Overindulgence - Part 2 (Commission for Caberea/Cyanside)

It was only after fully processing the four people he had all-but hypnotized into following him that Cab stopped to think that maybe it was a bad idea to get rid of the only people who could ever help him get away from the facility in the state he was in, at least in a way where he wouldn’t immediately be led in shackles to the nearest prison. With their bodies turned to breastflesh, and enough of it to have broken through the former containment tanks for the gel, there wasn’t a lot the dragon could do to even move.

Funnily enough, he actually found the situation to be incredibly hilarious, in a dark way at least; there he was, stuck by the same thing he had lusted over all those years, still wanting more and unable to get it precisely because he already had it. He’d laugh about it if it weren’t so dreadfully irritating, leaving him in a confused state where one emotion overtook another in a manner of seconds and nothing really made sense. He wanted to be mad at himself for acting so rashly, but at the same time needed to celebrate his excess by rubbing his massive bosom until the cows came home. The dragon wanted to be angry about the missed opportunity, but simultaneously desired to appreciate what he already had. In the end, the desire for more would inevitably win, but it was the way in which he got there that would make all the difference in the world.

For Caberea, it was a battle he didn’t want to fight; better that his brain made that decision all on its own while he had his fun, but he knew that just wasn’t how things worked. Whatever he did, it would have to be his own decision, his own call, and even though he found that to be a waste of his time, he had to spend a few minutes coming up with some way of leaving the compound without alerting the authorities.

To that end, he had to figure out how to make himself mobile again. Flying was out of the question, as was dragging his body anywhere; he was effectively stuck on top of his breasts and unable to go anywhere, meaning that any plan he might’ve made up to run away was scrapped before it had a chance of being formed. The only way out of that facility involved either making his tits mobile or, heavens above, smaller. The mere thought of shrinking was enough to bring shivers to Cab’s spine, but as he kept failing to come up with any alternatives, it was looking like the only realistic solution.

Now, this wasn’t all bad; just because he had to make his bosom more portable didn’t necessarily mean the transformation would have to be permanent; it was just the thought of enduring a smaller size than what he had for even the tiniest sliver of time that made him practically retch, as every single inch won, either through gel-rubbing or outright theft, was one he refused to yield. A million different ideas coursed through his head, but inevitably, the first one had to be the victor.

He didn’t want to do it, especially since it would require him looking as his breasts lost their immense vastness; concentration and visual reference were necessary, neither of which would make his loss any more bearable (quite the contrary, in fact), and both would just turn an already unpleasant experience into something far worse than it had to be. But as the seconds ticked by, and the probability of someone running into him while he was helpless increased, especially with how much of a ruckus he had made before, his hand was forced.

The same magical powers that allowed him to directly siphon mass from his unwitting victims at first, and then just outright absorb them via his cleavage in the next, also gave him some freedom to, as he put it, “redistribute” his gains elsewhere on his body. Seeing as he had never indulged in the habit before, that particular aspect of his abilities was entirely untrained and untapped, leading Cab to wonder if it really wouldn’t be better if he j-no. No. He had to do it.

The dragon shook his head, trying to physically remove the doubt from inside of him and yet only succeeding in making himself dizzy. For him, there was only one way forward. Taking a few deep breaths, legs trembling slightly as they got ready to pull his full weight up once again, Cab allowed the flow of magic to take over his body, encircling and penetrating him until every inch of his form was suffused with the familiarly cool sensation of fullness that always came with using magic of that kind. His breasts were especially affected, giving him a certain measure of peace from the overbearing feeling of pressure and weight that had been hounding him since the consumption of his worshippers, even if what happened next came to ruin that beautiful figure entirely.

Caberea couldn’t break the laws of physics, at least not more than he already had. By shrinking himself enough so he could move, he had to move all of the excess mass somewhere. The only real variable was what that somewhere was; for more uninspired practitioners, they might think to use that gel vat itself, maybe come back at a later time or use a teleportation spell to bring it somewhere safe. But that would mean parting with the very thing he had worked so hard to get, and that just wouldn’t do; Cab knew he had to keep his stolen size to himself, with himself, even if it cost him the ability to move around effectively.

To that end, it was quite easy for him to start redirecting that extra mass to the rest of his body. For a few moments he considered the possibility of simply not growing taller or wider at all, instead merely shifting his breast weight onto his ass and thighs. However, as he tried to do just that and began feeling like he’d just become immobilized on two ends rather than one, the dragon quickly adapted to have his body grow just enough that he could still walk, even if the end result was still so exaggeratedly voluptuous as to be a stunning sight in its own right.

Contrary to what he initially thought, the sight of his tits shrinking that quickly wasn’t nearly as bad as he had expected, though that could mostly be attributed to how the rest of him was picking up in size at just the right rhythm for him to ignore his “loss” entirely. By the halfway point, he was easily nine feet tall and sporting a bottom half so amazingly thick and bouncy that the idea of outright keeping it became more than just fanciful fantasy; in fact, as he reached the end of what was supposed to be a transitory state, merely an emergency measure in between bouts of immense boob sizes, Cab grew fond of what he had turned himself into. Perhaps his growthlust had more facets to it than he imagined, or maybe his brain just didn’t know what to do with so many more sensory nerves overloading it, but the sight of himself at a proud fifteen feet in height, still managing to carry a pair of tits big enough to reach his knees while having his movement impeded by an ass and thighs wider than even those blimps were?

… well, Caberea just wasn’t that strong of a dragon.

Unfortunately for him, there was no time for self-exploration or mindless masturbation while he was still stuck inside the facility; and while his height wasn’t a problem in the storage warehouse he happened to be inside at the time, it would absolutely become one the moment he stepped outside.

No one he ever knew had ever been that big. Even the largest hypers that he recalled seeing kept themselves decent enough via the use of compressors or similarly-useful spells; it was common courtesy directed towards regularly-sized folk, not to mention making it easier on the overall infrastructure, but it was a practice the dragon had no intention of participating in. He worked hard for that size, and it wasn’t going to be anyone other than himself telling him he should be smaller.

And he’d never say something so dreadful to himself. Thus spoke Cab.

Therefore, it became necessary to make plans for the future. What would he do once outside? Who would he talk to? Would the police try to take him in, maybe slap a few compressors on his body to keep him from growing larger? Cab could hardly imagine the local authorities would just let him exist in that state, even if they really should, so it was important to make preparations for what would most likely turn into a nasty confrontation with the police or, gods forbid, the military, sent to capture the giant that was Caberea.

Of course, all of this was predicated on the assumption that Cab actually cared about anything that happened to him or anyone else around him after he broke through the walls, which he absolutely, positively did not; as the current draconic ruler of that city, a title he had bestowed upon himself the moment he realized his head was just a few inches away from the ceiling, there would be no stopping him, his hunger, his gluttony or any of his base, lizard-brain-fueled desires. Whatever he wished for, he would get, and if he didn’t… well, suffice to say that his cleavage would be getting a lot more visitors than it already had.

A cleavage that was, all things considered, still quite prodigious. His breasts retained the kind of bounce and minimal sag that gave them that perfectly natural look, even if they covered his entire body down to the knees and were about three times as wide as his torso was.

Each.

The same could be said for his significantly-improved rear, which packed so much delectably soft pudge into itself that any time Cab moved, it also decided to shake about and jiggle of its own accord, the rippling waves of fat only stopping long after the dragon himself did. With a pair of thighs even thicker than that monstrous ass was and a waist tiny enough to make his hips look structurally unstable, Caberea was ready to hit the down. Quite literally, as the case may be.

With no door even remotely able to service a body like his, there was but one thing Cab could do that would handle his needs for transportation and movement from place to place: busting down the nearest wall. Surprisingly, it was a lot easier than he thought it would be, courtesy of his body being so massive in the literal sense that even solid concrete was nothing more than a mere suggestion to him. Sure, a whole façade had to be collapsed and a significant chunk of the ceiling and roof went down with it, but at least he was free to head back to the city and continue his reign of benevolent non-terror.

For the rest of the chemical facility’s workers, what had been a perfectly normal day had just turned into a living nightmare, for some, or the literal embodiment of all their dreams for others. Regardless of which group any one person belonged to, their differences would soon be settled by the mere sight of Cab’s body; unbeknownst to the dragon himself, such rampant misuse of magic with a goal as greedy and self-absorbed as theirs was bound to have some side-effect, and if the same energies used for his acts of wanton gluttony couldn’t turn on him, they’d end up corrupted trying to do so. It was a curious phenomenon, and one which was rarely seen out in the wild, where a practitioner’s sheer willpower was enough to warp and distort the thaumic currents to the point where they began obeying their desires as opposed to any kind of universal need for balance.

What this meant, in practice, was complicated; while most of it was guided by Cab’s subconscious need to be worshipped and seen as an object of worship, there was a significant component that drew upon whatever he was thinking at that time, and it just so happened that the most prominent thought that his conscious self could perceive and mull over was his growing need for sustenance. Not food in the traditional sense, but something that could sate his special, more intimate kind of hunger, the same one that had led to him devouring four people in the crevice between his tits just minutes earlier. As a result, the confused, corrupted magical energies he had wielded to turn himself into that gigantic, obscene monstrosity of a busty dragon began to seep into the minds of those little ones that dared to stay close enough to them to be affected, doing some rearranging of its own.

At first, it was just a general inclination towards accepting that maybe, just maybe, someone as massive as Cab just wasn’t all that bad; this was simple for those that already shared a predilection for plus-sized individuals, but for the select few whose mentality had not quite adapted to the reality that was a world with Caberea in charge, it meant a more drastic set of changes was required in order to get them up to speed with the program. Bit by bit, their resistance to the concept was worn down and replaced with tacit acceptance, then welcoming enthusiasm, and finally rapturous joy at the prospect of not only being able to see someone like the dragon emerge before their very eyes, but also being just close enough to contribute to their budding ascension.

None of this was being directly controlled by the dragon, but rather was simply a manifestation of their desires being imposed onto the very structure of reality. With a presence as imposing as his, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that clearly, he had to be the one in charge; therefore, there was absolutely no protest or contrarianism at the prospect that they may be called up to serve in a much more direct way.

By this point, even Cab began to feel something was “wrong”, if that word was even applicable. As his mind expanded to affect that of the smaller ones around him, so too did their blind worship of his very existence come back to let him know something was trying to poke at him in ways he didn’t really have words to express. He could feel it in the back of his head, scratching at it, wanting to claw its way to the front, the unending choir that were the very desires and carnal wishes of the crowd gathering around him. For a moment he felt like he was going to faint, overwhelmed as he was by the influx of thoughts and ideas pouring into his mind like a waterfall, running his cup over and carrying on until the gush of water was spilling over the table.  As soon as that moment was over, however…

There was a lot to be said about divinity and godhood, a lot of words that could be spent describing what it felt like, or what secrets it unlocked. Caberea possessed none of the vocabulary required to properly express what it was his mind was going through, but he did know, instinctually, that whatever it was he was becoming, it was something greater than what he had been before. If his instinct to rule over the city had been driven mostly by his need and greed regarding size and titty weight beforehand, now it reached a certain level of righteousness and certainty that made the dragon wonder just what exactly his plane in the Great Chain was.

It was no longer a matter of whether or not he deserved it or a distinction on if he needed or deserved it. Such concerns were petty, beneath someone like himself, who had ascended beyond the simple morality of mortals and become something far greater than even the biggest of hypers could ever hope to become. Maybe it was all the corrupted magic ruining his perception of the world, but Cab knew that he was destined to take everything for himself, even if he had to compete with others for overall size.

At the time, at least.

Truth of the matter was, godhood was not a matter of girth, but attitude; what did it matter that there might be hypers out there that, decompressed, were far larger than him? With a flick of his his wrist and a snap of his fingers, all of that mass would be drained straight into him without them having a moment to wonder what was happening to their body, and that’s if Cab didn’t decide to grant them a far more twisted end at the hands of his bosom. Like he did with the factory workers!

With their bodies being as insignificant as they were compared to the dragon’s full frame, it was no surprise then that all Caberea needed to do was kneel down for all of those pathetic creatures to start climbing onto his chest, frantically searching for any opportunity they had to add themselves onto their new god’s body. The gesture, though redundant, was appreciated, and thus Cab resolved to stay there for as long as it took for the many, many dozens of employees to find their way onto, and then into, his bust.

Now, he had expected such an act to have drastic consequences on himself, but it seemed that even a mind as up on the ranks as his could seriously miscalculate just what a couple hundred fully grown adults would to to a pair of mounds already as colossal as the ones he had on him. Truthfully, Cab had never been that good at math before, so spherical geometry wasn’t exactly his strong suit; still, one would’ve expected a creature as perfect as them to understand the full ramifications of what they had just invited upon themselves.

But no; the ensuing growth spurt came as a complete surprise to the dragon, whose cheeks returned to their bright red once the first ten or so workers were assimilated into the tight confines of his red-hot cleavage. He could hear his own tits groaning and creaking, first softly and then louder and louder with each addition, as they attempted to make sense of what was happening with them. His scales began to stretch, patches of them being separated and surrounded with smooth skin before tightening back up, while his bust grew large enough to dwarf even the dragon’s whole body! By the time he was finished reprocessing all of the eager volunteers into more pudge for his breasts, they were so unbelievably massive compared to the rest of him that it made his size back in the holding tank look downright modest by comparison. Most of the facility’s outside section had been bulldozed and a significant chunk of the parking lot had been unceremoniously flattened underneath the avalanche of breastflesh that Cab had unleashed, and the dragon once again found himself unable to move.

This was fine. It just meant that he could go through the same process all over again.

If it had been a difficult choice before, it certainly wasn’t so anymore; with the last time having been the inadvertent first step taken towards his new status as the divine ruler of whatever it was he saw, Caberea could only imagine what would happen to him after he turned all of that boob mass into more delicious, hand-filling dragon for everyone to enjoy. There was no math in the world that could be more alluring than that one, even if he was wholly unable to do the calculations himself; he simply chose to allow the currents of magic back into him and let instinct take the wheel.

Unfortunately, after taking out the many, many grounding rods that had at least allowed the corrupted energies to go somewhere that wasn’t him, there was no target left but the dragon himself. However, much as the ambient magical power attempted to enforce some level of balance, they would find their influence blocked by none other than Caberea himself, who in his glory had correctly deduced that the powers that be would try to keep him away from his well-earned reward, and had taken steps to prevent it. He might have been a poor practitioner before, but now he had the combined might of literally hundreds of people inside of him ready to be unleashed onto the world. And while that wouldn’t be enough to keep him going forever, it’d be sufficient to let him run on fumes until the next big top-up.

Which, given the state he was in, was going to be a large one.

As expected, the effects of transferring his new bosom back into himself were on a scale so ludicrous compared to what he had done before that even his new, sharpened mind could barely hold onto itself when it saw what it was doing to his body. Height was the principal vector through which this pleasure was delivered, with the ground getting further and further away by the second, allowing Cab to see just how towering he was. Scraping against the ceiling was one thing, being able to take up the entirety of the facility’s staff in his tits was another, but to actually see as even the building itself grew to become insignificant, as his head passed over the power lines feeding the compound and kept going, as a single one of his feet was enough to obliterate a substantial chunk of the whole complex?

Mortals would have their heads spin at a sight, and perhaps even lesser divinities would stop to think about what was happening to them. But not Cab; absolutely not Cab. To him, this was naught but confirmation of a truth he already held sacred and close to him, the knowledge that he and he alone had inherited that world for whatever he saw fit to do with it. That he would soon be competing with smaller skyscrapers was less of an achievement and more just an expression of a reality that had so far been unable to manifest itself, one that Caberea was more than happy to help come to fruition through both his actions and those of the little ones around him.

But enough philosophizing, it was time to put the rest of that mass to good use.

The dragon briefly considered whether or not he should keep his bosom to the same proportions as it had been when he burst out of the storage room, before he had the pleasure of ascending via the generous contributions of all the chemical plant’s workers. They were quite the sight already as they were, immense and body-obscuring; plus, it meant he could have a certain level of consistency in his mad dash to greater and unthinkable heights, allowing him to imprint a specific image into the mind’s eye of all of his future worshippers. It was an appealing prospect, he had to admit that to himself; a pair of tits the size of him with an ass and thighs to match, ready to wobble their way through a city and reduce it to rubble with very little care or worry? A body that was, in its entirety, both a work of art and the very definition of obscene self-indulgence? That much was something he could never have hoped to gain, and yet now was just as easy for him to achieve as breathing or squeezing the lifeforce out of anyone in front of him.

On the other hand, it was also entirely possible for him to start focusing on what brought him there in the first place; the mass transferral was only ever a compromise for the sake of mobility, after all, not exactly a part of his plan. Though it was admittedly far more pleasurable than Caberea could’ve expected it to be, fact of the matter was that the durg wasn’t at all interested in anything below the waist. The main concern for him was being able to remain mobile, and even then that was merely an expression for his need for scaling; if he couldn’t move, then he couldn’t find more sources of mass, and no sources of mass meant no more growing. And that was unacceptable.

A new compromise was quickly devised inside that head of his: nothing was stopping him from keeping his chest at a proportionally larger size than before while still diverting some of that stolen mass down to his rear and legs; it only meant that instead of having to physically push his tits out in front of him, drawing two colossal lines on the ground where his chest carved out a couple of small canyons as they ravaged the Earth itself, they would “merely” hang a foot or two off the dirt, which was honestly as far as he could take them without smushing against the planet. Much as he was a creature of utmost divinity and perfection, given his scale it became significantly harder to do anything in increments of inches.

Of course, even this newest balance could be abused to hell and back by someone who was gaining an ever-higher degree of control over their body. His breasts would be hanging close to the ground, yes, but they could be made to be impossibly perky as well, providing them with the lack of give required to truly bloat those puppies out, giving them both the overall shape of an artificial pair of saline-stuffed mounds while still maintaining enough of their natural look and feel that everyone would be able to tell at a glance that there wasn’t a single thing fake about those perfect spheres. “Unfortunately”, this did mean that Cab found it much harder to see where he was going, considering his breasts got in in the way and needed him to physically part his cleavage just to be able to look out in front of him, but the dragon soon realized that such an action was entirely unnecessary; he was their god, after all, and if the little ones down below didn’t get out the way fast enough, whose fault was it exactly? His, for exercising his right of control over everyone around him, or theirs, who refused to give to their divine overlord the right of way that was his and only his?

Besides, it was a quick and easy way to accrue more mass for himself, so he wasn’t going to complain.

Still, with so much of the stolen size still being kept in his bosom, it did make everything below the waist slightly more disappointing, at least comparatively; sure, he was still about twenty feet wide from one ass-cheek to the other, and somehow managed to keep his thighs just slightly wider than even that, to the point where he was unable to walk without rubbing them (and his significantly-sized package) against one another, but compared to the ample amounts of trunk junk the dragon had proudly displayed before, it might honestly be considered a downgrade of sorts.

Of course, any observer would be hard-pressed to care too much, given how his cock and balls were already dragging along the ground and leaving a colossal crater whenever Cab moved, therefore diverting attention away from what he considered the worst part of himself; really, his standards were just entirely disconnected from those of everyone else, the durg having completely forgotten that, even in this “lesser” state of his, he already massively outsized anyone but the absolute biggest of hypers, and even then he was quickly approaching a stage where even those would have a hard time comparing.

With his self-sculpting complete, it was time to be on the move. Cab tried to take a step… and emphasis on “tried”, because after so long standing there without any kind of movement, he may have forgotten what his body was like when subjected to the laws of motion. Raising a foot and moving a leg was simple enough, but the second he leaned forward the dragon fell prey to his own magnificence when gravity unceremoniously pulled him down and smashed his bust directly on the ground, not only creating two large holes, but also cracking the cement and concrete all the way to the other side of the parking lot. Thick clouds of dust were kicked up, Cab’s eyes watering as he tried to ascertain the damage from his girth impacting the planet at such a high speed, but the real problem came when he tried to get back up and failed to do anything but lightly stretch his skin.

It was surprising, being unable to do something, but as much as the dragon sunk his claws on the ground and tried his best to return to an upright position, the sheer weight and size of his tits rendered him unable to move, stuck there as helpless as a turtle flipped on its back. In a way, it was even better than before; knowing that even his godly self was unable to move that bosom made it all the more irresistible to keep around, but it didn’t take too long before the inevitable growthlust began to kick back in. Remaining there in that immobilized state might feel good at the moment, but it wouldn’t help him achieve even bigger sizes; Cab could only directly affect people who gazed upon his form, and as much as he could see the city out in the distance, he doubted its inhabitants would be able to tell what they were looking at, if they even bothered to turn their eyes towards the industrial park. Using couriers wouldn’t really do, either; who would believe a maddened driver who sped through the main avenue and nearly crashed into several people just to spread the good news of a burgeoning, draconic god right outside the city limits?

No, Cab had to do everything himself (again), and this meant sacrificing just a tiny bit more of his size in order to achieve proper mobility. Though it pained him, he began siphoning mass from his chest and into his lower body, finally able to use his legs’ enhanced strength to pull himself off the ground, by that point having fattened his rear to a good thirty feet wide and his hips to a solid thirty-five or so; this did unfortunately mean sacrificing titty radius, but that would soon be fixed.

Moving was, at least, possible; still difficult, with gravity constantly trying to pull him down into another immobilization trap, but with some training and a non-insignificant amount of damage to his environs, Cab made his way slowly towards the large urban center off in the distance, licking his lips for the opportunity to finally take it over like he was supposed to.

In between him and his goal, however, were the suburbs, where his old house used to be. Not a lot to be had there, especially at that time of day; with most people being at work or in school, the only thing left were the occasional folks having their days off and the odd cat that decided to take a stroll in a sunny day, thus making the whole place unworthy of Cab’s attention. But while the dragon himself decided that there were things far more deserving of his watchful gaze and hungry chest, those few that remained behind and watched him pass by their houses didn’t seem to think so. How could they, when their quaint, everyday routine was interrupted by the passing of a literal giant, shaking the earth and cracking the ground with every step, leaving behind huge craters in his wake while preventing car alarms from going off by just crushing them underneath his heels? For most, it would have been a localized disaster waiting to happen, probably some hyper who lost control of themselves and ended up doing something they really shouldn’t...were it not for Caberea’s mere presence having more influence than any other person at their size could ever hope to have.

Much like at the chemical facility, the dragon didn’t have to do anything to convince people to head towards him. But while back then he was looking to add to himself whatever amount of mass he could, by the time he was halfway to the city the small procession of supplicants running behind him barely registered as a possible snack, meaning they more or less went completely unnoticed until Cab felt something, or someone, was trying to climb onto one of his feet. Looking down, he honestly wasn’t surprised that he had a small entourage of little ones struggling to keep up with his large steps; if anything, he was slightly disappointed at how few of them there were, having to remind himself that the real prize was waiting for him in the city up ahead.

Nonetheless, these people were trying their best to please him and they needed a reward of some kind. And as Caberea thought of that, a plan began to form in his head, one that would make him blush so hard as to give his worshippers pause; divine though he may be, there was still one entity capable of overwhelming him with its thoughts and desires: himself.

It wasn’t enough, he thought to himself, to simply show up and announce his presence to the world. Not enough to have his body burst through the outer line of buildings and present itself as the one thing people were meant to worship devoutly. They’d do it, and without a moment’s hesitation, but Cab was not one for doing things the prim and proper way, hence why the sudden influx of suburbanites whose minds had been twisted into becoming little more than extensions of his own will gave him an idea so beyond the realm of the decent that even the dragon had to stop to mull it over.

It wouldn’t have that much of an effect on him, not at that size, but it would absolutely do enough to serve as a “grand entry”, of sorts. Anyone watching within a few hundred feet would most likely be smitten to such a degree that they wouldn’t just walk up to him, they’d run into his welcoming cleavage; and that thought warmed so many parts of him that the air around the durg began to distort, the people down below casting their clothes aside as the ambient temperature spiked around their god.

Knowing that what he was about to do was all-but inevitable, Caberea kneeled, carefully and gently placing his breasts on the ground just softly enough for them not to cave the street in and expose any water or sewage pipes. This allowed everyone who’d been following him so far to catch up, many having fallen behind since Cab hadn’t noticed their frantic attempts to call out to him; once congregated, the crowd began to climb up his body, holding onto the substantial amounts of pudge he kept around his legs and thighs to heave themselves further and further towards their true goal, the one place they wanted to be. It was a testament to how fat his lower body was that even the most unathletic of his supplicants managed to get up there without much issue, even if some had to be encouraged not to stop midway, drifting off into a peaceful slumber on his flared hips.

Once on the surface of Caberea’s chest, one would think the tiny ones would drop themselves into the absorbent cleavage, but no; Cab had better plans for that, and besides, he could actually feel those people running around on top of him, making for a wonderful source of stimulation when he started walking again. Anyone new that happened to leave their house to join the party would simply be levitated or outright teleported over to where everyone else was, the group of people having succumbed to the allures of the dragon’s softness and doing nothing but lying there, slowly sinking into the durg’s soft breastflesh and jumping slightly with each bouncy step. For Cab, the idea of turning into a kind of building-sized bus was equal parts hilarious and downright arousing, and despite his initial promise to himself, he still had to exercise an immense amount of willpower not to just consume the poor things that had made their new home on top of his tits.

Not immediately, at least.

The closer he got to the city itself, and with the rising density of housing, it was only natural for the crowd of followers to thicken and spread at an exponentially faster rate. Cab wasn’t even thinking about what effect he was having on people; by that point, that his body forced others to worship it wasn’t a grandiose thing, but rather a fact of life that was just as normal as water being wet. The only real variable in the dragon’s mind was just how much mass he could get from people, and whether or not it happened to scale, and to that end, he had to try something.

His magic allowed him to do a great many things that other, less-inclined species might consider to be impossible, but more often than not were just unthought-of extrapolations of existing powers. For instance, what exactly was he doing when he drained the very size out of someone else? He wasn’t siphoning organic matter, not directly at least, but their mass, what made them them; and as soon as he came to that realization, it was easy enough to take it and apply it to just about anything else. Transfiguration was just as easy as theft, easier still at times, which is why when Cab spotted the first tall building next to him (for a certain definition of tall; the dragon was bigger than it was), he bent down slightly and ripped it clean from its foundations.

Getting it over his breasts, even after slightly reducing them post-immobilization, was still difficult, but the reward would be worth it. Just the sight of himself bringing the comparatively tiny object, still dripping debris and water from its piping, directly into his cleavage was… something to behold, really. Nestling it between both orbs, he brought a single finger to its roof and pushed down, forcing his chest to grow in equal measure to how much raw matter was being shoved into them. By the time the building vanished from view, it had effectively ceased to exist, and Cab’s tits had gained a significant amount of bounce.

That was it. That was exactly what he needed to know.

Licking his lips, the dragon decided to stop at the entry to one of the main avenues leading downtown. Not really the most spectacular of places, even with the small roadblock created by people hurriedly leaving their cars behind just so they could be near him, but it was wide enough that the city’s inhabitants could see him for a good mile down the road, to say nothing of the tens of thousands watching from nearby windows. It was time for the show.

Kneeling once again, Cabera helped the uncountable little ones that had gathered around him climb onto his form, being very careful not to accidentally smush anyone in the process. He had to forbid them from sliding into his cleavage, what with many trying to do so after seeing what it did to that building; it was important to save everything for the grand finale, even if everyone involved, dragon included, had to act against their primordial instincts to do so. Only after everyone was safely on top of him did Cab allow his followers to finally do what they were always meant to do: give him an explosive entrance.

But he didn’t just grow; that would be… insufficient. The mass was still there, what with so many people eagerly rolling into the colossal crevice that was the space between his two breasts, but it didn’t express itself into more growth or further size. This meant an increase in pressure that even the divine dragon was having trouble containing, holding on purely thanks to the knowledge that, if he was successful in his endeavours, the end result would be so grandiose that he wouldn’t have to worry about a single other thing ever again. More and more his supplicants sacrificed themselves, happy and eager to make of their bodies more of Cab’s breastflesh, until the sense of fullness was overwhelming and the durg’s brain began to overload. He panted, gasped for breath and was just about to beg for more like a needy slut when he saw the very last of his devoted ones vanish into his breasts. There was no one left for him to absorb, and that meant that he could finally give the city exactly what it deserved.

Himself.

In a single second, he doubled in size, not just because of the sudden influx of mass from his worshippers, but thanks to his body being fine-tuned to absorb any buildings it came into contact with. Rather than smashing into and shattering whatever constructions happened to be in the way, they simply… disappeared into him, breastflesh growing over their structure before they quite simply vanished into the wobbling avalanche of tit that consumed a vast amount of the city’s land in the first few moments after Cab was set loose. Not to mention that inside of those were yet more people, many of them hypers themselves, which only contributed to the rolling onslaught of boob that, rather than flattening the whole place, turned it into more of itself, initiating a vicious cycle that Cab could only hope would never end.

The world rumbled and quaked as the dragon’s chest continued to swallow increasingly larger amounts of the city, no longer fueled by the initial injection but by the continuous absorption of raw matter in the form of wrecked buildings and whoever happened to be inside of them, not to mention the countless tons of asphalt, concrete, stone and dirt as a result of their titanic mounds ripping the very soil apart. Meanwhile, Cab himself did nothing but take it all in as he knelt there, in silence, his eyes rolled upwards into his skull while every other muscle in his body all-but melted once they failed to work properly. The sensations coursing through him were indescribable; with every inch of his growing, sky-blotting tits being fed directly into the pleasure centers of his brain, there was very little chance of the dragon being able to maintain their consciousness, let alone their ability to think rationally, but against all odds Caberea remained awake throughout the entire process, being able to feel as his bust destroyed a good half of the whole downtown area before finally slowing down.

It was a simple result of spherical volume being calculated; after a point, the same amount of mass injection just wasn’t enough to make his growth continue at the same pace as it had before, leaving Cab to wonder just what exactly he was going to do afterwards. Or, well, he would wonder that, eventually; right after he was done recovering from the multiple orgasms that wracked his mind and body, leaving him incapable of much beyond pained whimpering and quiet begging. There was no one there to listen, but he still asked for more, his mind locked into a repetitive, mindless droning that surpassed even his own self-assurance in his divinity. The dragon didn’t care if anyone listened to him acting like a needy growthslut, because honestly, who was going to tell him off? He was bigger than anyone had ever been; that alone was cause enough for celebration.

Of course, even this couldn’t last forever. It might’ve taken hours, during which the neighbouring towns and even other cities began to send their people over to investigate just what exactly was going on, in addition to several army and national guard detachments that expected to see a crater, rather than a dragon as colossal as Cab was. A few even dared to approach his body, shouting at him via loudspeakers and demanding he “put things back”, whatever that meant. Cab paid no mind to those little ones; they didn’t really understand who they were dealing with, neither did they stop to consider that maybe they were overstepping their bounds, but that was to be expected from those who didn’t taste of godhood like he had. How could they understand, when their minds and physical forms were so unworthy compared to his own?

Thus, he resolved to simply rest, ignoring everyone around him even as his magic continued to take its toll on anyone who dared come close. Even the army’s protestations eventually turned into little more than pained moans as they failed at climbing the city-flattening tits that Cab sported, the tiny ones clamoring and begging for the dragon to help them up, which he eventually conceded and went ahead with; even with the influx of new people, it was hard to notice any kind of change to his mounds, on account of them already being so mind-bogglingly colossal that even Caberea was having a hard time ascertaining their true size. There were still buildings remaining, he could feel them pressing gently against his curves, and judging by the overall curvature it was quite likely that a significant chunk of the city survived; he couldn’t lean forward to move, he was too big for that, and he couldn’t move backwards either. Hilariously, getting up wasn’t all that difficult; with his breasts having turned into what they had, Cab being on his knees or feet didn’t make that much of a difference, though it did expose how utterly helpless he was carrying those two gravitational wells around.

Just meant he had to transform again, is all.

There was a slight problem with that, however. With a pair of tits that large, any mass transferral would make him far too large to ever grow properly again; again, it was simple math, and one that he didn’t really enjoy thinking about. The solution he had found, thinking it would keep on scaling, once again failed to deliver, running into the same problem of diminishing returns that person-to-person size theft did. It was so disappointing that, for once, Caberea had to frown at the thought, even if it indirectly led to a realization that would completely shatter his perception of both the world, himself, and his role inside of it.

Or not. Gods, just the thought…

There was only one way he could ever fix this problem, and that way led down a path he couldn’t come back from. Not that he cared, as he had already proven himself more than able of consuming entire populations for the sake of his greed; he doubted that anyone was left inside the city, even if a chunk of it still remained untouched, seeing as even visitors from out of state were starting to arrive, drawn by the news of the ascending god and desperately wanting to share in some of their radiant glory. If he did nothing but wait, he was certain the world’s many peoples would eventually come to see him, leaving him as the sole sentient on the planet. And if that was the case, why not just skip all the trivialities and go straight to the endgame? It’d save everyone a lot of time and, perhaps most importantly, give him everything he wanted without having to wait through either several more growth cycles or a prolonged, tedious absorption process. Better to just skip it all, honestly.

For a long while, Cab wondered whether he should go ahead and make himself taller still, if only so he could enjoy his ascension the way it was supposed to; after all, from where he was, the dragon couldn’t actually see his breasts in their totality, therefore making any attempt at growing them folly by virtue of him not being able to fully absorb the magnificence of his body breaking the laws of physics for the sake of personal pleasure. On the other hand, he could feel every patch of skin, every scale, every teensy, tiny inch of his fullness, occupying a good third of his mental processes just to deal with the constant overload of carnal pleasure that struck at him like ocean waves against a cliff… and for once, that didn’t exactly contribute to him wanting to keep his proportions as they were.

Thinking about it, there came a point where the pendulum swung far enough to the other side that complete self-indulgence became just as dangerous as utter self-deprivation; just as no pleasure left one feeling empty, surrendering oneself to pleasure like he was planning to do would not only be wholly unbecoming of a creature as divine as himself, but would leave him without the mental faculties required to properly appreciate his ascension to true godhood. Too many times he had read stories and saw sequences in his days back at home, perusing through the newest releases in the shadiest of places just for a chance at that one thing that would tickle his fancy and satisfy the endless itching for growth, and too many times did he have to go through the exact same story: protagonist grows, protagonist loses their mind, protagonist becomes just as much a prisoner of their own expansion as everyone else.

He didn’t want that for himself. He was destined for something more, something greater; he was Caberea, and as such it was only right that he get to witness everything that happened to him with his mind sharp enough to truly take it all in. He must master his growth, dominate the very process that threatened to shatter his willpower, if he had any hope to live up to his status as a draconic divinity.

So yes, he would shrink his bosom down just like he had the last couple of times, and he would make sure that he could walk before trying to do so. It’d be a pointless exercise, considering what he was about to do, but keeping goals in mind was important, and that’s exactly what he was going to do. Thankfully, he was already standing up, meaning it was easy enough to gauge just how tall he was compared to the top of his breasts’ curvature… even if it took a while before said apex even began to approach.

Cab kept his proportions, resolving to keep his tits as big as he could that time around; mobility was an issue, but not a large one, and as long as he could technically move around from point A to point B, even if he gouged out a large chunk of the planet in the process, he’d call that a victory. What mattered was his head being above his own bust, which took him a record two minutes of continuous mass transferral from each of his rotund mounds to the rest of him. The ground beneath his feet began to quake, unable to deal with the sudden increase in pressure and weight, leading to Cab sinking into the earth the bigger the made himself, his body funnily enough not moving from its current “height” by virtue of sinking a nearly identical amount into the planet itself, only really stopping after hitting bedrock. Even then, he was never truly incarcerated; a simple kick and everything from where he was “sunk” to the surface would be slammed into the high atmosphere, letting him climb up to a better position… only to immediately sink again thanks to the ground having become so unstable.

Caberea sighed, rubbing his temple and resolving to just skip the pleasantries, as he had planned to do initially. With a couple of deep breaths, he closed his eyes, expanding his awareness until it had all but left his body completely. The many strands of magical power extending from the central nexus that was his mind flew through the air, finding the nearest sentient creature and latching onto it, granting them a sense of peace and quiet that most people would kill for; in an instant, no more worries, no more concerns, just the knowledge that an all-loving divinity had blessed them with an opportunity to transcend along with them. Each person was a battery, powering Cab’s efforts to find the next one. Isolated villages linked with bustling towns and the greatest of cities in an endless network that everyone shared, singing the praises of the draconic god that, in just a few minutes, solved everything.

But they wouldn’t be walking or driving or even sailing or flying towards him, no. Because the time for his hungry cleavage to eat people was long gone, no longer able to affect any change through such a crude method. No, it was time to turn his sights towards something bigger, something that would finally give him the treat he deserved. Something, of course, that would scale better.

When all seven-plus billion people on the planet were all linked together, safely sitting down and waiting for Cab to make his decision, the dragon, by that point already back in control of his faculties, snapped his fingers. And in that instant, all other sentient life ceased to be, their bodies consumed and turned into raw power for him to absorb into himself.

He could’ve made it explosive. Could’ve allowed all of it to flow uncontrollably into his bust while completely oblitering his entire planet. But, once more with feeling, that was beneath him. At those sizes, it was easy to ignore the mounting pressure by simply controlling the influx of mass to keep him growing at a steady pace, allowing Cab to very slowly overcome the gravitational attraction of the Earth rather than being jettisoned out. The landscape around him grew ever rounder, the dragon first being able to see the curvature of the planet over his own tits before the sky around him began to grow darker, the air thinner, the godlike entity saved from asphyxiation by, well, being a godlike entity; why breathe when one’s existence could be fed entirely by the universal currents of magic?

Paradoxically, as his body became heavier it felt increasingly lighter, product of him escaping the pull of his home planet. Cab didn’t dare try to hop off until his head was already clearly in the upper atmosphere, at which point he scrunched up his legs and did his best not to scrape too much of the crust before finally jumping ship, abandoning the Earth forever with a… slightly worryingly large trail of rocks left behind in his trail, enough for part of the mantle to be clearly visible.

No matter. It was time for the next step in his plan.

There was never any hope that his body would grow large enough for him to consume the planet using only the people on it; hell, he was barely big enough to compare to that blue pearl, being just about the same size as his home country (admittedly no small feat there) with even his tits remaining incredibly tiny by comparison. Despite absorbing whatever orbital trash happened to float his way, there was still a very long way to go before he could even begin to consider what he wanted for his dessert.

Of course, he was rather big himself; so that long way could be traversed in a very short time.

Drawing upon his magical prowess, Cab dragged the Moon out of its orbit, welcoming it with open arms. It was absolutely massive compared to him, so much so that he had to spend a considerable amount of power holding it back from smashing into the Earth below him. But it was his entrée, the first snack before the main course, and though it took him a significant amount of time to angle it properly, that natural satellite was quickly fed to his hungry breasts as unceremoniously as everything else had been. The obscenity of it all didn’t quite register for Caberea, who was far too busy watching as every pound of the Moon’s mass was added to his bust, swelling it to such colossal proportions and incalculable weight that, at long last, he could finally do what he always wanted to do.

Positioning himself near the southern pole, Cab steeled himself. What he was about to embark on would be a journey from where there would be no return. He could feasibly put everything back together if he really wanted to, wield some perilously dark magic in order to bring back everyone he had taken into himself, even restore the moon to stop the raging storms already forming on the planet looming over him. But he didn’t want that; and as soon as he was done shoving the planet into his cleavage, he had serious doubts over his own ability to restore the planet to what it had been; not because he couldn’t, but because he wouldn’t. This was his final act, the last dance, and after a few more minutes, there would be no more thinking of Old Earth. Only Cab. Only him. Only the dragon god.

He sighed, unable to hear himself in the void of space, and pushed his breasts upwards. Displacing the atmosphere, the first thing that hit him was the coldness of Antarctica and its surrounding oceans, keeping him locked in place for just a few seconds before the water began to rush down between his breasts. He kept pushing them up, feeling them gaining weight at a pace far outstripping his previous spurts, leaving him unable to resist; at least in the coldness of space, no one could hear him moan.

The planet’s water began to rush down to where the metaphorical sinkhole was, resulting in his bust gaining size even faster than he could’ve expected; colossal tsunamis raged the empty coastlines as he approached the tips of Patagonia and Southern Africa, enveloping an ever-increasing amount of the planet and feeling the warmth of the mantle begin to tickle at his scales. Within seconds he had breached the outer core, and by the time half of the Earth was fully embraced by his bosom, the metallic sphere at the very center of the planet shattered underneath the pressure exerted by the dragon’s bust. Soon enough, only the Arctic remained, and that much was easily devoured when Cab, licking his lips in utter delight, extended his hand and allowed his power to push down on what was left of the planet; having reserved all of his growth for his breasts, his hand was far too small, but the urge to treat the final shreds of his former homeworld like he had the building back in the city was too much to simply ignore.

It all took less than ten minutes, and the Earth was gone, as was the Moon, safely tucked away inside the literally cosmic-scaled tits attached to Caberea’s chest. Perhaps the best part about it all was that, now that he more or less was the New Earth, Cab no longer had to worry about mobility. It was child’s play to give himself a boost or two using his innate magic abilities, letting him pick and choose between which thing he wanted to devour next. Because obviously, the big target now was the Sun, what with the dragon’s growthlust not having been sated in even the tiniest bit. But he was still far away from that, still too small to even think about devouring the system’s star.

For now, at least. When he got done with the rest of the planets and planetoids, though?

The galaxy better be ready.