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TAGS: Growth/Expansion, Macro/Macro Growth, Macro Destruction, Growthlust

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She took one sip of her tea, enjoying the sights of the city while they lasted.

It had been a long while since Naali had been allowed planetside, and it was just as shit as she remembered it being. Honestly, it was almost amazing how little she enjoyed being down there; after months cooped up in a space station, the snake had assumed she’d be happy with seeing anything other than the inside panelling of a seldom-attacked research base, but after paying an astounding fifty credits for one cup of tea, she quickly reconsidered.

Still, it had its uses. It was a great spot to people-watch, a fantastic opportunity to get some (literal) fresh air as opposed to the recycled garbage she had to deal with on a daily basis, and she got to flaunt her rather unique species in that part of the galaxy. Mostly humans running around meant that a serpentine critter like herself immediately drew plenty of eyes; many more were going to be on her when she was done with her plan though, that much was for certain.

It was ludicrous to think she’d get away with it, hence why Naali had begun to see it as her escape hatch from the company. Getting NanoTrasen to fire her was clearly not going to work without some absurdly extreme circumstances at play; she’d tried just about anything she could barring breaking the law, then breaking the law, then deliberately writing new stuff into it just so she could break it, and still the bastards wouldn’t let her go. “Too important to terminate contract with,” they called it, whenever they bothered to reply… well, she still had some tricks up her sleeve.

If the company wasn’t going to release her shackles, then she had no choice but to force the issue in a way even NanoTrasen couldn’t ignore. They might very well not care about their employees in any meaningful manner, but they did care about their bottom line, and a great big part of this came in the form of their ludicrous PR budget. If only the general public was made aware of half the things NT got around to, their stock market trends would be significantly more downward-facing; it was only through the generous greasing of palms and the spending of more money than Naali would ever see that NanoTrasen kept public opinion on their side, even if just barely.

The corollary to this, the delicious endpoint to this sick, twisted corporate logic, was that the company had to care about public opinion. They weren’t the Syndicate, who weren’t even any one organisation, nor the SWF, who gave about as much of a shit about how people saw them as they did about proper fire safety protocol; thus, the easiest way to target NT, was to go after how the public perceived them, a lesson most of their enemies had come to learn over the recent years.

Fighting the titan head-on might cause casualties, maybe result in an installation being lost, but little more than this; ultimately, to take NanoTrasen down, one had to chip away at their foundations until they had nothing left, leaving them to crumble underneath their own dead weight, and decades’ worth of skeletons in their closet. Naali though, she had much humbler, yet infinitely more feasible plans: she just wanted to get fired. And the simplest way to do so?

Cause a mess.

At least the solution didn’t taint the tea too much. It still left a slight twinge to it that made her snoot twitch in protest, but better to suffer through a moment of acrid flavour than have to go back to a space station and deal with all the nonsense that came with it. Choosing to forgo a tip, Naali finished her drink, got up, then picked a random direction in which to walk; it didn’t really matter where she went, just as long as she went somewhere.

The effects would only begin taking place a few minutes later, and even then they were barely noticeable at first. A slight tightness felt around most of her body, manifesting more as a general sense of malaise than anything more concrete; she’d been there plenty of times before, enough that the soon-to-be-former Head of Security didn’t think to notice it any more than usual. There was, however, a slight smile on the corner of her mouth; she knew what was coming, knew full well it wasn’t the usual, and couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the city would think about it.

It wasn’t a random choice either. As Naali slowed down, feeling the transformation welling up inside of her, she couldn’t help but giggle to herself at having decided to take some time in a NanoTrasen colony; her employers were nothing if not perplexed that someone who hated them with such a burning passion would choose to give them even more of their money and time, which was all for the best as far as Naali cared. Her bosses were never the smartest, so getting the rubber stamp on the vacation permit was as easy as walking up to the office and saying she wanted it.

Thus, when her clothes became tighter, as opposed to merely feeling as such, it was with no end of near-childish glee that the snake began thinking ahead, picturing herself as should be in just a few moments. All around her were buildings of respectable size: apartment blocks and offices, stacks of colonial administration habitats and the occasional arcology, the kind of skyline one placed on a brochure to make people not notice the slums lurking in the shadows of the highrises. All of them meticulously clean and painted the white and blue of NanoTrasen itself; a perfect symbol, and a perfect target.

Once she was done, not a single one of those structures was going to be standing. Hell, the city itself would be lucky if it still had its foundations in place by the time Naali was finished slithering about, assuming the ships parked in orbit didn’t finish the job when they received the inevitable order to take her down by any means necessary. Really, it was all just a shitshow, and Naali was all there for it; she couldn’t wait for the fireworks to start, courtesy of herself, and her quickly expanding body.

The first people to notice were those who, for whatever reason, decided to cross over Naali’s tail instead of just going around. Maybe they were looking for a faster path to the other side of the crosswalk, maybe they were angling to “accidentally” trip and then sue the snake for being such a menace to society; whatever the case, those unfortunate few who tried their luck definitely would trip once Naali’s body jumped up several sizes, enough that even the tip of her tail became so big that a fully grown human would barely be able to straddle it even with their legs wide open…

… and along with it, the rest of her body as well. The process was fast enough that it only took a minute or so for it to be over, but it was the longest minute of Naali’s life. Her whole form felt as if it was on fire, lit from within and filled with a pressure that made it feel like she was about to pop at any moment. But as the waves of heat came and went, as she kept slithering forward at an increasingly erratic pace, it all changed.

From merely being full, to being stuffed, that was what was happening. Someone had plugged her with a mass pump and forgot to turn it off, as her coils began fattening and the rest of her went along with it. What were once mere tears in her clothing started to widen, the seams bursting open as the many strands of fabric were ripped asunder, allowing more and more of herself to escape from the hole, pushing them to become even wider. Out in front, the bra she insisted on using that day fought a valiant, but ultimately futile battle against a bust that insisted on racing ahead of the rest of her, the harder cloth biting into Naali’s soft skin.

It would all be for naught in the end. She was going to be bigger than any set of clothes in existence, and the one thing her own set could do was try its best to hold on for as long as possible. It was lucky that it got to be there for the start of the process; the growth itself still had to be kickstarted, the mass still had to be deposited, and the snake got to experience every last second of it in excruciating, heavenly pleasure.

For her, it was the clothing. It was looking at herself and being able to see as what she was wearing was slowly, but surely, turned into shreds, hanging off of her purely through static cling. It was being able to hear as she outgrew her shirt, to feel as the sense of pressure rose to an apogee until it was broken through, releasing her from the bonds of her attire. And it was feeling the weight on her front tugging on her back, as her fingers sank into plush, soft snake tit, her bust expanding far more than she ever expected it to.

It wouldn’t go too far beyond the unreasonable, but her tits weren’t anywhere near what one might expect on her frame; were they on anyone else, they’d easily cover most of their front down to the waist, and even on Naali’s serpentine body, the effect was somewhat reproduced. Granted, they were significantly firmer than they used to be; some teardrop, but mostly just two enormous pillow strapped to her front, ready to swallow up whoever was fortunate enough to get near.

And this was merely the start. The first ten seconds even; she still had the rest of the first minute, where her body was pumped fuller and fuller, bigger and larger and more powerful, the chemical rush blinding her to anything but the purest experience of pleasure, until Naali was having to bite down on her tongue just to keep herself from moaning loudly enough to shatter glass. It was just the start, and for her, the beginning of something far greater than she could’ve possibly imagined.

For everyone else, it might as well have gone by in a flash. One moment the snake was just a couple of feet taller than most people around her, the next her head was towering near the very top of the apartment blocks next to her, poking out over them and casting a long, sinuous shadow over the avenue she’d been slithering through. It was a quick enough transition that most onlookers were simply unaware of it; it took them several seconds before the sudden emergence of a building-sized snake registered, and even then their brains defaulted to assuming it had to be some sort of holographic publicity stunt.

No such luck. The very first thing on Naali’s mind was making good use of her new and improved form, which could only ever take the form of her wrapping herself around the nearest structure. It was too much for her to resist; years of fantasizing about that exact scenario had left the snake with few, if any, mental defences to help shore herself up against that one urge, the instinctive need to pick the biggest thing in sight and use her muscular body to crush it into dust.

She’d wait for the little ones to get out beforehand, of course; she wasn’t food of eating paste, and besides, they tasted so much better when they were actively wriggling and trying to escape from her grasp. Better for her to let them think they’d gotten away from the giantess destroying their home, only to then snatch them up from the road and let them fall onto her tongue, swallowing her snacks whole; it was the exercise that counted, given that none of those little ones would even begin to register on her frame, but it counted for a whole damned lot in her mind.

Naali successfully bought herself enough shock time that the first panicked scream only came when she was already halfway up the nearest arcology. It was significantly bigger than she was, which made it the perfect choice for two very particular reasons: its shape, and the fact that she was still growing. Naali wasn’t about to lie, there was something beautiful about wrapping herself around something that looked like a giant dick, even if just in its general structure. Something erotic, even; it was ridiculous to produce such a thought, but imagining that immense tower as some gigantic shaft that only her body could service came exceedingly easy to her, which only helped fuel her already unstable growth. She was, after all, still under the effects of the chemical concoction roiling through her veins; she’d only just gotten started!

If the first jump brought her up enough to loom over her surroundings, the second one required her to hang onto the arcology, lest she find herself tipping over unable to control her ascent. There was a lot of snake left to unleash; Naali had to bite her tongue to stop herself from letting out a moan, one that would presumably be loud enough to shatter glass. She could feel every inch of herself (and there were a great deal of those) as her tail elongated, cracking open pavement, crushing parked cars, serving as a powerful enough roadblock that even heavy duty transport vehicles had to stop. She could feel it slithering into the alleyways between buildings, becoming long enough to wrap itself around other structures while she was still busy climbing the arcology… and she needed more.

She didn’t have any more of the chemical booster, but she did have herself… and the fact that the substance was supposed to react with extreme volatility to heightened states of arousal. Granted, it was supposed to be taken one drop at a time, not one flask; Naali didn’t know whether she’d even make it through the day without needing medical attention, but for some reason, the prospect of overdosing on growth potion didn’t seem to her to be at all important anymore. At least, compared to everything else.

Her body was immense, and she knew where every fraction of it was. She could tell when a patch of scales rubbed up against a particularly rough part of a wall, she could sense when people tried climbing her, she knew when she ended up smushing whatever was in her path. Her front, as well, had become a hotbed for sensory overload, especially up and around the arcology she was coiled around: it felt as if every movement, no matter how minute or insignificant, brought enough information into her brain that she was surprised her spine hadn’t short-circuited already.

But if her physicality refused to yield, then she would follow suit. No point being blessed in such a manner if she wasn’t going to make good use of it; better to throw herself into the pursuit of pleasure while it lasted, that the whole city might see her for what she truly was, for what she’d wanted to be all those years. Freedom, liberation, the ability to stand proud and tall and proclaim to all who dared listen that she, Naali, was the one in fucking charge, and if they wanted to complain, they could go do a whole number of unspeakable things to themselves!

She wanted it: the power, the control, the ability to turn around and declare something to be so without having a dozen or more bureaucrats on her ass telling her she wasn’t allowed. The power to overthrow any established order and replace it with her own, not because she felt she’d do a better job, but because she could. Ultimately, the right to do whatever she pleased without people stopping her, no matter how dangerous this was; for Naali, it was the dream, and it was only fitting that her move towards contractual freedom would be based entirely around this.

Because, and here was the important part, why should she stop? Now that she was big enough to topple entire arcologies if she was so inclined, Naali had to seriously stop and consider the possibility that maybe she should just… keep going? The original idea there was to just give herself a reason to be fired in such a way that even NanoTrasen wouldn’t be able to ignore, but as long as the transformation held, there was no real reason for her to hold back and return to her previous life.

After all, what was her previous life? She’d been working for the company for so long that she barely remembered what it had been like to live a perfectly regular existence, away from the constant, watchful look of a megacorp with no interest in pretending they weren’t breaking Galactic Law on a regular basis. Did she used to have a house? Did she have hobbies that didn’t include doing paperwork? Had she existed beforehand, or did they just breed a clone in a tube and tell it to go put on some armour?

Well, worst case scenario, she was still herself. She was still Naali, the hopefully-former Head of Security for a space station she honestly couldn’t give a rat’s ass about. She was still Naali, snake woman with a penchant for devouring interlopers who no one would miss. And now she was Naali, goddess in the making, titaness in the flesh, growing big and long enough to cover a significant chunk of a colony city without even breaking a sweat. It’d be ridiculous to think that she could go back to her old life, if it even existed; this new one was just… better.

Naali smiled. There was something so peaceful about finally accepting that she was free. Free from a contract, free from obligations, and now free from the pesky rules governing the little ones she loved snacking on so much; hell, she could just snack on them now, it wasn’t as if anyone was going to stop her! She could easily scoop up a dozen of them with about as much effort as she swatted a fly, then let them drop into her gullet and gulp them down for a tasty morsel.

So… why didn’t she? She was a snake, she could take far more; hell, her entire jaw could dislocate just to fit prey in, why wasn’t she gobbling up as many little ones as could fit in there? Well, her tits, for once; truth be told, there was something almost mesmerizing about having to put in some actual effort into moving her bust around, on account of how heavy it had gotten ever since her transformation began in earnest. They were huge too; Naali had to be careful not to let them slap against one another with too much force, lest she accidentally snap the arcology tower in half as a result of her ministrations.

For she wasn’t going to just coil herself around something shaped like that and not make use of her new and improved bust; it’d be a waste, a downright sin for her to not bring her hands up to her breasts and wrap them around the arcology, using it as a makeshift cock for her to rub into her cleavage. It definitely helped that her bust was significantly more sensitive than it had been previously, though to be fair to her, everything about her was more sensitive than it had been.

Naali could feel every inch of her form, and there were a lot of those to go around. She could feel every bit of concrete she forced to collapse, every stretch of wall she rubbed up against, every side of a building, every person smushed, every structure collapsed. She could feel herself stretching to encompass the entire city, she could feel her tail filling every available space, or just making more for itself if there was none available. But ultimately, she could feel herself getting bigger, in the most literal way possible: every moment that went by, the weight went up, her density went up, her presence went up, until every motion she undertook seemed akin to that of a giantess of legend.

She had to be careful. Moving too much could mean the difference between readjusting her seating arrangement and destroying an entire highrise, if not more; even the slightest of nudges with her tail were enough to cause rampant destruction, sometimes several seconds later as the shockwaves coursed through her lengthy self and ended up causing something a mile away to fall down as a result.

But at the same time, this only made her want to go further. It was power in its greatest form: she was so immense that she couldn’t even move without causing the whole world to start falling apart around her! She was so massive that her mere existence was enough to force the ground to rumble and quake, enough to get the pavement to collapse and make room for even more of herself! She wasn’t even coiling around the arcology anymore; her muscular coils had all-but broken it into pieces already, and the only reason it was still there was because she was wrapped around herself, with the wreckage conveniently kept in the middle.

It was there, at that moment, that Naali broke. It was the epiphanic moment where she saw that the tower she believed she had been climbing had in fact been reduced to crumbling remnants already that thoroughly destroyed her, and whatever chance she still had at returning to her old self. If there was still any of the old motivation there, of her only doing this for the sake of quitting her old job, it was gone, replaced entirely by a new directive: grow.

Maybe it was part of the process of freedom. Maybe, after spending years cooped up somewhere being denied the ability to do anything remotely fun, Naali’s mind had gone a bit funny; maybe she was meant to act on those urges she felt, gobbling up unsuspecting prey whenever she felt like it rather than when it was convenient for corporate, or becoming larger whenever she was the slightest bit horny instead of on the rare occasions Genetics had a reason to test out a new growth serum. Maybe, when it came down to it, NanoTrasen was responsible for far more than just giving her headaches on a regular basis: they had been withholding the birth of a new goddess.

Because that was what she was, wasn’t it? Normal people couldn’t grow to be that large; even the boosters she took were only meant to make her about building-sized, not big enough to cover an entire city! And it couldn’t be because she was in some way more receptive to the chemicals, or just happened to get lucky with the dosage, there had to be something else there. She had to have some sort of predestined fate ready for her, she had to be ordained to be that big, or else she’d never have gotten there! Either that, or Naali had officially lost it and had gone mad with power, but that couldn’t possibly be it.

No, as she gazed at the devastation she wrought, at the plumes of acrid smoke and the fissured spread across the ground, she knew she wasn’t to blame. NanoTrasen was to blame there, for having denied her true birthright for so long! Years and years of dealing with corporate bullshit without even the slightest pay raise to go with it, years of suffering outright abuse and never once complaining about it in any way that would’ve made it stick. But now? Now she knew better; now she knew that what she should’ve done all along was to simply do what she must, and everything would fall into place.

The giantess uncoiled herself somewhat, letting go of the ruined remains of what used to be a residential arcology. As the twisted metal and endless glass shards rained on the ground below, Naali repositioned herself to create something of a throne for her upper body… or, at that point, the first five or so percent of her tail. There was plenty there to serve as cushioning too; she just had to do half a dozen or so loops and there she had about thirty feet of coiled snake, ready to be used. And from there, she could observe; Naali could look out and feel as she became bigger still, adding a much-needed visual element to an already overwhelming feast of the senses.

It wouldn’t take more than a second or two for her hands to automatically seek out her breasts, absentmindedly playing with the engorged orbs and bringing plenty of moaning to Naali’s lips. She’d occasionally find her fingers slipping upwards towards her nipples, where her index and thumb would pinch the sensitive nubs and leave her quivering badly enough for it to be felt on the other end of her tail. Occasionally, these pleasure spikes would cause her tits to bloat further, but they’d clearly reached the point of diminishing returns; they were large enough to hang very heavily on her, noticeably so, giving further credence to the goddess theory brewing inside Naali’s mind: her bust had found its resting size on its own, because it was meant to, as she was obviously a goddess!

Her body was perfect, not because she was making it so, but because it was always meant to be perfect from the very start, and Naali was merely discovering this truth, piece by piece, uncovering her real self the bigger she became. She wasn’t getting longer, she was merely returning to what she should’ve always been like; similarly, her tits weren’t getting bigger, they were always meant to be that way, and NanoTrasen’s constantly pounding her into the dirt had merely been keeping this beautiful reality from unfolding.

Well, not anymore. If the company wasn’t thinking about firing her when she first ascended towards the arcology to begin with, they were definitely considering it now that Naali had stretched herself out to flatten most of one of their model cities. It was amazing how easy it was to just destroy it all; cheap plastic and corrugated metal beat into something resembling an aesthetically pleasing shape were surprisingly simple to destroy, and with no one there having any particular loyalty to the company, it was no surprising that everyone ran for the nearest escape shuttle and went for orbit at the first chance they had.

Unfortunately, this being NanoTrasen, there just weren’t enough shuttles for everyone; coincidentally, just the right number to get the important corp reps off the planet so that all the valuable data could be kept intact and outside enemy hands, while everyone else was left to fend for themselves or try and jury rig any existing vehicle into something spaceworthy. It gave Naali plenty of space and time to pick her snacks: since they weren’t going anywhere, the snake could afford to be picky, and go through her bounty of little ones for the few that she felt would be most tasty going down.

Of course, in the end, she just grabbed a handful and scarfed them down. The giantess wasn’t that finicky with her food, she just wanted the satisfaction of being able to pretend to be; after so long being forced to eat whatever slop NT put in front of her, being able to devour her way through an entire city while air raid sirens went off made for a wonderful experience. Plus, whenever she did get off her fat rump and eat someone (or many someones, to be precise), her whole body grew in proportion to how many of them went down; a wonderful incentive for Naali to stop caring and just finish it all, and an even greater incentive for her to finally start moving as opposed to letting herself get to places by way of passive growth.

Then again, this was easier said than done. By the time she decided to go on the move again, the snake had grown gargantuan enough that her even being on the ground was enough to cause it to sink several dozen feet; she had to resort to slithering on top of herself, making use of her existing coils as pathways of sorts, her eyes scanning the ground below in search of anyone moving in the ruins. She’d find them, and without much difficulty; no one could escape from her watchful eyes, especially not her little snacks. But one person was nothing, and ten people barely counted. Fifty might start to register, and a hundred would maybe be considered a light entrée.

But she was hungry. Ravenous, even, and she needed more than just a little snack for her appetite; she needed to be full, and that wasn’t about to happen without her going full out. Thankfully, there was an entire city there, one that wasn’t going anywhere and just happened to be surrounded by miles of open fields on account of the planet having been recently terraformed. The only place where could hide was inside the bounds of the metropolis, hoping beyond hope that if they just found a hidey hole deep enough, then the giant serpent outside wouldn’t be able to find them… even if she did just that to everyone else who thought the same.

But Naali was patient. Naali could wait; she had all the time in the world to let the little ones get tired, or hungry, or hell, thirsty for what she could provide. And above all, Naali wasn’t going to stop growing either, so either her meal-to-be presented itself, or she’d go grab it herself.

She wasn’t going anywhere.