Thigh Dominance (Commission for Iris)

TAGS: Growth, Hyper, Macro, Breast/Ass Expansion, Milk/Lactation

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It was absurd to think that it would work, but at the low-low cost of nine dollars and ninety-nine cents on a sale, she’d be crazy not to at least try it out.

Iris had seen the ads for that piece of “exercise equipment” occasionally running on TV, but never gave them much credit; as far as she cared, they just looked like the same sort of crummy infomercials for a product trying to reinvent the wheel and failing terribly at it; but seeing as she was a scrawny little beanpole and nothing seemed to work, there was really nothing stopping her from just trying it out anyway apart from her stinginess, and ten bucks was low enough that she didn’t whine too much on parting with them.

The chameleon, as usual, set up shop in her backyard, where no one could bother her and she could bathe under the warm light of the sun, just when it was starting to go down, the best time of day to get her workout in. Well, she said workout, but it was mostly trying and failing to lift weights while her body screamed at her to stop doing whatever she was trying to do; Iris hadn’t had the best of luck when it came to buffing up, as even near-overdosing on protein shakes did nothing but give her stomach pains and maybe enough muscle that, if she used a level on her arm, it might show. So to use this thing, this… cheap piece of plastic to be shoved between her thighs and used to stretch them out so she could squeeze back, she didn’t have high hopes for it; even in the best of scenarios, it would end up doing precisely jack diddly and then be thrown into the nearest rubbish bin, where it would be forgotten about and thrown into a landfill a few days later.

With an energy drink by her side, Iris adjusted the equipment between her legs and allowed it to shove them further apart. It was surprisingly difficult to get them back together, far more than she expected; as cheap as it might look, that plastic was sturdy and refused to budge, and the chameleon ended up drenched in sweat and strained all over after the first rep alone, allowing the damned thing to snap back into position and nearly dislocating both of her legs in the process… in addition to making them quite a bit thicker as well.

It took a bit before she noticed it happening, especially since it occurred without the slightest of sounds, but now that Iris looked down, her legs were definitely bigger than they had been before, thighs especially; it wasn’t anything special, probably what other people would experience after a few weeks of intensive practice, but it had just… appeared, out of nowhere, right after she was done almost collapsing after one simple stretching exercise. Surely this couldn’t be real, and she was just hallucinating it thanks to a sudden lack of sugar in her bloodstream, but they certainly felt real to the touch. Very real. Alluringly real. So real she could see herself doing nothing but groping them… and now she needed more.

Squeezing the plastic exercise tool was significantly easier the second time around, so much so that, rather than having it immediately spread her legs afterwards, the chameleon instead slowly relinquished her hold over it, giving it time to let the springs, and her legs, expand; there was no denying it, those thighs of hers were getting beefier the more they were spread apart, with her sports short tearing themselves apart just moments before they were fully stretched out. By adjusting herself just a little better, those things came right off, leaving her nude from the waist down and fully revealing the brand new muscle tone they were adorned with.

More.

Another squeeze, another slow release, and suddenly her lower body was actively groaning from how much the skin on it was being forced to expand, suddenly she could hear her hide practically creaking as it was made to deal with an enormous amount of muscle mass. It almost looked comical, given how much her upper body was still so scrawny, leaving it look like it was attached to someone else’s pair of legs: powerful, extremely muscular, appearing as if they belonged to a career bodybuilder with an extreme dedication to rigid workout methods, rippling and practically vascular, they were heavy enough that the chair she was on was starting to complain about the weight, a complaint that Iris gleefully ignored. After all, how else would she gain the body of her dreams if not by carrying on as if there wasn’t a problem? Better to get to squeezing, because those legs weren’t going to grow themselves!

However, a surprise awaited Iris, and it hit her far harder than it could have, considering she decided to immediately let go of the device after squeezing it down. Expecting another boost to her thighs, the chameleon was instead almost smacked across the face by her own bust, which went from nearly completely flat to so enormous that it spilled onto her lap, over her lap, and practically onto the ground! Mere moments after that, as if to compensate, the rest of her torso remembered it was supposed to be keeping itself proportional and promptly shot up in size as well, completely ruining her chair and leaving her to fall on an ass whose cheeks were apparently big enough to crush couches; she was left pinned down completely beneath a pair of tits that, while more proportional, were still wildly oversized for her body, even in its stronger state. Anyone else would’ve called it a day and gone home to worry about what their life was going to be like from that day forward, but not Iris; she had a magical workout device and she wanted to use it. Because what she had wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.

She needed more of it.

It was getting so easy to just squeeze that thing between her thighs that the chameleon began to wonder if she wasn’t about to just destroy it completely, given how powerful her legs had become. Sure enough, she began hearing the plastic groan the next time she put any kind of stress on it, and was mildly certain that the time it took for it to go back to normal was longer than usual, and not because of each of her thighs suddenly bulking up to be thicker than an oak log each… and a fully grown, mature one at that. Another rep and her suspicions were confirmed; even though her bust was the next thing to be affected, undergoing a growth spurt that made her first one look miniscule by comparison, the cheap plastic was clearly bent out of shape so much that it took nearly thirty seconds for it to go back to its fully-extended state. Then again, it was still working, given that her upper body suddenly exploded outwards until a good chunk of her house was suddenly missing from her barrelling through it, so as long as it lasted, it… should be fine.

Better try it out and make sure it still worked.

Another rep, and again it was her thighs receiving all the muscle, keeping her physical form on a staggered development schedule; it was incredible how much those legs of hers looked disproportionately massive even when each of her tits were about as big as a large minivan, and yet, when looking down at those things and realizing they were each easily wide enough to completely obliterate most of her home, the one thing in her mind was how much she needed to make her upper body match her lower one. Immediately, the chameleon went back to work, so engrossed in her growth that she was no longer wondering whether or not she’d fallen asleep and was just having a vivid dream; all that mattered was that her bust was so unbelievably massive that one of her nipples alone completely wrecked whatever was left of her house, leaving the lizard immobilized underneath her own tits… and giving her a perfect reason to try out the thigh equipment again, providing just enough extra muscle that not only did she manage to get back up on her feet, but did so with such incredible ease that all the blood came rushing down and she felt woozy enough to trip backwards.

The resulting slam not only got rid of whatever passed for the wreckage of her previous abode, but also made short work of her car and several others parked next to it; her shoulders alone were broad enough to cover any one of the many domiciles lined along that dead-end suburb, to say nothing of the absolutely titanic pair of legs below her waist, each one easily big enough that they’d be unable to fit inside any one of those houses. And the least said about her tits, the better; they were one growth spurt behind and already looking to be the size of a long-haul truck.

Unfortunately, it seemed to her that the exercise equipment was a couple of squeezes away from just breaking completely, and for once, she had to admit it was her fault; not that she didn’t give it her best shot, but being that big just sort of put her on a different league altogether, and as much as she honestly believed that she shouldn’t be held responsible for that kind of low-level damage, well, there was nothing she could do about it, now was there? Sighing contentedly, the chameleon readjusted the little thing between her legs and squeezed it again, barely noticing as she did so; the difference between it being compacted and stretched out, compared to the sort of body she had now, were so inconsequential that the chameleon could barely even notice them at all… and then she exploded.

Not literally of course, just enough that each tit suddenly became big enough to completely smash through half the street and a full row of houses each, leaving behind two colossal craters that dug deep into the ground and left her wondering just what in blazes had happened. Those things were large enough to obscure the sun, and heavy enough that, even with her several-times-redoubled muscle mass, Iris couldn’t even begin to lift a single one, much less the whole set! It was such an immensely disproportional boost that, frankly, it just left her wanting more; because what she had there was what was supposed to make her body somewhat balanced, bring her upper self in line with the lower one, but instead of that she was gifted with a bust so bountiful she could feel the rivers begin to flow off on the other side of them.

But that was fine, because that could only mean one thing: the next rep would leave her thighs so unbelievably colossal, so unthinkably massive, that just trying to wrap one’s mind around a single one would be enough to cause fainting and heavy headaches, much less anything as insane as physically attempting to hug their full circumference. It was a good bet, and she was ready to take it; even better when Iris realized the piece of equipment that had brought her there was so broken down that it probably only had that one last squeeze left in it… so why not go for broke? Why not put so much strength behind it that it wouldn’t just remain squished, it would break completely?  That seemed like a good, entirely safe and not at all crazy idea that totally wouldn’t backfire and leave her so unbalanced that walking would be impossible for entirely different reasons.

So Iris adjusted the equipment, for the last time. And she squeezed down on it, for the last time, so hard that it audibly snapped, even over the sound of the sloshing coming from her tits.

And immediately, every house around and behind her was vaporized.

Getting a bead on just how massive her ass and thighs had gotten was a bit difficult when all the things she could’ve used as a means of comparison were turned to rubble or dust, floating away in the gusts of wind created by her sudden expansion; it was a reminder of how powerful she was now, given that just existing was enough to alter the local environment by virtue of size alone. It made for a wonderful sensation, going from being unable to lift a single one of those giant udders of hers to effortlessly getting back on her feet, even if she was still so much wider than she was taller that her tits were still firmly planted on the ground. She nevertheless managed to loom over her surroundings, or at least what remained of them; with an ass so colossal that a single cheek was bigger than both of her breasts combined, and a pair of thighs of such immense girth that it was a wonder how they were even attached to her, it was hard to loom over anything when her very own body had destroyed most of that anything.

But still, she quite enjoyed her new self; how could she not, when it was so deliciously oversized that simply breathing sent shockwaves coursing through her, soft flesh jiggling and rippling endlessly at the slightest of touches. She was… rather sensitive as well, far too much for her liking; the simple act of lactating, which she was very much going through at that moment, was enough to get her all tingly, and for her hands to find something new to do between her legs. A bad choice, all things considered, as this apparently signalled to her body that it should undergo another growth spurt, and while Iris initially believed it would just be for her torso and tits to balance themselves out again, the fact that her head remained exactly where it was immediately sent alarm bells ringing in her head.

It all happened so fast and without any warning that, by the time the chameleon realized what had even happened, her tits were so huge that each one could’ve fit her bust’s previous size inside of it a few times over, her ass was equally as gigantic if not more so, and despite her height remaining the same (albeit at a respectable twelve or so feet), her thighs flared out so much that moving around should have been impossible purely from weight and friction alone; despite this, it seemed as if her ability to move from one point to another remained unaffected! Probably because her arms and legs had gained so much bulk that to put it into words would be a disservice to the sight of her; hell, just flexing was enough to make so much mass bulge out that she felt the air being displaced, and her arms were barely anything compared to the world trees that were her thighs. With uncharacteristic ease, the chameleon turned around, spotting a lone tree that hadn’t yet been affected by her glorious ascension. It was a large oak, much like her legs had been like beforehand, and while once it stood proud and imposing, now it was little more than a tiny twig compared to her body.

So she tried to get close to it, close enough to where she could flick it and turn it into a million little toothpicks, but was unable to. Maybe she just didn’t know her strength, maybe her strength was on such a level that it was unable to be contained at all; all she knew was that the simple act of leaning sideways packed so much energy that the whole surface of the planet around her cracked, a hundred-yard-deep crevice forming before she could even angle herself properly. She knew that any further pressure would just lead to the planet shattering, and that just wouldn’t do.

So she simply flicked the air. And the shockwave caused by this was powerful enough that, by the end, there was no tree. There were barely any roots.

All in all, a good purchase on that thigh thing.

Four stars.