Cozy Grow

- Another 10 Years Later -

Cozy Glow felt like something was missing from her existence.

By all accounts, she was on top of the world, figuratively and literally. What laws she couldn't enforce through sheer intimidation, loyal underlings ensured were obeyed. All served her, all worshiped her. Simultaneously, the favors creatures begged and preyed for had gotten more numerous, now that she was the sole wielder of magic. And while some were novel, most blended together, even if she twisted things around. She could only 'heal the crops' while also turning them into totally different plants so many times before it ceased to be funny.

Basically any whim Cozy had, she could follow. Reshaping the now uninhabited city of Cloudsdale into a new throne for her mile-high frame? Done. Redesign her armor to be less uncomfortably pointy but just as alluring? Done. Turn a lake into cherry soda and drink the whole thing? Done. Fill the same lake back up with her pussy juice afterwards? Done.

That's just it, though. She was finished, and didn't want to be finished. There were no more lands to explore, no more ignorant creatures to mold. No more hurdles or obstacles, no matter how minor. Yes, she could scramble the continents if she felt like it, but it wasn't the same, knowing approximately how they'd end up. Cozy had thought about wiping everyone's memories, conquering them all over again, but their personalities would lead them down the same path. Besides, brainwashing was too easy, no fun at all. Plus, no pleasure spell on her part managed to compare to the electrifying sensation of growing larger, gaining raw power. Orgasms were great, sure, objectively more pleasurable, but they weren't the same.

But one, day, while visiting a palm-sized hospital, Cozy Glow was struck by the love in the eyes of multiple parents as they tended to their powerless but admittedly cute newborns. Love of a different sort, that she never received, before or after her rise to godhood. And she had an epiphany. Yes, Equus, and all its peoples, was hers. But she hadn't really made anything, only taken things. Nor had she nurtured anyone. A dormant part of herself, once the idea materialized, refused to abandon it. Then the very much not hidden part of herself realized exactly what would happen if she tried, and how far she could take it: a multiple pregnancy beyond natural limits, with a substantial side benefit. So, as she always did, Cozy followed through.

With her power, she sent a brief yet tantalizing telepathic message to every adult on the planet: 'If you would take the opportunity to knock up your goddess, be you male or female, come to Ponyville in one moon's time.'

When the day came, Cozy approached from the neighboring prairie, trampling rolling hills flat as her head crested the horizon. They'd answered her call in droves, congregating by the tens of thousands at the edge of the hamlet, once more sleepy without its princess. But Cozy had the sleeping part covered now. Looking down on the population she'd summoned, multiple times larger than Ponyville's native occupancy, she could pick out a few familiar faces. Old Svengallop and Lily Longsocks, each equally devoted in their own way, had been eagerly awaiting the opportunity to please her. Clump and Fume were there too, surprisingly, along with plenty of other mares and stallions she vaguely recognized from her churches around the country. And on the crowd's edge, eclipsing the cottages, was her fuckbuddy Torch, the elder dragon still only a few inches tall to Cozy.

Cozy leaned forwards, resting her hands on her knees, and smiled gratefully. "Looks like quite the collection answered my summons." She quirked an eyebrow mischievously. "Are you sure you can all cope with the task ahead? I'm a lot to handle, perhaps too much. Getting me as pregnant as I'd like isn't going to be easy on you."

The thousands assembled shouted reassurances skyward, deafening only when not compared to Cozy's own voice. "Bring it on, babe!" exclaimed Fume. "For you, my goddess, anything!" confirmed Svengallop. "I've secretly wished for this for years!" said Socks.

"Haha, such enthusiasm! Don't worry about taking turns, or anything like that," Cozy said. "I want each and every one of you to paint my insides white. Once you're all spent, I'll teleport you home." That last part was a lie, told strategically to... alleviate restraint. If she knew where literally all of her subjects lived, she would have teleported them all here to begin with, instead of waiting weeks. "But first..."

A flash of her horn, and Cozy changed two things. First, every female mote of dust by her feet - perhaps one tenth of the congregation - was transformed into a male mote of dust, with full balls to match. Second, their clothes, for those who hadn't already stripped, also disappeared, exposing penises of all shapes and sizes, each rod prepared specifically for the empress that towered far higher than any erection.

Cozy hummed in approval, liking what she saw. The enviable girls (well, enviable for normies) made for sculpted boys too. "There, now you're all ready. My turn."

Mentally shedding her armor, Cozy Glow turned around and knelt before kicking her legs out to either side of town, sending a tremor through the earth. Lying down onto her stomach, her huge tits squished between her torso and the land beneath, her gigantic pussy crashed right in front of them. Much of Ponyville was cast into shadow by her flagging tail, larger than most clouds, but the light from her own body ensured Cozy's goods were properly displayed. And what wares they were. Quite ready to reproduce with her miniature suitors, Cozy's cunt glistened with wetness, her steamy musk wafting over all of Ponyville. Running an arm down her back, pushing a wing upwards, resting her wrist between the muscular lines of her asscheeks, she spread her labia to the sides with two fingers. This exposed her stupidly deep, pink passageway, opening larger than any cave, ready to admit all comers. Her fifty-foot clit throbbed right in front of everycreature as they swooned with desire.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Cozy purred. "Here, I'll even make it easier for you mites to reach." With a thought, she conjured a wide steel staircase leading from the ground to the top of her clit, so they didn't have as hard a time climbing. "It's rude to keep a mare waiting. Doubly so for an empress."

They did not need to be told twice, with passion-fueled cheers and more than a few battle cries, hundreds of naked ponies, zebras, buffalo, and more charged up the stairs that marked the first leg of their journey inside Cozy Glow. Peppering her great nub with their passing, they climbed up her outermost folds, the flesh moldable enough to allow for tiny claws and fingers to find purchase in spite of the gathered moisture. The wall wasn't too high, only a few dozen feet, but some found scaling it difficult with the raging hard-ons they sported. Others, like Svengallop, just weren't in the best shape.

Still, they powered through, making it up to her vagina proper. There, they had to navigate the unstable terrain, a hot, sticky swamp of turgid bumps and ridges. It was slow going, but they had all the juices they could drink to keep their energy up. And the whole hike wasn't too long, just a short five hundred feet. Cozy felt as well as saw their progress. When more than a few stopped halfway to fall and rub against her g-spot, she egged them along with a husky tone. "As excellent as I'm sure you feel, you have to keep going. You're almost at your real destination, the place where your goddess needs you."

This was enough to snap those distracted out of their hyperaroused dazes and back on track. Another conjured staircase helped the horny throng up and through her cervix, the comparatively narrow, membranous section of Cozy's genitals still admitting all but the largest of her studs without issue. And then, they were in her cathedral-sized womb, the place just as sacred as one. Their footsteps on the tender organ triggered a slew of gentle sparks, and Cozy's resulting moan rumbled around them.

With passion, they dispersed, each creature claiming a section of womb to throw themselves against and hump like mad, their pinprick pricks sliding across her flesh. When too many had made it and Cozy's womb ran out of room, some of the stallions, jacks, and drakes just started masturbating as they listened to the sounds of her aroused body all around them. Others charged even deeper, venturing up her fallopian tubes to jam their cocks into her ovaries directly, the experience of having them there making Cozy's sheer thirst to be bred bubble even higher.

"Mmm, that's it, my little sperm cells," Cozy uttered. "Don't be afraid to fuck me dangerously rough, I can take it. Cut loose, do your one job and cum inside your goddess!"

At that, the huge gangbang - featuring Cozy as both the recipient and the venue - reached a wild crescendo, the multitude of males increasing the pace of their lovemaking. Surrounded by sex, it would be impossible for them to hold out much longer. In fact, impassioned, involuntary groans signaled that many climaxes were starting right now. The formerly female creatures fucking her slickness were the first to pop, unused to the sensations their dicks were flooding them with. Among them was Socks, who humped the wall of Cozy's womb like a stallion possessed. "Oh, empress, I've never! This is—! I can't—! AHH!"

Socks, and dozens of others, came dense, continuous ropes, their primal groans echoing across the rounded chamber as their meager essence splattered into Cozy. But instead of letting up over time, as was the norm, their output only increased with each passing second, thanks to a custom spell she'd cast prior, manifesting Cozy's divine desires. Gushing all over the place, thrusting and throbbing like mad, the bodies of Socks and company began to shrink as the puddles of their gluey semen grew. Too busy experiencing the strongest orgasms of their respective lives, nobody noticed or cared as every part of them save their cocks was converted into cum for Cozy to absorb. Socks produced as much as he could for her, his consciousness fading into blissful oblivion as his whole body was squeezed out through his dick, which collapsed twitching into his own cum before it, too, melted into more.

Too busy with their own efforts, the other males didn't even notice their fellows' explosive endings. And more creatures kept piling through Cozy's cervix to replace them, making it from outside. Cozy wasn't getting very much pleasure from their actions, at least not yet, so she simply relaxed and watched the show as more and more stallions delved into her cunt and spent themselves as pools of baby batter. Nothing would top the experience of fathering demigods with Cozy anyway, so she knew they would pass on without regrets.

Hours passed in this manner, thousands of creatures blasting gallons of seed after teasing Cozy Glow's soft, immensely inviting reaches, which were plenty large enough to hold it all. Outside, the Ponyville natives, going about their pitiful lives, tried in vain not to stare as the vast group filed into her, the muscles of her legs and ass occasionally twitching overhead.

Finally, after all the others had entered, Torch leapt for Cozy. "You get the best for last, my treasure!" he proclaimed, diving headfirst into her pussy. Torch was big enough that he actually filled the width of her, and he had to crawl on all fours, wings and shoulders brushing up into all sorts of nice places as he pressed forwards wholly into his lover. Cozy cried out as he forced his spiny body through her cervix, wading through the cum inside her before shoving his dick down one of her egg tubes: a perfect fit.

Both he and Cozy lost themselves in the fantasy of the moment as Torch pistoned with strength, deforming her womb with the strength of his hug. He, completely inside a mate. She, alight with anticipation of the end as a new act was performed on her.

Despite his centuries of practice, Torch couldn't last any longer than the others in such a lewd environment. Roaring with an intensity worthy of the fire he once possessed, he erupted, his lordly form blasting through his reptilian shaft into nearly as much cum as the rest of her partners combined, inundating her ovary. Cozy sighed with satisfaction: it was over. She hadn't hit her own high, but now, she was about to bask in something excessively enlivening. Time to put all this semen to use.

With a magical flex, Cozy pulled all the cum she'd been gifted into her ovaries. Able to replicate each spermatozoa with her power when they ran low, she was now the proud owner of twin print-on-demand baby factories. And production would start posthaste.

Not moving from her prone position atop the prairie grasses, Cozy's lecherous smile changed to a more sincere one as she focused intently within. She sighed as the first few foals germinated by her power, brought into being. They rapidly aged to term, little limbs pawing as Cozy raised up a string of infants within her womb, an unending chain of pure, innocent life which wouldn't be ceasing anytime soon. For each new soul born to a magic being came with their own innate magic, within the typical range for their race, give or take any outliers. However, not in this case. They would have, if Cozy's body had not immediately absorbed the magic from each fetus. And all of her unborn children were bat-winged alicorns like their mother. So, each time she impregnated herself, Cozy had a major growth spurt, every new life taking up less room inside her than they gave to Cozy. The result? A most spectacular cataclysm.

"Yeeesss," Cozy hissed, as her peerless figure expanded, stretching past even more ludicrous sizes. "Finally."

Ponyville was the first to fall. As her humongous body filled out, doubling, tripling, and then some, her hips and legs knocked down homes one row after the other, ponies beginning to panic as their livelhoods met their demise in the form of an ever larger, ever sexier Cozy Glow. Her labia flattened the town hall as she passed the five mile mark, her colossal muff swelling more quickly than any could hope to outrun as Cozy injected herself with hundreds of kids-to-be. It was as if her nerves were being overclocked, an inferno of lust to complement the soothing whirlpool of motherly love in her core. No way she was stopping now!

Lifting her head, Cozy moaned louder than a tornado, watching as her muzzle approached Canterlot, her own horn already taller than the peak. She devilishly snapped the whole city into her mouth as she grew past it, leaving the mountain's base to be subsumed by her ballooning cleavage. Canterlot tasted incredible, with all its finery, but she downed it immediately, before the city dwindled down too miniscule to swallow. She giggled in anticipation; it was only going to feel better the more titanic she became.

The air grew stifling with body heat and her own scent as Cozy's burgeoning curves encroached in all directions, bulldozing the landscape exponentially. One of her expanding glutes smashed into her city-sized cloud throne, dissipating it into mist. A breast rolled over Fillydelphia, the rich story of the historic metropolis ending with the collateral arrival of single titty, her aching nipple carving a wide furrow miles away from the city limits. A hand, slamming into the earth in the throes of ecstasy, cracked the tectonic plate, unleashing magnitude ten quakes onto those who narrowly escaped being flattened. Erect wings spread outside the atmosphere, a preview of what was to come for the millions they spanned overtop. Even distant Mareami, as used to asinine disasters as Ponyville, was no match for her wiggling toes, which pulverized boardwalks and towers in equal measure.

"W-Who's your mommy?" Cozy bellowed, barely able to think straight with all her senses being assaulted by her own supremacy. As she squirmed with elation, grinding villages to dust beneath her stomach, Cozy brought her spread legs back together. Her smooth feet, toned calves, and voluptuous thighs swept across the land in duel tsunamis of living weight. Nothing was spared, the featureless ruin left in their wake fanning for miles and miles across Equestria. And that was the whole of Equestria, as Cozy Glow was now as big as the entire continent, now baring over a million foals and able to feel the curve of the planet against her own.

Cozy halted her progress for a moment to take it all in, slowly twisting and rising to a seated position, the near-lunar mass of her torso sucking up tons of atmospheric gas. In the process, areas of the nation unlucky enough to have eluded Cozy's blessings got to receive them, her ass crater-izing regions of the map. Shit, was she big. Splotchy patches of white, blue, green, and brown were all she would have been able to see, were her vision not enhanced. Zooming in, everycreature stood transfixed in awe or horror as her perfect, nude physique went on for hundreds of miles.

Still, she wasn't even close to her ideal size, yet. With a single flap of her godly wings, Cozy broke free of the world, rising into space. The rubble of civilization clinging to her coat as she cut loose her earthly tether, she took her place among the stars, a living planet in her own right. Once she was a reasonable distance away, the moon, sun and other planets orbiting around her and Equus, Cozy resumed generating nation after nation's worth of babies. She moaned as her power spiked even higher, breasts shaking against her torso with the force of asteroid impacts.

As she grew back towards her birthplace, ponies looked up to see incomprehensible walls of coral skin blanketing the heavens, in truth just her inner thighs. A pussy big enough to take the whole world within its folds stretched and widened above half the globe. Cozy smirked down to address the tiny world, now smaller than one of her eyes. She was about to commit an unspeakable act of devastation for her own amusement, and wished to give her old home a proper send-off. (Having so much power, ensuring her speech was audible across the void was a trivial matter.) "Sorry, everyone! This was fun, but I'm off to bigger and better things. I don't need Equus anymore, but know that your legacy will live on forever as my progeny. Bye!"

With remorseless glee, Cozy Glow caused armageddon by bringing her legs together, instantly crushing the whole planet. The lava, rocks, and water which made up all that remained spilled out into space as she opened her limbs back up. "And that's the end of that. No more holding back; I'm gonna become a real goddess! Hnng."

No longer exercising her self-restraint, Cozy rapidly ballooned in size, the distance her wings had placed between her torso and the remains of Equus canceled out, her piping, planetary folds blasting into them like a train against a fog bank. Quadrupling in length and circumference again and again, the other planets equally outmatched by her curves, it wasn't long before Cozy Glow was so humongous that she could fit the sun in the palm of her hand. Curious to see how it tasted, she brought the sphere of fusing hydrogen and helium to her muzzle like an apple, biting a huge, delicious chunk out of the light she had dutifully shepherded. Still becoming more fruitful and more massive by the second, she wasn't able to get the rest down her throat before it shrunk to the size of a pea. Oh well, it was basically just flavorless heat anyway; she had an exciting rush to continue savoring.

And what a rush is was. Unparalleled energies invigorated every part of her celestial stature as Cozy quickly outgrew the solar system. However, she wasn't even close to being finished; her pregnancy wasn't even showing, yet! Now creating babies in batches of billions at a time, her body filled the interstellar emptiness, other stars and planets the size of dust motes smashed to middling debris against her expanding assets. Soon, she passed a full light year in height, with no signs of slowing down. In fact, her growth and fertility accelerated, Cozy losing herself to the experience. Panting, her face destroyed what gas giants, belts of space rock, and boiling plasma didn't get sucked into her lungs as a star-shattering hand found its way to her cunt, wet with enough juices to sustain life on thousands of worlds.

As she jilled herself off, the number of children she bore passed the 10 trillion mark, her nipples and toes punching through nebulae. Practically large beyond description, Cozy's body also readily drew in magic from the rest of the galaxy, thousands more power-rich planets syphoning into her. She already had enough power that she was essentially omnipotent, and all Cozy wanted to do with that power was get even more, reach even wilder heights of lust.

Doing just that, her breathy cries vibrating at a pitch strong enough to bend the very waveforms of light, Cozy Glow's twitching wings and tail blasted apart millions of solar systems at once as she reached the size of the galaxy itself, over 30 thousand light years tall. Not even the supermassive black hole at the spiral's core could stand up to Cozy's unstoppable binge, and it broke open against her ass as she grew faster and faster. "I-I can't stop myself! Gotta get bigger! Gotta have all the kids!"

Surging outwards, filling the great, interstellar void with a mare to end all mares, her body began to draw other galaxies towards it with the irresistible tug of gravity, the curve of the fabric of spacetime giving way to Cozy's own, holy curves. Stars exploded by the billions as said galaxies collided with Cozy's impossible, impeccable tits and pussy, still growing hyper, ultra. Her stomach was beginning to show a gravid bulge now, her abs losing definition as countless alicorns filled her womb with life and joy. Overwhelmed with bliss only she could, or would ever, feel, Cozy couldn't focus well enough to keep masturbating while also ensuring her growth kept accelerating. Galactic eyes zoning out, menacing slits replaced with hearts, she put her ovaries into overtime, each organ many light years wide and churning with the fires of creation.

Gasping and writhing, Cozy grew to the point where whole galactic superclusters were disintegrating against her skin, the wispy masses of tiny galaxies becoming even wispier as they met her crotch, her underboob, her everywhere. The magic of the universe was pouring into her, any and all other civilizations she was destroying with her body - no matter how advanced - paling in number of individuals when compared to her pregnancy. Her womb stretched more quickly than any other part of her as Cozy lurched larger by millions of light years every second.

Mouth stuck open in sheer sensory overload, Cozy's horn and feet breached the edges of the universe, her divine flesh the first matter to reach that far into the endless boundaries of space, her height now clocking in at a staggering 100 billion light years as she outgrew all of existence. As she reached the final stage of her pregnancy, her belly button distending out from the taut, spherical surface of her stomach, the last remaining galaxies were erased, struck down by the small of her back. The universe was gone, two trillion galaxies, each home to billions of stars, replaced by the much larger mass that was Cozy Glow in one fell swoop. But she herself now shone far more brilliantly and beautifully than any star, so it was no great loss.

Cozy Glow had finally gotten what she wanted, and it had only been at the expense of literally everything else. As the sublime pleasure of growth tapered off into the limitless plateau that was her new normal, she rubbed her fecund stomach and grinned. "Mmm, that sure was something. I'm truly a goddess now, capable of anything. But I believe my first act as ruler of infinity will be to replace and upgrade what I've broken."

Gingerly, or as gingerly as one of her magnitude could, Cozy pinched her nipples, each so vast as to be impossible to traverse in a lifetime, and slightly darker in color from her pregnancy. With an effortless exertion of her might, white-hot fluid exploded from them with tremendous force; not milk, but magically-augmented plasma. Once outside Cozy's heavenly body, the plasma was drawn together by gravity, taking shape into a brand new universe, much vaster that the old one, with plenty of habitable worlds among the coalescing firmament due to the extra magic. She kept lactating for a long while, her boobs - with a cup size clocking in at who knew how many Z's - fueled by an endless reservoir of energy. Eventually, the new reality she'd created was ready, and she smiled with satisfaction.

Now, she could finally welcome her children into their lives. Even Cozy couldn't count exactly how many babies waited inside her womb. Not because she failed to feel them all, but because she lacked the vocabulary and education in mathematics. Numbers many times greater than a trillion trillions didn't usually come up in mortal life. Still, she had a few more tweaks to make first. With a simple, easy spark, Cozy aged the foals linked to her into young adults of sixteen, doubling the size of her stomach in the process. It now looked as if she was carrying twins, relatively speaking, and the fullness was satisfying, like a soft afterglow. Next, she imparted most of her own knowledge into them, basic things like language and how to maintain a society. Cozy left their souls as they were, without peeking, nor did she share the information of her existence as their mother, planning to watch billions of reactions over the coming eons.

Then, and only then, did she begin to give birth. She bit her lip as her water broke, spilling super-galactic volumes of liquid below her, which solidified into endless bands of ice planets as her body heat dissipated. Cozy left them there; maybe her descendants could make pilgrimages once they invented space travel. After that, she simply teleported all of her kids out and onto appropriate planets she'd located with her divine sight.

Even so, there wasn't enough room for all of the many, many teenagers to live comfortably on planets, only about half, but she'd accounted for that. The rest, Cozy placed at various points on her body, beneath and between the tremendous hairs of her coat. Her pores made for endless, rich oceans, and her skin a warm, comfortable land. With magically lowered gravity, they wouldn't be squished by their mother's pull, and they could mine the remains of the old universe for resources. Cozy even sported her own atmosphere and weather systems.

Finally, the umbilical cords and other byproducts left inside her were magically ejected from her pussy, joining the galaxy-sized clusters of ice planets. Now, Cozy could float comfortably, enjoying her work, until the end of time. And, oh, how excellent her work had been! It wasn't long before she had grandchildren, her hormone-laden children hooking up for unknowingly incestuous relations with their special someponies almost as soon as they'd secured shelter, food, and water, many using inventive, brand-new positions.

Each planet or 'micro-pimple' full of her descendants had new wonders for Cozy to discover with her boundless senses, from unique systems of government to wild new genres of art. Depending on the other lifeforms present, the alicorns of her loins adapted dramatically differently. Some lived idyllic existences, like one civilization which basked in the warmth and bounty atop Cozy's left breast, never knowing war. Others had to contend with ravenous monsters unlike anything Equestria had ever seen, hardening their minds and bodies into valiant warriors that defended their homes. Regardless of their circumstances, Cozy was, without exception, immensely proud of whatever they achieved.

When she began announcing herself to them, conveying her status as omnipotent creator as well as her love for them, the majority rejoiced, having something concrete to believe in, a figure who would watch over them, always. However, if they didn't worship her as their goddess or love her as their mother, for whatever reason, Cozy actually respected their choice. But those who treated her existence with contempt or hatred, perhaps because she'd disproven an existing religion, well, they were punished. Not lethally, or anything, just enough to make them change their minds of their own accord. It made her nostalgic for her mischievous youth, meting out creative, tailored retribution for whole populations. Removing the tongues of those who besmirched her name, for example.

Although, Cozy found herself having far more fun with those among her grandchildren who did love her. Whenever the mood struck, she'd provide more tangible blessings. Increasing their capacity for sexual pleasure, enhancing figures, even loaning fractions of her power so they got to share the joys of mile-high life as demigods. One of her favorites was when she piggybacked inside the minds and bodies of willing ponies who preyed for the courage they lacked to act upon their desires. Their goddess then broke the metaphorical ice and showed the object of their affections a good time in their place, paving the way for future relationships. Cozy could do this with many millions of her little ones at once, and getting to feel that many orgasms - for both genders, even - tended to keep her satisfied for decades.

And so it was that Cozy presided over the universe, alicorns from desert worlds in the farthest, most inhospitable reaches of space to those building technologically advanced mega-cities on her clit living their lives under their goddess' care and guidance. Her luminescent light reached out to those in the optimal range, such that they could see her shapely, naked body hanging in the night sky, a smile on her face. Cozy Glow was, now and forevermore, content.