Try to save the day on your own

Sophie 1: "We do the same thing as anyone with a massive main character complex does: recklessly play the hero."

Sophie 2: "Gotcha. But how?"

Sophie 1: "Ummm... are we able to join together, but in a way that both of our masses remain intact? We should, right? How else would a single Sophie clone have managed to make a storm."

Sophie 2: "Let's try!"

You do try, and it does work. You are now twice as large as before: about 1,25 times taller, with previous proportions intact. You head outside, peering at the intensifying storm from under your brow.

Sophie: "Okay, so if I keep doing this..."

A few minutes later, after doubling your mass fifty times, you've grown to a respectable height of 70 thousand feet. You remain almost completely fluid and malleable, thus causing absolutely no damage to the city, or the surrounding periphery, even while stepping over entire districts.

From these heights, you stand cleanly above the highest point of Hurricane Sophie, and are able to walk from one end of it to the next in about ten steps. However, you have no time for that - at these sizes movement feels extremely slow. You can't even grasp the semi-gaseous cloud of catgirl sex - instead, you opt to try and forcibly absorb it into yourself.

This works, at first. You are technically in contact with your own body, after all, and have plentiful control over its form. However, you greatly underestimate the astronomical amounts of pleasure that the hurricane contains.

Sophie: "H-.. H.HH--HH- HSDGHHG--.-- GDSSSSSSSSS HOOOHHHHHH GGHGGHGHOOOOOHSDDDD!!"

While you have retained a single consciousness, the cloud which you're attempting to absorb is composed of billions of lust-maddened Sophies all still writhing in orgasmic pleasure. At your size, absorbing a few orgies of yourself would only tickle - but you're practically taking in the collective sex that the entire planet has during a year at once.

Yet, you remain adamant, and keep sucking it in. If the hurricane isn't stopped, it might encompass the entire world! You must incorporate it into your mass, even if you'll go crazy doing it...

Now there's an idea! What if you removed your brain's pleasure center, to negate the astounding amounts of sex that you're intaking? You shapeshift your arm into a blade and cut through your head, and start removing random bits until you no longer experience arousal.

By chance, you do manage to remove the key components of your pleasure center. However, you've failed to understand that the pleasure center has other functions besides enabling the feeling of pleasure - it also induces approach behaviour; without it, you are demotivated from even trying to absorb the hurricane.

Sophie: "Bluhh... Wh-... whay, why am I even doing this? This is boring. I just wanna listen to music and take a nap..."

Still connected to your body, the mental tiredness of your giantess-self spreads throughout Hurricane Sophie, and begins to demotivate them too. As soon as the wave of depressive drowsiness hits them, the cloud begins to uniformly dissipate and condense back into catgirls.

As the Sophies make landfall into the rained-down puddles of herselves, the de-motivation spreads into them through contact with it, too. All Sophies eventually fall down and relax into confused puddles of sexlessness.

Hurricane Sophie has been quenched. Due to brain damage you don't feel particularly happy or content about it, but have enough reason left in you to place your pleasure center back in your head. You manage to quickly absorb all the liquid Sophie from the area into your body. Now your victory feels more complete, though your body still aches with the probably millions of orgasms that it went through - you decide to lie down for a bit before attempting to shrink back to normal.

The entire tri-state area is in shambles over what happened today. None can explain the sudden army of supermodel catgirl clones, or the sudden appearance of a sex tornado, or the fact that it rained catgirls, or the ever-growing self-replicating giantess catgirl who performed serendipitous brain surgery on herself before taking a nap on top of a nearby forest.

In any case, you've now made your mark on the world. When you wake up, you'll become a household name, a **** of nature, and a terrifying capricious catgirl Goddess.

ENDING 54 -Sophienado-