Twitter Winner - April 2022

TAGS: Growth/Expansion, Revenge Rampage, Macro Growth, Hyper/Hyper Growth

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Really shouldn’t have poked her.

She was sure the science team believed they had her under control; a laughable notion, but one that she insisted on maintaining, purely so she could then see the looks on their faces once she broke free of containment and showed them all just what was on her mind. Batteries of tests on the daily, zero privacy, being treated less like a living, thinking creature and more like a thing to be prodded and measured? Oh, she had plenty of grievances she’d like to air, and plenty of people to air them one.

Nevlian had never asked to be made the way she was. Hell, she didn’t even remember a time before she woke up inside her living quarters and was informed her first sequence of tests would start a day from then; maybe she used to live in the outside world and was abducted from it, maybe she’d been birthed out of a vat, who knew? The only thing she knew for certain was that she was the result of genetic fusion, and even then it was purely because the scientists were so “kind” as to inform her of her own nature after she asked for the dozenth time.

Plenty of questions to ask about what she was, given that she was neither Glaceon, nor Glastrier, nor Ninetales, none of which would be answered until she got everyone backed into a corner, unable to do anything other than tell her what she wanted to hear. But she bided her time regardless; it was important that the team experimenting on her be made to believe that she was obedient, pliable, that she wasn’t actively looking for every weak spot in their security systems whenever possible. It was important they believe they were in control, when she was making a mental catalogue of all the ways she could get out of there the moment she was given the slightest opportunity.

Waiting for the right day was maddening. Months passed, maybe even years; it was impossible to know, given the only clocks available in the facility all faced away from her and she wasn’t allowed contact with the outside world. No windows meant that the only rhythm she had to her were the meals served through a hole in the door, and who knew what sort of pace that was. Did most people need four meals a day? Did they always come at regular intervals? Was she any different, and thus couldn’t be used as a measuring stick?

All further grievances to add to the list; really, once she broke out, Nevlian was going to have a field day writing down complaints on the landscape. Why exactly the research team figured that they should give her the ability to improve her own physical condition at will was anyone’s guess, but they were constantly thwarted and frustrated by the fusion’s own insistence on using it for purely lewd ends. Nevlian was certain that the “goal” was to get her to make herself more durable, stronger, possessed of higher stamina, rather than stretching her curves out to give herself an extra-buxom hourglass figure.

But she wasn’t about to do what her captors wanted her to do, and besides, those were her powers; what were they going to do, send her down the chute to the incinerator? The amount of money they spent keeping her contained was such that Nevlian could only assume she was something that they couldn’t afford to lose; that this gave her plenty of leverage did not escape her, and turning herself into a nuisance whenever possible, stretching the line to see how far she could go, became something of a pastime.

But as the days rolled into weeks rolled into however long she’d been in there, the Pokéfusion’s overall resentment began fermenting into something else. With no end to the experimentation in sight, and indeed no guarantee that she’d ever leave at all, it was surprisingly easy to direct that frustration into the pit of raw, unfettered hatred she was left with whenever she tried going to sleep. Alone, at night, under a blanket that did little to cover her, Nevlian had nothing but the unending, all-consuming need for payback, nurtured and fueled by ever-increasing amounts of hate in its most destructive form.

How could she not hate them? After everything they did to her, it’d be surprising if Nevlian found it in her to forgive them; she was no saint, nor was she interested in being the better woman, not when the ability to execute justice was right there on the tip of her fingers. All she needed was an opportunity, an opening to throw herself into where the odds of her escaping would be maximised… something like a shift change, for instance, where the existing research team was swapped out with another one.

They didn’t want her to know, but she could tell. Masks and visors could do very little to hide the fact that this new batch of scientists was clearly unused to her and her abilities, and it took surprisingly few attempts before she had plenty of them wrapped around her little finger. All Nevlian needed to do was wait until they got close enough before she let her tits billow outwards, putting on her best sultry voice and making sure to bat her eyelashes in a sickeningly sweet manner. A few days, and a good third of all the researchers would bend over backwards to cater to her, convinced that all the warnings about her being a monster and a deceiver were nothing but an in-joke on the part of the prior team’s member.

Very quickly would they learn that, if anything, those warnings failed to properly describe the fullest extent of what Nevlian could do. It happened quickly enough that no one really knew it had even taken place until the alarms started blaring and blast doors were automatically deployed: one moment there was a routine test happening in one of the lower chambers, and the next multiple researchers had been frozen over, the door was opened from the inside, and the hallway leading to the control room had been coated with ice, making it impossible to navigate without slipping every other step.

For the scientists, at least, as well as the guards sent in to protect them. Nevlian could walk through the frozen patch just fine, giggling to herself as she watched so many try and fail to move to defensive positions, trampling one another in their haste to get a bead on her. How easy it was to summon her powers and create a wall of ice in front of her, thick enough to absorb any bullet impacts; how easy it was for her to keep it there, until the guards were left with a simple choice: stay where they were and get crushed, or jump ship and run to the nearest door while they still had the chance.

No doubt they believed themselves capable of holding her back; no doubt they thought all they needed to do was find a defensible position, entrench themselves, then wait until she came into range before opening fire. Nevlian herself found this notion to be nothing short of adorable; if she weren’t consumed by an irresistible need to wring their necks in return for everything they’d done to her, she might’ve commended them for at least trying… but the time for pleasantries was long gone, and so was her patience.

The facility was likely underground, judging from the few elevators that Nevlian managed to catch a glimpse of; she couldn’t imagine they’d hold someone like her in a skyscraper. This could only mean that above her head were countless tons of rock, ready to serve as a natural barrier, preventing her from reaching the outside world. Unfortunately for it, and unfortunately for everyone involved in the project, she had no need to remove obstacles in front of her; she just needed to grow, and everything would solve itself.

For Nevlian, it was a simple case of freezing everything around her, thickening the sheets of ice covering every surface, until the ambient temperature dropped well below freezing and the alarms themselves stopped functioning. Pipes groaned as their heated water slowed and congealed, windows shattered and walls buckled under the weight of it, with more and more of the facility falling to the Pokéfusion, all without her having to move from her spot. She could feel every inch of it being frozen over, she could feel the potential hidden away in it, and once it reached the right critical mass, she knew it was over.

A simple snap of her fingers was enough for it all to become inverted. Everything frozen by Nevlian came rushing back towards her, spilling into her form and filling her to bursting and beyond. She was absorbing her own power, borrowing from the facility as well, and growing ever more massive in the process, enough that only a couple of seconds were needed before her shoulders bumped into the ceiling, and a couple of seconds more until she had to be on her knees just to fit inside the corridor.

But there could only be one victor in the fight between Nevlian and the containment facility, and she didn’t go out of her way to break out only to be thwarted at the very last step. Anyone watching from the outside, wondering why exactly so many alarms had been triggered and then immediately silenced, would see a large, empty patch of ground suddenly freezing over, a thin layer of ice crystals forming directly above it, spreading from a central point.

They’d have a few seconds before the whole thing erupted, spreading a wide cloud of debris above their heads, blocking off the sun and making it clear to anyone who wasn’t already aware that whatever was left of the underground complex, it was probably not in a fit state anymore. Unfortunately for those topside, the haze of dust was thick enough that they failed to see what had caused it; in between covering their eyes and coughing the bits of dirt out of their lungs, no one saw the giantess emerging from the hole until it was too late, until her voice rang out as her giggle turned into a chuckle turned into an outright cackle.

Getting out of the facility proved to be far simpler than Nevlian could’ve imagined, but that was neither here nor there; now that she was free, she could do whatever the hell she wanted, and with the whole world there for the taking, what else was there to do other than assert herself over her surroundings? What else to do other than lord over everything she could see…

… which would’ve been a lot better if she wasn’t surrounded by desert in every direction. Climbing out of the whole, the Pokéfusion saw nothing but a stretch of bleak nothingness as far as she could see, and given how she was a good three hundred feet tall by the time she fully pulled herself from the remains of the laboratory, that was a lot of nothing. Plenty of little ones scurrying about down below, a few of them even going so far as to open fire on her with what she presumed were tranquiliser darts, given how they didn’t even break the skin.

She was unconcerned; whatever dose they could give her would mean nothing compared to her full mass. Besides, she was much too busy to fall asleep, not when she had a whole world to pay her revenge unto! Not that most of them were directly guilty of everything that happened to her, but by simply allowing it to happen, they were made implicit; Nevlian wasn’t about to suffer the existence of a society that would produce a program such as the one that imprisoned her, not when she could replace it with something far better with herself in the middle of it all… just as soon as she was done taking care of all the unwanted elements.

First things first: reshaping the planet to better suit her needs. It made sense for her captors to place the lab there of all places; they probably thought that the best way to contain someone who could control ice and cold would be to stick them in the middle of a scorching hot desert, and indeed, for a few moments, Nevlian felt somewhat uncomfortable at the blistering heat. But she was better than that; she wasn’t some helpless baby, unable to reshape the world to better fit her desires, nor was she in any way worried about what freezing a desert would do. She was hot, she wanted to be cold, and that was the end of it.

Snapping her fingers, the giantess summoned her powers and unleashed them on her surroundings. It was as simple as that: her will was directed at the external world and it simply ceased being a desert, turning into a perfect winter wonderland covered from top to bottom in three feet of snow; granted, this did force her to redirect weather patterns to such an extent that it caused severe disturbances for hundreds of miles around, but as soon as she saw the clouds of moving in and the ice forming around her, it hardly mattered.

Plus, being in such a place further strengthened her, as Nevlian found that, much to her surprise, her body was quick to adapt on its own when it was somewhere that it actually belonged in. So long spent being stuck inside an underground lab that the giantess honestly had no idea that was even a facet of herself, enough so that, by the time she noticed her curves were accentuating themselves without her input, Nevlian had already developed an hourglass figure.

Not that she was going to complain; looking down to see her thighs thickening in real time, her bust billowing outwards as her entire form surged upwards towards the cloudy sky, it was a dream come true. It was the purest affirmation of her power as a goddess born of mortal origin, one whose domain had just been extended to the totality of a planet, all of it entirely unaware of what was headed their way.

She couldn’t help but smirk as she thought about what she’d do, nor could she help herself; with her body becoming what it was, Nevlian had to pour more mass into herself, had to make her tits larger, her ass plumper, her thighs fatter. It was easy as well: with ambient temperatures plummeting the longer her artificial blizzard was maintained, she could just drain power from her surroundings, causing her to grow ever bigger and more dominant, at times without even having to do anything. All that was required of her was to be her, and it was precisely this truth that caused her to start wobbling slightly with each step; hard to walk normally when one of her hands was busy between her legs.

Far enough away from her that she didn’t have to worry about it, a multitude of alarms had been blaring inside an underground bunker ever since the giantess broke free from containment. Originally devised as a failsafe in case every other failsafe misfired or malfunctioned, the skeleton crew assigned to keep watch over it were left in a state of paralysed shock as they confirmed that their own instruments had not, as they wanted to believe, gone off for no reason.

It was a comforting illusion to partake in: if their alarm went off, that had to mean everything had gone wrong in the worst possible way, giving the half a dozen or so techies plenty of reason to try and convince themselves that what they were seeing was actually malfunction. But when none of their calls were answered, when all their scanners returned was white noise, and when satellite imagery revealed that a good chunk of what used to be desert was now suddenly covered with a thick blizzard and coating of ice, that’s when reality began to sink in.

Not quickly enough for them to do anything about it though; by the time the crew got their asses in gear and went through the proper protocol, they found that all of their emergency lines were either not functioning, or whoever was on the other end just refused to pick up… either that, or they were too preoccupied with something else to grab the receiver; by then, looking at realtime satellite feeds served only to deepen their panic, as what had once been a “simple” storm in the middle of nowhere had grown to encompass most of the country in a matter of minutes.

For Nevlian, it was an exponential process that became impossible to stop after a while: the bigger the blizzard, the more power it fed back into her, allowing her to use her powers even more effectively and thus create an even larger storm with which to blanket the world with a thick carpeting of snow and ice. All the while, her own body continued to grow and thicken, absorbing a fraction of the energy expended in the giantess’ rampage to leave her ever greater and more resplendent; wouldn’t take long before her bust was nearing her waistline, which had itself bloomed out to a size big enough that Nevlian couldn’t even walk without sashaying.

She was at once the picture of excess and dominance, and she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way: at least now, if any of the little ones dared look in her general direction, they would know who they were dealing with, purely at a glance! One errant twitch of the head, that was all they’d need to be able to see her in her fullest magnificence, all they’d need to have their minds twisted into full subservience.

Not that the giantess was in any need of servants, but that was unimportant; if the little ones wanted to throw themselves at her and attempt to make something useful out of their miserable lives, then who was she to say no? Better to accept it as an entertaining quirk of those beneath her and learn to deal with the utter lack of consequences that came from effortlessly stomping on them whenever they became too needy… whenever she wasn’t just stomping on them for no particular reason.

Given the stretch of desert she was in, her body was more or less at the scale needed to do that by the time she reached the first settlement; and by settlement, she of course saw little more than a gas station with a couple of buildings around it, in what would’ve once been a desolate stretch of road in the middle of the heat-blasted nowhere. Now, a desolate road in the middle of a frozen nowhere, which Nevlian found funny enough that she could barely hold back her giggling fit.

Thankfully, no one thought to stop her… or, if they did, they chose to do nothing that the giantess really noticed. She would’ve expected airstrikes, an army detachment, hell, maybe even nukes fired at her just to make sure she was dead and buried; none of these things would work, but at least they would’ve been something compared to the big pile of nothing that she had to deal with. Really, it felt that, the closer she came to the largest city, just visible off in the horizon, the less resistance she found.

To be fair, it was likely due to the snap storm making any quick deployment all-but impossible, but Nevlian couldn’t help but be disappointed at the lack of a proper response. These were the people who kept her imprisoned for all this time? The very same who couldn’t handle a little cold? If she’d had known, she would’ve broken out of her cell far before then; all that time, she assumed there’d be some degree of resistance from the outside world, but apparently all she needed to do was stomp around a bit and suddenly everything stopped working!

Of course, it could be that she was just that much more powerful than she initially assumed. It could be that her body truly was that of a goddess, and far more than in just appearance as well; maybe those who had created her went a bit too out of their way to make someone who far surpassed even their ability to control, letting loose their creativity to give birth to a true deity of artificial origin, one who cared little for the rules of reality and far more for their own whims and desires. It could be that she was destined to take that world, and no one could take it from her.

Then again, the rest of civilisation was still there, and she couldn’t quite abide by that. Indeed, it being there at all was nothing more than an affront to her and her suffering, enough so that it really needed to go if she ever wanted to have any measure of inner peace. Luckily, Nevlian’s powers were more than up for the task, especially once her head reached the upper levels of the atmosphere and her breath began freezing over the air currents keeping the whole thing somewhat stable.

From there, it was simple enough to extend her influence to the rest of the world… though, given what she was actually doing, “influence” was certainly being charitable with words. Global temperatures plummeted as the blizzard was made to spread throughout the globe, even the hottest regions around the equator experiencing a sudden freeze, ice crystals forming in the air spontaneously wherever thermometers dropped below zero.

It would only get worse over time, with the ground itself being covered in a thickening sheet of frost that only grew higher the longer sleet and snow were allowed to deposit themselves, every exhale turning into a small cloud of vapour before it grew cold enough for even that to crystallise near-immediately after leaving one’s body. The very presence of the giantess was pulling the world into an ice age, with the ice caps already gaining terrain as they froze over the oceans around them, tendrils of frozen surface water snaking towards the nearest patch of land, ready to overtake it.

And at the center of it all, heading towards the Pacific, was Nevlian. She figured that, given that it was the largest ocean on the planet, she ought to turn it into her personal palace: easy enough to sculpt herself a residence from the ice itself, and given how much of the ocean was being frozen over, there was plenty there for her to use. Hell, all it took was for her to step onto the ocean for ice to form beneath her feet, deepening the longer she stood there; by the time the giantess reached the middle of it, just a few minutes later, the sea-spanning megaberg was at least a mile deep and growing deeper still by the second.

The entire planet was one enormous ice chunk: cities buried beneath skyscraper-sized piles of snow, desert sands covered in white powder, plains frozen over and mountains vanishing beneath glaciers, all of it forming in real time, quickly enough that anyone left alive could easily see it. Ancient glacial formations, once capable of dwarfing skylines, formed yet again, burying entire countries underneath enough frozen mass that the ground itself was pushed further down, while the air grew still, thick with frost, the winds themselves incapable of blowing underneath the pressure created by Nevlian’s powers.

And Nevlian herself, standing tall above all of this, her head closer to the vacuum of space than it was to the ground. Nevlian, whose form had grown so excessive that she was finding it difficult to even walk at all: between her tits nearing her knees and her asscheeks having become so gargantuan that they were close to touching the ice sheets even with her standing up, it was hard for her to even begin to justify still being mobile, let alone walking with purpose. Better to sit down and make a throne for herself, where she could reign over her new domain, somewhere unassailable that none could even dream of taking from her.

So she set to work. Ice and snow were reshaped in accordance with her will, being given form as they built a castle from the ground up: a truly opulent structure, best resembling an archetypal palace than anything remote defensible, one with an overabundance of towers and far too much translucence for its own good. It looked like an ornament, an ice sculpture brought to a fancy dinner and placed in the middle of it all where it could be admired for a few hours before being taken away, only on a scale large enough to be easily seen from low orbit. And there, Nevlian made her throne, yet more ice wrought in the shape of a seat large enough to fit her colossal rump.

Only then did the giantess stop to think about what she’d done. Only when she had climbed the steps to the top of her crafted palace, looking over the Earth from her vantage point, so high up she could see the planet’s curvature, did Nevlian stop to consider what actions she had undertaken. There, in front of her, nothing but desolation: a blizzard to rage eternally, forever to consume whatever was left of the Earth, churning away at its surface, leaving nothing behind but a blasted snowscape where nothing but herself could live.

No plants, no animals, no one but herself as far as she could tell. Months, years spent in captivity, and it was all over in a matter of… an hour, maybe? All she did was break free of the lab, and now there was nothing left that could even remotely stand up to her; maybe some deep-sea bacteria were still alive, extremophiles whose existence was guaranteed in so far as the universe in general was around, but apart from that?

Nothing. And she smiled.

Nevlian was ready to shut her eyes and have a nap after a job well done, and would’ve done so if not for something grabbing her attention. It was odd, in that it wasn’t a sound, or a taste, or a sound, or anything linked to her regular senses… but she could still “feel” it, in some aetherial and detached manner. It was a presence, one not unlike her in many respects, one approaching her from every direction at once, yet particularly from out in front.

The giantess had a few moments to process this, even if she had no frame of reference for what it could be. She didn’t even get up from her seat; tits spilling out onto the ground and an ass wide enough to serve as a couch? She was not getting back up until her muscles were ready for the pounding, so whatever was coming her way had best learn to deal with her as she was or kindly take a hike and never come back.

But what she felt, and kept feeling at an ever-greater intensity, was something like her: a creature that was more than just one, an entity composed of multiple parts, built to be a greater sum; a fusion, if one would, and one that Nevlian could actually understand, logically, in the sense that she understood what sort of powers it had… which raised a great number of questions regarding her own uniqueness, whether or not this had all happened before, and just what that research team had been up to.

Fittingly, this phantom presence coalesced in front of her in the form of a red-hot, amorphous blob of energy, one that slowly cooled down as it took a more recognisable shape: one that mirrored Nevlian’s own, before the blizzard began feeding into her curves, yet just as gigantic in terms of raw height. Extremely difficult to tell what mixture was there, apart from the base clearly being of the Eevee line; a Leafeon, perhaps?

Regardless, they stood there, staring at her, an expression that mixed equal parts anger and disappointment as they swept their eyes across the landscape, looking close enough to an irritated mother that, for the briefest of instants, Nevlian actually felt sort of bad for what she’d done.

“You know, you didn’t have to go this far. What did the rest of them do to you?”

That voice. Nevlian remembered that voice. She didn’t know where from, or when from, but she knew that voice and she knew who it belonged to: the name Ayrshire flashed in her mind’s eye, the familial relation of sisterhood colouring it; was this person her sister? Had the two of them ever been together for long enough to develop that sort of bond? Were they built out of the same genetic components, maybe even in the same test tube?

“They were just… urgh, they were just doing what they were told to do. It’s shit, but…” - the other fusion once more looked around, exasperation clearly written on every frown line she had - “Did it justify this? All of… this?”

Yes. It did. It justified it and far more, as far as Nevlian was concerned. Hell, who was this one to tell her that what she did was wrong? Even if they themselves were experimented on… did this not give them even more of a reason to see why everything she did was right? That everything she did was justified?

She got up. Angered beyond belief, Nevlian forced herself onto a standing position, bringing a hand towards her “sister”, unceremoniously grabbing the back of their head… and pulling it directly into her tits. A good muffling, and one where this other fusion would have to spend time disentangling themselves from all the fluff; really, Nevlian didn’t want to harm them, they were clearly just misguided. They needed to be taught a proper lesson on why freezing everything was the right choice.

Even if it took a while.