Bottoms Up (Commission for Kobuldstuff)

“And you’re saying this potion will make me bigger, then?”

Wouldn’t be the first time Maza heard someone promise that, only for the product they peddled to turn out to be complete rubbish. She was used to disappointment on that end, and yet continued to find new and interesting reasons to be disappointed when she inevitably bought new samples or was swindled into purchasing something she should know better than to trust. For the kobold it had become somewhat of an obsession, something she was as capable of resisting as the simple act of breathing; growing out a curvier, thicker body was paramount.

She had that goal for years now, and it partly motivated her decision to become an adventuress-for-hire in the first place. Maza was already significantly more voluptuous than most others of her race, and not just below the waist; her rotund rear was complemented by a perfectly shapely pair of breasts that took up a significant chunk of her chest, a set of tits she was very proud of. But a lifetime of being exposed to bigger role models thanks to her frequent travels, as well as her chosen career putting her in a place where she could find those more easily, had left Maza with a desire for more that, try as she might, she couldn’t quench; much as the ‘bold knew it was better for her to let go of her dream and try and be happy with what she had, there was something else constantly telling her that such an attitude was, to put it mildly, complete horsecrap. She was going to be bigger, and she would go through every damn potion seller in the land if she needed to in order to make it happen.

All of this had led to her visiting her current salesman of dubious alchemical products. The wizened old elf kept his shop in one of the dingiest parts of the city of Starna, somewhere beyond where everyone was too afraid to go. It was highly doubtful he got any kind of clientele that wasn’t involved in at least three racketeering schemes or happened to be on the run from the local guard, which made the tip she got be even more suspicious than usual; surely, of all the people that could ever help her, this one would never be anywhere near the list at all. And yet, when she walked in, the kobold didn’t see an endless series of explosives or liquified hexes; there were plenty of purported intellectual enhancements being marketed to “locksmith experts” and “alternative revenue collectors”, which meant exactly what one presumed it did, but a significant portion of the stock was actually dedicated to bodily transfiguration draughts.

Changing one’s physical shape through alchemy was always a risky procedure, but there was no end to potion masters who sought to perfect their art to the point where they could mass market just that kind of product. The results were nearly universally temporary, and even when they weren’t still had a tendency to be less than stellar; hence Maza’s healthy skepticism when the store’s owner told her that the potion he suggested would make her bigger. Not bigger in any specific way, just… bigger. It was vague enough that it wouldn’t be false advertisement if she just grew an extra inch, but not too specific that she was eager to actually take the risk; not until the elf proposed she use a recovery charm on her payment, conditional with her personal satisfaction with the product. The generosity was suspicious, but Maza took the bait anyway, dropping a bag full of coins and walking out of the store, half-expecting the façade to vanish behind her the moment she turned around.

It didn’t. Even weirder.

The light blue liquid looked like the kind of thing she used to see in large laundry operations, and honestly only needed soapy bubbles before being identical. It tasted just as terribly as well, with the ‘bold needing to physically push down her gag reflex just to keep the liquid inside of her. It left her feeling queasy, uncomfortably hot, and perhaps most importantly, unnaturally tight all over. It was like she was flexing constantly, except without any kind of effort; after the initial shock wore off it actually felt sort of pleasant, at least enough to counteract the potion’s other effects.

Trying to walk was a mistake, and Maza very nearly fell head-first onto the ground. Having not taken a step since downing the potion, she somehow missed the fact that all the blood previously in her skull decided to take a trip downwards, leaving her so woozy and lightheaded that the world was starting to look like it had tripled up and started to dance before her very eyes; only the timely intervention of her sword being (quite inappropriately) used as a walking stick prevented her from splattering over the mud, and even then she could barely walk at all. The blade was starting to bend from all the stress being placed on it, but Maza couldn’t care less; the sudden lack of coordination and her extreme difficulty in keeping her mind focused were far more important concerns to her at that moment. Was she just drugged? Was the whole “potion seller” thing really just a scam in and of itself, and she’d wake up several hours later completely naked and with a note apologizing for having made off with her equipment? It wouldn’t be the first time that happened, but it would be the first where she willingly dosed herself up on a sleeping agent.

It wasn’t meant to be, though; the effects of the soporific never grew more powerful than the initial impact, and after a couple of minutes of heavy breathing the kobold was ready to go back to action… which in that case meant turning around and demanding some explanations out of the charlatan who almost made her throw up her lunch. It was only then that Maza noticed her sword was gone, or rather, it was no longer held in her hand. The ‘bold had to turn in her spot a few times before noticing that it was technically still there, albeit attached to her arm; closer inspection revealed that the hilt was somehow inside of her scales, as if it had melted into her and became part of her flesh, with the rest of it quickly following suit. She yelped in surprise, waving her arm around and trying to shake it off, but to no avail; the blade slowly but inexorably disappeared into her, consumed by her scales… and yet not really showing up again. Maza would’ve expected it to have its pointy end bulge out near her shoulder or something, but instead it had simply vanished from sight, leaving her to touch the “affected” area with equal parts concern and utter confusion.

A few moments later she got her answer, when the previously soft skin began to harden underneath her fingers. Where once she could press down with her thumb was now a rock-solid surface, her brown scales hardening until they began sounding oddly… metallic. It was only after knocking on it with her knuckles that the kobold realized just what had happened: somehow, her body had assimilated the sword and turned its blade into some sort of organic plating, with most of her right arm now covered by this mysterious, hardened surface, leaving only the joints as soft as they were before. What’s more, bringing her right hand to her left arm revealed that the transformation was beginning to spread in that direction as well, and after a few more minutes of frantically exploring herself, Maza soon found out that most of her scales were becoming as tough as steel right underneath her touch.

This was obviously the work of the potion, but while it was working in a way entirely unlike what was advertised, the ‘bold couldn’t help but admit that was actually a welcome addition to her arsenal. Swords could always be replaced; hell, the one her body just ate up was barely three months old. But having a suit of armour that weighed next to nothing and yet seemed more than capable of withstanding blows about as well as plate or mail, doubly so one that wouldn’t need any kind of maintenance whatsoever? That’s the kind of thing money couldn’t buy!

She was still miffed at the lack of warning, and was about to turn around to demand some satisfaction when she heard footsteps in the mud quickly approaching her location. From the sound of it, someone was running towards her, and a cloaked figure carrying a large bag was revealed after it burst out of an alleyway. They were being followed by two lightly-armed guards, shouting after them and demanding they stop; considering the kind of glinting gold falling out of that bag of theirs, it was obvious that person was a thief, and Maza was in the perfect position to intercept.

What should’ve been an easy grab for an easier reward took a turn for the weird the moment the kobold laid hands on the man. He clearly wasn’t expecting her to actually do anything about him, hence the complete lack of a dodge attempt, leaving him to practically trip over himself at the very last minute to try and get away from Maza… who just politely sidestepped with one leg outstretched and had the man fall flat on his face, bag of stolen goods flying a couple of feet in the air before spilling its goods all over the ground. Feeling it to be an entirely natural course of events, the ‘bold grabbed the man by the scruff of the neck… and then had to flinch when she felt something hit her with immense force.

The downed thief writhed in obvious discomfort as their clothes grew looser upon their frame with each passing second, and Maza was left wondering if she had somehow triggered some kind of odd escape spell. It wasn’t until her own body began to change that she understood the true ramifications of both the potion and the sudden sword disappearance: the man she tripped wasn’t vanishing, he was being absorbed. 

Poor Maza pleaded with her gods for the process not to be fatal, and much to her delight it seemed to stop just short of doing any permanent damage. The poor man was clearly emaciated and needed help from the guards just to get back on his feet, but at least he was alive and could recover; meanwhile, her own frame had bulged out in every direction, several inches added to her height and curves, leaving her feeling both tremendously satisfied and also utterly terrified at the implications. Her bra straps were digging into her scales and the loincloth she wore was quickly becoming obsolete, to say nothing of how the ever-present feeling of tightness was just getting worse right after it started to vanish into the back of her mind, the ‘bold’s body demanding she feed upon another victim to satiate its own growing lust for size.

Maza didn’t know what to do or say; if the two guardsmen noticed her sudden spurt they didn’t say anything to that regard, leaving her wondering if the whole encounter hadn’t been completely imagined and she was just having a very vivid hallucination after drinking a tainted potion. It took until she returned to the main avenues, all thought of returning to the shop somehow poofing out of her head, for Maza to get some confirmation that it wasn’t just her imagining things; multiple passers-by were eyeing her nervously and a few made comments towards how inappropriately she was dressed. It was a relief, knowing her overspill and muffin-topping wasn’t just in her head; but it also brought with it a few extra concerns that Maza didn’t quite know what to do with.

She had the power to drain others for their mass, ok. That was a thing, and stranger spells had been cast in the past… but what was she to do with it? Was it permanent? Would it wear off as soon as the potion was cleared from her system? If so, shouldn’t she be making the best out of the situation and grabbing as many wrongdoers as she could in order to take back from them what they metaphorically took from others, or whatever else her mind was telling her made sense?

Yes. Yes she should.

Maza didn’t even realize how warped her thought process was when she reached that conclusion; to the kobold it now made perfect sense to go around stealing people’s size to add to her own. She was already approaching five feet in height, giving her an unprecedented new perspective on the world, and she wanted more; and wouldn’t she know it, an opportunity was just around the corner.

A brawl had broken out between a few people over something or other, with a group of guardsmen standing aside waiting for them to tire themselves out before intervening. It was standard procedure whenever they found themselves outnumbered, doubly so when the people responsible were very clearly dockworkers. For most, this meant that any kind of action taken to stop them would lead to a broken nose and a nearly ripped-out arm; for Maza, she saw nothing more than a group of ripe ruffians fresh out of a lifetime of bulking up, ready for her to pluck and devour to her heart’s content. Her newly-acquired predatory instincts kicked in when she strolled right into the middle of the fight against the protestations of the crowd, and grabbed onto as many people as she could.

The effects were immediate. Muscle mass dwindled and shrunk, heights were reduced, biceps deflated, strength sapped; the moment her hands touched bare skin, whoever happened to own it would undergo a terrifyingly effective energy transfer where most of their usable mass went straight to Maza, whose body was rapidly growing to become something more akin to an oversized lizard than the tiny ‘bold she used to be. The crowd took several steps back once her head began to poke out from the mess of fighters, her brazzer and loincloth snapping and leaving her fully exposed for the world to see. Her scales as well began to share in the bounty, growing resplendent and velvety smooth, all while the subdermal plates continued to grow to match her new form.

It wasn’t just height she was gaining; her proportions were being warped as well! Breasts began to swell far more than they should, hips flaring and ass fattening until her combat-honed figure grew plump and squishable, more akin to something one would see in a brothel than in a battlefield. Behind it, however, was still the keen mind of an experienced fighter, hence why the sudden appearance of a lot more flesh on her didn’t stop her in the slightest when it came to getting in the way of the rest of the brawlers. Five minutes was all it took for her to go from small enough to blend into the group, to so tall and enormous that the guardsmen were running for reinforcements.

Maza quite liked having that reaction on people; after a lifetime of being looked at as some kind of shortstack oddity, being able to truly inspire awe in those around her made for a wonderful sensation of power that, truth be told, she was enjoying far more than she thought she would. The idea of going back to the potion seller and demanding some explanation from him vanished from her mind as quickly as the mass disappeared from the bodies of the brawlers, and now she wanted more.

The guardsmen returned after just a few minutes, during which the ‘bold got to show off for everyone around her. The few people who didn’t run away the moment they saw disaster coming seemed to be enthralled by the very sight of her, and why shouldn’t they be? A bust that hung dangerously close to her waist complemented a firm, tight rear that nonetheless kept an unnatural amount of bounce, melding down into a pair of thighs so thick they could be mistaken for tree trunks; strong as them, as well! Contrary to what she thought, the sudden absorption of mass hadn’t turned her into a softy, instead adding even more to her already-defined physique and leaving her body a perfectly sculpted edifice of musculature the likes of which even half-giants would be jealous of. But why settle for half when she could beat out the real deal? It almost felt like a crime not to explore her new powers to the best of her ability, especially now that she had such a willing crowd ready and waiting to provide all the “fuel” she could ever need.

Maza didn’t know how she knew, but it just made sense in her head; the ‘bold snapped her fingers and welcomed the worship of those around her, allowing them to gift her the only thing of value they had: themselves. She felt different somehow, more in control; it wasn’t until the first person collapsed that Maza realized the willing donations could break through the limit that her outright theft couldn’t, and a few of her supplicants were very nearly expiring just so they could make her bigger! She couldn’t deny that it was oddly flattering, in its own “unique” way, but still had no intention of actually taking any lives that day; with another snap the flow was cut, her body once again isolated… but not unchanged.

Though most of the crowd had fled from her, there were still enough people left that the next stage in her ascension left her even more colossal than after she broke up the fight. Now edging out at nearly ten feet in height, the kobold could barely move at all without making a racket; be it her asscheeks clapping powerfully against one another, somehow aided by the subdermal plates she developed, or her practically knee-length breasts sloshing as much as a water tank in a storm, the air was filled by the sounds of Maza, admiring her own form in much the same way one would appreciate a fine work of art. It was amazing how much her physique was only being accentuated by the sudden additions; she expected to go rounder at some point, but those muscles of hers just kept glistening even harder, their shape set even heavier than before!

Wasn’t the only thing with extra weight either; it came as a surprise to her, but her slit wasn’t alone down there between her increasingly-thick legs. It was only apparent when she tried to walk and suddenly noticed something getting in the way that hadn’t been there before, and a few seconds and a glance downwards later, Maza practically shrieked when she saw she had developed a cock and a pair of balls, the latter of which had somehow inherited the same kind of colouring and covering as the rest of her. The scales on those things were being stretched out immensely as the two orbs grew into place… or rather, filled into place; it was quite obvious they were very productive, if not for their weight then for how much her new shaft was already leaking all over the place. By the time it stabilized it was thicker than her arms and about as long as her torso, providing her with the best tool for the job for what came next: the titfuck.

Never in her life did Maza think she’d be able to give one of those to herself, but there she had it. In the middle of the street, with no one left to stop her, the ten-foot giantess dropped on her knees and then fell backwards, shaking the ground itself when her form collapsed, the ‘bold far too busy wrapping her tits around her new length to really care about how much it hurt. It left her face and neck covered in thick seed, its strong scent filling her nostrils until there was nothing left in the world, but rather than succumb to the allure of being able to drink her fill from herself, the experience instead posed a question to Maza: if this, then why not more?

It was a simple question with an equally simple answer: yes. If she got there already there was no reason not to continue stretching her limits until they finally broke. The potion was bound to stop working eventually, and the moment it did her fun would be over; seeing as brewing a new one for her size would take a significant amount of time, the ‘bold figured it was a good idea to make good use of it while she could. And wouldn’t she know it, a group of eager volunteers had arrived! The mob of guardsmen were descending on her location from up the main road, the few at the front stopping as soon as they saw the utter mess Maza had just made. Many were so dumbstruck by the sight that they dropped their weapons, and the one person in charge, a very large orc, was openly questioning what exactly they were supposed to do with her; she had helped them break up a fight, after all.

A poor idiot at the back suggested they should take her in via the use of ropes; tie her up and then drag the ‘bold to the barracks. Precisely no one paid attention to him, but to the kobold it was the perfect excuse to do something about that problem. Rolling onto her feet, Maza loomed over the fifty or so would-be jailors and snapped her fingers; immediately all of them began to groan as their very strength was sapped from them, though a minority had those sounds turn to moans once they saw what the process was doing to their assailant’s body.

Now faced with a feast of untold proportions, fifty very well-built soldiers with both ample experience and body mass, it was natural that Maza develop her body into something akin to a miniature goddess; fifteen feet were easily reached, then twenty and even more, her body widening almost as much as it was gaining height, muscles building onto muscles as her bulbous frame rippled and thickened with each ounce of weight stolen from the large group beneath her. The ‘bold’s arms and legs were covered in throbbing, pulsating veins, bulging out from within and giving her the appearance of some sort of monstrous fighter… if not for her assets deciding to take the lion’s share of the stolen mass. 

If her height and musculature were impressive then her tits alone would make them look truly insignificant. They burgeoned with enough size to leave two massive holes on the ground once they impacted it, widening them and leaving long tracks when they exploded outwards. Her ass grew to become its very own seat, leaving Maza at a point where all she had to do was bend her legs somewhat and enjoy the couch she built for herself. The less said about her legs the better; lesser men would lose their minds at the mere sight of those things, let alone the touch, though they did complement the sudden burst in size that her cock went through; damn thing very nearly knocked her on the chin when she wasn’t paying attention, powering upwards until its tip was above Maza’s head, perfect symmetry for the nuts beneath it, both of which were now dragging along the ground from how full they were. The kobold, if that could even be said to be her species anymore, let loose a terrifyingly powerful roar once the influx of stolen size stopped, a sound that the whole city heard… and felt.

It wasn’t just powerful enough to shatter glass and dislodge doors from their hinges, but so strong as to relieve people of the burden of their own bodies. Whatever the potion was, it seemingly granted her the power to demand tribute from those around her through intent alone; the moment anyone heard her roar of dominance they could immediately feel themselves growing smaller and meeker, their very forms giving themselves up for the sake of the burgeoning goddess near the city center. Maza, for her part, wasn’t even aware of this… not until the first wave hit her square in the everything.

It was heaven and bliss all wrapped up into one, the best experience one could ever dream of magnified a thousandfold and then made into something even better. Each person was now little more than a snack for her, but there were a lot of snacks to go around in a city that large; they added up, whether or not they liked it themselves. For the ‘bold it turned what would’ve been a long, drawn-out process into a bountiful repast, one she could gorge herself on without a care in the world… a world that would soon be hers by the looks of it.

Much as Maza liked to think she was in control, the reality of it was that even her body had its limits; she could only grow her tits out to a certain point before they became too big for her torso to hold onto… which obviously meant that all the excedent had to go towards creating a brand new pair! They were tiny nubs at first, forming just beneath the original row, but quickly rose to become just as massive as her other breasts, enough that poor Maza was left practically immobilized by her colossal bosoms. The only thing helping her move was her ass, now gigantic to the point where it almost grazed against the ground even when her legs were perfectly straight, providing the best counterbalance for the sudden weight shift on her chest.

Down below, those nuts anchoring her to the floor decided to go the same route as her chest, dividing themselves into four, while a second cock grew in just below the first one. It was oddly appropriate given the new additions to her bust; two pairs of tits, two dicks and two simultaneous titfucks for her mind to contend with. What amazed her was how much she wasn’t losing her mind; the ‘bold would’ve assumed this sort of assault on her senses would leave her unable to process even the simplest thoughts, and yet she was possessed of a level of clarity she never had before in her life. Perhaps it was because this transformation was her destiny, and she was fated to become the largest, most powerful kobold in existence, a veritable goddess of her kind; made as much sense as anything else that happened that day.

Her body seemed to agree, as it suddenly shot up and out in every direction, “fixing” her problems with proportions by simply making her truly gigantic, enough that a single footfall could wipe out entire chunks of the city without her even noticing. Everything below her had turned into a churned mess of mud and debris, whatever buildings had been there long-since vaporized by the sudden ascension of the previously-diminutive ‘bold. Clouds of dust gathered around her as she shot past fifty feet, sixty feet, seventy-five! The city grew more and more distant as she continued to grow, continued to push the boundaries of what was decent or sensical, until nothing was left but herself, the ruins of the once-proud Starna and the drained, disheveled pseudo-husks of its population. That no one was killed in her ascension was less a miracle and more an affirmation of her own power; of course no one died, she had willed it so it wouldn’t happen!

Still, the sudden burst of height was enough to get her properly mobile again. It adjusted her so that her lowermost pair of breasts were merely a few feet off the ground, while the four nuts she was dragging behind her were only slightly inconvenient to pull whenever she took a step. The two concurrent titfucks were going to be a slight issue, but she was reasonably certain she could power through the sensations without completely losing her mind; hardly worthy of a goddess not to be able to do that, after all. It also gave her the best vantage point to admire herself from, being able to swivel around and get a good view of every last bit of her curves, her hands flying from place to place, creating strong gusts of wind whenever she wasn’t careful.

Her scales were still rock-solid, the armour plates having expanded to cover pretty much every inch of her, tits and balls included somehow, and yet she still maintained an impossible amount of squish to her more sensitive bits. Truly, if she ever found anyone of her size, they would be able to lose themselves in exploring her form for days on end… right before she took from them everything and left them as much of a tiny little thing as the citizens of the former city around her; there could be no other like her, that much she decreed.

And if that was true…

She set her eyes on the horizon. The potion seller was probably caught in her growthsplosion, but that hardly fixed the issue of the potion itself being possible to make; and if that elf could do it, then certainly someone else could too. And if that was true, then it stood to reason that somewhere, out there, in the wide world, there was at least one other person who might have the same idea she did, someone who might give her a run for her money in the whole “ascending to godhood” business. Assuming all of this held true, then there was only one way she could ever fix it and ensure her superiority: proactivity.

At her size, moving from one city to the next wouldn’t take a long time, doubly so considering she could easily absorb villages and towns along the way, making the trip take even less time as her steps grew to become truly titanic in breadth. Luckily for her, Starna was the last big stop before the capital, and if there was anything she could ever qualify as a meal rather than just a morsel at her stage, it was that.

The ‘bold was licking her lips all the way over, the landscape she left behind her being one of complete desolation. Whole population centers left to rot and practically wiped off the map, their population reduced to shrivelled skin on bones begging for her to take them with her on her journey to the capital. Maza didn’t quite care for their fate; she could feel the million-plus souls waiting for her at her destination, and though the ‘bold honestly thought she could hold it in her until she got close enough… she couldn’t. Maza broke into a spring, breaking the ground and leaving either craters or canyons wherever her feet landed, everything behind her turned into a long, quad-nut-sized trail of devastation several dozen feet deep. The roar she let loose had been building up in her throat for goodness knows how long, and if she didn’t let it out now then she might very well explode!

The sound created a shockwave so powerful that the outer walls of the city, a good ten or so miles off, completely shattered, the guards stationed on them frantically trying to escape before they collapsed entirely from the cracks. They barely got halfway down the stairs before the draining process began, tripping over one another in their desperate attempt to outrun whatever was causing the sudden destruction. They called out for help, trying to alert everyone of the magical assault, but it was too late.

Maza no longer needed to walk, though given her size it still took a good half a mile before her momentum died off. Not that she was counting; the ‘bold was slightly too busy basking in the glory that was her new body, engorged by the mass stolen from over a million sentients all tightly packed in one dish for her savouring. It was so excessive and overindulgent that it began to spill over too; the giantess couldn’t just keep quiet, and her throat rumbled with scream after scream of pure bliss, her voice breaking in half again and again as she begged for more, always more, for it never to stop! Her demands travelled far and wide, reaching a great many ears that could do nothing but obey; soon it wasn’t just the capital or the towns leading back to Starna, but the whole kingdom and its outlying duchies, every settlement, every population center, any person that happened to exist. If they were there, they were to give themselves up to her, their new goddess, that she may become everything she could ever be.

Soon enough it was her weight alone causing her to break through the planet’s crust, her claws digging enormous grooves into its surface simply from her growing bigger; terrifyingly massive craters were created from her weight alone, deep enough that even Maza had trouble getting out of them… so she just kicked the dirt she was entombed in, leaving behind titanic holes and gashes wherever she walked, quite literally altering the very geography of the planet itself. Wouldn’t take long for her head to begin grazing the lower atmosphere either; with so many people affected by her constant roaring, it was no surprise she would just never stop growing. Her demands would grow louder and louder until everyone could hear them, at which point she would truly be the uncontested ruler of the whole world, even if she had to destroy a large chunk of it to prove that point.

A third pair of breasts joined with the other two, the whole set filling up so quickly that even the mass being added to it meant nothing compared to their milky production. Rivers of thick cream protruded from her teats, each mound growing so heavy that the ‘bold was forced to stop and lean forward, unable to take another step without destroying her back in the process. Her ass and thighs followed suit, burying her in plush from a second direction entirely, while the six nuts she sported between her legs became country-sized cum factories, each pair servicing one of her three gigantic rods, all of which had found a home within her cleavages. Simply heaving her weight forward was enough to cause so much rubbing between her many parts that she blanked out entirely, and her ascension wasn’t even done yet!

The clouds parted, giving way to a darker and darker sky as Maza approached the final boundary before the wide-open cosmos. The kobold had never thought she’d ever go that far, but her life had been full of surprises before… so why not embrace that one as well? It almost seemed natural to just hop off the planet after a while, giving it a gentle push and ending up floating alongside it, her own body almost as big as that sphere was. She quickly identified the last few holdouts that hadn’t yet given up their mass to her, at which point her dominance over her homeworld was achieved. If anyone dared to come close to her domain they would see her, in her full glory, each breast now as large as the planet she left behind, each cock producing a steady stream of cum that formed entire rings around her. They would know that this was her backyard, and would know to back off before she did to them what she did to everyone else.

Which just posed the same question again: what was stopping someone else, elsewhere in that massive universe, from developing the same potion as the one that brought her that far? Nothing, that’s what; and that was a terrifying realization. Maybe somewhere there was already someone who was bigger than her. Someone who’d had that thought before she did and got a leg-up in becoming the true goddess of that reality; in fact, she was sure of it.

So sure, in fact, that her former homeworld began to look like quite a delicious snack rather than the pearl in her necklace she just saw it as. It’d be a sacrifice, but one she had to take in order to achieve true perfection.

Divinity.