[center][i]Armageddon accidentally drinks a strange soda. An unfamiliar brand that's a little...off.[/i][/center] ------------ [center][h1][b]OFFBRAND[/B][/H1][/CENTER] The battle was a dance of burning light and shouting soldiers. Cascades of blue plasma streaking out in fiery roars, lines of fire interweaving as the space marines laid down storms of bullets in return. All of it playing across the flat screen of the television as the HUD of the supersoldier reloaded another clip. Its maestro set cross-legged on the floor, a ganet clacking his fingers across the buttons of the gamepad. A sapphire-blue bandanna wrapped around his neck, a smaller band tied around one arm. Armageddon. Or just "Armie". Their attention was fully fixed on the game in front of them, barely aware of the world around them. Certainly not of the growing piles of empty soda cans around their legs, not even considered as he weaved and twisted in his spot in entertained focus. Suddenly, the scene on the screen shifted. The camera pulled back from the helmet of the soldier, showing them walking forward to a great hologram above. "Cutscene!" Armie declared aloud, reaching over the collection of cans for one that felt full. One, two, five, ten cans he lifted and found nothing but air. Just as he feared he'd have to do the unthinkable and go to the fridge to get more, his hand finally wrapped around that felt heavy in his grip. He pressed the tab with one claw, not even looking at the drink as he guided it to his lips. He tilted his head, drinking the beverage down without hesitation...then seizing up as the [i]strange[/i] flavor filled his mouth. Reflex surged up his throat. He spewed out the drink in a fine purple mist, ragged coughs pushing out of his throat as he tried to clear his lungs of the liquid intrusion. "What the-?!" He leaned over, wiping his mouth with one arm as he picked up the offending can. It hadn't tasted [i]bad[/i], just...odd. [i]Very[/i] odd. Like a fruity mix of plants that didn't exist. Thick and slimy. Off. And when he brought the can up to his face, he saw why. Not his usual brand, but a can he didn't recognize, swirls of colors wrapped across it like a rainbow, and a logo plastered across the tin in a language he'd never seen. "I didn't buy this," he muttered. "Where did..." He didn't have time to ponder the mystery. His words faded off a [i]strange[/i] sensation fell into his gut, pushing out in a gradual tug. It felt...pleasant. Pleasant but weird, an odd [i]softness[/i] to it as he rose in his belly. "Ugh," Armie moaned. "I feel weird." Extremely weird. The feeling in his gut was spreading all across his body, wrapping around his chest and arms with a snug sense of warmth. And that's when he saw it. Lifting his hand upward, he saw that he was...[i]shifting[/i]. Watching with frozen awe as the skin of his hand slowly began to disappear under a smooth, shiny sheen of brown-orange fur. Nails turning to claws, fingers turning slender. His mouth felt pulled forward, and his shifted hands found themselves pressing against a growing muzzle, tipped with a cold, wet nose. He shot them up to his head, shuddering as a firm mohawk of hardened hair rose from his crown. "Wait....ah-!" He doubled over, hands going to his chest. Holding them tight in a futile sensation to ward off the change, all in vain as the hot bliss swelled inside, then pushed [i]out[/i] peeking globes, the mounds slowly rising from his pecs. It felt...good. It felt [i]really[/i] good. Like a stretch long-delayed, he arched his back in the feeling, letting it roll through his body as he hefted the new plushness under his fingers. He looked down, blinking in surprise. They were...breasts. Unmistakably, pert and form and yielding under his grasp, laying under a creamy swath of smooth, white hair. Every part of him now covered in fur, orange-brown fur with black dots, bubbling forward and taking their place in the spotted pattern along his shoulders and legs. A white belly, the same color around his arms and shifting feet as if they were gloves and socks Armie tried to admire them, but his body wasn't done yet. The rolling pleasure traveled down his waist, finding new purpose in shaping his flesh down below. Sweet shifting, switching, transitioning that sent a new wince of joy through him. A revolution of muscle and bone and flesh. [center][i]Rrrrrrrip![/i][/center] His suffering clothes finally gave in. The new form of him was too much, and his shirt and pants tore under the assault. They fell as loose ribbing around his ankles, now threatened with the tingle that had claimed the rest of him. With a [i]lurch[/i], his heels raised and snapped in place as his toes swelled in size. Melting, down into the new shape of a paw. Another [i]jolt[/i] came from his back. A [i]tail[/i], thick and heavy, rolling out from his back. Sprouting like a seed, it unfurled to its full length and wound around Armie's waist, letting him [i]feel[/i] the soft fur that lined it. He ran his white hands across it, marveling at the stripes that lined it. It was...[i]beautiful[/i]. Almost enough to make him ignore the very real changes still rolling across his body. Thighs growing wider. Tail stretching to its final length, and nubs of rising folds emerging from the sides of his head. Ears, flopping up in freedom. The gentle fullness filling Armie's being; tighter and tighter, the shift rising to a final fever pitch. "I-!" And it vanished. Popped like a balloon, leaving him sitting and gasping for air. The screen ahead blaring music and gunfire, but all of it noise as Armageddon tried to adjust to this new form that had taken him. Him... They lifted their hands, their eyes traveling to their chest. ...Her. He'd transformed. From a male human...to a female ganet, and all its features in an upright, anthro form. Armie tried to stand up, wobbling under the new feeling of her body. Holding out her freshly-remade arms, trying to balance herself out and figure out just what was going on. Chest heaving, breasts rising with it in steady, worried breaths. Okay. She was a woman now. A woman ganet. She brought in her hands, feeling the new features on her face. The way her muzzle peeked out from her head, the [i]sharp[/i] teeth inside her maw. The tips of her ears, standing proud and tall. There was [i]so much[/i] to take in. She needed time. Time to process this, or time to- A new chord struck deep inside her. This one different. Not a pleasant fullness, but a [i]tightness[/i] that made her feel like an overinflated tire. A tautness that poured into her form, and in its wake a sudden fearful thrill of claustrophobia. When she looked up, she saw why. The ceiling fan above was approaching her head, the entire roof traveling down to meet her. Her home wasn't getting smaller. She was getting [i]bigger[/i]. Bigger by the second, ballooning out in an unstoppable tied of growth. "How?!" she protested, just as he the top of her head met the fan. Its wooden blades shattered against her face, the crown of her head pushing hard against the wooden beams just above as her expansion sustained. Ceaseless in its journey, a high crackling groan sounded from above as the strength of the room began to cave under her growing body. [i][center]Cccrreaaaaaaak...[/i][/center] [i][center]Crnch![/i][/center] [i][center][b]CRACK![/b][/i][/center] Her head lurched through wood and plaster. Her cramped body exploded out from the roof, shingles and glass and splinters blowing up like a volcano's roar as she rose to her full height, shouting out in surprise as the wind buffeted her body. She looked down below, marveling at the sheer height of her new form, and how even now she was still slowly growing. A true [i]giantess[/i], tall and imposing. And very, very confused. She tried to move one of her legs, only for the wall to simply crumple under her ankle like wet paper. It shattered under her assault, bits of it flying out into the street in a cloud of brown debris. She stood there. Looking down from her newfound altitude, with her newfound body. Getting both hadn't been the worst experience, but it was still something her brain was fuming sparks and smoke trying to comprehend. "Uh..." She reached up, scratching the back of her head with a nervous smile. It was all she could do, given the mad turn she'd just went through. "What was in that soda...?" This was impossible. Fanciful. [i]Highly[/i] dubious, at the very least. Yet here she was. Armie, once a human now standing as a furred, striped giantess over her neighborhood. Standing in the splintered remnants of her apartment complex, bits of building crushed up around her ankles. Yet it wasn't the sheer size of her body that commanded her attention, but the [i]feel[/i] of it. The gentle femininity that rolled through her flesh, a sense of gentle softness that flowed from the tips of her furry ears down to the rounded toes of her paws. She guided her fingers to her breasts, groping the mounds of fat with both hands and pushed them against one another. They melted under her grasp, the soft flesh meeting in the middle of her chest as they met in jiggling unison. A gasp escaped Armie's lips; this felt good. [i]Really[/i] good, prompting her to release her new cleavage and explore the rest of her body. Her hands traveled down, reaching behind her back and down below her swinging tail. To her bare bottom, now round and thick. She grasped it tight, feeling its plushness fall under her fingers until it reached tight muscle underneath. Almost like a marshmallow, lined with the fine, smooth fur that covered all her body. A downright improvement, she thought. So much [i]better[/i] than her old tushie, bigger and tighter and rounder in all the right ways. But still just a modification of what she already had. A thought that led her to the [i]other[/i] new change to her backside, the thick tail that flowed just above her bottom. The [i]massive[/i] tail, as thick as her torso and almost as tall as her. Big enough that it made its own shadow, a colossal snake of darkness that cast the nearby parking lot in a long, undulating shade. She reached up, grasping it with her tail. The fur around it was wondrously thick and soft, a cushion of fur that grew tighter as pressed down harder. As strange and alien as it was, it felt [i]natural[/i] on her body, a sense of agility and grace flowing through it in a way she couldn't describe. It felt right on her. Like it belonged. Like it had always meant to be there. Armie kept her fingers on it, stroking it with an amazed look until her attention finally wandered from the state of her body to the scale of it. She couldn't ignore it forever. She was huge. Towering over it like an adult would a dollhouse, the roof below broken apart into a jagged hole, revealing her home and all its belonging strewn together in a slurry of junk. The massive genet grinned as a naughty thought struck her. Something primal. She acted on it without pause, swiping one of her feet to the left. The building didn't even put up a fight as her paw swept across it, the rest of its frame collapsing under the battering ram of white fur. Her former home was swept aside like a sandcastle in the sea, blown off its foundations in an instant and thrown out into the street as nothing more than a confederation of wood and pipes and pink insulation. Armie blinked as a few stray panels of stuff tumbled through the air, carried by the massive force that had broken them. "Wow," she awed. "That was easy." Very easy. She'd barely even felt the structure's resistance as it collapsed under her foot's assault. Something that had taken months or even years to build, now destroyed in an instant. Obliterated under a mammoth wrecking ball of fair fur. As her eyes followed the rolling remnants of her home, something [i]else[/i] caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Small and purple. No, maroon. She knew that shade. Turning halfway, she looked down at the maroon vehicle parked on the side of the road. An SUV. [i]Her[/i] SUV. A 1998 maroon Dodge Durango. And the very sight of it brought her into a mean scowl. She [i]hated[/i] that thing. Seemed to eat up everything, not just gas. New tires, new windows, brakes... Looking down at her new body, a thought struck her. She didn't exactly [i]need[/i] it anymore, did she? Without a second thought, she reared up another foot and held it high above her car, savoring the moment. Almost imagining her car begging for its life. All in vain, of course. And then brought it down with full and awesome force. [H1][CENTER][B][i]THHHMB![/I][/B][/CENTER][/H1] The SUV crumpled like fresh dough, its roof and belly becoming one flat union of parts under Armie's paw. It vanished as her paw bore down on it and then hit the hard pavement beneath, sending the earth around it into a brief shudder as the shockwaves rolled through the ground. The other cars around her jostled on their tires, disturbed from their slumber in a sudden chorus of alarms. She kept her foot pressed into the concrete below, a gladdened giddy thrill rising in her chest as she felt the destroyed Durango under her. The car that had plagued her so long, and now it was [i]gone[/i]. Flatter than a pancake under her weight, crushed in an instant. Armie lifted her paw, savoring the moment as she held up her foot. The flat SUV came along with it for a moment before peeling away, hitting the ground with a loud crunch. She wiggled her toes, admiring how [i]large[/i] they were. And how strong, they and the rest of her foot being able to simply crunch the automobile into nothing. Like some kaiju out of a movie, it'd been so [i]easy[/i]. Just like her building. Like the world was made of paper now. She put down her foot and made a single massive step forward, the very weight of it sending another smaller quake through the streets. After her step's force faded, she stood among the chaos she'd caused. Content to stand still for but a moment, but contentment easily broken by the car alarms still blaring below her. Annoying. [i]Really[/i] annoying. A problem with a very simple solution. She picked out the first target near her ankles. A proud, red Ford Ranger. [H1][CENTER][B][i]TH-BUUMMB![/I][/B][/CENTER][/H1] Now, a very [i]flat[/i] Ford Ranger. Putting up as much resistance as the Durango, squished flat as her foot crashed down as a snowy juggernaut. She pulled up, looking down the road to a veritable feast of victims. Looking over them, and in her head sentencing every single one to the same fate. She took another step, and ground the third car into a plane of metal. An innocent F-150. As innocent as a F-150 [i]could[/i] be, anyway. Squished instantly, the flatbed becoming just planet flat under her feet. Then a Toyota Camry. Destroyed. A Corolla. No one would miss it. Even a Tesla. It collapsed under her weight, a spark snapping inside the metal and belching out a fire that began to grow inside the ruined frame. Armie practically pranced down the street as she crushed one car after another. Every one of her stomps being louder and heavier than the last. After a few cars she realized why; she was [i]still growing[/i], and that pleasant tautness had returned as her form grew even higher with every bound. It felt [i]good[/i], as good as it had during her last growth spurt. "Ready or not!" she shouted out over another broken car, "because here comes [i]Armageddon![/i]" The giantess traveled down the street, leaving a trail of wreckage in her wake. Happy freedom in her heart, and a power she had [i]every[/i] intention of exploring to its growing completion. Armie pranced down the street, destroying every car that crossed her path. Crushed to waffles of splintered iron and polymer. Tires left as the tallest things standing, the rest of the vehicles raining down as broken components from Armageddon's soles. With another leap, a doomed Dodge Challenger found itself under the shadow of her foot. The weight of her smashed down. A loud snap as the frame shuddered and broke, destroyed in an instant. She lifted her foot to move on, but suddenly stopped when an odd sensation came with her rising foot. The car. It was pressed flat, stuck against the fur of her white paw like gum. The sight of it made her snicker; the feeling of [i]power[/i] that came with it, and a ting twinge of irritation. Couldn't be running around with that stuck to her foot. She leaned back, letting gravity take her and planted her bottom in the center of the street. The ground rumbled as her mass hit the earth, dust pluming from the grounds around. She craned up her paw, reaching over to scrape the offending automobile off. Pinching it with her claws, it came off without a fuss, and she tossed it over her shoulder. With the force of a thousand treacherous the dead car went flying, a flat disc tumbling through the skies to parts unknown. She kept her foot held up, admiring the new gifts her mystery drink had given her. Size aside, the very [i]fact[/i] of what it had changed to marveled her. The way her heels arched up, and the creamy-smooth white texture of the fur. Uniform in its color, and graceful in its curves from the calves down to the thick toes. She wiggled them with a giddy smile, admiring their thickness and the pinkish pads on their bottom. Genet toes. Genet beans. She stroked the pad of her foot a final time, then pulled away and rose to her feet. The change in altitude brought with it a [i]new[/i] sense of admiration; the height that she'd grown to. Hard to appreciate in the moment, but now she was well and fully aware just how large she was. [i]Huge[/i], a giantess among the neighborhood, rising tall over the suburb like a lost movie monster. The houses around her barely came up to her ankles, little things that seemed so fragile beneath her. Big. Powerful. Unstoppable. Those houses [i]were[/i] fragile, weren't they? At least, to her. Looking over the collection of buildings around her, she suddenly realized she was getting kind of bored of smashing cars. It was nice and all how they [i]crunched[/i] beneath her paws, but now she needed to move onto bigger things. Things of wood. Things of stone. Armie surveyed the street, looking over the houses that now called to her. Imagining how each of them would splinter and break under her assault, which would be the [i]most[/i] satisfying to shatter when she set her mind and mass to it. She looked straight down. Right across the street was a vacant one-story home with a red metal roof. A home, built by people over months. A grin crept over her mouth. Built in months. And in seconds she'd see it undone. She took a single massive step forward, crossing her arms as she appraised her imminent prey. "Aren't you nice and stable?" she smirked, raising one of her feet high. "And now-!" She brought her great foot down in a singular strike, crashing into the ground with monstrous impact. A bombing boom went off as her paw shot through the metal roof, caving it in like foil and bringing it through the rest of the home in tattered splinters. Air blew from the windows as her paw caved in the rest, windows shattering with sudden gusts of ugly brown dust. The rest of it vanished beneath her paw, crushed and flattened together right down to the stone foundations. She kept her paw there for a moment, reveling in the destruction as the cloud of debris grew around her feet. But simply stomping it flat wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. She moved her leg in an arc away from the disaster area. Debris traveled with her paw, smearing a line of wood and steel and brick and plaster from the house to the middle of the street, a long [i]streak[/i] of destruction. A messy line of material, laid out across the ground like she was spreading peanut butter. It felt just as soft, just as pliable as the last of it fell out from under the pads of her foot, ending the rainbow of destruction she'd curved over the land. Armie smiled, her eyes drifting over to a new home to destroy. Fresh meat. Or mortar in this case. A two-story this time, right next to the home she'd just obliterated. Tall with a lot of windows, and a black roof of shingles. Out on the finely manicured lawn, a sign lay planted out front. 'FOR SALE', it read in big red font. For sale. How nice. A little too tall to smear around, though. She took a step forward, then reared back one of her long legs. She stood on the other, balancing herself as she waited for just the right moment to strike. Letting the wind drift over her body, her thick tail arching behind her to give her that extra animal sense of balance. And then she struck. Her leg traveled as a blur of orange and white as it sprang forward, and the heel of her foot slammed headlong into the front door of the home. The house exploded under the force of impact, half of the home caught along with her foot. A cloud of debris smashed forward out of the roof, erupting up like a volcano's ashen belch. All of it flew upwards in a great confused mix of devastation, waste and refuse flying up in wide angles to greet the sky. Below, the house was left with a ragged hole straight through its center, wide and yawning and its body groaning under the deathblow it had been dealt. Bits of wood and floor and ceiling crumbled from the 2nd floor, filling in the new void where there once had been stable housing. A perfect hole for sitting, she thought. She turned around with a naughty giggle, lifting her tail and planted her bottom straight down in the hole he's kicked out. The ground rumbled again under her weight, and she raised her arms and laid them down across the two halves of the house yet remaining. Using them as armrests, basking in her own power with a satisfied smile. As she relaxed, a familiar tightness grew heavy in her body. Her muscles drawing to flex, a feeling of [i]strength[/i] filling out in her body as her vision suddenly shot up. [i]Fwoowwwwoomp...[/i] She grew a bit. Just enough to notice. Enough for her heavy arms to scrape over the roof, sending the shattered building to a warning groan. Then her vision shot down again. Less than she'd grown. She thought she'd [i]shrunk[/i] for a moment before she heard the high [i]crack![/i] of breaking concrete beneath her, and she realized what had happened. The foundation, strong and flat, had given up under her bottom. Cracked like a plate, fissures torn straight through the stone. A bubbling joy rose in her throat, and she laughed heartily at how easily she'd defeated the building. Laughing until she saw one part of the structure she'd hadn't quite ruined; a small garage to the side, it door open. Inside, an expensive-looking car. The model, she wasn't quite sure. One of those low-riding sports cars meant for people with more money than shame. She plucked it out of its hidey-hole, holding it up. To her, it was nothing more than a toy, and even more fragile. She could've stomped it flat without a thought...but stomping was kind of played out at this point. Armie looked down to the gentle swell of her breasts, then back up to the car with an evil smile. She had a [i]better[/i] idea. With a careful hand, she placed it in the crease between her breasts. Then let go, letting its wheels carry it down the rest of the way. Until it came to rest where her breasts met, stopping on her body. She grabbed her the sides of her beasts, and pressed them together. Her soft, massive heavy globes of white fur smushed together, heavy flesh smothering the car. Between them, soft crunching climbed out from her boobs as she ground the car into twisted metal, melding it between her pliable mounds. Her sharp ears flicked as a shrill whine caught her attention. Something wailed, crying out at the end of the street, forcing her attention up from her breasts. At the street's end, flashing lights of red and blue were pulsing towards her, the siren howling as it barreled down the street. A cop car. She smiled as it cruised towards her. Good. She was [i]hoping[/i] for some company... The police car screeched as it slammed the brakes, trailing rubber and dark trails in the pavement. Its front bowed, then shot up and the driver's door flew open, a vest-wearing cop tumbling out with his gun already drawn. "Stop!" he ordered, his voice breaking in terror. She admired his bravery. Especially confronting her [i]alone[/i] like he was doing. With a shrug, she moved out her feet and held them into the air. The cop followed them, his jaw dropping as her feet blocked out the sun. His eyes went wide, and he tossed his gun and made a break down the street. Abandoning his car and station as she brought one foot down in a dead drop. Her paw collided down, crushing the car and breaking the siren into muffled nothing. It gave a final squeak, then went silent. Flattened under her foot, now just a black-and-white plane leaking oil and fluid. Her other foot found a different target. The cop, still running in wild terror down the street trying to escape her. All in vain as she guided her toes to him, hitting him the back and knocking him off his feet. He went tumbling through the asphalt, rolling over the skid marks of his car as the white expanse of her foot loomed over him. He forced up his arms, waving in panic. "W-wait!" he shouted. "Don't-!" She ignored his pleas and gently pressed down on his belly with one of her toes. Pressed down [i]carefully[/i], just enough to let him feel the full, pinning him straight to the ground. He flailed in vain, unable to do anything about her teasing as she playfully pushed him harder into the concrete. "Guess you should have brought backup, huh?" Armie teased. "Or maybe a tank." He whimpered under her pressure, and that was all the excuse she needed to press him down harder. Not enough to hurt. But enough to know who was running things now. Enough to let her feel the power she had over him, and relish in how he struggled to free himself like a trapped insect. After a bit of squirming with her victim, she finally decided to show mercy. She withdrew her foot from his stomach, freeing him. He lay there stunned, blinking, then awkwardly fumbled to his feet and took off again in a mad dash to nowhere. Fleeing away from her, the giant genet that commanded the landscape. It felt good. Really good. And it made her yearn for more. The two-story home groaned as she stood up, remnants of it falling away from her striped limbs. With a spring in her step, she took her first massive step towards the rest of the city. Wandering off, mischief calling her to cause even more mayhem. Armie's foray into the city left a trail of destruction in its wake. Heavy tracks pocketed the road, sparkling geysers shooting from hydrants that had burst under her weight. Smashed cars were lining the curbs, colorful flattened pieces of metal that stretched back for blocks. The giant causing all the havoc had slowed her pace, looking down at the suburb's sprawl. It was [i]amazing[/i] just how high up she was. Strange vertigo filled her mind. A natural reaction to her own height, her mind suddenly sank into a dizzied trance. She stumbled, swinging out her arms on instinct to regain balance. Her heart shot up into her throat, the terror one felt when they'd leaned just a little too far back in a chair. The threat of fall passed. She looked down again. The vertigo was gone, banished when she realized just how gigantic she was. The thought brought a crooked smirk, breathing out in a small snort of amusement. It was just plain [i]funny[/i] how she was, able to crush anything in her weight. Big. Powerful. Unstoppable. The police cars had long stopped chasing her steps, leaving her mostly alone to continue through her destructive walk. She turned her head back up, the realization of her monstrous size putting a spring in her step. But right as she made another step, something large and [i]loud[/i] flew up towards her head. A helicopter. A news helicopter that had flown too close, its nose thrown in a panicked rise at it tried to veer out of her face. She shrieked alarm, throwing out her limbs again to regain her catty balance. But this time it failed; the chopper had caught her completely off-guard, and her center of gravity had fallen forward to the event horizon. Armageddon was going down. She had only the time to yelp out a tremendous [b]"EEK!"[/b] as all her weight came collapsing down to the street. [center][h1]CRAAAAAAASHHRRRH![/H1][/center] The giant genet hit the ground with the sound and force of an air raid. Her upper body disappeared into a tall office building, its white windows surface breaking in an instant under the weight of her body. Windows shattered like grenades from their frames, stucco and steel blown out in a wide plume of filthy air besides. Cars bounced off their wheels. Somewhere high above, the whine of a helicopter struggling to maintain altitude commanded the waves of the air. The sound of growing chaos as the giant lay motionless on what was left of the building, now nothing more than a shattered ruin. Armie stirred from the building's remains. Confused and slightly surprised that despite the terror of the fall, the impact had barely fazed her. It hadn't even hurt. She found out why. In the broken frame of the structure, she felt two round bubbles of fat cushioning her from beneath, hidden inside the twisted remnants of the offices. Her breasts, clad in the pleasant offwhite of her belly fur, had broken her fall. She blinked down, looking at her new gifts as a thought began to pull together. A cloud of dust that became a star, and light a shining brilliance of light inside her head. Then collapsed into a black hole. It was an idea, all right. A nasty, rotten, no-good [i]evil[/i] idea that made her grin with a renewed purpose. Her breasts had broken her fall. Why not use them to finish the job? She sank her claws into their sides, paws pressing down into the soft flesh and grabbing them tightly. With an arching back, she surged forward, pushing her immense boobs into the rest of the buildings, knocking it asunder with nothing but the power of her cleavage. What was still standing came tumbling down and- A tingling sensation danced up from the tip of her tail. She'd grown to know it. Grown to love it. The sensation of [i]growth[/i] seizing her body, swelling it out to grand proportions. She sighed as it overtook her, her breasts enlarging over the peaks of the office complex. The offices' last standing piece fell over like nothing more than a domino, falling inward into a dusty crater of steel and smoke and dust. Her breasts broke free of the building's remains, flopping over the wreckage. They jiggled with newfound freedom, and Armie marveled at their size as she checked the rest of her body to see her new size. She noticed something different. She didn't [i]seem[/i] bigger. Her feet were still where they'd landed, her elbows and head and everything else still dug into the grooves they'd cut into the earth on impact. Armie gazed back her breasts. No, they were [i]definitely[/i] bigger. She'd seen them get bigger. So why- Then it clicked. She hadn't grown this time. At least, not all of her. But her [i]breasts[/i] had, swelling out to a swelling bust that commanded her chest as a pair twin of soft, giant mounds. They were...[i]lovely[/i]. She'd enjoyed the feel of them before, but now? She couldn't resist the novelty. With a grunt she kneeled up, bits of broken corporation crumbling down from her fur. She grabbed them tight, feeling the fur and fat underneath. Relishing in the [i]softness[/i] of them, the pliable flesh rising from between the gaps in her fingers. Warm, plush bags of flesh that she gripped tighter, grabbing the sides and forcing them together in a mushing union. The [i]feel[/i] of them pressing against one another sent Armie to gasp; in pleasure and surprise at the sheer joy of exploring her body. She let them go, watching them sway free with a grin. They bottomed out and rebounded in firm wobbling orbs, jiggling in the open air of the smoke around her. This was fun. This was [i]really[/i] fun. When she grabbed them again, she made sure to close her eyes and [i]really[/i] bask in the pleasure of her kneading. Feeling every little detail, every little shiver her fingers traced through her form. The rising thrill in her belly with every jiggle and rolling bounce. One of her fingers slit against an especially sensitive part. A line of flesh on the side of her breasts that sent inhaling quick, and her body reacting automatically. She swung out a leg in pleasure, a kick of joy that smashed into the rubble of the office building. Mounds of paneling and glass and broken walls came piling in front of her soles like a tractor, piling it up in a mound as she threw it forward. Then another, digging a thick groove into the ground and adding to the mountain of junk cut into the side of the building. Armie's ears flicked. They'd picked up a sound, coming from far below. Voices. People's voices, shrill and panicked. [i]"Run!"[/i] one shouted. [i]"Get out of here!"[/i] [i]"We can make it to the cars!"[/i] [i]"What [b]is[/b] that?![/i] Armie fixed her vision down to the office building that was no more. Down on the street, a few people in suits were scrambling their way out of the wreckage, their suits covered in dust and filth. Shouting as they ran and sprinted away from the giantess, calling her all kinds of unflattering things as they fled. The gigantic genet frowned. How rude. She'd just have to teach them a [i]lesson[/i]. Pulling up one of her long legs, she carefully maneuvered it over to a tight group fleeing directly away form the scene of a crime. Some account-looking types scurrying as fast as their legs could take them. It didn't help them. Armie's reach was [i]long[/i], and she pulled her foot over their path to blot out the sun beneath them. The shade fell of them, and they stopped. Stopped and looked up to the horror of her foot hovering overhead, dangling and ready to strike. Armie took in the moment. Soaking in the power she held over them, then brought down her foot in a swift but gentle stomp. Just enough to push her victims down onto the pavement, and feel the weight of her foot pressing down above. Just enough to let them know. She dug them into the soil, teasing them with a gentle grind into the earth. "You're all so [i]small[/i] now," she teased. "You're barely even a threat to me anymore!" "Please!" one of the workers cried, "Don't-!" "Don't what? [i]Crush you?[/i]" "Let us go!" She tapped her mouth, humming out as she went through her options. Still applying the deep pressure to her victims, loving the feel of their bodies under her soles. "Hmmmm. I don't know. And what exactly could you do to [i]stop me?[/i] There's not much of an 'or else' when I'm this big." No coherent reply. Only quiet, muffled mewlings drifting from under her feet, limbs flailing against the sensitive underside of her foot. It ticked a bit; just enough to feel pleasant. Armie listened to their cries for a moment more, then rolled her eyes and lifted her foot. The workers gasped with fresh air and scrambled to their knees, not even thanking Armie for their mercy as they sprinted off towards the street. She watched them leave, glowing with the power she'd held over them. The power she held over [i]everything[/i]. Armie stood up, rising to her full height. Her breasts swayed with new fullness, now plump and fat. She took a deep breath, then resumed her march into the city. Her feet dragged over the office building's shattered pile, tossing it aside like paper. The buildings weren't even slowing her down now. Two more fell aside, her toes like battering rams the collapsed whole complexes with a single touch. She was giddy now, giggling to herself as the structures fell before her. Nothing could stop her now. Nothing.