mavortheturnip
patreon
Not Again... (Commission for BlankDrgn)
🕑 Added 2020-07-08 21:47:52 +0000 UTC“Oh goodness, those were the third ones just today…”
The sounds of fabric ripping filled the air as soon as Blank tried to pull his shorts up, succeeding only in making a further mess of the floor rather than covering himself up. It had been some time since he’d experienced a growth spurt of that size overnight, even longer since it had affected all of him rather than just a specific part; wouldn’t be surprising if it wasn’t even over, though the dragon thought it best not to worry too much about that, lest he make it happen through bad luck alone.
What mattered was getting into the bathroom in order to empty out before starting the day. Not only did he have to deal with the regular morning madness, but the production that came with suddenly jumping up several sizes; it wasn’t all that bad, being able to move out of bed and yet not having his immense balls shift a single bit, but actually moving from place to place suddenly became a lot harder than he wanted it to be. Poor durg had to forcefully squeeze every inch out of a tired body, unable to do more than drag himself a fraction of the way to his goal before having to stop and rest.
Half an hour it took him before he crossed the doorframe into the bathroom, and another five minutes just to heave his package onto the bathtub, hoping beyond hope that its enhanced, fortified drains would be able to deal with the tidal wave of cum that was about to bear down on them. Wouldn’t be the first time they got clogged, or the second… or fifth… and they hadn’t been tested properly for extra-large emissions, so it was quite likely they’d suffer some kind of malfunction…
… but, it’s not like he could just carry on with his day like that. He had to do something!
Thankfully, he was always an easily excitable young dragon, even more so whenever he went through one of those weird growing moods his body insisted on imposing onto him. Just a couple of minutes of very vigorous, enthusiastic rubbing, coupled with using his whole body to satisfy that immense manhood standing proud in front of him, were enough to get him going… which is to say he suddenly remembered that he’d grown far too big to simply aim down, thus leading to a large section of the bathroom wall getting a fresh coat of paint that would need to be scraped off later. Only after several minutes of continuous loads did Blank manage to push himself far enough to actually start filling the tub, as opposed to literally everywhere else, after which it was smooth sailing for another ten or so minutes until he was fully drained.
Distressingly enough, this didn’t really make him all that much smaller; he was already having to carry his nuts behind him, the heavy cum tankers being about half as tall as he was, but even after fully emptying them out… they were just almost half as tall as he was, and still weighty enough that he couldn’t really put them back where they were supposed to go. Even his rod refused to calm down, returning to a flaccid state that was far, far too big for his liking. How was he supposed to walk around town when he could barely even cover himself?!
… well, it’s not like he had a choice there, did he?
Heading back into his room, and finding the door to be practically as tight going back in as it had been coming out, the only thing Blank could do was grab the biggest pair of shorts he had left and waste another half an hour putting them on as delicately as he could. The end result was… adequate. Not exactly good, since it did nothing but force his cock to bend slightly downwards while leaving it completely exposed to anyone looking in from the side… or front… but it was something. Not a lot, but… something.
Meanwhile, and despite his best efforts, he still couldn’t slap anything over his nuts, meaning he was doomed to another day of awkward explanations until he could drain himself back down to a more manageable size. At the very least, his packet of condoms were still stretchy enough to fit over his engorged tip; it left Blank feeling wary and incredibly apprehensive when the first of the rubber balloons began filling up at an astoundingly fast rate, leading the dragon to reconsider the idea of leaving the rest of the pack in his house.
Best… place that somewhere in a shirt pocket, he was definitely going through a very productive phase.
Finding something to wear above the waist and making sure he had everything ready took just as long as it usually did, and yet when Blanked moved to leave the room, he found himself dragging a far larger weight than usual, and not just the kind that was attached to him. Looking back, it was with no end of surprise and a certain modicum of horror that the durg saw the condom he’d attached to himself such little time before had already filled up enough to drag against the floor, easily competing with one of his nuts for sheer size! All he could do was… stare, in utter disbelief, not quite believing that his pre leakage alone could’ve done something like that in such a short timeframe.
… and yet, there it was, clear as a murky day.
Much as he was quick on the draw in changing condoms, it still wasn’t enough to prevent some of his fluids from flowing onto the floor when he removed the first one; the “water” damage alone was worse than anything Blank had seen before, and promised to make that day something truly special. Thinking it was best not to dwell too much on it, he waddled over to the kitchen, grabbed some toast, and then hurried down the stairs as fast as his immense weight allowed him.
The trip down the stairs, as was normal for him, was a grueling task that constantly reminded him of why he woke up every day at seven in the morning despite only needing to leave at nine. It being impossible for him to move without having to carry his overstuffed orbs behind his legs, tucked away nicely so his knees wouldn’t bump into them too hard, he had to exercise caution with literally.
Every.
Step.
He couldn’t just… move. No, doing something like that would mean slamming his nuts down on the cold floor below, leading to an immense discharge and a whole lot of apologies being owed to the landlord. Instead, he had to very slowly drag his whole self down, one inch at a time, so he would gently slide down onto the landing. It was a difficult task, and the reason why extra handrails had been installed next to the original ones (wouldn’t want folks to get stuck behind Blank, after all), but it was necessary to avoid flooding.
Sadly, that day just wasn’t the dragon’s best one. Much as he tried to keep himself under control, the previous night’s growth spurt had left him too large to move with any kind of grace, and before long, a single false step was all that was needed to send his balls flying down a couple of steps. It was only a foot or so, sure, miniscule compared to even Blank himself.
But gravity was a harsh mistress.
The last thing he remembered before blanking out for a few moments was an extremely loud gurgling noise and a rippling shockwave coursing through his lower body. He knew, in that instant, that the glass window in front of him would cease to exist in a short moment, but he couldn’t care. As soon as his shorts were ripped apart and his cock rose to full mast again, releasing a rope of cum thicker than his torso, the poor boy fell unconscious, saved from collapsing forwards from the sheer weight of the nuts he was carrying behind him. He was big, but not big enough; when he came to, his body was dangling over open air, tugging on his sack hard enough to keep the release going, by that point having destroyed the window, part of the wall, and a large section of the pavement down below on the street.
Lots of explaining. Goodness...
Blank would hurry down the stairs, but not wanting a repeat of that incident, took the required half an hour to make the journey down safely, after which he emerged onto a crowd that, while expecting him to show up, were not exactly thinking of seeing the dragon completely nude… especially not with a pair of balls that pulsated and throbbed loudly whenever they gained an inch or so. Blank was blissfully unaware that his nuts were already rivalling him for size, and that his body had begun to compensate in order to carry them around; all he thought to do was rub the back of his head and offer as many apologies as he could, none of which were accepted by a group of people that insisted there was nothing to even apologize for in the first place.
Left without much else to do but accept this and carry on, Blank took a moment to inspect himself; as expected, he was still growing beneath the waist, courtesy of whatever had caused that night’s growth spurt to begin with, but what surprised him was how much his bottom seemed to have packed on in terms of wobbly, hand-filling pudge. If his rod hadn’t destroyed his shorts, his butt certainly would have on its own, and a single step was enough to cause those monumental cheeks to start jiggling so distractingly that the dragon found himself staring back at his ass instead of paying attention to whatever, or whoever, was in front of him. He was still unaware that his height had been affected as well, even after he stopped being able to see anything but the top of people’s heads, and no one around him was about to bring attention to it either; a small crowd had amassed around the durg, who was forced to politely ask them to please move aside, lest he bump into anyone and crack some skulls inadvertently.
No one did. Always such a bother.
And all he wanted to do that day was go get some groceries so he could enjoy his day off. Something so simple, that he honestly thought would only take him about an hour or so after leaving the house, had just been turned into a nearly insurmountable task that seemed harder to complete with each passing second, with every new person added to the group of supplicants following him around, with every pound gained in… somewhere entirely new on his body. The experience of growth wasn’t exactly unfamiliar to him, but he had to admit that he’d never quite gone through anything like that in such a short time; usually it would stop once his balls grew taller than him, but they were already pressing against the back of his head and still they gurgled and sloshed loudly! Moving them around was a pain, only possible thanks to his body adapting just enough to be able to do so, and indeed it all fed right back into him; if it wasn’t enough that his churning cum factories were getting so enormously bloated, his shaft had been getting in on the action as well, seeming to swell with each step until even its “flaccid” state would put any other male to shame. It didn’t even drag against the floor anymore, being simply too large to even droop; Blank had to contend with his cock bumping against his chest every time he moved, and soon enough his arms would automatically find their way around it, hugging it close to him. In his mind, he was doing this to prevent it from hitting anyone or growing out of control, but some part of him knew that he just enjoyed the feeling of it.
After all, it had been some time since he’d had the opportunity to hug a shaft bigger than he himself was.
The condom Blank had on himself had long since been jettisoned from pressure alone, and after a few attempts to place a new one that ended in the rubber balloons rupturing within a few seconds, the dragon thought it best to just go bare for the time being. If he tried to restrain himself, he’d end up spending his whole day just trying to put one of those things on, and for what? So they could fill up and burst in a couple of minutes, perpetuating the cycle to the point where he could do nothing else? The neighborhood already knew how full he was even on a bad day, and no one was really complaining about the constant flooding of pre covering the entire sidewalk, so why bother trying to hide himself, really? Certainly didn’t register as a good idea to him, and he was a responsible boy, he knew what things were like; surely, if it was a bad idea to just run wild, his mind would tell him so.
Before long, Blank found himself having to move more and more towards the center of the road. Not only were his nuts becoming increasingly difficult to drag around, but heaving those orbs and carrying them behind him was leading to a lot of unnecessary, and frankly unwanted damage; the pavement was cracking and fences were being bent out of shape, to the point where even the most delirious of his followers were beginning to question if he shouldn’t be doing something about it. Blank had wanted to do just that ever since he felt the first bit of concrete snap, but considering the sheer amount of people that had gathered around him, he had to bite back the embarrassment and wait until the destruction became so wanton that even his lust-crazed worshippers knew something was off. With a sigh of relief, the durg moved towards the middle of the street, accidentally tipping over a couple of cars and permanently blocking the way for anyone wanting to drive.
It’s not like the environmental damage would just end the moment he was out of range from the buildings on either side of him. He did live in a large city, meaning that every once in a while, one of his steps would crack the asphalt underneath him and nearly trap him, requiring a whole lot of lifting… and a whole lot of people who immediately took the opportunity to lay even more of their hands on him. The water mains running underneath the road took one hell of a beating, and soon enough his balls weren’t even on that road at all; they had grown so ludicrously heavy and enormous that any attempt at moving them just sunk them further into the ground, dragging pretty much everything along with them, until Blank was leaving a trail of destruction as wide as he was wherever he went.
Just about the only thing that saved him were the rooftops; he didn’t quite remember when exactly he had grown tall enough to sink his claws into the top of nearby buildings, nor how he had become strong enough to nearly rip them off their foundations, but at least it helped him move his immense self towards the grocery store, one step at a time. Behind him, multiple city blocks were already flattened, with those who hadn’t evacuated quickly enough joining the vast sea of people trying to climb onto his body. Blank’s face turned into a bright, luminescent red when he realized this, issuing a number of halfhearted apologies that even he wasn’t sure he meant or not; the whole experience was… surprisingly pleasant, he could admit to that much, and even though he was wrecking so much property that he had to worry about it, an increasingly larger part of himself just… didn’t really care about that. He still apologized, still flustered and floundered about trying to find an excuse for all the mindless destruction, but at least in some far-off, remote corner of his mind, there came an acceptance that, if not necessarily right, then that whole thing was inevitable. He couldn’t really stop his body from growing, nor could he decide to shrink, so why should he be fretting about the consequences? Better that he focus on getting to the grocery store, grabbing his supplies and then getting back while hurting the least amount of people possible.
Now, this was far easier said than done, especially when each of his cock’s spasms seemed to release enough of his seed to flood any one of those curiously small buildings around him. His tip was so far up above his head that Blank couldn’t reach it even when he stretched his arms, and much as he wanted to panic about that, he really couldn’t bring himself to do it; the one thought in his mind was whether or not he’d grow to be even bigger than he already was, especially seeing as how both of his colossal nuts had become big enough to serve as his own personal source of shade, pressing down hard on the back on his neck, but still protecting him from the light of the sun. Their noise as well was rapidly becoming deafening, at least for the poor tiny ones down below; the dragon himself had grown accustomed to the gurgling and churning of the oceans of cum he kept in each one, so much so that he could even predict when the currents inside of them would hit his back, allowing him to brace for impact. But he could only begin to imagine how loud it must be for the unfortunate souls trying to keep up with his giant steps… then again, he couldn’t exactly do anything about that either.
It got to a point where it was simply impossible to take another step; curiously, he was close enough to the grocery store that he could get his shopping done, were he not too big to even fit a single finger through the front door. Blank was left a sighing, mumbling mess when he accidentally ripped the whole shop off from the ground and covered everyone underneath it with a variety of fruits and vegetables, the owners having thankfully left long enough ago to join the parade following him. He could never have forgiven himself if something came to harm them, which is why he felt just the slightest twinge of fear when he tried to force himself through the road and ended up stuck between both sides of the road.
It was embarrassing to even think about, but he was definitely immobile; not necessarily due to his weight, but he had finally reached the point where his cumtanks were just too stuffed for him to move them from place to place while within the confines of a large city. Trying to do so yielded far more pleasure than it really should, with the dragon able to feel every sharp edge and corner he was trying to force himself past. The sound of grinding metal and cracking concrete filled the air when he still tried to move nonetheless, ending up toppling everything on either side of him without even trying; it was awfully terrible for everyone involved, leading Blank to shower his followers with as many apologies as he was gallons of his seed, but it didn’t seem to register to anyone.
As far as the crowd gathered around him cared, there was only the dragon to think about. Not only his curves, which had extended to include a tail fat enough to fill up the whole road, but his productivity as well; while a large chunk of the people there were happy to find a bit of pudge to hold onto, the majority were going for the most obvious bounty their new giant provided.
Now, Blank knew that his orbs were incredibly efficient, what with simply not having a refractory period at all and needing to wear a condom every day just to prevent the leakage from damaging his carpets, but he had never seen himself quite like he was right then. Looking up to check out his tip, several feet above his head, he located the source of the thick, goopy rain that had been falling on him for the past few minutes; poor durg had reached a point where each load was coming in such quick succession that it might as well just be a hose, and yet he barely felt any of it. To him, it felt perfectly natural to have his cock be bulged out at any one time, sprinkling everything and everyone around him in a drizzle of cum that would have clogged the city sewers had they not been destroyed by Blank himself.
While his supplicants got busy guzzling down his seed, the durg was left puzzled about what to do next. He only really wanted to get some groceries, nothing else being planned for the day; but with the sudden bout of growth and the shop having been completely destroyed, he couldn’t just go home. Not only that, but it seemed as if he wasn’t even done growing at all, resulting in a very embarrassed-looking Blank flailing about trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. His ascension began coming in spurts, with his body stabilizing for a few minutes before suddenly billowing out in every direction, leaving him in an increasingly-untenable position that he really couldn’t do anything to fix or improve.
The tiny ones all around him didn’t make it any easier, what with getting in the way and almost wanting to be smushed underneath his gargantuan beans; at least he could still politely ask that they move, offering up a few tentative high-fives to those who did… which, at his size, amounted to bringing his palm as close to the ground as he could and waiting until everyone was done fist-bumping it. It made his size all that more apparent, hence why he stopped doing it after just a few attempts, lest he go completely growth-mad from all the stimulation.
He coughed, a desperate attempt at trying to recompose himself, and only succeeded in making his nuts plow through a few more city blocks. He yelped in response, the lapse in concentration allowing his cock to do the same to most of the avenue in front of him. The series of confused noises the dragon made kept him so occupied trying to excuse himself that he barely had any mental power left to control his body, just about the only thing stopping his true growth from taking hold. He hiccuped, and immediately afterwards the rest of the city fell underneath the advancing wall that was his body.
How did he even get that big?! One minute he was fine walking out of his home and now he could see the curvature of the planet… hell, not only see it, but with some effort could probably even reach for it! It had to have been whatever made him grow that night, it just had to; Blank couldn’t even imagine the amount of work he’d have to go through just to shrink back down to an acceptable size, to say nothing of how much drainage would be required to empty out those sun-blotting orbs he was sporting. It was a miracle he could even move around, even if it was just a few hundred feet at a time; the very ground beneath his feet was cracking underneath the mountainous weight of his cumtanks, and before long, he could hear the unmistakable sound of an earthquake being triggered, even over the deafening, hellish noises coming from his two nuts.
He took a deep breath. That was his problem, he was getting too flustered and allowing his emotions to get the better of him. All he needed to do was simmer down, focus, and everything would just go away on its own. All that was required of him was some concentration… and surprisingly, he found it. Goodness knows where or how, but somewhere inside of him he managed to find the willpower required to return to a semi-calm state of mind, allowing him to take stock of his current situation and devise a plan of action.
Sadly, this did mean that he suddenly became extremely aware of just how massive he was, something that had been running on a background process in his mind that entire time. Rather than simply accepting it, he now had to confront that fact, leading to a very flustered dragon not really knowing what to do beyond flailing some more and calling for help.
Help that his worshippers, all of them hanging on his every word, were happy to provide.
In an instant, he felt it: the adulation and adoration of every single person in that city and its outskirts. It had always been there, to some extent, but now that he outright proclaimed he needed their assistance, the thousands upon thousands of little ones made sure that Blank knew exactly what they thought of him. And while he was extremely reluctant to accept it, he couldn’t deny that it was powerful… overwhelming, to a certain point. Enough that, even though he wanted to ignore it and push it back, he couldn’t really do it. Against his better judgement, some part of him wanted to let all those words seep into his mind and body, wanted to let the power of belief influence him.
So, while Blank continued to be the same-old over-apologizing little flustered durg, it was hard to deny how, just as the chanting got louder, so too did his body get even bigger, and not just in the conventional sense either; while he still gained enough height not to be entirely smothered by his assets, it was clear as day that his torso was rapidly becoming the smallest part of him, smothered on one side by his colossal orbs, on the other by a shaft that had long-since become the tallest manmade object on the planet, while his mobility became a thing of the past once his rear reached critical mass.
He didn’t really mind, though. With his hands sunk into his asscheeks and his head firmly lodged in an insignificant portion of his nutflesh, there wasn’t a lot that could even cross his mind at all beyond the need to grow even larger. On occasion, he’d still try to offer a half-hearted apology or think up some excuse as to why his ascension was taking place, but as time went on, the need to justify himself just sort of… disappeared. He was still just as flustered about the whole affair as always, of course, but it was less due to it being an entirely anomalous event and more thanks to the amount of damage he was doing to the landscape. He did like those hills outside the city, after all, so to suddenly replace them after flattening them completely wasn’t something he could be proud of; the same could be said for the river that he turned white, or the valley he had carved out with his snaking tail.
His very presence was disruptive, and thus he had to feel bad about it. But as much as he wanted to force himself to experience regret or disappointment, that chorus erupting all around him made it difficult to really care about any of the things he was doing; why bother when no one else did?
At that point, it was difficult for him to judge distances or compare himself to anything he used to know the size of. This was his biggest growth spurt to date, meaning that any kind of frame of reference he might’ve had before had long since become completely useless. The sky around him was growing increasingly dark, a sign that he was rapidly approaching the upper layers of the atmosphere, but strangely enough he didn’t seem to have any difficulty breathing; whatever strange process had taken over his body had left him apparently immune to the effects of low-oxygen environments, and he could only hope the same could be said for vacuum, because he wasn’t about to stop growing any time soon.
It was impossible for him to see anyone down below, having outgrown even the largest of hypers by such a vast margin that the only thing visible to him was geography; the world was a map, one that he did everything in his power not to step on for fear of doing any lasting damage. He had already wrecked the city, mercifully avoiding injuring anyone by virtue of them hopping onto his body in some way or another, but that was back when he was still… well, city-sized. At his current scale, any stray motion could spell the end for a large chunk of the country; a soft brush with his tail would end up creating tornadoes and hurricanes, while the oceans were just a few loads away from turning completely white. Up above him, his cum had already begun to form a ring around the planet, trapped in its gravitational pull and serving as a constant, dazzling reminder of just what the dragon was capable of when pushed to the limit. To Blank, it was more of a continuous source of embarrassment, yet another to add to the ever-growing list; even his in lust-crazed state, the durg found more and more reasons to feel ashamed about what his body had become, something he knew he should be working on… especially when he was so big that the planet was beginning to feel increasingly tiny.
It started with a few tentative hops, just enough to cause a few minor earthquakes and shift the atmosphere around a bit. Blank noticed that, despite the immense size of his assets, he was feeling a lot lighter than he had before, but it wouldn’t be until the last time he tried, when his feet simply didn’t touch the ground anymore, that he realized he had quite literally outgrown his homeworld, with his body floating happily alongside it in its long orbit.
It was an odd sensation, not having anything solid beneath him. Odder still that he had no trouble breathing, even if he felt no need to. He was still relatively small compared to the planet he had just abandoned, but if he bothered to try and poke it, he could probably flatten a couple of smaller countries… hence why he made double-triple-sure to keep every part of him away from that blue pearl, even aiming his front and back away from it, so his overbloated assets wouldn’t even graze its vicinity. Couldn’t exactly move to a lower plane, not without some means of propulsion, so avoidance would have to do for the time being.
Despite being as big as he was, Blank still felt an affinity towards that gem. While part of him still thought it possible to drain himself and shrink to a smaller state, the fact that his body in and of itself was already about as tall as the planet itself was made that prospect a complete impossibility; he was no longer a citizen of the world, but rather its… protector. Yeah, that felt right; after going through so much trouble to avoid doing any damage to it, and with his life now being little more than orbiting around the nearest conglomeration of mass, he should dedicate himself to protecting that fragile world, ensuring that any outside threats would be duly dealt with. Asteroids, gamma rays, aliens even? All of them would have to go through him first!
Not that he really had anything in his arsenal beyond size… though that alone could probably fix most problems. He barely had a moment to react before he nearly crushed several satellites into slag, having to contort himself before he was jettisoned into a higher orbit. He could feel the impact of thousands of micrometeorites, and yet they barely even stung; surely, anything like an asteroid could very easily be caught like a simple thrown rock, especially since they could fit in the palm of his hand. Hell, if he was feeling particularly frisky, he could even try to practice his aim, just not with any gun.
It was difficult to ignore the need to pleasure himself, as now that he no longer had to contend with planetary gravity, his balls had truly gone insane. If they were already gigantic before, they were literally knocking Mars out of orbit before he even realized it, while his cock had grown so gargantuan that its tip was about as far away from him as the Earth was from the Sun. It was a funny thought, that what he was “seeing” was what he’d been like several minutes before, even if his bodily self-awareness fed entirely contradictory information back into his brain. How exactly he was breaking the speed of light, he had no clue; he just knew it felt really, really good.
How good? Well, every time his mind wandered close to the thought, it just seemed to make him grow larger. And not just directly, but over time as well; his spurts were getting stronger, more frequent, to the point where not only was he returning to the same kind of continuous growth he had experienced initially, but the whole process was rapidly accelerating, so much so that, in just a few short minutes, he had become large enough to completely engulf the Earth, being careful to hold it in one one hand in order to keep it safely close to him. The Sun, too, would have to be preserved, if only so that the little ones living on the planet could continue to do so; they couldn’t survive in vacuum like he could, and as their designated guardian, it was his role to maintain and preserve life in his former homeworld as best as he could!
Space was becoming increasingly white, what with his nuts effectively taking over all that free room where nothing roamed but a few subatomic particles and the occasional stream of photons. They’d grown so much that not only was it impossible to look back, but Blank was finding himself more and more encapsulated on all sides by a pair of orbs that, while he couldn’t hear out there in space, he could certainly feel with how much they were rumbling and quaking, galaxies’ worth of cum stored up and ready to be delivered at a moment’s notice. One of the two things capable of escaping that thickening, tightening embrace was his cock, already several times wider than he himself was and poking out a couple of light-minutes up from the top of his ball’s curvature. The constant jet of cum erupting from its tip was the main force behind how large it was, what with the fluids forcing it to bulge out harder and harder just to keep up with the release, itself a pitiful fraction of his full production. Surprisingly enough, his tail was having a lot of fun without him as well; it had grown large enough to rival one of his colossal orbs in girth, at least at the base, and long enough that it somehow managed to wrap itself around both of them, eagerly squeezing and kneading away without him even realizing it, drawing ever more production out of an already hyperactive set of cum factories.
Blank closed his eyes, eager to finally get some rest. The Sun and the Earth, along with the Moon, were safe atop his muzzle, even if the rest of the Solar System wasn’t; that alone meant he had done his job properly. With the Universe becoming more and more a distant thing that he didn’t need to worry about, there in the cocoon created by his own nuts, he could afford to laze about for a bit and catch some snooze. He knew that it was very likely he would wake up to nothing, literal nothing, as his body would probably outgrow anything that could be outgrown.
But that didn’t matter.
Just as long as the Earth remained safe!
