Many of the most powerful Pokémon in the world were filled with great potential, strength equal to that of the gods. By their power they could create and destroy as they saw fit, either with purpose or simply for pleasure. One such Pokémon was, ironically, a prophet of a much higher power than herself, yet her duty to the world was to protect it from that higher power.

Atop a dead volcano on a big island in the middle of a large archipelago was an old temple dedicated to the ancient creator of the world. Nike the Victini had lived in this temple for eons, using it as an observation post to watch over the world. Doing so had been her responsibility since she was first created, acting as a prophet for the creator and dealing out punishments to those who threatened his world, as well as recording the advances and events of the world to remember when its inhabitants tear themselves to shreds. With her responsibilities came immense power, even higher than most of the greatest Pokémon of the world including the creator. Her body was a dynamo of energy, a power source built from the very idea of potential. Her potential had grown according to her needs and desires, especially the latter. With her great power came something even greater: a superiority complex.

The Victini kept an aloof attitude with her at all times, scorning almost any attempt at kindness to maintain her intimidating demeanor. This partially came from an aspect of her abilities that was unspoken yet known among her peers: a growing power within herself that was eager to match and surpass any other being she encountered. She was as weak as a newt upon being created but now, after ages of her power growing to match the various god-like beings around her, she was undoubtedly one of the strongest beings in the universe. Her power was still growing too! It was very slow and gradual to herself but, to any normal being, new strength was constantly racing through her being, over-charging her being with immense divine energy that made her more and more mighty. Her body and mind became sharper with every passing moment.

In fact, her power had been growing even faster as of late, in very sharp bursts. It didn't take the Victini prophet very long to realize why: her temple was situated on a loosely populated island, with a nearby port town and several tiny communities surrounding the mountain upon which her home stood. Living in one of those communities was an ally, and at times a colleague, Amelia. Nike knew full well that the Mawile's fertility was so immense that her endowments were more powerful than the very concept of entropy. That was a power that vastly surpassed the Victini, something her body would immediately react to in the presence of.

So it was that Nike felt her power grow immensely whenever she was around the Mawile. In truth, she'd been relishing the bursts of energy whenever the Mawile made her trips to the temple. To that end, she offered the Mawile access to the more secluded archives the temple housed to encourage her to come by more often. Nike didn't have to be in close proximity to Amelia to feel the power either; the Mawile's presence in the temple was enough for the Victini to feel that satisfying surge of energy. It was euphoric, and addicting. 

And with an addiction came the punishment of withdrawals. Nike felt such a withdrawal when the Mawile left the island for several months, much longer than her normal trips around the continent to perform some magical research. Nike quickly sank into depression as she genuinely missed the Mawile and the power they gave her. She yearned desperately to feel that huge burst of power, that euphoric feeling of superiority she had whenever she became so much stronger than before. The omniverse could be held in her hand by her power, yet all she could think about is having more; to indulge herself in unlimited growth and power.

That's when she started seeking ways to distract herself from her desire for Amelia's company. Like most of the legendary Pokémon in their world, she was gender-fluid but usually chose to be a hermaphrodite. The bursts of energy she got from Amelia was enough to make her aroused, hardening her dick and making her wet between the legs. In the past, Nike had masturbated all the time to relieve herself from stress. Now-a-days, she resisted the temptation to rub herself as she felt lowering herself to such mortal matters was undignified of her. She was a goddess, after all, and goddesses had to have standards.

But the desire to find some outlet for those euphoric kicks kept growing the longer Amelia was away, and eventually she just couldn't help herself. While lying in bed, biting her lip from the pain of withdrawal, she grasped the head of her flaccid dick. A shot of pleasure raced through her head, not unlike the pleasure she felt when Amelia visited the temple. It was so relieving, yet nowhere near enough. She felt a moan in the back of her throat and she bit her lip harder to try and keep it down, wishing not to be so enthralled by the pleasure of her flesh. Yet, that touch alone had reminded her of the feeling Amelia's body gave her. She wanted more...

Nike gently rubbed along the length of her small, flaccid dick. It didn't remain soft for long, throbbing with every beat of her heart and growing just a tad bigger each time. The feeling of it pulsing against her hand, against the bedspread she was laying on, was oddly satisfying to her. She squeezed her legs together and felt a bit of wetness between them, her womb fired up with lust now that her endowments were getting attention. Her body tensed up, nipples hardening along with her dick. Her restraint slipped, a small moan escaping her lips. She reached a hand to one of her tits and gently squeezed the nipple, feeling another burst of pleasure.

Then she felt another feeling rush through her, a strange rush of excitement. Her whole body spontaneously grew a little bigger. Pleasure and power rushed through her body, dick throbbing at full hardness with an extra quarter of an inch added on to its usual size. Her balls had swollen up just a bit, and felt a bit heavy with liquid. Her breasts felt just a tad bit heavier as well. Astonished, Nike kept rubbing herself. That burst of growth had felt good, so good...

Then she grew again, another burst of euphoria assaulting her! A moan slipped out of her throat as she grew a few inches bigger, adding just a tad more size to her endowments compared to the rest of her body. She kept rubbing, rubbing, feeling pleasure rushing through her. She grew again, then again and again, over and over again. Every growth spurt treated Nike to a larger rush of pleasure, and after each one her endowments grew just a bit bigger in proportion to her whole body.  

What she'd failed to realize was that the power she gained from Amelia wasn't simply strength. Amelia's fertility, which constantly grew at incomprehensible rates, was tied to the Mawile's own strength and power and subsequently made her stronger. The euphoric feeling Nike got whenever she was near the Mawile wasn't because her power was growing thanks to them, but because her fertility had been growing.

Nike's growth spurts started getting larger, adding a few inches to her form every time. Eventually she had to pause so she would not outgrow her room. In the span of a few minutes she'd gone from a tiny little fire fairy to a horny giant with a dick long enough for her to lean forward and suck off. She was panting lustfully and feeling an intense desire to keep masturbating, but then she considered how undignified this was for a goddess and tried to calm herself down. The Victini managed to get her breathing under control and tried not to think about her huge endowments, eventually drawing her mind far enough from her lust to calm herself down. Her dick went flaccid as she fought against her lust.

After that, Nike tried to shrink her body and endowments back to normal size. Yet when she tried to suppress the energy she'd used to grow this big, she found that no amount of force or willpower could get that energy back under control. She tried for several minutes straight, fighting against her living dynamo. It was like an immovable object fueled by an unstoppable force, eventually forcing Nike to just give up and relax. She briefly admired her size and her endowments, wondering how terrifying she would be to other mortals if they saw her like this.

It was a very interesting question, thinking of how mortals would react to a giant Victini. She imagined herself looming over her subjects, over the island itself, with her dick throbbing hard above them and demanding they all worship it like the worthless, disposable beings they were. She'd make them rub her endowments, fueling her with euphoric pleasure that would make her grow even bigger and further ensuring she would dominate all things. The more she thought about it, the wilder her fantasies became. Next she imagined the same scenario except with her looming over the planet, dick reaching high above her head, and asking the mortals to worship her for all eternity. She briefly imagined them complying before deciding it would be more fun to judge them harshly for their inadequate worship of such a massive, awesome being by plowing herself into the planet and blowing it up with her immense orgasm.

All throughout her fantasy, Nike's endowments had been hardening up again. In fact, the very thought of her size was filling her with so much pleasure that she was having more growth spurts. The room became a tight space, unable to contain her being. Her long, hard dick poked through the outer wall of the room, the tip poking outside. Frustrated with the cramped conditions, Nike pushed the whole wall down and flew outside, resting herself upon the mountain. 

Nike looked back to her cock and, with a brief and devious smile, started stroking herself again. Those growth spurts came back en-mass, her body growing bigger while her endowments grew heavier. She noticed a dollop of pre leaked out of her tip, a tempting bit of her essence. She leaned forward and licked it off of her tip, curious to the flavor. Her eyes widened when the taste hit her: it was surprisingly spicy, a powerful flavor that she absolutely loved. She started to lean forward to suck herself off before she realized just how "mortal" a thing that would be. In fact, she once again considered just how beneath her all of this pleasure was. Was it really something she needed to be happy? She, a powerful prophet to the very creator themselves?

A minute passed as she debated this, whether she needed or even deserved to please herself this way. She considered finding a place to hide herself at the very least. Then she looked down the mountainside at the various towns and cities of mortals on her island, many beings living beneath her, and something occurred to her: She was not just a goddess, she was THEIR goddess. She didn't need to seclude herself. In fact, perhaps the opposite was true: she was growing bigger, a being looming over all others. This wasn't her lowering herself to mortals, this was putting herself above them. All of her masturbation and growth was, a sign of her superiority, so why hide it?

Nike leaned down and took her tip into her mouth. It squirted pre in bigger bursts as she sucked herself. She reached down and gripped her balls, swelling with every rush of euphoria she had. She grew again and again, looming higher over the mountain. Her body started growing against the temple, crushing more of it with every burst of growth, but she didn't care. If she was going to be gigantic, why would she need that old place anyway? The walls rumbled and started to crumble as she pressed against their poorly built forms, and eventually the whole place was crushed, the ruins sat beneath her bum as she grew on top of the mountain.

Nike briefly paused to look around, seeing all the mortals on the island looking at the growing Victini with a mixture of panic, awe, and disgust. This filled her with such confidence that a renewed sense of power filled her. Grinning, she reached between her legs and started rubbing her vagina. Her dick throbbed high above the mortals beneath her, endowments swelling bigger and longer as her body kept growing bigger and mightier. Before too long, she grabbed her dick again and shoved it into her mouth as it leaked like a faucet, the Victini indulging in her heavenly tap. It was such a delicious essence, and it had to be because it came from such a superior being!

She felt her body tense up, pleasure rushing through her. Her growth became constant and rapid, and euphoria overwhelmed her. She curled up and shoved her dick as far down her throat as she could, knowing what she was about to feel. Orgasm ravaged her body and cum blasted into her stomach. The taste was simply divine, a thousand times better than her precum had tasted. And all the while she kept growing bigger, bigger. She occasionally glanced down at the ground which kept growing smaller. Pretty soon she was laying atop the whole island as a lake of cum kept shooting into her stomach. She gulped every last drop down, wanting all for herself. Nobody else deserved her incredible seed.

She had to let her dick go before too long, the shaft too long for her to bend into her mouth. It kept squirting into the air and coming down on her body, covering herself in sticky mess. She grabbed her dick and hugged it tight, pulling it between her swelling breasts and rubbing herself mid-orgasm, even while they themselves were lactating bursts of warm milk. Ever-growing rushes of euphoria flowed through Nike's body. The feeling was heavenly, it was divine, she didn't want it to stop.

But it did stop, and when it did the Victini was sorely disappointed. Her dick throbbed high above her head, almost twice as long as she was tall. Her breasts sagged down to the ground beneath her, trapping her dick between them. The feeling of her throbbing shaft between her mounds sent constant bursts of pleasure through her body. She wanted more, so much more. No, she deserved so much more! She deserved to indulge her fertility to its fullest, to abuse her neigh infinite power by pouring it all into her balls, her tits, and her dick and having them grow monstrous. Speaking of which, Nike looked down and realized just how big she'd become: she now loomed over the Domina archipelago, an entire chain of islands plus a big peninsula which all-together made up a sizeable sub-continent. The land here was dominated by a single huge, ancient, but ultimately pathetic empire. Well, she knew just how to make use of them.

Nike leaned over the country, grinning deviously, and started grinding her dick across the islands, letting the various bumps of the land dig into her dick and really please her perfect body. She moaned loudly, wishing now for the whole world to know what it was: a toy for her to abuse, and abuse she would. Nike could already tell thousands of mortals were either fighting against her or worshiping her in a desperate attempt to prolong their lives. She grinned as she felt euphoria rush over her, dozens of times stronger than before. Her orgasm had unlocked much more potential than what she'd felt earlier, and she could tell just how much she would grow. Her body surged high into the clouds, going from country size to continent size in one big burst. Her dick dug a gigantic ditch in the crust of the world. Nike sat upon the world and kept rubbing herself, the planet almost immediately becoming unsatisfactory for her massive length. 

Her body quivered a bit, tensing up for the next growth surge. Nike's mind raced with wild fantasy as she surged larger, outgrowing the world by a huge margin. Disappointment suddenly overcame her: she'd been hoping to reenact that earlier world-fucking fantasy she'd had, but now the planet was too pathetic to please her. However, Nike realized she hadn't given her pussy nearly much attention and spread her legs to give it some well-deserved playtime. She pressed the planet against her lips and started pushing it inside of her, grinning eagerly as her vagina widened and accepted the feeble planet. Literally billions of mortals panicked as their world was swallowed up by a massive goddess, but it meant nothing to the dominant goddess. The world slipped into her with a lewd slurp and her lips closed once it was inside, sealing it within her dark cavern never to be seen again. Just for good measure, she looked over at the moon and grabbed it, shoving it down her cock to make use of it.

So there she was, Nike the prophetess of the creator, floating amongst the cosmos. In the span of a few minutes she'd destroyed the very thing her creator had created, which she'd heralded for eons. She grasped her dick and kept stroking, feeling more growth spurts building up within her. She could tell that the size she was now was absolutely nothing, just a speck compared to what she would very soon become. She once thought she could hold the omniverse in her hands, but even that was nothing compared to what she would grow to. She was Nike the Victini, and her power was ever-growing. Even if that Mawile never gave her power another boost ever again, Nike still knew she could dominate all things with her sexual power, and why wouldn't she? The potential was hers.