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Simple enough: brew the potion, make sure the effect exponentials were prepared adequately, then wait for it to simmer down and mix properly. Once ready, place on a shelf, wait two weeks for it to ferment, then boil it once again. Inhale the fumes, sit down for two hours to allow her body to react to the first infusion, then, finally, drink the contents of the bottle.
Years she’d spent planning this. It was her masterpiece, the culmination of a lifetime of study in the alchemical arts. So many had decried her as an insane megalomaniac, someone who’d bring nothing but death and ruin to everything in her mad desire to consume all that was in an ever-escalating, unstoppable growthsplosion.
And they were absolutely, godsdamned right. Lilith could barely contain herself after she chugged the foul-tasting concoction; one final sacrifice before the inevitable came, before she was given the power to dominate all that existed and ever could exist, her demonic nature perfected through the power of chemistry and turned into something greater. Honestly, she could barely keep her hands off herself, only doing so on account of it being necessary for the initial stages.
It was a devilishly elegant solution to her unfortunate little problem: she was a demoness, and yet, her body was about as flat and featureless as a twenty-something that puberty had forgotten, leaving her in a position that earned scorn and mockery from her peers and demonic competitors. She was the pipsqueak, the “tiny one”, the last person to be considered for promotion when it came time to judge who would be booted up the ladder… and not entirely through the fault of nepotism either.
She was miniscule and lacked any assets with each to ensnare the lust of mortal souls, and thus, it was unsurprising that her quota was barely ever half-full. It didn’t help that she had to compete with other, properly proportioned succubi who could sculpt themselves to be even more perfect; sure, she could do the same, but working off such a pathetic base only allowed her to go so far before the illusion broke, forcing her to work with subpar hardware.
And Lilith knew she could do more! Her business stratagems were perfect, simply hampered by a physical form that refused to deliver! If she had tits and ass like some of her main competitors, then she’d be at the top of the food chain, there was no doubt about it; alas, if her body didn’t want to play ball, she was going to have to take matters into her own hands: hence, the potion, and the years of study spent getting to the point where she could make it at all.
The concoction was a multi-stage alchemical alteration draught, meant to change her body over the course of a full day, in a variety of different, increasingly excessive manners, separated into multiple phases meant not just to maximise delivery, but to maximise enjoyment as well. That last part wasn’t strictly necessary, at least not in theory; but Lilith was still a demoness, and she still wanted to make sure every second spent improving herself was a second she spent in rapturous bliss, so it might as well be a necessity.
Still, there was some time left before the first changes took place, so… might as well sit down. On the couch. Which she bought precisely for that occasion. Which was so enormous it barely fit in her lair, and needed several imps to pivot it through the door. Which would definitely not be there by the time she was done with phase one of the potion, absolutely not. Any second now.
Lilith looked back at the bottle: there was still some of the concoction left, and she didn’t know why. Perhaps, if she’d done such a thing just a few seconds ago, there would’ve been enough of her non-horny self left to remember that what she was looking at were the dregs left behind by the brewing process, which weren’t supposed to be drunk: they were liable to cause the reaction to go haywire in entirely unforeseen ways, not to mention their potential to heighten the effects to such a degree th-
After she cleared her mouth of the taste by summoning and devouring a cookie, the potion bottle found the floor by the front door; no more concoction meant no more need to hold onto it. Lilith reclined onto the couch and brought her hands up to her tits, quite deliberately rubbing them in order to stimulate growth; she wasn’t supposed to do it until phase three, when targeted development would be guided by precise arousal and careful application of tactile feedback, but that was boring shit. She wanted to grow, so screw the instructions.
Wasn’t she supposed to be going off the rails and outgrowing everything around her anyway? Why was she bothering with drinking the potion she made while abiding by someone else’s best practices? She was going to be big, and the first thing to change would be her tits, end of story; so, she kept rubbing, knowing for a fact that if she did so, she’d see some results. She kept rubbing, and kneading, and squeezing, and groping, until she was on her back, biting her lower lip and rubbing her legs together just to keep the moans from escaping; she kept going, until finally she felt something there.
It should’ve been a momentous occasion: she had tits! After what felt like an eternity, her breasts were actually there, rather than her just having two nipples on a flat board; indeed, in any other circumstance, she might’ve actually gotten up to celebrate, but alas, those were not normal circumstances, and she had better things to do. Things like grope her tits some more, so they could grow even faster!
That was how the potion was meant to work, wasn’t it? Make herself horny and touch parts of herself so they’d get bigger and all; it made sense that she should be pulling and tugging at her bosom, just to see how far she could take it, even after it became clear that just a simple touch was enough to make her gain a full cup size. No, she needed more, needed to watch as those mounds of her swelled outwards and intruded further and further into her field of view; she needed to be lying down so she could appreciate how her tits blocked off the sight of the rest of her body.
Of course, this wasn’t enough. Others might be satisfied by having their non-existent bust be made decidedly above-average in size, but not Lilith; in fact, she wasn’t going to be content with a bust at all, not when she could have more! Such a simple thought, nevermind how ludicrous it would sound to just about anyone else, yet to her, perfectly achievable… though, not in her current form. She needed her hands to keep massaging her growing breasts, so more were needed.
Easy enough to summon up another pair of arms; hells, she could do so without the potion if she wanted to, the fiery brew coursing through her veins only serving to help what was already there. The demoness thought it, and it became manifested: two arms, a pair emerging from just underneath her original one, her spine and skeleton readjusting on the fly to make them just as controllable as ones she’d been created with.
These arms, or more specifically the hands at the end, would be put to good use forcing a new pair of tits to sprout just below where her initial rack was. Once again, more than simple: press her palms against soft skin, imagine it, focus her mind’s eye on it, and just a few seconds later two nipples formed, followed by the flesh around them inflaming and bloating outwards in response to the sheer, raw arousal that Lilith was feeling at the time.
Some might say that two pairs of breasts was already too much. To their credit, Lilith could understand why: after each of her breasts grew to about three times the size of her head, weighing heavily on her torso all the while, it became somewhat clear that she didn’t really have a lot of room to work with there. Four tits of that size all competing for space inevitably led to a great deal of cramped cleavage and a whole lot of sweating as her body temperature skyrocketed. So, in some way, Lilith actually understood why some people would say it was too much.
To her, however, it wasn’t enough. Two pairs of breasts? On her? The goddess-to-be, the one destined to take over all of reality in one grandiose ascension? Surely they jested; she couldn’t be expected to go around carrying only four breasts, she had plenty of space for more! If she had to elongate her torso to make room, she would, and that was the end of it; if she had to sprout more arms to further stimulate growth, then she would, and there would be no discussion!
While this was taking place, it was also important not to forget that her upper body assets were but one of the many tools in her arsenal. Yes, the couch was already starting to audibly strain underneath the weight of her, but what did she make that potion for again? To be contained? To be reasonable? Or to indulge herself and grant her body a new, improved, permanent form that came straight from the deepest pits of her lewd, wet dreams?
Definitely the latter, Lilith was sure of it. And if that was the case, then why wait? Why not throw herself into it and see what came of it? After all, she didn’t just have tits to complete her more feminine figure: there was also her ass, her thighs, her legs, basically everything between her abdomen and her knees. She could definitely stand to gain a pound or five hundred there, really flare her waistline out until she wasn’t so much on the couch as the couch just happened to be underneath one of her cheeks.
It happened quickly enough that the whole thing collapsed before Lilith could even notice, which was about the only negative there; the one thing she could’ve asked for was to have seen the precise point in time in which the couch failed to contain her weight, when her gargantuan thighs and gigantic ass became so insurmountably massive (in the literal sense as well) that they were too much for the steel springs. Nevertheless, the size wasn’t going anywhere, so at least she still had that.
Of course, now that she had a sizeable lower body, sizeable enough that even her oversized mammaries didn’t even begin to compare to how big it was, then it only made sense that she give herself something extra between her legs. Not her muff, that much she was already making sure to include in the package: meaty, expanded to the point where only the greatest of demon lords would be capable of giving her a proper filling, and dripping with so many juices that she would’ve been dehydrated had it not been been for her demonic nature.
A perfect opportunity to give herself a dick and a pair of balls. A perfect opportunity to make said dick be about as long as she was tall, thicker than she was wide, then complement it by turning her nuts into a pair of overproducing cumtanks of such girth that the rest of her looked tiny by comparison. Then, just to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything, double up in size and number, giving herself a brand new package and making sure both of them were ludicrously titanic.
Only then, when the groundwork was done, did Lilith stop to give herself a moment to rest… and assess the damage done to herself. She had a moment of lucidity: just a moment, but enough for her to be able to assess what the potion had accomplished. Above the waistline, she’d somehow ended up with five rows of tits, with an accompanying number of arms on an elongated torso; each milktank, for it was definitely stuffed full of dairy, was about the same size as a large family car, bringing to mind the fact that the rest of her had grown as well! Were she to stand up, it was likely her full height would be well over thirty feet, if not more… but that was for later.
Four nipples on each udder, and just thinking about it made her tits bloat a couple of extra yards; a good start, she could build on that, especially with ten arms to milk herself dry and encourage further production. In fact, fuck it: grow in an additional row between every single one she already had, make sure this was reflected in the number of arms she had, make all of them bloat ten yards in every direction, and make sure they made so much milk that if she wasn’t constantly emptying them out, they’d double in size every minute. Then make it so they did that anyway even if she was milking herself, just for good measure.
Right, with that out of the way, at the waist: hips wide enough to need buses to measure them, and an ass so fat it could crush those proverbial rulers after they were done being used as a means of comparison. Add to that a pair of thighs that’d probably need the entirety of a frigate’s crew holding hands in a circle just to be able to hug one of them, and she had herself a respectable, curvaceous figure.
Between said gargantuan legs, two cocks, four balls. Hard to describe them except by comparison: the rest of her put together, tits included, could likely fit snugly into just one of her orbs, and her dicks made her nuts look positively miniscule; completely disproportionate, but that was exactly how she liked it, and there was something beautiful about knowing that the first thing anyone saw of her were her twin shafts, high up in the sky.
This was to say nothing of how productive they were. Really, if her tits were bad enough, then they paled in comparison to the multitude of deluges being made every other second within just one of her quad nuts; the moment she climaxed, the entirety of the underworld would be coated in her spunk, exactly how she intended for it to be.
All in all, a good start, as mentioned. In the last seconds of conscious, sentient thought, Lilith considered how far she’d come in such a short time, congratulated herself on a series of good decisions, and then, at least, made the conclusion she’d been waiting for all that time: she was, big, she was impossibly massive, yes; she was larger than ever could have been hoped for, absolutely, but-
-she could be bigger.
In literal terms, first of all. She was still indoors; the living space she called a “lair” was little more than a shared rental space in the corner of one the underworld’s cheaper districts. She couldn’t afford more than that, unfortunately; her quota being what it was, Lilith was lucky to even have a roof over her head, even if a stifling one. Her landlord was sure to come knocking soon, asking why distortion magic had been used to stretch out the inner dimensions of what was supposed to be a cramped space; when they did, they would find nothing there, for Lilith had plans that involved breaking out of that lair.
It was just the way things were done. She couldn’t quite have an explosive growth episode without it involving the destruction of at least one room, now could she? It’d be a waste to be given such a perfect opportunity to live out one of her fantasies and then not take it, doubly so when it meant telling old Mammon to go take a hike and shove the rent owed up his ass. So, first order of business there, at least after she made sure that the rest of her was sufficiently large, was for Lilith to make herself larger.
For those outside the lair complex, mostly low-level imps and the occasional demon down on their luck, it was a perfectly normal day. Sulphur levels were entirely unacceptable, the heat was to (literally) die for, and the souls of the damned were wailing at a perfect volume to be heard across the entire dimension; all in all, entirely unremarkable, except perhaps for the above-average condensation near the cave roof, usually a preclusion to a mage upstairs deciding to do something stupid.
This was broken up when, entirely without any sort of warning, one of the larger, more rundown buildings by the side of the road exploded. Rubble flying everywhere, dust choking the air, it took a while for the bystanders closest to the epicentre to see whether it was just another spat between bottom-feeders, or if something serious was actually happening… though, once they saw what was taking place, they had very little time left in between that realisation and being pushed backwards by a tidal wave of tit, cock or nutflesh.
Lilith took her chances and spread out her many, many limbs. It was so fun to finally be outside, so relaxing; the inside of her lair might’ve been expanded to meet demands, but it was one thing to make something bigger on the inside, and quite another for space around her to just be big enough to fit her. Not for long, but, in the meantime, it was good enough for her to look around and see what she was going for.
There was no plan there; well, apart from “drink potion and grow”. There was nothing in her mind for what came after, not beyond some vague notion of making herself out to be the ruler of the underworld through some unspecified means. Lots of missing steps, and even more missing planning, but Lilith was sure she’d get there at some point; better to just go with the flow and let her mind do what it did best, then things would fall into place.
She had to admit though, looking at the hellpits from so far up above was… different. By her reckoning, she was a good hundred feet tall after finally releasing herself from her lair; of course, being that large meant she could be bigger, so with a thought and a snap of her fingers, one hundred turned to three, with a proportionate growth to the rest of her assets: two cocks to shadow over entire districts, eighteen tits to flood them, and enough arms to make herself out to be returned incarnation of some never-before-seen deity.
For the rest of the underworld’s denizens, what they saw was… hard to explain. They weren’t strangers to absurd sizes and strange body plans; part and parcel of their work was making sure to give mortals what they most desired in their eternal search for souls, and sometimes that meant biting the bullet and reshaping themselves into forms that… strained the imagination, to put it mildly.
But there were limits, both to their power and to general decency. One’s ability to change forms was limited both by what type of demon they were and how powerful they happened to be; all things considered, even the Matriarch of the succubi was only capable of going so far, only able to reshape herself to a certain degree before she had to either stop or borrow power from something or something else.
Yet, what they were looking at was definitely there, and definitely real: a hundred-foot giantess, three hundred feet after what looked to be a whim crossing her mind, carrying assets of such absurd size that to merely look upon her invited one’s mind to break in half and cease functioning. Their mass was such that one felt drawn to her purely by sight alone, as if they had their own gravity well that couldn’t be escaped from; their allure such that even the most hardened of imps in the audience couldn’t help but begrudgingly respect what they were seeing.
To Lilith, however, this wasn’t enough. She liked the stunned silence, that was nice; definitely better than the overt scorn she received on a regular basis, that was for certain. But it wasn’t enough. She hadn’t taken that potion and irrevocably altered the very nature of her soul just to have people stand there staring at her; she did it because she was owed worship, and if the littles ones down below were’t worshipping the ground she stood on, then clearly there was more work to be done.
Seismic tremors coursed through that section of the underworld when all four of Lilith’s nuts slammed into the ground. They had been dangling just a couple of feet from it, their full weight just moments away from grazing against the hot stone surface, but she could do better than that; she could force them to fill so rapidly, so suddenly, that they didn’t just drop on the ground, they smashed into and through it, not only flattening themselves on the floor of the underworld, but creating an impact crater directly beneath!
And she could give herself more as well! It definitely wasn’t enough that she could already feel her legs were being parted by the sheer size of those things, she had to go further, had to push herself to do more. Multiplication, that was the name of the game; raw size could only go so far, she had to take those four nuts, and, much like with her tits, just double them up! From four to eight, and make sure each one was as big as the first four put together! Rise onto a throne of gurgling, churning nutflesh, on an ocean of spunk ready to be unleashed!
Be held aloft for all to see, on eight cum factories of such titanic size that they defied comprehension, that’s what she needed! And if she doubled the number of balls on her, why not go for the number of cocks as well? Why not triple their size while she was at it, really make sure that the rest of her body, from head to toe, was but a speck when compared to the full girth of her multi-blessed package?
And then, of course, why not readjust and make it so said rest of her was proportionate, leaving her at a height too great for Lilith to bother trying to measure properly. She was so big that everyone else around her barely registered as tiny specks, and it stopped there; nothing else needed to be said, nothing more had to be done… at least in that regard. She was still horny, she was still in need of some good transformative options, and when she looked back and saw she only had one tail, she knew what to do.
It was such an elegant solution to her milking problem that Lilith practically slapped herself when she realised she hadn’t thought about it! And such an underappreciated part of her body as well; it had been so long since she’d done something with her spiky tail that the demoness had almost forgotten it was even there at all! But she could do better with it, would do better with it, because now she had a reason to do so.
As it turned out, making her tits so milky was something of a problem. Even if she hadn’t evened herself out after the latest cocksplosion, it wouldn’t have taken more than a few minutes for her many, many busts to fill up to such a ludicrous degree as to bury everything underneath them. Now, she wasn’t going to stop them from being so productive; if anything, it gave her even more of a reason to keep making the rest of her larger in order to keep up. No, what she could do was give herself a way to drain all the excess milk and turn it into extra mass for her body, because what else would she do?
Making her tail bigger was the easy part. Turning the tip of it into a thick, fat bulb even more so; the aesthetic she was looking for was a mixture between the inside of her nethers, a toothy mouth, and the inside of a venus flytrap: perpetually dripping with both saliva and femcum in absolutely ridiculous quantities, looking like a ravenous beast from beyond, yet used for nothing more than to suck a single one of her nipples dry.
The hard part was keeping herself from just producing a thousand of those things and letting them go to town. Her torso was already stretched-out enough as it was, she was going to need some time to adapt before giving herself more tits on top of the nine rows she already had on herself. Some willpower was spent there, willpower she didn’t have, in order to keep the number of tails to a relative minimum; for everyone else, what they saw was a single one of those gargantuan beasts wrap itself around one of the titaness’ tits, followed seventeen others emerging from behind her, their vine-like surface glistening, soon to be throbbing as the rhythmic gulps of their hungry mouths were used to bring yet more delicious mass to Lilith’s rump.
Not that she needed it, but it was always fun to live out some fantasies. Having the blobs of milk, each mouthful really, travel down the length of her tendril tails, only to vanish at the base of her back, to then make her ass and thighs swell multiple feet in every direction? She couldn’t have asked for a better idea, and thus she thanked herself profusely before moving onto the next stage of her not-plan.
There was a problem to be solved. Firstly, her tits were out of control: it didn’t take long before the biggest growth vector came not from Lilith wanting to be bigger, but her uncontrolled lactation forcing her to equalise the rest of her body by way of making it larger. This only left her busts with even more to work with, resulting in an unstable equilibrium that soon threatened the very stability of the underworld itself.
Secondly, and perhaps most worryingly, she had sixteen balls now, and didn’t recall that happening by her hand. Indeed, she didn’t remember any point where she told her body to increase the number of cumtanks to thirty-two, nor did she recall forcing all sixty-four of them each be about the size of a large city. That it also reflected in her bouquet of cocks continuously multiplying didn’t help things either, nor did the fact that the production rates in those things were rapidly approaching unsustainable levels.
Perhaps before, back when she still had something of a rough outline of how she wanted things to go, Lilith would’ve considered it a good day to walk over to the Citadel and claim the Red Throne for herself. Now, however, it just felt so… quaint. How tall was she, three thousand feet? Thirty? How many tits did she even have? The amount of tails wrapped around her was definitely in the triple digits, and whenever she bothered to pay attention, more and more of them emerged without her telling them to do so.
She was mutating, and at an alarming rate… yet, she couldn’t bring herself to care. Why should she, when it was just another reason to break free from her shackles? Clearly, the underworld wasn’t enough for her; if it had been, then she wouldn’t have outgrown it! Clearly, the moment her head broke through the earth after shattering its way through multiple dimensional layers, creating a breach leading down to the hellpits from the mortal realms, was the same moment the universe told her to just… step forth.
It was hers to take. Hers to control. Hers to fill. Lilith no longer cared about worship or dominance; those had been washed clean from her mind quicker than any other desire, as now, the only need, the only want, was the one to grow. There was no purer form of superiority and domination: why bother enforcing her will on others when she could just be too big for the universe to contain her? She’d already filled one dimension; the giantess could feel a single one of her many cocks straining to be held by the underworld, so why even bother with whatever its inhabitants thought of her?
She was better now. She had become something else entirely, an entity unrecognisable, unclassifiable by any other. She was a goddess through and through, to the point where she could no longer quantify any part of her: even though her mind was as sharp as ever, the time it took to see how many tits she had was too long for that number to be even remotely relevant anymore. Same for the number of balls, cocks, arms, tails, or the size thereof, to say nothing of a rump that accidentally smothered a star before she realised she was even in space at all.
No, better if she direct her focus towards things she could control. Things like how horny she was; since, after all, if her growth was dictated by her arousal, then that meant she had an obligation to make herself be as sexually charged as possible! Granted, hard to do so when her surroundings were mostly vacuum with the occasional planet, but once the galactic plane emerged from around her, Lilith figured she could handle herself.
It happened so quickly, yet it was precisely what she’d always wanted. Only, it took until then for her to truly understand it, until then for it all to click. Now, she ruled, truly Ruled, as the Law of that meta-reality. And now, with herself at the helm, things could finally start working the way they were supposed to.
For now. There were other realities to attend to later.
