Z’s Divine Relaxation: A Return to Violet Streams

Commission for Big Z!

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Big Z stood at the end of the Ballanose plains, with her people gathered behind her in quiet prayer. She could feel their reverence as a tangible force. It moved through her as an easy flow, adding to the reservoir of spiritual force that constituted her looming body. She stood with her back to the throng, her focus placed firmly on the face of Traveler’s Rock. A great sandstone formation that had been formed when Z herself was a nascent god, it served as a nexus for the magical energies of the realm. 

She reached out to touch the confluence of energy with her spirit. It balked and reared away from her. She wrestled it into submission with her divinity, reaching out in astral form to grip the intangible rivers that dictated the physical world’s makeup. Z’s eyes shimmered green in reality, and flared with divine might. With a deep breath that bulged her stomach outward, she focused her power into her hands and then slapped down on herself.

A thunderous boom shook the earth and sky.

A glittering wound opened up across the face of Traveler’s Rock. Silver light that behaved like water gushed out, and within the resulting waterfall was the reflection of a place far away from the Ballanose plains. Z recognised the eggplant color of its soil and the luminosity of the leaves on its tall trees. She sighed wistfully with nostalgic love, and turned to face her people, who had risen from prayer to see her off on her travels.

The Ballanose were enormously tall, wide, and hearty people. To most mortals they resembled the hippos found on Earth. The key difference was in the shininess of their skin, their upright posture, and their great love for the principles of song and swell. In tribute to Z, the high priest had inflated three of his tribe’s greatest warriors. They stood proudly, with their bodies blown to near-bursting. With how tight they had become from the pressure they were unable to drum their own bellies, so the high priest did the honors for the warrior in the center, while two additional drummers worked the guts of the adjacent champion-blimps.

“We play this song of mirth, so that you might be rejuvenated as you seek your pleasure,” the high priest boomed with a voice trained to reach the heavens. Z smiled at him. She would make a note to bless his tribe when she returned, and him in particular. Perhaps she would swell him, the elder Ballanose was likely in need of his own pleasures. The role of high priest was a demanding one.

The Ballanose champions produced a beautiful melody of taut, drum-like sounds. Boom, boom, ba-boom, ba-boom. It took immense skill to hold that much air, and receive that amount of drumming, and remain in one piece. Many warriors burst after they let their pride get the better of them, and stretched too thin to withstand the heavy slaps deployed by the priest assigned to drum out the songs. The Ballanose, thankfully, were malleable and not bound by the stringent rules of flesh and blood that other creatures had to abide by. When a Ballanose popped like a balloon, it was treated with a casual air; a balloon had popped, and life went on. They would reconstitute themselves later, usually with a bruised ego.

“While unnecessary, high priest, I am swelled by your love. By ‘all’ of your love, each and every one of you,” Z smiled. Her bosom expanded. She received prayers in a very direct way, she was their god. Their love filled her up, to a literal degree. If she remained in the presence of her people for too long she was concerned she might be tempted to stay until she burst. To inflate and to explode had many connotations in Ballanose culture, both spiritual… and sexual. She could feel her carnal urges stirr, and realized she had to go before her desire to grow outbid her desire to travel.

“When will you return, great one?” The high priest looked up with concern, Z felt a twinge of guilt for leaving her people. They were hers, after all. Creatures that had emerged and taken on aspects of her image, and she in turn had been shaped by their faith.

Z stood taller than the great temple, wider than the great welcoming entryway. Her waist and bust were pneumatic, pumped up with her divine breath and the love of the Ballanose. Her stomach was taut, and bounced with each great step, filled like a water balloon of oceanic proportions with life giving magics. Her skin was smooth and shiny and blue as the precious sapphires the realm was known for, and her great feet stomped the earth with her approach. She was an exemplar of Ballanose beauty, while also being an exaggeration of it. 

“In due time, I won’t be away for more than a week,” her voice was deep, and resonated with the plane. Here she was a god, but when she passed through the waterfall, she would just be another magical creature. 

The prospect of being divorced from her divinity was an experience she was in two minds about. On one hand it meant she had less influence over her surroundings, she would be at the mercy of other creatures if they were equal to or held greater strength than her; on the other hand it meant she was a person, with immense volumes of magic to wield, but not unique by any measure. She could experience things on a grounded level.

She could be a person, not a god.

“Goodbye,” she bid her farewells and her towering form disappeared into the running silver water of the universal wound. She entered the space between the physical world and the astral, the liminal space where nothing lived, or breathed, except for the beings that hid between realities and avoided understanding. Her sense of direction frayed and she felt herself being pulled in every direction at once. Instinct told her to resist, but she knew better.

Z let go and allowed her body to dissolve into a mass of pure light. She knew where she was going, the current was nothing to fear. The space between looked differently to everyone, to her it looked like the deep ocean. She was carried along by a flow of warm, guiding force. It led her essence through multiple twists and turns, but kept her from sliding out of the space between at the wrong exit. She approached her destination and fell through, her essence coalescing.

A faint rumbling built in her ears until it grew in volume, and became the only noise she could hear. It shook her and reality vibrated out of tune with her essence, until her own vibrations rose to match them. In a forest clearing, where the soil was purple and the trees had azure leaves, a tremendous boom heralded the pillar of light that Z emerged from. She stood knee-high in water rich with mana, she had emerged in the same lake, in the same clearing. The thought amused her, she wondered if this was ‘his’ doing.

Z looked around expectantly. He was nowhere to be seen.

“Divine Lady of the Ballanose, Bringer of Swell, Harvest Moon, Drumbeat of the Planet. I have come to escort you, according to the will of the island’s master.”

Z turned to face the speaker.

At the edge of the lake stood a tall, muscular hippo-like creature. She mistook him for a Ballanose at first, but his skin was a shade of lavender. It was shiny, like her own and her people, but the harnessed armor and subligar he wore spoke of a different world’s aesthetic. His eyes were blue as glacial ice, and he wielded a sword thick and tall as most humans on his back. 

He had to be about ten feet tall, and his musculature was… pleasant, to say the least. He looked inflated, his arms bulging like a mountain range with soft, rounded tops. His harness was one deep breath away from bursting and freeing his pecs, Z wondered if he wore it to accentuate his breasts rather than protect them.

“My name is Khan-Kor-Barakan, Master Selph chose me to be your escort to the city proper.”

Z waded forward. She was diminished in size from the transfer from her plane to Selph’s island. It rested in the Ethereal Ocean, surrounded by clouds of primal magic. Prime land for an arcane beast like him to cultivate. “Why did he not come himself?”

Khan’s chest rumbled. He took a breath, straining his harness straps, and then spoke. “Recent developments have left Master Selph… unable to leave his abode.”

“The tower?”

Khan canted his head, he seemed confused. “What tower, ma’am?”

“The tower. His tower. The one at the back of the bathhouse’s main plaza.”

“Ah,” Khan nodded. “He said it had been several years since your last visitation. He asked me to forewarn you that there have been considerable changes to the city, he tells me it was merely a bathhouse back then. It has grown considerably. Many refer to it as a city, rather than a simple resort. He asks you not to worry, he said that its function remains the same.”

Khan reached out to take Z’s hand. She didn’t need the help to step out from the water but she found his chivalry charming, and took the offer anyway.

“How did you know it was me? Here, I’m only a little taller than you. I could easily be any Ballanose, or a traveler from a world with similar looking people,” Z asked and gently tapped the fabric of the world. 

It was foreign to her touch, but she could weave it with a little push. Her magic manifested in a flash of blue light. All she had to cover was her crotch, and she did so by wrapping her crotch in green latex. She was strongly aligned with the divine feminine, but she still enjoyed the heft that came with traditionally male endowments. She rarely uncovered them outside of ritual, the tease was far more appealing to her than the reveal. She caught Khan staring, and wondered if he shared similar inclinations.

“The tattoos,” Khan cleared his throat. He had been staring, and his cheeks had caught fire with embarrassment. “Master Selph mentioned the sunburst flower on your stomach, and the wheel of cardinal winds on your left breast.”

Z decided she would tease the man. She made her breasts swell until they were bigger by a third, and almost reached her chin. She slid a hand over her left nipple, then continued the motion until she felt the underside of her boob and hefted it up. She did it in the direction of Khan’s face, and she laughed at his intensifying redness. “Oh you mean ‘this?’” 

She displayed the golden circle marked with four hollow ovals that extended from its center in the direction of the cardinal winds of the Ballanose plains, with four paint-brush-like shapes extending between them and swept in a clockwise pattern. 

“Yes, ma’am, that,” Khan had managed to regain his composure but the subtle creak of his leather subligar gave away his arousal. Z liked him, she had already begun imagining him nude and fit to burst. She wondered if he could retain his composure at the end of his elasticity, as she weighed her heavenly body against him. What sort of noise would he make as he burst in ecstasy, she wondered.

“I suppose the sunburst is harder to miss,” she slapped her stomach, a drum-like beat, deep and resonant, filled the clearing. The symbol was a stylized yellow flame simplified to resemble both the sun, and a flower, with an orange circle where a mortal’s belly button would be. Z didn’t possess one, her stomach was flawless and unblemished by pores or depressions of any kind. Like a balloon. She slapped it again, and watched Khan try to pretend he wasn’t watching her through his periphery.

“We should make haste, ma’am,” Khan strode forward. There was a gray brick path leading out of the clearing. “The island is relatively safe, but Master Selph is eager to see you again.”

“And I him,” Z followed him out. She took note of the path and hummed to herself. “This clearing is close to the heart of the island, it was untamed when I was last here. Why is there a pathway leading to it?”

Khan stopped by a stone lantern. It was carved with the rounded architecture of Selph’s home world, with an azure flame hovering inside. It backlit Khan quite nicely, Z thought about asking if she could take some of them home with her for the great temple. 

“Your previous arrival caused a reaction in the island’s core, ma’am,” Khan said. “Master Selph said it caused the elementals which govern the flow of water to become empowered, the resort enjoyed much success from it. Water is important for the Violet Streams operations, it is vital for the enchanted baths, the refreshments, and the very upkeep of the island itself.”

Z had no idea. Her last visit had been that impactful? She had kept in touch with Selph through dimensional courier, and she was rather perplexed by his shows of affection; she had received gifts aplenty from the sorcerous bear, including libations fit for gods, artifacts that provided great boons to her realm, and even visits from him directly. Something he was not known to do without being summoned or having been promised something in return for his travels. He said her visit had been good for business, she had no idea it had been ‘this’ good.

What awaited her further down the road was not the quaint resort she remembered, but a sprawl of enchanted buildings that covered most of the island. She could feel the potency of Selph’s magic in each and every structure, his love of water featuring prominently in their design. 

Complex aqueducts and canals ran through the Violet Streams like arteries, all converging at the northmost point. It had once been the location of Selph’s tower, now it hosted a palatial building with waterfalls on either side of the front entryway, and the grounds were completely surrounded by water. With her keen vision she could see the silhouettes of people. 

“Selph certainly has expanded,” Z remarked.

“He has grown swollen and borders on immobility most days, you are correct.”

Z paused. “I… meant the Violet Streams.”

“Ah, yes, that has expanded too.” Khan waited for Z to resume walking before he continued to lead. The closer the two got to the Violet Streams the thicker the air became with electricity, and the smells of rich food from cultures across the many disparate worlds. 

They passed through the front gates. Like everything else they were bigger than Z remembered. The great wooden doors were pulled back by chains wrought from blue iron, with two short towers to either side. Z could feel the living pulse of people inside, the flavor of their magic tasted like Selph’s. But it was watered down, Selph didn’t take formal apprentices.

“He’s become more open to the concept of sharing his spells,” Z chimed.

“Just the necessities. Wards, non-lethal deterrents, divination and enchantments to help with finding lost items and perform repairs on the resort. He keeps the lion’s share of his knowledge to himself.”

Khan led Z through a central plaza that ringed around a fountain big enough for her to bathe in at her true height. A musician performed at its base, playing a trio of violins by controlling the bows with their mind.

There was a lively, almost festival-like atmosphere to the plaza. Selph had originally been deified as a spirit of celebration by the race who’s form he emulated, it made sense that his enterprise would venture into similar territory.

They went over bridges and through gardens filled with quieter guests until they reached the palatial building Z saw earlier. The stairway was made of glass and showed the waters beneath the building. Fish and serpents with jewel toned scales swam undisturbed, changing color depending on how you looked at them. 

To either side were channels reaching the top, the left flowing with gravity, the right flowing against it. Stone platforms followed each flow, big enough for Khan and Z to share one as it ascended.

They reached the top and from the entryway’s elevation Z could see just how dense Violet Streams had become. She made a note to explore it thoroughly, but later. Selph awaited, and after that, she had a special request.

Khan led Z through halls with lavender stone floors and dark purple rugs and tapestries, marked with the five interlinked diamonds of Selph’s rune. He led her into a great chamber at the center of the palace. 

“Ah, glad you could make it!” A voice boomed, and Z was taken aback. It took her a moment to realize what it was she was seeing.

A shimmering purple mass spread out before her, no, it loomed over her with the power and immensity of a tsunami wave just before it crashed down. It possessed two mounds high up and partially hidden behind pillars that loosely resembled thick, impossibly thick arms. She only noticed them because the soles and claws of the paws they were connected to glowed brightly. The room was lit intermittently by braziers and hanging lanterns filled with azure flame, Selph’s azure flame.

The wall ‘was’ Selph.

He was too big for the room, his flesh bulged around the pillars ringing his private bath. Which he spilled over the edge of, like a muffin top over its paper cup. Z wondered if there was any water remaining in the bath, or if he had displaced it; more likely was he absorbed it, Selph was a sponge for magic. 

“You’ve done some growing since my last trip,” Z stated.

Selph laughed. He was forced to lay forward on his stomach and his breasts, which took up most of Z’s line of sight. She managed to crane her head up just enough to look at his head, sandwiched between hot air balloon sized cheeks. He grinned, his giant face lit by the glow of truly devastating magic represented by the blue rings in his irises. He was her friend, but he was still a living mass of primal forces that could, at any moment, unleash them like a bomb blast. Even Z found him somewhat intimidating, even if he had never given her a reason to fear him.

He waved one of his paws. A host of more lavender skinned warriors entered, wearing sets of gladiatorial armor like Khan. They stood around Z and saluted her, with Khan himself bowing deeply to the goddess in reverence.

“I see you have already met Khan-Kor-Barakan. Allow me to introduce you to his seven war-husbands,” Selph chuckled.

Khan nodded. “We pledged our temporary loyalty to Master Selph–”

“Just Selph, please,” the enormous bear-faced mass corrected. “I’m no one’s master, not in that regard at least.”

“My apologies. We pledged ourselves to Selph after he assisted me in curing my war-husbands of a sickness. By coincidence we discussed you, goddess. Though we hail from different worlds, your beauty is known to us. My people do battle by expanding our bodies, we also make love by the same principle.”

Z blushed wildly. “Oh that’s… that’s rather wonderful, but I still do not quite understand why you’re telling me this?”

Selph’s laughter tittered through the vast space. “He’s saying they’re all besotted with you and want to ‘attend’ to you, oh great goddess of the Ballanose.” 

Z finally twigged. “Oh, oh! Well, if you insist. Though could I ask why you call them your war-husbands, how does that differ from traditional marriage?”

One of Khan’s lovers spoke up. “He defeated each of us in battle, then consummated our bonds with an explosive show of love that shook the earth beneath us. In our culture, we may either pledge ourselves to those who defeat us through servitude in their household, or as lovers. Our love means we take to the battlefield with him, as we live and die as one.”

“How noble,” Z admitted she was intrigued. “Well I would like to say I have all the time in the world to enjoy your company,” she felt distracted by the buffet of almost naked, swollen chested and bulge endowed men in front of her. “But I have to return to my people in only a few days, so perhaps you could… hear my request?”

Selph, Khan, and his lovers all listened carefully.

***

Selph and Z had spent an hour talking after she made her request. They caught up with what the other had been doing in their time apart. She was surprised to learn that Selph had always been capable of becoming so large, and that it actually took more effort for him to be small. He never directly stated what it was that made him choose to exist massively now, but she had an inkling it had to do with the company of a specific resident. 

He explained he would have fulfilled her request personally but it took time to compress himself. He gave her use of one of his private islets as a way of apology.

It was flat and decorated with luxuries. It orbited the main island, and drifted in a clockwise circle through the Ethereal Sea. Its main attraction was the enormous “bath” that took up two thirds of the islet, like a lake with mosaic tiled edges. Z floated at its center, with the now disrobed war-husbands of Khan rubbing oils into her sapphire skin.

“Shall we begin?” Khan himself asked. He was even more impressive bereft of his harness. 

“Please,” Z spread out her limbs and opened her mouth. Khan approached with a heavy jug over one shoulder. He mounted Z’s chest and his bulge laid firmly between her breasts. Her own bulge swelled, anticipating what came next.

Khan poured a stream of glistening blue water into Z’s waiting mouth.

She drank it greedily, her body expanding the moment the first droplet touched her tongue. Her request was simple. She wanted to taste water of the purest, most divine quality. She wanted to be filled with the water she had helped create with her previous arrival. Nay, she wanted to be filled with it, until she became it in a burst of ecstasy.

She swelled faster, Khan riding against her chest even as her breasts ballooned to the size of hills and her stomach became large enough to host a township. The rest of the war-husbands climbed her, and rubbed against her. When she grew too big to feel them against her, she would moan out and they would bite down on their thumbs. They blew, hard, and inflated to increase their height and the width of their muscles. They never grew bigger than necessary to maintain peak intimacy with the goddess they admired, she could feel their lustful reverence and it only made her BIGGER.

“Ah yes, worship me! Worship me as though I were the air you breathe, as though the warm air pumping your bodies fuller WAS me. I want you to drink in the sight of me, like it’s the last setting sun. More, more, I want to be MORE!” 

It was rare that Z let loose. She was afraid to do so on the Ballanose plains for fear she injured her people. Here, that worry was abated. She could howl and thrash all night, and Selph’s wards would keep her from doing any harm. She saw Khan pump himself big enough for his round, lust addled face to be seen over her breasts. He was unable to keep the water pouring into her from the growing distance between the jug, and Z’s face, but no matter.

The water was inside of her now. It was multiplying, it was growing in volume. With the combined thrusting of eight hippo warriors, she sloshed to and fro, like an ocean unto herself. Her bulge, contained within the green wrapping between her legs, expanded and rose partly into the air like an emerald planet. Her arousal was becoming dangerously potent, explosive even.

“Oh yes, oh YES, I can FEEL it!” 

Her breasts grew to the size of mountains, and she swelled to fill the islet pool to capacity. Her aura radiated through the bodies of Khan and the war-husbands, and forced their bellies and covered bulges to expand with the fury of the stars. They blew up into taut, big snouted balloons. Each moaning, and creaking. Only Khan had retained a semblance of his bipedal form, and was rapidly slamming his bulge into Z’s cleavage. 

She moaned and reached orgasm with such intensity it caused each war husband to climax and detonate, one after the other. Each burst into a different color, red, orange, yellow, green, purple, pink, and finally… Khan, who was now floating above his revered goddess, screamed: “I EXPLODE FOR YOU, MY DIVIIIIIIIINE-”

KABOOM!

He, and Z, exploded together in an azure geyser of blue light and pure water. 

In the aftermath, eight hippos and one goddess breathed raggedly at the edge of the pool. 

Z ran a hand along her stomach and purred. “I still have an entire week, I hope you’re already to continue your worship~”

She said, rising, and looked at Khan amorously. “You certainly enjoyed my bounty,” she crooned. “Now I think it’s time I get to sit on ‘your’ breasts,” she placed a hand on his sweaty chest and smiled wickedly.

“Let’s see if you can outdo my last explosion.”