"Bigger," you hum, the word rumbling out of your throat as you purr. "Make me bigger, little ones. Bigger!"
You couldn't entirely recall what had happened before the day that the first human had made contact with you; of course, you were only fifty or so feet back then, wandering the countryside in a bit of an amnesiac daze. The moment that female human had caught sight of you roaming in the wilderness, she had dropped almost instantly to her knees and begun worshiping you, her head down low to the earth.
That was the moment you felt it run up and down your spine, followed by a surging rush of warmth, unlike any pleasure you had ever known. You'd only really grown an inch, but even that little tickly increase drove you wild! Whatever your past had been, it couldn't have mattered less to you now. Now, you were growing into a lioness of such magnitude that your breasts alone outclassed buildings!
"Bigger..." you huff again, groaning lowly, panting sweetly as your thick tongue bobs in and out. The myriad chants of the crowds, the loving words from your little humans...mmmn, it makes your humongous body shudder in bliss! You feel your backside pussssh softly against the skyscraper
you've been leaning into the past day, your colossal female hips widening, your furry rump pumping heavier and fuller across the streets below. Your 650-foot body trembles worse as the chants go on--at least, more so then any point thus far; you'd given half the crowd the night off, so they could rest their throats and eyes, while the more enthusiastic night owls remained to keep worshiping you.
But now there was more of a crowd than ever before! You purr harder, lidding your giant eyes as you giggle and swell larger, your breasts bulging and ballooning hotly before you, thickening pillars for teats. Inch after inch pulses into you, as you feel hundreds and hundreds of he more-brazen types rub up against your tremendous feet, countless little human hands caressing the bulging leathery pads as the grow and grow. 670 feet...675...680...690...
With a rather sudden tingle and a grunt, you feel yourself burst a good deal larger, in one rude, (and utterly wonderful) spurt of growth, your hips crashing into the sides of the city block you now-all-too-easily cover, pushing the facades of small offices and restaurants until they crackle and cave in against your surging furry body. The littles collectively gasp and cheer, especially those who were hugging your feet; the crowd now wiggles under or flat-up against your heels as you grow more and more, many wriggling up in between your swelling toes. The wild, unprecedented surge slows, leaving you wide-eyed and beaming as you look your 740-foot body over. You were getting used to growing inch by inch, the last few days--time-elapsed newsfeeds had already shown you were smoothly growing by the hour--but this was new. This was dozens of feet.
This...was excellent. You must have hit some new peak in your powers, smashed through some plateau in your intake! From day two, you had assumed (with poorly-restrained, gleeful arousal) you would eventually become unfathomably immense...but to know the process was speeding up--that you could gulp now, instead of merely sip...
"MORE!" you boom, shaking the city, as your tail swishes about luxuriously. "My little ones, chant more! Make me greater! Stronger! Make...me...BIGGER!!!"
The possibilities flood into your mind, filling your every thought, as your huge fingers snuggle in a "V" around your sex, milking up and down against the titanic lips. The chanting grows louder, more frenzied, as windows to the un-ruined buildings fly open, and more and more tiny humans chant praises to you, waving and smiling!
"YESSSS," you purr, gritting your teeth, as you tense up tremendously, your toes curling in on reflex, mooshing the caught littles gently,before you whine and blow up to 900 whopping feet...th-then 930...970! 1,000!!!
As you growl and flick your feline ears, you detect the approaching sound of tires crunching over asphalt; forcing one pleasure-laden eye open some, you see several trucks have roared up near you, adorned with speakers. A hiss of feedback stabs your ears, irritating you just for a milisecond, before another crushing wave of hot, aroused joy flows through your bulging body, and you lurch up another 100 feet! Gods, it was b-building faster!!!
"For you, our lioness goddess," a DJ-style voice erupts from the speakers. "We have translated worship from new fans around the world, who've all seen your growth spurts on the news! Enjoy, and grow!" At that, the speakers begin blaring nonstop, long-distance worship, and oh, how your eyes roll back in your growing skull, your breasts almost doubling in mass, overlfowing your hands as they cup and rub the swollen nipples, which burn and inflate larger, pleading like mad for release, as you SURRRGGGGE even larger...and larger...and larger...
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