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Do Not Touch (Commission for RadiantBlaze)
🕑 Added 2020-07-05 20:20:33 +0000 UTCAll of the red flashing lights and warning signs should’ve been the best indicator that the jewel wasn’t something she should be taking, but considering its expected black market value, plus the simple fact that it was there at all, it was impossible for her not to at least try to steal it; it was more than her reputation at stake there, but the need to snatch something that technically didn’t belong to her, if only to prove she could. It was a challenge, something she was born to do; she could feel it in her bones whenever the thought came to her. Not exactly the healthiest habit, but then again, no one was using that thing anyway.
The security systems on the way to the vault were simple enough to trick or disable, though Loba couldn’t help but notice they were significantly sturdier and better-developed than most things she was used to dealing with; whatever the gem was, it was clearly jealously guarded by whoever owned that palatial mansion, probably some fat banker or stockbroker currently busy living in their other second house. No one would ever miss it, or so she kept telling herself.
The last hurdle to the heist, surprisingly enough, wasn’t a laser grid or pressure pad system, but… a post-it. The gem itself was completely unsecured, left on an open pedestal atop a small velvet pillow. It was almost too easy to pick up, hence why Loba presumed the post-it had to be important. Then again, reading it only made her more confused than the lack of any last-ditch security systems:
“GREED AND GLUTTONY ARE THEIR OWN PUNISHMENTS”
She was sure it was meant to sound ominous, maybe make any would-be thief think twice about grabbing their treasure; but who would be so stupid as to go through all the trouble of breaching the vault to begin with, only to then be dissuaded at the very last moment by a spooky-sounding note? The idea was laughable, and thus she laughed; it’d be the last thing she did before placing the gem in her pocket.
Immediately Loba felt something was wrong when the tiny, sparkling crystal began to weigh down on her clothes a lot more than it should; it was barely noticeable when picked up, and yet the thief couldn’t even take a step when she let go of it. Initially she assumed it might be some invisible defense system, maybe the true final guardian of the vault, but seeing as none of the guards stormed into the chamber and there were no sounds to be heard, it couldn’t be it. No, whatever was happening to her had to be the work of that… thing, trying its best not to be stolen.
Was this what the post-it was warning her about?
Loba turned around anyway, heading to the door she’d left wide open; movement came at an immense cost, with each step feeling like another bag of rocks had just been strapped to her back. And if that weren’t bad enough, her clothing began to grow uncomfortably tight as well, leading to her tugging and pulling at it in an effort to find some comfort amidst the growing pain. It didn’t occur to Loba to just look down at herself, or she would’ve noticed how her equipment was starting to rip under the strain of her burgeoning form; all she cared about was getting out of there as soon as possible, even if she was beset by a terrifyingly pressing need to take all of her clothes off just to make the agony go away.
This continued until the thief reached the door to the vault, after what felt like hours, upon which she collapsed onto both knees when a sudden, inexplicable wave of heat washed over her, causing her to cry out in… agony? At least it should be agony, but even as it was painful beyond her ability to comprehend it, it didn’t exactly hurt like it should. If anything, she was getting accustomed to her new sense of self, that… unending pressure, the constant need to burst free from her constricting clothes. Loba didn’t think twice before scratching at her shirt and coat, already strained and frayed, ripping it open and allowing her bust to finally breathe some fresh air; it was quite a bit larger than she remembered it being, not to mention significantly heavier, but it didn’t strike her as odd or out of the ordinary. All that really mattered was that the pressure on her chest had been relieved, giving her some much-needed respite from the constant sensation of imprisonment taking over her body bit by bit.
The pants were the next to go, haphazardly removed without much care for their integrity, causing them to end up much the same as the top half of Loba’s clothes; the strips of cloth fell quietly onto the ground when her ample thighs were given space to flaunt their stuff, finally allowing the thief to stretch her limbs without having to worry about breaking something.
Well, something on her at least; the door ended up quite a bit bent out of shape after she went through it.
Unbeknownst to Loba, the gem hadn’t left her along with the pocket it was stored in; rather, the bright glowing crystal had embedded itself into the back of her head, slowly being devoured by her body and granting her the ravenous appetite she’d need for when the true transformation began. The warning on the post-it wasn’t just for show; even if the thief wasn’t aware of it, her precious treasure had already begun to subtly alter her in ways more insidious than she could have ever thought of before.
Hence why, upon seeing an armed guard approach her after turning a corner, she didn’t see a threat, but an opportunity; something (or someone) she could use for her own ends. What those ends were, well, she wasn’t exactly sure, but it’s not like the guard would be going anywhere after she picked him up by the mouth and held him a few feet up in the air; it was surprising how much she herself had grown in such little time, enough for her head to be nearly scraping the ceiling, but it was only fair. Being someone of such great worth, it was natural she’d receive above-average proportions and the ability to lord over others through sheer presence; and if they refused to acknowledge her superiority, then it was simple enough to forcefully drain compliance out of them, quite literally in the case of the struggling guard. Loba felt the man’s very lifeforce being sapped through the sheer force of her will, empowering her as it left the man a withered, barely-moving husk.
Her own body took nicely to the sudden infusion of mass, growing out all the right places and quite a few more she wouldn’t have imagined; sure, Loba had seen plenty of lurid artwork of other women with plump, cock-smothering lips, but she never would’ve assumed the look would suit her so well after staring into a mirror. The rest of her was plumping up considerably as well, with each step she took adding another cup size to her tits or a few inches to her already-rotund rear; unfortunately, it seemed like the effect was limited, the glowing gem growing dimmer as time passed and its hidden power began to wane, only managing to do so much before needing something to refill it.
But what?
The whole mansion was bustling with activity now that every single alarm was tripped, the hallways teeming with panicked guards desperate to catch whoever had just skipped through all of their defensive layers and broke into the vault. Loba didn’t really mind; the moment she saw that hallway filled with delicious snacks, all she had to do was snap her fingers and the gem did the rest of the work, causing everyone to trip onto the ground when their very essence was sapped and used to power the burgeoning giantess now breaking through the ceiling into the floor above.
With so many lives eager to be given up for her, however, it was difficult for Loba to restrain herself; more bust and hip was one thing, but now that she was wielding the power of a god… or, well, goddess in her palms, it just wouldn’t do. They needed something better, something more, something that would allow the world to see her for what she truly was!
To that end, Loba lowered herself, grabbing a few of the husked soldiers and making of them what they were always intended to be: light snacks. One after the other, they all fell down her waiting gullet and made for a delicious little meal, further fueling the raging furnace inside of her. Like coal on a fire, they made her burn brighter, and soon enough the pair of navel-covering tits they were carrying were pushed upwards, not just because of how perky they were getting, but mostly thanks to the second pair of breasts sprouting right underneath it, quickly ballooning to the same size as the first set and accompanied by a third couple immediately below it.
Her torso covered in jiggly, swaying udders, it was then time to give herself the necessary equipment to properly deal with them; a few more pairs of arms should do it, small fleshy nubs emerging from her sides below her shoulders and sprouting into fully-fledged, completely controllable appendages. Her new hands were barely even formed and they were already being put to use squeezing her gigantic bosoms. So wrapped up was she in admiring her new form that Loba failed to recognize how the sun was shining on her head, their hips alone having widened enough to completely obliterate the building she’d just been in, while her rotund, plump bottom triggered a small earthquake when the thief sat down on the rubble.
Wasn’t until just then that the giantess noticed something was forcing its way through her many cleavages. At first she thought it might be someone brave enough to try and scale her, but as it continued to grow in size and amount of tit it was displacing, a bright blush sprung onto her cheeks; the realization that she had spontaneously developed a male member was enough to nearly knock her out from shock, but as soon as that building-sized monster emerged from her topmost pair and booped her on the bottom of the chin, there were no thoughts left but the ones demanding she open her mouth and do something about such a needy part of herself. And when she did, when Loba fell prey to her own desires, it was impossibly sweet; rather than the typical bitter, salty taste she was accustomed to, the goddess-in-the-making was instead met with an impossibly sweet-tasting deluge of cum, bulging out her cheeks and causing her stomach to bloat with the seemingly endless amounts of seed being pumped into it.
It was just more mass to work with, even if it was her own; her tits needed to grow, her ass needed to be wider, her body needed another cock to match the first one… and as soon as the problem of having an unattended shaft rose to the forefront of her mind, it seemed simple enough to have her neck stretch out and widen, making room for a second head to form alongside the first one, just as eager to invite her own fluids back into her.
All the while, anything that happened to be near or around her met the exact same fate: flattened, wrecked or both, underneath the advancing wall of flesh that was Loba’s increasingly-transfigured body. It didn’t just stop at the extra arms and tits, nor was the second head the weirdest thing the thief thought to give herself; after a point, it ceased being under her control and became an automatic process, something that her divine power (and the gem from which it emanated) chose to wield at their own leisure.
Her perception of the world began to grow even finer and more detailed than before; needing to locate and identify not only potential treasures to steal, but, most importantly, more delicious snacks to gorge herself on, it was obviously necessary for her body to develop the extra pairs of eyes required for such a task. They sprouted around her original four, giving Loba a surprisingly spider-like appearance when one took the extra arms into account. She figured whatever force was driving the gem thought that having multiple multiples of everything was a good idea, because her tits were next on the list.
Not only was she already blessed with multiple rows of extremely full, over-endowed and so-heavy-she-could-barely-lift-herself breasts, but the thief was also experiencing an entirely different problem in the form of pressure. The amount of milky build-up inside her chest was enough to make her groan and squirm in discomfort, and if nothing was done about it sooner rather than later, there’d be a whole lot of flooding to contend with; judging by how enormous she was growing, already grazing the edges of the city with her toes, and how those tits were basically covering her body almost completely, Loba didn’t discard the possibility of damaging something in low orbit from the lactic explosion.
Thus, in order to resolve the issue, her body decided it’d be a better idea to instead allow itself to vent some of that excess milk more effectively; the giantess was already surrounded by a small lake of cream, rivers of it flowing freely from each teat, but it just wasn’t enough and she knew it. With enough of an electrical discharge to nearly fry her pleasure centers, the colossal, engorged nipples capping her equally-sizeable tits began to split, their mass evenly divided in two, then four… then eight! Competing for room and forcing their areolae to develop in order to cover a good third of each tit, Loba’s breasts became capped with eight identical nipples, each of which was still in full flow, still capable of producing the same amount of milky outpour as the original they came from… and still growing.
There was no doubt about it; even though they barely fit on her as it was, each teat was taking as much after their owner in terms of explosive growth as everything else on her body, resulting in the deluge of milk she was creating only becoming harder to control or moderate. Not that she cared to do so anyway; as her world’s resident goddess, it was her duty to do with it as she saw fit, and in that moment, she saw fit to drown it in her life-giving cream; anyone who dared to think otherwise would be handily removed from the premises in the most direct way possible, while everyone else would get to experience the true glory of communing with their divine protector.
Such it was that, when the flow of milk began to lap at countless doors after reaching the city proper, there were only two types of people: those who welcomed the tide with open arms and drank from it it freely, their own bodies fattening up considerably and developing their own set of overblown proportions, and those who refused to accept Loba’s ascension, swept aside and away, entire crowds of non-believers carried off by the tidal wave of milk that crashed into and destroyed skyscrapers like they were made of tissue paper. Loba herself could barely bring herself to care about this last group, beyond a vague acknowledgement that there were still people out there who refused to accept the inevitable, because her many eyes and minds were focused entirely on the former type: those plump, ripe morsels whose bodies became small monuments to her own greatness from drinking the milk they were blessed with, not even stopping to think about how that may affect them. More arms and legs, more eyes and heads, more tits and cocks, they were all just pretenders believing themselves acolytes; and as much as Loba would’ve loved to see if any one of them could rise to become a challenge, just so she could then easily beat it, it was far better to nip that issue in the bud and simply… indulge a bit.
With so many hands to choose from, her mind took over the boring aspects, allowing the giantess to enjoy the very feast she had prepared for herself. It wasn’t even necessary to go look for it; all across the city, supplicants and worshippers would brave the currents of cream barrelling down the streets just so they could get one step closer to their goddess, crying out to her with outstretched arms. Many would fall on their knees in rapturous bliss after seeing one of her titanic hands blot out the sun, picking their fattened frames up like it was nothing… only to then deposit it directly into Loba’s mouth.
She didn’t even savor them, didn’t chew; just placed them on her tongue and swallowed them whole, allowing the contents of her stomach to do the rest of her job for her. And while each individual person was worth basically nothing in terms of how much they did to her… they added up. A few dozen scooped up and eaten like gummy bears here, a score or two of smaller ones desperate to be licked clean and dissolved into mush, soon enough most of the city was practically clambering over her body, desperate to be the next one to grace her frame with their own. So, while it took a bit before her meal began to have any effect on her, when it did… it was something to behold.
Every aspect of her was magnified, but not directly; it felt as if whenever she ate one of her devout followers, it merely accelerated the process altogether. While a single boost did very little, hundreds or thousands of them meant that what used to be inches turned to feet, and what used to be feet rapidly became miles instead. Her initial growth burst seemed quaint by comparison, when the gem embedded into her skull shone brightly enough to obfuscate the sun and very nearly burned a hole straight through the crust of the earth; Loba’s days as a common thief were long past her, but now so was her career as an expert larcenist. The only coin she’d trade in now would be the lifeforce of her subjects, the tiny ones that lay all around her and fought one another over whether or not they should embrace the burgeoning goddess. It mattered not what they picked in the end, for all that Loba needed to do was casually wipe one hand over a tract of land and all of that problem would just… go away.
In the meantime, her divine self was becoming closer and closer to the kind of ideal form a goddess should display, even if lesser minds would think otherwise; was it not the true mark of superiority and divinity to grow past what feeble, mortal minds deemed to be conventionally attractive and instead set a new, better standard? She was, after all, above them all; so why should she worry about what they thought of her? Whatever it is that might be going through their minds, it was entirely irrelevant compared to what she wanted, and what she wanted was a body that would stun anyone and everyone speechless.
First, her tits… or rather, the things slithering around them. With two cocks lodged firmly inside of both her heads, it was only fair that Loba granted her breasts the exact same level of pleasure. It became harder and harder to keep her minds focused when she felt her multiple new snake-like cocks emerge from her already-crowded nethers, wrapping themselves around the base of her tits and going around and around their circumference, before teasing at every nipple in unison. Eight on each breast with a torso carrying six of them, a true tangled mess of phallic members that all plunged into her at the same time.
The resulting shock was enough to nearly have her bend her back in half, and the rebound after that, when the goddess slammed all of her hands down on whatever unfortunate part of the world happened to be in the way, was enough to cause two tidal waves and multiple earthquakes to crop up around the planet, to say nothing of literally cracking the crust nearly all the way to the mantle! Those tentacle-like shafts squirmed and writhed, pumping her tits even bigger thanks to plugging the milky production inside and dumping their own loads into the mix. It was enough to have her be nearly buried by them, saved from asphyxiation only due to growing big enough to escape the planet’s gravity well entirely.
She wasn’t quite sure when that happened, or how they’d managed to get there so fast, but the fact of the matter was that her feet were no longer planted on any solid surface, nor was she breathing any air. Oddly enough, she didn’t seem to need it; the gem in the back of her head was providing all the necessary energy required for her to survive, and even though she had no protective equipment, the vacuum did nothing to bother her.
Looking to the side, having to part her topmost row of milktanks just to be able to see at all, Loba noticed the Earth and its Moon, both of which were already smaller than she was and growing smaller still. On it, billions of lives, reduced to naught but dust to fuel her ascension. The old Loba would’ve cared, would’ve called herself a monster for snuffing out a whole world… but the old Loba was a blind fool who wouldn’t ever understand what it was like to be her: The new Loba, the goddess, the Thief of All, the one who would rob the very Universe itself of anything worth taking!
Space around her began to distort, and not necessarily just because of how much of her there was to go around; even though every hole that could leak was adequately plugged, the perfect creature formerly known as Loba was simply producing so much that spurts of cum and milk would escape, immediately beginning to orbit around her and coalescing into a dazzling, rapidly-spinning display of divine power. Saturn may have its rings and distant stars may have their own physics-defying crockery to decorate themselves with; Loba, meanwhile, created her own crowning nebula, and as she grew to bigger sizes, so too did the storm of fluids raging around her.
The goddess made sure to preserve the Earth, even when the orbiting currents literally ripped Mars apart and began to make short work of the asteroid belt. Further along, she had the faintest inkling of the gas giants vanishing into one of her asscheeks, right about the same time she cupped the Sun in two hands… and crushed it.
She had no need to do it; in fact, it would’ve been better for her ascension if she had just eaten the sun instead of destroying it. But if there was one thing that Loba needed to one, one thing required to cement her position as a burgeoning goddess, was a display of power; and what better to do than snuff out the very star that once gave her life, plunging her into sudden, starlit darkness.
A reminder of how far she’d come.
Her attention turned to the Earth, still floating along, protected from annihilation by her own desires and nothing else. So many things she could do with it, so many delicious options, each better than the last. Loba had trouble even holding it; her body had grown so much that she had to gently push it towards her in her palm, using the very tip of a fingernail to keep from flying off past her head.
So tiny.
So insignificant.
So easy to simply crush with a smile.
So satisfying to finally get rid of.
