SPACED OUT (SANA TG) (Patreon)

Sal waited for the automated cleaners to finish their work on the lenses, one of the downsides of having an observatory in the middle of the Australian desert. The fine grains easily scratched the glass when the winds got worked up, but that was why they only took it out during still nights. It was certainly hard to find a spot more distant from civilization than here though, the solitude just fine for him, and the lack of light pollution gave a near unobstructed window into the galaxies beyond. Technically Antarctica was better, but he couldn't handle the cold and he was born and raised in Australian heat so this was where he felt the most comfort. Interestingly, tonight was one of great importance to him, part of the reason he had become an astronomer in the first place, the night of universal rebirth.

It had been one of the childhood stories one of the local Aboriginal tribes had brought up on a school trip, a special day when according to their calendar, the cosmos would align and a goddess would ascend from the heavens with the birth of a galaxy. Whoever witnessed it would be blessed with power and the wonders of the cosmos and he had been impressionable enough for that to stick all throughout the rather mechanically focused stretches of university and post grad work. Sal didn't have any real expectations past maybe a comet that comes around rarely, but there was a romantic excitement as he waited by the eyepiece, a small metallic ding announcing the cleaning's finish. He had a well thumbed copy of the original folk tale, notes scribbled in the margins for the modern constellation coordinates as it took another hour to precisely aim the massive scope, even a cm of error enough to send him off by great gulfs of space. He did one last check of his calculations as he waited with some snacks, his phone ringing at the two minute warning as he eagerly looked up to the sky, hoping he'd see something marvelous as the time of cosmic convergence arrived.

He had long lost anxiety over long waits during an observation, much of the time a whole night only having one or two moments of interest on a good one, the rainbow colored starbursts of distant cosmos still awe inspiring as a minute passed, the triple orb shaped cluster gleaming distantly with little to-

RRRR

There was a faint roaring, enough to be mistaken for the bloodrush in his ears, his eyes widening as a crack appeared in the layerd orbs, a jagged slice of white carved in space. He knew it was impossible to hear something that far away, yet the roar was growing, no wind to explain it away as the crack widened, the light spilling, spreading as he now heard a crunch like a mountain was being split. Sal was mesmerized as the galaxy split apart, the bright white light forming the shape of hands, the book of folklore dropping to the floor as he watched light split it wider, a great beam erupting forth, his eyes watering as it grew larger and larger, almost like it was rapidly approaching him, the hands reaching out for-

No this was absurd. Such a thing wasn't possible. He must have been hallucinating. He forced himself away, glancing at his monitor, surprised to see nothing, just a patch of empty starry space. Okay he wasn't that out of it. Sal quickly looked back in the scope, certain he wasn't-

"GAHH FUCK FUCK!!"

The light was blinding, his retinas burning as the hands filled the scope, overtaking the system, the galaxy, the sky, Sal stumbling back as he covered his eyes from the blinding afterimage scarred as he rapidly blinked. His eyes were throbbing, Sal feeling every push as the jelly groped at the sockets, his dull brown irises heated to a glowing sheen, burnished golden as something crunched, Sal grunting as his face shook with a strange energy, the sounds horrendous, but it felt... good?

Slowly the world was returning to him, tears washing away the last of the brown from his eyes, his nose feeling slightly cramped at the sinuses as he ran his fingers over his features, pausing as he traced the shape of his eyes. They felt bigger, an odd prickling at the edges of them, his lashes getting tangled as he opened his eyes wide, confused by the buzz growing in the bridge of his nose as his lashes grew fluttery and long. Of course this was little more than a fringe to his usual view, the more worrying thing happening under his thumbs as the buzz between his eyes worsened, pressure amping up around the bridge until a spasm ran through his face, his cock twitching as a small crunch shrank his nose to a minuscule jut.

"Wh-What the fuck?"

Sal wasn't a biologist, but he knew that wasn't natural, his fingers tracing a round, smooth nose, his eyes blinking as he swore they felt bigger, angled slightly and his unkempt brows above felt tidy and silky as he traced them over. He needed a mirror, this wasn't right, he had to- His thoughts were paused by a subtle, growing hiss mixed with a grating whistle building in pitch and volume, a red glow illuminating the observatory as he looked around, not needing long to see the telescope's eyepiece burning red as smoke trickled from warping metal, the glass melting as it shook. It was incomprehensible, the cosmic galaxy birthed light from eons away condensed by the layered lenses of the scope, Sal not even able to react as the entire viewing piece shattered, a dense flow of cosmic light making his eyes shut, his lids doing nothing to block the gleam as he wrenched them shut, screaming as something punched into his stomach, the snake of light driving into his body. It lasted for minutes; a strange, blissful heat wracking him over as the light thrust into him, Sal helpless as the dense light fucked his being, crammed tight into him until with a loud shriek, he crumpled to the floor, a light glow surrounding his limp body.

As sudden as it stopped, it restarted, Sal's body looking like it was being defibrillated as he tossed upwards, groaning as the invaded light thrashed inside his body, his skin an overly tight sausage containing the force of a supernova. The tightness continued to worsen, his skeleton's shape outlined as he jerked, his shoes oddly cramped, his clothes choking him as the energy rolled inside, thrashing against his flesh from the inside. It was violent, uncomfortable, yet the pain never quite flared, more just the result of his clothes feeling much like his flesh, too small for what they contained, all that stress building and building. He thought he was going to explode any second, his tensed skin pushed to its limit, pores forced to cough out their contents as hairs and zits were eradicated, beauty marks spread apart to nothing as his entire skin was pulled smooth by pressure alone. But right as he expected to burst, a loud muscular gurgle sounded instead, Sal grunting as he was strangled instead.

It felt like it anyways, his laces pulled taut, the tongue of his shoes squashed flat as the knot tightened and tightened till the shoelace snapped. It didn't help, his toes crushed against the ends, his own breaths struggling against the confines of his shirt as his shoulders were coiled tight inside. Worst was his cock, still completely erect, nearly crushed flat by the force of his shrunken shorts and underwear, a few plinks sounding off as threads began popping out his struggling form. The pain was too immense for him to notice his increasingly bared midriff, the seams struggling stitch by stitch to hold on. His shoulders gave in first, two loud crunches as they narrowed, pain racing through him as he thrashed wildly, too much for his clothes to handle as they tore to shreds.

The soles popped off first, his feet flexing as they burst through the bottoms, then his shirt, the sleeves tearing down the middle as the collar detached. His shorts tore down the middle, unable to contain him, cosmic radiation venting from his pores as any shreds of hair leftover were burnt to cinders. The final thing to go were his boxers, his cock tearing through the front, his hips stretching the rim of them till the latex strings inside snapped, giving him his first respite with a pleased gasp. Now that he had a moment, he could take stock of some irregularities, his lips feeling swollen as he breathed in gratefully, his voice sounding kind of mucusy. And then there was the pain, or the complete lack of it, just the same building heat that continued to ram against his flesh all over, insistently caressing and poking as his thighs fidgeted, that full body surge including his cock as it felt like a cosmic handjob, the muscles inside jerking itself as his breathing hitched with pleased coos.

"Ohhh~ god what's hahhh~ppening to me?!"

He moved his arm, gasping as the shoulder clicked into place, hot pleasure swimming over his skin as they both relocked, his slimmer frame feeling natural, as if they had always been that slim, that rounded. Another surge ran through his body, that same muscular churning, his bare ass cheeks squeaking against the floor as they subtly spread, his back sliding across the floor without moving as a massaging thickening around his spine spread his splayed form larger.

Looking down his cock looked larger, not just because of how weirdly turned on he was as the flesh of it subtly surged, but it was past that. Sal was many things, but gifted down there he wasn't, his cock looking to be almost a foot long despite that. But even weirder was that proportionally, it looked to fit, another surge running through him as he moaned, seeing his squirming thighs overtake the square patterning of the floor, realizing that somehow, he was growing!

It was hard to focus, the sight of his undulating cock making it harder to ignore the pleasure, his tip wet as the thrashing of his thighs didn't help, the ungodly smooth flesh adding to the fire surging within. A hot flash overtook his mind, seeing stars for a second, a giggle leaking from his lips at how good it all felt. The gold shined brightly in his eyes as they opened, new desires whispering in his subconscious, his eyes drifting from his erection to lower, glancing at his feet as they twitched.

They looked softer, rounder, growing with the rest of him with every surge yet they had a different proportion, the middles slimmer, the heels receding more as the harder he focused the better the heat felt in them. He flexed them, moaning in a warbled tone, feeling each joint in his toes pop one by one as they slimmed, rubbing them together as the arches grew exaggerated. It felt so good to grind his heels together, his cock twitching as they slendered. It made him want to give in. Such cute bodily supports so nice after being stuck alone in the cold dark space for-

A cold sweat broke out on Sal's plucked brow, the ridges of his forehead flattening as he realized there was more than just energy inside, some presence lodged inside. It was mystical, unimaginable, and seemed to have a foot fetish. And it was making him feel so good. Yes having a body was so nice, but this form wasn't correct. Soon it'd be much more terrifying to feel it take over when he flinched from pleasure. Suddenly the constant stroking of his cock felt more ominous, a correlation between the bursts of pleasure and growth and ooh so if that thing was dealt with then the rebirth would be easier?

"Huh? W-Wait no I didn't- GYAAA AHHH AHHH FHHHHYYUUUUUUCK!"

The surges hastened, rubbing his cock from inside beyond what he could handle as he bucked, moaning as a thick spray of cum boiled out, his pale white skin tanning slightly as he felt an inch of it suck inside.

He was unintelligible for a half minute, grinding his ass against the floor as sticky white cum spilled out over him, making a mess of his chest as the stray thoughts enjoyed the feeling, a repeated again again echoing in his mind as his tongue lolled. Another surge, another half inch sucked inside, his balls swollen with lust as he came, his cheeks scrunched into a cuter formation as his ruddier complexion darkened another shade. It was still minute, like sips of coffee spilled into a cup of cream, but the heat was making it unbearable, his skin sensitive to the most minute of touches, making the full body darkening an invisible, untraceable tease to his weakening will.

By now he was past ten feet tall, not lanky or reedy but just oversized. If this kept up he'd soon be unable to stand, Earth's gravity too much for his body to function at this size, bones poking against skin each time to signal the next size increase, poke pleasure cum repeating in a cycle as he whined like a struck animal, starry vistas filling in the new tissue in his brain with each size increase, his old brain beginning to suffocate under the memories of a goddess. In desperation he gripped his cock, feeling the bones in his fingers poke his shaft, the muscle swell, the slickly coated shaft plugging in as it shrank to ten inches. The pleasure made his grip tighten, some pain racing down his member as the heat surged once more, his fingers coated in cum, the cosmically irradiated spunk wrapping around them, his grip sliding once again as he bucked, more spunk gushing out to cover up to his arms as it turned to a latexy material, softly gripping his arms in sleeves as his cock once more pulled an inch inside... back to ten inches.

By the tenth cycle past that he realized something was wrong, even in his pleasure addled state, the hungry sucks getting stronger, more and more cock fucking his innards as his hips grew tight, a noticeable, ecstasy filled bunch scraping against his pelvis as his voice cracked higher from the pleasure. But that wasn't what was weird. It shouldn't have mattered, his fingers shrunken to dainty, slippery things, unable to grip, only jerk as his attempts to stop it continued, his cum covered abdomen thickening as it rolled up towards the remnant collar of his shirt, converting it to white as the last of its tightness pushed the last of his throat's apple inwards. It was maddening to have your own cock fuck you again and again and again, but a certainty filled him as the continued fucking made the ache between his hips worse, the tugs more violent. At least a foot of cock must have plunged inside by now, so how was it still fucking him?

It came after two more cycles, his complexion now a thoroughly creamed coffee, his arms squeezed into slender things, well as slender as you could call them on his twenty foot tall body, his thrashing orgasms beginning to shake the ground as he stared between his legs. It was in the growth stage, his cock gaining size each surge before the fucking, thickening, gaining ground before the force sucked whatever gains it made back inside creating a perpetual self fucking machine as his cock continued to compress, the suck growing stronger, denser, nearing critical mass as the pressure amped up between his hips.

He gripped his sides, bucking as he came out more of his paleness, his skin lightly tanned, nipples darkened to a milk chocolate color as his cum soaked torso was clutched by a unitard like white dress, the hem of it creeping down to wrap around his cock.

"FUUUUCK ST-HYAAAP S-Stop resisting! We're almost at critical mass! Lets lose that needless antenna in a biiiiig wa- HYAAA GAAAWWWD N-NOOO!"

The dress stroked his cock, pulling it out only to push it back inside, treating it like an air pump as Sal writhed in blissful agony, unable to escape, only feel the pressure worsen between his thighs as he was forced to cum again and again, his own cock like a dildo carving out new space as it crammed and compressed.

On the fiftieth cycle something changed, a rumble in his stomach, Sal's body over forty feet tall, the cock crushed inside showing the first signs of becoming a singularity as without the usual growth, he could feel it suck. It wasn't just his cock, his sweat soaked sides trembling as critical mass was reached, his sides caving into the pressure, leaving his form shapely and curved as he felt the next batch of cum begin to erupt out his shaft, only to be sucked back into the inescapable force, fucking his already inverting cock as his shaft made like a dying star and began its inevitable collapse into a black hole.

It didn't just slip inside, it buckled, strangled shrieks of ecstasy filling the observatory as it bent in the middle, different sections plunging and plugging as the tip crinkled to the sides, entering his shaft at an awkward angle that only made the plunging all the more blissful. Each time he came it would only suck back in harder, the full crumpled mess of a cock finally unable to resist as it popped near instantaneously inside, Sala shrieking as shoots of gleaming white hair popped from his shaking, growing cranium. The entire shaft had been compressed into a large, pulsing clit of a black hole, the mass forcing his hips to crack apart as his balls hung feebly over the maw of his freshly minted pussy, his thoughts eroding with the fateful tug as his balls were sucked into the event horizon.

If it had just been a simple pop like the last of his cock, Sala might have been able to hang on to himself, but it was the start of something truly rapturous, each lump of flesh spiraling through his pussy towards the center, teasing his lips, his walls, fucking him intimately as they spaghettified the closer they rimmed towards the center. It was more pleasure than a human could contain, galaxy sized ecstasy as the goddess's will took over more and more of his head.

His head was now the size of the observatory's massive monitors, one of his feet kicking aside a two ton machine as he thrashed, his body approaching the sides of the full observatory. His brain was lodged at the center of the goddess's growing mind, crushed by the immensity of space, the pleasure of the cosmos plowing deeper and deeper. Sala gave one final, weak whimper as her balls hit their breaking points, swirling in and in until both jabbed her clit. They tore, her mind snapping as they were swallowed into her new genitals, Sana screeching as she bucked, the building shaking as she came out gallons of white that cleared to a starry sparkle, her skin tanning to a smooth, chocolate shade as she came.

There were a series of loud crunches as the observatory rumbled and shattered, the building breaking like an egg as a giant gloved hand burst through one end, a massive white glow lighting up the desert sky as her hair spilled out into waves of silky, starlit locks. The goddess's pleasure echoed across the barren waste, her legs kicking out next, calves shapely and curved as tech flew out from her wild blissful spasms. She emerged a horny mess, in love with the fleshy sensations, unhampered by the falling concrete, all of it bouncing harmlessly off her massive body as her thighs rubbed together, her rebirth not yet complete.

Faintly she could hear her host's cries fading as the immensity of space swallowed him, her fingers tracing the curves of her new body, relishing in corporeal bliss before her eyes landed on the telescope she had hitched a ride on, its massive, cylindrical shape one of the few things still comparable to her gigantic form, a light blush on her cheeks as she scanned the flatlands, making sure no one was watching. It fit perfectly into her rift, loud, accented coos leaking out as the pleasure surged, her cosmic energy pooling under each nipple and ass cheek as it split and crashed together, the force of galaxy birthing making something far less complex, fat.

The faster she rode the telescope the greater the bliss, her pussy leaking as sumptuous fat thickened throughout her thighs, her ass cheeks clapping together with the force of a meteor strike as her orgasmic quivers were strong enough to register on the richter scale. She couldn't tell what was better though, the repeated fucking of her pussy or the erotic swelling of her nipples, each one swelling with enough gravitational pull to suck in smaller planets, the giant tits growing in sensitivity with every eruption of fat as they filled her dress, the goddess shrieking as she squeezed a tit, the telescope shooting out into the distance as comet like starbursts gushed from her finished form.

"Ahh~ there we go. Having a body is so much fun! Though I should probably stop growing before I destroy this tiny planet."

Her height paused at the size of a large hill, the goddess focusing as she pointed towards the starry aftermath of her orgasms, the cosmic forces molding them into a set of pink white and purple hair ties and a spiral antenna. She planted it in the crown of her head, doing up her hair as she began to shrink, the limiter making her more human sized, since there was no point in gaining a body and coming to the planet if not to enjoy the human population. Though apparently her clothes weren't granted the same shrinkage. They grew more billowy, eventually slipping off her entirely as she looked around, spotting a half crushed locker of her former self.

She did feel a little bad taking him over, though it wasn't like he was gone entirely, his thoughts just eclipsed by her own countless eons of experience mentally, though maybe because she hadn't ever talked before, her lips kept his Aussie accent as she shrank to human size, pulling on his jeans and a wife beater that just barely covered her rather large breasts as a makeshift bra. All in all, not a bad look for her, and she figured with her looks she'd have a fun time in the mortal realm. There had been a lot of delicious looking sweets as well that she had wanted to try and plenty of that fluffy brown stuff that people used for seemingly everything. With a look of wonder in her eyes and the world at her call, the goddess of space descended onto Earth, ready to have a good time.