “She, uh, a friend of yours? From out of town or something?” Granted, that was unusual, but maybe someone so big had the strength to just bowl over anything threatening her.

“You could say that, yes,” Karkat said.

“I’m kind of famous, actually,” the troll woman said, grinning even wider. The way she grinned was a little worrying; she half looked like she was trying to unhinge her jaws to swallow him whole, if it seemed pressing. Dave gulped. “You might not be able to place me, though.”

“Really,” he said, unable to think of anything else to say. He shook his head and tried to focus. Okay, she was big… she was fucking humongous, actually, but he knew big girls. He knew super busty girls. Okay. He was going to be mature and think smart, now. “What’s your name?”

“Terezi Pyrope.”

“Hrm. I know some Pyropes in town. You a relative?”

“I might be,” she said, with a vaguely evasive air that suggested there was a lot more to it than what she was saying. He filed that under ‘kinda suspicious’.

“Hrm.” He gave Karkat a sidelong look, as if to say ‘where’d you find THIS big lady?’. He shrugged. “Well, hope your journey down here went okay. The way here’s pretty dangerous. Karkat run into you and guide you to town or something?”

A faint suspicion struck him. His gaze drifted to Karkat’s hand, on that thick tail, squeezing so warmly, so familiarly. That did… not look platonic. Or like something with someone you’d just met.

“We, uh.” Karkat glanced at her, and said the most extreme understatement in the history of their entire world: “We kinda already know each other?”

Dave tilted his head. “Oh?”

“You know how I told you that I was, in fact, married to someone that you’d never met and couldn’t come to town for important reasons I wasn’t allowed to talk about?”

Dave snorted as Terezi raised an eyebrow. “Man, are you STILL doing that old joke? It stopped being funny years ago.”

“It’s not a joke!” Karkat snapped, bristling so much even his hair stood on end like quills.

Terezi glanced at Karkat and quietly said, “Really, you couldn’t have made it sound less like you making something up?”

“It’s not my fault they hear the literal truth and won’t take it at face value.”

Dave shrugged. “So what are you guys getting at-” He paused. “Oh. Ohhh. No way, NO WAY.”

“Karkat was telling the truth,” Terezi said.

Karkat radiated smugness.

“You two are married,” Dave said, disbelief in every word.

Karkat’s eyes narrowed. “...Why’s that so hard to believe?”

Dave was famously unflappable, even stern when he was affecting his Big Time Hero persona. He prided himself on keeping his cool. He’d faced down the legendary Rapmaster Hydra, spitting rhymes and spitting poison almost as toxic as those rhymes; he’d played a pool of dice with gangster sirens in the reality-traveling Casino of the Damned and didn’t blink when they tried to make him wager his soul; he’d even spent about five minutes in the dreaded Crypt of Terrors. The less said about that, the better.

Through all of it, he’d never so much as blinked.

Now he was genuinely lost for words.

Terezi saw a moment, and grinned while her tail curled Karkat closer to a massive thigh. The impact made her leg jiggle as he sank slightly into her with a goofy grin, and she clapped a hand against her gravid belly. “And we’re expecting, too~!”

Dave stared, desperately trying to process all this. Karkat’s married. Karkat has a girlfriend that’s a smoking hot giantess. Karkat’s MARRIED to her. She’s pregnant. Karkat married a super curvy mutant girl. Okay wow her thighs are bigger than ME, kind of called Kark’s tastes right there.

Karkat is MARRIED. And they’re expecting kids, already?

When the hell did all that happen?

“Wow,” He said eventually. “You work fast.”

Terezi laughed and Karkat scowled again.

“Try and act cool in front of her, I beg you,” Karkat hissed.

Terezi reached forward, her massive breasts swinging forward and nearly smacking right into Dave’s face. The sight of bountiful cleavage about to swallow him was a familiar one, but not scaled and blue-green, and then her knuckles found the top of his head, pushing aside his helmet, and rubbed friendly noogies onto him. “I like this guy!” Terezi said cheerfully, giving him a parting bonk on the noggin for good measure.

She heard a thump and a muddy splatter. She sniffed downwards, and sensed that he had fallen down into the mud; her breast had smacked right into him, so hard he’d been propelled right off his seat.

“Sorry?” She said, surprised to feel embarrassed. She never had to deal with THAT in the ethereal planes…

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About an hour later, the sun was getting slightly higher into the sky and in the market, there was a decent crowd milling around, traders and customers and both at the same time, mixing together with a potent smell. Their calls to passerbys, verbal advertisements, occasional arguments or loud haggling, it all mixed together into a loud noise, as good as a crying caw-bird to remind you that noon was nearly there.

Jade Harley’s ears, more canine than human, flickered at the noise; she ambled from the storeroom, her broad hips so wide that she had to walk very carefully through the door frame. “‘Scuze me!” She said reflexively to the doorway, even though it was inanimate, moving in the careful way she’d learned to move through a doorway with hips like hers.

She carried a box; it clattered with flasks, tubes, glasses and other containers of different sizes (some only a few ounces, others in the gallons). It was hard to make it out; Jade quite liked to experiment on herself, as indicated by the dog-like ears poking through her thick black hair and the long tail wagging behind her, and some subtle adjustments to her body, but her potions had also given her a bustline so massive that it completely covered the potions. She walked forwards and her breasts preceded her by several feet, slung out nearly to her waist, bouncing and jiggling as her powerful thighs smacked against her endowments.

It all felt very nice; her tail wagged harder, her mouth set in a faint smile, and she came to a work desk in her shop, laden with all the instruments of the alchemists art: complicated machines of glasswork, distillers, purification burners, solvents assembled by intensity, and a small pedestal for the infusion of magic and special ingredients. She put down the box of containers, instinctively taking care to avoid smashing anything with her massive breasts (it wouldn’t be the first time!) and poured some liquids at the ready into the set, readying today’s first potion. One was already ready to be tested, and Jade studied it carefully. After some thought, she poured it into a tube and stuffed that into a pouch at her side. She’d have to test that one herself later!

Eventually, she heard Dave’s voice. Her tail wagged extra hard! She swung out, passing by her assistant (a living construct named Sawtooth, one of Dirk Strider’s artificial sons and she suspected was working for his brother’s fiance to judge her for himself), and making sure not to smash anything over, came into the waiting room.

Dave was there; Karkat too, and what she initially mistook for several other people. She focused on Dave first, and he barely had time to acknowledge her presence before she swept him up into her arms, hugging the shorter man into her mountainous cleavage so deeply that his upper body vanished from sight. “Hi, Dave!” She said cheerfully.

“Hey, Jade,” He said, remaining outwardly calm, only a swooning tension in his face betraying the intense feelings within. He leaned up from her boobs and kissed the side of her face; she giggled and kissed him back, her tail wagging even harder.

She kissed him a few more times, in the manner of love grown mature and comfortable, though rather giggly. It felt familiar to the other pair present there, as yet unnoticed by Jade. She corrected that partly, then, letting Dave slide out from her bustline, and turning her attention to Karkat with a winning smile.

He studiously kept his gaze to her eyes. She smirked. “We don’t usually see you about at this time,” she said playfully, clapping him on the shoulder. “How’s it been?”

“Good enough,” Karkat said guardedly. “I, uh, have someone for you to meet-”

Dave said, “Babe, Karkat got married and never even told us.”

Jade’s eyes widened. “He WHAT!?”

“I told you all the time and you wouldn’t believe me!” Karkat snapped.

Beside Karkat, there was a giggle, rumbling and… dragon-like. Now Jade turned up and, it must be said that she was very tall (enough to tower over most people, even trolls) and so busty that they were almost their own body mass. But then and there, suddenly she felt small.

Which was rather funny, all things considered. She was actually more buxom than the giantess currently filling available space from a good portion of the wall all the way to the ceiling; more buxom in terms of proportion. Whereas Jade was now looking at a legs broader than her, a belly curving outwards above her and big enough for her to lay on, and yes, breasts that she could have fit between with ease, massive potion-enhanced bustline and all… and hardly a sight of the face at all.

The massive troll, glittered with scales and her great wings flapping (and Jade goggled at those features; how intriguing! How cool! She burned with questions; had she been born like that, did she do it to herself on purpose?), leaned over. Her cleavage descended, and Jade found it hard to resist the impulse to admire the view. Now, though, she saw the troll woman’s face; pretty and impish at the same time, though it was objectively the kind of face that got put on grand statues. Some sense of mischief pervaded it anyway. Then Jade saw her eyes; red, and blind.

The troll woman grinned, so widely Jade automatically smiled right back. “Karkat says the best translation for my name is Terezi. So you must be the super-smart alchemist he’s always talking about!”

Jade slowly turned towards Karkat. “Oh? Talking about me, huh? Hope you’re saying good things!”

“Things like you’re the smartest person there ever was and if he ever had to take transformation potions or empowerment tonics, you're the ONLY person he trusts with his body like that.”

Jade grinned, her teeth wolfish and long. It was surprisingly a match for Terezi’s huge fangs. “Ohh, I like her already!” She looked her up and down, still smiling, and brimming with curiosity. “So. You’re married, huh?” She pouted. “And I wasn’t invited?”

“We had to make special preparations for her to come visit like this; it was hard for her to come at all,” he said hurriedly. “Not exactly a traditional ceremony; we didn’t have a regular wedding, you know?”

“Hmm. Well, you get off on that one.” Jade turned around, wiggling her very big and plush butt as she walked towards the door, tail moving thoughtfully. “Sawtooth!”

The tall and thin construct made a buzzing noise in acknowledgement.

“Think you can deal with the shop for today? This is a special occasion! I think it calls for showing Karkat’s love around town!”

He nodded in confirmation. Terezi grinned and said, “Sweet!”

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The group of four left not long afterwards, and went to wind their way through the market, though this wasn’t without its own complications.

Karkat had grown up with Jade and Dave, and both of them were used to the problems Jade had developed when it came to confined spaces conflicting with her girthy breasts. Her spatial awareness was not exactly the best, and knocking over carts, stalls, unattended packages or bouncing especially unwary shoppers into the street was a frequent occurrence. It had its own rhythm; a bright impact noise, then something falling away or bouncing away from her bustline (wood splintering when stalls got pushed down and smashed; people falling down into the muddy streets, clattering sounds of glass or other containers going everywhere, the squawking or snorting of miniature livestock dropping) and outraged cries swiftly dying away at the reality of Jade’s breasts came to dominate their whole world, and finally Jade’s frantic apologizing and halting to help them up.

It had been a routine, for a while.

Now, the markets, living so close to her, had learned to work around her. The stalls were further apart than was custo, to allow for the passage of women that were unusually buxom or curvaceous enough for it to be a problem. People had learned to walk not clustered together or keep their things at a level where a hyper-sized breasts might knock it down, and there was a wide lane clear for Jade to walk through.

As they passed through, though, for Terezi to see the town for herself, it became clear that these measures were… Karkat sought for a word. He settled on insufficient.

Terezi trailed behind Jade and Dave, her tail and wings lifted high to show her butt off better. This was probably to show off a little to the dumbstruck townsfolk, with the sound of things crashing or breaking in her wake as people dropped what they were holding or fumbled in their shock at her, but it was probably for Karkat’s benefit as well. She’d insisted on him walking a little behind her (“So you don’t get knocked around by us big girls being all big,” she’d said, while Jade had giggled at ‘us big girls’), and most of what he could see was just Terezi, and mostly her huge butt at that.

Her walk was a massive stride that should have made the whole street shake. An enormous thigh, wider than two of any troll you might name, flexed her butt heavily, so much that it had a ponderous weight as it bounced back the other way when she walked.

Her enormous belly, stuffed with her developing offspring-to-be, jutted outwards, and gurgling faintly, so big that it's teal surface shoved its way through crowds that moved around Dave and even Jade, but didn’t process Terezi fast enough before she kept coming, and gently bowled them over. Her tail would then dip down, lift them back up and drop them to their feet, before going the other way and doing it again with perhaps four people at once, all in a smooth swishing motion.

Their procession moved by one side of the street, and Karkat couldn’t actually see her boobs moving, but he felt the impact of their bounces, not confined particularly well by her robes. He felt bad that he couldn’t find something that fitted better, or displayed less cleavage, but getting tailors to go along with it had been enough of a challenge before her boobs had ripped a plunging neckline into it. He wondered what the view was like for the traders that saw her coming.

He reflected, watching edges of her bustline wobble from behind her (such was their size , of course), that it would probably like watching the world’s most beautiful statue, made in the grand size of old sculptures and colossi meant to inspire, come to life and start advancing on you. A wall walking at you might have a similar effect, but not as inspiring.

Dave walked around others; Jade simply moved forwards, people getting out of the range of her destructive and wobbly bustline but not quite as lucky with Terezi’s belly. Even though she picked them up afterwards without breaking stride, they still looked terribly dazed, and Karkat wondered how heavy that big, maternal belly actually was. They were lucky they weren’t big enough to be in danger of her breast hitting them, he thought.

Terezi stopped, halting that line of observation, and turned aside. Her tail swished, and someone who was too close to her got hip-checked and dropped clear to the ground. Jade and Dave had the same fate, and the wobbling globes of Terezi’s backside innocently swung right into them, knocking them both over. Terezi leaned down, possibly unaware of this. Dave hit the ground backfirst, while Jade fell down upon him, her breasts smothering him completely, to a chorus of their respective cries.

“Oh, hey, this smells fancy,” Terezi said, inspecting a bit of red jewelry, sniffing at the air; she ‘saw’ not through sight, but through a more transcendent awareness of the idea of things, but she persisted in framing it as scent-based perception.

The tradestroll, a mesmerized bronzeblood clearly hoping this would end without him getting smashed about, swallowed. Terezi was bent over enough that her breasts had dipped down, her eyes still on roughly the same level as the tradestroll’s head. Her butt stuck out far and high into the air and even thicker than her thighs, tail arching up like an arc, and her breasts nearly hit the ground now.

The outer swells of Terezi’s breasts pressed against the cart, threatening to turn it over. Her cleavage was big enough, and deep enough, for a troll to slide between. It was very much an intimidating sight, and the tradestroll wavered as Terezi asked about the history of that particular piece. “Ah, well-” she started to say, and went into an explanation of it.

Jade, with some effort and help from Karkat, eventually got up. “Oh, don’t be bashful,” She muttered to Dave. “Not like it's the first time this has happened to you!”

“Gonna have to follow my heart,” Dave said, his expression completely neutral and face totally red. “Gotta follow my muse. If I’m gonna be mortified about my fiance boob-smashing me, well that’s the way it’s gotta be.”

She gave him a friendly punch to the shoulder. “You’re such a dork!”

“Yep. You got a type.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

Terezi left the tradestroll, who’d told her a fair bit about the town’s history. Probably not intentionally; for a short conversation, Terezi’s divine domain allowed her to pick up on associations and the ramifications of decisions, so by simply being told minor things, she would then know what led to those things happening. It gave her more of a sense of how the town had changed since she’d last incarnated.

That was a constant in her life, she supposed sadly. Karkat came back to her, and the world she had helped make constantly. Now it was changing without her.

Her belly rumbled, interrupting that kind of thinking. Jade gave her an appraising look. “You guys hungry?”

Terezi had her own particular dietary needs, and shrugged. “Mm, maybe later, when you finish showing me around.”

“Nonsense, we can pick up something quick!” Jade snapped her fingers. “Ooh, I have an idea. We have a friend on the way from a scenic route. Come this way, please!” She led the way, Dave nonchalantly following her.

Terezi shrugged, and followed them, Karkat in tow.

They progressed out of the market, by a number of homes, wherein Terezi saw other friends and families of Karkat’s circle of friends:

She saw Jade’s half-brother, John, playing with his older cousins Jude and Joey, as their mother (a towering and imposing fuchsia troll) was baking a cake, the smell of which was incredible. And Terezi normally didn’t even like sweets. A small black chess-person, apparently the mayor of the town, was having some kind of very one-sided argument with her before goggling very openly and kind of rudely at her, and Karkat and Dave were quite cross with him for it. He didn’t seem to be bothered.

Dave’s brother Dirk, a very serious man who was apparently in the process of making himself into some kind of clockwork machine-man, waved amiably to them as he did some blacksmithing work on a bar of hot metal, smashing it into shape. For some reason, he insisted on wearing an incredibly ugly hat to set the mood. (“It’s gonna be a shitty piece, so I gotta set the mood,” he said. Terezi was impressed on how he didn’t seem to react at all to her unique look. Maybe Jade’s example had desensitized him.)

They met others, as they wandered through the town, attracting fascinated stares and glances, and more than a little envy at her outrageous frame. More than a few people asked to touch her belly, and she allowed them to do it with a smug grin, relishing the awe radiating from them as they felt her huge belly, and the pressure of the life growing inside her.

Karkat was going to be a father. For some reason, this really shocked a lot of people.

“You moved fast,” Jade said, and it sounded like a joke, but it was strangely thoughtful as they walked up a hill.

Karkat frowned. “I told you guys, we’ve been meeting for years. This isn’t new.”

“Yeah, but. You’re married. You’re gonna be a dad.” Jade’s tone grew softer. “Before me and Dave, even.”

“It’s a lot to take in, is that right?” Terezi asked.

Jade nodded glumly at her. “Yeah. Exactly.”

Soon, they came to a high point within the town, walking up a hillside, where the remnants of the old forest had been entirely cleared away.

Their path was a narrow space between the pens of oink-beasts, and Terezi normally got hungry around livestock, but she was forbidden from consuming the meat of creatures like them specifically, and so she ignored them pulling away from her. She focused instead of trying to move her body through the space between the pens, her big butt and boobs and gut all pinched by the space. Jade was having just as much trouble, wiggling her hips to slide through and her breasts pushed together by the pen’s sides.

Finally, though, they made it free of that impediment and came to the top of the hill.

And there, the town spread out beneath them, towards the horizon. Disorganized neighborhoods, making homes and small businesses apparently at random, with smaller pockets of completely abandoned buildings waiting for someone to take up residence. The offices of the mayor, sawmills and foundries quietly powering away, an ancient library that had been there before the first inhabitants had arrived.

Further away, the buildings thinned out, until there were only open meadows, at the very edge of where the town ended. And past that point, up rose the forest again, encircling the whole town, an alien but somehow friendly presence.

From here, they showed Terezi the lay of the land, and pointed out parts of town to her, so that she built up a rough idea of how it was laid out, and she followed the trail of thoughts and history they didn’t realize pooled in what they said.

They also pointed out what would be her home; it was Karkat’s home, in fact. It sat just outside of town, squatting with a grouchiness apparently passed on from its owner, the teal and red colors still bright. He’d inherited the place when he’d come of age, Dave had said, apparently that every so often a troll was born with his blood color and was sent to live there. They didn’t actually know why, it was just part of an ancient tradition.

Terezi smiled. She couldn’t actually see it, but she perceived it anyway.

Jade smiled up at her. “Come on,” she said. “A friend of ours doesn’t live far from here.”

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The smell of baking bread was a familiar scent to Jane Peixes, and she’d grown used to it, and still liked it.

She was a thick and broad woman, powerfully built, and she displayed it thoroughly as she pulled loaves of bread out of the oven; her broad arms heavy with muscle, nearly as tall as an ordinary man even bent nearly double over. She was built on lines surprisingly similar to Terezi, in fact; her hips were so big that doorways could be a serious problem, and her hefty gut pressed hard against her apron. Her breasts, though supported by her clothing, still swept out nearly to her knees now, and when she stood up, carrying the loaves with her, she had to hold the pan quite a way out to prevent burns to her chest: her breasts projected out by more than a foot, the lower slopes meet the top of her belly, and it necessitated some careful movement in her line of work.

Jane moved away from the oven, not so much walking or strutting (though she certainly had the hips for it, her butt pressing against her pants with the kind of heavy weight that forces pants to mold to their shape), as apologetically shuffling from place to place. Jane was big, Jane was strong, and Jane was a child of the Peixes matriarch who’d married into the Egbert after a wild marriage with the Harley elder, and thus had a lot to live up to. The pressure had really gotten to her, and she spent most of her life involuntarily cringing back from the world, afraid of taking too much space.

When it came to cooking (and surprisingly enough, economic acumen), though, she really blossomed. She placed the fresh loaves to cool, and felt a surge of satisfied pride at them. As she did, she heard a familiar and much loved voice call out, “Jane! I have someone to introduce to you!”

Jane smiled. “Jade! Just a moment!” She removed her oven gloves and hurried out.

Jade was waiting for her just outside her shop, and Jane faltered as she saw her; well, not just her, or Dave, or Karkat (so unusual to see him around, lately!), but the massive dragon-like troll woman, waving to her.

“Hey,” the teal troll said.

Jane smiled nervously. “Ah, hello, miss! I don’t believe we’ve met?”

She introduced herself as Terezi, and gave Karkat a significant look. Her eyes, Jane realized, were blinded. “Are you okay?!” Jane asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said quickly. “Don’t you worry about it, I can handle myself fine.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” Jane’s hands wriggled. “Um… you’re a friend of Jade’s?”

“We just met!” Jade said. “She’s a… ‘friend’ of Kakrat’s, apparently.”

“We’re married,” Karkat said flatly.

Jane blinked. She looked from the grouchy troll she knew, to the towering, incredibly beautiful, and intimidating giantess in the room.

She was grinning like a drawerful of swords.

“I thought you had a type,” she said meekly. “How come I never heard you got married?”

“It was hush-hush, apparently,” Dave said. “Karkat got MEAN, you know. He didn’t invite me, his best bro, to his wedding. What a FIEND.”

“Hey…” Karkat said warningly.

“Or me!” Jade teased, putting an arm around Karkat’s shoulder and mashing him into a massive breast, to his obvious annoyance and embarrassment. “His best bro-ette! He’s so mean!”

“Dastardly,” Jane agreed.

“Hey!” Karkat said.

“An absolute cad,” Dave said, shaking his head.

“We’ll have to cast him out to keep our honor as a township,” Jade said sadly. “It’s the only reasonable thing.”

“I can’t believe you married me with such a stain on your soul,” Terezi said, grinning.

“Oh GODDAMMIT YOU’RE AS BAD AS THEM,” Karkat groused.

Jane giggled. Jade did too, and released Karkat.

The joke passed, and Jade leaned forwards. Or at least shoved her boobs onto a table to steady herself. “I think we’re all kind of hungry. Think you could help us out?”

“Sure,” Jane said, smiling timidly. “I have some loaves that just finished up. That’ll make a fine breakfast.”

“Sure, just a moment.” Jade reached for her purse, and Jane’s eyes widened, and she rushed forwards.

“No, no, I couldn’t!” She said. “Go on, this is on the house! Please!” She disappeared into the bakery.

“Hang on a minute, you can’t-” Jade gave up. “Oh, not again… this is terrible for her profit margin.”

“She does this a lot?” Terezi asked.

“When it’s us? Yeah. Jane’s sweet and she’s kind of a pushover… she’s always giving us stuff, but it's not like the dough is super easy to come by…”

Terezi felt a little bad, honestly.

Jane came back, with several loaves of bread. “On the house!”

Terezi took them. “Aw, but I can’t-”

Jane put a finger to her plump lips. “Shush! You take them!”

Terezi looked at the loaves. One of them had a smiley face on it. Now she felt incredibly bad. “I don’t know…”

“Shush, you! Eat up!” Jane brought up a table, big enough even for Terezi (provided she moved the chair away and just sat down).

All four of them assembled at the table, and took a seat. Jade with her breasts overflowing, Dave next to her, and Karkat sitting on the floor next to Terezi in a show of silent solidarity. She tried to persuade him otherwise, but he persisted; she compromised, just picking him up and plopping him into her lap, and with his back against her belly and growing family, and her breasts over his head, he accepted that.

Terezi swallowed a loave whole, her jaws widening for it as she slid the bread down her throat, its surface pushing against her skin. Jane watched, in scandalized fascination. The others began to eat, and told stories about what they’d been up to; apparently they hadn’t caught up in a while.

“So the guard thing is going pretty okay,” Dave said. “It’s regular work. It’s not FUN, or exciting, but a guy’s gotta do regular stuff, you know?”

Jane nodded at that. “Yeah; I wanted to make artisanal cakes, but there’s not exactly a lot of people wanting to buy those.”

“I would,” Terezi said, devouring another loaf.

Jane smiled. “I thought there was something I liked about you.”

Jade in turn, chewing through her bread and indifferent to the avalanche of crumbs sliding into her cleavage to be lost forevermore (or until the next shower), said “I think we’re probably gonna do a small ceremony, when WE get married. Nothing big or fancy. What’d you do, Karkat?”

From below the table, Karkat’s voice sounded. “Yeah, we went for the small and private thing, as you guys won’t STOP going on about.”

“Next time, make your life sound a little more believable,” Dave said. “Next you’ll be telling us she ascended from the heavens.”

“Yeah, that’d be SUPER weird,” Terezi said, with a teasing grin. “But then, I WAS inside the old temple, you know. Wouldn’t be too far fetched.”

Dave snorted. “Pfft. No way.”

“Temple?” Jane repeated. “Oh, that place Karkat is always traveling to! How’d you get inside that temple?!”

Jade chimed in, “I always thought it was sealed shut!”

Terezi thought very carefully for a moment. But she’d gone through this, many times, and she knew what to say to content them without telling them the quite unbelievable truth. “I guess there’s some kind of magic in me the temple responds to; supposedly, from what I’ve heard, I’m descended from the people that once worshiped there.”

Jade tilted her head. “That makes sense; don’t suppose you could show us in, sometime?”

“Sure,” Terezi said brightly, wondering vaguely if they were ready to see her in her true glory. Ah well. She’d get to that when she needed to.

They ate together, a while longer; sharing interesting stuff that had happened to them lately, or providing her with fun details about their lives. An hour or two, free to be spent like this, dawned. Terezi was still hungry, even after eating her fill; bread was not exactly what a dragon needed.

The opportunity came not long after Jade, a mischievous look in her green eyes (Glowing faintly, a consequence of magical empowerment experiments) tugged out a potion from her satchel. “Hey, guys, check this out.” She wiggled it before them, for everyone to see. “Know what this here is?”

Terezi tilted her head. “It smells good.”

“Oh, it does taste nice, but that’s not the whole thing~!”

Dave gave it a look. “Hey, isn’t that the potion that you used to…” he fumbled in front of him, in such a way as to indicate inflation from the chest.

“Oh my,” Jane said, realizing what it was. “Your… embiggening potion.”

Karkat raised an eyebrow. “Working on improving the formula?”

“Yep!” Jade said proudly. “I get a lot of requests for my kind of… uh.” She indicated her chest with an impish shrug. “‘Enhancement’. So I’ve been trying to make the potions more dependable. They’re kind of all over the place in how much you get out of them; I got this big from a single drop, but other people that volunteered only go up a few cup sizes, if that!”

“Okay that does sound like a problem,” Terezi said, swallowing another mouthful. She gesticulated vaguely, talking with her gestures. “Like… if you wanna market that, or give them out, you’d want something consistent, right?”

“Yeah! But so far, it’s completely dependent on the magic already inside people… how powerful they are, for example,” Jade said. She noticed Terezi’s interest in the potion suddenly spiking, but didn’t realize why. (Namely, Terezi being a living goddess, she was intrigued by what such a potion would do to her, with all the power she held.) “I’m hoping to find something that is a bit more controlled.”

“So, is that one dependable yet?” Terezi asked. Jane nodded hurriedly, looking longing for it. She glanced at herself, Terezi and then Jade, all with genuine longing. Perhaps it was envy, or attraction. Possibly both.

“I dunno!” Jade said, breaking the seal on it.

“Wait a second,” Dave said. “You don’t know what it’ll do!”

“And this is how I find out!” Jade said, a sudden desire to impress Karkat’s super cool wife overwhelming her, and she tipped the bottle’s contents down her mouth.

Her throat glowed green as the potion went down, and then so did her belly. Soon, the glow faded.

They waited.

Jade looked down. She frowned.

She patted her stomach thoughtfully, looking worried.

She started to say, “Something usually should happen by now-”

And Jade stopped, her voice tangling up into a startled squeak, her back arching up and her breasts glowing bright green. They wobbled while remaining completely still, wildly shifting in place and shaking, slowly swelling outwards. They did so silently, flesh not normally making much of a sound, but the same could not be said of her clothing.

The fabric began to tear. She required special clothing, and it was already stressed by the demands of her body, the local tailors not quite up to speed with making things for such extreme bodies; they didn’t know how to make support for breasts that weighed more than oink-beast livestock, or tailor fitting clothing that worked around them. The plunging necklines Jade liked was a necessity as much as a deliberate fashion trend.

They reached a limit; her breasts grew bigger, fluxing outwards by the span of a finger in every direction: outwards, below, forwards, the teardrop shape growing more extreme as the base of her breasts didn’t expand any, so it looked like they were swelling from a relatively small connection point; the contrast made them look even more ludicrously big.

At the sides, her top tore, the stitches popping loo and flapping open as her breasts swelled another handspan out with a wobbling surge of growth. Her top had to be stitched special, following the diameter of her breasts, and these popped multiple stitches, threatening to have Jade experience a very embarrassing wardrobe failure. Now her breasts piled up, over her face and blocking out her vision, bulging from her top, the fabric still struggling to contain her body.

“Okay oh WOW this is a success!” Jade tugged at her fabric, trying to keep it from coming apart. “Does anyone have a spare… anything, to borrow!? I’m gonna have a moment, here!”

Karkat, blushing red at the side of so much of Jade where the front of her top had popped open to show even more of herself, wordlessly removed her cape and tossed it at her. She caught it and covered herself from the front. “Ah, nice! Thanks, Karkat.” He grunted in response.

Dave got up awkwardly. “I’ll… uh. I’ll take you back to the shop, okay?” He checked a time piece. “And my break is almost up. I can drop in a tailor, tell them to give you a hand.”

“Sure, that’d be good!” Jade said, calming down. She squeezed herself, giggling. “Ooh. even bouncier.”

“Jade, please focus, hon.”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.” She tightened the cloak. “I’m sorry, Jane, Karkat, Terezi! I’ll, uh, try to polish that.”

Terezi was still gaping. She remembered eras when mortalkind had reshaped their bodies with as much ease as changing their clothing but still… that was something! “That’s okay… I’d definitely like a sample of that, sometime.”

“Same here,” Jane said meekly.

“We’ll be keeping the tailors in business, that’s for sure,” karkat said dryly, and it hit them so unexpectedly, they burst into nervous laughter for a moment. “Calm down guys… it wasn’t that funny…”

Jade and Dave got up; for Jade, with a lot of outward jiggling that seriously strained the remaining fabric of her worker’s smock. She staggered out, trying to adjust to her new body, Dave at her side the whole time. She then peeked back in, people outside making murmuring comments, and waved at Karkat and Terezi, her massive body-framing hair swishing as much as Terezi’s tail. “Buh-bye, you guys!” She ducked out, back to her duties.

Jane scooted back. “Um. I gotta get back to it, too. See you guys later, maybe?” She smiled awkwardly, blushing faintly and behind her spectacles, her gaze suggested a hint of what might become infatuation for Terezi. “Feel free to come back any time, the both of you…!”

“Sure thing,” Terezi said, scooting back. Karkat stood up off her, and Terezi rose to her full towering height.

The both of them left not long after, and Terezi explained what she needed right now; he was prepared for it, but wasn’t particularly happy about that.

The two of them headed off, and she followed Karkat as he led her back up the hill they’d come from, towards the outlying regions of the town.

Where the big livestock was kept.

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Eventually, this led to the pair of them walking nearer to the forest than most of the town normally went.

Here, the pens rose high and thick, heavily reinforced to prevent the livestock from smashing through or jumping over, or an occasional rustler from making off with the livestock. There WAS a collection box on the paddocks, though; for an informal purchase, someone could take the livestock as long as they paid the price, without repercussions. Terezi was counting on that, too.

Karkat seemed to have something on his mind, too.

As Terezi sniffed the air, looking for the right scent of meat, Karkat frowned speculatively. Shep wicked up on that, and turned towards him. “Something on your mind?”

“Mm, I don’t know.” He mulled it over, and finally said, “Why’d you tell them that thing back in town? That you’re a descendant of priests or whatever?”

“I didn’t say that, specifically.” She raised a claw, thoughtfully. “Just that I have a magic the temple reacts to, and that I’ve HEARD that I’m a descendant of the people worshipping there. I never said anything for sure, and I didn’t lie.” Karkat frowned. “It’s true; sometimes I’ve incarnated as a member of the families that used to maintain it, so we could keep up. Wasn’t an option this time.” She frowned. For a moment, she mourned. For her cult, now seemingly lost to antiquity. For all the things lost, seemingly never to be remembered. For the way time seemed to just flow on, swallowing up even things that a goddess thought should endure indefinitely.

Karkat reached up, hesitantly, and squeezed her hand. She squeezed back, warmly.

“It’s okay,” She said quietly. “I don’t like lying, or something close to it. But I can’t just tell them the truth yet. Maybe someday.”

Karkat sighed. “Yeah. I know.”

She started to say more, and then the words caught in her mouth, her thoughts froze up, and the hunger in her gut, unsatisfied with bread (not that she could bear to tell Jane, who seemed so very vulnerable), demanded to be filled.

Meat.

Terezi followed the scent, and Karkat, blurting indignant sounds to himself, hurried after her.

The trail sooned stopped at a pen, occupied by a breed of animal carefully bred by the Nitram family over the years, and the walls of the pen were especially high, but this wasn’t necessary as the beasts in question so docile, and dense, that the thought of moving further than it took to get to the nearest bit of swill wouldn’t occur to them.

Karkat got a glimpse of one, as Terezi flapped her wings and flew right into the pen and walked through it, striding towards the very one he was looking at. The creatures in question were generally called meat-beasts; variants of cow-beasts with chimerical elements of other creatures wrapped up into a very productive, powerful and dull-witted package.

They were also, in a word, fucking huge. Almost sixteen feet long, the whole creature was, basically, round; a huge mass of succulent meat, so bulky that it curved in a rough sphere, with short but very thick legs to support its mass. It’s head was effectively a tub, with short and nubby horns mostly used as steering for anyone who had to ride and wrangle one of them. Nearly twice as high as a troll, and close to being as big as Terezi herself, it was simply too large for most local predators to be a genuine threat. The creature looked slightly up at her with a calm absence of thought, its eyes staring blankly into nothing as it chewed on a mouthful.

It had to weigh several tons, at the very least, of raw muscle and flesh. Nevertheless, Terezi easily lifted it up with a single hand, raising it high into the air, steadying it with another hand. Her mouth watered, and her belly gurgled, crying out for fresh meat.

Her mouth opened. Her jaws widened. At first, noticeably wider than a normal troll might, and then gaping out wider still.

Karkat, aware that this would be a trend and resigned to it, went off to the relevant paddock and stuffed some money into it. Terezi’s breakfast wouldn’t be free, after all.

And all the while, Terezi’s jaws kept widening, so far that it was absolutely impossible by any normal measure of biology, even glowing faintly as her divine powers allowed her to mold her shape as she pleased. Her throat glowed from within, a teal light shining like a volcano.

The meat-beast made a clucking sound (for reasons no one was especially clear on, besides one Nitram stating ‘somehow, a chicken got into the gestation mix’) as Terezi lowered its head into the impossibly distended, gaping chasm below. She judged her mouth to be big enough to capture her meal, and slowly, savoring the moment, she pulled its head into her mouth.

Now it mooed, the sound muffled and distorted by her throat. The shape of its head appeared, pressing against the skin of her throat.

More of its body slid in as she slowly pressed it down, murmuring deep and savoring noises as her tongue slid along its underside, and she experienced every aspect of its existence, lending it a unique and special flavor.

Her meal slid downwards, her throat greasing the way with copious amounts of saliva that was probably cold, and now it bleated in something approaching, if not alarm, at least awareness that this was a new experience. Down it began to slide, her throat swelling with its body mass and the muscles within her slackening and pulling in turn, its greased path aided by the power of her body. Karkat’s eyes widened, impressed and disturbed at the same time: it was so big! How was she fitting it down!?

Her throat swelled out. By about a foot, and then several feet, and then more. There was seemingly no limit to the give of her body.

The beast began to slide down its inexorable path into the certain doom of her gut. So much meat! Terezi softly cried out, against it, with how good it was tasting already!

God she’d missed real meat. Twitching and thick and solid, already good to dissolve inside her belly, it was almost as good as reverent sacrifice.

Her tongue slid out, growing impossibly long and thick. It doubled back, rolling inside her mouth and pushing it’s hindquarters deeper in, and with that, the beast was being swallowed faster, now its entire front half a big, solid lump in her throat. Her skin bulged out with his weight, by nearly six feet of roundness and tangled forelimbs, giving the strange appearance of a frog.

More and more of it slid in. The massive lump in her throat, trapped by her ravenous body, grew even bigger. Eight feet out… then ten… then twelve… and still more, sliding inwards.

And then, it was just a pair of legs sticking out of her mouth. Now she tilted her head up and, relishing every moment of the heady taste, the pulse against the inside of her mouth, the feeling of something inside her about to become part of her, she gently slurped it down.

The lump in her neck traveling downwards. The front of the beast, which gave no indication that it was bothered by its situation, and then a smaller lumb as its hind legs moved against the inside of her throat. The lump kept moving downwards, disappearing above her breasts…

Karkat thought he heard a splash as her belly surged out, doubling, no, tripling in size, and then getting even bigger as the whole creature settled into her gut. Her belly hit the ground and rolled forwards, skin tight around the image of her meal, a fleshy log extending away from her and nearly sixteen feet out,and above it (her breasts propped up by this last bit) was her pregnancy, a more defined shape compared to her digesting gut.

One to create life, one to consume it. There was poetry, in that.

Now Terezi raised her head again, and produced a small, soft sound that might have been a dignified belch, but even as loud as she could be, it was hard to hear.

Her gigantic belly squirmed, and shifted, not with struggles but her captive prey getting comfortable inside her, even as the digestion process began. The outline softened as fluids began to pour in, not yet dissolving the beast (that would take several hours, at least) but giving it more room to float inside her. Her gut seemed to get slightly bigger, too, and it was already larger than she was.

Terezi slapped her gut happily. Her eyes flickered as her food started to get… pickled, he supposed, for that very digestion to take place. “Ohhh, YEAH, that feels good…!” Her wings flapped, and she flew upwards, over the paddock. She grabbed Karkat, ignoring his angry shouts, and flew off a short distance away.

She alighted near a tree, near the forest, in a secluded place, and sat against the ground.

She held Karkat to her belly; against her pregnancy, and the gurgling lump where her food was being processed, turning it into nutritious mush over the next few hours.

“Hey!” Karkat said. “What’s with the man-handling!?”

“Shush…” she cooed. “I thought you liked being man-handled by me~”

“Okay. Well, yes. Maybe.” He didn’t fight or argue, this time, as she again pulled him close.

He could feel her heart beating.

A calm, deep thudding, and it beat in sync with his own.

Her belly was firm, and the movement of her belly muscles around the massive animal beneath him was strangely… calming. The gurgling sounds from beneath felt so loud that they might have come from all around him. Her arms pulled him closer, squishing him into the upper slope of her stomach, and his head sliding into between her breasts.

“Come on,” she said softly. “Just you and me. Just for a bit.”

He closed his eyes, and held her, letting himself be pulled against her. “Yeah, yeah. Okay.”

She held him to her body, against her stomach and what would one day be her family. The sounds of her digestion soothed them both, and her wings flared as Karkat calmed down completely, and her wings swept forward to wrap over him, embracing them.

It was like cuddling inside a blanket. But the mattress was Terezi, and so was the blanket itself; it was all her, embracing him so completely. And for her, someone who would stay with her always, loyal to the very end… and coming back from that end, no matter how long it took.

She closed her eyes, in relief. Again, to this precious moment they had returned. As they would again and again, like the turning of seasons. Winter had passed, and now the relief of spring was here. As she’d always wanted. As what she hoped it would one day stay.

She held him tighter. She didn’t want to let him go. And then, the particulars of their reunion didn’t seem to matter so much; not the time or place, not the way the world had forgotten her. He was still her Vantas, however the world changed.

And then her belly gurgled again, juices flooding in, making her gut swell a bit. It made Karkat’s body rise up, sliding even more between her breasts. He didn’t mind; the beat of her heart was even louder now.

And the both of them just held one another, peacefully in the forest.

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Much later, night came, and with it, he brought her to what would be her home.

“Sorry,” He muttered sheepishly, holding onto the tip of her tail. “Not as good as, eh. Whatever you’re used to.”

Terezi impishly gave him a gentle smack with her tail, laughing. Her stomach was smaller now, though still rounder than it had been, padded more with fat. The beast had been digested, meat and bone and every single inch of it melted away. Terezi’s breasts looked a bit larger, as did her hips, her thighs and butt, all more padded than usual. “Well, I don’t remember what that was actually like too well, at this level of existence, so me neither! Guess I’ll have to make do.”

Karkat’s house, looming high over them, was a humble building and not at all a luxurious home; almost as old as the temple and constructed in a very similar style (though simpler, and without the opulence of the temple), and the thing that stood out about it to the both of them, to any passerby, was that the doorway was alarmingly high, well over a few feet higher than Terezi herself.

It even cleared her long horns; she could walk right through it with ease. The whole home was built to her specifications, in fact; looking from the outside, it was reasonable to think that every room would be just as grand, for such a large troll as her to have without any issues at all.

This explained the furniture, Karkat realized. The chairs, the tables; it was all strictly divided into being the right size for him and being far too large for a normal troll… or at least ones, it dawned on him, if they weren’t Terezi-sized.

He opened the door, leading her in. “Well,” he said, his grouchy exterior faltering to show a genuine smile. He extended a hand. “Welcome home. Again.”

She took his hand warmly. “Glad to be back.”

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