Better Think Ahead (Patreon Commission for Scales)

TAGS: Growth, Mass/Size Theft, Dominance, Buff/Muscle Growth

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It was her Christmas gift to herself… or at least that’s how she chose to see it. For herself and others, given how much trouble that group had been for the local sports center; really, all it took was for one of them to win the deadlift competition in a year with no real actual competitors for the one cunt and his sycophants to start wasting their time barging into the gym and making a colossal ass out of themselves, bragging to anyone who’d listen about how they’d kick their ass in a “real” fight and all manner of absurdities alike. The owner, not wanting to start a whole thing over this, rolled over and took it, preferring to let the group get it out of their system than risk having them vandalize the establishment when he wasn’t looking; everyone else, however, had had it with five or six idiots, and were just about ready to issue a collective complaint when Aleksi stepped in and proposed to handle things herself. With a body like hers, no one believed her, not even in the slightest, but with plenty of honeyed words and a few well-placed compliments here and there, the lizardess managed to get people onboard with a plan that they weren’t even aware of. In truth, she had no intention of “dealing” with the problem itself; rather, she was going to intimidate the five or six yahoos into never returning to the sports center ever again, and was going to do that in the one way that guaranteed she got her Christmas present early. It wasn’t something she got to do every day, nor a pleasure she was allowed to indulge in with any regularity; people who were worth spending time on in such a manner were, thankfully, few and far between, hence why Aleksi relished the opportunity whenever she got it, never mind how ludicrously terrible it was or how easy it would be for it to bite her back in the ass. In her mind, it was quite simple: the issues began when the leader of the gang “won” the deadlift event, and the only reason he did so was because he happened to be somewhat stronger than the pitiful competition that had bothered to sign up, with most of the regulars being off on an event that was decidedly not local in the slightest. In reality, the young man would barely be able to lift any of the weights that some of Aleksi’s friends and fellow gym-goers regularly exercised with, which made their claims of physical superiority laughable on every single level… but they weren’t skinny. All things considered, they were fit, and they did have some musculature to them; it just so happened that it wasn’t much, but for Aleksi’s plans, it was more than enough. It was with a toothy grin that she made her way into the gym that morning, making a hard right to the underground changing rooms; she made sure to arrive earlier than usual, to give herself some time to prepare, and hopefully have a chat with the staff and a handful of the older gym rats so they’d know what was happening. For everyone else though, things were taking place just as they always did: the lizardess walked down, she walked back up dressed in her gym attire, then took position on one of the treadmills, like she always did. She was a runner, not a fighter, certainly not a bodybuilder or powerlifter, which just made everyone else that much more puzzled as to why she would offer to be the one to take care of their problem group for them. No one had a clue, and that was exactly how Aleksi liked it; this way, she could not only get herself a nice size prize, but thoroughly surprise everyone in the process, and quite likely end up elevating herself in everyone’s esteem just at the right time to maybe ask for that one watch she really, really wanted but couldn’t afford. Selfish, perhaps, but she had no intention of abusing it for anything else, and given that she was performing a public service here, she felt it was somewhat acceptable to expect something in return. That, and she really wanted that watch; it was exceedingly pretty. As expected, a few minutes after opening hours, the double-wide doors opened once more, that time to reveal an unfortunate gaggle of misfits whose main selling point was the ability to get on everyone’s nerves with only one word: a very loud, very enthusiastic “Yo!”, spoken with a nasally tone and heralding the end of everyone’s good time. Brows were furrowed and curses muttered under breaths as all others in the room prepared to have their calm and peace utterly broken in half by the delinquents… that is, at least, until Aleksi hopped off the treadmill and began walking towards them. This alone was enough to get the group to pause; no one else had actually bothered to respond to any of their taunts, so for someone to do it was an absolute delight, especially since it was a tiny lizardess who looked barely capable of holding herself up, much less fight anyone. From the look on the group’s faces, one could be forgiven for thinking Christmas came early for them, a thought unfortunately shared by most of everyone else; as much as the gym goers wanted to be rid of those six idiots, they couldn’t in good faith trust in Aleksi to do that for them, not when she was so… not. Maybe if Karl or Paul decided to get involved, maybe then they’d have a chance, but someone like her was just not going to get anything done. It was thus with no small amount of trepidation that the lizardess’ colleagues watched her walk forth towards her own doom, calmly stepping up to the smallest of the bunch, and nonchalantly placing one of her hands on the man’s shoulder… then pushing it down with just as little difficulty. It took everyone watching a few seconds to realize what had happened, at which point their eyes shot wide open at what they were actually seeing: the man wasn’t just crouching down for no reason, he was shrinking, and the smiling lizardess apparently responsible for it grinning ever more wildly for it! Her body bulged outwards, taking on extra inches of height and bulk as she, for all intents and purposes, drained the poor bastard she had her hand on dry, stealing his body mass and adding it to her own; with the loudest cackle, the process was done and wrapped up in under a couple of minutes, leaving the previously diminutive lizardess close to six feet in height, and looking more like a professional kickboxer than an endurance marathon runner. Aleksi, by that point drunk on lust for both herself and her new body-to-be, cracked her knuckles and neck, deliberately trying to make herself out to be as intimidating as possible, before taking one step forward and asking a question she’d been yearning to deliver for years:

“So, who’s next?”

The looks of terror were the first reward. The sounds of the doors closing and being locked behind the group of terrified delinquents was the second one. And the whimpering that came right after, well, that was just the cherry on top of the sunday as far as Aleksi was concerned. She failed that willpower check not to lick her lips hard, going out of her way to make the gesture be as obvious as it could possibly be, advancing on her hapless victims until they were stumbling backwards over themselves in their haste to try and run away. Notably, they had a great big wall of people behind them who were absolutely not going to let them through; much as the thought of Aleksi taking in all that extra mass was definitely unnerving plenty of them, given how the lizardess had never made that particular talent in any way evident, the thought of leaving the delinquents without punishment beat out every other consideration. And just as it did, so too did the gym-goers finally find the line they were willing to cross, their arms interlocked in front of the only way out, blocking the escape route for a very desperate group of young men who were just then being faced with the prospect of their comeuppance. The second one to go barely even yelped when Aleksi grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, lifting him off the ground and above her, twisting him around just enough so that he could get a good look at her; wouldn’t want anything else, when their generous contribution would let her bulk up to the point where the two were matched in height, right before the growing lizardess became the taller one in that ephemeral relationship. Her second victim’s perspective thus went through a full shift, one that they observed through wide-open, terrified ways: that of a predator with green scales, cackling and licking her lips unashamedly, staring him down like a delicious morsel only to drop him once she was done with him. Tiny, inconsequential, frail, that’s what he’d become, right next to a mini-giantess who’d just broken through the eight foot line and carried a physique better fit for a career bodybuilder with a penchant for powerlifting on the side. Really, he’d be begging to grind his face against her abs if he hadn’t just been drained to make them a reality; and as much as the remaining members of the troupe were suddenly rather conflicted about the appropriate reaction to what they were seeing, terror and fright won the day when Aleksi stepped forward and took two of them at once, giggling to herself as she leaned down and gave both them a long, exceedingly warm, and surprisingly tongue-filled smooch, going so far that both of them were left confused as to whether they’d been picked as mass batteries or as the first of the lizardess’ new harem… though their suddenly shrinking bodies made it very clear what the answer was. By then, Aleksi was openly moaning, and loudly enough that the rest of the gym rats recoiled at the sound, fearful that if they got too close, they might just get caught up in the frenzy; not that the lizardess would be so unkind as to do it deliberately, of course, but with how much she was obviously enjoying herself, it was a risk no one was willing to take. Hence why they all shrunk back as Aleksi continued to gorge herself upon the mass of her little snacks, the ever-growing giantess figuring that if they weren’t using it for anything, then she might as well help herself to it. And help herself she did, with her own body expanding steadily in every direction, not just becoming taller and stronger overall, but filling out her curves to boot; granted, most of it was Aleksi herself directing the flow of her gains to where she thought would be best, rather than it just settling where it may, but if she was going so far, she might as well make sure her rump was plump enough for her (or anyone lucky enough to be with her at the time) to sink her fingers to, same with her frankly obscenely soft thighs and ample bosom. It wasn’t enough to detract from the overall aesthetic, which was very much still on the side of strength rather than more “conventional” feminine beauty, but there was no reason why she couldn’t have both; it was her body after all, even if it wasn’t her mass, and she would do with it whatever she damned well wanted in the end. And what she wanted was to get rid of that one last pesky delinquent, the little twerp who had begun the whole thing by winning a competition they had no place participating in to begin with, who was now outright begging with the people blocking the door to let him through, promising all sorts of favours and boons of dubious capacity to be fulfilled. Oh, how Aleksi adored every moment of the approach; how she licked her lips, ripping the last vestiges of her sports top off herself, fully exposing her body to the warm interior of the gym. How she grinned, exposing her glinting teeth to the sunlight shining through the windows, pushing herself against the poor man’s back. How she delighted herself in the exercise of domination, her ten-plus foot frame looming over her last snack, the shadow cast by it keeping the crowd gathered at the exit cowed by her presence alone; it was everything she could’ve wanted, and indeed everything she’d been looking for in this early Christmas gift for herself, so much so that when she first laid hands on her final prey for the day, she didn’t immediately begin siphoning their mass from them. No, she took her time, savouring her meal properly instead of going straight for the kill like she did with the other ones; she was going to enjoy that last one, especially now that she towered over him. Sure, he was more muscular than the average person, but that wasn’t saying much when a giantess like herself could still effortlessly pick him with one hand and stuff his face directly into her tits, leaving him scrambling for a reaction that wasn’t grabbing the obvious for leverage. She kept him there, firmly and without wiggle room, until he finally gave in and sunk his hands into her tits, prompting the lizardess to throw her head back, open her mouth, and loose a sound that could be charitably described as lustful at its very best, to say nothing worse. It certainly made every bystander’s face light up red, and that was saying nothing regarding the state that her plaything’s mind was in; then again, that he was squirming only made the overall experience that much better, given how delectable it was to play with her food before she started devouring it, one wonderful bite at a time. And how wonderful it was, when she had their eager little hands already making their best of what they were surrounded by, presumably activated by some primordial instinct; though the young man might be terrified and cowed into submission, his primal lizard brain certainly wasn’t… and neither was hers, given how fantastic of an opportunity this was. Every squeeze of his meant more mass for her to sap, every moan another pound, every wiggle another inch; she would drain him, sap him of all that he was, until his “prize” physique was nothing more than a handful of noodles connected to a limp chest and a weakling neck barely capable of holding up the head still very much stuck inside her cleavage. But that was fine; as soon as she hit thirteen feet, she was more than fine, in fact, and didn’t mind that she had an extra weight on her.

Hell, the day was barely started. And she had a whole new body to test-drive.