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A Portentous Thought - Part 2 (Commission for AfterSharkStash)
🕑 Added 2021-12-08 15:44:05 +0000 UTCTAGS: Hyper/Hyper Growth, Expansion/Inflation, Unexplained Growth, Growthlust
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At the very least, there was some smothering going on, even if Maia didn’t exactly intend for it to be that end; then again, the whole point was to have some part of herself fully consuming poor Jenkins in some way or another, such that when he began moaning into her prodigious rump, the mouse gal didn’t exactly move, since she knew the man would eventually turn around to quite enjoying what he was experiencing, at least given by the volume (and quantity) of moans escaping from underneath the plush confines of her two cheeks. Really, the one negative aspect was that she couldn’t exactly boobhat anyone while sitting down… but that was hardly a problem once she realized that, at her current size, it would be child’s play to hold out a hand, grab the nearest person to her, and pull them back into a tight, cleavage-filled marshmallow hug from which they wouldn’t be able to escape. And what better person to do that with than with the same accountant who bore the brunt of the initial impact, the mini-giantess giggling as she leaned forward, unceremoniously wrapped both hands around Martha’s midriff, then yanked her hard enough to pull a yelp out of her before stuffing the vixen onto her lap… and underneath enough boob that the poor thing could barely breathe, yet did very little to try and pull herself loose. It was the perfect place to be in, as far as Maia was concerned: one person under her ass, another under her tits, and a body that seemed intent on providing for her size dreams in ways that she never thought possible; it was really only after she formulated this thought that Maia remembered the road she travelled to get there, all ten or so minutes of it, before slamming straight into another brick wall and then right through it, her body refusing to settle for any one size for longer than it took for the mouse to acclimate to it. This last spurt, however, was special; not only was Maia fully expecting it, even if she didn’t know when exactly it’d take place, but she was waiting for it. There was no surprise when she felt the warmth, the rising heat in fact, no surprise when her whole form felt as if it was being stretched forcefully, certainly nothing more than a contented grin when, even while sitting down, her head smacked against the ceiling hard enough to leave a dent in the plywood. It didn’t hurt; or rather, it absolutely did, but the serotonin high was such that it didn’t pass through the filter, manifesting only as a slight numbness which was easily ignored. For her height was not the only thing affected, and at long last, Maia’s clothes had finally lost the battle against her size. They had put up a good fight, a surprisingly effective one given that they did manage to alter one aspect of themselves, but there was just too much mouse for them to contain anymore. How could they possibly hope to hold back an ass so wide that it could smother a small bus if Maia sat on it, each cheek so immense that her entire department could probably be squished underneath it, an ass so prodigiously oversized that she felt it rising up her back, turning into a personal throne for her to sit on? How could they stem the tide of a pair of tits of a size so gargantuan that they turned out to spill onto the lap and floor, thoroughly burying Martha before she had any chance of getting away from the avalanche (assuming she even did)? They couldn’t, and this was the entire point of it: her body had become something uncontainable, something that could not, and would not, be hidden away from anyone anymore. Much like with Morgan, it was the sort of frame that would dominate any room, destroy any attire that hoped to keep it modest, and do so without needing a snake to activate it whenever the mouse felt like being big. Thus, with a final set of rips and tears, with the wonderful noise of cloth being torn apart into increasingly thin strips, her skirt and dress shirt reached their breaking point, holding there for just long enough to suggest that they might, possibly, potentially, keep the giant mouse from being fully exposed… before failing entirely. Like a dam bursting, soft mouse curves exploded in every direction, covering cubicle walls for just a moment or two before the pressure broke them entirely, the thin sheets buckling underneath the weight of the side of one of Maia’s breasts, or a portion of a singular asscheek. The entire floor seemed to rumble despite the lack of any actual growth, as if the mere reveal of her true form was enough to cause reality to buckle and bend under the strain of it; much like Maia’s own psyche, as it were, since seeing herself billow outwards in such a manner was enough to get rid of all those pesky remnants of modesty that insisted in nipping at her heels and nagging at the back of her head. To watch herself as she became so much more was all the mouse needed to be reassured that what was happening was real, that she had become a colossus of curves much like the one she always envisioned herself as, and had done so in the one manner which was guaranteed to bring about the best possible reveal. It was theatric, in a way; while it would’ve been nice if her body grew like that over time, or even in a short burst while she was prepared for it, the process was made immeasurably more satisfying by having snuck up on her the way that it did, forcing her to either adapt or perish… or, in her particular case, forcing her coworkers to adapt or perish. To their credit, they took to the change quite well, though it was left to be seen whether it was because they all shared in Maia’s size enthusiasm or they were simply too taken aback by the sight of a fifteen-foot tall mouse giantess with curves so exaggerated she could easily smother most of them without even looking, and a size so immense that she could easily fill an entire bedroom if she wanted to. Her one saving grace was that the office space everyone shared was wide enough for that to not be a problem, at least horizontally; getting up was now impossible without Maia bending her spine ninety degree, which to her was perfectly fine, seeing as that meant she had to crawl around and very conspicuously give everyone a perfect view of her cleavage or titanic rump, depending on which side they were graced by. Indeed, as soon as she figured she was stable, Maia’s face broke out into a wide, not-at-all innocent grin as she slowly leaned forward and squished her tits underneath her, serving as cushions while she readjusted her position; within seconds, and with almost supernatural grace, she was on all fours, Jenkins trapped mercilessly between her two floor-to-ceiling-wide cheeks, with her enormous marshmallow heaven fully on display right beneath her smiling face, trapping her entire department between herself and the back wall. Well, she thought “trapped”; the truth was, anyone could just turn to the side and use that as an escape route, but that wasn’t the way the narrative was meant to be played out. There she was, a giantess posing as an advancing wall, inexorably stealing terrain from a group of little ones who could do little but watch; a role she was playing, sure, but given how eagerly her coworkers got into their rightful places, she wasn’t about to break character either. Step by step, she pulled herself forward, dragging her tits along the ground and causing enough sensory overload that she barely avoided moaning loudly enough to rattle windows; step by step, her nipples so ridiculously stimulated that it was a wonder that they weren’t carving a path through the floor from how hard they were. Step by step, the distances involved were reduced to naught, with Maia on one side, a wall on the other, and her coworkers trapped right in the middle. It was really just a small hop and skip to her smushing them between a rock and a soft place, and indeed, Maia would’ve done just that… had her body not decided to one-up itself for one final time. There was no alteration to her proportions that time around; for whatever reason, it appeared her form was quite happy the way that it was in terms of how thick she happened to be, how blessed her curves were. The rest of it though? Well, there was an entire office space for her to fill, and if that magnifying her overall size for her to fill it, then that was just what had to happen. Did it matter that, in doing so, her tits and ass ended up growing along with her, not just breaking several tiles of false ceiling into pieces but also forcingthe floor to creak and groan ominously beneath her, saved from collapsing entirely purely through luck and prodigious amounts of prayer? Hardly; the important part was getting Maia to bwoompf outwards until she covered about half of the total floor space in her department, effectively remodeling the whole place into a far more pleasing “flattened” aesthetic. How delightful that the very last thing to happen to her was effectively an improved version of the first; Maia chuckled to herself (after recovering from the pleasure high, at least) when she realized that, had her clothes still be on her, they might’ve actually survived that last spurt. Alas, she was stark naked and fully revealed to the world, even if the only people with eyes for her were either stuck between one tit and the back wall, or, in Jenkins’ case, squirming between his boss’ cheeks. As for herself, when her body began cooling down for the first time in a while, Maia came to understand that whatever had been taking place had finally come to an end, even if only a temporary one; she couldn’t discard the possibility that it might happen again, after all. To her side, however, was a distraction: her phone. It took a moment before the mouse noticed that her unfettered growth spurt had actually brought her substantially closer to her personal office than she first assumed, and given the voices shouting from below and above, she could only imagine what she’d hear when picking up the damned ringing thing. For a moment, Maia considered just not answering at all; letting it go to voicemail and then dealing with the consequences later. But when she heard her name being shouted from somewhere above her head, by a voice she unfortunately recognized far too well, the mouse relented, sighed, then very carefully answered the phone by using the very tip of her index and thumb.
“Hello, this is accounting, Maia speaking,” she spoke into the receiver with the sweetest, softest tone she could muster, “who’s this?”
The scream that came down the line was enough to get even the giantess to pull the phone handle away from her, with the sheer, unbridled anger coming in being too much for her to handle.
“-d the floor is collapsing and there’s an ass in the middle of the hallway! Explain this!”
“I had a bit of a woopsie, sir.”
If an aneurysm could be transmitted through sheer silence, Maia’s boss had just succeeded with flying colours. It was telling that, when he spoke again, the tone was significantly quieter, though one could possibly describe it as just downright defeated.
“You’re not getting back down, are you?”
“Probably not, sir.”
“Can I get you to… I dunno, just keep it in accounting? You deviants seem to like this sort of thing.”
Maia chuckled. Sweet victory.
“Of course, sir.”
Some more grumbling followed, with her boss audibly complaining about his lot in life for a few moments before hanging up the phone, prompting the mouse to do the same… before turning to face the many, many happy souls trapped in her cleavage to proudly announce:
“So who’s ready for round two~?”
