John Draws Upon Every Scrap Of Power He Has And Grows The Absolute Biggest He's Capable Of Getting.

John draws upon every scrap of power he has and grows the absolute biggest he's capable of getting.

Often times he wondered how big he could get. Several times he had grown large enough that his height could only be counted in light-years, and even then the light-years looked like millimeters compared to his vastness. But he had never gone to what was his limit. Did he even have a limit? He wasn’t quite sure…There was always a chance to find out.It was easy to forget how powerful he really was. Yes, he showed it off when he devours entire galaxies, create new planets out of dust, or wipe out an entire race with a bat of his eye. But he could do so much more, if he put his mind to it. All of that was but a fraction of what he could truly do. Today, however, was not the day that he decided to experiment with his true abilities.He started at his smallest, two-hundred feet, and rose up from there. The planets which had dwarfed him soon shrunk to nothing but specks in his vision within seconds, and still he continued to grow. The Solar System that housed his Earth became infinitesimal before his very eyes, and the Milky Way soon after that. Galaxies began to spin around his incredible form, forming chains as they gravitated to him. Soon, they too became nothing.For a while it was just him and the darkness of space, and it was only when he focused on one spot could he see the true details. Nebulae and galaxies, millions upon millions of stars the size of atoms compared to him. Then, he felt like he hit something. It wasn’t solid, though he couldn’t seem to pierce through it. He continued to grow, his body curling up as much as it could in the increasingly tighter space.And soon, the pressure was gone, and he was left staring at a swirling cosmic mass of a Genesis Frog. He had popped straight out of its stomach, which sealed itself shortly after. Glancing around, he saw similar Frogs, all of varying size and color. They all retained the same, blank look in their eyes. He grew and he grew until he could hold one of the frogs between his fingers, and decided to stop there.This was it. There was nothing more outside of these frogs. Unless…One of John’s unimaginably macroscopic hands picked up one of the frogs, his own frog, and popped it into his mouth. If there was nothing outside of the frogs, then /he/ would be what is outside of it. John himself would be the holder of not just one universe in his stomach, but all universes. And from the looks of it? He had a whole lot of frogs to consume.

Here’s the 2nd-place winning suggestion of the August Patreon Poll: "A sequel to the old volleyball pic with Aradia, Terezi, and Vriska. They’ve all grown a lot since then and all have very thick hourglass figures. Aradia is slightly more bottom heavy while Vriska is a bit bustier. Terezis figure is balanced.“

Here’s the 2nd-place winner of the July Patreon poll: “A sequel to these two Summer!stuck pictures (#1, #2) with Rose being back and with way bigger hips/thighs and huge boobs of her own. Jade and Vriska have gone through some growth of their own and are both even bustier and with slightly bigger hips/thighs. the discussion about bra problems continues with Rose included now and everyone is bulging out of their tops lots! Rose still has the beachball with her giving us a great size comparison.”

Top three poll winners get drawn every month, and $10 donators get to submit poll options (maximum 3 characters)!

Titanic Muscle!Fef

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Prompt: AU where john is a twisted and evil god who takes immense pleasure in making the lives of tinies a living hell.

His face filled the Earth’s skies once more, stretching on for miles and miles. Had they not known who He was, not known what He could do, will do, and has done, the people of Earth would have thought Him to be a stunning, beautiful monolithic being. He was like an Ancient Greek statue, molded to perfection, except His beauty and glory was almost too much to bear. Especially considering the fact He was a monster.For as long as any humans living on Earth could remember, they had been used like some sort of entertainment for Him. They were forced to bow down and pray to Him, as He was God. He had created them out of nothing, and for that they should be thankful. They had to scream themselves hoarse for mercy, for forgiveness–but what did they need forgiveness for? What had they done?Sometimes He would listen to their pleas, spare them some pain for a single day…But most of the time, He would ignore them, and their hell would continue anew.Today, their God looked contemplative. His face was stoic and cold, indifferent, glorious, miles wide eyes narrowed down at them. They suspected the Earth was simply the size of a pea to Him today.After a moment, His voice boomed from the heavens, making several million go deaf simply from hearing the first word.“You pitiful little insects…You think that round of groveling was enough to earn mercy? I am God, you pathetic dust-mites, and I deserve so much more than that!”Chaos ensued then, just as it always did when He rejected their pleas. It was a stressful couple of moments as He contemplated what to do with them.And then His mouth opened, blowing a wave of hot breath at the planet. Earth shook violently simply from that, buildings toppling over from the force of a single, small breath from their God. Almost ironically to all the pain it caused, at least his breath didn’t smell bad. In fact, it was a lovely scent, like the winds blowing through a field…His tongue, large enough to hold their entire solar system upon, stretched out underneath their planet, slamming into it with such a force those who survived afterward probably had a miracle on their side.Or a curse.The Earth moved at an impossible speed towards the gaping astronomical maw of God, a single drip of saliva coating the planet and promptly drowning all who still lived. Or, at least, all but one, who watched the planet become crushed by nothing more than a tongue.A minute later, their planet reformed, everything still intact, everyone still living, as His smile stretched devilishly above them.“Tomorrow will be worse, little ones…” His thunderous voice cooed.“Tomorrow your whole galaxy gets no mercy from God.”

SPENDING THE LAST FEW DAYS OF WARMTH BEFORE WINTER COMES TO BITE OUR ASSES WITH ITS CHILLY FANGS.

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