The Human Village was an untapped market teeming with potential ripe for the taking. Of course, this was a well known fact in Gensokyo on account of humans in general being great for whatever yokai or divine could ever need. From meat to mirth, mankind was a delightful bit of livestock with a tendency to be taken advantage of even within their own supposedly safe village.

There was only one person who could protect them now, and her name wasn’t red and white or black and yellow, no, for while the more magically inclined protagonists were dealing with the big stuff, their fellow men were left to fend for themselves. This is where Kakkoi came in.

A knock came from the main office’s front door, “Who the fuck is it!? I ain’t been expectin’ no company, so youse better be makin’ this my money’s worth! And that costs time, which is money if youse gettin’ me!” Kakkoi yelled out for the visitor to enter. She was busy smoking a cigar and looking cool, her legs up on her desk to fit the mafia boss persona she’d made for herself. After all, tailoring a whole three-piece suit and tie and trench coat had cost a lot in a village so behind the times.

The door creaked open and a lowly medicine seller stepped before the mafia boss. She was tinged purple from the robes to the hair, “I’ve come to discuss these ‘protection’ fees I’ve been prompted to pay…”

“Izzat it!? Y’know, youse don’t gotta be puttin’ ‘protection’ in quotes like that or I’ll really think ya tryna get me all worked up! I make the money, man, I roll the nickels! Who the fuck are you!?” Kakkoi leaned her head down to get a better look at the seller over her triangular sunglasses before dashing the ash from her cigar in an ashtray, “Even you petty pushers gotta go pay up, so I don’t even know what youse here for unless I do!”

The seller let a suspicious smirk cross her hat covered face, “Well, Dr. Yagokoro has requested that-”

“Yagakoro you said!?” Kakkoi cut off her guest and screamed off her right hand, “Get the hell in here, Okuu, I got a job for a radioactive freak like you!”

Not a moment did the bird of a feather herself make an appearance. With a dazzlingly nuclear beauty, Okuu was a head taller than her boss with one less brain to make it count, so keeping her around as a heavy was obvious. Even then, that wasn’t even the strikingly large thing about when she had a mighty rack that put Kakkoi’s lovely nothing to shame, “Unyuu!?”

“Yeah,” Kakkoi pointed to her visitor, “Get that bunny rabbit chucklenut outta here! Halve her life or whatever that magic shit does… Resonance cascade her ass! Yeah!”

The medicine seller was confused, “What does this have to-”

“You got it boss!!” Okuu quickly saluted, bouncing her head-sized melons right in front of Kakkoi’s annoyed face, “She’ll be sleeping with the fishies!!”

“What are you-!” Okuu happily sauntered over to the medicine seller and folded her up like a piece of paper. Her rice hat fell from her head, letting a pair of rabbit ears flop out and prove her identity as an undesirable youkai breaking the no entry policy.

She beat her fists against the bird’s back to no avail, kicking and screaming to the outside until suddenly going quiet soon before Okuu returned, “I did it, boss!!”

“Fuck outta here! Yeah!” Kakkoi took a long drag off her cigar, put it out in a tray, and stood up in a flume of smoke, “Y’see, that’s why we goodfellas gotta knows our enemy before they knows us too good for us to know! Roughin’ up those Yagokoro bitches before shoulda sent a message, but still tryna muscle in like this ain’t no good. They’re goin’ all in, and we gotta call!”

“Boss!?” Okuu tilted her head at Kakkoi’s words, “Does that mean I have to-”

“Nah, fuhgeddaboudit for now bird-brain. C’mon, walk with me now and we’ll see about those Oreos maybe probably not yeah no,” Kakkoi led the way outside and left her dutiful idiot trail behind. The two of them looked across their territory, little vendor stalls dotting the sides of the road in peace more than ever now that they were there to keep the youkai, “Ever since we got that Jo’on bitch outta here, things have really been prim and poppin’ ain’t they?”

“Hmm… I guess so, but I haven’t seen any bubbles…” A couple people noticed the duo strolling down the street, and instead of getting out of the way, they approached the mobster with smiling faces, “Wow, everyone’s being so nice!!”

The villagers were ecstatic to see them, each one of them clutching something in their hands, “It’s you!” one of them called, “You’re the one who drove that business-ruining woman away, right!?”

“Eh, so what if I did,” Kakkoi glanced at their offerings, “Youse got the green? I’m feelin’ lucky!”

“Of course! We would never miss a collection! You’ve done so much for us, we really do believe you were sent as a god that’ll truly help the people!” Among their sachets of coin were some other objects like food and incense, “You must take these as well, Lady Kakkoi!”

Kakkoi happily snatched up each thing of money but hesitated at the other offerings, “I ain’t wiseguy no pie in the sky, y’know! Me!? I’m just another schmuck tryna bilk youse dry, so don’t go zerkin’ me off as ‘Lady’ anything now, capiche?”

The villagers wouldn’t stop no matter what, “And so humble, too!” Everything was stuffed into her hands by the end, “May our prayers be heard, Lady Kakkoi! Farewell!”

Watching the group leave, Kakkoi couldn’t help but feel weirded out by their fervent insistence, “I don’t get these guys! Here I am snatching the green right outta their mouths with a real and honest racket, and they’re treatin’ me like some dang Freak of Nazareth over here!” Comparing herself to Jesus gave her an idea, “Actually yeah, those churches make the big bucks just shoutin’ off about givin’ to God, so them callin’ me one ain’t so bad actually…”

As Okuu wasn’t so human herself, she somehow knew something Kakkoi didn’t for once, “They’re giving you their faith, boss!! That’s like the money of gods and stuff, so you’re getting double the money!!” A beaming, wide smile down at her boss was prompting something not being received, “Do I get a treat now!?”

“Eh, maybe later and yeah no that’s not happenin’…” Kakkoi didn’t like it, but she had the money rolling in better than any other joint she’d ever run, so dealing with supernatural craziness was just a part of the job now, “Right now I wanna go buy some new clothes. These digs are startin’ to cut into me around the delicates, and I don’t wanna be showin’ off any eye candy for free,” she glanced up to Okuu’s chest, “Not like you, anyways.”

While Okuu was the brawn of the operation, she doubled as a good bit of sex appeal able to seal any deal Kakkoi so desperately needed to close. As a finely stacked dummy, she served her role with massive melons trumping anything Kakkoi had ever seen inside or out of Gensokyo thus far. Of course, the big fish kept out of her pond, so Okuu was her one and only exposure to the fuller side of things for the time being.

“I don’t even know how they make bras big enough for gadzooks like that, but I feel like just standin’ next to youse is makin’ me get bigger…” Kakkoi idly tugged at her chest, failing to adjust her bra in any way better than it was now cutting into that soft flesh underneath, “It’s like my clothes are shrinking just lookin’ at those things!”

Okuu’s was once again on point as she glanced down to her boss’ chest. Once ostensibly flat, a pancake-chested girl in Gensokyo was a dime a dozen. Now though, the bird noticed an actual bit of volume squishing around Kakkoi’s half-hearted attempts to reach any sort of equilibrium, “You’re getting bigger, boss!! You’re gonna be Okuu-sized!!”

“What kinda carbonara nonsense are youse…” Kakkoi switched to feeling herself with intent, springy material coming up where it shouldn’t, “Shit man, this ain’t right! AH FUCK I’M GROWIN’ RIGHT OUTTA MY SHIRT HERE!!!”

She panickedly wrenched her head all the way down to see the first few letters of the alphabet balloon just a tiny bit every second. Even with how slow it was, the difference minute to minute was night and day with another couple cup sizes an hour in her future if she didn’t nip it in the grapefruit-sized and growing bud.

It was a strange feeling, her unawareness reversing right into an extreme sensitivity flowing through her chest. The buttons of her humble shirt strained against a flood of creamy flesh itself strapped behind another layer of wire and cloth fit to tear at any moment. So while her tie was at least able to savor some time in the cleavage, her vest wasn’t so lucky and just everso slightly strained along with the rest.

“Okuu-sized” as the Okuu herself put it was quite right when Kakkoi was well on her way to letting her newfound divinity all hang out nice and firm for the world to worship. Before long though, the growth seemed to level out and calm with faith on reprieve, “Christ, I’m startin’ to look like a… I don’t even fuckin’ know!”

Kakkoi didn’t go to light a cigar to calm down, instead hesitantly bringing her hands to test the damage. Dollops of titflesh were seeping through the cracks and staining red with marks from her unfortunately too strong bra, “I gotta get this fuckin’ thing offa me!”

Kakkoi took a moment away from her chest to lightly struggle against the pressure of her own body fighting a milky war against her. Okuu, all the while herself never having touched one, had always been confused by Kakkoi’s comments about them until seeing their incredible hold on the female form in person, “Wow, you gotta thing holding back your Okuus!!”

“T-That’s what you call them!? The fuck’s the matter with- ooUgh SHIT SHIT SHIT GET IT OFF!!!” Kakkoi was drowned out by her own body revving for another custard filling of chest to tear apart her high rolling lifestyle. Even so, the hooks around back finally listened to let go all that tension with a bouncy rearrangement visibly shifting into clear nipple bulges splayed out a little more sideways then either woman expected.

“God, I’m gonna give those bitchass villagers a foot up their asses if this shit gets any worse…” She was too busy with the bra to realize just how much she’d grown the second time. Without anything to hold it back anymore, they’d rounded out to an incredible, bird-brained size fit to match her nuclear idiot, “You gotta be kidding me…” She turned to her en-greened companion with a starting, “You seein’ this sh…” before trailing off at a sight equally disturbing as those twin peaks unwrapping on her chest.

She was looking at Okuu eye to eye, head to head, and face to face without a single bit of disparity between that tenuous stare. There were some signs before, a noticeable feeling of air on her ankles that shouldn’t have been possible, but she definitely didn’t expect this. The two were the same height, equalling out to a good chance on any woman’s basketball team at around seven feet a piece. Taking this new development into the equation, not even noticing a sudden extra foot or so off the ground, Kakkoi was starting to get especially worried now if she wasn’t already halfway to a heart attack before.

“O-Okay… Yeah, I can work this… Whaddya think, Okuu, is going a little gigantic where it counts worth it…?” Kakkoi tried to keep a brave face with her subordinate and was almost succeeding, “People worship the biggest bitches here I guess with those old hags and sages or whatever I’ve been hearin’ about, so a little bit of this and that ain’t so bad… Right?”

“Unyuu? What’s a hag?”

Kakkoi didn’t take a second to even think about it, “Oh they’re when women are all old and saggy and wrinkly and shit. MILFs and stuff, gotta love ‘em, but I’m tryna run a legitimate business here! I can’t be dealin’ with those deep voiced beauties and…” Her voice cracked an octave deeper for a moment on words she didn’t mean to say, “I do not like that, and I want you to forget that right now.”

“Saggy? Like those?” Okuu pointed at Kakkoi’s chest, the duo similar sizes clearly deviating with her boss’ more weighted rack. In the time they’d been talking, it seemed like the years had taken their toll on that poor pair in a couple of minutes for more descent than youth usually allowed.

“Y-Yeah I guess so, huh…”

“And wrinkly like those little lines on your face?” Okuu pointed to Kakkoi’s face now which didn’t mean much without a mirror.

“Oh don’t tell me…” The boss hesitantly traced the sides of her eyes under her sunglasses, feeling the faint if not still distinct marbling of crow’s feet starting to take hold among other parts of her face, “I’m prunin’ up! I’m aging gracefully like some…” Her voice again cracked down into a devilishly seductive timbre not fit for her at all.

Okuu lightened up, “You gotta drink some water then, boss!”

An uncharacteristically solemn look on the mobster’s face met Okuu’s beaming optimism, “I don’t think that- S-Shit, my ass is feelin’ weird now! The fuck’s-!” She broke out of her dejected stupor in no time once a familiar warmth spread to her narrow hips, “YOU GOTTA BE FUCKIN’ KID- eEyeRgh That fuckin’ hurts, man, c’mon!”

Complaining to no one in particular hadn’t done much of anything but prompt a flush of butt to really start packing out and around her lower half. Not without everything else that came with it, her hips noticeably widened out from boyish to bordering boisterous against the navy blue tide of her suit pants, “How the hell am I gonna replace them when- GgGhh I should switch to sweats now that I’m thinking ‘bout it…”

While they weren’t exactly the most form-fitting before, the fabric soon strained into a delightful hug around her new girth. To match, those diminutive cheeks of hers weren’t that for long when a squishy platter of thighmeat thickened nice enough to close the thigh gap and prepare for an ass worth believing in.

And with that, it arrived on schedule as a wonderfully plush new addition to her silhouette then taking on a good hourglass shape. Her brunette hair tickled the littlest bit of shelf in the making with more to come. All in all, she’d gone and doubled in width as it passed the bounds of shoulders with clearly much to come.

“Y’know what, I was tryna talk good ‘bout these things, but I’m vetoing that bullshit and takin’ us to an expert! C’mon Okuu,” Kakkoi kept her arms lifted out in an uncomfortable constant A-pose to not touch any of her volume lest she accept these changes, “And I’m keepin’ myself under wraps until we reach our friend from Moriya, so keep back behind me and maybe I’ll get you one of those Oreos if I can get outta this un-hagged!”

She was working on a feeling, one that told her to reject all this to keep it away, and that was the right choice as she delicately waddled off with clothes on the verge of bursting on either end.

…

Kanako listened to that stiff little mobster’s story with interest, a fellow money-minded girl blossoming into divine womanhood piquing her interest, “So you wish to halt these rather bountiful additions?” Even then, she couldn’t help but be disappointed at the prospect of making them disappear.

As a goddess herself, a winner of her own shrine’s hand at that, Kanako was quite the matriarchal reckoning from the heavens. To be compared to Kakkoi at the start would be like putting a mother-daughter duo against each other. She was at least double everything Kakkoi had been and much more when going beyond her height.

So while that purply, middle-aged woman stood taller than most buildings in the Human Village, it was her other assets that really set her apart. Twenty-gallon jugs sagged off her chest and brimmed with luscious milk and material unlike even an ushi-oni. As a divine spirit trying to transition from the winds to the whims of technology, she had to be careful not to accidentally slip into representing dairy.

That was only the half of it with a devilish helping of hips enough to stuff a double-door and more balancing out her plump, aged figure. Going to Moriya Shrine was an exercise in abstinence most men ventured not to take, but those brave enough to peep the horror would see signs of that saint before the real thing. Large benches fit only for such a gravid posterior were plain to see as a warning for what was to come, but Kakkoi and Okuu weren’t here for anything like that.

“Yeah! I’m growin’ outta my fuckin’ outfit, and I need youse to help me stop it!” Kakkoi was continuing her strange posture, “I see that youse a big bitch full of faith, so help a chucklenut out and we can make a whole partnership out of it, alright? It’s called the art of the deal!” She was selling upwards to the very end with finally someone who seemed interested in buying no matter what.

Kanako’s weathered face went from neutral to a truly disappointed frown, “Is that really what you want? hmph I suppose there’s no convincing you otherwise, so tell me, what would you be able to offer me for my help?”

“Good choice, huh! Aight y’see, I got all this faith shit that’s makin’ me too titty streamer for this line of work, so I figure, why not let you get in on this instead? You’re a businesswoman yourself from what my little birdy tells me, so what kinda magic shit youse got for me in exchange?”

The goddess kneeled down to get more level with her visitors, appreciating the temporarily similar proportions between the two with only exceptionalism towards the mobster in mind, “Well, your ‘birdy’ looks like quite a good little playmate for my dear Sanae, so I’ll have to insist you turn her loose on occasion.”

While Okuu had been Kakkoi’s source of information, being dumb as rocks had forced a couple important details out of her tiny brain. In truth, there wasn’t any way to so easily transfer faith like some typical currency. No, it was something curried through perception, and it was best for everyone, but mostly Kanako, if Kakkoi let her liquid belief become an asset stored in the voluptuous sort. For that, she’d have to accept her new position with open arms into a cushiony, aged embrace.

“Yeah yeah whatever fine… Just don’t feed her any fuckin’ treats! I’d be pissed if I saw anymore moozadell gettin’ bigger anytime soon…” Kakkoi shuddered at the thought of another titty incident striking her poor, legitimate business as if it wasn’t about to come around again in spades, “Anymore boobage and I’ll get out the wine…” She’d kept her head on straight for long enough, but slipped at the end with a voice crack betraying her feelings.

“pufufu So quick to celebrate I see? I say to you now, something a little more intimate would be agreeable, don’t you think,” Kanako smirked, “Something quite a bit more personal than mere faith embezzlement.”

Any of the goddess’ nuance slid right over Kakkoi’s brain, “Whaddya talkin’ ‘bout? Are youse gonna fuckin’ help me or what!? I can’t even speak anymore with that stupid hag voice comin’ out, so don’t fuck with me anymore, okay!? I’m the money president and you gotta remember that before you’re pukin’ green!”

Kanako reached out from her lowered position and touched to the mobster’s face, cupping it in her large hand, “It’d be such a shame for someone like you to reject their calling like this, so I implore you to reconsider~” Kakkoi shivered at that’s matronly figure’s overbearing caress seeming to stifle her will before spiking a magnitude more unease as it lowered to her chest, “You’ve already come such a long way.”

Delicately thin fingers spun down a spidery grasp of that mafiaoso’s engorged rack, Kanako’s expert dexterity flicking between each unpopped button to ping them off one by one. Kakkoi didn’t resist, it all coming at her too quickly to do anything but watch her breasts be unleashed. They laid lower than ever, sinking down to her vest without a single bit of intrepid cloth to keep them locked away any longer. The cool mountain air hit her sensitive skin, the girl instinctually biting her lip as gravity took its course in putting a crick in her increasingly less spry body.

“D-Don’t touch me like that you fuckin’ freak! I told youse to help me, not-” Kakkoi shuddered as a great pressure left from below the belt. While she’d been focusing on her chest, the delicate balance of body and material around her rear was broken with a triumphant popping of threads around the crack of her ass, “N-No I need these for my whole look… My old look…”

Kanako hefted up one of her tits with a bemused look, “So full already and unable to keep it from getting any fuller… fufu I understand you run some bit of organized crime in the Human Village, so I don’t understand why you’re so against this. Sex sells in any industry, dear, so it’s better you accept that.”

Just from a couple touches, Kakkoi was too out of her element to properly react, especially when she could tell the growth was revving back up for a third and likely final round of outrageous proportions if she wasn’t careful, “Y-Yeah but… uhmm I already got a nice piece of ass right here with Okuu… Yeah…”

Okuu hadn’t expected to be addressed at all anymore and took a couple seconds to realize she’d been called upon, “Piece of what? I thought Okuu was good for Okuus!!”

“Shit… Yeah it’s not good if she doesn’t get it…” Trying to go all in on the brawn didn’t work when she was more cute and sexy, “W-W-Well… How the hell am I gonna get any work done with these… big… hot… breasts…” Another voice crack forced her attention down to Kanako swooping in her other hands to heft up both breasts at the same time, starting to lightly knead them in.

“fufu You’re not making much sense, are you dear? I can understand the reluctance as a goddess who went through the same transition herself, but don’t mistake my words as a choice for you to make. This is happening no matter what~” Just like she’d said, Kakkoi’s words hit the wall of her own body, betraying her. While able to palm those head-sized melons from the start, she could verily see such supple flesh rumbling out further past the edges to sizes never thought possible.

“My breasts are really freakin’ growin’ agAIN FUCK GOD DAMMIT I WAS TRYna not stop…” It wasn’t just her body, but her very mind course correcting against her outwards into whatever end it had beyond her sight, “Okuu… Am I cooked…?”

“Lookin’ good boss! Well done and tasty!” Okuu sent back a well-meaning thumbs up to her boss, now clearly craning her neck up a little to meet her eyes. All during her panic, the most comparatively silent of all, her height, had been incrementally propping her up with infinite potential too slow to notice until Kakkoi was looking down at her subordinate. It was only another extra foot or two, but it was already well beyond human and closer to whatever that devious goddess was pushing her towards.

While her breasts reached further down her ribcage, the rest came through in staggered bits of surging flesh straining against her mortal attire. The need for more torso to fit those enormous jugs came in with inches there going double for those things. Kanako’s twenty-gallon tankers were colossal, sure, but Kakkoi wasn’t looking too far behind with a quarter to half rolling in along with the rest of her.

The goddess was satisfied with her handiwork thus far, “See? Those foolish little complaints of yours aren’t even being heard by yourself,” and stopped groping her partner in crime, “This is simply the best result for the both of us, but you’ll have to see it to have faith yourself~”

“Faith…” Kakkoi muttered to herself while sliding a hand down her hips, “What the heck, it’s about time I grew up anyways…” Her tone didn’t go back to normal as a knowing look passed her face. She took off her sunglasses, a softened set of features matching a more mature demeanor taking over. Her hat, though, stayed on, shielding her face from the sun lest those lines marking the years get any deeper.

The cuffs of her pants had risen up past her ankles and well into uncomfortably stopping at the shins while the hole on the back was widening with evermore assmeat plumping out past the popping threads. Yes, she’d need a skirt like her new partner, and soon with all that ass on the horizon looking to create its own need for speciality seats as per weighty cheeks ready to break anything else underneath

Kakkoi’s lower half flourished with mountains of faith chiseling nothing into something. It wasn’t just the tear in her pants that was fraying anymore with clear cuts of material sliding up the sides of her legs upon their delightful thickening into indestructible pillars holding up her bounty of spiritual wealth. It wasn’t just sexuality made to brim from her new suppleness, no, divine strength there to give her the power to even lug around such incredible assets at her supposed age.

Kanako stood up, “Good. Let that divinity in and we can get down to business,” and enjoyed a sight she only knew from the first person, “This form is so much more fitting for gathering faith, don’t you agree~?”

“Yes…” A softer, husky voice replied to her own situation exponentially surging to match her new companion, “This’ll be better for business…” Her luscious brown locks travelled down to her butt to keep the consistency with a new, de-saturated sheen making the real difference.

Without a single bit of resistance, faith was allowed full reign of her figure all at once, the stuff had made itself at home in every touchstone of beauty befitting a genuine goddess in progress. All of her clothes paled in the power of her own figure declaring itself in bold. The final bits of her suit pants fell away with the vestiges of her suit. Only her trench coat remained as an all too small garment that Kakkoi slipped off herself for full nudity.

A towering stature matching Kanako’s own ridiculous height was the final result. Of course, there was much to Kanako than a good story or two off the ground, so those laboring breasts had been blown out into magnificently productive jugs matched by hips stuffing the same stuff. In short, both women were built the same and better for it. After all,

“Geez… I didn’t think it’d go that fast at the end, but I guess that’s what happens when you got things to do,” Kakkoi turned to her goddess in arms, “And I suppose you’ve made me a freakin’ offer I simply cannot refuse.”

“Correct, but I would hope to speak with you about your divinity first,” Kanako knew that being naked, no matter how attractive, just leaves nothing to imagination, so you’ll need to dress yourself along with some ideas about what sort of heavenly duties you’ll be performing.”

“‘Course, I get the picture,” Even if Kakkoi had matured, she still hadn’t changed too much personality-wise and didn’t even need to think about her answer, “I’m the goddess of the mafia! What else!?” Raising her voice still didn’t bring anywhere close to her formerly usual volume.

With that, Kanako brought her deeper into the shrine, leaving Okuu behind outside to do whatever Okuu does until Kakkoi would surely need her services once again. It wouldn’t be long before Gensokyo would come to know yet another interloping celestial making their mark on their infinite pantheon, but for now, Kakkoi had some work to do with Kanako. Knowing that devious schemer, it wasn’t anything good.