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Warning: This story contains transformation, growth, macro, mega macro, giga macro, tera macro, breast expansion, butt growth, light muscle growth and severe (yet sexy) destruction.

Makoto's True Awakening, by DragonMasterX.

Darkness and the void were the only things Makoto Niijima could remember. The world had vanished from her eyes, as had all of what she had ever known. It was foolish to think she and her comrades could change the world. They had successfully apprehended vile and twisted criminals, but when it came to facing a God, Makoto truly had come to understand what powerlessness was.

The Phantom Thieves were no more. The almighty entity known as the Holy Grail had won, and reality and the Metaverse had fused into the same plane of existence. Afraid of ghosts and horror stories, Makoto had never come to learn of the utter despair that was to watch one's self disappear from cognition; to simply vanish into nothingness while the people she had fought so hard and long for ignored her and her teammates, dooming them all to oblivion.

The highschooler couldn't feel anything. Makoto wasn't even sure if her own self was still there, or if she wasn't at all. Either outcome terrified her. Even if the possibility she could speak was still there, she didn't dare utter a word. Fear had taken hold of her whole being.

In her last moments, she begged not to disappear. Makoto had her whole life ahead of her, and it had been so cruelly cut short by a world which had only smothered her in misery. She fought against all the odds, she did her best for everything and everyone, to stand up for what was right. But nothing mattered anymore. In the end, the rotting world she lived in had purged her out like the pest it considered her to be. All of her wishes and aspirations had been cast to the winds like ash after an all-consuming wildfire had razed over a forest.

The person known as Makoto Niijima: Straight A student, council president and Phantom Thief member Queen had been erased. All that was left behind was regret for what was and what would never be. She was ready to let go; to forget about her own self, and to allow life to go on with her soul disappearing into the void alongside her friends'. But right before she could cast the last fragment of individuality her conscience had been holding on to; a dazzling light pushed away the previously smothering shadows.

Makoto could see her hands. She used them to feel her face. She could taste saliva with her moving tongue again. The smell of stale air froze her red eyes as her feet were planted on solid ground again. "Where... where am I?" she asked aloud, seeing nothing more than stone surfaces in a dimly lit, dark blue atmosphere. Ahead of her was a closed cell door whose bars she immediately made the attempt to slide off. "A prison...?" she asked aloud again, her voice shaking with disbelief. Without being given time to formulate her next question, a deep voice rang within the confines of her small cell room.

"Niijima Makoto..."

The schoolgirl turned around, putting her back against the barred door. She felt just as cornered as she looked. Makoto could feel her lungs working overtime as she hyperventilated, unsure of where the voice was coming from. It was a voice she never had heard before, yet with a distasteful, almost frighteningly familiar condescending tone.

"Niijima Makoto." The voice loudly repeated, causing Makoto's heart to quake. It was all the young girl could do to keep quiet without screaming. "Your existence is at an end. Whatever pitiful effort you and your allies made has ended in utter failure. You stand at a crossroads now."

"Cuh-crossroads? What are you talking about? Who...?" as Makoto found the strength to talk back she also found her fingers slipping through the cell door's bars, which she seemed to phase through as she started falling backwards. "Ah! Ahhhhhhh!" the girl screamed as she once again fell into bottomless darkness. All she could see as she threw her hands up to the cell higher and higher above her was a faint blue light before she blacked out.

Makoto's eyes opened to the brilliance of a golden sheen in an awfully familiar place. Several rows of prison cells encircled the girl and a massive cup-shaped machine, the sole source of light. A seemingly infinite number of crimson red veins-like tendrils extended out of the giant machine top, connecting it with each individual cell. Makoto remembered where she was now. She was back to the depths of Mementos; the Prison of Regression. But this time she was on her own.

A booming, distorted voice shook the place with reverberating might, knocking Makoto down. "Child of man, Niijima Makoto. You bear a sad fate indeed."

Struggling to sit up, Makoto found herself clothed in her Metaverse outfit: A two-tone black and midnight form-fitting suit with a corset-styled breastplate and a long scarf tied around her neck. Codenamed Queen in the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, her iron mask represented Makoto's unshakable will and her desire for justice, but that had not returned to her. Panting in exhaustion, Makoto could only keep one of her eyes open as she felt overwhelmed by the pressure emanating from the machine in front of her. "The Holy Grail..." she managed to sputter, her strength almost completely gone. She was running on fumes. "Why am I back here? I thought you said..."

"Your confusion is understandable, bearer of the High Priestess," the Holy Grail intercepted. "You pitiful rebels have been erased from the public's cognition. The world and the Prison of Regression, the latter once a mere representation of mankind's will, are now one and the same. This world has no further need of you or your imbecilic cohorts."

"Then why...?" Makoto held a hand against her forehead. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come out. "The world eliminated me. It eliminated everyone!" she managed to scream out in frustration. "Everything we did, all the progress we made...!"

"All for naught. Indeed, you only wasted your life for a cause that ultimately doomed you to oblivion. Now you see the futility of your minuscule existence," the god-like voice's heartless remarks only served to fill Makoto with more and more grief. So many regrets seemed to pile on at once. She would never see her friends again, nor her dear sister Sae. Yet she couldn't shed a single tear. All she could do was scrunching her brow and clenching her teeth like a cornered animal baring its fangs at a much larger predator. Makoto was ticked off at her adversary more than she was saddened by all the loss.

"You brought me back. It's extremely petty for a so-called God to be gloating like this," the defeated Phantom Thief venomously said. "I couldn't fight back if I wanted to. I can't even feel my Persona anymore. What am I doing here?"

There was only silence in the prison all of a sudden. The golden mechanical chalice seemed so solemn and pure in its current state, surrounded by the echoing woes of humanity's desires to be chained down to the will of a deity. It was both humbling and terrifying at the same time. The quiet, however, was simply unnerving.

Makoto could only feel anger towards it. "What do you want?!" she shouted at it, smashing her fist so hard on the ground it fissured around the point of impact.

"As it is," the Holy Grail resumed its speech, "The world of man is a stagnant wasteland devoid of virtue. It would be a simple matter to rule over such willing masses. Such simplicity is beneath a God such as I." There was another bout of silence during which Makoto couldn't even fathom, much less respond the arrogance she as listening to. "The world a God is to rule must be perfect. But this world man has dreamed of requires fine-tuning. In particular..."

Makoto couldn't listen to the Holy Grail any longer and raised her objection. "You've got to be kidding me. A God who criticizes submissiveness while owing his very existence to that same submission?! Give me a break! How conceited are you...?"

"Mankind sees me as its savior. I rise to the task of giving it what it desires. My remarks observe only fact. The truth is unpleasant to you, child of man," the Holy Grail paused before delivering a weighty response in the form of rhetorical: "Is that not why the other children of man have conjured my glorious form? Is it not the reason you stand before me, to face that unpleasant truth?"

Makoto had no response only because she didn't need a verbal retort. The daggers being stared into the Holy Grail through her eyes were enough. "Why... Am I... here...?" she took pauses between each uttering.

"This savior wishes to form a contract with you, Niijima Makoto." The unexpected words caught Makoto by surprise. Part of her wished to believe the twisted God only wanted to further play with her broken mind; the other simply listened. "The reason for that and the reason you are here before me are one and the same. The embers of a quelled rebellion might yet burn into flames anew. Like pesky cockroaches, I require an exterminator to take care of the bugs that remain in this world."

Makoto's eyes widened. It didn't matter how flowery and poetic the Holy Grail's colorful vocabulary put it. She knew what and who she was referring to. "No."

"Reconsider, Niijima Makoto. You have not been chosen for this honor lightly. Your heart has been bared to me." The Holy Grail stopped talking just as a major headache forced Makoto to shut her eyes. In an inexplicable fashion the memories of her past all came rushing one after another to the forefront of her thoughts. Her times with her father and her admiration for his convictions; the way her older sister had taken care of her after Mr. Niijima had passed away. But also the bad memories: Her confrontations with Principal Kobayakawa and that scumbag Kaneshiro. Coercion. Blackmailing. Corruption.

"Nnghh! S-stop...! Stop it!" Makoto doubled over, supporting herself with a palm on the ground. "STOP IT!" she screamed in pain. All of a sudden, the vivid images were dispelled in favor of that grotesquely golden sight at the center of the prison.

"You yearn for a new world. A world where things could be different. A world whereupon the evil are punished and the good live worry-free. That world needn't be a mere dream, Niijima Makoto."

Every word was carefully considered. Every sentence weighing the vulnerable Makoto further. "What are you talking about? There is no way..."

"Foolish mortal. Learn who stands before you. The world is as malleable to me as clay before an artisan," the Holy Grail continued. "Your strength of will has disappeared, but your flesh and bone body remain. It is through that vessel that individual wishes may actualize. But only a God can facilitate this. A world shaped by your desires. "They" shall be reborn in this new reality, and under your guidance, a perfect world is very much possible."

"I... I can't..." Makoto stammered, finding it hard to believe what she was hearing. A new world shaped in her image? The idea was so beyond anything she could have ever imagined. But at the same time, it was tempting. "A perfect world..."

"My power can be yours, child of man. Relinquish the old, brittle, rotting carcass that is this world. Breathe life into it as my vassal and make my will into yours," the voice of the Holy Grail continued growing heavier. "If you refuse, only suffering awaits your loved ones. Even if the Trickster managed to dethrone me and the Metaverse was destroyed, life would not change. I must follow the will of humanity. But you are not inhibited by this. As a child of man, you are capable of destroying and remaking the world, Niijima Makoto. The right world can be a reality."

"The right world... it can be remade...?" Makoto repeated, fearfully looking up at the golden God. She had thoroughly been defeated. Her senses, her life and the memories of her person had been scrubbed from history by the world. The world had decided she wasn't necessary. For the first time in her life, Makoto had been given the option to say the world wasn't necessary anymore. "I can... I can remake the world. I can make this right. I can... can't I?"

"Yes. With my power, there will be none who can stand in your way." The Holy Grail explained. "You shall become Death; the destroyer of this useless world."

"Death..." Makoto's quivering eyes couldn't stop bulging out. Her mind was broken. The idea of a new world without the pain in her chest was like a hot meal on a plate before a starving woman. She wanted this. She had to have it. "Yes. Yes, I will do it!" she finally announced to the Holy Grail, who seemed to shine brighter still. Makoto let out a sharp cry as one of the red tendrils from the machine grew out from the top and jabbed itself into her bosom. "Nnghhaaaah!"

"Child of man... you have chosen well. Let yourself be bathed in my eternal radiance!" The Holy Grail's heavenly words seemed to trail off as Makoto held onto the red tube as a mysterious liquid was pumped into her body. All the girl could do was slump forwards once the tendril retracted back into the grail. "Now go. Rid this world of those that would oppose us."

"Gak... nngh..." Makoto coughed and sputtered. Her breathing accelerated as she felt overwhelmed with a strange sensation of fullness. It was almost like she had eaten a large meal all by herself and her stomach felt like bursting. At the same time however, she could feel an intense amount of heat gathering in her mid-section followed by a great deal of relief. The fatigue and weariness seemed to be melting away. "Wh-what's... what's happening to me...?" she grunted, her body quivering all over.

Unlike the sensation of dread and anxiety choking her for the past hour, Makoto's vigor seemed to be quickly returning and filling her with a steady feeling of fulfillment. She couldn't describe it, but it felt like the peculiar and energizing phenomenon she had come to familiarize herself with while inside the Metaverse. In those occasions she felt like full of power and, at the very peak of her limit, she would feel release and subsequently gain more strength to fight. In this case, however, Makoto didn't feel such a release. Instead, the power seemed to just keep gathering inside of her, spreading all over her insides which absorbed the strength in turn. Makoto felt like a sponge inside of a bowl of water, and just like a sponge her form started to expand.

The young girl felt her body pulse with vitality. Her muscles had warmed up and felt full of electricity, as if she had just experienced a full-body work out in the span of a single moment. Makoto could feel the power inside of her changing her, endowing her body with rapidly increasing levels of strength. She didn't just feel it. Her eyes couldn't stop focusing on the added tonicity on her arms as they swelled. Since it was fueled by cognition, her outfit not only seemed to stretch with her mass, but it also seemed to contort and comfortably hug her enlarging biceps and triceps. "I'm... growing larger!" she exclaimed with concern as she felt herself up with her stronger hands. She was growing all over too.

Makoto's legs were pushing her up higher as their length increased along with their girth. Powerful muscle complemented her already strong calves, thighs and buttocks; densely packed mass which kept the general slender and feminine shape of her legs. Her hips flared out with a rubbery sound, making Makoto grab her rump as she observed the changes in disbelief. Her ass seemed to billow outwards, stretching the tight material of her leggings which wedged into her round behind. The girl's curves seemed to be expanding a lot quicker than the rest of her fit body.

The start of bundled up girl-abs at Makoto's front was growing noticeably firmer. Her abdominal wall was burning off fat at the same pace additional muscle multiplied the number of packs to six. Rock-solid muscle pushed against the upper clothes' midsection, marking the six-pack into a perfect washboard that didn't interfere with her narrow and curvy waist. As Makoto's vigor increased, her body seemed to respond by growing all over, seemingly undecided if her build was going to end up child-bearer or female body-builder. Her ballooning breasts and widening shoulders seemed to be vying for a perfect hybrid.

"Ahhh... this is... this feels so weird! I can't stop it...!" The girl almost screamed in restrained delight. Despite the heavy decision she had just taken, nothing seemed to matter in the face of her transformation. Makoto's huge ass cheeks bounced when her hands moved up to feel her expanding chest. She could feel her larger biceps sliding against her growing chest even as her shoulders widened in order to accommodate her larger deltoids. Her fingers twitched as they sank against billowy flesh. The strength of her digits let her feel even through her breastplate, which seemed to be losing the fight against her swelling bust. Makoto's breasts were becoming way larger than the breastplate could hold, filling it out to such a degree that the insane pressure her fingertips were putting on the corset was causing it to tear around her hands. "Nnngh... feel... so heavy! I'm about to burst! Ahhhh!"

Unable to hold back, a scream of unrestrained delight left Makoto's lips. The metal parts of the corset shattered while the fabric shredded. Two tremendously large breasts spilled forth like malleable water balloons, their flesh squishing through the crevices between Makoto's fingers. She felt their increased sensitivity and had to hold herself back by pressing her thicker thighs together in order to continue standing. "What's happening to me...?" she panted, now forced to throw her arms in front of her huge breasts, each roughly the size of her own head.

"You are becoming a better version of yourself," the Holy Grail's voice rang out once more, seemingly nonchalant as always as it explained. "You gained a mask during your awakening; it allowed you to confront and delve into the Metaverse. That mask was nurtured through hardship and accomplishment, leading into a second awakening. But now your mask, as well as your cognition of yourself, has dispersed. A human with no sense of self, with no more than a mere vestige of what they used to be, is but a vessel for power and knowledge. Remember, your old self was cast away by this world. This is your new self, Niijima Makoto."

"My new self...?" Makoto repeated as she looked herself over. Her mask hadn't returned. Anat, her Persona, had disappeared. Everything she was, until that moment, had been erased. On its initial appearance, Johanna, the previous form of her Persona, had asked her to never lose sight of her own self; of her own justice. "My self... taken away..." the girl put a hand to her head and screamed out in pain. Again, she couldn't cry about the disheartening truth. She felt angry. The pain in her throbbing head only exacerbated her fury. She felt like she was about to explode again.

"Your mind is also expanding." The Holy Grail raised his voice again. "I said earlier that I needed an exterminator. You now know the specifics of a certain game whose outcome ended in failure for humanity. There are those who wish to dishonor that outcome and foolishly extend their assigned roles. They threaten our contract, my chosen herald. You will march into what remains of their pitiful stronghold and eliminate them. Only then can the rebirth of the world begin."

Makoto growled as she felt pain no longer. Instead she felt restless. All the power she had gained was driving her mad. The same power that had turned her into a muscular and curvy amazon had mended her outfit, giving it a sharper appearance. The spikes on her shoulder guards multiplied in number and became thicker, standing out even more. Makoto's fingers thinned at the tips and curved down into sharp hooks, giving her natural claws. Her breastplate was replaced with an open corset with a vertical cut displaying the grand amount of cleavage her massive new breasts created. Dark tassels in the shape of chains grew down around a belt with a broken metal skull brooch at the center, equipping itself to her waist. Her feet were lifted up at the heels as five inch stilettos replaced her usual footwear. This position forced the now 8ft. tall amazon's legs to push her thighs and butt even higher.

Closing her eyes, Makoto felt a new sense of purpose burning inside of her. Her mind was open to the knowledge the Holy Grail was imparting her with: The senseless game that the deity had pitted her comrade Akira Kurusu, codename Joker, against the deranged ace detective, Goro Akechi. Joker and his group had won that battle, and in spite of that, humanity as a whole had thrown their victory away. All of the suffering and misery they had gone through ended meaning nothing. Everything seemed clear in her head. This world wasn't worth saving. But her comrades would believe otherwise as long as Joker was with them. She now understood that the willful Akira would try to save their rotten world on the off-chance humanity would fix itself. And she had to stop him by any means necessary. Man's world was better off being remade; and she was the only one now capable of doing that: With the better version of herself.

Makoto opened her eyes just as midnight blue bandages wrapped themselves around her head, fusing with her face like some sort of second skin. The third new mask, her new self, had become one with her. As the bandages finished concealing all but her eyes, they tied up behind her head and turned into a trio of chain-tassels like the ones hanging from her belt. "My self has been discarded by the world..." she coldly whispered out as she began sauntering away from the Holy Grail. "I now accept that. But... in return..." she held out an open hand gripped her claws down on empty space. "...I must now discard the world." She violently pulled backwards, ripping space apart with her bare hand and creating a warp in front of her with blue light pouring out of it. The irises of her eyes had turned an eerie yellow.

She disappeared into the portal which sealed behind her.

"I don't understand," Morgana walked forwards with a restless pace. Only empty space stretched ahead. The other Phantom Thieves were following after him. "We should be back in Shibuya by now. We went through the right Velvet Room door..."

"Are you sure about that, Mona?" Futaba Sakura asked, adjusting her red goggles as she focused on her Persona Prometheus to scan ahead. From within the spherical being, none of the information displays were returning any life signs. "I don't detect anything ahead of us. Maybe if I adjust some parameters..."

"I'm sure, Oracle," the small anthropomorphic cat replied, stopping and turning around with eyes full of resolve. "My master created me as a guide to the Metaverse for Joker. I won't fail you."

"But Mona-chan, we're wasting time..." Ann Takamaki, appeared just as restless as their feline companion. She could sense something was amiss. "We've never been somewhere so dark. I can barely see you all... Oh. One sec! Hecate!" the blonde shouted while pressing her fingers against her panther mask. The mask disappeared and a statuesque feminine Persona leashing two chained dog heads appeared. One of the floating heads curved up on Hecate's command, opening its maw and breathing flames bright enough for Ann and her partners to see.

"It is a pity we did not bring flashlights," Yusuke Kitagawa said matter-of-factly before smiling, "That was a beautifully resourceful idea, Panther. However..." the fox masked artist stopped in his tracks as the added illumination put his focus on the floor. The rest did the same. Some of the thieves immediately looked away. Yusuke could avert his gaze. It looked like they were walking on some sort of see-through crystal floor, and below them was a ghastly sight straight out of a horror movie. Bodies were strewn all over in piles, mountains. The group couldn't tell if the people below were alive or not.

"Ahh! Nooo!" Ann couldn't hold back her scream. The fearful sight shocked her so badly that Hecate disappeared just as her panther mask reappeared on her face.

"Man, this is so messed up!" Ryuji Sakamoto couldn't say he wasn't unnerved. All he could do was hide it behind his Skull mask. But he had to keep the act up for the sake of his friends. "Where the 'eff did you bring us to, Morgana?"

"The right place, you idiot!" Morgana snapped back, standing right next to Ann's legs with his ears splayed. "I-I... at least I think so."

"For real? What happened to I won't fail you?" Ryuji rested his hands on his waist before taking a deep breath.

"It won't do if we start bickering with each other;" Haru Okumura stepped forth between Ryuji and Ann. "We're all on edge right now. But we have to calm down!"

Yusuke nodded. "I agree with Noir. I'm having a hard time believing Morgana would make a mistake, but this doesn't look like the way to the outside world."

"I'm sure I stepped through the right door..." Morgana mumbled, huddling himself to Ann's legs. "I don't believe I made a mistake but if I did..."

"Look, it doesn't matter if you screwed up," Ryuji was quick to intercept, "Sorry I snapped at you. I lost my cool there. Where do we go from here?"

Morgana exchanged looks with Ryuji and nodded, hopping forwards again. "I'm... actually not sure now. Something is interfering with my navigation. This hasn't happened to me before."

Haru put a finger to her cheek thoughtfully. "Then perhaps it would be better to go back to the door? Maybe Igor or Lavenza could help you."

"Hey, Leader, what do you think?" Ryuji turned to look at Joker.

Akira Kurusu had been calmly observing the unsettling situation his group was in. The question didn't take him by surprise. As Joker, he was responsible for keeping his teammates together and marching towards their goal. He could've been honest and tell them he was just as lost as they were, or tell them to press on into the darkness with uncertainty. There was simply too little information to go on with. "We should return." He simply said. There wasn't any need for them to vote and prepared to double back, but something stopped them.

"Um... guys?" Ann called out to attention, nervously tossing back one of her twin-pigtails as she threw her gaze around in a state of disorientation. "Where's the door...?"

The Phantom Thieves all turned around and saw nothing behind them. The blue door they had stepped through had vanished into thin air. "No, this can't be!" Morgana yelped and dashed back, a panicked expression on his face. "The door to the Velvet Room is our connection with my master. As long as Joker is with us, the door should still be where he needs it!"

"It appears as if we've been led to some form of trap." Yusuke calmly remarked; and everybody had to reluctantly agree. "Could this be the Holy Grail's doing?"

"You don't need to be as smart as Queen to figure that one out..." Ryuji's sarcasm seemed to hit on a dry note as soon as he uttered that codename. "A-ah... I'm sorry."

"I'm still worried we haven't found Mako-chan yet," Haru grabbed her right arm while facing the darkened floor. In reality she was staring off into space.

"Joker, you said the cell you heard screams from was empty, right?" Ann asked, getting a light nod from the dark clad Trickster. "Even Igor couldn't tell us where she went. Could she really be...?"

"Guys," Futaba's voice rang out from within Prometheus, interrupting the conversation. "I can feel something nearby. And it's getting here fast!"

"An enemy?!" Yusuke adapted a battle stance, gripping his cognitive katana tightly. Everyone else did the same with their respective weapons and firearms. Akira narrowed his eyes as he considered what his comrade was sensing. It could've been a Shadow, or perhaps the Holy Grail coming directly for them.

"Could it be...?" the cloaked young Trickster muttered, anxiety gripping his heart as he began feeling external pressure weighing him down. Like a window bursting to pieces, a loud glass shattering noise alerted the Phantom Thieves. They looked up at the chunk of dark space which had been replaced with a dark red hole from where crimson light poured through. Akira's eyes widened and he immediately shouted "Scatter!"

Everybody jumped out of the way in time before a figure jumped out of the crack and landed with such force it caused a vast explosion around the area of impact.

"For real?!" Ryuji exclaimed. Already unable to see well because of the low light, the dust which had kicked up into a cloud had left them briefly yet absolutely blind. "Is that really a Shadow attacking us right now?!"

"No... these energy readings. It's..." Futaba couldn't believe what Prometheus's instruments were showing. "It can't be!"

"Oracle, what is it?!" Morgana demanded, keeping his slingshot trained in the general area where he had seen the massive figure land. His movements seemed to slow down and his eyes gradually bulged out as his nose picked out two familiar scents. One was the same stale air and oppressive aura of the Prison of Regression where they had met the treasure of Mementos. "That scent... it's..."

Power gathered above the dissipating dust cloud. Before the thieves could see what they were up against, a quartet of sizzling energy spheres materialized and quickly began to congregate into a common point. Joker had to raise his voice and shout: "Everyone, guard up!"

When the energy spheres hit the floor, blinding light was followed by a terrifyingly loud explosion. It didn't matter how well one tried to defend against it: Megidolaon was a devastating attack. Had the group not been tensed up and rooted to the ground, the blast would have sent them all flying. Joker had been on point with the strategy, but the damage they took left them barely strong enough to keep standing.

"What the crap was that?!" Ryuji sputtered as he lowered his arm only a little bit to allow him a better view. The attack had not only cleared up the dust, but also dispelled the seemingly endless darkness around them. And now he could plainly see what was in front of him. "Dude... holy... shit."

The skull masked teen wasn't the only one at a loss for words. Surrounded by the Phantom Thieves was a towering sight. Buff yet voluminous; powerful and feminine; her solemn presence was overwhelming.

"C-curious..." Yusuke tightened the grip on his katana, his vision slightly blurred after having withstood the mighty attack. "I don't think we've seen an enemy this voluptuous since the Casino."

"Leave it to Fox to make the weird comments! Just where exactly are you looking?!" a furious Ann cracked her whip at the floor in Yusuke's direction. She immediately hissed from the pain of her injuries. The cat-suit clad blonde averted her gaze from their enemy's massive chest, suddenly self-conscious about her own figure.

"But everyone, look!" Haru brought all of their attention with a refined remark, "Isn't this...?"

"There's no mistaking it!" Futaba interjected, "That's Queen!"

"For real?!" Ryuji shouted in disbelief, looking between the floating Prometheus and the amazonian, gothic appearance before them. "Makoto?! Is that you? Gak...!" Ryuji tried taking a step forwards, but having taken the brunt of the explosion with his shoulder made the pain sharper when he attempted to move. "But why...?"

"Makoto!" Ann dropped her whip, immediately breaking formation and dashing forwards. "Makoto, is that you?!" she hurled the question like her life depended on it. The red panther didn't seem to care about her screaming nerves or the pain she was in.

"Wait, don't! Lady Ann!" Morgana's word of warning came too late. Ann already was standing before the yellow-eyed woman, her massive height completely dwarfing Panther.

Ann couldn't stop her elation from making her reach up to take one of the huge creature's claws. "Thank God, Makoto! We finally found you. I thought we'd lost you...! Now we can all..." but before the tearful reunion could go where Hecate's summoner had intended, her speech was woefully interrupted by a large palm pressing against her head. Right between Ann's open hands, the huge woman's arm slipped through, and with a mere push slammed Ann face first into the transparent ground. The one they called Makoto kept pushing, harder and harder, until Ann's incapacitated form went through the glass to join the pile of motionless bodies below.

"Ann!" Ryuji cried out at the same time everyone else let out a gasp of shock. "Makoto, what the fuck are you doing?!" he fiercely demanded, holding his battle staff at the ready. He was ready to charge off, but Joker's voice stopped him.

"Ryuji, stop!" Akira yelled. He could feel the pain of betrayal through his best friend's eyes. He could feel everyone's pain at what they had just witnessed. All they could do was pray Ann was still alive. The leader turned to Morgana, who nodded with an uneasy, wry smile.

"It's Queen's scent alright," the talking cat started explaining, adding: "But there's something foul about it too."

"Queen! Makoto!" Futaba cried out from the backlines, "What happened to you?! Why did you attack us?! We're your friends! Y-you... you don't appear brainwashed to me..." she took off her glasses to rub her arm against her wet cheeks.

"Futaba-chan..." Haru looked up at Oracle's vehicle Persona, which appeared to descend until it completely vanished, leaving a kneeling Futaba with her goggles back on. "She got hit by that attack too, Joker! We need healing!"

"Morgana, support!" Joker ordered.

"Mercurius!" Morgana immediately called out, slamming the ground with his paw as a rush of spiritual energy brought his Persona out. A single and powerful Salvation spell put the party out of its dangerous state.

"I feel better now. Thank you," Yusuke said, rolling his shoulders before reassuming his battle stance. "But what do we do now? We've had to deal with a traitor before. But I must say... I don't have it in my heart to strike down one who truly was on our side!"

"Open your eyes, man!" Ryuji growled out, already sweating from the adrenaline. "This isn't Makoto! She would never attack us willingly! This... this is some sort of trap! It has to be!"

"N-no..." Morgana interrupted, a tear of regret running down his round face. "It is her. And Oracle says she isn't being controlled. She's the one who decided to attack us. She's the one who knocked Panther out."

"But how? Why?! I refuse to believe that Mako-chan betrayed us!" Haru kept her battle axe down while bringing a tightly gripped fist to her chest. "Isn't there anything we can do?"

"You're not listening!" Ryuji felt the pain of reality gripping around his heart tightly. He cast an angry glare at their adversary. "And why are you not saying anything? Huh?!"

Despite the instantaneous magic healing mending their physical wounds, the strenuous mental stress the group was going through hardly had put them back to one hundred percent. However drastic the makeover she had gone through was, their ally Makoto was standing right there offering each and every one of them a cold stare. There was a moment of silence before the amazon vanished from sight.

Yusuke couldn't believe in his eyes. "Where'd she go?! Oracle, can you...?!"

What interrupted Yusuke's request was Ryuji's grunt of pain. Skull was doubled over, a fist practically embedded in his mid-section. Bent at a knee, Makoto grabbed Ryuji by his red muffler and proceeded to slam him through the transparent floor. Just like Ann, he joined the piles of bodies below.

"Nooooooooo!" Futaba screamed out loud, holding her head in both hands as she was forced to watch Skull being defeated in a single hit.

"Impossible...! Skull is our most resilient fighter!" Yusuke almost dropped his weapon at the sight. Morgana had patched them all up to full health, yet with a single punch that female had took Ryuji out like he was a ragdoll.

"Joker! We have to engage!" Morgana pleaded. Akira was just as rattled as everybody else, but he was hiding it behind his usual sharp stare.

"We have no choice..." Joker conceded. They had lost two teammates already. That was two too many. He couldn't allow anymore of his precious comrades to suffer. "We can't lose here!"

"Right!" everyone sans the shocked Futaba responded. Noir was the first one to act.

"Mako-chan... I understand what betrayal is better than everyone here," Haru spoke while standing in front of the trembling Futaba. "You must have your reasons, as did I with my father! But don't think for a moment I'll allow you to hurt anybody here anymore than you already have! If you don't plan on talking to us, then I shall beat you into submission!" Noir declared as she brought her hands to her forehead just as her mask disappeared. "Astarte, descend!"

A dark goddess emerging from a psychedelic pink skull appeared above and behind her summoner. Aiming at the enemy, immensely powerful psychic waves began spiraling towards the target.

"Yes! Hit her before she could move!" Haru celebrated, but joy disappeared from her expression when she saw her most potent magic spell being gathered into a ball of light in her foe's hand. With horrified eyes Haru watched as the amazon closed her fist against the Psydyne until its colorful waves disappeared. A loud swirl of air formed around the creature's toned arm as she grew even more imposingly larger, adding a whole extra foot to her mighty stature. "She absorbed my attack?!"

"That's ridiculous," Yusuke chimed in, "Queen's always been vulnerable to psychic attacks like Noir's. Has her transformation changed her magic affinity as well?!"

"Curses...! She's getting stronger from it too. And with Futaba out of the picture right now... Don't use magic, everyone!" Morgana advised. "Physical attacks should be our plan right now!"

"Go forth!" Joker pressed his hand against his mask, summoning the Trumpeter angel of death with minimal effort. The skull-faced musician tooted his instrument at the same time their curvaceous 9ft. tall adversary was beat three times by a debilitating melody. A single grunt escaped from the masked beauty, whose movements seemed to turn sluggish for a moment.

"My turn," Yusuke said. "Persona!" the fox mask on his face disappeared as Kamu Susano-o, the wild swordsman taking after the ancient Japanese deity, prepared a strike with his blade. The Persona however disappeared in mid-air as Yusuke fell backwards, his eyes blank, following a loud bang.

Smoke trailed up from the amazon's firearm: a black six-shooter with a single raven-like wing decorating the back of its barrel. The bullet had struck true with critical force. She certainly seemed prepared with ranged attacks as well. By firing a second shot skyward, a Dekunda spell undid Joker's debilitating magic.

"Fox, no!" Morgana reacted quickly and before their enemy could make her way to him, he summoned Mercurius again. "Persona!" With a skyward twirl, the slender spirit cast a shining feather upon Yusuke's unconscious form, bringing him back to the fight by way of Samarecarm.

"M-my apologies," Yusuke stuttered, struggling to get back to his feet again. "I had no chance to react. Even with her agility and offense lowered, she's remarkably fast and strong!"

"Everyone, arm up!" Joker commanded, bringing out his handgun. Yusuke prepared his automatic rifle while Morgana aimed up with his slingshot and Haru did the same with her grenade launcher. "Fire!" What followed was a nonstop hail of bullets and explosives as the party of four unloaded all they had against their enemy.

Futaba couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had never felt this confused and afraid before in her life, even when she was living with self-destructive hatred, convinced that she had been responsible for her mother's death. But what her choked up throat couldn't say to them was how useless her teammates' efforts were. What she couldn't say to them was that the enemy they were fighting wasn't just Makoto. She could feel "them" below. Futaba shook in despair as she saw the masses of bodies underneath stirring with the battle, the ones at the top clawing and banging at the transparent floor as if the battle had woken them up. "These are... these are the people that were forsaken from the messed Shibuya we saw right before disappearing from cognition..." Futaba hugged herself while shaking, her mind and heart racing with deductions. "They are the erased ones...! Does Makoto want to delete us too...?"

With what little courage she had left, Futaba thought to warn her friends as they busied themselves shooting their enemy. "Wait..." she grunted, adjusting her goggles as she focused on the target under the hail of bullets. "G-guys! Hold on!" she tried shouting, but found no words coming out of her mouth. There was pressure at her throat. First it felt like she was losing air, but then she felt like she was being strangled. Futaba froze in place and looked up, her vision obstructed by the enormous dark amazon's bosom. The smallest of growls escaped the poor girl's lips before she was incapacitated by a critical lack of oxygen.

"Futaba-chan!" Haru cried out once she noticed what was going on, being the closest to Futaba. "But how...?!"

"No! Have we been after an after-image all this time?!" Morgana was too slow to summon Mercurius this time. Just as the thieves realized their original target was gone they saw their main navigator's body sinking into the hell below them.

"Nngh!" Joker simply grunted, for once unable to find out a proper counter-measure against a foe. It didn't matter what they did. Their attacks were either repelled or blocked. Akira sifted through each of his expertly tailored Personae, but they all fell short of even making a dent against the huge enemy. Even when it seemed like something did damage, just like with their fight against the Holy Grail, the wounds immediately mended. "Is this it...?" he asked as he saw Yusuke fail to avoid a blast of cosmic energy, his body practically being shoved underground. "Can we really do nothing against her...?" he questioned himself while Haru was caught reloading her grenade-launcher and axe-kicked into the depths. "Is this all we can do?!"

"Gah! J-Joker...!" Morgana weakly mewled, caught underneath the empty space between the enemy's stilettos. "I... I'm sorry. I wasn't strong enough...!"

Akira's eyes widened and he snapped out of it, seeing he only had one chance at saving his remaining teammate. "Morgana!" he yelled after his feline friend. Thinking quickly, he summoned the giant Surt in an attempt to distract his opponent with a fire blast from an Agidyne. But with her superhuman reflexes, the amazon simply grew another foot taller after capturing and devouring the spell. Akira ended with his gloved hands around the 10ft. tall mini-giant's forearm and her claw around his throat. Her shapely yet densely packed muscle was impossible to fully grip. All he could do was struggle in vain.

"Meeww!" Morgana let out one final meow as the empowered titan of a woman twisted her foot and dispersed the cat's body into a shadowy blob which melted through the transparent floor, falling into the underground to join the others.

"Why...?" Joker grunted, defeated. "At least answer me why! You're still Makoto Niijima, aren't you? I can feel it's still you! Why won't you answer me?!"

There was a long, painful pause. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the woman began speaking. "That first attack was supposed to have eliminated you all," she softly spoke. "But I'm still getting used to this new power. I didn't want you to see me like this, Akira-kun."

"It is you," Akira grunted, his legs kicking in the air as he furiously crossed eyes with Makoto. He was angrier at himself than he was at her. "I found everyone in a cell inside the Velvet Room, but when I went to the one I thought I heard your voice in..."

"I was taken to see the Holy Grail once more," Makoto interrupted, seeing no sense in keeping Akira in the dark anymore. "I struck a deal with it; a contract that will save everyone."

"No. Makoto, you have to listen to me!" Akira spoke out loud, "That thing isn't trying to save anybody. It deceived me once. It tried to do it again by offering me a deal, too; an easy way out. I refused. It wants to ruin mankind. We can't allow it to..."

"I won't let it." Makoto's voice rang heavily, making Akira stop struggling in her unshakable grip. "Because I will be the one to erase mankind."

Akira gasped, "What...?"

"I've awakened to the truth, Akira-kun. There is no justice in this world anymore. The strong prey on the weak as a fundamental law we have all chosen to look away from; because it's an unpleasant truth. Criminality is just one of many rotten evils we as a society are responsible for. I once looked up to justice as a way to right wrongs, but now I realize only those who are in power get to decide what right and wrong is," Makoto's eyes were unblinking, her pupils practically needle-thin. Her resolve was set in stone. "Justice can only be defined by the strong. We made a mistake to stand for the weak and oppose the strong. The weak are weak because they refuse to face the truth. The strong are strong because they get to influence the world around them. I will bring about my own justice."

"What are you saying...?" Akira couldn't believe his ears. "What happened to all you told me before? Your father, the man you looked up to so much, was he wrong all this time? Is that what you're saying?! Answer me!" he demanded as the writhing and moaning from below them grew even louder.

Makoto paused, her eyes closed. She focused and charged up, drawing additional strength from the forsaken souls underneath them. With her body absorbing their minuscule yet numerous powers, the amazon started to grow larger. Akira was forced to hang from his friend's claw and to watch her become even larger.

The already towering girl expanded and inch by inch, everything about Makoto became grander, more imposing still. The disquiet underneath slowly started to die as the envoy of death feasted on the lives of those existing outside the new world. The chains hanging from Makoto's waist and head clinked and clattered together as she ascended five feet taller in only a couple of minutes. The billowing mass that was her enormous bosom rippled and bounced within Makoto's open corset. Her muscles tensed up menacingly. Akira's gaze, however, seemed fixated on her demonic eyes.

"This is the world right now, Akira-kun," Makoto spoke again, her free claw resting on her exceptionally wide hips as she sassily stuck her left side up. "It's a world with its rights and its wrongs. But they don't matter anymore because I've chosen to reject the world."

"That's not true!" Akira argued, "You're the one just choosing to look away now. How could you go against everything that we... that you stood for?"

Makoto took another long pause. She seemed to be observing herself. Starting at the sharp spikes on her shoulder guards, her round biceps and then her huge breasts; the sight reminded her of how petite and insignificant she used to look like. Her answer for Akira was a simple one: "Because I'm not myself anymore."

Akira had no counter argument, but it was then he finally noticed the absence of Makoto's iron mask on her face. Something clicked in his head and Makoto followed up with the explanation.

"You saved everyone else from disappearing from the new world's cognition. But I lost myself before you could get to me. I couldn't go on," Makoto explained, seeming to smile through the smooth bandages around her face. "But then I came to realize how little it mattered to me; my place in the world. With this power, I can remake the world. I won't need a place because the world will be it. I don't need anything or anyone to hold me back from that goal."

"What about everyone else?" Akira's stamina was almost gone. Despite his brave face and how high the massive Makoto was holding him, he couldn't struggle anymore.

"They'll come back. So will you and anybody else. Dad, sis..." Makoto explained, "But for that to happen, the world needs to be remade. And for that to be possible..." the mini-giantess balled a claw into a fist as if crushing something in it, "...this world must be destroyed."

"You've lost it!" Akira finally said, "The Holy Grail is lying to you. The deranged God is just using you as a pawn. All he wants is to rule a world where nothing opposes him. We were the only ones with the power to stop him. And now that you... gak!"

"I didn't want you or the others to suffer, Akira-kun," Makoto said as she had to shut her friend up by squeezing his comparatively small body. "But I forgot just how powerful you are. Your will is too strong. But now it's over. I'll bring about a new world. Please rest for now."

"M-Makoto..." Akira spoke through gritted teeth while lifting one open hand towards her. His gaze lacked hatred or disappointment. His palm and fingers wished to reach out for help. "D-don't... do this!"

"I've made my choice," Makoto sternly said. And without a single word of good-bye, she watched as her former leader lost consciousness and went limp in her powerful grip. She released his body which gently floated down through the glass floor, joining the other forsaken. The 15ft. tall giantess looked below at the countless souls trapped within the walls of Mementos.

Cognition and reality were one and the same now. The public had decided to erase those irrelevant to it. Those surrendered to life's cruelty, the ones that couldn't fool themselves any longer into a brief moment of joy, had incarcerated themselves. In a twist of irony, they had also managed to scrub out those that might hold the key to their freedom. It sickened Makoto. They were worse than the slothful, decaying corpses they were represented by in this vault. Humanity couldn't be allowed to go on like this. Makoto understood this and her resolve grew stronger still. She gazed up into the ceiling, feeling relief as the voices of her ex comrades disappeared from her mind. "And I know it's the right choice."

With that, Makoto started focusing once more. The Holy Grail had endowed her with the power to eliminate his adversaries once and for all. The old her would have been heart-broken to have to fight and condemn her friends. But she had cast away that side of her in favor of a great abundance of power which she would use to make things right. With Makoto's wish for a new world fueling her desires, she began to impose her will upon those whose hopes had been dashed. The forsaken below were nothing more than Shadows now. They were distorted desires and broken dreams. Their resistance was inversely proportional to their wild power potential. Their combined presence was like a force of nature; one which was now at Makoto's fingertips.

Makoto recalled how impossible the battle with the Holy Grail had been. The way those with broken spirits fueled the God's existence made him unable to be defeated. The world itself had been against them. But with the real world fused with the Metaverse, Mementos was like a power plant for beings like the Holy Grail and Makoto right now. The focusing giantess decided to use it to further enhance her new powers and the expansion process began anew.

It started off slow at first. Makoto could hear the familiar rubbery sound of her clothes groaning in protest as her voluptuous curves pushed fabric to its limits. She felt her stilettos grinding across the transparent floor as she grew. Her demonic yellow eyes could see the piles of bodies starting to disappear as they turned into red blood-vessels which jabbed into her body, becoming one with her. Each insertion happened at unspecific sections of her curvaceous and muscular form, and she could feel every individual tendril when it made contact. It hurt her at first, as she was absorbing the regret, sadness, jealousy and pain of those who had given up on life. It barely made her flinch.

But not all was pain. Because as Makoto's body devoured those souls, her power increased by a tiny margin, which sent jolts of pleasure across her growing body. Multiplied by the sheer amount of diminishing people at her feet, Makoto's pain was very quickly overtaken by bliss. Her slow expansion then evolved into pulsing growth. Her entire body palpitated like an organ hard at work before it exploded larger. It reminded her of how she had absorbed her foe's magic spells earlier. From one moment to the next, she grew dozens of inches bigger.

With each pulse Makoto grew another foot taller. She doubled her size in mere seconds, the vault of forsaken shrinking as she continued to rise. She felt electricity running up her beefy arms, culminating in sparks at the very tip of her claws. Makoto stared at her hands practically oozing with energy. She had never felt this way before. Humanity was a lost cause to her, but the human souls that made up Mementos were like delicious treats she simply couldn't get enough of. Their consumption felt both filling and pleasurable. She was soon unable to keep her hands off her own body.

Over forty feet tall, Makoto lost her balance as she busied herself with her enhanced assets. The giantess ended up smashing her sides against one of the vault's wall, moaning in delight from squeezing her humongous tits. "I can't believe how good this feels!" the monstrous young woman panted, lowering a claw to grope a generous amount of rump flesh from her bubble butt. "Mmmngh... nobody said this end of the world business had to feel heavy. I feel so good. Relief is filling me up!"

As she continued to grope herself, Makoto lost care with how fast and steady she was absorbing the forsaken. The Shadows were people's distorted cognitions and hearts. Mementos had been created by the public's collective unconscious. Consuming the vault's residents, therefore, meant consuming Mementos itself. Since most of it had fused with the outside world, and that and its inhabitants now belonged to the treasure of Mementos, all Makoto was feasting on was the last vestiges of the labyrinthine prison.

Inevitably, once the Shadows of everyone in the vault were consumed and made a part of the immense giantess, the vault itself was what Makoto absorbed next. Her body raised taller and taller still, growing faster and larger with every power-filled pulse. At sixty feet tall, Makoto's head crashed into the high ceiling of the vault, but instead of breaking the surface simply lost its texture and began covering Makoto like an extra layer. The walls incarcerating her melted down into the glass floor, covering it in goop which gathered at her feet and started climbing Makoto like some sort of intelligent slime.

Light began pouring into the destroyed vault as the concealed Makoto grew. The glass floor below Makoto finally shattered as she reached eighty feet tall. Makoto let out a moan of delight as her womanhood contracted in response to an electrifying orgasm. She panted and narrowed her eyes a little as sunlight hit her goop-covered form and face. For the first time in hours she felt a cool breeze hit her giant body when glass fragments flew up and sliced her outfit apart. Wherever the vault remnants sank into her body, her fair skin was revealed.

Makoto's new outfit was soon gone, and her enviable figure bared to full nudity. She quickly inspected herself, noticing her large, pink nipples stiff as rock at the top of her immense mammaries. She felt her biceps sandwich her boobs as her arms felt her wet, muscular thighs and privates. Her sex was simply drenched in arousal, which made her bite her lush red lips in anticipation. With what little remained of Mementos devoured by her, Makoto had returned to the new world. Needless to say, the old clothes she was supposed to be wearing did not fit her anymore.

Shibuya looked so puny to Makoto now. She hardly felt self-conscious about all the little people walking below her beautiful self; they hadn't noticed her yet. They all were living their quaint little lives under the protection of their Holy Grail, who shielded them from any unpleasant reality they did not wish to partake in. This was the Holy Grail's perfect world. Makoto knew she had facilitated this outcome for the lying deity by destroying the Phantom Thieves. She had been used. Strangely, the thought did not bother her. She felt incredible, she looked amazing and she knew exactly how she'd carry out her will. Her contract included destruction after all.

"These aren't people..." Makoto put a hand to her cheek as a wicked grin appeared on her face. "They are bugs infesting my world." The giantess looked around. Malls, apartment buildings, vehicles; everything had been miniaturized. It was almost like she was in a diorama of her home city. "I'm afraid it just isn't big enough for us all!"

With a single step she covered dozens of yards. Whatever and whoever she crushed underfoot didn't seem to bother Makoto in the slightest. It was like stepping on an ant trail whenever she wasn't flattening cars or knocking streetlights over. The people below didn't seem to be reacting at first, chalking blood splotches on the streets and destroyed property as accidents certainly not caused by a 100ft. tall giant woman. Makoto knew why this was. The masses had to be taught that the world their God offered them was simply a lie. They had to be woken up from their idyllic dream and convinced that her reality was soon going to be the only one. All Makoto had to do was give them a big enough show to bring them around and all of Shibuya was going to be the stage for it.

Red rain falling from the skies pelted Makoto's naked body, giving her skin a glossy sheen. She stopped once she had made it to the square above the subway, finding a good open area where she didn't feel crowded by tiny buildings. Makoto looked up and took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she finally started letting the brusque changes her new self had gone through sink in. Before she could give the masses below a show, she had to properly understand herself.

In her nudity, Makoto was able to run her fingers directly against her wet skin, delivering light touches every corner of her fit and muscular body just to do a sensitivity test. Her taut biceps weren't particularly huge, but they had grown big enough that she could circle the tip of her fingers around a sphere of densely packed muscle. She tried it on both arms at the same time before the circular motions crossed over and below, traveling above the broad expanse that was her titanic bust.

Sighing in pleasure, the giantess took her time using her index and middle fingers to draw circles around her marvelous bosoms. Makoto stifled some moans by biting her lower lip, but that became harder to do as the motions shrank and her fingertips closed in on her areolas. The surface area of Makoto's nipples had drastically been increased alongside the proportions of her mammaries, with the rosier parts including just more than a mouthful worth of areola. Hardened nipple tips prompted Makoto to be adventurous and to tightly pinch the nubs, eliciting soft moans from her mouth.

The idea of exploring her augmented body in public was a thrill unlike any other. In any other day, not even in her wildest dreams would Makoto have considered doing something like this. The thought that she was so much bigger than every other human and that they were going along with their lives while she played with her mountainous new tits was in itself a strange aphrodisiac. She almost regretted that she had to become visible to them once again. She simply loved her new self.

Hands glided down over her curvy waist, her arms brushing against her boobs which knocked against each other as she let them go. The sight was amusing to her; she had never once considered that having such a gigantic pair of breasts could make her feel so attractive. Thumbs and index formed L-shapes against her sides, making Makoto hiss in delight as her index fingers bumped onto her abs. She felt her tight six-pack forcing her fingers to undulate with each tightly packed mound.

Her thumbs sank against the supple flesh of her hips as her hands reached her significantly flared up pelvic region. Makoto grinned as she involuntarily leaned forwards, unconsciously standing on the tip of her feet to make her abundant yet springy ass lift up to greet her hands which turned to meet palm with buttock. All five fingers on each hand simply sank against the well-padded ass. It almost seemed like her silky smooth rump was devouring Makoto's hands as she went all out with the groping. She couldn't believe how soft her ass was in spite of its size. Her butt was comprised of muscle, giving it incomparable firmness. But what she was feeling was the shapely fatty mass which enabled such lovely thickness. She couldn't help but pull her hands back only to strike her own rump with a loud thwack.

Makoto moaned, taking pleasure in the exploration of her strong and feminine body. She planted her feet down and bent down at the middle with perfect balance. Her breasts violently bounced at the sudden descent, the left one knocking over one of the many trees planted along the walkway, making Makoto chuckle. Her stretching motion was accompanied by her hands finally leaving her ass in order to slide over her long and muscular legs. She felt her thick thighs and took her time leading the sides of her hands all the way down to her ankles. With her fingers on each big toe and her face almost completely swallowed into her cleavage, Makoto giggled. "I love this. I'm so huge. I'm so huge and powerful," she mumbled into her breasts, elation finding its way into her broken heart. She needed the confidence; she was about to take on the world of a God after all.

With a wiggle of her huge hips, she stood back up straight with a smile. Once her curves settled down, she brought up a leg and then in a single motion step Makoto crushed the subway stairs underfoot. Her eyes opened as the sounds of screams rang in her ears. The destroyed cars, the trampled pedestrians, the knocked over trees and now a sizable portion of subway riders trapped under rubble. There was a limit to how much the human brain could fool its own cognition in order to protect itself; especially when a 100ft. tall giantess' was responsible for a small scale quake in Shibuya's square.

From bottom to top, starting with her toes, the people in Shibuya had no choice to look up high, and higher, and higher, and higher still as they became unable to stop tricking themselves into not seeing what was directly in front of them: A supersized schoolgirl with tits the size of blimps. And this was just the start.

An alien rush of pleasure assaulted Makoto's senses, her smile growing bigger in response to the people's fear. It was they who had decided she shouldn't exist. She had fought long and hard for a cause that she had believed in: to protect each and every one of them from her perceived injustice and finally to save them an eternity of servitude. But their cowardice and irresponsibility had almost cost her her life. To Makoto, they didn't deserve to continue to exist now. Especially not when she knew they were the sole reason for the Holy Grail to continue exerting its influence over this corrupted world. "He needs to go," Makoto's yellow eyes brightened up, "But I can't beat him up if he doesn't show himself. So..." her smiling expression transformed into a scowl as she felt fury. Makoto realized that the Holy Grail not showing itself to her meant he had already declared victory and that she couldn't possibly make a dent on his plan. His arrogance pissed her off. She would teach the God a lesson. "...I just need to cut into his feeding lines."

Makoto looked down at the frightened masses at her feet. She could count each individual until she got bored of the dozens of pairs of eyes leering upon her glorious form. Makoto then realized they all looked so similar to insects that she shouldn't bother. With a piercing gaze, Makoto made more than one pedestrian drop all they were holding and gasp or simply scream out. "Your bullshit's over," she declared without any specific target in mind; it was almost like she was addressing mankind as a whole. "You don't deserve justice. All you deserve is finally realizing how weak you really are!"

With that bold remark, Makoto laughed and turned around. Picturing the building closest to her as an easy target, she made a swift display of strength by jabbing a hole into its roof. Terrorized screams and yelps were music to Makoto's ears. She could feel their panic as they reeled away from her overwhelming size. Just as she suspected, as the awakened humans who once had rescinded themselves to the God of control took note of what they were about, they began to black out. Those that fell turned darker and darker until their bodies burnt up and melted into some sort of shadowy blob. Makoto grinned as those dregs slid or pounced towards her like creeping slime, as if attracted to her body. No sooner that they grazed her skin, the blobs burst and disappeared.

"Mmm... yes. I'm where the forsaken go now. Give up on the world you've been dreaming about. Wake up to the nightmare of reality and then give up on your pathetic lives. All you can do is struggle in vain now," the giantess hysterically laughed as her body feasted on the newborn Shadows. Thanks to the Metaverse and the human world being one and the same, distorted hearts unable to be reined in by the fantasy of Holy Grail's protection could not keep their human form any longer. The process was immediate and could not be reversed. Those that awakened from control were now too late to fight for their free will, surrendering to their primal instincts for survival instead. "That's it. You have nowhere to go, and certainly nowhere else to be. You're better off becoming a part of me!"

Just as she had done with the forsaken in the vault, Makoto imposed her will on the vulnerable masses. More and more humans in Shibuya's square lost themselves to their fear. In Shadow form, their pathetic strikes failed to even scratch the giantess who fueled herself by proving her much bigger ego would devour theirs. "More..." the beautiful thief of hearts trembled as she felt familiar pleasure coursing through her nerves. Her cheeks flushed red and she hugged herself, her wet skin making squeaky and rubbery sounds thanks to the crimson rain falling from the skies. Just as her bountiful tits squeezed together, so did her thighs rub against each other as Makoto failed to contain her arousal. Mega droplets of feminine juice outshone the paranormal precipitation as her vagina turned uncontainable. "Mmmmmore...!" she exclaimed with need as she stumbled forwards, stopping herself by smashing her tremendous hips against one of the nearby apartment buildings outlying the square.

The moaning only escalated as Makoto's voracious appetite gathered even more power into her body, which resumed its expansion in response. Larger she grew, rising even mightier and more beautiful. Edifices seemed to shrink before her as she climbed to greater and greater heights. Fighting back her urges to masturbate, Makoto turned her attention multitude of bricks and glass harmlessly bouncing off her massive ass embedded into the demolished building. It almost felt like her ass was growing into a sand castle she had so cheekily decided to sit on. The thought of being the bully she was behaving like would've repulsed her before. Now she simply embraced it. Makoto truly believed she deserved to release her pent up wrath on the world which had chosen to forsake her.

She felt herself descend as extra dozens of feet also increased her weight to such degree that the building she had smacked her alluring hips into began to buckle and crumble under her sheer magnitude. Once she had doubled her initial size to 200ft. tall, Makoto stood back up and watched with glee as the apartment collapsed. She smacked her ass with a moan and wiggled her hips while dusting her behind off until it was pristine. "I need more. This isn't nearly enough. I'm only getting started!" she excitedly announced, only making those who witnessed her either vanish from fear or turn into Shadows out of unrestrained devotion. There were those who could simply not refuse her god-like proportions and, instead of surrendering to their fate, welcomed it by offering themselves to the giantess.

And Makoto absorbed them all. Shibuya became scene of chaos even more unbridled than its grim, transformed state could ever match. The sexy monster had become a walking disaster. When her sauntering didn't outright knock buildings over and the streets became narrow enough for her butt to get caught between two apartments, Makoto would just twist her hips and push her ass back, utterly destroying them. As she ascended taller and taller, her feet began trampling smaller constructions under her soles and her targets began to grow with her size.

The first skyscraper Makoto found made her lick her lips. She threw her arms around it, inevitably wrapping the middle floors around her heavy boob flesh. The giantess put her eyes as close to the windows as possible just to delight herself with the sight of those little helpless people awakening to the truth of their position only to crumble down into nothing more than delicious Shadows. She squeezed her powerful arms around that humongous building, gritting her teeth as her tits sandwiched the building until the flesh from each mammary met again. With one powerful tug, Makoto had ripped off three hundred feet of building, separating it from its squished bottom. "Nnghhaaaah!" she wildly shouted as she flung the piece of construction into the nearest borough.

It was like watching a demolition derby take place. Makoto knew that the more chaos and mayhem she caused, more and more people in Shibuya would fail to stay under their savior's control. The more people who reentered reality and came to face the incredible situation of their world being ended by a growing woman only created more food for Makoto. "More. Give me more. I love getting stronger. More powerful. More size. More, more of me!" she demanded like a ravenous beast.

The trip around the city was replete with cruelty and debauchery. Makoto spared nothing and no one. Her thundering steps and dangerously wobbling curves were indication of ruin. Her path being linear or erratic made no difference to the chaos. Destruction had become a flaunty delight to the giantess, and the effects on her were plain to see as she only grew bigger.

There seemed to be no stopping Makoto. The fall of Shibuya had become inevitable. 250ft. tall, 270ft., 300, 350... her expansion only picked up as her size increased her area of influence. Larger size caused her body to knock into the larger buildings she was quickly outgrowing. The excitement never ceased to build up within her. It was pleasure unlike no mortal had ever known. Makoto laughed and moaned at the same time as she rubbed her ass against an even bigger, crumbling skyscraper. Her hands heavily crushed down on the neighboring edifications, further causing a mess no person could escape, or live through. The balls of Makoto's feet sank into the cracked pavement below, skidding along as she ground her muscular back against shattering concrete and glass; almost as if she was settling onto the edge of a hot tub. "Yessss...!" she cried out loud, the excruciating wait finally at an end as she released her orgasm into the wrecked streets below. The city was hers.

"Enough!" boomed a disapproving, resonating voice that seemed to shatter the heavens. Makoto's eyes remained closed and her drooling tongue gradually slipped back inside of her mouth. Her grin slowly shrank into a quiet smirk as space began warping in proximity Makoto. Three hundred feet under the giantess, the familiar although less sparkly golden sheen of the Holy Grail greeted her eyes. "Your role has ended, priestess of Death. It is time for the world to be reset."

In reaction to the Holy Grail's words, Makoto's form brightly burned, enveloped by red flames. Once the fire fizzled out, she was once more in her sharp and demonic cognitive outfit. It was clear despite the bandages covering her mouth that the giantess was smirking at the new world's treasure. "Isn't that a bit premature? I thought our contract demanded I destroy this world," as she sassily responded, the skyscraper against her back collapsed backwards. With a bit of a scoot, Makoto seated her colossal butt onto the remainder as if it was a chair. There she rested a cheek on her knuckles while crossing one of her long legs over the other.

There was a short pause before the Holy Grail resumed: "The conditions for a perfect world have been set, Niijima Makoto. As the administrator of this existence, I cannot leave loose ends. The thought that a pitiable number of rebels could pose a threat to one who the masses have yearned for as their ruler was laughable at best. But you performed admirably, and the farce of humanity's will has finally been scrubbed out. You already have "destroyed" the world. It is time I take my place as the supreme lord and lead this world into everlasting order."

Makoto shifted the position of her legs as she heard the small God talk. A bored expression could easily be read in her eyes full of cold reception for the Holy Grail's speech. A rotund: "No," was all that the giant mechanical cup received.

"Fool...!" the Holy Grail scornfully replied, "You have power beyond mortal comprehension. The strength that is coursing through your veins belongs to me. You owe your grand stature to God, and yet you dare mock me with your insubordination?! The sin for refusing a God is a severe one, you sinfully proud wretch!" the tendrils atop the Holy Grail seemed to writhe. The ones not connected anywhere else seemed to stop before they extended towards Makoto, who was pierced in thirteen different places.

"Once I take back my power and your size, I shall have you crucified for the citizens of the new world to watch you wail in everlasting agony. And then when your body is about to give in, when the sweet embrace of death comes for you, Niijima Makoto, then I shall wind back time and heal your wounds just so you can taste torture once again. Generations will see you as the ultimate sinner suffering the ultimate punishment from God...!" Makoto grunted a little, feeling herself gradually weakening as the Holy Grail regained its golden sparkle, shining ever brighter as its size began to increase. "No matter how quiet and still you poise yourself, mortal, your transgression shall know no forgiveness," the mightier and mightier machine declared, already twice the size it had started out at since the Phantom Thieves had first encountered it. "Let this be a lesson to those who dare defy the will of God. She who bites the hand that feeds her..." the deity's voice trailed off as it sensed something was off. "No... Impossible!"

In its incessant gloating, the Holy Grail had mistaken Makoto's silence for resignation. It had failed to notice the generous increase of his own size paled in comparison to Makoto's, who had retained the size difference between them. "Enjoying the ride on my coattails?" the giantess gloated down.

"But how can this be? You're weakening, are you not? I'm taking the energies you've been devouring as the agent of destruction. Why are you not disappearing?!" The Holy Grail demanded. Makoto couldn't help but blurt out a mocking laugh. The buildings under her simply mountainous ass cracked and fell apart as she hopped down into a squatting position, her forearms draped over her knees. She absolutely loomed over the golden construct.

"Because this isn't your world any longer," Makoto cruelly grinned down at the God, "This is a world of cognition, meaning its reality is subject to mankind's will. And you..." the giantess reached down to uproot the Holy Grail off the ground to hold it up like an actual cup in her hand, "...are just a vessel for that unconscious will. A will so whimsical yet so powerful it's easy to direct by an almighty being."

"No...! You can't be seriously implying...?" the Holy Grail's voice was full of panic, a realization dawning upon the distraught God. "It can't be. Humanity can't have accepted you as a God. A rebel is naught but trash in the eyes of God!"

"You speak to me forgetting about one major detail, Yaldabaoth," Makoto, in her incrementing awareness, used the being's true name for the first time. "I am humanity. And I am the strongest will there is. Therefore, you're nothing more than a glorified piece of crystal-ware to me."

"Blasphemy!" Yaldabaoth decried, "A fool like you could never comprehend Godhood. Only I am fit to be the administrator. There is room for only one ruler...!"

"Incorrect," Makoto casually said, reaching up to rip the bandages off her face, throwing the mask and chains away into the distance. Revealing her wide and wicked smile to the vibrating chalice of wonders put her in a really good mood. "This world doesn't need any rulers. It only needs destruction! And that is what I'll show you, puny God."

"No... No!" Yaldabaoth pleaded as Makoto raised its vessel higher and higher, as if ready to cheer. "You can't. You have no idea of the power I hold. If released all at once...!"

"Grails do not speak." Makoto coldly decreed, her smile vanishing alongside Yaldabaoth's voice. She stood tall, her current height exceeding 600ft. tall. The grail's tendrils were torn off by her body, pulled into her skin like spaghetti being slurped up. With only her glare exerting her will upon the mechanical cup, the tendrils gathered within the chalice melted into a pink liquid. The giantess looked upon the heavens still out of her reach and her grin returned. With her mouth opening, Makoto tilted the Holy Grail over and drink rained down her awaiting tongue. Makoto partook in it all.

Over history the God of control born of humanity's selfish plights had become a great influence. Mankind literally had become Yaldabaoth's lifeblood. The inexorable link between almighty deity and its unconscious followers had granted it immortality and power eternal. Its essence, what Makoto was consuming, was nothing short of each individual connection to the lord's sheep. And like a wolf, Makoto was hungrily devouring them all by swigging down the grail's wine.

The giantess' eyes bulged out as she felt her body tremble and quake all over. Unbelievable power was endowing her with more energy than even her massive body could contain. Electrifying her from head to toe, the sensation drove Makoto wild. Her frame pulsed and immediately swelled twice its size. Makoto almost choked in the pink liquid after such instantaneous expansion delivered an intense orgasmic jolt to her brain. She had to smash her feet to plant herself down in order to avoid stumbling. The sensation made her fall in love with it and soon enough Makoto had both hands around the smaller Holy Grail. Pushing it as close as she could to her face, Makoto gulped the sweet concoction down.

When her muscular body doubled in size yet again to 2,400ft. tall, the grail appeared to diminutive that she couldn't properly savor what she was putting in her mouth anymore. She knew she couldn't just discard her defeated enemy. An evil God like he had paid for his arrogance to underestimate others. She would not make the same mistake. With another pulse, Makoto doubled in size once more, her almost 5,000ft. tall, her body casting a large shadow over the ruins of Shibuya and its neighboring districts. She held the candy-sized Holy Grail up above her mouth and pressed the minuscule cup against her lower lips with a finger.

"I never thought I wanted to know what a true goddess was like. Until now that is," she said while softly pushing her lips together. Makoto heard an almost insignificant yet wholly satisfying crunch before she slid her tongue out and slurped in what could have been considered sugar on her mouth. After the sweet flavor of the wine she had stolen, Makoto couldn't say she found any particular taste to the Holy Grail, but the knowledge that she had devoured the one challenger to her plans filled her with pride an excitement. The unbelievably gargantuan girl pulsed even larger, passing a mile in height as her appearance began changing once more.

At first, Makoto's outfit seemed to loosen up at the top, the open corset briefly releasing her mammaries into the air. The giant brought her hands up to the perky tits, squeezing them so hard that the imprint of her palms and fingers were left on them from the middle to the bottom of her bust. After Makoto let her breasts go, a revealing, glossy bra with the cups in the shape of her hands. The left cup was black while the right was white.

Passing two miles and observing the city below her shrink more and more, Makoto dragged her hands down her curvy sides, making the corset disappear for good while revealing her nude midriff and navel. She briefly crossed her arms, sliding her index fingers over her biceps, causing the arm sleeves and spiky shoulders melt before doing the same to her thighs, putting her muscular thighs in display. When her thigh covers disappeared, thin strands of heavenly white fabric drew a circle around her child-bearing hips, cascading down at the centers of both her front and back and meeting under her groin. The resulting article of clothing, if it could be called that thanks to how Makoto's gigantic ass wedged it tightly into its crack, seemed to be in the shape of a thong.

Already over five miles tall, the transforming Makoto started making her way down the disaster that was Shibuya, sauntering with exaggerated hip sways as if she was a model in a parade. She found it unfair that her ascension was not being witnessed by as many eyes as possible. She observed as the remains of her sleeves shifted into silky gloves that rearranged her claw-like hands back to normal lady-like fingers. In a similar manner, the broken leggings of her old suit turned white and fell down to her ankles, compacting and transforming into comfortable sandals instead of the sharp stilettos she had been wearing earlier. The skull-brooch belt with chain tassels at her waist started to elevate, chains and brooch falling off. It expanded its circumference as Makoto threw her arms skyward while she stretched. The belt glowed white and then shrank until it was a floating halo of light above her head.

The final change occurred once the 10 miles tall Makoto's feet heavily stomped Ginza. The people there didn't know what to do. Most of them had already disappeared from cognition, forsaken and absorbed by the vast priestess of Death. They watched her heavenly form ascend with her obscenely revealing, shiny outfit skimpily clinging to her muscles and curves. Makoto couldn't even properly see the worms squirming under her. Two metallic wings spread out from her back like an angel's, the wingspan alone blocking out the Sun. She felt incredible.

"They look at me and can't believe their eyes," Makoto brought a hand up to her blushing cheeks, giggling in wicked pleasure at the realization. "One glance and they drop dead. They're so pathetic! Nnghh..." she groaned, her size escalating further as the hundreds of thousands affected by her radiance continued to make her grow. "My beauty is so overwhelming they can't contain themselves from joining me. They know what little worth they have!"

She stomped down on Ginza, a single foot covering so much distance that it took her accelerating growth very little time to see the entire district sunken under the goddess' soles. Makoto was drooling through her fingers, panting like someone with ecstasy in her veins. Thanks to the now invisible Shadows merging with her body, everything about Makoto had become hyper sensitive. Just the breeze was making her cunt gush with juices. She couldn't help but slip a couple of fingers inside of her undergarments in order to play with herself. "Even I can't have enough of myself...! No. I definitely can't get enough. I want more. More! More I said!" she yelped out in pleasure as she fingered herself knuckle-deep.

As if obeying her almighty whims, the world around Makoto seemed to respond to her request. The grand influence of the Metaverse which had taken over Tokyo spread to the rest of the country, fusing the entirety of Japan's reality into the goddess' realm. Hundreds of thousands ascended to millions with Makoto's growth becoming a rampant, unstoppable force. Her body rose through the heavens and soon enough all of Japan was forced to bear witness to the spectacle which was simply going out of control.

Makoto became an unstoppable, hundreds of miles tall menace threatening to sink the island country. Her moans covered the nation, a voice so sweet it beckoned men and women alike. The transformation between human and Shadow stopped happening altogether once pure devotion was all that could fit in mankind's hearts. The lewd show of the colossal woman could only be met with acceptance and unending praise because Makoto's will had become so indisputably all-encompassing that it directly fed off humanity.

Hundreds of miles became thousands, eventually getting to the point Makoto's feet couldn't stay on land. "Ahhh!" she moaned out loud, the ocean rippling at first thanks to her booming voice and later creating tidal waves once her legs violently submerged. Falling down with a devastating earthquake as the aftermath, the angel of death ended up straddling her home country. Her apocalyptically fat ass engulfed whatever remained of Japan behind of Makoto, but she couldn't stop herself now. She needed release and added a third finger as she chanted: "More! More! MORE!"

And so was that the Metaverse continued to expand with Makoto's size. The rest of Asia to her right and America to her left, the whole world began changing to become a suitable battery to the growing goddess. Mankind never stood a chance because the instant the worlds collided, Makoto's appearance overtook the minds and hearts of all who were alive. Her growth couldn't be slowed down as long as humanity still lived.

It wasn't long before Japan disappeared between her buttocks, inevitably crunched between so much rump flesh. The splash of the ocean didn't seem to bother the fingering Makoto, who simply relished the possibility of masturbating while submerged in the ocean that couldn't even keep her floating tits fully underwater. Two thousand miles, three thousand miles, four thousand miles... her knees poked out of the water, her arms and wings eventually crashing into the surrounding continents. Her ego had finally begun feasting upon the entire globe.

"Nnghh... more! I can't... I can't reach an orgasm... oh for fuck's sake!" Makoto screamed out in sexual frustration, a free hand smashing a hole down Central America, cutting the other two subcontinents it once connected loose. Her fingers clenched down to grab as much as the resulting debris as she could, the incredibly big goddess forcibly brought it underwater and into her eager pussy. Makoto couldn't stop herself, but nothing ever seemed enough. She was too strong. Too big, too impossibly horny!

And then she started closing in on the size of the planet. Makoto's back slid across the world as she stretched her legs, pushing her almost eight thousand miles tall body away from the celestial body. But she wouldn't have that. Makoto turned around and desperately wrapped her arms and colossal jugs around the globe she had almost completely destroyed just by growing larger. "No. Not yet! You don't get to get away from me. Mmmm... more. More! Just a little more!" she seemed to beg, surpassing even the size of Mother Earth as she grew and grew and grew and grew some more still!

Licking her lips in anticipation, Makoto haplessly shoved the diminishing planet down between her breasts before her globular twins pulverized the world. The larger she became, the better she could use the world for her personal satisfaction. After the pain and suffering she had while living on Earth, Makoto couldn't picture a more fitting end to the planet than fulfilling her sexual urges. As if she was attempting a quick test, Makoto turned to look at the moon while holding the planet under an arm as if it was a basketball. She looked at the minuscule natural satellite like it was no bigger than a marble and didn't even hesitate to shove it under her thong. "Mmmnngh... feels so good. But hardly enough!" she yelled out loud.

Once Makoto had exceeded the planet's size five times over, she simply couldn't force herself to wait any longer. Far bigger than what the moon had been when she put it inside of her, Makoto hastily lowered her heavenly undergarments down to her ankles and began slamming the planet down against her eager womanhood. Her pelvis hammered right back, instantly shattering the Earth into millions of rocky pieces. But Makoto halted the separation of those fragments, willing them back together as if she was psychically gluing them back into a sphere. She repeated the same brutal humping with a smaller planet as she grew bigger still, instantly destroying it again. Makoto brought the world back just to smash it against her vagina, again and again, until the last slam down saw the entire planet disappear into her pussy.

"Nnghhaaa... ahhhh!" Makoto's screams seemed to shake the universe itself. Her wings stretched out and she clenched her eyes shut, finally able to experience a proper climax now that Gaia had been lost inside of her constrictive fleshy tunnel, destroyed and utilized as a mere sexual toy for the goddess' bliss. Makoto felt the rush of elation fill her heart as she squirted juice and fragments of the world out against her tired hand. Her orgasm was so devastating it left her floating limp and out of commission. A post-masturbatory nap in space was one of the things the old Makoto would have never even dared to dream about. But this was the new Makoto; the one who had destroyed the world in her awakening as the true goddess.

And she still had six more days to get started with a new one.

The End.