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Reawakening a God, by DragonMasterX.

The clouds parted as Yvall flew through open skies. Very few were the Mega Absols who could give aerodynamic use to their furry wings, and he was certainly the only one capable of breaking the sound barrier while flying. Watchful red eyes surveyed the land, able to scan entire regions at the same time as Yvall passed them over. It was his daily ritual, and in no way different to what other major deities did.

Arceus, lord and master of the cosmos, had seen it fit that the world of anthropomorphic Pokémon drastically change over the past few centuries. Gods like Yvall now numbered the dozens and their presence was felt across the globe. Even those who had not been chosen to ascend from their mortality had in one way or another been endowed with extraordinary abilities, existence flourishing for all species.

Landing at the tallest mountain in Sinnoh, Yvall gave a satisfied, quiet chuff. He stood at the highest peak with just one three-toed foot, arms folded over his chest. His daily survey of the planet had concluded. Order was being kept by his underlings, who he supervised with great care. Yvall hardly had to make public appearances to sort out issues anymore.

In order to keep watch over the new world, immortals such as Yvall had been granted special titles and commands by their true master. The Mega Absol's seraphic appearance transmitted his heavenly role as God of the Guardian Angels. With empowered recruits from several different regions, Yvall's angels vigilantly served and protected.

Unfortunately, differences of opinion and clash of interests were a lot harder to keep civil when the participants exhibited powers stronger than the usual. Certain Pokémon had been granted with heightened senses and dexterity, while others had outright been strengthened beyond the limits of their species, leading to duels that quickly got out of hand and got innocents caught up in destructive disputes. One of the Guardian Angels' job was to make sure these miscreants were stopped and pacified. And they carried their tasks out well, which was a great source of relief for Yvall. With an increasing number of recruits for his order, his daily routine nowadays for the most part was to patrol the world and bask in his followers' prayer.

A long, thick and sharp tipped snow-white bang of silky fur covered the left half of Yvall's pensive face. He was glad for another peaceful day, but he couldn't help feeling an empty void in his heart. "I miss the Master..." the Mega Absol murmured to himself in solitude.

It had almost been half a millennium since their creator had abandoned them. One day, civilization had become blessed with new abilities beyond the scope of nature. Theocracy had been abolished in favor of a polytheist distribution, with immensely powerful beings claiming large chunks of land, sea and even the air as their turf. As centuries passed, Arceus' name became a whisper in the wind, fully silenced as all these Gods reaped an ever increasing influence thanks to their growing number of followers.

Yvall was one such deity, but his role of policing order and peace among Arceus' children and their loyal subjects gave him a broader scope and near unrestricted access to the world's division. As a result, his powers were also growing by the day as inhabitants from all over offered him prayers. Not everybody liked aggressive turf wars between the less peaceful Gods. However, as a consequence of Arceus' power being evenly distributed, every confrontation, whether interjected by Yvall and his Guardian Angels or not, ended in a stalemate.

The world was a stagnant place, its current status quo no different than the one when only used Arceus to rule. "But where is he...?"

There had been talk among Yvall's brothers and sisters. No matter how much of a warlord or peace advocating deity they were, they all in some way felt similarly to Yvall. And yet, they dared not seek their Master out, for his prolonged absence had generated a power void which they now filled.

To Gods, mortal prayer and worship was ambrosia itself. Manifested in adoration, offers or simply positive thought, this worship was sampled by Yvall and his family's very souls, nurturing them with ever swelling power.

Hundreds of years ago, Yvall remembered getting tired by flying over a single region, but he could now navigate the entire globe in a matter of minutes. Whereas during his mortal days he used to be a scrawny little kid, he now stood a gigantic 15ft. tall, with chiseled musculature many an artisan had rendered to marble. He had begun with turning two of his closest friends into Angels to be able to come with him in his mission to bring order to the newly chaotic world, but he could now employ over twenty in his thrall without even growing tired.

Yvall and the others owed these incredible abilities to the mortals that worshipped them day in and day out. The status quo ensured not one of them grew greater than the others. They missed their Master, but if he returned and began magnetizing all that delicious worship, it would siphon energy from the other Gods. The truth was that none of them were ready to part with the gifts they had so rigorously cultivated over the past five hundred years.

And yet, the seraph God was starting to truly despise the way of the world. "I must find the Master," he told himself, deciding not to say a word to the other Gods and Goddesses. His Angels were directed to keep the world safe as he began a personal journey. The Gardevoir Juliette, beauty incarnate among the Angels, would be left in charge as Yvall took matters in his own hands. He would find the Master and his glorious return would guide the new world as it was meant to be.

Scouring the land in search of a vanished Creator, however, was no easy task. Yvall couldn't simply fly over a region and ping Arceus' soul like he could with any mortal's. Worse, he couldn't use his five basic senses to perceive him either. "It's been almost five hundred years..." Yvall told himself as he walked through dense forests, "He's the strongest of us all. If he truly wanted to hide his presence, there is little chance somebody like me would be able to find him."

But there was no motivation more powerful than dissatisfaction. Yvall was undeterred by the unbearable heat from volcanic regions. The spirit chilling of winter-everlasting lands howled mightily, but Yvall still traversed them. Whether it was great spans of wasteland or the Orange Islands' cave system, Yvall wanted to make sure he left no stone unturned.

He visited each and every temple ever built in his Master's name. The Mega Absol was saddened by the state of the shrines and their statues falling to disrepair. "It truly has been generations since the Master was held in proper worship. I have been so busy with everything that deep down I'd convinced myself that his disappearance was only temporary..." he took a seat in front of a shrine far inside of Lake Verity.

Looking around the empty lake shrine, Yvall let out a contemplative sigh. "Even Mesprit has stopped coming to its own lake. The other Gods get all the worship... I wonder if they live their days as another mortal, nowadays?" the feline seraph asked himself, folding his arms and resting back against the shrine.

As his mind wandered with idle thoughts and past remembrances, Yvall felt the toll of ceaseless exploration invite a sensation he had almost forgotten about: Exhaustion. It had been weeks since he had been bouncing from region to region, never taking a moment's rest in his quest. With his eyes closing, his head hanging low and his wings folding around him, sleep finally took Yvall.

In his dream, the God was lined up with his thirty two brothers and sisters, split in even rows to wait for their lord and Master. A mighty silhouette emerged from a door made of light, the glare so strong that Yvall could only see a shadow moving around them. A peculiar melody rang out inside of the hollow chamber, before the light, and its shadow, disappeared.

Yvall, along with everybody else present, stood up with a mix between worried and scorned expressions. They had been abandoned. Overcome with a sense of déjà vu, the Mega Absol reached over to touch one of the Gods on the shoulder, as if to get their attention. But his hand went through them right before their figure disintegrated like dust particles scattered to the wind. He saw the same phenomenon occur with all of his siblings, one by one disappearing in slow motion until only he was left.

With his heart racing at an awful feeling of isolation, Yvall sought to bolt outside of the holy chamber, but his sluggish movements had forced him to take stiff steps which gradually required more and more effort until his legs felt too heavy to use anymore. Soon, he was completely immobilized. All he could do is see the color fading from his silky snow-white fur. His vision blurred and suddenly, he heard that one curious melody one more time before a blue flash covered his world.

A loud, scared gasp left the God's lips. His red eyes nearly bulged out as he panted. "What a harrowing nightmare..." Yvall said as he ran a claw up through his long bangs until he could rest his forehead on his palm. His breathing calmed as he idly stroked the dark oblong on his forehead. The images of that terrible dream kept flashing in his mind; it was based on his memory of the last time he and his siblings had seen his Master. "There's no use in thinking about the past," he dismissed the melancholy, "I have to find the Master. I have to..."

By the time he decided to stand back up, the Pokémon God felt something sliding over his lap and hitting the grass next to his folded legs. Curiously, Yvall procured the fallen object in one of his hands and, bringing it closer to his face, he made out the shape. It was a musical instrument. Blue, made of exquisite material, polished to flawless smoothness. A red, stubby pipe stock out at one of its ends, its body covered in raised holes that lent the instrument the shape of a coral.

"Who?" Yvall asked out loud, springing to his feet and clutching the instrument in hand. In an instant, he was levitating a hundred feet high into the air, his eyes scanning the area around Lake Verity. He found no one other than the people he had already sensed before falling asleep. Looking down at the object in his right hand, Yvall's pupils distended with fondness. "This cannot be. But there's no mistake. This is the honored Azure Flute. I thought it had been lost to the sands of time... Why has it shown up again? What could the significance...?"

The ruminating Yvall fell silent for a few moments. Something had been bothering him ever since he had woken up. "That melody..." he murmured to himself, trying to remember the exact notes. The more he played it back in his head, the warmer the Azure Flute felt. "It certainly belongs to my Master. I can feel his faint aura permeating it even after all these centuries... That it's reached my hand is nothing short of a miracle."

Holding the precious artifact in his hands against his chest, Yvall began to concentrate. The hard part of looking for somebody who had literally vanished without a trace was the absolute lack of leads. Even though Yvall was prepared to brute-force search the entire world for his Master, he could now focus on the flute's essence. "I can feel its energy tethering to mine... just like on the day the Master chose me to be an ascended." Yvall held the flute up, watching it glow with his and Arceus' essences. Soon, an almost invisible spiritual thread shot out into the distance, creating a waypoint for the Mega Absol to follow. Regardless of who or what had put the Azure Flute in his power, Yvall was thankful to finally have a lead.

Fortunately for Yvall, he had to do a lot less flying this time around. The waypoint led him straight to Mt. Coronet, its summit to be precise. As he made his landing, Yvall could feel his fur rustling with the strong, snowy winds. The Sun had become hidden by dark clouds; a blizzard was coming. He quickly entered and navigated the cavernous insides of the mountain, following the spiritual guidance leading Yvall to Spear Pillar.

"Flash!" Yvall projected, immediately banishing the darkness from within the pillar. He quietly observed the insides of the lit up small area in great detail. He counted thirteen shattered or otherwise ruined stone pillars, the rest of the place dusty and forgotten. "I must've come pay my respects to Spear Pillar for the past four hundred years... But I never noticed anything..."

The Mega Absol's train of thought dispersed once he took a single step forth. The Azure Flute in his right hand was pulsing, as if communicating with him. "The trail ends here, but the flute is asking to be played...?"

After taking a deep breath, Yvall decided not to question the will of the divine artifact. This had been the closest he had gotten to his Master in eons; it was not the time for doubt, but the time for action. "Well, here goes..."

Putting the red pipe in his mouth, Yvall carefully held the Azure Flute with hand on its side and his other palm as support. "Remember the notes..." he told himself, starting to blow into the instrument. A storm of emotion washed the young God over as melodious tones started reverberating inside of the cave. He felt the anxiety and fear he had been fighting ever since his Master left, but he also felt clear-headed in his purpose.

The last of the dulcet tones appeared to have done something more than simply create music. Yvall felt vibrations under his feet as the cave shook, but he could soon feel it all over his muscular body as well. His eyes began to widen as he saw a beam of light brighter than his Flash pierce the Spiral Pillar. He had to shield his eyes for a moment, lowering his forearm a few seconds later only to be filled with shock at what he saw.

The skies above had cleared. A crystal staircase leading up to the heavens had appeared atop of Spear Pillar. "Master..." was all the Mega Absol could say as he approached the transparent stairs, which he climbed in earnest. Before he knew it, the same excessive volumes of light had forced Yvall to shut his eyes closed. And when he reopened them, he realized he wasn't climbing the stairs anymore. He had been transported somewhere else...

Rumors about the Hall of Origin, where the Sinnoh region and the rest of the observable universe had been given life, had led Yvall to envision the hallowed space as a chamber of ineffable, abstract beauty. His confusion was understandable then, when he found himself in what appeared to be some sort of large living room with no windows.

Yvall stood at the center of that strange place, scanning his surroundings for anything unusual or out of place. "Is this an illusion...?" he asked himself, noticing a table with a single chair next to it. Simple décor on the walls were highlighted by a pretty ensemble of landscape paintings that Yvall recognized as the multiple regions of the world. The more the feline God tried to look for inconsistencies, the more he became convinced he seemed to have barged in on somebody else's house.

Before Yvall could ask who lived in that house, however, he began to hear approaching steps. He gasped, trying to make himself invisible. However, he stopped himself when he began to make out a somewhat familiar figure in the dimly lit room. The unfiltered aura was unmistakable. A white head with a golden mark at the center of the forehead; a pair of horns on the sides with a much larger white and grey hair-like horn behind the head. The sunken-in, horizontally striated grey face with green eyes bearing pupils redder than Yvall's own lenses convinced him; the search was over.

But something was wrong. Yvall was speechless, both due to being overcome with emotion, but also what he was seeing. Instead of the mighty and imposing Arceus he remembered, the Creator Deity was no taller than Yvall as he had been as a mortal. "Muh-Master...?" the God of Guardian Angels called out with disbelief plastered over his face.

"Yvall... You're here." A deep voice resounded within the humble living room. The green eyes were opened wide, its crimson pupils fixated on Yvall's red eyes. With a lack of mouth, it was hard to see Arceus' look of surprise. The Alpha seemed to be questioning Yvall's presence, but Yvall's shock was for a markedly different reason.

Arceus' compact size was one thing. But Yvall hadn't been prepared to see his Master dressed in a fluffy, pink bathrobe, holding a rolled up newspaper under an arm and a steaming coffee mug held up on his hand. So many questions were popping into Yvall's head at the same time he felt like he was going to burst. And yet he did not dare open his mouth about the casual attire.

"Ah, but I'm being rude," said the first God, setting his things down on the table before summoning a second chair to pull itself up close to him. "Would you like to have a seat? Perhaps some coffee?" Arceus offered, gesturing with a hand, "It has taken me an age, but I have mastered brewing techniques long since thought lost to civilization."

To avoid fainting from a sudden drop in blood pressure, Yvall deposited his large self on the chair which conveniently resized to fit his much larger frame. "I'm... I'm fine. Actually, I..." the Mega Absol's eyes froze in place as he, having lowered his guard thanks to his Master's hospitality, was about to engage in conversation with him like two old friends. With blinding speed, Yvall put the chair back and immediately bent a knee, pushing a fist down on the floor while bowing his head. "My Lord and Master! Forgive my disgraceful behavior just now. It has been too long! I have forgotten my place..."

"Yvall, please..." Arceus dismissively waved a hand, gently closing his eyes into what seemed to be a calm, peaceful expression. "I am no longer worthy of such high respect. You do not need..."

"But Master! I must protest!" Yvall couldn't believe his hears, interrupting Arceus with great haste. "I... I did not mean that outburst. My heart is overjoyed at finding you after so long."

With a small laugh, Arceus finally sat down. He took the coffee mug in hand and brought it closer to take a good whiff of the bitter vapors. "It has been a long, long time, my friend. You should not act as though I am your God any longer."

"But..." Yvall frowned. This wasn't the Arceus he remembered. The Arceus from the past commanded respect and elicited obedience with his sheer presence. As he observed the coffee vanishing in front of Arceus' face while tilting his mug, Yvall realized something had happened. "Why do you speak like that, sir?"

"Surely you must feel it, Yvall," Arceus set his mug back, his 'gulp' having made half of its contents disappear into thin air. "You don't even need to feel it with your sixth sense. One look and you can tell I'm only a shadow of my former self. And yet... I can tell you're here to bring me back."

Yvall fell silent.

"But that, sadly, will not happen," Arceus said, bringing a hand up to stop Yvall from interjecting, "When I saw the world all those centuries ago, do you know what I saw, Yvall? I saw a world far too content, far too smothered in my care and protection to care for advancement. The struggles were there, evolution taking its course and yet... I saw little point in my monopoly of power. I had grown weary of organizing fate for creatures so full of raw potential. I wanted everybody to be able to decide their own fate, to find excitement in their lives! And that's why I accelerated evolution; to make my presence unnecessary, and in so doing, giving budding deities like you and your peers the chance to steer the world in a completely new direction."

"But sir... ever since you abandoned us..." Yvall's voice was quivering. "We have all grown in power, but the balance has halted progress. An eternal stalemate prevents us from walking forth like you intended..."

"I am aware. And yet, that, too, is a web that the new Gods must untangle by themselves, yourself included, Yvall," Arceus explained.

"Lord Arceus, we need your guidance, the world needs it!" Yvall insisted, prostrating himself on his knees and hands.

"Please, Yvall..." Arceus sighed, gripping the armrests of his chair. "I am no good for what you need me any longer. My name is but a forgotten whisper among mortals. My power leaving me was only the beginning. In time, I too shall disappear."

"That is..." Yvall stuttered, "That is unacceptable, Master! After all the time I spent trying to find the Hall of Origin, you can't possibly be asking me to accept this reality. We miss you. I miss you. You can't be telling me you're simply going to accept death; you're immortal! Have you no desire to go back outside? To see us and the world you created, Lord Arceus?"

With a long pause and close-eyed grumble, Arceus slid his elbows over the armrests and joined his hands at the knuckles in a pensive gesture. "After I saw your eyes full of light, Yvall, I must admit I entertained the wish to go back and see what kind of world you all have raised in my absence. However..."

"However...?" Yvall repeated, dragging himself closer to Arceus with a hopeful expression. Popping one eye open at the noise of the Mega Absol crawling towards him, Arceus couldn't ignore his devout God of Guardian Angels.

"It is far too late, my dear friend. Without worship..." Arceus started, but Yvall immediately interrupted.

"I will be the one to worship you, my lord!"

Arceus was caught off guard. He had not been expecting a second outburst, but Yvall was still getting closer. At his current five foot nine height, Yvall's fifteen absolutely dwarfed him. Even while prostrated, the winged feline was practically looming over his Creator. Before Arceus could protest, however, Yvall's hands fell on his knees, gently groping them.

"Master... please allow me. Your strength, your beauty, your unparalleled leadership, is needed. Please forgive your servant's selfish request, but I will not be deterred." Yvall's resolve shone in his eyes, making Arceus feel a pleasant tingle running up his spine. The sincerity in the Mega Absol's words was endearing. Arceus felt guilty for refuting his servant's loyalty and affection, so he didn't fight it.

Without rejection, Yvall continued. His hands easily traveled up his Master's arms, pressing down on his limbs through the soft bathrobe. "Even deprived of most of your power, you maintain such elegant poise, Master. My larger body isn't phasing you." Yvall smiled, sliding to the side of Arceus' chair to give himself access to the kirin's neck. "It is proof of your superiority, my lord."

Arceus could feel the weight of Yvall's words as they danced for his ego. It had been longer than he cared to remember since he had felt such kindness and interest in him. Even though his choice had been made, the Creator still felt troubled. Could the decision of abandoning his loyal followers to fend for themselves in hopes of achieving true freedom have been the incorrect one?

As Yvall's hands glided up Arceus' arms and positioned themselves on his shoulders, he leaned down to press his face against his Master's slender neck. For a moment, all Yvall did was breathe against it, but soon he started delivering affectionate nuzzles that batted the bangs away from the left side of his feline face. "Lord Arceus, my Master. We want your return. Your glorious presence means it all to us. To me. The world simply cannot function as you've envisioned without your aid. We do not wish to squander your gifts, but we still wish to serve you. I wish to serve you."

"Yvall..." trailed off Arceus' deep voice. The warmth of those sentences each delivered untold stimulation to the Creator's core. His soul, the soul from which all had sprung from, was crying out for more. Signals of pleasure began to fire off in the kirin deity's physical body, which reacted by tensing up. "You honor me."

A rumble. The room was trembling; all because of the retired Creator's voice which had dropped a significant number of octaves all of a sudden. Yvall flinched as he felt his entire being vibrate from those last three words. He could feel additional resistance against his fingers pressing down on Arceus' shoulders, which seemed to be tightening against the sleeves of his robes. As he pulled back and his bangs covered half of his face again, he began to smile towards a seemingly invigorated Arceus. "It looks to be having an effect. Master, I..."

Arceus interrupted, using a finger to swiftly silence Yvall's lips. There was no mouth to curl up, but Yvall could tell his Master was smirking. "I did not say to stop. You are doing a wonderful job, my loyal servant."

Perking up in delight, Yvall wasted no time and got back to work. With a simple hug and the expression of his heartfelt intentions, Yvall had managed to convince his master, and he was already looking better! Energy had returned to the kirin's green eyes.

Gentle caresses further relaxed Arceus' tense body. Moving behind him, Yvall put his large hands down on the kirin's shoulders, pressing down for a firm massage. Indeed, Yvall would not stop.

Watching his servant from his cushy seat, Arceus felt his anxiety get washed away. Words of encouragement and admiration fed his starved ego, nurturing his being with the other God's genuine feelings. Accepting Yvall's thoughts was all he had to do, but the vocalization and physical interaction were magnifying the worship like a focus lens with a laser beam.

And soon, the effects of that worship began to manifest. Yvall took note of Arceus' shoulders pushing more against him, but he quickly realized that pink bathrobe was actually looking incredibly taut, as if stretched over the primordial being's body. "I did not expect this ritual to be... Super effective."

"A God's worship is worth a million when compared to a mortal's, dear Yvall," Arceus explained, his swelling body starting to strain his robes. "And yours is..." he paused, a moan escaping him. The sash tied around his waist was visibly fighting a losing battle. He was rapidly widening, but also growing taller. Sleeves once lose were clinging to Arceus' thickening limbs, the bottom of his robes getting shoved away by enlarging legs filling with muscle.

And Yvall watched as his Master ascended, gripping those bulging shoulders eagerly. The instantaneous transformation seemed to take an eternity in Yvall's perception. First, he saw the pink fabric getting torn around emerging deltoid muscles. His eyes followed a fault line advancing downwards on each sleeve, holes being bored by inflating biceps. Quickly followed by Arceus' bulking up triceps, the bathrobes' sleeves were split just above the elbow. But the thickness of those forearms prevented the detached sleeves from merely sliding off like silk gloves; instead getting tattered throughout the expansion.

The top part of the Creator's robes was pulled apart as steely pectorals swelled forth, packed with rekindled power. Dark grey mounds of growing chest muscle put tension on the robes, splitting the hems with loud snaps. "...especially valuable," Arceus finished his sentence with a pleased sigh, lifting his muscle bound arms up, stretching as if he had just gotten out of bed.

Yvall's eyes practically sparkled at the sight of those beefy arms shooting up on both sides. "My Lord. I can already feel your magnificence. This raw power, these... incredible looking muscles...!" before he knew it, Yvall had both of his hands on Arceus' left arm, pressing one set of fingers against the biceps and the other on the triceps, completing the sphere of masculine power.

The muscles were tense, pulsing, swelling ever bigger. But they were also taut, pumping and flexing; Yvall convinced that his Master was showing them off for him. And it was working; he couldn't quit touching them!

"Speak your mind, Yvall." Arceus demanded, sliding upwards against his chair in his ascent to eight feet tall this time. The damaged robes were quickly losing the battle of attempting to contain that buff kirin. That sash had tightened so much it was vibrating like a cartoon bomb about to go off. And with a deliciously loud snap, the sash broke off to the right of its knot, revealing Arceus' newly formed and no less impressive six-pack.

As Yvall continued to point out the details on Arceus' powerful features, he couldn't help but list them in descending order, daintily touching each area he went over. Going from his limbs to his now pleasantly sturdy looking, long neck, then down over his thick pecs, acknowledging his abdominals next and finally stopping at the Alpha's lap. With leaf-brushing hand motions, Yvall shoved the bottom of his God's ripped bathrobe, exposing large, strong looking quads. With a simple flex, Arceus showed off his thickened thighs, eliciting an excited moan from that eager Mega Absol.

"My God..." Yvall exalted, "Words are beginning to fail me. May I be so bold as to ask you to stand up? I must behold your glory."

"Anything for you, my friend," Arceus brought his burly arms down, giving them a self-indulgent flex for him to admire before he pressed his soles down and pushed his new 10ft. height to its apex. "Is this what you wanted, Yvall?" the Creator took a few steps away from the chair, leaving behind the tattered fabric as the remains of his robes finally started peeling off his continuously enlarging form. Arceus turned around and posed, flexing mightily. He was now a giant among men, even if still smaller than his worshipper.

"I..." Yvall had to fan himself to stop his swooning. "I am not worthy...! My God, my Lord, my Master...!" the Mega Absol fell to his knees, prostrating himself once more. Only this time, he stretched his arms out and began to bow repeatedly. Arceus' eyes narrowed with satisfaction as he grew another couple of feet taller. "Your masculine beauty blinds my undeserving eyes." Another three feet put him at Yvall's height. "I wish only to serve your immensity with all of my soul...!"

"And you shall!" said Arceus with a booming voice as he grew five more feet in height, his muscles further developing as he achieved a 20ft. height that made Yvall look short. "I haven't felt this good in an eternity. I can feel your worship empowering me, returning me to my righteous level. Every second, my body becomes stronger, more desirable, ever larger!"

"Yes!" Yvall cried out with happiness as he watched his Master flex his enlarging muscles. Whereas before he had been looking like a well-trained gym goer, he now was fit to compete with Machokes. Each muscle-bragging pose Arceus engaged in had a magnetizing influence over Yvall, making him scoot closer and closer. Eventually, the winged feline couldn't stop himself from simply throwing his arms around Arceus' massive right leg, hugging it and nuzzling his knees. "You're back. Master. You truly are back. And I don't want you to leave. I will worship you for eternity if it means you'll be back to being the most powerful, the most beautiful... the biggest!"

Arceus grew and grew, his body expanding to help contain the ever swelling power inside of him. He was forced to bend over once his head hit the tall ceiling of his living room, and very soon his shoulders were rubbing against it too. It turned out the more physical Yvall got, the easier his worship reached his Master.

The Creator's eyes closed, basking in his ascension in silence. Only a faint rumble came up through his throat, projecting as a calming frequency of vibrations that seemed to stroke Yvall from all directions at once. While running his hands over Arceus' smooth furred legs, Yvall finally realized what his Lord had meant when he explained the difference between mortal and divine worship.

The new Gods had all invariably expanded as a result of their swelling power over the centuries. But Arceus was now rapidly growing with only minutes of dedication. "He already is bigger than I remember him that age ago..." One glance up was all Yvall needed to realize his Master was already closing in to twice his own height. He was rapidly running out of space in the living room, his muscles continuing to develop and making him wider in addition to the height he was gaining. "And so strong...! I can't stop myself. He must ascend. He must go where no God has ever reached...!"

"Yvall!" Arceus rumbled out, eyes still closed. The depth of that masculine baritone seemed to be generating tremors along the room. "I have recovered," he announced while bringing his arms up. Pushing his palms up against the ceiling made the immense bulk of his arms bulge out, rippling with intense power.

Yvall was aware. Arceus' godly aura had been restored; its golden sheen flashing brightly in incandescent glory. But Yvall didn't have enough. "I know, Master," the blushing feline said, trembling with an overexcited smile. Fingers pressed up against the crouching Arceus' split legs, drawing circles on the Alpha's muscle bound thighs. "And I'm so happy. I'm so happy I want you to have more."

"More?" Arceus opened his eyes with a puzzled expression on his face. The word had its seducing connotations. He had only ever seen a process and its end result. But now he could consider the idea of more; of more than simply returning to his usual size, of housing even more of that godly power within himself. And why shouldn't he? "Yes. More." Arceus finally boomed out, the ceiling fissuring as he applied gentle pressure upwards. The hooves at his feet sank against the waxed wooden floor, splintering the surface with his continuously increasing weight.

"Yes, my Lord...!"

Yvall's voice sang out more praises for his Master. With every word, Arceus was showered with more of that enriching energy. The meal of raw power was further seasoned by physical worship. His adorer soon had to clamber over his lower body, lending his touch everywhere his eager hands could get.

And Arceus swelled as a result, growing so big the furniture in the room was toppled over by his rapidly advancing bulk. His body knocked lamps and bookcases over, making a mess of the living room which was turning out to be too small to contain his expanding width. The golden cross ring at his back had its spikes grinding over the damaged ceiling, but it was the first thing to punch through.

Chunks of rocks that were dislodged by the giant's growth rained down past the holes in Arceus' cross ring. He needed only one of his beefy arms to provide shelter for his devoted worshiper, and his encouraging words were enough to pump Yvall full of confidence. "Do not worry, my friend. I see now that the new life I sought was nothing more than a pitiable vacation from my true purpose. This space I warped my Hall of Origin into serves only a reminder of my poor choice... and it's due for redecoration."

Yvall could hear the destruction being caused by his Master's growth. The noises were unmistakable; Arceus was outgrowing that space between dimensions. But where had he broken into? The falling rocks gave him an idea, but he didn't allow idle thoughts distract him from his duty.

Bigger, Arceus grew. His body expanded everywhere, legs digging down and limbs digging up, drilling holes that expanded with him. Granite and metal deposits were hopelessly smashed against his rising back. The surrounding area shuddered against the Creator, but it couldn't contain him. Every second Arceus throbbed was followed by another, more explosive growth spurt. From 40ft. tall, he nearly instantly reached 50ft. Then 70, then 100; he was simply becoming colossal!

In turn, Yvall was starting to feel insignificant next to his almighty Master. But it didn't matter to him; he idolized Arceus. He wanted nothing more than to glimpse his true ascension. He only hoped that now that the kirin's thick head was sunk up in rocks several dozen feet above him his words still reached him. As things stood, Yvall was having trouble properly massaging his Lord's muscular legs the way they deserved. He now couldn't even grope those sturdy thighs which he swore had gotten even thicker, even with the increased proportional size.

"His Grace's abdominals..." Yvall had hearts in his eyes as he reached up with his hands. Each muscular mound was larger than a feedlot sack of grains by comparison. "Mmph, it seems he's so huge I can stand on his lap. I can just reach it all... praise be!" the excited feline pressed his feet down on a rising bulge which became a makeshift if somewhat awkward platform. "The Master's lap is pulsing more than the rest of him... he must be really excited!" he thought, convinced he was doing a great job. And with that energy, Yvall continued.

Curling his toes in delight and clutching his hands into fists, Arceus felt his sturdy surroundings fall before his ever swelling might. The sparks of worship had lit a flame inside of him. The fire was burning stronger, making him glow brighter than ever. Sensations he had never considered reveling in were now taking over all of his senses. Signals of pleasure were being fired off by each of his nerves as that tingling sensation wreaked havoc within his being. He was going to outgrow his rocky confines and the feeling was simply so liberating!

And the confines did fall. Arceus' giant fists crashed through the last layer of stone and minerals on both of his sides. Snow fell off his knuckles as his fingers tasted fresh air for the first time in five hundred years. Light poured in through the holes he had literally punched out, basking the rest of his arms and his enormous torso in the Sun's warmth. Freedom was almost his.

Yvall's world was rumbling. Light was filtering in and soon he could finally start using his eyes to see his Master again. Rock separated almost evenly across the area, more light flashing in from the sides. Yvall could now see Arceus' abs, now an incredibly solid 8-pack, absolutely dwarfing his head with each mound. It was enough to make the feline drool.

The loud ruckus continued, sound to Yvall like a landslide caused by his Master's unbridled ascension. Past an amazing two hundred feet tall already, Arceus began to lift a rocky peak which had been separated from the rest of the minerals with his arms still hidden under the rocks. A realization soon dawned on Yvall as he finally took note of the shape his Master was wearing like some sort of craggy shell over his burly upper body.

"...I never left Mt. Coronet..."

Suddenly, there was thunderous noise even though the skies outside were still clear. Yvall saw multiple fissures running across the mountain's summit above him, rocks falling down and harmlessly bounding off Arceus' thick flanks and muscular hips. His Master was growing so big he was outgrowing the mountain itself!

"Mmmm...!" the empowered Creator moaned in delight, feeling himself swell with the culmination of Yvall's worship manifested as pure power. He felt the mountain crumble around his beefy torso; Arceus was like a kid emerging from a hardened sand tomb; just playfully waiting until the inevitable disintegration happened. However, that wasn't enough for the kirin titan. Arceus wanted to give his devout follower and anyone directing their view to Mt. Coronet at the time a proper show.

That's when he began tensing up. Arceus' body began to bulk up even beyond its newfound muscularity. Tightening the grip of his fists, he could feel veins popping across his body, holy blood vessels pumping immortal blood into his incredible physique until his mass nearly doubled on the spot.

"Oh... Oh God..." Yvall whispered, feeling himself being lifted by the pulsing platform beneath him while he watched more abdominal muscle than any being had the right to have further develop alongside all of the Creator's other muscles.

There was an explosion this time. Mt. Coronet was annihilated with one mighty flex, revealing a 300ft. tall Arceus, 20 times bigger than his servant, emerging from the innards of a mountain. Rock chunks of varied sizes flew into the air. The snow covering the mountain melted from the heat Arceus emanated. The chunks sent hurtling over the stratosphere burned up, but the rest were stopped in their tracks by psychic command by Arceus. Like a debris field, the rocks floated around the glorious God for moments before they harmlessly descended to the base of the mountain.

Comparatively diminutive wings flapped hard. "My Lord..." Yvall couldn't simply stay where he was any longer. He had to behold this divinity with his very own eyes.

Arceus was standing in the remains of Mt. Coronet; a testament to power itself. His immense red pupils cast a piercing gaze over the land, pausing over centuries of missed history. His long neck had widened with his shoulders, deltoids big as his own head simply bulging out. They continued down to his arms which, had he been of average height, would've each been thicker than a stocky individual's waist. Biceps, triceps and forearms pulsed with strength, their size immense even without the need for flexing. His barrel chested pectorals stuck out like a pair of perfect slabs of meat, pushing out wider than his own head each.

Further down below, Yvall could count that mind-blowing 8-pack that he was sure would be able to grind what remained of the mountain like a cheese grater. Well-developed pelvic muscles sat at the Creator's hips with a taut, shapely ass under that wavy, smooth furred tail. His legs were still hidden within the bottom of Mt. Coronet, so Yvall couldn't see them. However, what he could plainly see was his Master's utterly gargantuan erect penis casting an obscenely lewd shadow over the land, two plump dark grey balls hanging right underneath the base. The one-eyed snake angrily twitched, cementing its place as a symbol of male virility with every sky-splitting throb.

All the now tiny Mega Absol could do was let his jaw drop at such mind-boggling manliness. Yvall's mind was being tested with the overload of attractiveness. His God was both literally and figuratively dripping with sex appeal. "Lord Arceus..." he finally gasped.

"It seems I've grown beside myself with excitement," Arceus had it easy to detect Yvall; he was the only miniature being floating level with his comparatively giant eyes. He could see the steam practically rising up from the little one's ears; completely smitten with him.

Yvall was having trouble measuring that tool with his eyes. He could only estimate his Master's size, but he was convinced that humongous shaft was three times Yvall's body size. The idea his Master could make him disappear under his oversized man parts just by squatting was both scary and exhilarating.

"...are you done with your affections, my faithful servant?"

"Ah!" Yvall caught himself too late, needing to smack the drool off his mouth. His normally alabaster face was beet red. "Nuh-no... I want to... I mean, I feel like I can give you so much more, my Lord!"

The impressive mountain of muscles that was Arceus boomed with destructively deep laugher. It took all Yvall had to avoid being blown away by the sonorous impact; and he had a feeling his Master was holding back given the forests below weren't getting uprooted instantly. "Before you convinced me that more is a concept one such as I should not be reserved with, I would have called you a zealot, Yvall."

The embarrassed Mega Absol stopped himself from spinning in mid-air just to look back at his gargantuan master's hand coming for him. Instinct gripped Yvall, making him shrink and close his eyes; perhaps like a child or pet expecting some manner of scolding. However, the very tip of Arceus' index engaged in a curling motion, with only the dull part of the nail stroking him under the chin. The affectionate chin scratch felt surprisingly gentle coming from such an extremely powerful giant, which caught Yvall off guard into purring. When he realized he was purring though, the red returned to his cheeks.

Arceus laughed again.

"Please don't tease me, Master...!"

"I am not teasing you, dear friend." Arceus corrected, "Do you not feel it?"

"Feel...?" Yvall repeated, calming down a little but with his face still flustered. He had been so flustered in fact that he didn't notice his muscles had begun swelling. His sturdy frame was becoming Herculean, although nowhere near as ripped as his Master. In addition, he was starting to grow by extra feet at a time. "Oh wow! I'm growing too! Are you... worshipping me?"

"In a manner of speaking, you're worshipping yourself, Yvall," Arceus explained as his servant doubled his size once, then again. At the joyous yet confused smile Yvall shot him, Arceus calmly added: "I simply am recycling a portion of the divine energy I have yet to process and forwarding it to you before I absorb it. I can share some power back."

Elated by the newfound feeling of growth, Yvall looked around him as objects down below appeared further and further tiny without him moving. The liberating sensation of his entire being swelling larger every passing second was indescribable to him; how much sense it now made that his Master was so pleased with his worship! "B-but Master, why...?"

"Because," Arceus opened his arms out in a welcoming motion as Yvall stopped growing at exactly 100ft. tall, "How do you expect to give me more when you can hardly bring yourself to touch me in a way that I can properly feel?"

"Master...!" Yvall flexed his own muscles; expecting their increased size and strength to aid him in worshipping his gigantic although less unreachable creator. Their difference was still palpable, yet the empowered Mega Absol now felt a lot more confident about his job. And now that he was connected with the Alpha in the way of expansion, he felt a bond forming with the kirin God.

"I suppose I am not the only one beside myself with excitement," Arceus shrugged his massive shoulders as he climbed out of the remains of Mt. Coronet, finally supporting himself on his titanic legs and looming even harder over the land. When Yvall saw Arceus' mighty erection bobbing up and down so intensely, Yvall realized what he was referring to and looked down.

"Ah...!" Yvall's hands reached down uselessly in an attempt to cover up. However, his growth had also affected his member which now was impossible to hide even in his fluffy groin. Its strong pulsing and throbbing attempted to rival Arceus' and only fell short because of their height difference.

"Meekness does not suit you, my friend," Arceus criticized, seizing his servant, now a third of his body size, by the waist in one of his big hands. Bringing the squeaking feline closer, the kirin narrowed his eyes into a sensual stare. "Where is all that fire from only an hour ago now, Yvall?"

Yvall could only think the phrase: "Easy for you to say!" in his mind as he was blasted by Arceus' voice point-blank. The sheer power he exhibited made his godly aura turn up the heat around him. Yvall was convinced Arceus was holding back significantly less with him than his surroundings which would have no doubt been destroyed by his cataclysmically sexy self otherwise.

Noticing how paralyzed Yvall was however, Arceus softened his piercing gaze and moved Yvall closer to his chest. He raised his other hand and gently pushed the Mega Absol as close as he could until Arceus' smooth and firm pectorals cushioned his servant. "Tell me more, Yvall."

Gasping at the sudden cuddles, Yvall found himself lost in the squishy pectoral muscles. His nostrils flared as he took in Arceus' natural musk, an unexpectedly sweet, calming scent he could have fallen asleep with; especially with the powerful sound of the larger God's heart beating against him. That relaxation was exactly what Yvall had been in need of, however. "Master..."

"Yes, my acolyte?"

"You are fucking hot."

Arceus sighed, relief washing over him as he felt his uninhibited servant starting to knead his powerful pectorals. There was tongue involved too, lapping up that smooth kirin fur with ever growing affection.

And it didn't take long for the renewed worship to begin taking effect. Arceus rumbled all over, his feet sliding across the forest whose trees seemed to weave out of the way to avoid destruction yet allow the Creator room for growth. He expanded hundreds of feet taller in one swift burst, looking down at Yvall who followed after him in size without realizing it, yet ever falling short in the race.

The Mega Absol's words were turning increasingly obscene as his arousal increased, but Arceus didn't seem to mind. Growth was truly an expression of freedom, and the bigger Yvall got, the less constrained his soul felt. "These glorious muscles just keep on getting bigger, my Lord. You are without question the strongest in the world; no, the universe! Please grow some more. I will gladly follow...!"

And so they did. Arceus moaned in delight as more power filled him, his body stretching for hundreds and hundreds of feet, filling the skyline with his ever thickening body. And following close behind, the ever dutiful Mega Absol grew in tandem, keeping up just enough to allow him to explore his Master fully.

By the time Arceus started dwarfing mountains at thousands of feet tall, he had to levitate off the ground. With Yvall's hyperactive hands roaming through his impossibly powerful frame, he was having a hard time focusing on holding his spiritual presence and physical weight in check to spare the area the cataclysm of his ascension.

Yvall couldn't stop squealing with glee when he again reached Arceus' abs, the count having increased to a mind-boggling 10-pack no mortal would be able to obtain in their life time. His Master's incomparable strength was arousing. He couldn't help sneaking a couple strokes of his own meat here and there every so often when his horniness won him over.

Arceus was delighted with Yvall's arousal, being glad he was the object of his desire. Perhaps that was why this worship session was working so well; they were both exceptionally receptive of the other's role. And in having linked them with the divine energies resulting from this constant exchange, the effects only were magnified further. It wasn't long before the Arceus' shadow started to grow into the countryside, engulfing multiple cities in the region at once. He was, after all, also becoming increasingly more massive in the muscular thickness department.

"Forgive me, Master..."

"Yvall? What are you- nngh..." the kirin glanced down at his servant, having been so consumed with the sight of his head-dwarfing biceps that he had for a moment lost track of Yvall's location. Before his eyes made it to the worshipper however, Arceus felt a jolt of pleasure shoot down through his immense phallus; his rigid organ responding to stimulation delivered by Yvall's hands, legs, and thighs.

His servant was straddling his enormous cock, riding the base like a mechanical bull. "I wish to make you feel good, my Lord! Please, allow me."

That was when Arceus truly began growing. It wasn't just the sexual attention either. His peaking arousal was having an intense contribution to his expansion. The Alpha was becoming large enough to loom over the entirety of Sinnoh by now. Thanks to the extension of his influence though, it didn't take long for the other Gods to take notice.

At first, no one seemed to believe the rapidly spreading news that Mt. Coronet had exploded and the One Legend had emerged from its remains flexing like a titan of power. However, many dozen miles tall already, he was far too large to ignore.

Yvall continued to masturbate his swelling Master. He couldn't see his fellow Gods approaching, but he certainly felt their distinctive auras coming from all corners of the planet to gather where their Creator was. Just as Yvall had hoped, truces had been formed, bickering put on hold as the magnificence of the One True God allowed everybody to bask in his looming size.

However, Yvall hadn't planned on all the others so readily jumping in to worship their master together with him! They didn't even wait to be acknowledged by his master. They seemed to immediately understand, and share his purpose.

"YES!" Arceus' voice engulfed the world, making it tremble as not one, but dozens of Gods imparted their worship and prayer to him. His eyes began to glow with power, energy crackling all over his rapidly expanding buff muscles. He truly exploded in size, growth spurts of hundreds of miles quickly making continents shrink before him. And before long, the rest of the planet shrank away until it disappeared under his tremendous undercarriage.

Even though he was bursting with more power even a God could process, Arceus took every precaution to shield the world he had outgrown from his own massive size. This only enabled the rest of the microscopic Gods to continue funneling their excitement, arousal and gratitude for their Master's return. With their respective followers joining into the fray, Arceus was now absorbing power the likes of which could have remade the universe twice over.

And still, Arceus grew, his body spurred by an entire planet of worship into becoming bigger and bigger and bigger. Other planets soon had no choice but to get pulled in by his aggressive gravitational pull, but he directed them to orbit his center even as they rapidly shrunk to the size of marbles. The star at the center of the solar system became no more than a dim light bulb next to Arceus' golden aura, the necessary warmth to maintain all the other worlds now being supplied by his being.

Other solar systems were pulled in as Arceus grew out into the galaxy's fringes, stars and all. Cosmic matter became inescapable to the ever ascending Creator, whose explosive enlargement made his wide, hyper muscular body take over more and more space. Very quickly the other galaxies were pulled in as Arceus became the center of the universe in his unstoppable evolution.

Arms wider than his own torso flexed with enough power to punch holes into the entirety of space-time. The logic-defying twenty-pack at his enlarged abdomen redefined peak physical form, while his turgid legs could have counted for an entirely new Arceus each. He had stopped projecting his manly voice, forbidding himself to moan for fear of wiping out the entirety of existence, even while protected, thanks to how impossibly mighty his voice box had become.

The universe itself wasn't going to be able to contain him. The universe had become a superfluous container now that He could exert His will to every last infinitesimal subatomic particle. The Big Bang His birth had generated all those eons ago had become obsolete now that the worship of an entire universe empowered Him beyond the laws of nature.

Everything that was now sought to be recognized, protected and loved by Him. Just like his followers. Just like Yvall.

The Mega Absol had almost lost his mind across the near interminable process of ascension. He had received one third of that impossible amount of power. Yvall was now just as endlessly powerful and tremendously muscled as Arceus, yet he still sat at his Master's lap, coaxing galaxy drowning amounts of sacred pre-seminal fluid into the void of the rearranged universe. "Master... we've become unimaginable big. This is..." Yvall panted to catch his breath, "...this is unbelievable...!"

Arceus pierced his mind with telepathy. "My lovely Yvall. You have helped me achieve true omnipotence. Soon, all the power I once lost when creation begun will come back to me. Even now I can feel it permeating my aura, ever strengthening us. I shall transcend my existence. "Creator" and "Alpha" will no longer be mere titles to me, but absolute definitions."

"Master...! Yes!" Yvall moaned, spurting at the tip while his own ministrations continued on Arceus' hard cock. He watched, for a moment, as Arceus' eclipsing arm muscles swelled ever more massive in a reality-shaking flex as he reached forth into seemingly empty space. His fingers clenched down, gripping at the very fabrics of the universe which he at once unraveled like a yarn ball.

The laws governing the universe were gone now. Arceus had reached the apex. He now stood in for reality itself; with all of its previous contents safely absorbed within his being.

Yvall realized he was witnessing true creation when he noticed a silver glow gathering at his Master's hand when he put it on his chest. All of what had been saved from the previous universe coalesced in Arceus' grip like a glowing ball of potential. At that time, Yvall realized the True Creator was holding the new reality at his fingertips.

And the first thing the new reality saw was unending, infinite white. Yvall had finally made his Master cum.

When the mess was finally cleared, Yvall, for once, noticed a moment of weakness in his Master's expression. The lustful glint of an afterglow was present in his eyes. "When..." the cosmic divinity panted, "...was the last time I came like that?"

"Y-you seemed to enjoy yourself, my Lord. I'm so glad..." Yvall smiled from his cozy spot atop his God's cock base. He felt himself levitating though, and realized Arceus was telekinetically repositioning him atop his left shoulder; it's deltoid so swollen it technically put Yvall above his boss' head. With their growth having ground down to a halt, Yvall realized he wasn't a third of his master's size anymore, but now was just the size of Arceus' head.

"It was wonderful, Yvall. Thank you."

"I'm not worthy of..."

"Yes, you are, my friend," Arceus interrupted with a serene thought, "Perhaps you can feel it in my hand, but I've preserved the old reality which I am going to merge with the new one, Yvall."

"Yes... I... thank you, my Lord. I admit I wasn't thinking straight. At some point everything happened so fast and we just... outgrew it all. It was fantastic, but I was overtaken. I forgot to consider everyone else and..."

"They are unharmed. In fact, they still continue to worship me even now. And it's all thanks to you," the Alpha said. "Perhaps, this new reality would benefit from my being there after all. Guidance, after all, does not mean seizing another's destiny. You showed me by guiding me to my true heart's desire."

"Is this truly what you had wanted all along, Master?"

"It was definitely not disappearing while wearing a pink bathrobe, I can tell you that much."

The End.