July 2021 Twitter Winner

TAGS: Wolfess/Werewolfess, Growth/Expansion, Muscle, Macro/Planet Macro

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Jogging at night was the best idea that she’d ever had: not only was it significantly easier for her to cool down if necessary, but she could also enjoy some peace and quiet, away from all the other people who decided to try their hand at exercising for the first time in their life. Not that Talia could blame them, but the last thing on her mind was having to weave and dodge between large groups of people all huffing and puffing as they struggled to make a single mile; thus, resolving to move her exercise routine for after most folks retired to their domiciles left her with a whole new world of possibilities, and plenty of empty space for the wolfess to enjoy herself in. And for a while, things were good; Talia would have dinner, do something else for a couple of hours, then head out to the park to run several laps, usually with a pair of headphones connected to the phone in her pocket. She felt reasonably safe around that part of town anyway, and even if someone was so bold as to try and accost her, the wolf had been an accomplished runner for several years, making it almost too easy for her to just turn tail and bolt out of any confrontation before her assailant even knew what was happening. No, the main threat to her wouldn’t come from other people, nor would it come from her sleep schedule needing slight readjustments; strangely enough, the main source of danger came from right above her head, from the big reflective piece of rock floating hundreds of thousands of miles away from the planet she was on: the bloody Moon. Not once had Talia considered the possibility that she might have the gene responsible for lycanthropy that some others of her species did; she had, after all, spent most of her adult life without any adverse reaction to moonlight, and no one else in her family had ever shown signs of having it either, leaving her secure in her assumption that she was free to bathe in the reflected light without having to worry about anything. Little did she know that her personal sample size, while vast, was ever-so-slightly skewed in just the right direction to lull her into a false sense of security, for through a sheer stroke of luck, Talia hadn’t ever been outside during a full moon her entire life; sure, she’d seen the big shiny circle in the sky through windows and curtains, but this filter prevented its effects from fully manifesting, leaving her thinking that she wasn’t one of the “unlucky” ones who had to worry about their bodies twisting and reshaping themselves whenever they were caught outside. Thus, the wolfess didn’t think twice about checking for the then-current moon phase whenever she prepared for her nightly jog; as far as she cared, it was utterly unimportant, and seeing as the experience of shifting her exercise to that late at night had actually helped her sleep better and more profoundly, she wasn’t about to start second-guessing her decision. If nothing else, having no clouds in the sky and a full moon above her head was the perfect scenario for her, as it gave her the best amount of light possible! Predictably, the effects began to take place mere moments after Talia left her apartment block and locked the door behind her, though they were faint enough at first that she didn’t take notice of them; maybe a little sense of tightness all around, but not strong to the point where her brain dedicated any resources to understanding why, it being easier to assume it had something to do with her workout clothes shrinking in the wash or something of the sort. ‘Twas only after she began walking to the park and her body continued to react to direct exposure to moonlight that a few alarm bells went off inside Talia’s head; she had no frame of reference for what was happening to her, nor did she even consider the possibility that it might be lycanthropy, hence why the slowly creeping sense of dread left her feeling terrified that something else might be wrong with her. She’d heard about that sort of thing happening right before heart attacks or the sort… but surely, she wasn’t anywhere near the risk group for that, not with the amount of exercise she did on a regular basis! Yet, Talia couldn’t shake the feeling that something was definitely off, that her body was acting in a way that it hadn’t yet, even if she couldn’t quite pin down what it might be; it wasn’t until she heard the first stitches ripping open that her mind hyper-focused on the noises and immediately began drawing conclusions from thin air, and even then the wolfess was left staring at her shoulder as best she could for a few seconds before the thoughts coalesced in any meaningful way. There she was, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, her head slowly turning to the side to face her arm; she lifted it up, flexing it ever-so-gently… only for several gashes to open on her shirt as the mass within bulged out and tore the fabric to shreds, prompting the wolfess to yelp and jump back, her back slamming against the nearest building. In her mind, ideas raced one after the other, competing for first place in trying to explain what was going on; seconds felt like hours as Talia tried to get her thoughts in order, but the moment the remote possibility of lycanthropy grazed her consciousness, she knew what had to be done. It might not be it, and it might just be her imagination, but there was an alley right next to her and at least there she’d be safe from the light; with swiftness that could only be born from panic, Talia jumped into the space between apartment blocks, her back flat against one of the walls, angling herself so as to avoid having even the slightest sliver of moonlight fall on her… and just like that, the sense of pressure stopped. She hadn’t noticed it was even there at all, but the moment it was turned off, it was as if she was made acutely aware of how powerful it had been, with the weight off her shoulders being enough to force a relieved sigh out of her, if only for the time being. It also gave the wolfess some time to look at herself properly and gauge the amount of “damage” done, if that word could even be used; such a small walk and already her clothes were barely clinging onto her, small strips being all that kept her previously form-fitting workout gear still in one piece. Really, all she’d have to do would be flex a bit harder than usual for most of those fragile connectors to rip apart, leaving her all-but entirely naked apart from whatever clung to her fur… and despite the obvious consequences, Talia couldn’t help but feel a sudden warmth emerging from within her chest, blessing her whole body in general and her cheeks in particular. The idea was scandalous, lewd even, reserved for the sort of debauched fiction that kinksters online engaged in, and yet it was clearly there for her to take; assuming this wasn’t some elaborate dream she was having, the wolfess had it within her power to burst free from her clothes through her own muscle power, and quite frankly, that was far more alluring of a thought than it had any right to be. There was still a large part of her that fought back against it, the same one that kept trying to convince her to turn around, head back home, and hope to the heavens above that all she needed was some time away from the light for her gains to go back to normal; how was she supposed to live her life now that her body was a good foot taller and her physique had bulked up so much that none of her clothing fit? How was she supposed to indeed, Talia asked herself, the broken smirk solidifying into a nearly-predatory grin as the wolfess repeated that question again and again, running through not only the most obvious answers, but all the wonderful little extra additions that could be extrapolated from it. Once again assuming that the transformation was taking place, she had little in the way of justifications for why she shouldn’t just throw herself headfirst into it; now that Talia had had some time to appreciate the results, now that she’d had a few seconds to run her fingers across her frame, to hold and squeeze her new biceps, to truly come to terms with what the moonlight had done to her… well, it was difficult for the wolfess to say no to the opportunity presented to her, even if she had no clue why it was happening. Caution, however, still won in the end, albeit barely; as a sort of compromise, Talia convinced herself that, rather than going full-out, she would instead step out into the sidewalk again, just long enough that she could bathe in the light of the moon for a few extra seconds. The plan was for her to merely see what happened with a short exposure, nothing more, hence why it immediately went off the rails the moment her eyes were locked on the white disk up in the sky and her mind froze, unable to even consider the possibility of looking away. It was stronger than her, and in that moment, the wolfess suddenly understood what lycanthropes the world over said when they talked about “lunacy”; she couldn’t stop, she couldn’t take her eyes off the moon, and it wasn’t a case of being unwilling, but downright unable. It was a biological necessity, as if she was parched and the lunar disk was the only source of water for miles around; she needed to imbibe, to drown herself in its light, to let it wash over her and give her its sustenance, that she might grow into ever more perfect forms. She had to stand there and feel as the pressure rose once more within her chest, slowly spreading to the rest of her body, until the whole of her felt as if it was about to burst; she had to stand there and listen to what remained of her clothing finally giving up the ghost, as the wolfess it was trying to contain outgrew the fabric’s ability to hold itself together. She had to stand there and feel as her physical frame expanded in every direction, to watch as the street below her grew ever more distant as her own height was magnified; and above all, she had to stand there and do nothing as the need to externalize all that energy reached a tipping point, beyond which there was nothing for her but to surrender the raging beast roiling inside of her. It was an animal, a brutish thing that cared not for any of the subtleties of modern life, merely desiring size and power, and whatever else the moonlight could give it; but it was not for Talia to decide when it was unleashed, for her role in the process was to absorb the reflected light from above until such a point as her body decided it had enough… and it wouldn’t do so until she was unrecognizable. Granted, her face was still the same, and anyone who knew her from before would probably be able to tell that it was her, but compared to her previous appearance, the giantess that now stood proudly where once had been the old Talia was nothing short of a brand new person, a goddess-in-the-making whose very being would be a blessing to any brave enough to stand close to them. It all took place so quickly that the wolfess didn’t have time to breathe it all in, and it would’ve been even worse had the sudden dizziness of being released from the moon’s grasp not made Talia stumble sideways back into the alley, into which she just barely fit. She hadn’t ever been small, far from it in fact, but there was a slight difference between her slim and athletic six-foot frame and what she was after the infusion of moonlight: easily past ten feet in height, and looking far less like a gymnast and far more like a someone who hit the gym for several hours every day: while she hadn’t been “blessed” with the sort of hyper-muscular form that she’d seen others descend into, there was no denying that the way she looked was a far cry from her old self, her body having been sculpted and molded in such a fashion that she might as well have been plucked straight from the front cover of some hypothetical magazine about giant amazons. The thought amused her almost as much as it did push her buttons, especially considering how Talia was well aware that further refinements were literally just a sidestep away; all she had to do was go stand in the light some more and it would further transform her into an object of worship for all the soon-to-be little ones around her, regardless of what their preferences might’ve been beforehand. After all, who could possibly resist the sight of someone like her, of someone whose mere presence exuded raw power and dominance? Why, she couldn’t even stand in the alleyway anymore without it being uncomfortable; with her frame having blown outwards in every direction, she had her back on one wall and her nipples shoved against the one opposite, with any motion all-but needing her to scrape some part of her against hard, unfeeling stone… and that just wouldn’t do. She was meant to be free, to show herself to the world, to put herself on full display so that any and all could stare in awe and be dumbstruck by her perfection; but above all, she was meant to bathe in the moonlight again, to receive her next “hit”, so to speak, to fill the hole that had begun to develop inside of her stomach. It was hunger, in a way, but not one that food could ever satisfy; not that she’d need food now that she had the light of the moon to sustain herself off of, allowing her to forgo the usual needs of other, lowly mortals and focus entirely on her new life and routine as an ascending proto-goddess. Honestly, it felt good to finally let go and allow her head to think about things in such terms, even if she did have a significant chunk of her psyche still screaming at her, demanding to know what she was thinking when she considered herself something of a divinity. It was getting easier to ignore those voices though… mostly because the self-acceptance that came with these divine realizations was far too pleasurable to be thrown back into its cage. Better to set it free and see what happened when it inevitably took over; perhaps, Talia thought to herself, she’d eventually circle back around, where her pleasure high became so intense that her brain rebooted and sent her crashing back to something resembling proper sanity, at a point where her power was such that she could make good use of it. Or maybe she’d just keep getting wilder and more uncontrolled, unable to truly reign in the sensations threatening to overtake her as she absorbed more and more moonlight. Whatever the case, it was a win-win scenario in her book; control or lack of it, there would be pleasure, and plenty of it, enough that she didn’t consider what would happen when the sun inevitably rose and she lost the source of power. There was just so much of it right there that it didn’t seem appropriate to think further ahead in time, especially not when she still had plenty of hours left to soak in it and make herself huge! With a smile on her face, one far too wide and toothy for Talia’s own sake, the wolfess squeezed herself from the tight bind she’d stumbled into, almost falling flat on her face after losing her balance. There was no one outdoors near her, not even any cars in the street, but the commotion she’d been causing had been loud enough to attract attention from the myriad of individuals living in the apartment blocks next to her; none dared to actually open their windows, but if the giantess were to look up at the many lit squares above her, she’d see dozens of pairs of eyes, all staring at her, wide-open and incredulous as they tried to process what it was they were actually seeing. While lycanthropes were a known factor, as were those blessed with the right kind of genes to be able to grow to larger sizes with relative ease, very rarely did these two groups coincide; it was thought that one genetic make-up was dominant over the other, resulting in the volatile cocktail mixture being a one-in-a-million type situation with very few examples ever recorded… and even those didn’t get anywhere close to what Talia was looking like after just a few seconds more of moonlit exposure. Her body had taken to the silvery light like a moth to a flame, bulking up and outwards with every moment she spent not hiding herself from it, every second the wolfess decided to bathe in the cool night air rather than seek refuge. Soon enough there wouldn’t even be anywhere she could go to hide from it, her body having become too large for her to hide from the moon without having to sprint downtown and find some degree of cover underneath the skyscrapers dotting the skyline… assuming she wanted to do such a thing in the first place. As Talia walked forward however, as she made her way to the park with her mind on auto-pilot, some part of her wanting to play into the pretense of normality by carrying on with her planned job, it was blatantly apparent to anyone watching that the last thing on the wolfess’ mind was stopping; with how wide that grin was, how satisfactorily she licked her lips, how loudly she moaned and begged for her body to grow further, her intentions were more than clear. She’d raise one of her arms, flexing her bicep just to watch as it bulged out further with every ounce of power she placed into it; she’d bring both of her arms in front of her, clenching her entire upper body and practically climaxing from the sounds and tactile feedback of having half of her form just puff up and bulk out with additional muscle mass, all while her legs slowly thickened with each step she took under the strain of having to carry a body like hers. It was madness, insanity really, something that the old Talia would never once have considered doing; how fortuitous, then, that this old version of herself was safely locked away in the back of her head where she couldn’t do any damage to this new, divine form that the wolfess had fashioned for herself, replaced with a new mind, a better mind, one that wasn’t afraid of cutting loose and giving all those onlookers something to stare at. Sure, they may be too scared to come and interact with her personally, but that didn’t mean they weren’t enjoying the show to some extent, thinking themselves safe behind their windows; once upon a time, Talia would be mortified at the notion of public displays like those, but now? Now it almost felt criminal not to show off, since after all, her body was rapidly approaching the twenty-foot mark, beyond which it’d be effectively impossible for her to hide herself at all… and if she couldn’t do anything to keep herself from being spotted, why bother spending time worrying about whether or not she was being seen? Why not take all that energy and flip it around, put it into every motion she performed in order to make them as alluring as possible, that the little ones around her might know that she was their new goddess, their new benevolent overlord, and that if they wanted a good show, all they had to do was keep watching, and she would provide. Nothing was required but their undivided attention, mostly because as Talia kept growing and her body continued to pack on additional mass, it became evident that her ability to absorb moonlight was increasing as well; it made some modicum of sense, as having more surface area on her did mean that she presented a bigger target, but it was still a pleasant surprise for a mind that had long-since stopped thinking about anything other than how great it felt to be under the moon. And really, it was only fair that her ascension would pick up the pace the further along she went with it, as it just wouldn’t do for the universe to force its new deity to do something as uncouth as wait for what was hers by right; no, the fact that the process still took some time was less of a requirement and more of a bonus, something for Talia to enjoy as her full, true form emerged into realspace and imposed itself upon the very fabric of reality. Why, she was already causing architectural damage to her surroundings purely by walking around in them, with each of her steps cracking the pavement and tarmac, and the occasional brush of her tail against a building leading to a significant chunk of its outer walls being scraped off, prompting whoever was inside to run outside screaming in panic. That is, until they were outside, at which point they were faced with something far greater than their fight-or-flight response: Talia herself. Now, the wolfess wasn’t deliberately trying to get people to follow her around mindlessly, nor was she putting any effort into her role as a goddess-in-the-making; it came naturally, and as a result, all that was really required of her was raw enthusiasm and the will to keep going past the point where it ceased being sustainable. But the universe had different ideas, ones that quite luckily complemented the wolfess’ existing plans… either that, or the very sight of her out there in the open was enough to trip some primordial, hitherto unknown switch inside people’s minds, because even the most terrified of runners almost immediately stopped in their tracks the moment they were within direct eyesight of Talia, and rather than continue sprinting away from the disaster zone, began slowly making their way towards her, babbling and slobbering all over themselves as their minds rapidly succumbed to the presence of a veritable divinity. As for the giantess, she didn’t notice; how could she, when the growth process had kickstarted in earnest, each additional inch of height granting her even more absorption capacity until her entire form acted like a lunar panel? She was a vessel for the sacred light, a former mortal enhanced beyond regular limits by the otherworldly reflections of the disk above her head. Talia knew that somewhere out there other lycanthropes were most likely going through their own transformations, so utterly insignificant and beyond minor compared to her own; she knew what they felt now, knew what it was like to have her body be wrested from her own hands and turned into something alien that she couldn’t understand. Unlike the rest of them, however, the wolfess didn’t merely stop there; unlike them, she wrested control back, took it from whatever force had tried to claim it, and now that it had led down this path, she wasn’t about to let go of it. Let others be satisfied with only destroying a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, she was going to keep going until the very concept of clothing could no longer apply to her; she was going to close her eyes and breathe in, filling her lungs with the light, letting it seep through her pores, drowning in it until she couldn’t consider an existence in which she wasn’t perpetually blessed by it. She was going to stand there and feel as her frame expanded ever faster, every quicker, until the little ones around her had to make the choice: either start running properly, or jump onto her body and hold on for dear life. There would be no stopping her once she got started, that much Talia promised herself; only her body, absorbing ever-higher quantities of reflected moonlight, overtaking everything around her. Her claws, digging trenches into the ground as her paws grew to a size where they could stomp down and flatten entire city blocks; her legs, so thick that they weren’t so much tree trunks as entire chunks of woodland condensed into two titanic pillars. Her upper body, chiseled to perfection, months and years and decades of regular exercise condensed into moments, leaving her as the absolute pinnacle of physicality; really, there was no other way for her to go but up, and given the way the city around her seemed to be flying away at high speed, that much was being taken care of already. As the growth sped up, it became so much harder to parse what was even happening; it felt like eons had passed since the first signs of change took hold of her, and the thought that merely gaining a few inches was once enough to leave her near a state of panic felt downright heretical to the new Talia. Now that she could easily pack on a few extra miles whenever she wasn’t paying attention, the initial stages of her ascension had become little more than footnotes, an introductory note on the eternal novel that her life had become; now she was better, now she could flex and have her body gain enough muscle mass to be distributed among the rest of her that she could probably crush an additional country. Now she had become titanic, finally unable to contain the burgeoning energies roiling inside of her; the moonlight had taken her over completely, suppressed whatever remained of her old self, and replaced it with a pliable, excitable wolf goddess whose sole concern was to take in more of it, panting and whining all the while as she veered wildly between domineering over, and utterly submissive to the very transformative process which had made her the way she was then. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, one made even more intolerable by how her frame had reached a point where it began competing with the planet for room; it was obvious that one of them would have to budge, and while Talia would’ve loved nothing more than for the Earth to vanish into some part of her that she could have fun with, her balance had already been bad since before breaking through the first cloud layer, and now that her head was so far up in the stratosphere that breathing was no longer an option (not that she needed it, of course), perhaps it’d be best for her to take the first step. It wasn’t that hard, honestly; by that point, all the wolfess had to do was execute a small hop, and soon enough the gravitational dance between herself and her homeworld had left her in low orbit, floating there as she looked down at the site of her ascension. There used to be a city there, somewhere amidst what were now scratched ruins and large, paw-shaped holes dotting the local geography; now there was naught but devastation, a small price to pay in exchange for being given a body as perfect as her own, a body so vast and imposing that it could exist in orbit around the planet, no thoughts given to how surviving in such conditions was even possible. As far as Talia cared, it was her own perfection that shielded her from the vacuum, the sheer hardness of her musculature and the resilience of her system that allowed her to continue being in an environment that should’ve killed her a long while ago. She was, ultimately, a goddess after all, and as a goddess she had no need for such things as breathing, or eating, or drinking, or sleeping, or doing anything other than basking in the light of the moon… though her current size did pose an interesting question: would it even work, now that she was so big that the sun was right around the corner? Moonlight was, at the end of the day, just photons being ejected from the local star and then reflected by the surface of the Earth’s satellite, not something the Moon itself produced… so surely, if that was the case, then she should be fully capable of absorbing direct sunlight with the exact same results, without having to worry about reshaping herself yet again, if for no other reason than because she willed that to be the case. Even if exposure to the moon’s reflected light was necessary for other lycanthropes, Talia wasn’t other lycanthropes; she was a deity, a goddess, and as one, it was her right to determine what rules did and did not apply to her, and so, if she decreed that sunlight was good enough for her, then sunlight would be good enough for her, and the universe would just have to adapt around that.

It felt… right, to assert herself in such a manner. It felt like she should’ve done so a long time prior, rather than accepting her lot in life and just trying to slowly better herself like everyone else did. It felt like a door had finally been open… no, that a door had always been open, and she just then had crossed the threshold into a palatial residence that had always been there to receive her. A new dawn was fast approaching.

And she would bathe in it as well.