Twitter Winner - January 2022

TAGS: Goddess, Growth/Expansion, City Destruction, Macro/Macro Growth

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Waking up with full dominion over all that was… had been better. Aleksi’s dependence on a good cup of coffee was going to be the end of her, as it was supposed to have been, as it always would be, keeping her in a perpetual state of mental twilight until she snapped her fingers and summoned something that could be charitably described as hyper-concentrated caffeine. Easy enough to do though, so much so that she occasionally ended up doing it without realizing that was the case; the lizardess had long-since abandoned any and all attempts at trying to understand what she did or why she did it, preferring to run off the assumption that if she did it, then it was possible and entirely in-character for her to do so. She barely recalled a time when she didn’t act like such, when she was still a regular liz who lacked the ability to alter the very fabric of reality on a whim and not think twice about it (or even once, at times); it felt (and was) like a lifetime ago, so long past that it might as well not even be her to begin with. She didn’t even remember the inciting incident, the point in time beyond which she ceased being a lowly mortal and became something else; Aleksi vaguely recalled it had something to do with eating other people, or at least consuming their life force, but she couldn’t quite pin it down, not with all the other times she went out of her way to splurge out on whoever happened to be willing. And with a form like hers, there were plenty of people willing, a thought that warmed her to an obscene degree every time she stepped in front of a mirror and observed herself. Well, she said “observed”, but perhaps “ogle” was a more apt description; everything about herself had, after all, been sculpted to perfection, or at least as close to it as per the lizardess’ own definition: from her well-defined, yet no exaggerated muscle tone, to the way her supple flesh was still perfectly soft in just the right manner as to invite greedy hands, to the hourglass figure accentuating her ample bust and plump bottom. Everything had been created and reshaped to ensure that anyone who looked upon her, regardless of who they were or how often they had once thought of anything in sexual terms, would be smitten almost immediately, and not even because of her godlike status either; it was hard to ignore a twelve-foot tall statuesque amazon with the sort of proportions best fitting a wet dream, after all, and she wasn’t exactly going out of her way to be subtle about it. Whenever she walked into just about anywhere, Aleksi made sure to strut her stuff in a way that would let everyone see, whether or not they liked it: be it by sashaying with exaggerated motions, being about as loud as she could be by “accidentally” hip-checking everything out of the way, or just outright barging through lines to reach the front and then turning around to pat people on the head when they dared speak up, the lizardess made damned sure that everyone knew who she was, that everyone was aware of how powerful she had become, and of how little of a shit she gave about anything resembling societal norms and basic politeness. No, she was a goddess, and being one, it was entirely within her right to do whatever she wanted with whoever and whatever happened to be around, so much so that the very concept of moderation had begun to slip from her mind; were it not for the fact that she was still intellectually aware of what it was, even if on a very detached level, then she might well have descended into further into self-indulgent madness, being entirely disconnected from the mortal experience. Alas, she still recalled that other people had this weird notion that “decorum” existed, and that they should follow unspoken rules regarding how one should behave, rather than experiencing life to its fullest doing whatever it was they wanted to do at any given time. It was absurd to think that anyone could even live like that at all, but alas, there they were, scurrying about and unable to really do anything other than being restricted by their own self-imposed rules. Not her though; Aleksi had long-since learned the value of being able to walk into a café at nine in the morning, practically knocking the doors off their hinges in the process, and then making herself known by very loudly giving out a joyful “Good morning!” to a crowd of onlookers who ran the gamut from just barely awake to painfully so. The looks she got ranged from utmost hatred, to basic annoyance at the noise, to a couple of absolutely dazzled pairs of eyes in the case of those lucky few who’d never seen her before. It was strange as well; it being winter meant most of the people there were, predictably, wearing several layers of clothes to stave off frostbite, making it extra striking that Aleksi herself was wearing absolutely nothing at all. She’d taken to just going in the nude ever since having settled into her current form, figuring that if she spent so much time and effort crafting that avatar of perfection for herself, the least she could do was show it off to anyone and everyone in range; it’d be a downright waste if she kept it hidden by something as dirty as clothes, especially when she was so soft as well! Why bother hiding herself when she could commandeer the largest booth in the building, sprawl herself all over it, then openly invite anyone brave enough to approach so that they may do so? It was the perfect plan for a good morning spent, as far as she cared, and hell, she might actually get some takers that day; most of the time she was stuck sitting by her lonesome on account of no one quite having the spine to actually walk up to her and take her offer, but she had a good feeling about that day. Granted, she had a good feeling about every day, but Aleksi didn’t let that stop her from enjoying herself; after all, the real fun wasn’t in having a cute little boytoy snuggling on her lap, it was commanding the whole space she was in through sheer presence alone. Most people had to contend with barely scraping by six feet in height and the vast majority needed serious work to get anywhere close to the kind of body that the lizardess had on full display, so for her to just so casually be… there, just there, naked and ready for anyone to ogle her as much as she did herself, was a sight that no one could really get accustomed to, never mind the number of times they saw it. There were plenty of regulars who should’ve been accustomed to it by then as well, people who went through the café every morning to get their daily dose of caffeine, only to run straight into the mini-giantess’ thighs or ass, sometimes even by accident; at least, Aleksi assumed that most of those “accidents” were such in name only, seeing as the thought that people might not want to indulge themselves with her was more than a little puzzling. She could understand it when people didn’t immediately go for the kill; to a certain extent, there were rules that the little ones had to obey, and it wasn’t going to be her being on full display in a corner booth, loudly calling out for any “takers” to come “snuggle up” that changed that. But surely, those who looked at her with those sorts of expressions must be doing so because they wanted to partake of her repast, yet had convinced themselves they shouldn’t; surely, all they really needed was a tiny push in the right direction to be set on the straight and narrow. Every day she went there, and every day Aleksi chipped away at the proverbial stone, hoping that every morning would be the one where someone actually disengaged from the queue and went towards her, arms outstretched and begging to be smothered in soft liz; and every morning she was disappointed, as her little ones refused to do so, most due to bizarre aversion, but a few clearly because of peer pressure. So she called for them. Not verbally, nothing of the sort; rather, it was her slumping, her unique way of leaning back and opening herself up, that let everyone within eyesight know that if they wanted to, they could just walk up to her… until someone did. A young twenty-something, trembling from head to toe as he took tentative steps towards the lizard goddess before him, looking over his shoulder as if expecting to be stopped by the multitude of onlookers all staring at him like he was committing some sort of cardinal sin. But he walked regardless, and the closer he came to Aleksi, the smoother his motions became, until by the time he was right next to her, he slid into her lap like warm butter, melting into the lizardess just as she cooed into his ear, letting him settle into a heaven of pure softness that would never end. The rest of the bystanders would never know what that young man, would never feel what he felt, and for Aleksi… this was complicated. Because for once, she had actually managed to attract someone, and despite her having spent a considerable amount of effort attracting the attention of anyone who would dare come towards her, she hadn’t actually paid any thought to what she’d do once someone did; now that she had a cute little thing wrapped in her arms, the only thing she could think to do was squeeze and never let go, smiling like an idiot as she kept her newest boytoy as close to her as she could manage. It was bad enough that, before she knew it, the lizardess had spawned two extra arms underneath her original pair, the two new appendages moving of their own accord to gently massage her body wherever her mind happened to wander; she didn’t even notice they were there at all until her brain processed the conflicting information in a way that made sense: after all, she couldn’t be hugging her latest squeeze toy and be massaging her thighs at the same time. Of course, Aleksi didn’t quite care that she’d altered her body plan in such a manner; it was hard for her to give much a shit when it was so pleasurable on a visceral level, even more so once she noticed the space at the booth was starting to feel slightly more cramped than usual. It was normal though; wouldn’t be the first time she grew whenever she was feeling a bit hornier than usual, and with a wriggling little one firmly in her grasp, was it any surprise that her more motherly aspects were being drawn out? Add to that her more divine side and it wasn’t that far to Aleksi outright adopting a “mother goddess” persona and diving straight into it like it was running out of fashion, fully immersing herself in this new role and deriving a frankly scandalous amount of pleasure out of it. Mostly in the form of writhing around as she outgrew the booth she was sitting at, though; one couldn’t quite be a goddess without having a body befitting such a status, and while Aleksi certainly had the proportions, what she lacked was the size. Not for lack of capacity obviously; she was more than capable of becoming far greater than she was, but most of the time there was just no reason to do so; while splurging out a bit and living up to her status as a deity was fun in short bursts, it was the sort of fun that had to be phased out, lest it lose its novelty. If she were walking around as a giantess every day, then it would become mundane, banal… boring. And if being a literal giantess became boring, what hope was there for life in general? No, she needed to have her fun while holding back and containing herself, precisely because it made those few occasions where she completely lost track of her self-restraint that much more enjoyable; hell, she was already feeling it, swelling inside her just as she swelled outwards with equal parts pride and pleasure, the little one in her arms panicking slightly as he hurriedly asked just what exactly was happening, only to be shushed by a lizardess whose head was bumping against the ceiling. Knowing exactly what was about to happen, the rest of the establishment’s clientele promptly fled the scene, a few taking their phones from their pockets so they could film the resulting scene from the outside. Aleksi was, of course, perfectly aware of this, and it was precisely her knowing that she was leaving a record that made the experience at least twice as fantastic as it normally would be; it was one thing for her to grow until everyone in the city could see her, but quite another to do so when she had a captive audience eager to keep a recording of it for posterity, for whenever they were alone in their homes and needed that extra bit of stimulation to get them going. Oh, she would give them a show, that much she would; she would moan and whine and make all sorts of noises which she was only half-aware of it, she would make sure to writhe and wriggle as her body filled every available inch of free space within the café, knocking down tables and chairs, flattening booths and intruding upon the counter, the whole structure groaning gently from the moment that the giantess reached opposite ends of it and didn’t stop growing despite the lack of room in which to do so. This was her cocoon now, and just like one, the lizardess would emerge from it a changed woman… even if not by much. Her body was already as perfect as it could get, at least in terms of how it was planned out and proportioned; all she really needed was to scale herself up while remembering to keep that precious little one firmly smushed between her tits, two hands holding him there while the other two pressed on either side of her bust just to make sure the brave little guy was properly squeezed from every direction. Wouldn’t take much longer before her body was bursting free from the whole building, head first before one of her arms broke clean through the wall closest to her, grabbing the nearest person and bringing them close into her warm marshmallow embrace. After all, it’d be horrible if only one person were to be blessed with her softness, it was a gift for the whole world! A gift for all to see and witness and delight upon, even if they couldn’t quite touch or get near for fear of being trampled on or swept aside by an errant tail that really didn’t know when to stop swinging. As for Aleksi, she didn’t quite care that her body was so destructive that she needed to be classified as a natural disaster; the only important thing was that she was enjoying herself, and judging by how the little one snuggled up against her was squirming around, they were absolutely enjoying themselves as well. Granted, it was hard to be sure, given that there was just so much happening around her that she didn’t know where to turn to first, but they were making a lot of squeaking noises, so that had to count for something, didn’t it? At least, she thought they were; what with the whole building collapsing around them, it might very well just be a bunch of random garbage falling and making a weird noise, or the upholstery being torn apart with such vigor that the springs were jumping everywhere. It was difficult to keep track of everything taking place, seeing as she was, ultimately, too big to give much of a shit. She might put on airs, but the lizardess above all others knew very well just how little she cared, or how little she should care, given that she could just put everything back where she found it with minimal hassle. Hell, the whole city could be flattened and all Aleksi had to do was snap her fingers and it’d all be rebuilt within a manner of moments, the people within restored to perfect health and helpfully obliviated of all memories of what had taken place… apart from a slight, subconscious instinct that would only flare up whenever she was around, just enough for the little ones to know something was definitely off, yet not enough for them to know what exactly. It was part of the game, even if Aleksi was so sloppy that she often let people remember everything about it when she wasn’t paying attention; honestly, at times she couldn’t even remember she was supposed to be subtle about it, much preferring to let her divinity speak for itself as she traversed long distances with only a handful of steps. It was just so fun to show off like that, especially when there were so many little ones so eager to throw themselves in front of her in the hopes of being the next ones to receive the blessing that was her physical contact. Of course, that was for whenever she got around to it; in the present, in the delicious here and now, Aleksi had to get rid of all that pesky debris that had collected on top of her after she was rid of the constricting confines of the café, the whole building having been reduced to rubble on account of her “accidentally” growing a bit too quickly for it. Getting up from the destruction of the blast zone was easy enough, and indeed, she had nary a scratch to her glorious form; for all that anyone knew, she had just gotten out of bed and taken an hour-long shower, so supple was her body, so smooth and shiny were her scales and skin. Unblemished, untouched, even the greatest of ravages unable to so much as leave a dent on her… but not the little one she was carrying, hence why she’d created an impromptu cocoon using her four hands, just to make sure her one passenger was actually safe. When she peeked into the empty space and saw that not only was the young man perfectly safe, but he’d taken to holding onto part of her bust as though it were a safety blanket, Aleksi breathed a sigh of relief: not only did she not have to worry about the safety and well-being of the one person with enough spine to take her offer up, but the little one had learned how to hold on all on his own! No point holding back anymore, since clearly she could only ever get bigger and that lovely little thing was already nice and secure somewhere they wouldn’t fall from that easily; thus, she stepped forward towards the crowd congregated near her latest ascension site, making sure to keep a strut to her step as she worked her stuff in order to loom over those assembled there. She took her sweet time as well; Aleksi above all others knew just how important presentation was, and while it was undoubtedly more than enough for her to just walk up to the group in front of her, it would be substantially more effective if she sashayed over instead, if she made sure to move her hips in such a way as to make them sway hypnotically, if she used all four of her hands to run her fingers across and scandalously trace every contour of her glorious frame. It would be so much better for everyone involved if she even went so far as to add a few more inches (or dozens) to herself while doing so, ensuring that, while she’d merely been about thirty feet tall when she got up from the wreckage of the café, she was comfortably inching to fifty by the time she stopped. And then, silence. There was no need for words, no need for her to really say or do anything other than what had already been said and done; in that moment, with her standing high above those who would look up at and ogle her, she was in control; whatever she did, her little puppets would follow, whatever order she gave they would obey unquestioningly. The lizardess could tell them all to strip and they would, nevermind how it was still deathly cold outside; hell, she could command them to climb up her legs and they wouldn’t even question it before immediately running up closer to her. She could, in fact, tell them to do anything whatsoever and they would at the very least try, regardless of whether or not they were capable of doing it, and it was precisely this power that made the experience so enjoyable; not that she would use it, for it would be a complete waste of time (and highly disrespectful to her little ones, all things considered), but the simple fact that she had it, and could exercise it if she ever wanted to. It was her being a goddess to begin with, and having the ability to just walk around without having to worry about the consequences of her actions; it made it so exceedingly easy to just act on impulse, to randomly make herself twice as tall as she already was, not because of any particular reason, but just because she could… well, that, and it made her hornier than before, so that was certainly something. Especially when she managed to open her eyes and look to her side, noticing the rooftops first coming into view, then falling away from her as she kept making herself bigger, taller, thicker all over; it was an unfortunate reality that, on occasion, she just… let slip. Her proportions were perfect, of course, and she’d always come back to them, but in the throes of passion the lizardess sometimes forgot not to add a couple more handfuls of pudge to her ass or thighs, or just not to soften herself up even more than she already was, sacrificing some of her muscle tone for the kind of look that screamed at onlookers to bury their face in her. Again, not that she particularly cared, given it was piss easy to make herself look like whatever she very well wanted, but it was always nice to reach a point such perfect stimulation that her body altered itself without her conscious input, working off of her internal desires and wants rather than any directed intent. It was the sort of Nirvana that she sought, one where she became embodied on and within herself, no care or concern for anyone else in the world; it just so happened that, by being herself, the rest of the planet was blessed by association, especially once she figured out where her center of gravity was and managed to walk around without almost stumbling over every two steps in the process. It was a learning curve, but she got there, and as soon as she did, it was really just a case of pointing herself in one direction and letting her body do most of the work. ‘Twas muscle memory that guided the way, and muscle memory that determined just where she was meant to go; Aleksi didn’t control her movements, her subconscious lizard brain did, while her conscious self busied itself with far more important things, like running her hands across her curves, or doing her best to moan in such a frequency as to arise the most arousal out of everyone in the vicinity. Hell, maybe she’d go the extra mile and actually pose for that impromptu, completely imaginary photoshoot while using the buildings as the scenery in the backdrop. Anything was possible, so long as she didn’t really stop to think about what was happening around her; all Aleksi had to do was will the cameras into existence and the rest would just fix itself, nevermind the absurdity of it, or the fact that there was no one around to use the damned things. Yet, she sprawled herself out atop the closest commercial district anyway, figuring that she might as well turn herself into a living mega-billboard for whatever establishment (or establishments, given her size) lay underneath her. Granted, this did cause a few buildings to collapse from the strain, but that much was inevitable; when one became as enormous as the lizardess did, one couldn’t expect such silly things as buildings to stay in one piece, especially not when one leaned on them in order to accentuate one’s curves. It was all part of the show, after all; how could anyone fault Aleksi, when all she wanted to do was to show herself off to the world with as much gusto as she could muster? How could anyone say anything other than a babbled bunch of nonsense, now that she was so ludicrously massive that the whole city seemed downright miniscule next to her? She wasn’t even expecting words anymore; what with the copious amounts of open drooling everyone seemed to be afflicted by, it almost seemed silly to demand people have any amount of control over their basic urges, especially after the first few buildings came down and Aleksi had to pick herself up from the remnants yet again, taller than ever, bigger than ever, more flirtatious than ever. The only reason she wasn’t outright bending down and smooching the first studmuffin she saw was mostly because of the size difference between herself and… pretty much everyone else. She would’ve liked to be able to pick someone out of the crowd and do to them unspeakable things that no one would be able to describe properly without using some form of divine script; she would’ve adored the opportunity to make someone’s life heaven, if only she wasn’t so enormous that to do so required her to shrink back down to a level where she could interact with others, something she absolutely refused to do. Or rather, she’d get back there eventually, when she was done with her little splurging out, but until that happened, the lizardess utterly refused to consider the possibility of being smaller. It just wasn’t for her, not now that she’d become so titanic as to be able to wrap her tail around a skyscraper and effortlessly rip it off its foundations; she wouldn’t, as that would be a careless waste of lives, but she totally could. Indeed, Aleksi went so far as to do the whole wrapping half of the equation, slithering her soft tail around the outside of the tallest building in town, giving those inside one hell of a view both of it and of her supremely soft rump as she unashamedly wedged the skyscraper between her cheeks. The goddess made sure to give the little ones within a show before moving on, leaving behind a trail of sweat, wide-open eyes, and a non-insignificant amount of sprung leaks for those who were into the sort of thing Aleksi was providing. And as for the giantess herself, there wasn’t much else she could think to do other than carry on with what she’d been doing until then; the world was her oyster, and at the rate she was growing upwards, there wouldn’t be much of it she wouldn’t be able to see if only she walked in one direction long enough. Yet, at the same time, the prospect of taking a literal hike didn’t appeal to her nearly as much as sticking around town did; as much as she could go wherever she wanted, she could just as easily keep growing until she was in orbit, at which point it was piss easy for her to circle the planet and treat it like a tourist attraction rather than the homeworld for billions of sentient lives. No, what she really wanted, at least that day, was to laze about and do absolutely nothing while a whole city’s worth of little ones attended to her every need and pampered their new goddess with whatever they felt she deserved (and that list was long, last she checked). And for that, the route was simple: all she had to do was carefully tip herself backwards and let gravity take care of the rest, collapsing with her back aimed at the park in the middle of town, causing a quake that was felt for miles around and kicking up enough dust to clog up several avenues before it settled. Plenty of trees were either uprooted or just downright smashed, but that was fine; she could always plant more once she was done. As well as all those buildings she toppled, but that was secondary.

For the time being, she had a whole city’s worth of people all congregating on her position, some terrified, most utterly entranced. Not a single soul had remained unaffected by her presence, and given the helicopters flying around and above her, not a single soul in the whole damned country would remain unawares of what had taken place. Maybe, she thought to herself as she sprawled out, inviting several hundred little ones to hop onto her hand, maybe she’d get the whole continent to come join her, at least until she got bored and reset everything. Maybe she’d even get a good day out of it!

Or a good week. No sense stopping a good thing when it was still going.