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Hoarding Issues (Commission for RuthRedmane)
🕑 Added 2021-05-07 13:59:16 +0000 UTCTAGS: Hoards/Draconic Hoarding, Growth, Hyper, Macro/City Macro, Accidental Destruction
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It was a nice and warm day when Ruth looked up from her computer monitor and was suddenly struck by the realization that she was a dragoness. It seemed like such a simple thought, and yet it was one that for whatever reason had eluded her for a significant portion of her life, and least to the degree that she had just thought of it at that moment: if she was a dragoness, then it stood to reason that she should have a hoard of her own, that’s what… that’s what dragons did, right? They had hoards, vast quantities of shiny things and precious trinkets that they collected for no purpose other than because it looked nice and served as a wonderfully comfortable bed that could be melted down into an ocean worth a city’s own weight in the stuff whenever they were bored. And yet, despite this “fact”, she herself didn’t have any hoard of her own, and that struck her as eminently odd; after all, she was a dragoness, so clearly she should have a hoard of her own.
So she got up and decided to look up, bumbling about in her bedroom looking for any valuables she might have, needing to hold herself back from openly shouting for where her hoard might be. Ruth didn’t quite know why this notion hit her as hard as it did, but for whatever reason it struck her as incredibly important that she start her own hoard if she truly wanted to live the dragoness life to its fullest extent. Sadly, all she’d find would be her credit card and a handful of change, complete with a crumpled-up bank note that she was certain was old enough to have already expired, if that was even possible… and this meant she had to do something about that, because as a dragoness, she of course deserved vast quantities of wealth that she would do nothing but sit on all day looking pretty. Maybe sometimes sharpen her claws on it, that was always a possibility.
With a distinct lack of any precious valuables inside her house, it was thus time to seek out something shiny out there in the big wide world, that she might take it for herself, bring it back to her house and start working on that hoard she’d been missing on. Honestly, it was a wonder how she’d gone so far without sleeping on a literal pile of coins given her draconic heritage; no wonder she sometimes had trouble falling asleep on just a mattress, what she needed was… what did she need again? The front door closed behind her before Ruth could really think about what her plan was, and even then it still took a while before her neurons fired in the correct sequence for her to figure out just how she was supposed to do it without ending up arrested for theft; it wasn’t easy if her plan was to accrue absurd amounts of wealth in a short amount of time, but she was certain that if she just walked up to a bank and asked nicely enough, they’d let her walk into a vault and make herself at home there… and literally so, at that.
So she did. With a smile on her face and a spring to her step, the dragoness stepped out from her apartment building and straight onto the street, not even bothering to open the front door; as much as the landlord kept asking her to please use the actual opening, Ruth consistently forgot that she wasn’t supposed to just go through the glass, seeing as it didn’t even tickle her, much less hurt. Besides, she was just so excited about the prospect of finally getting her very own cave full of goodies that she didn’t even notice when her tail whipped the large glass window with enough strength to smash it into pieces, showering the outside with sparkling shards just moments before she emerged onto the street. With her eyes unfocused and her mind elsewhere entirely, the dragoness barrelled her way through the pedestrians around her, something made significantly easier by virtue of how big she was; plenty of time for people to give her enough of a wide berth that she didn’t accidentally bap them across the street, though her tail was still a bit of an issue, with a few unlucky ones being tangled up in its copious amounts of fluff, swept from their feet never to return to the ground.
Didn’t take long for Ruth to reach the nearest bank, too occupied by her own daydreams to really notice how it wasn’t nearly big enough to have an actual vault; it was little more than a helpdesk with a recognizable brand name, but that didn’t stop her from bending down and unceremoniously crashing through its glass door, causing plenty of screaming to erupt from within as an enormous dragoness emerged from the cloud of razor-sharp debris. The alarm ringing was enough to bring Ruth back down to reality, though her one reaction was to shrug it off as unimportant and then walk towards the nearest counter, doing her best to try and sit down on the provided chair… only to have it collapse underneath her weight on account of not being nearly reinforced enough. Not that Ruth noticed; she still had her tail there to cushion the fall.
“So I have a problem,” she began talking to the terrified clerk cowering behind the desk on the other side, “so, I’m a dragoness, right? So that means I should have a hoard, right? But today I was just, like, thinking to myself that I didn’t have a hoard, so I figured I should do something about it. So uh, I was wondering if you could help me out by opening your vault so I can roost in there for a while before getting more stuff?”
The clerk looked at her with an expression that truly and honestly sold just how confused they were about everything that had transpired in the last minute of their life. Was this some sort of practical joke? An advanced form of robbery, perhaps, where the thief made good use of distractions and sheer confusion to get what they wanted? And what was this talk about a vault, they barely had enough room for filing cabinets, let alone anything bigger… but was she ready to tell that immense dragoness that, with how genuinely they seemed to be relaying this information?
“I mean, it’s ok if you don’t have a lot,” Ruth carried on, wanting to make sure she wasn’t asking for too much, “I was honestly just wanting to see what it was like to have a hoard so I could make plans, you know? So that, if it’s really good, I can just go home, start my own and then see how far I can take it, that sort of thing. So I can take a look at your vault then?”
“... m-ma’am, we don’t have a vault,” the clerk replied, voice shaking.
“Oh.” - Ruth blinked, looking around sheepishly as she tried to readjust her plans with this in mind - “Can I have what’s on your drawers then please? Or wherever you keep your money? It’d mean a lot to me.”
That was it. That was the point where the clerk just gave up completely and decided to give this madwoman exactly what she wanted and nothing more, feeling that it was the only way they’d get rid of her; without taking their eyes off Ruth, the young woman reached for one of the drawers on her side of the table, removed about fifty dollars worth in cash and gently slid it over to where the dragoness was sitting, at which point the latter immediately picked it up, held it close to her chest, and practically jumped to her feet before bounding off towards the street again, giggling maniacally to herself as the first stage in her master plan had finally begun.
It didn’t exactly change much though. Ruth had been expecting some kind of alteration, anything really to indicate that she was well on her way to fulfilling her true destiny as a dragoness now that she had begun her hoard in earnest; after all, she had a few bills that all totaled up to fifty bucks, which was certainly worth… a few coins. Not enough to make a bed out of it, but it was a start! A start, which meant only that she needed to keep going, had to find more wealth to hoard in whatever way she could, and with her not knowing where the nearest next bank was, that could only mean accosting random people on the streets and letting them know what her plan was: she was a dragoness, she was starting her hoard, and she needed their generous contributions in order to make that happen. It was more than just a want at that point, having progressed to a full-blown need now that Ruth was aware that it had to happen; she was just doing what she, as a dragoness, was destined to do, and if that meant pushing someone against a wall and very enthusiastically asking them if they had any pocket change they could spare, then that’s exactly what she was going to do.
The effects were twofold… threefold, if one counted the fact that her pockets were starting to overflow. While at first the consequences of her demanding whatever cash people had lying around were purely psychological, that tiny little voice in the back of her head that had alerted her to the serious lack of a hoard having progressed to egging her on, they would soon overflow into the realm of the physical. She was already quite tall, tall enough that even while moving on a sidewalk normally she made an enormous obstacle out of herself, let alone when she randomly stopped because she saw someone she figured had some wealth she could hoard; this did wonders for her demands, because who really was going to say no to a four-armed dragoness giantess with a tail fat enough to knock cars over and four very gleaming eyes with a manic glint to them? The answer was, surprisingly, a few people, but all it really took to handle those was to pick them up and stuff their face into her cleavage, an act which made it increasingly easy to go through their pockets and dump their contents also into the middle of her tits; it was just easier really, plus it made a wonderful clinking noise whenever she took a stop and those things wobbled all over the place. Were her clothes getting looser?
No matter; everyone around her seemed to be warming up to the idea of giving her what she wanted, so why should she bother about what her clothes were doing? It certainly couldn’t be because Ruth’s indulging in her more primal, draconic instincts had kickstarted a feedback loop that so far, for most of her life, remained thankfully dormant within her, triggering a series of serotonin releases whenever she was either given wealth to hoard or outright took it for herself, leaving her glazy-eyed and half-lidded as the happy juices overwhelmed her ability to really process and understand what was going on around her. She felt slightly colder for a moment, courtesy of her clothes becoming “looser” by virtue of being torn to shreds by her expanding, bulging form, but when the next serotonin hit came around and left her feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, that hardly mattered. Nor did it matter that the sidewalk she was on became so tiny all of a sudden, with her unable to even keep a single foot on it and needing to use the one opposite in order to balance properly and not just block the road; similarly, it was easy to miss how much the buildings on either side of her seemed to be getting closer and closer with each second that passed, and while the amount of coins and notes being thrown at her didn’t really abate, it became oddly difficult to actually pick anything up with her bare hands. Certainly didn’t help that there was a constant waterfall of valuables coming from underneath her cleavage, because no matter how many times Ruth had to bend down to pick up what she dropped, she’d nevertheless put it right back between her tits for safekeeping, triggering further changes and worsening the vicious cycle.
It wouldn’t take too long before the physical changes became too much for her to handle, in the sense that regular currency, the sort that she once pictured whenever she thought of “money”, was no longer enough for her to consider it hoard-worthy. It’d certainly make for a good filling; every good dragoness needed a suitably-sized bed of gold and silver and whatever else coins for her to lie on, but if her only source of wealth for the hoard was whatever people had in their wallets, she was going to be stuck waiting for a long time before getting anywhere. After all, she was a growing girl! She hadn’t always been a growing girl, and in fact was reasonably certain she stopped being a growing girl several years prior after coming out of puberty, but what other explanation was there for the fact that her clothes lay in tatters on the ground, her four arms had to be placed on top of nearby roofs to keep them from wrecking the actual buildings beneath them, and her view of the world was now a very vertical one? She was clearly growing again, and though that shouldn’t be possible, Ruth chose not to question it; if it was happening, then it was supposed to happen, especially with how damned good it felt to have her body surge outwards and upwards, taking up an increasing amount of space in her home city in the process.
A city that, on second thought, might very well be the answer to her dilemma. It was, at the end of the day, a collection of things owned by a wide variety of people, from vehicles to property to legal tender and a whole bunch of random crap that folks had lying around but had forgotten about. All of these, if abstracted just enough, constituted a single category of “things which people owned”, and thus, if they were owned, then they must have some sort of value to people, even if just emotional… and if they were valuable, if they were objects or deeds or whatever else that someone thought was worth something, then it was certainly worth shoving onto her growing hoard! Did it make a whole lot of sense? Doubtful, but then again, Ruth had already grown to encompass a whole road by herself, her tail was blocking at least three different intersections and it was getting hard to bend down and grab lost coinage thanks to how much weight was settling on her bust and butt, seriously compromising her balance; besides there were enough people throwing enough valuables underneath her that she would soon be able to use it as a bed of sorts.
No.
A throne.
Granted, it was going to be difficult to sit on it with how quickly she was outgrowing her environs. Never before had Ruth envisioned herself as being big enough to tower over the apartment block she once lived in, but as soon as she plopped her fat butt on top of it, quite nearly collapsing the whole thing from the weight alone, it all felt… natural. Like she was supposed to be that big, regardless of how much damage it was causing, nevermind the sheer dissonance between herself and all those around her; or, to be more precise, beneath her. She had to take care not to step on any of them, lest they end up stuck to the bottom of her paws, and yet simultaneously had to juggle her intense and almost irresistible need to show off as much as she could, if only because she knew it’d make all the little ones below even happier than they were already. That, while also having to deal with the growth, which was itself beginning to finally seep into her conscious mind after the initial spurt mostly passed her by in her hoarding daze; if previously she’d gone from already large to utterly colossal without even realizing what had happened, now that the growth itself had begun to slow down, Ruth managed to savour it far more… and goodness gracious, was it hard to focus.
Everything about her seemed to be stretching in one way or another, in that perfect way that one stretched out one’s limbs after a night well rested, leaving her brain thoroughly flooded with an endless ocean of endorphins that only became deeper the more she allowed her consciousness to take in what was happening to her. The burgeoning sense of weight, perfectly distributed to complement her curves in a way that’d let her hip-check a skyscraper without even noticing, her scales multiplying as they struggled to keep up with her upward and outward surge, hell, even the fluff on her tail becoming like a small forest in just how much of it there was; not to mention the tail itself, which Ruth had been forced to snake between multiple city blocks already, creating a large trench underneath it as its weight too mounted beyond reason. It wouldn’t take more than a few minutes after this realization before the asphalt cracked along its full length, exposing the water mains underneath only for them to be broken up as well; all the while, the dragoness herself wouldn’t even notice it happening, being too busy with the rest of her growing self: from her breasts, filling up just to cover a generous portion of her torso, to her dumptruck of an ass rising like dough to give her one hell of a personal throne to sit upon, a pair of legs thick enough to strain the limits of the imagination, inviting all those who looked upon them to surrender themselves to their softness and forget about ever experiencing anything else. Even better was how all of this was provided to her, granted piece by piece with every coin, every bank note, every personal trinket, every anything of even the most remote of values that was thrown onto the pile at her feet; it didn’t really matter if Ruth herself had set her sights on something far greater than mere material possessions, or at least the ones that the little ones below considered important, those were still valuables, thus worthy of the hoard. And being worthy of the hoard meant that they made her grow, made her bigger and fuller and thicker and a whole bunch of other adjectives that her lust-addled mind couldn’t really think of properly.
But none of this was important. The whole city, nay, the whole country could forfeit everything they owned and it still wouldn’t be enough to satisfy that itch that Ruth was feeling on the back of her head; not in terms of quantity, obviously, but quality, as the giantess began feeling the need to assert herself over something different than just personal effects. She looked outwards towards the urban jungle, the half-organized jumble of concrete, glass, steel, rebar and whatever else the architects forced the engineers to use, and what she saw… was her hoard. This city, this entire metropolitan area in itself, was hers, if only because Ruth decided that it was. Who was going to tell her otherwise, when her glorious self was already big enough to criss-cross most of her domain in a couple of minutes if she didn’t bother to dodge out of the way of the buildings? Who’s to say she couldn’t unilaterally declare an entire city to be part of her hoard, not even to keep, but purely to claim as her own, quite literally for her own self-satisfaction; it wasn’t meant to be spent or kept around for its value, but purely as a part of her growing draconic hoard, a sentiment that Ruth knew, deep down, was completely nonsensical. But it made her feel hot regardless, made that warmth that had been permeating her so far go up in intensity so much that she almost doubled over; not in pain, but in preparation for an earth-shaking roar, as the dragoness let loose all that pent up energy by opening her arms wide, arching her back forward, throwing her head to the sky and letting loose something that could charitably be described as a lustful moan, one that brought a blush not just to her face, but to those of everyone for miles around.
And as she moaned, as she kept that sound going for far longer than it had any right to, so too did her body go in the same direction, taking the opportunity to express itself in the only way that it knew: growing bigger. With Ruth’s proportions apparently having been decided upon, there still remained the option of becoming even larger overall, and so that’s exactly what her body decided upon doing: over the course of a glorious few moments, too many to count, too little for her taste, Ruth observed as the clouds above her came closer to her, closer still until her head broke through them, until the sounds of frantic, panicked screaming from below grew so dim that she completely forgot she ever heard them in the first place. There was no destruction up there, no wrecked buildings nor flattened cars, no collapsed foundations where her tail grew too big and heavy for the ground to hold it; up there in the clouds, with the cold wind blowing through her hair, Ruth knew only peace, her eyes closed as she breathed in deeply and savoured in the knowledge that she was finally, at long last, content.
… for about five seconds. Then she opened her eyes again.
It was almost impressive how high up she was, almost because there was very little left of Ruth’s conscious mind after the beating it received from her own pleasure centers. There was naught but id there anymore, nothing but that once-tiny voice shouting at her to get her hoarding game on now being louder than it ever had been, overpowering her better judgement to the point where the giantess couldn’t help but grin a toothy grin, flashing her chompers off to whoever might see them from down below; she couldn’t even make out individual people anymore, all the tiny ones blending together into one indescernible mass, a crowd that, despite everything, was still trying to make their adoration well known, still hoping that the titaness gave them more of her presence. And Ruth felt that, the impact of the worship itself, worming its way into parts of her mind that it had never once seen, opening her defences one by one until there was nothing left to stand up to the onslaught of happy juice secreted in such vast quantities that it practically overflowed from her mouth. Sure, that was just her regular ink, but it really did feel like her very mind was running over, tongue lolling out as the endorphins took her over and Ruth forfeited the ability to think coherent thoughts for the sake of being able to enjoy things on a level never before seen.
This had the rather unfortunate effect of creating a flooding hazard for the tiny ones far down below, where her ankles were about level with the rooftops, because the dragoness wasn’t just going to hold back for no reason anymore. Sure, if she met someone or saw something that gave her enough of a justification to stop indulging so hard, she would (or at least that’s what she told herself), but until such a thing were to show itself? Well, there was nowhere to go but up, nowhere else to be than right there and right then, her mind blanking out, her body still growing as she looked around herself and decided that, if the city could be made to become her personal hoard, then why not literally everything else? She was already big enough to be able to see for miles and miles around, enough that a single droplet of her inky drool was enough to create serious issues for whatever poor city block happened to be in its way when it splashed onto the Earth, and this wasn’t getting any better either; in fact, the more Ruth looked around herself, the more she accepted this notion that no one could really stop her from just unilaterally claiming the entirety of what she saw for herself, the more her drooling intensified, until it became a thick curtain of ink, a waterfall (inkfall) coating not just the ground down below, but herself as well.
It felt… warm. Very warm, in fact, and quite sticky at that, enough that Ruth suddenly found that a lot of it was actually holding onto her rather than flowing down as gravity demanded; a lot of it, the more she looked at it, enough that the dragoness figured that perhaps it was best to close her mouth and make the flow stop. That would be a great idea, perhaps the best in that situation, indeed… so why was it that she couldn’t do it? Why, curiously, was she unable to shut her jaw and stop the ink from freely falling in ever-bigger globs onto her enormous self, onto the ground far down below, leaving her completely covered in thick, black gunk that she couldn’t wipe clean from herself? Why, oh why, did it have to be so deliciously comfortable, and soft, and hot to the touch, and so melty that if she ever tried to snatch a handful of it then it’d just stick to her palm and worsen the contamination? Why did she feel like she was melting in her own ink, with it pouring from her mouth in such quantities that should be impossible, running over her like a tide, enveloping her like a cocoon? And why did it have to feel so good, so irresistible, enough that the one instinct that remained within her mind was to scoop up as much of it as she could and just smear it all over herself, that the warmth might spread even faster? All questions that Ruth should be asking, yet really, really wasn’t, having long-since surrendered her ability to think conscious thoughts to the unending pleasure of living in the moment; why bother to consider reasons when she could let the ink win, when she could just let it run over her engorged form and leave her completely covered in a shiny sheen of purest, smoothest black? It even complemented that new red glare in her eyes, gave her that extra scary factor should anyone dare to stop her from declaring dominion over the planet; because really, was there any other way to go from there?
Ruth gave herself a look, raising one of her larger hands up to her face in order to inspect its new coating of inky skin. It was almost sinfully soft to the touch, far better than velvet, and it invited her to run all four of her paws over as much of her sensitive self as she could; the sensations were such that they overloaded her ability to even breathe properly… not that she’d need that anymore. With her head so close to the upper atmosphere already, closer still with each passing moment and every unconscious decision to claim more of the planet for herself, she should have been unable to function thanks to the lack of oxygen, but what was breathing to a goddess such as herself? No point bothering with such petty, silly nonsense when she had a whole globe to traverse, all while rubbing every inch of herself down with her hands while doing so, letting loose loud, long moans that gurgled and warbled through the thick ink still falling from her as she continued to salivate at the prospect of having a planet-sized hoard; hell, having a whole planet for a hoard! In fact, why even bother waiting? Her previous claim over a city had proven that, if nothing else, all it took was for her to decide something was hers for it to be added onto the growing list of stuff that constituted her personal collection, so really, all she needed to do was… decide the Earth was hers. Who was going to stop her? No one, that’s who.
And if no one was there to stop her, then who’s to say she couldn’t then use the planet itself as the throne upon which to lie? Ruth was certainly big enough that she needed a lot of geography to use as a bed, and with the ink having taking so much of her energy out of her, leaving only a perpetual need to rub herself until she couldn’t think anymore, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when the giantess collapsed, taking out a large chunk of land in the process and triggering a quake that would be felt across the world, coupled with a moan loud enough to break the sound barrier. Soon enough she’d have two hands on her breasts and two more between her legs, ready to reap the fruits of her labour in a way that would make it everyone else’s problem but hers. There she lay, a titan, big enough to be seen from space, still getting bigger as her sheer size was enough to attract attention and adoration from millions of errant souls who all flocked to get as close to her as possible; she’d eventually need to settle down, consolidate her gains and work towards making herself into a truly divine figure, the dragoness who hoarded the whole planet.
But, for the time being, she had herself to attend to. And the climax would be the most explosive one of her life yet,
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