A Bit of a Tight Squeeze...

EDIT: Forgot an alt!!! Sorry!!!!

Sorry for the delay on finishing this one! I had a bit of an idea I wanted to include that drew out the time to finish this, but this sequence is done! I’m not the most avid writer, but I’d like to practice it more where I can.

An endless, vapid expanse. A space devoid of sound and sight in every direction as far as the mind can perceive. Hardly dotted by an impossibly reserved dash of inky, shifting masses one could simply ignore had they not known better. One would also find themselves beyond the fabric of the very stars as we know them. Each mass, each point of stimulation among the droning nothingness of this existence was but one of boundless universes, the edges of what the entropic power each universe held onto giving them a “shape” from this backwards perspective.

Beings aren’t meant to perceive this weave. The spread of verses was not designed with accommodation to the mortal senses in mind.. And yet, one frequently reared their head… Among other spans of their body… Through this voiceless domain far too frequently.

Thunk.

Or at least, that’s how the sensation could be perceived by senses ill equipped as a human’s.

“Every… Time…”

The shifting mass of what is groaned against what wasn’t. Countless glittering points of light scattered themself across the interior of the cosmic mass as the torrent of gravity flung them away from the heaving mass of feline… Cheek…

“I try to enjoy things the ‘normal’ way and-“

A deep, unmistakable groan roared from the catboy’s frame. The countless lights and color of an entire universe briefly washed out, overpowered by a release of energy far too powerful for scientific tools to quantify shone off his form. He grew.

Starry found his hands pressed tight against the film-like layer that separated matter from the lack thereof. A resonant groan echoed throughout the bubble of existence, through the megastructure that was the plush catboy. As the struggle between the two began, it already had reached its climax as his body pressed larger in every direction. A strain both physically and mentally.

His spanning figure fought against the limitations that dare hold him in place, though despite the growing difference between him and his prison, he found himself cramped further by the moment. Something had to give. Something would give. The shine off his form grew to a furious absolution, blinding the countless spectators of stars and galaxies collecting around his figure.

And finally. A snap. As if the rising pressure had suddenly given way to a newfound euphoria. Limbs breaking free first, the rest of his spanning body surging through what dare stopped him. Light seared in all directions, inward and out. A new sensory experience to occupy. A new realm to grow into. Somewhere that would inevitably attempt to contain him again.

And one that would fail all the same.