World of ÜberMass

One-and-a-quarter hours, along barren roads, all by herself.

She sighed dully, having done this several times before, it was something that she’d become used to. Not that the experience offered her any help with the boredom that plagued her. Turning off the radio, not willing to listen to the latest generic 15-minute teen idol, leaving her with just the throaty rumbling of the car engine.

While Terra did see driving as little more than a means to an end, she did know enough to know that she needed one that could handle the job. That’s why her current car was an oil-burning Skoda Yeti, painted an ashen-black metallic. The four-wheel drive and torquey engine made sure that it could handle the last portion of her trip, which was a good 15-20 minutes of dirt road, and the black paint hid the dirt it would build up there easily enough. While being able to remove the back seats and leaving them behind made certain that she could carry a lot with her, although all she had with her for this trip was a satchel bag resting on the passenger seat to her left. It was all she needed to carry her essentials, most of the rest kept at the Holiday Home.

The only real entertainment she had with her were the rains. The larger Sun was only just beginning it’s slow climb up the horizon, the smaller, redder one starting to cede to it’s stronger light - even if both were being hidden somewhat by the thick, dark clouds. This effect made this one of the two times in the day when the rains were most likely to come, and it came hard.

This meant she had been forced to slow down, from 100 to just 75 to be certain that she‘d be able to keep control in these conditions. And that meant that she’d be in this car, driving for longer than normal.

“This is torture.” She whined to herself.

And the weather was doing more than simply slowing her down, it also served to discourage people from taking to the roads. She had yet to pass even a single other vehicle on her journey.

To quell a slight itch on her side, she reached a hand under her belted jacket and jumper to get her claws to it. For this trip, she was wearing a wide-oval neck jumper that was the same amber-yellow as her belly scales, with plain black trousers of the same material that she had on for comfort, complemented by her belted jacket whose colour matched her trousers. She liked this type since not only were they comfortable to wear, but also offered a good amount of stretch to them, meaning she could buy them a size too small and have them fit her snugly.

But having reached under them like that, the jacket and jumper had been pulled up and now the bottom of her right breast peeked out. This brought a giggle from Terra, who finally had something that broke the monotony of the otherwise painfully dull drive.

“Careful now.” She teasingly scolded herself. “Can’t have you flashing herself in public now, can we?”

Which actually brought a mischievous thought to her. Thanks to the heavy rain, there was nobody else on the roads, effectively giving her the freedom to do whatever she wanted here!

And that brought another wicked thought into her mind, reaching over into her satchel bag, she fished around for a moment, before her hand caught its target. A pair of small bottled drinks that when she risked a moment to look at their labels, read:

ÜberMass Fast-Gro

ÜberMass Long-Gro

Special drinks made by her beloved Vince’s company, ÜberMass Incorporated, and would provide a special stimulation to the body, upping the height of whoever drank it by nearly two and a half, and ramping up their muscle mass even more so. She had them with her in case, while alone in the mountains, she needed to do some heavy lifting, or just have some fun with it.

While both would begin the process within minutes, the first one would take her to peak growth in a minute tops, and last maybe an hour-and-a half. The second one, the Long-Gro variety needed over an hour to hit the peak but would hold that peak for over four times longer.

Either way, it would definitely make the journey far more exiting for her, if she were a giantess for it. And no-one being around to see it would make it safer, operating a motor vehicle while a giantess may not be illegal, but it was certainly something that was severely frowned upon.

Then again, if she was going to take it, she’d wind up losing her clothes, and have to do the drive naked. Why could she not do just that? Take off her clothes and drive in nothing but her scales?

With the bottles sitting on her lap, Terra pondered over her options, before making up her mind.