A Miscalculation - Part 4 (Commission for @ThickGreenFluff)

TAGS: Alien Abduction, Growth, Destruction, Growthlust, Ascension/Godlike

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Not that it was important, not when his body reached such a size that it could no longer fit in the storeroom, not when he could feel every wall around him pushing against his form, with his physical self pushing back and physically reshaping the entire building around him. It was the last line of defense the nano-compound could offer: if it couldn’t forcefully keep the giant inside of it, then it could at least mould itself to better fit his burgeoning frame, until anyone looking in from the outside would see not a standard building (whatever those looked like on that planet), but rather a dragon-fox-shaped bulge covered in increasingly-strained nanite swarms… at least, until even that was no longer true. Thomas felt the moment where he became truly free, the instant where pressure abated once he crossed an invisible threshold and simply overpowered the adaptive materials holding him back; he had become too big, too massive for even this advanced civilization to be capable of containing, too powerful for spacefarers who abducted other sentients like it was the most perfectly natural thing to do. And just as well, as things had started to feel cramped and stuffy in there; another moment more and he might just have done something stupid, like physically push one of his fists through the nearest wall and probably end up collapsing the building on him rather than breaking free from it like an impromptu cocoon, a mental image that only left the drox even more aroused than before. He looked around, hoping to see anything of worth, only to find himself staring at absolute desolation. Off in the distance, just when the ground met the sky, he could see tall, imposing spires, presumably arcologies in some centralized housing district or city… but in between it and the facility he broke free from, there was nothing but scorched, cracked earth and darkened skies, with thick clouds roiling above him preventing any sunlight from reaching the surface. It was a desert, though only visually, as the dragon-fox giant suddenly felt incredibly cold once the outside world imposed itself; his first thought was that the planet itself was dead, that whatever happened to it had turned it into an uninhabitable rock, and the only way the lizards survived was by creating self-sustaining mega-cities… or something along those lines, he didn’t consume nearly enough science fiction to try and justify it further. Whatever it may be, there weren’t nearly enough people around to lord over, as obviously the facility had been constructed far enough away from civilization that any incidents could be dealt with without jeopardizing anyone’s safety; in a way, Thomas found that even more repelling, in the sense that he’d been shunted off to the side. If the zoo-slash-prison had been built next to the arcologies, then at least he could rest assured that everyone there was just a bunch of apathetic and uncaring reptilians, who earnestly didn’t care about who or what they abducted so long as it was entertaining enough. Instead, he was out in the boonies, far away from anyone who might care, seemingly indicating that the people of that world would rather not think about what they were doing or where their circus freaks came from; his first reaction to this, if only to help quell the burning cauldron bubbling inside of him, was to deliver a sweeping blow to the top of the prison next to him. A quick glance revealed that the complex was surprisingly mundane, being little more than a low-lying structure with only two stories, making it easy for the giant drox to rip the ceiling off of it now that he’d become supersized; in doing so, he exposed a myriad of cells, filled with prisoners who, despite having heard the commotion from elsewhere in the prison, had no clue what was actually causing it. In the short time Thomas bothered to look, he saw creatures of shapes and sizes he never once thought could be possible for a living being; so used was he to anthropomorphic frames that the notion of a slime-like blob or a plantoid was entirely novel to him, though he barely had the attention span to consider this superficially, let alone spend any time focusing on it. He had far more important things to do with his time, such as growing bigger, which meant going through the wreckage between his legs to try and pick the remaining energy bar bricks from whatever had been made of the ruined shelves and machinery. It was, all things considered, significantly easier than Thomas had expected, owing to most of the prison’s outer structure having scattered to the winds as a result of the nanite bonds being broken; all he had to do was carefully poke through the metallic wreckage with the tip of a claw and just as gingerly pull every last growth-inducing snack into a pile big enough that he could actually pick up, as individual units had (unfortunately) become far too small for him to be able to interact with. Even the final product, the sum total of all the energy bars he hadn’t eaten, was still so tiny that the only way Thomas could feasibly pick it up was by smushing it between two fingers and then bringing the resulting mass up to his mouth, barely needing to chew it afterwards. Thankfully, it appeared as if doing so had either led to an increase in potency… or he was already so big that any further expansion just stacked itself on top of him, multiplying his size to the point where the universe itself had no clue what to do with him. Whatever the case, the rest of the prison complex didn’t last much longer after the giant’s final snack; the few parts of it that weren’t swept away when he gained several dozen feet in just a second or two, not so much razing the structure as he did atomize it, were quickly dealt with as soon as the drox came down from his pleasure high. There were so many lizards on him that, for a moment, he wondered where they’d all come from, at least until he remembered where exactly he was; that none of them were (apparently) harmed was nothing short of miraculous, especially since Thomas honestly had zero concern for their well-being, but at least it kept anything darker than property damage from clouding his mind. For the rest, however, yet another sweeping blow: whichever sections of the prison complex still stood were dealt with in short notice, and with such a gesture, the last remaining captives were set free after their colossal saviour physically destroyed their prison around them. Not that said titan really cared; it was important for him, but only in the sense that it deprived his own former captors of something they wanted, rather than providing freedom for anyone. Thomas’ motivation was still to tear down and destroy everything his abductors held dear, as payback for even so much as thinking that they could just take him without any consequences. And now? Now that he had both the power, size, and opportunity to lay waste to their civilization, now Thomas had begun to feel what it was like to be the one in charge; after having been trapped and made to know nothing but despair, now he was back in action and better than ever before, ready to quite literally take on the whole world, no resting until he was done traversing the full breadth of it, having asserted his superiority wherever there were people to be made aware of it. The idea of it was so powerful that the dragon-fox ended up having to take five minutes, even after his ascension, just to take care of excess pressure he felt wanting to get out. Not that anyone could complain about it; who was going to walk up to a living god and tell them they couldn’t jack off in public? As far as Thomas cared, the public space was his to begin with, so he could very much do with it whatever he wanted; and he wanted was to wrap his hands around his cock and start pumping, never to stop until he was satisfied… and given his size, that would be a while. Not that he was on a schedule; what were the lizards going to do, call their armies? Have them fire piddly little laser guns at him, so that he could ignore them and carry on with his day? Hell, he’d welcome the attempt, if only because it would only serve to further confirm what he already knew: that he was unstoppable, and that his destiny was to wreak havoc across the world of his captors… it just so happened that, before he could get around to putting on the mantle of destructor deity, he needed to vent some of that excess arousal was all; nothing too fancy,just enough cum to fill up a large swimming pool, leaving the barren ground outside the facility painted white, a sharp contrast to the dark gloom cast over everything. It felt so dead, so unworthy of his attention, that for a moment it was genuinely wasteful, as if Thomas had gone to such lengths only to be given… nothing. Thankfully, the answer to that particular problem was perfectly visible off in the distance: if he couldn’t get a proper reaction out of anything or anyone out there in the middle of the empty wasteland, then surely all he had to do was walk to civilization and repeat the stunt where people could see him. It only made sense, in a poetic sort of way, as he’d been shoved into a cell for so long that obviously he had to make up for it by exposing himself to as many people as he could; that said, getting back on his feet was… sadly harder than Thomas thought it would be. His balance was definitely affected, courtesy of most of his growth having taken place when he was lying down on the ground, leaving a great big hole where his ability to coordinate his limbs should be; more than once he almost collapsed on the ground, slipping and sliding on his own cum and lacking anything to grab should his center of gravity shift too much. He was lucky that his basic frame hadn’t really changed much: he was enormous, sure, but his body looked about the same, proportionately to itself, as it always had, letting him rely mostly on muscle memory after a short adaptational period. Of course, this did come packaged with seismic tremors whenever he took a step, plus the shifting of wind currents every time he moved; if he tried to move just slightly faster, barely more than a light jog, he would leave small twisters behind him, which given his height had reached a frankly absurd hundred feet, was saying quite a lot. He could only imagine what it would be like if he broke out into a full sprint, or if he actually tried to stamp his foot down on the ground rather than just walking normally… though really, the beauty of it was that he didn’t have to imagine: he was right there, no one could stop him, and he could just try it out for himself! Thus did seismographs go off in a several hundred mile radius, alerting those few who were paying attention to… something. The waves coursing through the ground were unlike anything the devices had picked up, leaving several geologists wondering if the planet had suddenly developed a case of the hiccups with how constant and yet singular each tremor was; it was as if something was slamming down on the surface of their world… something big, powerful, and, as soon as the drox came into view, very green for some reason. The approach to the city would’ve made these tremors feel more powerful regardless, but as was normal for the fox-dragon by that point, it wasn’t just proximity which worsened the problem, but the drox himself; for Thomas had, ultimately, consumed enough of the growth-inducing energy bars that it was only natural that his body should react to them with renewed enthusiasm, in the form of a continuous, apparently unstoppable size spurt that carried on for far longer than the previous ones. Granted, it was also slower, most likely on account of the giant himself being… well, a giant; Thomas presumed that, being so big already, it became progressively harder to add more mass onto him in a way that actually made him visibly grow. On the other hand, the expansion itself didn’t seem to stop, meaning that his body had either adapted to continuously bulge outwards, or he had eaten far, far more of the energy bar bricks than he thought he did. Whatever the case, it meant that, by the time he reached the city in the distance, really just a few dozen steps away for him, Thomas already loomed over most of the lower-lying structures, with only the larger arcologies capable of competing with him for size. For the drox, reaching the city confirmed his suspicions that the lizard civilization must definitely live in hyper-concentrated mega-cities, at least if the glow on the horizon whenever he looked over the tops of the arcologies was any indication. The one he approached looked straight out of a cheap ‘80s science-fiction movie, with the only thing missing being a large glass dome over the whole thing: in between residential arcologies with large, wide-open areas between them to serve as avenues for flying vehicles, the clouds of smug produced by an industrial zone in the outskirts to the right of the giant, even the overabundance of ads on just about everything that could be used as a monitor (and plenty of things that couldn’t), he might as well be staring at a grungy remake of some cult hit that barely anyone knew about… with the exception, of course, that it was right there in front of him, it was very real, and above all, was his to play around with. Thomas was staring at his demesne, not at something on a screen, and it was this realization that brought a wide smile to his face, one that only widened when he began hearing the terrified screams erupting from the crowd below. It was exactly what he was looking for: horrified civilians come face to face with the consequences of their actions. He’d intended on finding wherever this zoo might be, but the more he looked, the more the drox came to realize that he had completely misinterpreted what his final destination would be; seeing as most of the planet seemed to be barren wasteland, and however many billions who lived there did so in these hyper-conglomerated, towering structures, each one probably capable of holding a small country’s worth of people, it was likely that, rather than a zoo, there were multiple distributed zoological exhibits, perhaps even private ones that individual citizens could have installed in their home. Rather than being shoved into a wide-open enclosure with glass panes all around him, Thomas figured that he was most likely headed to a small box in the house of some rich industrialist or investment banker who felt like adding something exotic to their already-exuberant penthouse; it was the fact that he’d denied this hypothetical person their prize that left the fox-dragon feeling even better than before, despite having no evidence that this was the case at all. The one thing Thomas could think of was that he earned his freedom the hard way, and now he had to show the rest of the world what that meant… all without causing too much destruction, of course. It would give him nothing but pleasure to take one of his hands hand shove it straight through one of the arcologies he was standing next to, or raising a paw and bringing it down on one of the many smaller ones; it’d certainly be what the lizards deserved, no one could deny that, and there was a significant portion of his own brain that was desperate for an opportunity to secrete obscene amounts of happy juice in order to reinforce that particular behavioral pattern. All it would take would be the fox-dragon giving into his animal instincts and doing what had to be done; it’d be easy, simple, and above all, well-earned, leaving very few reasons why he should hold back… but some good ones regardless. Namely: worship. It’d be one thing to simply be rid of the pesky little reptilians who caused him so much harm, and indeed it’d be the simplest way of dealing with the infestation, but that was an immediate solution to a problem that could be handled in a much more long-term fashion. It was also an absolute one; the moment he was done going through the planet, Thomas would effectively be left with a ball of dead rock with a bunch of released prisoners trying to make their way out of it by repurposing abandoned spacecraft. No, there was a better way of handling things, a way to extract as much pleasure and enjoyment as possible without actually destroying anything, and that was via worship. He was, after all, a god; perhaps not a literal one, in the sense that, despite being an absolutely titanic colossus of a drox fully capable of destroying his captors’ civilization, he was still a flesh and blood being rather than a truly divine one. That said, he was still a titan, and as a result, the closest thing to a deity that the reptilians had; they could certainly try to deny it, like they did when they sent a few fighter craft his way and gave Thomas something to do for a couple of minutes, but ultimately they would have to sit down and admit to themselves that what they were looking at was not a genetically modified escapee which had slipped from their grasp. Rather, the dragon-fox giant was their new god, their new god-king, their new undisputed ruler, and it was now their job to pay both respect and copious amounts of worship to him, lest his anger rain down upon them and cast their world into oblivion. In a way, Thomas felt that this approach was far more effective than simply wrecking things; anyone could swing a big arm around and cause damage, anyone could up and physically destroy buildings and infrastructure. Hell, they didn’t even need him to do it, as there were likely enough weapons on that planet to do the job for him several times over. No, it took a special kind of someone to transcend the need for brute force and instead establish dominance through pure presence alone; the threat of violence was always there, sure, but that was only because the fox-dragon was that big to begin with, rather than him being willing to go through with it. Why bother when he could just stare anyone down without any concern for his own well-being? Why waste time proving that he was as strong as he looked when he could be ordering his new underlings to construct for him a throne of pure gold (or whatever precious metal they had lying around), or making demands of his subjects so that they might stave off his boredom? He quite fancied that notion, of himself as the immortal ruler of a world that once thought to make a pet of him; it was deliciously ironic in a dramatic sense, poetic even… plus, it was the only way he’d ever get more of those energy bars. They’d almost slipped from his mind, but now that he thought about it, destroying that world would also destroy the one supply of the growth agent which had allowed him to transcend his mortality to begin with! Had he gone forward with what his instincts wanted him to do, he’d end up staring at a bunch of burnt wreckage, wondering where he could get his next fix, only to be denied it; with the populace under his direct control, however, he could order them to focus all their efforts on producing yet more of the stuff, even refining the formula so that he could grow more, grow faster! He wouldn’t be satisfied until he could use the very planet as a throne, after all, and that couldn’t be accomplished without some heavy-duty gorging on his part, thus giving him even more of a reason not to vanquish his foes the old-fashioned way. Besides, after the seventh or so try, and about a couple of hundred fighters shot down, it appeared that the lizards gave up trying to bring him down, or at least had to regroup before they could throw anything else at him; Thomas was fine with some casualties in this case, as really, anyone who willingly threw themselves at him with the intent to kill deserved none of the righteous mercy that he was willing to extend to those who would accept it. For the myriad of little lizards down below who understood this, who left their homes to stare at him and wonder what they should do, Thomas had nothing but his unconditional love, provided they gave him their unconditional obedience; for the relative minority who yet fought back, who believed themselves capable of taking down a god, there would be nothing but divine wrath, cast down upon in the form of being casually swatted out of the sky or stepped on in the case of land-based vehicles. The dragon-fox was certain that, at some point, someone in the reptilians’ chain of command would authorize their version of a nuclear strike, ready to sacrifice an entire city if it meant getting rid of a burgeoning threat on Thomas’ scale; unfortunately for them, the fox-dragon was still growing, was already taller than any of the structures around him, and would most likely be fully capable of taking a nuke to the face without even flinching. The noose was tightening and the window narrowing, with it becoming progressively harder for anyone to do anything that could remotely serve to slow the drox down; every second that passed made the task that much more difficult, sealing the lizards’ fate as they looked up and tried desperately to comprehend what it was they were witnessing. For Thomas, this was the perfect opportunity to assert himself; there might not be a lot of geography around to use as a seat, but there was a whole city that he could slowly lower his butt onto, making good use of some flat roofs in order to find himself a nice place to wait until he grew big enough to use the entire city as his personal, divine throne… that is, until he became even larger, and could then loom over it with a single paw. For the time being, however, he had potentially hundreds of millions of people to play around with, people who slowly came to the conclusion that what they were seeing wasn’t some form of publicity stunt, that the giant fox-dragon was very real, and that they were going to have to do something about it… but what? Resist? Fight back? If Thomas was real, then those fighter craft that were effortlessly swatted down were also real; in that case, what hope did anyone have, when the best they had at their disposal was cutlery or the occasional personal sidearm? What could they do but stare ahead, trying to come to terms with the existence of something that shouldn’t exist?