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Life of the Party (Commission for DesertScales)
🕑 Added 2020-11-05 16:38:06 +0000 UTCTAGS: Hyper, Voluptuous, Expansion, Growth, Mini-Giantess
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“Office is organizing a get-together for Halloween; make sure to bring your own compressor bring padding so you can fit in and make sure you don’t get hip-checked whenever you get too close. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself just because other people can’t see where you’re going :3c
Next Sunday, 9PM, Jim from Accounting’s house. See you there~”
There was some sort of poetic justice in her invitation having those words crossed out, along with the smiley face and the obvious attempt at teasing written in what was unmistakably Ashley’s style; the lizard couldn’t help but crack a smile at the attempted poking at her “undersized” body, a secret that she had kept so well-hidden that sometimes even Aleksi herself forgot that what she showed to the world wasn’t her true self. Such was the price to pay when one wore a compressor at pretty much every hour of every day; it was like glasses, except capable of far greater destruction should she ever forget about it or it broke somehow, and honestly? The danger was part of the excitement… when she remembered it was even there, of course. Most of the time the liz just went about her daily life without worrying too much about things, which is exactly why going to a party like that was something she couldn’t pass up on.
Working at a company that catered almost exclusively to customers of a hyper persuasion, it wasn’t a surprise that a significant chunk of her coworkers were either hyper themselves, or just insanely above-average thanks to bodymodding and genetic enhancers; Aleksi remained as the sole exception in her entire department, and received no end of friendly ribbing from her colleagues as a result. It was all in good fun, and quite frankly the lizard loved every second of it because she knew, deep down, just how wrong they all were; she could easily tower above anyone that ever talked to her, and if it weren’t for her own self-restraint, she would be the one making quips at everyone else’s expense.
It was for this reason that she decided that her costume for that year would be the most nondescript, low-effort piece of garbage possible, to go in line with both everyone’s expectations, and to play along with what her coworkers would be doing; the last time she attended a company Halloween party, Aleksi was the only person to actually put some actual thought into her costume. It cost her a pretty penny, got a few compliments, and then rotted away in the back of her closet for who knows how long; that year though, that year she’d be going in the most generic “sexy witch” outfit she could find, and dabbing some red paint on her scales too for good measure, really play into the “covenant hag” aesthetic she didn’t have the patience to properly prepare for. Her lack of care paid off the moment she parked her car outside the host’s house, noticing how everyone else had gone for a similar approach. The costumes were only there to semi-legitimize the get-together as anything other than an opportunity to get drunk off pumpkin vodka shots and consume copious amounts of overly-sugary punch, all while making outrageous comments about their bosses to people that would actually listen for once.
As usual, Aleksi slipped off to the snack table and prepared to spend a whole night slowly getting wasted before inevitably doing something she’d regret later, like getting on stage to sing a horrible rendition of “Spooky Scary Skeletons” that would circle around the whole office’s phones for the next decade or two; if she was lucky, she’d just end up flirting with someone while everyone else heard them loudly enough to join in, and then it’d be a repeat from three years prior when they all got together and had a great fun time inside of a locked bedroom whose furniture they had to pay repairs for. Alternatively, maybe things would just proceed as planned, leaving everyone feeling immensely unsatisfied once morning hit and the hangovers murdered everyone’s ability to function for several hours. Good times all around, and Aleksi was already giggling to herself thinking about the possibilities.
In the meantime, she got busy taking a couple of sandwiches from their plates and scarfing them down, before grabbing a whole plate of pumpkin spice lattés and making a show of pretending to be distributing them amongst the party-goers while slowly downing them all herself. It was a good enough substitute for the vodka shots, at least until the bell struck eleven times or so; getting drunk before that point was just utterly depressing, even if several of her coworkers were already busy going down that path.
From her place of comfort, down below the sight of anyone she might bump into, Aleksi got a good view of her friends and acquaintances while trying to find Ashley. It was amazing how there wasn’t a single lithe person inside that room; they all ran the gamut from “too big not to notice” to “how do they even get through doors?” and everything in between, courtesy of the company offering generous subsidies to anyone wanting to undergo hyperfication procedures or those already blessed by the gene. As a result, it wasn’t uncommon for new hires to be perfectly regularly-sized individuals on their first day, before slowly growing outwards to fill doorways and struggle to sit on chairs. In that regard, Aleksi was very much an anomaly, having remained at her diminutive size over her stay at accounting, being so tiny that one of her pet names was to simply be called a kobold instead of a lizard. She liked it, and quite a lot at that, once more because she knew very well how wrong it was, and savoured each moment where her coworkers “bullied” her over her lack of size.
“If only you knew,” she thought to herself, oftentimes failing to contain a smile, “then you’d see.”
But she’d never show them, she was much too embarrassed about it to do so. As much as Aleksi adored the charade, actually putting herself on full display was out of the question entirely; the lizard had always been less than enthused about how excited puberty acted around her, to the point where a few of her worst memories involved having to go shopping while wearing tarps, because nothing else seemed to fit. Those were the bad days, and she had no intention of re-living them; hence why Aleksi wore a compressor everywhere she went. She had bought an extra-strength one precisely so her body would be forced to become as tiny as possible; for someone who easily went past eight feet in height, being as much of a shorty as she was on a regular basis was kind of its own fantasy. A weird one, but a fantasy regardless.
As the night carried on and people became progressively unable to hold their inhibitions in check, the crowd began to thin out after the party-goers found their own spots around the house to enjoy their time with their very close friends, a few of them actually engaging in conversation before moving onto other, more carnal pursuits. Aleksi had fallen in with another group of accountants that were alongside her friend Ashley, a panda gal whose assets were best described as being both body-obscuring and so loud that they were somehow audible even over the background music; it was a wonder they weren’t leaking all over the place, though the cloth squares taped to her practically-exposed nipples (costume, sure) were probably the reason. She and her friends had been discussing some random nonsense regarding Brad from the marketing department, and how his boss walked in on him looking up male fertility enhancers on his company computer… enhancers belonging to a rival company. It was the subject of much ridicule and merriment, especially when Brad himself joined in and began poking fun at himself, but no one could deny the results weren’t spectacular; guy was dragging his junk along on the floor and he wasn’t even hard!
It was during this conversation that Aleksi picked up on something, a passing comment that no one seemed to pay much attention to: Ashley off-handedly mentioned that someone said the punch was spiked, which she claimed was utterly absurd, followed quickly by her friends agreeing with her and nodding mindlessly. The lizard, for all that she liked keeping herself in check, did have a few shots in her already, reducing her ability to think things through properly; the moment she heard about the punch being tampered with, her mind began racing with the possibilities, ranging from the positively mundane to the fantastical. All of them, however, had the exact same basis: that bowl of drink was going to make her bigger.
Aleksi’s compressor being such a high-grade piece of equipment, it spent most of its time only at half-capacity, with the lizard having deliberately bought it at that size just in case something unexpected happened, like a random growth spurt or third puberty sneaking up on her like it did with so many of her friends. She knew, then, that any growing she could realistically go through in the timespan of a single night would be easily contained by her compressor trinket, allowing her to enjoy herself before heading back home and enjoying herself. It wasn’t a plan so much as a fever dream brought to life, by her standards at least, but it was something to go off of; Aleksi excused herself to head to the bathroom, before taking a detour to the snack table and filling a large glass from the punch bowl.
The drink was so sugary it practically burned her tongue, forcing the lizard to wince as the godawful substance hit her taste receptors so hard they overloaded and shut down for a few seconds; a small price to pay for the ability to grow, even if she’d regret it after the cloudy haze of alcohol lifted from her mind. Unfortunately for her, and fortunately for everyone else, nothing actually happened; no matter how hard she emptied her glass, her body remained much the same as it always was, leading to the lizard reprimanding herself for ever having thought that such a ridiculous fantasy could be made true. Of course the punch wasn’t magical growth juice; what was she thinking?!
The sudden realization was bad enough that the liz did actually slink away to the bathroom, hoping to clear up her mind by splashing some water onto her snoot, only to find a rather curious sight waiting for her on the other side of the door. It was Rebecca, one of her friends who worked in the document repository… but she was different somehow. The rabbit had always been rather well-endowed, especially below the waist, and was never shy about it; not a day went by at work that she didn’t hip-check someone against a table or onto a chair, and her choice of attire always hugged her curves a bit too much for it to be properly decent. But that night, she was… larger? Perhaps it was just her costume, what with it being so tight it practically looked spray-painted on, but that smile on her face looked to be even wider than usual, and Aleksi could swear that her friend was having trouble getting her enormous ass through the door… though admittedly, it was hard to get a good bead on it after she was unceremoniously knocked onto the ground by a colossal hip slamming into her chest; at least Rebecca was polite enough to apologize for that.
Was she wrong? Was the punch spiked and her bun friend had just found that out? Or perhaps she had simply sojourned to the bathroom in order to apply a temporary bodymod to herself… that seemed to be more likely, though the possibility that the growth juice might be real was too delicious for Aleksi to ignore it. A couple of splashes of water later and she was back in the living room, eyeing the party-goers for any sign that something, anything might be out of the ordinary. And she got it; in fact, the more she looked, the more she saw it: other people were definitely getting bigger.
Now, this was either a consequence of her drinking too much, or the growth juice was actually a thing, and seeing as how she didn’t get any bigger, then it had to be the former… but never before in her life had Aleksi gotten so hammered that people around her began to grow thicker in all the right places while nothing else was affected; she could walk straight, see straight, even avoid bumping into rotund asses and immense packages with ease, so whatever was causing her to see things was also leaving the rest of her about as lucid as she could be after about four vodka shots… unless she wasn’t seeing things. Unless what she saw in front of her was actually happening, and people around her were actually becoming larger versions of themselves. The liz turned to face the immense punch bowl, indeed confirming that it was half-empty, and again her mind raced with the possibility that it just might be true; after all, everyone else at that party had gone through that drink at least once, so obviously if they were all being affected by something, it had to be the common denominator. So why hadn’t she grown at all?
Clearly, it must be because of a lack of drink in her. As much as it pained Aleksi to have to taste that terrible, overly sugary concoction again, she had to try it, for herself, for her growth, her drunk mind demanded it! Gone were the concerns over showing her true self or how much that would ruin the carefully crafted illusion she had propped up over the years, or how bursting free from her compressor would inevitably lead to people thinking it was just the punch, when in reality she was already bigger than all of them. All that the lizard could see were people walking around with their soft flesh bulging out from clothes that barely fit them, overflowing breasts and huge asses and cocks and balls that strained the limits of what could even be considered decent. It wasn’t that far off from her usual experience, but it was clearly there, and it made sense given her encounter back in the bathroom; as the one to dominate them all, it was only fair that Aleksi be the (literally) largest beneficiary of this magical growth concoction.
But still it refused to give her what she deserved. Another glass was downed and another sugar crash was withstood, and nothing happened to her at all, not even the slightest inkling of her clothes getting tighter or her shoes ripping underneath the onslaught of her growing claws. Even a second glass wasn’t enough, leaving the lizard feeling increasingly frustrated at the lack of results, until finally she gave up altogether and went back to where Ashley and her friends were sitting down. This was… a bad idea.
All four of them were holding glasses in their hands, containing the same terribly-tasting mixture that Aleksi herself had just gorged on, and were happily discussing things of no consequence while occasionally taking sips. The group was already noticeably larger than before, enough that the lizard was suddenly very aware of how much they knew it was happening; her friends would occasionally look down at themselves, biting their lips or at times outright licking them, before returning to the conversation as if nothing was happening. They were ignoring the obvious growth, even when their tits began to billow outwards from their barely-fitting bras and their pants began to ride down their thickening legs, almost fully exposing their plush bottoms… but they very clearly knew that it was there, otherwise they wouldn’t be giving Aleksi those kinds of stares.
“Bet you’d love some of this, huh?” they seemed to say, mocking her, “Bet you’d love to be this big.”
“The punch really is spiked,” they seemed to tell her, promising so many things and yet withholding all of them at the same time, “you’re just too small to experience it.”
Aleksi felt like crying, but knew that she had to hold strong; if not for her dignity, then she wouldn’t have anything, and besides, maybe they’d respect her more if she didn’t cave in to the peer pressure. Who knew, perhaps the true secret for the growth everyone was experiencing was being deliberately kept from her, and she just had to earn it somehow; that sounded like something her coworkers would do to her, cruel as it might be, unknowing of how little their bodies actually mattered when compared to Aleksi’s own. She felt like screaming, but knew better than to do so; no point making a scene before her compressor broke, after all… assuming it ever did.
The next hour or so was spent in conversation with a group of people who were very clearly having the time of their lives teasing Aleksi about how small she was, entirely ignorant of the truth of the matter. Mixing the punch with some of the stronger stuff, their own inhibitions began to falter, resulting in them eventually dropping the charade completely and openly bragging about how one of their own friends had given them a temporary genemod solution that could be diluted in drinks, and how they’d deliberately spiked the punch bowl so everyone at the party could enjoy it. Surprisingly though, their tone changed after they admitted to this, with Ashley being openly apologetic about how the drink didn’t seem to do anything to the lizard; part of the reason why she agreed to go through with such a potentially dangerous plan was precisely so Aleksi could feel what it was like to be big for once in her life, potentially even big enough that she saw how everyone else lived normally. A misguided attempt at empathy, but a genuine one, so much so that the lizard couldn’t avoid shedding a couple of tears when the group hug ensued, though most of those were encouraged by the copious amounts of alcohol in her system.
Apologies showered onto her while Aleksi continuously reminded them that everything was fine and they didn’t have to worry, while the hug just got tighter and tighter with each inch of soft curves that was added to their bodies, a result of them having downed the last third or so of their glasses in one go. Eventually, poor Aleksi was buried underneath a small mound of breastflesh and soft, padded belly… and it honestly couldn’t get better; that was most likely the drink doing most of the talking, but she could stand to stay there, underneath such a warm pile of pudginess, at least for a couple more hours. It was with a sigh and a frown that her friends all scrambled to get off of her, with the lizard having to exercise a non-insignificant amount of willpower to keep herself from demanding they keep smothering her. Thankfully, there was something else to hold her attention: the punch bowl.
Now that Aleksi had confirmation that the drink was tainted, she needed to have more of it, and considering there was still a good third left, there was no reason not to go overboard and down as much of the stuff as she could stomach (which, given how much alcohol was in her, probably wasn’t that much); if it had a bodymodding agent mixed into it, then it had to have an effect on her, so clearly she just needed more of it. Maybe her naturally-large body prevented it from working properly, that made sense… or perhaps the sudden display of apologetic sadness was all part of the ruse, a long con meant to lull her into a false sense of security so she could be set up for the true prank down the line. Whatever the case may be, Aleksi practically ran over to the punch bowl and dunked her glass into it, too drunk to care about basic hygiene, too hungry and thirsty for size to think twice about what she was doing. The sugar was still powerful, the burn still there, and just like before, her body remained as lithe and insignificant as it could possibly be, even after three full glasses.
What was happening to her? Everyone else at the party was carrying around sets of breasts of immense size and butts that jiggled so much with every step that they never stopped, to say nothing of hips, thighs and nuts that got stuck in doorways, so why was her body refusing to grow out at all? What was so special about her that the growth juice refused to take root in her physical form? Why, why, why?!
Another glass, another drink, another sugar rush making her woozy and unable to focus properly. No result. Yet another, and another, and now Ashley was next to her, taking the glass from her hand and telling her to stop before she hurt herself. Her worried face looked down at Aleksi from its brand new height, with the lizard’s dear friend having reached a good seven feet, only exacerbating the difference between the two. It was enough to make Aleksi start sobbing, the veil of drunkenness making it harder for her to control herself; for a second or two, the liz genuinely considered just shutting off her compressor and allowing her true self to shine through, but even as drunk as she was, Aleksi knew better than to do that. But if not her true size, then what? Having to sit there and watch as everyone else got even larger but she didn’t? Denying herself that pleasure even when all of her friends, acquaintances and assorted coworkers were giving into it? Why was she doing that to herself? Why in blazes had she spent so long keeping her true self hidden away from the world? It felt downright… unnecessary.
Her hand was getting closer to the compressor trinket she kept on her person, a small bracelet that clung tightly to her wrist. She was getting ready to turn it off, to show everyone what she was really like, when she saw something weird: a light that had never been on. Aleksi’s quizzical expression was so obvious that Ashley, now looking at the same spot that the lizard was, asked what was wrong with her jewelry, a question that Aleksi ignored when she poked the damned thing with her finger. Suddenly, the blinking light shone even brighter, projecting a small hologram directly above it: a flat screen with a simple, if utterly terrifying message.
“WARNING: LIMIT CAPACITY REACHED. EXCESS GROWTH DETECTED. PLEASE TURN DEVICE OFF.”
The lizard’s reaction was twofold. Internally, she was screaming with the kind of pure, childish glee that only someone who was just given their life’s dream on a silver platter could truly experience; she was growing, the punch did work, and now her true self was even larger than before… even if only temporarily! On the other hand, now her compressor was reaching its breaking point, Aleksi didn’t have any spares, and thus her options were limited: either run home and hide from everyone, or embrace what was about to happen and have fun with the proceedings. Caught between a rock and a hard place, the liz compromised by bolting off towards the bathroom, leaving Ashley behind to question just what had happened in front of her before running after her friend, only to find the door had been locked from the inside. The poor gal, so drunk that she could barely see straight, was forced to sober up from the panic alone, banging her fist against the door and loudly demanding she be let inside, to no avail.
Inside the empty bathroom, Aleksi was trying to keep her composure long past the point where she’d given it up for the sake of indulging in her growth mania. Looking back, it made perfect sense for her not to have grown out at all, though how exactly she forgot she had a compressor on was still anyone’s guess… though probably the alcohol if she had to gamble on it. Looking down at her trinket, the warning light was still blinking, the rhythm getting faster as its ability to keep her at her diminutive size was strained to the breaking point and beyond. Already the lizard could feel as her clothing began to get tighter all over, the fabric being ripped apart with long, drawn-out noises that filled the air with the promise of overflowing flesh and bulging assets. She looked at herself in the mirror, watching in awe as her frame moved upwards into view, occupying progressively more of the reflexive surface until finally the top of her head broke free from it. The ceiling approached at a quick pace, her hands were starting to crack the sink from how hard she was holding onto it, and the clothes that were once so loose around her now hung in tatters over her shoulders and arms.
And yet she still had the compressor on. In fact, it was still working, she knew that it was; what Aleksi was experiencing, at long last, was the spillage that she’d been looking for ever since taking the first sip of tainted punch, except now she was also acutely aware of just how much was being hidden away by her compressor, ready to burst free from its confinement and show off to the whole world. And while the lizard might once have seen this as a dreadful turn of events, now it was harder for her to rationalize her own desires away; if in vino veritas still applied, then clearly she wanted to be seen that way, and everything else was just an excuse her non-drunk mind made up to make her feel better about denying her own urges for no good reason. After all, if everyone else around her was perfectly fine with growing too much for their own clothes, and some of them weren’t even that drunk at all, then why was she so preoccupied over what they might think of her doing the same? It felt downright silly.
“Aleksi?” Ashley called out from outside, “Aleksi please, come out! Everyone’s worried and there are people wanting to use the bathroom too, come on!”
Ah, Ashley, wonderful Ashley. Such a good friend, always willing to include her, always happy to have the lizard around, even if half the time it was an excuse to poke fun at her height or lack of curves. So eager to share them that she went so far as to taint a punch bowl purely so that her good friend of many years could finally enjoy themselves and feel what it was like to be big for one night. How little did she know of the truth, how little did she understand what kind of fire she was playing with. Aleksi could barely contain a smile as she ripped the mirror from the wall, holding it out at arm’s length in order to inspect the damage to her body: at least as tall as the room itself was, slightly more toned and with a bit more breast and ass to grab, but still nothing too special, not in comparison with what she knew she had within herself. There was no point remaining inside the bathroom though; the living room had a higher ceiling and was thus the perfect spot for her to truly go wild with removing her compressor. Besides, it gave her an opportunity to show off to everyone when she finally opened the door… or removed it off its hinges, the damage she was doing not really registering in a mind that was now drunk with both alcohol and lust.
The crowd assembled on the other side gasped in both shock and terror at the sight, at the sudden emergence of a grand Aleksi, one so enormous that almost half of her body was hidden away above the doorframe, from whence came the most devilish of giggling. The lizard forcing her way through to the other side was anything but the Aleksi that they remembered, towering over everyone and having to slightly bend over just to avoid bumping her head against the ceiling every time they took a step. Their shiny teeth on full display thanks to their wide grin, more smug than anything else, the amazonian liz didn’t even bother asking people to get out of the way, instead opting to hip-check them onto the ground whenever they got too close. Not that anyone really did anything about it; a few even went so far as to deliberately approach her just to make sure that her body was as soft as it looked like, their faces frozen in a dreamy expression after they received their confirmation. With the whole house hearing every step that Aleksi took, it was no wonder that by the time she emerged into the living room, most of everyone was already there waiting for her, gasps spreading throughout the crowd when they got a good look at what sort of mini-giantess she was now.
Little did they know that what they were seeing was only the start of it all, a larval stage if one will, hiding the true potential hidden inside of that curvaceous lizard they were unashamedly admiring. Aleksi brought a hand to her wrist, caressing it gently; the compressor trinket was designed to expand itself should the need arise, but the closer it got to its limit, the harder it was for it to fit snugly. It dug into her skin, her hand already tingly from the lack of circulation, thus making it a necessity for Aleksi to take it off herself… but after doing so, there would be no turning back. The lizard held her fingers on the lock, taking one final moment to wonder if she should really do what she was planning to; though her coworkers would probably assume it was the result of the tainted punch at first, there would be no going back afterwards, not when they compared her size to theirs and realized something was absolutely off. Removing the compressor meant revealing her true self to the world… and frankly, she was out of excuses not to do so.
With a click, the bracelet was removed, falling to the ground and shattering almost instantly from how brittle it had become, shards of it spreading in every direction and momentarily distracting onlookers before the true show began. Without anything to hold it back, Aleksi’s body was free to grow outwards in every direction, free to finally become everything it was meant to be, after years upon years of self-denial and undue restraint. Finally it could reach towards the elevated ceiling of the living room, breezing past the ten-foot mark and beyond, free to plump up her already-shapely rear and flare out her thighs, free to add plush to her hips until they were softest set of pillows one could ever hope to lay their head on… and free to give her breasts the boost they finally needed, with each mound inflating until they were easily as big as her head, right before they kept going, only stopping once they covered most of her chest and stopped just short of going below the waist; coincidentally, this gave everyone behind her a magnificent view of her backboob, enough to send most people there flying to the ground as they were struck by a strong and sudden case of arousal overload.
For Aleksi though, this was what she lived for, this release that she had denied herself for so long. Now that she had it, now that it was out there in the world, it felt ridiculous for her to have spent so much time and energy trying to avoid it; looking at those faces in the crowd, staring at her like she was some sort of wondrous piece of modern art, it was easy to forget that she was entirely naked, and perhaps that was the reason they were all staring. Her friends and coworkers knew her as Aleksi, the diminutive, ‘bold-like lizard from accounting who really liked watching terrible movies and made a mean popcorn whenever she felt like it, always one to avoid large upgrades, always one to deny the use of company-provided enhancers. And now there she was, bigger than all of them, big enough to have to hunch over even with the higher ceiling, allowing her immense breasts to hang heavily beneath her, swinging ponderously and inviting any who would be bold enough to come and have a squeeze. Not that anyone did; they were too busy being awestruck.
“You know, I have to say, it’s been such a nice, pleasant time knowing all of you,” Aleksi spoke up, her voice booming, dominant, and yet oddly melodious at the same time, “and honestly, I appreciate the attempt at cheering me up, but… I think you can see that it wasn’t really necessary.”
She turned to face Ashley, who by that point had taken a few tentative steps towards her, being careful not to overstep her bounds, and flinching backwards just as soon as the lizard laid eyes on her… and for good reason too, considering Aleksi swooped down to grab her and then unceremoniously shoved her straight into her own bosom, bringing her hands to the sides of her tits and squeezing her now-smaller friend in her cleavage. Not enough to hurt, just enough to knock the wind out of her sales (quite literally, given how hard it was to breathe in there) before dropping her back on the ground underneath her.
“And you… well, I could go on and on Ashley, but frankly?” - Aleksi’s words were honeyed, to give her friend a false sense of security before she collapsed, letting her ample bust smush the panda gal, who was already experiencing something akin to a perpetual state of climax - “I think this speaks for itself, doesn’t it? Now, excuse me, I think I need to leave before the building comes crashing down on me; I’m feeling a bit cramped, if you know what I mean.”
Everyone knew what she meant, and though it was obvious what was about to happen, even Jim couldn’t bring himself to complain about his house getting wrecked. In just a few seconds, Aleksi had gotten back on her feet and walked towards the front door, barreling through two walls before emerging from the facade into the great outdoors, giving the suburbs she now loomed over something to think about. Similar parties going on in nearby houses had to stop just so they could watch the giantess approaching them, with a few of the tiny ones loudly proclaiming how amazing their neighbor’s holograms were; they were the first to be shown how wrong they were, either via tit-smothering or having the nearest lamppost be hip-checked into oblivion. The old liz was no longer in there, or rather, had been relegated to a small corner in the back of her head; the new Aleksi was in charge now, the amazon who relished in the opportunity to show her body off and let people cream themselves at the sight. It was the best gift she could’ve given herself, even if she knew the surge in size was only temporary. That alone was the only thing that soured her excitement: knowing that, come the dawn, she’d be back to merely being large enough to dominate a room, rather than a whole house.
But at least now she was free to show off properly. Free to go to work wearing the most revealing of clothes while proclaiming innocence; after all, she’d always been that big. And who knew?
Maybe someone had some spare punch.
