Glory (Patreon Commission for DanMingle)

After years of research and hard work, it was finally done. She didn’t think it was possible, and had very nearly given up on the endeavour multiple times before. Brick walls were hit, pitfalls were tripped into, many angry words were exchanged between sources of information that denied one another’s competency; a great number of things that could go wrong did, and yet the vixen never once actually took that final step required to abandon her quest completely. Even during her darkest hours, when no one wanted to stand with her and the whole world seemed bent on telling her she had no idea what she was doing, Nady somehow found the strength to carry on, hidden somewhere so deep inside of her that even she had no clue where it was coming from. Yes, there were pauses, long stretches of time where the research itself was halted and the vixen had to take a break from all the insanity; rather than lead her to drop the whole thing, however, these only served to convince her that she was right, and that she would find the solution she was looking for if she just kept looking.

The search for the growth serum had long been one that hung over hypers’ heads the world over. No one quite knew what it was that made them what they were; genetic mapping never quite managed to find the “hyper gene,” as it was usually called, and every attempt at replicating the effects of their biology in other, normal-sized individuals inevitably ended in failure or, at best, temporary success. It seemed that, no matter what anyone did, it was random chance that determined who got given the prize of size… at least until Nady came along. Having spent her college and university years delving into both genetic research and biology, she was utterly convinced that the secrets to what made a hyper a hyper had to be locked away somewhere inside of their DNA; and assuming this was true, then it was only a simple leap from there to sharing that knowledge with everyone alive through the use of genemodding and nanoscopic manipulation. It was a lofty goal, given that most of the technology required to make it work didn’t even exist when she began her research, but the vixen embarked on her journey regardless, knowing that something would eventually turn up.

And then it didn’t. For years. Disappointment after disappointment followed disaster after disaster, with funding pulled and given back again after semi-promising results, several changes in venue when her parent institutions refused to continue investing into her project, and a seemingly endless parade of naysayers who were more than happy to drag her name through the mud for the sake of throwing her off the scent. Their attitude, their complete conviction in the impossibility of her task, was what fueled her desire to get to the bottom of it most of all; were they not scientists? Were they not people of logic and invention? Where was their curiosity, their bottomless drive to discover the secrets of the universe, that spark that led them to unwind and unravel reality itself so that they could poke at its buttons and see how it reacted? It drove her mad that so many of her peers would simply throw her field of work into the rubbish bin and proclaim that they “needed more time” to “develop better technologies” rather than delving headfirst into it and worrying about their constraints later. Her own approach was arguably just as irrational, but she didn’t care; she had a goal and wouldn’t rest until she accomplished it.

And now, several years after she began, it was finally there. The past few months had been filled with countless breakthroughs, every piece in the proverbial puzzle falling into place after the discovery of an hitherto-unknown genetic sequence that showed up in every single hyper subject she got her hands on. The vixen was initially reluctant to accept it, but as the test results kept pouring in and that sequence of chemical bases kept showing up, she had to admit that it couldn’t just be coincidence. There was something there, something hiding in plain sight. They would have never found it because they were looking in all the wrong places; the sequence itself wasn’t continuous, being instead spread out across multiple sections of the helix, somehow able to have its disparate chunks interact with one another to affect the lucky person blessed with them. This could very well explain why there seemed to be no logical consistency between what hypers had grow out to absurd proportions, something that had also intrigued geneticists for decades. Nady had no clue where this discovery would lead her, but knew that it would inevitably propel her forward… so she kept going.

Months, and now she held the answers in her hands, fresh out of the centrifuge. There were five ampoules, containing a concentrated, synthesized compound built on the same principles of the “hyper gene” she was planning on announcing to the world. The papers were drawn up, the sources written up to date to the latest formatting standard, and all that was left was mailing that stack over to a series of publications and then wait for the invitations to come pouring in. She knew her conclusions would draw plenty of scorn, but it would be impossible for even the most ardent of skeptics, as long as they remained scientific of mind, to doubt her methods; everything was performed with utmost rigour, and if anyone at all wished to replicate the results, all they had to do was follow the instructions. That wasn’t enough though, not in her mind. After so long being treated as some kind of pariah within the scientific community, Nady had no intention of simply throwing a bunch of words around in people’s faces in order to prove them wrong; that would certainly be a great part of it, and extremely fun now that she thought about it, by why stop there? She had unlocked the very secrets of the nature of hypers, enough that she could create new hypers if she so desired. Granted, most of that technology she was banking on was highly experimental and untested, at best, plus her supply of protein folders was anything but legal, but if it worked…

… if it worked…

The vixen had an idea, something she banked on in order to make the full reveal of her discovery be that much more impactful with both the scientific community and the populace at large. After all, what she was intending to do wasn’t just to completely revolutionize the fields of biology and genetics (that was mostly a nifty side bonus), but instead to both accomplish a lifelong goal and make herself obscenely rich in the process. It was a selfish motivation and she was fully aware of it, but made up for it by the decision to make it as affordable as possible; being the patent holder for a literal growth serum gave her plenty of leeway to decide on how to price it, with the only constraint being the actual production costs. Aside from that, there was no reason not to sell it to most everyone with some degree of expendable income; it was a social service, in her mind, to let anyone became as obscenely large as they wanted to if they ever so desired, a world in which anyone, literally anyone could become a hyper overnight. It had been a dream for her, having been terribly cursed with a body that refused to have fat settle anywhere; being a beanpole for her entire existence up until then made for a wonderful motivation when it came to modifying her size, and if it weren’t for that constant reminder, Nady doubted she’d have had the willpower to keep going for as long as she did. Now though? Now she had distilled the essence of the “hyper gene” into five separate compounds, each representing one way said gene could manifest in practice: increased productivity of body fluids, muscle mass, fat deposits in the breasts and rear, fat deposits in… erogenous areas, and finally general increase in overall height, build and proportions. Nady was certain that, with extra work, she’d be able to further distill these into even more refined and targeted synthetic boosters, but given the time she had sunk into the project, just those five were already enough to count as a victory. Because she had every intention of injecting herself with all of them; that was the point after all. Not only would her papers take mainstream publications by storm, her body as well would serve as the utmost, irrefutable piece of evidence that her research was not only real, but usable. It wasn’t just a fluke, it wasn’t a genetic happenstance or a freak mutation, it was her hard work, dedication and understanding of genetic engineering that would make her into a statuesque, imposing amazon.

At least, that was the plan. The specifics would probably be slightly different, seeing as this was the first time she was testing those compounds at all, but assuming her math wasn’t entirely wrong, then she was perfectly safe in injecting those things into her without having to worry about breaking through the roof. She grabbed an autoinjector from one of the shelves, a design of her own, and fixed the ampoule in her hand onto the back. The tiny prick was a good enough payment for what was certainly going to be a lifetime of unbridled pleasure, the vixen barely even feeling it as she reached for another one. The five extracts were all quickly pumped into her bloodstream, a line of small, barely-bleeding spots on her arm arranged in a neat line, the marks of ascension, the marks of a brand new Nady that would show the world her genius.

Immediately she could feel the effects beginning to take hold, far faster than the vixen could have ever hoped for. It was like having air injected into her, the pressure becoming unbearably high, as if her insides were trying to escape in every direction but inwards. She doubled over, one hand hanging onto a counter just to stop herself from collapsing onto the floor. Breathing became difficult, labored, Nady gasping for breath and yet barely feeling any oxygen in her lungs. She was tunnel-visioning, the world in front of her narrowing until all she saw was the dull grey of the floor tiles, until all sound left her, until all sensation began to abandon her… until a large crack and the unmistakable noise of wood smashing interrupted it and she careened onto the ground, hitting her head on it and somehow ending up more awake than ever! Startled, Nady looked to the side, only to yelp in shock when she saw what she had on her hand: a large piece of plywood, clearly ripped from some larger structure, a small cloud of sawdust floating in front of her. Looking up, it was clear she had managed to remove that chunk off the counter… but how? They weren’t nearly heavy enough for their body to do that level of damage… unless it wasn’t their weight!

Frantically, Nady pulled back on their labcoat’s sleeve, and what she saw left her confused as to how she should react. More shock would be appropriate, as would be unbridled panic, but mostly what the vixen wanted to do was shout with unmitigated joy. Her arm, previously a limp noodle that could barely hold onto more than two grocery bags, was now bulging with lean, tight muscles, perfectly defined and glistening with what she could only hope was sweat, glinting underneath the artificial lights of her laboratory. The longer she stared at it the more her musculature continued to grow, rock-hard sinew building on itself until the fabric containing it began to tear. Her other arm was quickly following suit, and judging from how tight her clothes were feeling all over, Nady could only assume that the same process was expanding to affect the rest of her torso as well. She could hear it, her body groaning and rumbling as mass multiplied upon itself, more and more vixen being fabricated from seemingly nowhere as her hidden potential was finally unlocked. It took barely a minute before she heard the first rips, and from there it was just a few more seconds until her labcoat and shirt were completely destroyed, rendering her completely nude from the waist up… and revealing something new entirely in the process!

While her body was significantly more ripped than before, that hadn’t been the only thing that had been improved. Her breasts, too, had begun to rise and expand outwards, filling up and taking more and more space on her torso, kept from weighing down on her thanks to the increased muscle power on her back. They were already well past the halfway point on the alphabet and were still growing at an alarming rate, enough that when she brought her hands to them (incidentally being able to tell just how tiny they were compared to the bulbous masses of raw organic power that were her arms), she could feel her breastflesh pouring through between her fingers, her tits’ weight evident. What’s more, they weren’t empty; the increased productivity she’d gifted herself had made her body eager to start making vixen milk, something she had never had the opportunity to experience in her life. It was… odd. Pleasurable, yes, but a sensation she had no way of describing, not having anything else to compare it to. It was a warmth, a fullness, something that made her feel both powerful and oddly comfortable, like it was just a perfectly normal thing to happen. Perhaps it was her motherly instincts kicking in, or maybe she just really liked the notion of leaking her cream all over the place; whatever the case may be, her nipples were growing ever larger and more engorged, beads of white appearing on them before turning into a trickle, and from there into a small stream of thick, sugary, sweet-smelling milk. Wouldn’t take long for all the fur on her front to be stained by it, and for the breast growth to be compounded by the impossible amounts of cream being produced inside of it, practically doubling the rate at which her breasts were inflating.

Down below, her ass was certainly not going to wait and let her bosom take the spotlight, though it mostly seemed to take from the muscle mass enhancer than the fatty one. Both her cheeks were pudgy enough that she could sink her hands into them, sure, but everything around them was just as hard as her abs or arms were, and the moment Nady traced her curves down to her legs, it suddenly became a lot more difficult to focus. Really, the vixen never expected to be that infatuated by her own body, but her hips and thighs were proving her wrong! She could stand there and grope herself for hours and yet still feel the need to keep going, no amount of her body being enough for her, even as her fingers failed to get any headway in grabbing her tightening skin and the muscle mass beneath; all of her was becoming an edifice of perfection, knocking over precious materials like they were nothing as she took up the previous little room left inside of her lab. For a brief moment, Nady feared that she might do something stupid and end up jeopardizing her research, only to thank her lucky stars for remembering to keep hard copies on backup back home; any damage done to her equipment would need to be paid out of pocket still, so it was best not to move around too much regardless.

And yet, it was very difficult not to. The longer she looked at herself, the less restraint the vixen seemed to have over whatever it was she did. It was far easier to avoid bumping into things when she was smaller, that much was a given, but even with increased body mass it shouldn’t be that hard to keep from turning everything on its head purely from moving around. It was almost as if she couldn’t help it, like some unseen force was directing her to put her body to the test, to see how it fared in a world designed for people of far less stature than herself. But why though, was the question; Nady had never really felt the need to show off, and even her desire to grow out like a hyper was mostly fueled by her need to prove everyone wrong about what they said of her research and its feasibility… or at least that’s what she’d been telling herself for all those years. Now that she had what she wanted, the vixen was becoming slightly confused as to what her motivation was supposed to be, especially considering her growth spurt still wasn’t over, far exceeding even her most optimistic projections; almost eight feet tall and with her head quickly approaching the ceiling, her height was matched only by the broadness of her shoulders, with the rest of her body following suit in the size department, Nady felt more powerful than she ever had in her whole life. Simply looking down was enough to make her weak at the knees, given the kind of bust she had given herself; it was the sort of thing reserved purely for the largest and fullest of hypers, a pair of breasts that hung low, close to her waist, and yet were so packed with vixen milk that they kept a near-perfectly spherical shape, their swollen nipples capping large, black areolae that contrasted immensely with the white and green of her fur. 

It was only then that Nady noticed the amount of milk pouring out of her, and pouring was very much the best word to describe it. The flow wasn’t simply trickling down the side of her breasts and dripping onto the ground so much as it felt like two fire hydrants on low-pressure; not enough that she had issues keeping her balance, but certainly enough that the two jets being produced by her teats had a noticeable arch to them and ended up splattering all over the ground several feet in front of her. And yet, despite the clear sign that she was emptying out as quickly as her body allowed it, her breasts refused to become any smaller or anything less than immensely tight; any attempt on her end to sink her fingers into their plush flesh revealed nothing less than a hard surface that refused to yield even a fraction of an inch, betraying how utterly stuffed both mounds were, and making Nady wonder just where exactly she was getting the energy and calories required to fuel that level of production. Not that she had a lot of time to think about such conundrums, seeing as her body was already progressing to the next stage of her ascension.

The vixen had planned for her booster shots to only bring her to a certain size and set of proportions, just the right amount that she could tower over anyone who might interview her about her discoveries. Nady had even bought a whole set of clothes precisely for such an occasion, keeping in mind what her body was supposed to look like after the gene splicers were done working on her; the idea was to evoke the imagery and aesthetic of hypers, but with… everything. Not just one blessed body part, but a blessed body, giving everyone out there who happened to be watching hope that they too could one day become as colossal as her. This of course had its limits, and the vixen made sure to account for them when producing her doses; the five shots were only supposed to bring her up to a certain point before the effects petered out, but it appeared that somewhere along the way, Nady might have accidentally carried a few too little ones and screwed up her calculations, because she wasn’t supposed to be growing that massive. Already her head was bumping against the ceiling and her hands were having trouble reaching the far end of her tits; not just because of the latter’s size, but also thanks to the colossal amount of bulk her arms were developing, leading to her range of motion becoming increasingly smaller as her biceps became incrementally larger. Moving around without smashing vital equipment to bits became an exercise in futility, and for the first time in what felt like years, Nady felt truly panicked about what was happening to her; was the transformation even going to stop? Or would she keep going until her body was an unrecognizable pile of muscle mass and breastflesh, drowning in her own milk after the neckbulk surrounding her head turned into a large pool, ready to be filled?

And why did that idea sound so appealing?

In fact, why was she moaning so loudly, things weren’t meant to be pleasurable; the transformation served a purely practical purpose, it was meant to establish that her research was both entirely serious and could yield practical results… so why did it feel so good? Above all, why did it feel so right? Like she was meant to be there, like she was always fated to become that massive and imposing. It wasn’t a transformation, but a revelation of sorts, simply showing to the world what had always been there, hidden in plain sight behind a flimsy disguise of weakness and fragility. That certainly sounded like her, even if it bore not even the slightest resemblance to what the vixen truly was… but who was counting? Who would even care by the end, when her body became something of true beauty, looming over the landscape like some sort of musclebound goddess? Who would even give a passing thought to the old Nady, who was so feeble and pathetic that she sometimes had issues picking up cardboard boxes of office supplies? That vixen was long gone now, buried deep within a body that was truly glorious, a work of art that she herself had sculpted through hard work, dedication and an impressively deep understanding of genetics. In fact, Nady’s awareness of her situation seemed to be growing at about the same rhythm as her body was, to the point where the vixen began to seriously wonder whether or not her pleasure receptors were shot; she still felt it, still had that screaming voice in her head letting her know that what she was going through was the absolute best thing she’d ever experienced in her life bar none, but there was a certain degree of… clarity. A self-awareness that Nady hadn’t felt before, a perfect understanding of what her body was, how it operated and how its internal processes functioned, down to the most minute detail, to the tiniest, most fundamental building blocks of her self.

The bases.

If anyone had told her just a couple of hours prior that she’d be modifying her genetic code on the fly through sheer force of will, Nady would’ve smacked them across the back of the head and then blow onto her hand after realizing the impact did more damage to her than the other person. Now though, it felt like a perfectly normal thing to do; she could feel it all, down to each individual helix, and seeing as this world was now hers by right, it was only natural she could demand her body obey her as well as everyone else ought to. Really, the building crumbling around her as the vixen’s head broke through the ceiling and the rest of her bulky frame exploded outwards with newfound size was just a formality; she was already aware that it was going to happen, so might as well get it done and over with before moving onto the real order of business.

Seeing all the little ones scurrying around her as she tore through the large building her lab was in made the experience so much better than it already was that Nady couldn’t avoid it: one of her hands practically flew to between her legs, only to find that her lower mound, too, had taken a cue from the rest of her and began to expand outwards, giving her an ample target to sink her hands into and pleasure herself with abandon. It was gushing almost as hard as her breasts were, making an absolute mess of everything beneath her just as her bust turned the parking lot into an outdoor pool. Screaming erupted from the crowd, a few still tumbling down her frame and onto the ground, hoping to get as far away as they could while it was still possible. This was nothing but a fool’s errand; the only reason the vixen wasn’t already the size she wanted to be was purely because she wanted to enjoy the ride there, rather than skip to the end.

The sight of the ground itself cracking underneath her mounting weight gave her a level of strength Nady didn’t think was possible. It was fuel to her, to know that her body was heavy enough that the planet couldn’t take it anymore, that her bulk was approaching a level that bordered on the utterly unreasonable. She could barely move her arms anymore, the piles upon piles of tight musculature being simply too large for her to do so, only able to rub them against one another… inadvertently arousing her even further and leading to more bulking up on her part. It was now a cycle, though arguably not a vicious one given how much she was enjoying it, a cycle that made her ever larger, ever taller, ever wider, ever bigger, until the buildings around her, once so imposing, were now little more than toys for her to pick up and do with them as she pleased. Still, the vixen tried her best not to destroy too much property; there were still people in there, and they deserved to be given some time to try and escape from her ascension, even if it was ultimately pointless for them to try. They could run for a mile and Nady could grow three more, burying them underneath vixen muscle while still managing to flood every town in an ever greater radius. By then, there were already people beyond the horizon complaining about the oddly thick and creamy rain, the answers to their questions appearing a few seconds later as they saw the green goddess appearing out the corner of their eyes, right before she turned into the landscape, rather than simply dominating it.

In truth, the vixen wanted to have dragged the transformation out for as long as she could, but the raw, unadulterated pleasure that came with turning into a giantess was simply too much for her to power through. Perhaps, if she had prepared better, her mind would be ready for that kind of assault; as it turned out, and despite her sincere belief that she was worthy of the title of goddess, it appeared that even someone as magnificent as her had their limits. Intellectual ability only went so far when one’s brain is assaulted from every direction by an insatiable desire to grow ever larger, and the vixen was most certainly being hit hard by that thought, every second of every minute she spent not being the biggest she could possibly be. Her DNA was torn apart and reconstituted at the molecular level, Nady’s brain ensuring that the hyper genes were both activated and made to manifest as much as they biologically could. This was no longer her stretching her limits, but finding them; theoretically, all she was doing was allowing the genetic sequences that created hypers to do what they were meant to do, so if what they did was turn her into a colossus of unimaginable proportions, then surely that was just something they were supposed to be doing to begin with. It’s just that, until then, no one had developed the technology or know-how required to truly exploit the gene’s potential like she had; therefore, it was only right that she alone stood atop the podium as the victor in that unseen contest.

A victor that everyone would be able to see… or at least everyone in the hemisphere she was on, at least. Nady only barely noticed the top of her head breaking through multiple cloud layers before growing colder, the atmosphere no longer an issue for her after she changed her body so that it may rely entirely on sunlight (even if she had no clue how she did that); after a while, most of her wasn’t even confined to that thin layer of gas, instead being proudly on display for anyone on her half of the world to see if they bothered to look up. Geography was altered underneath her body, the planet just barely holding onto itself as her weight continued to increase, the streams of milk being jettisoned from her teats carrying enough velocity to escape into orbit, creating a ring of creamy white that grew thicker by the minute. Her claws dug deep trenches into the continents beneath her, earthquakes triggered whenever Nady adjusted her seat or happened to bring her hands down anywhere. Touching the ocean, even as gently as she could, was a recipe for disaster, creating tidal waves of proportions that still seemed incomprehensibly tiny compared to her. Nady wanted to lay back and “appreciate” herself, but knew that doing so would lead to the collapse of at least a couple of mountain ranges.

Which was honestly more than enough to get her gushing downstairs again,

She wasn’t complete yet; the planet was still bigger than her. However, this… transformation, this ascension? It was a good first step! Nady could lord over anyone around her if she so desired and, if need be, she could jettison herself into orbit. Really, growing even larger was itself a formality at that point, as her superiority was clearly achieved and amply demonstrated.

But a formality that had to be done nonetheless.