Lizard Gets Wiznerd (Patreon Commission for DesertScales)

TAGS: Demonification, Growth, Amazon/Mini-Giantess

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It always had to be on her shifts. Everyone else got the easy stuff: changelings without the slightest clue about how other sentients behaved, infiltrator agents who thought that “subtlety” was trying to talk to their on-station contact in the middle of the cantina because “it was loud”, even occasionally other, more advanced threats that consistently failed to live up to expectations. And yet, without fail, whenever she donned the security garb, something awful happened and the whole station was suddenly in danger from whatever horrendous creature from beyond the veil decided to come sharpen its teeth on their little slice of corporate heaven; that day, it was a representative of the SWF: a goddamn space wizard. Just the words alone were enough to make Aleksi sigh as she walked past her panicking coworkers and calmly strolled into the armory, making sure to leave her protective gear in a neat little pile before taking the bigger, armor-plated riot suit, a riot control shotgun, and enough shells to turn whatever was in front of her into thin paste. She’d fought plenty of those crazy old bastards before, and every single time they made the exact same mistake: assuming that a fireball beat a face full of lead. Thus, even as everyone around her ran from place to place, shouting incoherently as they tried to convince their shift captain that the wizard was not friendly and meant them only harm, the lizardess placidly went through her mental checklist, making sure to fasten the riot suit properly and take an extra box of shells just in case she needed it; someone else was going to have to make do without it, but frankly, Aleksi didn’t trust anyone other than herself with those things, especially not that crew.

The alarms blared all over the station, the on-board AI shrieked in abject terror once a school of ravenous space carp were summoned into its core in such an angle that its defensive turrets couldn’t help it, and the command staff was still trying to piece together if there was anything wrong at all; the usual, really, and not nearly enough for Aleksi to even think about cocking an eyebrow, the lizard reserving that particular action for the shotgun held in her hands. Those who’d worked with her before knew better than to stand in the way of seven feet of plate-armored lizardess on the warpath, and those who hadn’t would soon learn that if they didn’t obey her demands to “MOVE!” the first time, they’d get a shotgun stock to the face immediately afterwards. There was never any shortage of complete idiots who believed themselves to be God’s gift to on-site security, those who saw someone like Aleksi, whose full body was decked in heavy protective gear, and thought it’d be a great idea to try and wrestle the shotgun off their hands so they could be the hero. And, just like every other time, the lizardess left behind her a trail of moaning, whining pissants with various broken parts of their bodies before she even got close to her target: the goddamned wizard. As usual, it was the kind that slung around fireballs and turned whoever they touched into horrifically mutated facsimiles of clowns decked fully in bright, vomit-green neon clothing, occasionally teleporting short distances whenever anyone got too close for comfort. That much got her to sigh; it had been so long since the last time she’d seen an SWF member who showed the slightest bit of originality, and didn’t just go for what was trendy at the time. Honestly, considering how utterly unimportant the station she was assigned to was in the grand scheme of things, maybe that’s why she only ever saw the shit wizards: the good ones were sent to places that actually mattered, rather than backwater research facilities like hers. It was a… comforting thought, for lack of a better word, because Aleksi was more than certain the average security knucklehead she was forced to work with wouldn’t stand a chance against anyone with half a brain; hell, they didn’t stand a chance against those amateurs, so what hope did they have against anyone better?

One wouldn’t expect someone like her to be difficult to miss, especially considering the full riot suit she had on, but whenever the lizardess wanted to clear large spaces without being interrupted, she could be surprisingly stealthy and agile; the moment she spotted the robed madman slinging fireballs around in front of medbay, Aleksi practically jumped the several yards that separated them, landing heavily next to the wizard… who immediately turned around to face her, gave her a short yelp, and then promptly vanished just an instant before the security amazon’s hand closed on their neck. No worries; they didn’t seem capable of teleporting too far away, so all that she had to do was swivel around and surely she’d be able t-

“Look out!”

Something instinctive activated itself within her mind, and her muscles reacted accordingly. No sooner had she heard the warning than she jumped forwards, the one direction she could see that didn’t have any wizard; a moment later, something searingly hot came flying through where she’d just been standing, with Aleksi turning around just in time to have to shield her eyes from the blast of a fireball hitting one of medbay’s outer walls. Off to the other side, the wizard was already getting ready to cast a brand new spell, but sadly for them, this wasn’t the lizardess’ first time around the rodeo; lightning-quick, she pointed the riot shotgun at the man’s face and unceremoniously discharged it, knowing for a fact that the distance was too great for anything other than a wounding shot. No matter; as long as blood was drawn, she was winning… which made it slightly annoying when the bastard managed to duck behind a wall before the pellets flew right past them, hiding from sight. Aleksi growled, firing at where she assumed the wizard was hiding behind, managing to score a few glancing hits, judging at least from the pained grunts coming from the other side; when one of her rounds failed to elicit any response, she quickly reacted by swivelling her whole body around and sweeping through the air with one of her hands, managing to successfully grab onto the wizard’s throat after the sneaky little thing thought to teleport next to her. The force of the impact, when she picked him up and pinned him against the wall so harshly that she could very well just choke him to death there and then, was not enough to fully knock the wind out of the man’s sails; though they were clearly in pain, they somehow managed to utter an incantation that Aleksi had never heard before, and thanks to them effectively being in melee range, the lizardess didn’t have nearly enough time to dodge what came next.

It wasn’t a fireball though, nor did she suddenly start honking for no reason. Rather, a bright red flash filled her field of view, along with a demonic-sounding cackling that had absolutely not come from the wizard; in fact, the madman himself seemed to be as afraid of what they’d done as Aleksi was of whatever it would do to her, and though she could feel the spell had glanced her and left some sort of residual effect on one of her sides, this was just the opening she needed to put an end to the threat once and for all: two seconds later, the wizard had a riot shotgun to the bottom of his chin, and a second after that, there was no more live wizard. Aleksi let go of the now-headless corpse, breathing heavily as her now-free hand was automatically drawn to the side of her body, where the spell had cut through her torso… though, oddly enough, there was no damage there. Just as people around her started to call for the janitor to come clean up the mess, the seven-foot giantess just… stood there, staring at herself, looking down at a part of her body that was clearly hurting, and yet looked no worse for wear; even the riot suit was intact.

“Aleksi!”

The crackle of a radio. Someone was trying to talk to her.

“Aleksi, report in!” her headset blared into her ear, “Getting reports that the wizard is dead, can you confirm?”

The lizardess looked down at the limp body of what used to be a wizard and the red smear all over the wall next to her that happened to be studded with bits of bone. Yeah, didn’t get more dead than that.

“Confirm, wizard’s dead,” she replied to her commanding officer, “get the medbay staff to cremate the body and the clean-up crew to take care of the blood, I need to go take a bath.”

With that, Aleksi turned back from the scene of the showdown and headed back to the security department, not particularly paying attention to the Head of Security reminding her to put the riot suit back in place. The last thing she needed was to be reminded of the basics, especially when that damned spot on her torso was still aching something fierce; with the wizard gone, at least she’d earned the right to some rest before going back out to the station for another patrol, and she was going to make good on her stated intent to take a relaxing shower. A long, piping hot shower, one that would help to relieve some of the… pain? Discomfort? It was hard to tell what she was supposed to be feeling, but it certainly wasn’t as bad as she initially thought it was; in fact, the closer she got to the armory and the more she walked, the less it really hurt at all, replaced by a somewhat soothing sensation, not unlike the relief one felt after a particularly strong workout session. Maybe the spell really had missed her, and the spike in pain she felt initially was just a result of that; it’d certainly explain everything.

This was somewhat confirmed after she left the riot suit and shotgun back in their proper place and walked over to the living quarters, finding her assigned room and locking the door behind her. After taking her jumpsuit off to inspect the damage, the only thing she could find was a small bruise somewhere around where she assumed the wizard had tried to hit her; nothing out of the ordinary, and more than likely just a kinetic impact gone wrong, presumably after the wizard tried to unleash some unfathomable beast and utterly failed to do so. Still, she said she was taking a bath, so she was going to take a damned bath, and a few moments later, the water was already running.

She cherished these moments, where she could take as much time as she wanted while on the clock and no one could really say anything about it; the job was so boring most of the time that putting her life on the line was almost worth it just to break up the monotony. Plus, the pay was good enough, and what was the captain or HoS going to say about her taking her time to clean the blood off of her, to go back to… patrolling the kitchen? Checking if Departures was just as empty as it usually was? She’d just single-handedly dispatched a wizard, and she was going to make damned sure to milk that opportunity for as much as it was worth; besides, the water felt exceptionally good on her after getting out of the stuffy riot suit, giving Aleksi plenty of reasons to just close her eyes, lean back against the wall of the shower, and let the warmth flow down from the top of her head, along her curves, and onto the floor. She remained like that for some time, not particularly caring about whether or not she was needed; the intercom was in the bathroom on top of her clothes, so if her presence was needed, they could just shout loudly enough and she’d hear it eventually. And yet, for once, Aleksi began to wonder if she should answer the call; something about what happened left her feeling… odd, almost as if she were dissociating just the tiniest bit, like everything up until then had been a hazy dream and she was just waking up. Her vision grew foggier, the outside world becoming blurry and harder to make out, but it wasn’t until she forced her eyes open that the lizardess noticed this wasn’t something internal to her: the water around her really was evaporating a lot more than before.

In fact, looking up at the shower revealed that the jets barely got an inch out of the showerhead before vanishing, replaced by a plume of vapour that began to fill up the small space she was inside, thoroughly fogging up the glass planes and seriously increasing the temperature around her. Yet, for whatever reason, it didn’t feel uncomfortable; in fact, despite feeling the heat rising to levels that should’ve left her pouring with gallons of sweat, Aleksi had honestly never felt as great as she did in that exact instant. Had she accidentally tripped onto some kind of sauna setting? Did the station’s showers even have those? Because if they did, she had clearly missed out on a lot of good moments by not exclusively using them during her off-time, and would be abusing the everliving daylights out of it going forward.

But… no, something was wrong. Right? Something was definitely wrong-right, in that there was something off about the whole sequence of events leading up to Aleksi realizing the water was evaporating more than normal, and yet she still couldn’t find it within herself to care too much about it. Why should she, when she felt so… so alive, so energized, like she could burst out of that shower and go show the world what an impossibly gorgeous amazonian giantess she was, when she could take care of all the pesky wannabe vigilantes by picking them up with one hand and shoving their face into her cleavage until they stopped struggling and embraced their new position as her personal chest warmer? Yes, this would do, this would do just nicely… but there was still so much that had to be done before that was possible; after all, her body wasn’t nearly ready enough for what she wanted to accomplish, nor was it nowhere near the level of perfection required of some like her. It needed refinement, needed moulding, and above all, needed more.

So she looked down, towards her bust. In many ways, it was quite respectable: enough to fill a bra that inched close to the second half of the alphabet, which on a frame like hers meant a pair of tits that no one else on the station could compare to… but they could be bigger, they could be softer, they could be more, just always more… so they would be. It felt so simple to just say it, even simpler to do once she relaxed and let all that power welling up inside of her flow towards her extremities; Aleksi didn’t bother questioning where it had come from, because why should she? It was there, it could be used, and clearly it was designed with her in mind, because it moved and warped in exactly the way that she willed it to. Perhaps this is what the wizards felt whenever they wielded magic, this overwhelming sensation of power linked to the inherent ability to reshape reality as they saw fit; part of the lizardess wondered whether this was the result of that spell which she thought had grazed her, but even that more rational side of her had already been compromised by the frankly ridiculous amounts of stimulation flaring up across her whole body. It was a cross between a massage, a full immersion bath and a dozen different manservants groping every inch of her, and it left her feeling divine; not vulnerable, as she was certain an older version of herself might be inclined to feel, but rather powerful, as if this sudden influx of pleasure was an affirmation of the sort of the power she had within herself, bursting at the seams and ready to be put on display for the whole world to see. With a grin, Aleksi unleashed it, letting the energy pool into her bust from within; she practically breathed it there, each exhale allowing her to push just a little bit more of this pseudo-magical power into her tits, and before long they began to grow before her very own eyes. The lizardess’ grin became toothier, her eyes narrowed without quite glazing over yet, her mind sharpened still as she watched her breasts billow outwards; almost without thinking, she moved her hands upwards to cup their underside, both to feel their weight increasing and to see as her fingers were forced to stretch out further and further, how the soft flesh bulged out between them. It was the best she’d ever felt, and honestly, she saw no reason to stop at just a couple of cup sizes; why should she contain herself when the power seemed limitless, when the raging maelstrom of what was clearly magic within her very core apparently replenished itself the more she tapped into it? If anything, it felt like a downright waste not to bring it to its very limit and see just how much it could do, and besides, her tits were getting more sensitive the bigger they got, and Aleksi wouldn’t last much longer before both of her hands were busy playing with her ample and growing bust; her nips especially turned into even bigger hotspots than before, and she was certain that everyone around her quarters heard when she made the “mistake” of gently squeezing them between her index fingers and thumbs. The moan that erupted from her throat was… exquisite.

The process didn’t stop until she was thoroughly satisfied with her new size, and that didn’t happen until the entirety of her chest vanished underneath soft, scaly pudge. A few adjustments here and there, making sure that her bust maintained the most perfect teardrop shape while also being incredibly solid and massive in the most literal way possible, and Aleksi finally found the strength needed to push herself off the wall, which she just then realized she’d been leaning against for some time. She was thankful the shower in her quarters had enough room for her to turn around and appreciate herself, because she looked good: tits covering her torso, their bottom curvature hugging her waistline, big enough that they even had quite a bit of backboob to them; if any observers dared to stare at them from behind the lizardess, they’d be able to see several inches of soft breastflesh just daring them to reach out and touch it, all while their more reasonable sides reminded them that Aleksi was still a seven foot tall amazon… though not for long. Because as she looked down at herself, the one thing on her mind was how she should probably do something about the extra weight on her back; not that she had any real need for it, but now that her ability to mould and reshape her own body was at the forefront of her mind, Aleksi was going to exploit it for as long as she could focus on it. And the longer she stared at her tits, the more she realized that what she needed was some back muscle… and then probably something extra on her glutes, move forward to the abs, arms, honestly just take her already well-toned physique and really dial it up to eleven; not so much that she’d end up looking like a bodybuilder, but enough that anyone watching would know for a fact that the giantess they were looking at hit the gym regularly and could probably hit a punching bag hard enough to send it flying off the chain it hung from. And, just like before, accomplishing this was as easy as just willing it to happen; a stray, errant thought solidified into a more structured desire and seconds later she watched as all extraneous fat, what little there still was on her, burned off and got replaced with lean muscle mass. Admittedly, the difference wasn’t that great, considering the kind of job she performed on a regular basis, but it was nice to smooth out the edges and really give herself the aesthetic she aimed for; it was important to look the part as much as it was to actually perform it properly.

But, to that end, there was still something else that had to change, because she was still merely a seven-foot lizardess and that really wasn’t enough. Tits and muscle were one thing, but she could get that done with genetic modification and practice, respectively; she was respectably larger and more threatening, sure, but there was something missing, something special that would really wrap things up and leave her looking like the undisputed ruler of her little fiefdom… and it wasn’t her ass, even if she spent a few moments plumping it up in order to make its size match that of her tits, maybe a little more given how it helped her balance somewhat. No, if she wanted to truly impose herself upon the universe, then Aleksi needed to be bigger, and not just in the sense that her proportions were more exaggerated, but just larger in general, enough that the ceiling, standing still a respectable distance away, would be so close she could easily bump into it if she didn’t step carefully. To that end, the lizardess figured it’d be best to step out of the shower first; she could already feel the heat rising inside of her, so much so that the water inside the pipes was starting to boil before it even had the chance to leave the showerhead. Not that stepping away really did anything, as all it accomplished was creating two burn marks wherever her feet landed, leaving the previously-immaculate linoleum riddled with scorched tracks thanks to the small period of surprise and shock that came with realizing she wasn’t just metaphorically hot. And yet, rather than being alarmed by this, it only served to egg Aleksi on further; there was something about it that made her feel beyond powerful, almost as if she were tapping into something that wasn’t entirely natural, something that came from a place that was fundamentally different from her reality. Perhaps this had something to do with the flash of red light, the demonic cackling she heard when the wizard’s spell “misfired” and glanced her; perhaps he had tried to summon something and whatever it was decided to try and possess Aleksi, not quite realizing they were biting off far more than they could possibly chew. This explanation amused her, delighted her, and above all, made the most sense to her; of course she had absorbed the full brunt of an attempted otherworldly possession and successfully bent its power in her own favour, that’s just the kind of thing she did, it was the kind of person she was. Anyone trying to step in and tell her what to do would get a master class in just how pointless such an exercise was, demonic or not, and now that she was certain that she had a literally supernatural source of power inside of her, Aleksi let loose.

In all respects, the transformation wasn’t that flashy, as all she did was make herself bigger in literally every single way, keeping her proportions much the same but adding inches onto her frame with each second, visibly surging upwards and outwards in order to fill up as much of her living quarters as she feasibly could without having to breach the ceiling; she might be powerful, but the lizardess doubted she could survive the vacuum of space. In the process of doing so, however, a certain few things began to slip out of her control; though aware of it, even if just vaguely, Aleksi chose not to stop, chose instead to continue and chalk this up as just a necessary consequence of her affirming her true power. It only made sense that her might was so overwhelming that her body overflowed with it, even when she did her best to contain it… and if it ended up leaving her even more beautiful and gorgeous and succulent, then who was she to say no to the gifts her own physical form gave her? Besides, the whole demonic aesthetic would look wonderful complete with those horns she was developing, stretching out from the small nubs she already had on her head until they turned into enormous, razor-sharp spikes protruding backwards from her skull, curving inwards slightly after a while; smaller ones would blossom from near the base of the bigger length of bone, creating a series of spiked ridges that rested upon her head in an intricate, crown-like pattern, almost like a physical halo of sorts. They weren’t heavy, and in fact felt as close to weightless as they could be, but a small touch was all Aleksi needed to know that they were capable of cutting through even steel if necessary. Not her scales though; those would be indestructible, untouchable to any but those she deemed worthy enough to service her. And still she kept going, still she kept growing, until even her proportions began to slip free from her, even if just slightly: from her thighs thickening until all space between them was erased and every step would need her to rub those things together, to an ass that could swallow any hand that touched it up to the wrist (if not more), even her tits bulging outwards just enough that they crossed over the waistline and reached over half a foot in backboob on either side. None of this endangered her pristine, athletic physique though; if anything, having to carry a bust that large just made her back muscles that much stronger, and the pillowy ass and soft, inviting thighs worked wonderfully with the obviously well-toned calves she also had on display. Aleksi became a creature of extremes, and as her horns continued to sharpen, her tongue began to bifurcate, even her canines began to lengthen, it was clear that the creature that attempted to inhabit her had to be a succubus of some kind, or at least some sort of demonic thing of lust. Poor thing, believing itself capable of subverting such a glorious specimen as herself; now they were little more than fuel for her ascension, the first step in an endless ladder of Aleksi’s self-indulgent ladder to divinity.

… a first step. It was such a simple statement to make, and yet the full weight of it didn’t set in until after Aleksi was done, until after she’d grown large enough as to have to bend down slightly in order to fit in her living quarters. She might’ve wrangled a literal demon into serving her, or at least chose to believe that was the case, but there was something about the way she looked that was missing something: specifically, the fact that she wasn’t bigger. It was a strange hunger, to be sure, and one that a small part of her had to wonder whether or not it was even hers to begin with, but as she stared down at her expansive cleavage, back at her rotund butt or around at the powerful body she’d sculpted for herself, the one thing in her mind was the need to be more. Not necessarily more well-proportioned, but just… bigger. To burst free from the confines of her room, take into her hands the many nuisances that had given her headaches over the months she’d spent working at that station and then sap them of as much life force as she could, leaving them barely functional husks while she herself only grew ever more powerful, ever greater. Sure, the company would probably call an MTF on her, presumably Code Lambda or above, but did that even matter anymore? She was hungry, and that hunger was not one that could be easily satisfied… especially not with a body like hers; she was a growing girl, after all.

Those unlucky enough to be standing around the lounge outside the crew quarters were given front row seats to the emergence of a brand new goddess when Aleksi plowed through the front wall of her living room, not particularly caring about whether or not she accidentally caused a breach; she needed a higher ceiling in order to stretch her limbs out, and with the sort of body she had, the giantess could take her sweet time in unleashing all of that pent-up tension and it still wouldn’t matter, because no one in their right minds would do anything other than stare at her in slack-jawed awe, their eyes glazing over the longer they gazed upon her magnificence. The whole station quaked with each step she took (or at least the local area… for the moment, of course), her body coursed by shockwaves that created the slightest, most perfect amount of jiggle on her curves each time one of her feet threatened to break through the panelling on the floor. There were a handful of civilians sitting there, staring up at the nearly twelve-foot behemoth looming over them, their mouths as wide open as their eyes, brains barely functioning as they struggled to try and comprehend the beauty and magnificence that they were seeing. It was perfect fodder for the next step, Aleksi thought to herself as she snapped her fingers, effortlessly calling upon all the mass that those onlookers wouldn’t need; so many souls, so eager to be with her, not knowing that they could be if only they remained still and let her siphon their very essence into her.

Already she could feel herself growing bigger, thicker, stronger. Already she could feel the deepening, widening pit growing in her very soul as it demanded more and better nourishment.

And suddenly, those little ones looked quite delicious.