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Warning: This story contains growth, macro, mega macro, giga macro, tera macro, peta macro, etc. breast expansion, heavy lactation, butt growth, muscle expansion, transformation into hybrid, transformation into taur, transformation into naga, transformation into REDACTED and apotheosis.

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Becoming the Frenzy, by DragonMasterX.

Xilimyth had never been so excited in her life. Her lithe cheetah arms were tightly hugging her latest acquisition: An old tome of ancient origin she had managed to snatch out of a dusty-old corner bookstore.

The leatherback book whose cover was as violet as the cheetah lady's waist-long pony-tail had practically hypnotized her into obtaining it. It had been sitting at one of the store's racks which was visible from the left window. Xilimyth hadn't been hoping to buy reading material that morning, but something in that tome had enlisted her curiosity into making the purchase.

The aging bookstore owner had been quite perplexed as he assured her he had never seen the unsigned copy before. However, shrewd businessman that he had been, he quickly managed to strike a convenient deal with his feline customer.

She giggled to herself, eager to dig into the old pages like someone who had just bought the latest installment of their favorite novel. Xilimyth couldn't remember the last time she had been so excited for a book before. With videogames and series so readily available these days, she couldn't recall when was the last time she had made time to sit down and just be a bookworm.

To anybody so much as catching a glimpse of that hefty book in the small cheetah's grip, they'd be able to pick up a peculiar engraving on the side of the leatherback cover Xilimyth was exposing. Nothing that indicated the book's title or its theme, except a vibrantly violet concentric circle with a trio of equilateral triangles set up to ensnare the first figure in a larger triangle. Nonsensical geometrical shapes, the most educated of pedestrians would think.

And even though the book's new owner quite literally knew not of its contents, right now it felt like the most precious item in her grip. In fact, Xilimyth couldn't wait to get back home to read the volume.

A book with that much charismatic magnetism had to have a story or two worth devouring, would it not?

Xilimyth grabbed the first available bench in the boulevard venue to sit down, taking note of how busy the brunch rush was. With so many remote workers being able to pick where they worked from, cafés and bistros were pretty busy at all hours of the day nowadays, and it was common to see more people coming out shopping at these hours, like she had.

The cheetah decided against putting her noise-cancelling headphones on. Xilimyth was so eager to get reading she was pretty sure not even the notifications from her phone would be able to tear her away from those pages. Her eyes sparkled with joy and wonder as she began to move the cover out of the way while tossing her ponytail behind her shoulder. And the moment she saw the first page, the world seemed to black out for her.

In a noiseless, empty void, all Xilimyth could feel was her weight against the boulevard bench. Her purple eyes scanned from left to right, top to bottom, and she turned the first page, making the only sound her ears could sense; the rustling of paper. Straight away, she noticed the coveted literary work offered no relatable characters, no mundane or dramatic situations, nor any kind of ensnaring plot. But still she scanned the second page, left to right, top to bottom, and turned to the third, only to hungrily devour its contents like a starved beast.

Xilimyth's demeanor was so peculiar to those that happened to observe the absorbed cheetah that more than one pedestrian curiously gazed over the purple-haired cheetah's shoulder to catch a glimpse of that seemingly amazing prose. Only, they immediately resumed their work when they, in insurmountable, eye-rolling disappointment, realized each and every subsequent page in the book Xilimyth was so intently reading was bare.

"Isn't that a blank book?"

"Kids and their strange hobbies, nowadays..."

"Probably stoned outta her spots."

No matter who came and went or what they said to her, Xilimyth was completely gone in-between those ancient pages. Words that weren't words imparted knowledge that couldn't be known. The cheetah's eyes were feasting upon forbidden content. She began to giggle to herself at the sixth page.

"You must remove your eyes to see the truth," she quoted the invisible text, chuckling. "I've seen less obvious Nigerian Prince scams." Turning to the seventh page however put her smirk down. "Refer to page number..." she reread the seventh page multiple times. The invisible word for 'power' appearing throughout the one page continued to give her pause. "Power?" she repeated in her head, deciding to jump ahead half-way into the tome.

An entire chapter was dedicated to 'power'. Even though Xilimyth could understand what it said, her attunement to the otherworldly secrets held within that book wasn't sufficient to decipher every last detail. "Connect..." she mumbled, placing a finger upon the right page. "Release..." she turned the page, ignored the nonsensical gibberish being streamed into her mind, and skipped to the next, "Obtain? It says obtain! All of this can be mine? To be..." the glint in her violet eyes grew sparkly, her feline pupils thinning out from the excitement building within.

Xilimyth stopped. She eyed herself for a moment. Her form was streamlined with the barest hint of muscle tone, even more invisible thanks to the sweatshirt she was wearing. Between her lack of apparent curves and her long hair, it was sometimes hard to tell her apart from a lanky, effeminate male. She had recently started working out and eating more protein, but strength building took a long time. "Be stronger..." the whisper slipping past her lips contained every last earnest wish in her being. And thus, she returned to reading without further distraction and renewed focus.

"Connect, release and obtain... power. Power. It says power," Xilimyth said, strangely convinced about the alien language she wasn't even sure she fully understood. "Vessel... insufficient... bah! Oooh, incantation. There's an incantation? It's like magic!" the jovial cheetah found herself up on her feet, standing on the bench with the book held out in front of her.

Ever since she could remember, Xilimyth had always been attracted to the concept of magic. Prestidigitation didn't move her, but the very thought of elements, mana, runes she had read about on other books all sent a titillating jolt up her spine. Until this day, however, she had always been able to tell the difference between fact and fiction.

The tome was a magic one and it was the real deal. Xilimyth didn't want to believe otherwise. She was already building the incantation in her mind. "Stronger. Connect, release, obtain, power..." she repeated in her head, rereading the page citing the incantation until her eyes were practically lit aflame.

She was unaware of the panic she was causing in those that saw yellow flames lighting up on her eye sockets. "Connect me to the source..." she grinned, "Release the energy..." the eye flames were starting to spread, rolling down like tears on her cheeks and taking over her arms. And yet not only was Xilimyth unharmed, she seemed unbothered, or at least unaware of what other people were seeing happen to her.

"Mommy, that lady cheetah is on fire!"

"Don't look! Oh my God, someone call the fire department! She's... Oh no, it's spreading!"

"Allow me to obtain the energy..." continued the undeterred cheetah, the book itself now catching fire in her grip as the flames descended over each of her arms. As the tome was consumed, the chanting girl said: "Give me power unending!"

At the height of that chant, the book began to dissolve and crumble through Xilimyth's fingers, scattering away as dust in the breeze. Xilimyth felt a strong pounding in her head which made her lean forwards holding her forehead in lightheaded discomfort. Her unoccupied fingers curled as if she was attempting to feel the disappeared book. "What was that...?" she gasped, fighting a sudden nauseating sensation. It was all she could do to keep herself from falling off the bench.

As the lightheadedness gradually subsided, so too did she calm down. Xilimyth's vision was blurry at first, but after batting her hair bangs away, she finally started noticing the multitude of perturbed people staring at the bench-standing feline.

Since the frenzied, fiery spectacle had only been witnessed by those other than the cheetah, she felt quite at a loss over her audience. There was the trembling mother hugging her child, a businessman struggling to review the footage of the incredible sight he had just witnessed and a jogger that had arrived just after the last bit of ash had left Xilimyth's paws.

"She's not on fire anymore..." the mother shook her head in disbelief, clutched her child protectively and left.

"Darn this piece of junk. I didn't want to delete it. Ugh, she wasn't really burning though, was she...?" the businessman grumbled, turning his back to leave the boulevard with his eyes glued on his phone. "Stupid street acts getting me all the time. Should get a real job..."

The jogger scratched his head in confusion. "Was there a stage-act or something being held here?" he asked Xilimyth after the businessman left.

"Was it really that showy? I did get into it for a bit, I guess..." the nonchalant cheetah began to curl up a little smile as she quietly thought to herself. Thankfully, the unwanted attention had been reduced to just one curious person, but she all the same wanted them to leave her alone so that she could think about what had just transpired.

"Hey uh, bench acting lady, you okay?" the jogger insisted, approaching closer.

Xilimyth's eyes were darting everywhere, looking for just about any excuse that could let her off the hook; she didn't just want to run away and look raving mad! "I uh..." she started, eyes finally stopping at a nearby comic book store, "I was rehearsing! For a uh... play where I'm the uh... villain- supervillain, yeah!"

The jogger followed Xilimyth's gaze to the comic book store and then back at her, appearing satisfied. Deciding to take it a step further, the cheetah curled her right forearm back and punched the air with her left fist, striking a heroic pose which ran in contrast to her lie.

"Bam! I'll get you all!" Xilimyth giggled exuberantly, somehow taken with the fictitious role. But the jogger didn't seem amused. In fact, she was confused to find a look of shock on his face, eyes bulging. "I didn't know my acting was that good..." she thought to herself, but her own eyes started widening when she noticed exactly where the jogger was staring at so intently. Her sweatshirt was tightly enveloping her arms, which appeared considerably swollen; enough for the usually loose sweatshirt to look tight, anyway. The sleeves were pulled back at the wrists, and she could swear she could see the start of some small bulging at each of her arms.

"What the...?" both Xilimyth and the witness exclaimed at once. While the jogger rubbed at his eyes and squinted to get a better look, Xilimyth completely ignored him in favor of the peculiar sensation of her once loose clothes feeling tighter.

"It worked!" she couldn't help voicing out, her pupils shrinking in near direct proportion to the swelling of her biceps as she curled an arm. Quickly, she turned to her other arm and completed a double bicep pose by curling. She held the pose until she had assured herself it was her own flesh touching pulling at the clinging fabric of the short sleeves of her t-shirt underneath. "My biceps and triceps are getting huge! It really did work! I knew it. It was a magic book after all! And now I'm..." but a pleasant tingling sensation spreading up and down her arms interrupted her.

With very little time to finish her thought, Xilimyth found her mind wandering along her vision which situated upon her swelling shoulder blades. Deltoid mass was increasing towards widened shoulders to complement her enlarging arms, making the collar of her sweatshirt start to pull away in all directions. Her upper body was bulking up!

Xilimyth was pleased her arms and shoulders were gaining considering all the time she had spent with dumbbells at the gym, and was thusly serendipitous when her once slender back started to pack on muscle she hadn't even bothered with working out yet. Laterals bulged against her clothes, visibly growing her sides out. She could feel her torso warming up, the start of her girl-abs folding underneath her t-shirt before bulking out into rock-solid six-packs. She could even feel her pectorals pushing her chest out, making her sweatshirt collar sag with additional frontal weight. And the top frontal weight was only getting started.

With a purr of delight, Xilimyth brought her arms around and rested her hands at her swelling chest. It wasn't just her muscles being affected by the spell: Her breasts were starting to push out even faster than her pectoral mass was. Once petite, practically inexistent mammaries had begun developing with magic that was flipping the middle finger to a natural lack of estrogen. The cheetah's chest, thus, was growing twice as fast thanks to muscle and fat piling on each other, making her top clothes audibly protest.

The expanding cheetah could feel the straps of her now ill-fitting bra digging down on her widening shoulders. The clasps were starting to fail. If her enlarging torso and arms didn't destroy the shirt first, then she was pretty sure that was the direction her enlarging bosom was headed for. Curiosity nabbed her and she tentatively sank the index and middle fingers of her right hand down on her breast, allowing her digits to sink into the plumper rise of her amplified bust line. On release, she could feel her fingertips being rejected by the springy, soft flesh while she saw her sweatshirt continuing to spread itself thin.

"This is incredible!" Xilimyth thought with excitement. She wasn't merely growing stronger; she was also getting top heavier! However, that thought was soon complemented when she followed that tingling sensation all the way down to her widening hips. She could feel muscle packing on in her once flat rump, which was now pushing out against her pants as if she had a pair of inflating balloons at her back. The waistband of her bottoms was fighting against her broadening pelvic region, elasticity continuously getting tested by Xilimyth's expanding sides.

"Legs feel so warm, too!" she gently pressed her lip down with a couple of fangs while carefully sliding her palms down over her muscular waist, wanting to feel her surging hips as well. She thoroughly felt the muscles of her quadriceps, circling back around her hips to grab at her powerful rump. She found herself leaning forwards, craning her neck as much as she needed thanks to the obstruction her inflating chest provided, in order to supervise the development of her lower limbs.

As a cheetah, she had always liked her legs. Even if they were slender, they were the most powerful among large cats. Seeing her legs getting so muscular the stitches of the seams of her pants were starting to become clearly exposed against the bulk of her quads and enlarging hamstrings was an unexpected delight. Proceeding below her plumping thighs, Xilimyth could feel her shins burning with power as their growth tightened the grip of the shrinking leg holes around her ankles. Her pants were rapidly falling apart.

Her clothes were looking painted on, the slow expansion of her muscles and curves supplemented by steady upwards inching. Xilimyth was so absorbed in how big her chest and muscles were getting though that she didn't realize she was growing taller with every passing second.

"What in the devil is happening to her...?" the shocked jogger was trembling in place, feeling scared and aroused at the same time. Even though Xilimyth wasn't aware of her increasing height yet, the witness' eyes weren't deceiving him: She wasn't merely getting bustier and burlier, she was getting taller. People around the boulevard were starting to join the jogger in watching the fantastically swelling feline, starting to take pictures and recording videos of the unbelievable event.

She was already taller than a typical cheetah male. Xilimyth had broken past the 6ft. tall mark, her abs becoming visible as her torso became too long for her sweatshirt to hide anymore. Similarly, her forelegs were starting to show as her lower limbs became longer while complementing the greater height. Attention was brought to go to her running shoes once the polyester began to audibly fail at containing her swelling feet. Tightly tied shoelaces refusing to budge exacerbated pressure which led to irreparable damage as the shoes busted at the seams.

And although the most popular places to look at seemed to be the vertically splitting middle of Xilimyth's top or the spherical swells of her bulking arms, all attention, including her own, seemed to go to her feet. A loud rip at the toecaps indicated her toes had broken out. However, something peculiar surprised everybody, especially Xilimyth who began to wiggle sharp, thick talons instead of clawed feline toes.

The toecaps had been blown off her running shoes, with the torn vamp exposing the base of her thick new talons. They felt heavy, like sharp flint stones strapped to the ends of Xilimyth's feet. As she curled the mighty talons, the wooden bench groaned under the heft and strength of that grip. Before she could take stock of that strange new change though, Xilimyth felt her own hands vibrating, a pleasant tingle seemingly crawling over each of her digits down to the very bones and joints.

Bringing her throbbing hands closer to her face, her elbows hitting her still expanding jugs together, Xilimyth observed her hands changing before her very eyes. Her nails seemed to fuse into her furry skin, elongating into razor-sharp claws she was sure she wouldn't be able to hide. Each digit got more girth to it, thickening out to twice their original size, giving her mitts a broader grabbing area. "These claws look so badass..." she thought to herself, admiring the power her new claws represented. But she didn't take long with the admiration. Her back was next.

Xilimyth let out a surprised chirp when she turned her neck and saw growing bumps beneath her shoulders. Her breasts had grown so large the clasps of her bra had been forced open, the straps not an obstacle for the swells pushing out of her back. "Nngh..." she began to grunt, feeling more pressure at her shoulders than anywhere else in her body thanks to how rapid those growths were. "Ahhh!" she yelped concomitantly with some of her viewers, the bumps growing so large so quick they suddenly burst holes in her shirt and sweatshirt.

The cheetah arched her back, voice cracking and eyes intently shooting their gaze skywards as the masses at her back shot out like spires made of bone and cartilage bending outwards at the middle. Many averted their eyes from that impressive sight, but Xilimyth could see the towering spires above her. They were rapidly growing tissue around them, a thin, leathery membrane emerging from their joints and completing wings. These new appendages soon grew the same yellow and black spotted fur of her coat.

"She grew wings! Look! They're growing with the rest of her!"

"Is she some sort of hybrid?!"

"Aren't those dragon talons? It's like she's a draconic cheetah!"

Xilimyth was the talk of that little corner in the boulevard, yet she didn't seem to care for the popularity. "What a rush!" she thought, finding herself hugging her midsection as she tightened her shoulders and flexed her back, further widening the holes in her clothes as she tested the mobility of those wings. They had grown out only moments ago and they already felt like the extension of her being they appeared to be. The thought of taking to the skies and soaring like a majestic dragon filled her mind. But she was pulled back from her fantasy by a different sort of pressure.

Looking away from her wings and returning attention to her chest, the dracocheetah's eyes widened when she realized her bust had grown so immense it was positively about to spill from the provisional rack her thick arms were providing. The collar of her sweatshirt had been pulled at so intently a vertical tear was now traveling all the way to the middle of her chest, generating makeshift cleavage for everyone to see. With her broken bra, her severely outsized t-shirt had become the sole, and failing support for her enormously swollen mammaries.

In amused bewilderment, she pulled her arms back and saw her tits pull their weight down so hard that her t-shirt-turned-bra, and her actual bra's straps were torn off her shoulders. With the full brunt of holding those sweater puppies back falling to her sweatshirt, it wasn't long before Xilimyth was left topless.

And then it happened all at once. With the surging attention of the public, so too did she surge upwards. The dracocheetah mewled as strange and lovely volumes of power made feel her entire body tingle. Xilimyth hadn't been following her height, but at over 8ft. tall and packing several hundred pounds of extra muscle, the bench she had been standing on was hard-pressed to continue holding her up. The metal-reinforced wood snapped under her steadily increasing weight and Xilimyth, caught unawares, found herself stumbling towards the mass of boulevard-goers. "Whoa...!" she stuck an arm out at the crowd, her sleeves exploding right off her biceps and triceps. "Move it, you all!"

Fortunately, there was no deer-in-headlight moment. Had there been, all that bulging dracocheetah would've crushed anyone that didn't step out of the way in time.

Stretch, creak, rip.

Through continued growth, flexion and wild movement, Xilimyth found herself naked faster than she regained her balance. Her knees had punched holes in her pants, and their widening only caused her bottoms to be split in two. The upper part was shredded by her inflating gluts and bulking quads while the bottom part exploded right off her calves and shins. She had left the soles of her running shoes back at the wrecked bench, with parts of them stubbornly clinging to her feet or caught between her, pavement-cracking talons. Her underwear had become wedged so far up her flawlessly muscular behind that it had noiselessly snapped like a rubber band, with its remains between lost in the inter gluteal crease. Her vulva was exposed for all the perverted adults present to see.

Unused to having breasts so large, Xilimyth found their hefty wobbling throughout that stumble quite embarrassing at first. The second she found stability in her footing she tried grabbing them again to keep them steady. That simple move finished off her remaining sleeve when her arms flexed, and just like that, only the torn remains of her sweatshirt remained.

Males cheered as the amazon's body throbbed in preparation for another surge. She grew to an imposing 10ft. tall while holding her expanding boobs in her hands. Even with her enlarged claws, her breasts continued their expansion more rapidly than the rest of her, and soon everyone saw mammary flesh spilling between Xilimyth's fingers. Creamy fur and the fleshy pink of her areolae became increasingly visible as her expanding torso finished tearing off the remainder of her outfit.

When she once again let go of her enlarged bosom, tatters and pieces of fabric were carried off her by the breeze. Without the obstruction of her claws, or her arms, those fluffy beach balls bounced atop the muscle bound mini-giantess' hard pectorals. Her areolae had become so large in proportion to the surface area of her breasts they were now as wide as any one of her voyeur's faces, each capped with a rosy and shiny nipple. "Just look at these!" she told herself, bringing out the 'oohs' and 'aahs' and certainly many 'aaa-guhs!' in the crowd when she playfully slapped the side of chest. Her fat jugs were rippling and jostling with almost hypnotic swaying. The horny uproar of the public was enough to silence the complaints of the prudish few that were insisting for Xilimyth to get decent again.

But all Xilimyth could consider was how utterly massive she had grown. Stretching her limbs out, she flexed and inspected her pumped muscles now that their swelling seemed to be slowing down. She was so utterly ripped she was sure she would've stolen the show at a deadlift competition. Curling her right arm once again, she proudly purred: "My biceps are as big as my head. Now this is what I call power!"

"And yet..." she paused with a mischievous smirk. Xilimyth couldn't remain ignorant about the effect she was having on people. Even fellow females couldn't deny their attraction to her huge muscles, some even craving her soft chest cushions as much as the crowd of guys were! "I feel more powerful in other ways, too." She was getting giddy. Being the center of attention for her appearance was something the girl hadn't been used to until now. And yet far beyond shocked or upset, she seemed instantly welcoming of it; as if it was meant to be. Their adoration seemed to be nourishing her in ways beyond her understanding. But what she could understand was that she was beyond them and that fact aroused both herself and her admirers.

Standing 12ft. tall and still growing, the naked woman was already more than twice most people's sizes. With a sideways glance, a fang-exposing grin curled Xilimyth's glance when she was able to spot out a dragon among the crowd. The guy was a respectable 7ft. tall, and she still towered over him. She had only been half-dragon for a minutes now and she already felt like she put both of her species to shame. How were they meant to compete with a body like hers now? Her chest puffed out with more pride and she rumbled taller.

But there was something she couldn't forget about this unexpected transformation. Xilimyth couldn't believe how proper those wings felt; like they truly belonged on her. She wasn't in any hurry to fly, but was all the time enamored with her new look. In trying to stretch them out to their full wingspan however, she forgot how narrow the space in that corner was, feeling the upper windows of the intersecting shops banging against her impressive new dragon wings. "Mmmph... Didn't stop to think this place was getting cramped..." she huffed a little, glancing upwards as she realized even with her steadily inching taller, it would take a while before she was bigger than the buildings surrounding her.

Fortunately, nobody put themselves in the way of that swelling dracocheetah. Xilimyth made her way through the crowd, careful not to know anyone over too harshly, heading out into the main street for extra space. In her mind, her fans would follow her even if she didn't tell them too. She felt so strong and so sexy she convinced herself she needed to be largely unconcerned with the little people. She had already fed on their adulation, their envy, and certainly all of their attention. It was time to get more where she could feel comfortable.

Since Xilimyth never turned to look back as she finally stomped outside of the boulevard though, she failed to notice no one followed after her. They couldn't.

Where the large crowd of over a dozen people had been standing, only the clothes and effects of their original wearers remained.

Rush hour was fast approaching. One could see the cars zooming down the main street as people hurried for lunch break. It was a particularly chilly day, so drivers and pedestrians alike were dressed with extra layers. The one who defied thermic sensation with her absolute nudity made them all stop in their tracks.

Car windows slid down, phones were put down. The street heading into the boulevard was suddenly blocked by the emerging Xilimyth. Already 15ft. tall and on a steady climb upwards, the dracocheetah sauntered into the main street without a care in the world. Her swaying hips and head-dwarfing tits turned heads and made people stop in their tracks.

Infused with confidence the likes of which she had never felt before, the lumbering beauty wasted no time in basking in the influx of attention. The raring boulevard crowd felt like a paltry gathering when compared to the traffic jam she had just caused simply by hitting the main street. "I feel so damn sexy like this," Xilimyth thought, taking the opportunity to press her breasts together with her elbows while steadying them from above with her hands. Grinning at the puny-looking people, she gave them a show by shaking her torso, jiggling those sloshy mammaries while drinking in the lust from those that wanted to be with her and the envy of the ones who wanted to be her.

"All eyes are on me." Xilimyth thought while alternating revealing poses, having already naturalized her nudity as part of the new her. "Even if they wanted to, they can't look away from me! And... oooh!" she squirmed and bent over slightly, letting out a lurid moan that made more than one of the onlookers step back. "I feel it coming again!"

Xilimyth shot up another couple of feet taller with one shuddering spurt, her wings finally spreading out now that narrow streets weren't confining her. She felt a surge of pleasure wash over her hips and bust line. Her ass and boobs were beginning to enlarge to greater proportions, her hips widening further to accommodate that heftier pair of buttocks. Meanwhile, her already massive knockers saw fit to double the size of her own head each.

Some people celebrated the expansion, others watched worriedly. Many fixated on the beads of pearly whiteness gathering at the tip of Xilimyth's nipples. She had very little time to recover from the sudden surge of femininity when she felt herself seize up in response to the new sensation at her teats. Impossible to ignore now, the dripping of her nipples was making Xilimyth pant. "I'm..." she vibrated, her commissures curling into a big, wicked smile when her eyes were able to focus down on the milk escaping her swollen breasts, "I'm luh-lactating...!"

At first, those beading teats looked unassuming. The constant drip was creating a white wet trail indistinguishable from the cheetah's fluffy marshmallows, breaking off by gravity's pull at the bottom of that magnificent bust. Trickling cream gently stroked the feline's skin with its warm moisture, eliciting purrs once she volume was sufficient to properly feel it. "I'm making milk like a cow and it feels so good! Oh my God, it feels like my nipples are getting stretched from the insiiiiiiiiiides...!" she moaned again, leaning forwards at the sudden pressure in her chest while instinctively shoving a hand down in front of her womanhood. Her muscular thighs smashed together, trapping her wrist between them as she palmed her warming groin with a lustful hiss.

The small output had suddenly doubled. Some of the women staring at the lactating amazon were caught blushing so hard they could've been mistaken by tomatoes. It was almost like they had felt the pressure and pleasure of those expressing teats. They had gone from paused dripping to an uninterrupted flow now. A creamy stream running over Xilimyth's giant breasts until the bottom of her rack where it started trickling down onto the pavement.

Drip drip, the twin streams went, not even the running engines of all those parked cars around the dracocheetah being able to distract her from the sound. Taken by the pleasure and her own curiosity- "How much can I make?"- she shamelessly groped one of those breasts with her free claw. The sensation was immediately riveting, causing her to squeeze her thighs so hard against her lower hand she was sure it would've snapped somebody else's arm. It felt so good the sensation of her full breasts and their milky slushiness became addictive to Xilimyth. She had to have more.

People silently observed the self-indulgent lady experiment with herself, watching her lean against one of the streetlights whose metal shaft started to bend against all of her weight. Absorbed with her lactating bust as she was, the world still had to deal with her continuously enlarging size. She was already coasting 20ft. in height! Her hairband's elasticity had finally reached its limit; the proportional growth of each individual strand of violet hair had become too much. With an almost silent snap, Xilimyth's ponytail ceased to be in favor of a gorgeously silky cascading mane.

It was hard not to be in awe of that utterly blessed dracocheetah. Xilimyth certainly had not had this much focus on her femininity during her wild fantasies of power, yet she couldn't say she was mad over it. She looked amazing, combining powerful bulk with curves no supermodel would be able to compete with. She wasn't merely a giant: she had legs for days, hips that belied the fact she was no mother, a curvaceous waist leading into a titanic pair of lactating breasts. All of it seamlessly incorporating muscles the size of which would turn a bodybuilder green with envy. Her constant development had turned her into a true icon of fertility.

And she wasn't merely oozing sexuality from her dripping sex, Xilimyth's own breath and even her very pores were contaminating the air with a natural scent so similar to her breastmilk that it slipped into people's nostrils undetected. Just like with many of her enhanced physical functions, the release rate and effectivity of her natural pheromones had been jumpstarted to such a degree it no longer was affecting only the opposite sex. Xilimyth smelled so good even the iratest and confused of bystanders felt compelled to garnish her with their unending support and affection. They had no concern other than worshipping the dracocheetah with their undivided attention.

Meanwhile, a distracted Xilimyth continued to grapple with her newly acquired and pleasurable sensitivity. "Nnnnh!" flushed cheeks highlighted the feline dragon's whimpers as she tentatively circled her left areola with the tip of a claw, trembling with desire every time she sensed wetness against her fingertip. "I can't bring myself to squeeze it. Can I do it?" she whined to herself in her mind, feeling so overwhelmed by the pressure at her nipple she couldn't bear the thought of applying even more. But the heat at her crotch was pushing her to do it; she wanted the satisfaction.

Index and thumb met at opposite, horizontal sides on that wet bud. The friction of her digits over the exposed flesh was enough to drive her nuts, but she truly started moaning when she began to squeeze. "Ahhhn...! Ahhh!" she was impressed by the sensitivity, and further coaxed into pulling. She pulled aimlessly, the wetness causing her grip to slip and falter. However, she quickly recovered with a brutish grip that managed to cover her whole areola with all of her fingers and palm. "Mmnnnghaaaa!" she cried out as she sank her claw into her breast, pushing the teat in before pulling it like one would an udder. And just like a cow's udder, the nipple responded by drizzling the street with a short yet high-burst sprinkle.

And that managed to open the floodgates. Xilimyth found herself tugging at her lactating nipple more and more, obsessed with the idea of milking herself now that she was discovering how good it felt. The more she touched and pulled, the more milk that came out. It was enough for her right hand to leave her dripping nethers and tend to the forsaken nub, subjecting it to the same treatment as the other. Suddenly, Xilimyth was milking both of her jugs out onto the ground, making a progressively bigger, creamy mess.

As she grew taller the shadows of her huge breasts started to loom over the parked vehicles. The streetlight she had been pressing back against for support progressively bent, struggling with her increasing weight. Her tail was curling in delight around it, squeezing with such strength metal was flattened by the appendage, the shaft under it wedged into her perfect bubble butt's crack. And the more those mounds lactated, the bigger they became, forever hiding the sight of her own feet from Xilimyth as they began to dominate her torso.

Some pedestrians and drivers backed away from the approaching pool of dairy, much less reserved others jumped at it, desperate to get showered in the giantess' breastmilk. Xilimyth saw those small people standing on the puddle of her milk, licking her chops like a predator eyeing a prime cut of meat being dangled before her eyes. They were exposing themselves to her, their love for her milk. The same love she had for it. There was no shame in her gaze. "That's it. Bathe in it. I bet it tastes as good as it smells...!"

Indeed, the scent of Xilimyth's breastmilk was akin to a mellow yet relaxing mixture of vanilla and cinnamon. Its sweetness was so inviting not even the producer was safe from its allure. Before her breasts became too large to reach them, greedy claws pulled one of those nipples and a bundle of breast flesh up. Angled at her face, the dairy faucet struck Xilimyth's cheeks, making her giggle as her own milk dripped down her face. There was no need for her to lean her mouth closer. "I guess I don't need to..." before she could complete the thought, however, her stimulated taste buds jolted her with such positive feedback she widened her maw and immediately leaned down to clamp her lips around her own teat.

The taste was incredible, betraying the breastmilk's unassuming, mellow scent. It was rich, fatty, creamy and so damn sweet! Xilimyth was hooked in an instant, and even without the need to use her own lips she was suddenly so desperate to drink she made herself nurse her own tit. It was so much mammary flesh on top of the engorged nipple that Xilimyth couldn't even think of adding the second nipple into her mouth, eager as she was. Instead, she pawed at her free teat, giving it harsh tugs to keep the flow going.

"Whoa...!" the bystanders could only watch in shock. The milky amazon seemed to have no reservations about shamelessly breastfeeding herself on top of everything. The noise of air getting air escaping passing through her lips and nipple was like a squeaky smack, making those drenched in the milk wish they could be the ones partaking from the nozzles themselves.

Uninterrupted lactation only served to stimulate the localized expansion of her laden mammary glands. Promoted over anything else, her already insanely big bust line grew more enormous still. Her biceps and forearms started getting buried under the side-spilling mams, expanding nipples only causing the flow to evolve into hose-like output. Anybody looking on from higher than the second floor of the buildings out in the main street would be unable to see anything in front of Xilimyth that weren't those fluffy milk tanks.

Even more shocking to them was that the self-absorbed draconic feline was now growing even faster than before. It came to a head when the streetlight under her bulk finally snapped like a toothpick after it could no longer resist her increasing mass. It was hard not to stare at the moist patch of smooth fur under her abs, her labia so swollen from the excitement it puffed out between those gorgeously thick thighs. At 30ft. tall, her drooling womanhood loomed over everybody else on the street.

News of the incredibly massive dracocheetah woman was reaching all ears, if their noses didn't first bring them to investigate the source of that yummy, sweet scent. The main street was getting crowded with people eager to get a good look at that incredible spectacle, get a picture or a video to upload to social media, or even attempt to get in on the dairy action!

And Xilimyth drank and grew. She was so taken with herself and her delicious bosom that her priorities of gaining power seemed to have been entirely displaced by hedonism. It all felt so good: Lactating, drinking, growing. Did she need anything else? "Mmm... More." The thought occurred to her while taking a glance to the side, looking at the dwindling buildings around her. The idea of being bigger than buildings turned her on. "Bigger..." she wistfully mumbled into her tit, inadvertently letting go of her nipple. That moment of distraction allowed the immense weight of her breast to slip out of her mouth.

"Ah...!" the desperate dracocheetah whined, trying to push her boob back up like a baby yearning for their milk bottle. However, she found that not even her Herculean arms were favoring her in the impossible task of lifting her torso-filling mounds in a way that allowed her to angle her nipples towards her own mouth, let alone managing to get either of them back in her mouth. In fact, the weight of her dairy factories had become so great she was brusquely pulled down by her own superlative bust. It violently wobbled, leaving Xilimyth with little option but to flail as she started to tilt.

Stumbling forwards, the giantess had no way of minding her step as she stomped into the pavement. Her talons kicked unoccupied vehicles out of the way, crushing other empty cars underfoot as the slippery pavement made the task of regaining balance impossible. "Whoa... whoa!" Another squeak left her lips as she threw her hands forth in an attempt to break her fall. Even though she didn't take a nasty spill, the main street ended quaking all over when her gigantic boobs heavily landed on the road.

Already at 40ft. tall, the avenue was rapidly filling up with overly busty dracat. The impact of her fall had been so mighty the few locked cars in her immediate surroundings got rattled into firing off their alarms. But the sudden racket wasn't what unleashed the chaos in the streets. Her dangerous stumbling had caught many a bystander unawares. Some people had gotten out of the way in time, others had not. Xilimyth was so large and was so distracted with her clumsy movement that she hardly noticed how many she trampled on her way down.

"That was embarrassing..." the mega top heavy hybrid mumbled. Cheeks glowed deep red as she found herself bouncing atop her swollen and still-leaking mams as if they were overinflated beach balls instead of breasts. They had certainly cushioned her rough landing, however. No matter where the embarrassed Xilimyth looked however, she didn't see a single person laughing. In fact, very few people remained in her direct proximity, with the rest of the crowd observing from at least half a block away. "Weird. I saw a lot of people jumping out of the way as I was tumbling down..." she murmured, taking a while to come to a conclusion. "Ahh! I didn't crush them under my boobs, did I?!"

Try as she might, not even the giantess' huge muscles could allow her to lift those giant breasts. Without an end to the lactation their size and weight progressively grew, leaving their owner pinned down atop them. Xilimyth couldn't afford the physical strength to pull herself off the ground anymore! And even if she tried, the constant stretching sensation on her nipples kept sending jolts of bliss up her spine, breaking her concentration. Filling the street with her ever growing jugs felt too good!

Storm drains were having a rough time keeping up with the milk flooding the streets. Abandoned pieces of apparel and other tided over belongings were clogging them. Not a person emerged from the growing dairy stream, though. Just like back at the boulevard, only the admirers' clothes remained.

Unlike the boulevard incident however, this time people farther away from Xilimyth had seen their fellow commuters vanish from their sight. The crowd wasn't even bothering to whisper their thoughts.

"What happened to all those people? They just went poof!"

"They were getting close to her, and then she passed through them..."

"But she didn't even touch them! I saw it! They were reaching for her and then..."

Confusion and fear had been planted on those who could think more than simply staring at those street clogging tits and enormous dracocheetah ass. The seed of chaos didn't take long to sprout once a single person pointed out the seemingly enraptured victims had left their clothes behind.

"Get away from her! She's dangerous!" one of the bystanders yelled at those so enthralled by that beauty and the sweet scent they couldn't conceive of staying away from the giantess.

"Monster! She's a monster! Don't go...!" another shouted, trying to grab their partner in an effort to save them. But they immediately let go once they saw their significant other's vacant eyes and drooling smile.

"Such a sexy, milk-spewing monster..." Like zombies, those unable to resist the need to give that giantess their devotion marched in her direction.

"Whu..." Xilimyth was having a hard time hearing the yelps from half a block away, "What are they shouting about?" she drunkenly asked, so engrossed in the pleasure of her inexorable swelling that she rapidly was becoming distracted by herself again. The more their numbers grew and the closer her admirers got, the more intense a reaction her body seemed to have.

Rumbling all over she completed her ascension to 50ft. tall, talons skidding along the pavement. However, her knees weren't even grazing the ground anymore. They were bent up against the mass of boob flesh making it impossible for the winged beauty to do much else other than squirm as she was propped up atop her own monstrous bosom. She went from inadvertently doing a torso-sized-breasts variation of the famous Jack-o Crouch to quite literally lying across her ludicrously overinflated chest mountains.

Xilimyth could only helplessly meow, feeling her sex clench with desire. All she could feel was her colossal pair against her as they ominously sloshed. Nipples bigger than cars spewed white waterfalls that washed over the entire avenue ahead of her. "Thu-this is crazy!" she stuttered with a dumb, horny smile, "Whu-why are thu-they still... aaaah...!"

Those sloshy breasts were getting out of control. The streets were running out of space to contain the swelling mounds. The rumbling before every violent growth spurt made a six block area shudder with the noise comparable to a stormy ocean coming from those heavily inflated breasts. Even while lying down, Xilimyth rose above two and three story buildings as the mammoth mammaries continued to lift her higher and higher.

"They're so big! Thu-they're too big! But it... aahhh, it feels crazy good!" The tug at her skin was indescribable. The growth of those leviathanic orbs felt even better than feeling the rest of her growing larger. Feeling them drag over the wet asphalt, snapping cars like twigs under their creamy bulk, was a fantastic rush. Her breasts were soon so big they began growing against the buildings themselves, flesh harmlessly bursting through the windows before the walls sagged and eventually collapsed under the unstoppable advance. It didn't matter if it was an office building or a bakery, those tits outgrew and smooshed them like the world's softest wrecking balls.

People continued to 'poof' when getting too close to the overly gorged icons of femininity. Milk was quickly starting to get everywhere in the city, and alongside Xilimyth's ever increasing arousal, so was her irresistibly sexual charm. By now, if citizens had not made it out to the other side of town, they had either disappeared or were on their way to worship the ominously rumbling pair of giant mommy milkers.

It was all too much for poor Xilimyth's overwhelmed brain. Any line of thought died the second it birthed, having to contend with machinegun-fired micro-orgasms delivered unto her by the heavenly sensation of having her titanic bust shove her ever higher. Crushing the avenue as it surged, Xilimyth knew was going to lose her head; it was all a matter of time.

Drooling, the dracocheetah got a little breathing room when the milk flow slowly came to a stop, but as Xilimyth soon found out, it had all been a misunderstanding on her part. The flow hadn't stopped. She was getting backed up, and it didn't take long for her to feel the dangerously loud vibrations coming from her chest. Her breasts had become so utterly gargantuan, so immensely productive that they finally were making way too much for her to expunge in a way her already supersized nipples could manage in a timely manner. "Ahhh... i-if this kuh-keeps up...!" Xilimyth trembled, feeling so much pressure at her blocked teats she thought she was a pair of ticking bombs ready to detonate.

With a mighty shudder, her milk ducts were finally pushed out to their very limits. Xilimyth let out an ear-piercing scream of pure bliss as her pussy exploded with juices much like how her nipples blasted everything ahead of her with history's creamiest tidal wave. The dairy rush was so immensely powerful it didn't merely wash out the avenue, it knocked buildings over, washing everything over like the sweetest catastrophe in the country's life. The flood was as implacable as it was lengthy, extending Xilimyth's orgasm for as long as she was cannoning the city with those weapons of mass lactation.

She couldn't stop moaning, mewling pathetically like a kitten, thrashing and squirming, beating on her own chest. Part of her wanted the brain-melting bliss to give her a break, but another simply wanted to exploit her every last bit of her recently acquired physical strength to further stimulate her feline udders.

Her mind was gone, sequestered into a dark abyss from whence the thought of perpetual an inescapable hedonism emerged to stay for good. Xilimyth began to grin and the most minimal fraction of resistance and doubt abandoned her.

"MYAAAAAAAH...!" she bellowed out with a second, more powerful orgasm. Madness had taken her like and her delicious breastmilk had taken half an entire city.

When she was finally able to calm down fifteen minutes later, Xilimyth found her breasts were yet to empty, but the blasts had subsided into a regular, constant, much more sexually manageable stream. As a result of that discharge, her tits had doubled their already gargantuan size, leaving her perched atop a pair of boobs each taking an entire block by themselves alone. Since all growth had focused on her chest, Xilimyth could not see past her own boobs. She couldn't reach anything that wasn't her own tits. In fact, she was so trapped by her own cleavage she could hardly move.

"How am I going to enjoy myself if I can't move?!" she huffed, caring very little about anything that wasn't herself at this point. People she may or may not have crushed became an afterthought. Even after having come so hard for so long, her drenched cunt was still demanding additional stimulation. Stimulation she couldn't give herself now that she was pinned down and trapped above all things!

"Nnnghh... c'mon, body. You were so happy getting more muscular and taller before... I need... bigger...! Bigger, myself!" Xilimyth corrected herself, shoving her arms through the heavily wobbling masses of her city inundating lady lumps. Her quest for pleasure was all she cared about, and her demands seemed to be enough for her body to react; although it did so in an unexpected manner.

First, her height started increasing just as the violet haired beauty had been wanting. She could feel herself popping back out from her own cleavage, talons pressing down on the wall of breast flesh that encompassed her. Xilimyth was pleased as she could feel her feet descending while her eyes started being able to peer over the horizon following the top of her rack. But seeing past her cleavage was a short-lived experience. When her soles sank into the backwashing milk and hit the ground again, the weight was shifted onto her and suddenly she had to start shoving her arms against her tits lest they crush her. "Nnnghaaaa...! Figures they'd be heavy. I didn't expect them to be this heavy!" she laughed, muscles bulking up as she put her back into lifting the milky titan twins.

There was no way she would be able to move, much less get anywhere to pleasuring herself if she was crushed under her boobs. The dracocheetah couldn't think straight, however; coming up with a plan was going to be next to impossible. She wasn't perched atop her boobs anymore; she was now wrestling them! "Need more strength. Would bigger muscles even work?!" her wings flapped in protest, blowing debris and dust all around her as if attempting to add their strength to the Sisyphean task before her.

Thankfully for Xilimyth, a second change intercepted in favor of leveling the playing field. "Nnnghh... what's that warmth in my hips- no, wait, all of my legs?!" She was right on both accounts. From the waist up, her torso started elongating in response to her suddenly stretching hips. Her butt and her legs were vibrating beyond physical strain the giantess was putting them through in order to hold her breasts up. They shook and noisily creaked in a strange way, prompting Xilimyth to look over her huge deltoids until she saw exactly what was happening back there.

It looked as though her behind was swelling again for a moment, but Xilimyth quickly realized that was not the case. Her backside was pushing out, as if being displaced by an unseen force. For an instant, it looked like her entire lower body was stretching away from her, her talons digging fissures into the street as she refused to use them for walking while pushing back against the crushing weight of her own chest. As her upper body continued to weirdly elongate upwards, her bottom body elastically curved away from her until the length of her ninety-degree bent middle had left her hips and waist separated hundreds of feet apart!

With that particular configuration in place, Xilimyth felt her talons all the way back starting to slip. She was going to get toppled at this rate! But before that came to pass, the area at the bottom of her torso that her hips used to be at started to bulge out at the sides. In a similar fashion to how her wings had grown out, fleshy lumps began to stretch the hybrid's fur, swelling and growing like the sacs on a toad.

Those sacs burst right before Xilimyth slipped off. She suddenly felt balanced and with an additional source of leverage, but most importantly, additional strength. "Damn! Is that a new pair of legs?!" she began giggling in a deranged way. Indeed, a couple of new talons had crushed the milky ground beneath them, leading up to fully grown new limbs that were equally built as her original legs.

The weight of her breasts suddenly didn't feel as restrictive anymore. Xilimyth took a moment to press down on each individual foot, getting a feel for the new extremities in relation to their locations. Just like with her wings when they had first grown, this was going to take some getting used to. However, there was no doubt the summation of an even bigger, stronger lower body had managed to give the centauric hybrid an edge over her disproportionately fat rack. Digging all four heels into the pavement and summoning monstrous levels of strength, Xilimyth finally managed to lift her chest in her arms, holding the wobbling, continuously lactating breasts above ground.

But the changes didn't end there. Now a giant dracocheetahtaur, additional lumps started growing directly under her breasts, with more nipples appearing on her abdominal region. New pairs of breasts added themselves underneath the main couple, becoming immensely swollen and milky, although only a fifth of the original ones' sizes. Xilimyth was already purring as she felt herself lactating from six new locations all at once, her tongue hanging out with increasing arousal.

Almost on key with the extra teats, her body's growth resumed. The rest of her body found a way to catch up to her monstrous chest, leaving her with eight free hanging breasts, the top pair still stealing the show. Before she could tell what was happening, she had doubled her size to 100ft. tall.

Heaving and puffing, Xilimyth finally began to move about, advancing into the milky remains of the city ahead of her. "Oh wow. I did all that?! Hehe!" she felt a certain amount of pride in what would've mortified even the most diligent of bovines. Half a city gone because of her tits! She was feeling powerful and unstoppable. And horny.

"Mmm... right, where was I?" Xilimyth was so aroused she didn't waste time in finding ways to stimulate herself. Although, or perhaps because it had been such a trying time for her brain while her boobs had outgrown herself, she fondly remembered how good it felt for her chest to crush things under its weight. Her four legs carried her to the larger, still intact buildings her tidal wave hadn't tipped over.

Milk from all four pairs of nozzles immediately coated a tall office building as Xilimyth stood before it. She threw her arms around it, gingerly grinning as she hugged the construction into her multiple cleavages. Purring in delight, she relished the sensation of her sensitive mounds malleably wrapping around the dripping building. "Mmm, c'mon, girls. All of you! Heehee! It feels so good, doesn't it?! Hnnnghaaaa!" She grunted, pressing until she had crushed the office in the booby hug. Loud moaning reverberated as the exploding debris stimulated and promoted lactation further.

Excitement further lowering her already melted inhibitions, Xilimyth only briefly cast her glance back before she sat her enormous rump down on a different building close to her. She felt it fight against her weight, but it fell all too soon. Debris resulting from the demolition harmlessly dug and bounced off her springy flesh and bulky muscle, but what she was interested in was grinding her swollen labia all over the exposed building. "Ahhh! That's it... I can feel everything in there rub against me. Juh-just... shift like that, get it up against my clit...! Yesss! Oh yesss!" Her thick lower body was so heavy, however, that the broken building all but crumbled in less than a minute.

"Doesn't matter." Xilimyth told herself with a strangely calm huff. With a smirk she set her sights on what she had yet to make use of, and the largely unaffected half of the city she had yet to visit.

One by one, every healthy building down the main street avenue was either crushed under boob fat or sat on by the violently aroused dracocheetahtaur. Those still watching the spectacle were blown back by the heated thrills of bliss vociferated by the sexually overcharged creature. The stench of her arousal was everywhere, and thus few were the minds not entirely devoted to Xilimyth. Regardless of her paying attention to their worship, admiration and fear, it connected the titan with her voyeurs. As their city's destruction was resumed after the flood, the attention fueled the mutant, boosting her already legendary strength, heightening every stimulating emotion, and ensuring she never stopped growing.

At first, it was easy to see she was enjoying herself, using everything she found for her own pleasure. After half an hour of romping about town however, she realized the limitations of her new form when it came to easily manipulating what went inside her womanhood. She eventually began to growl in annoyance at her own body. "This form is so clumsy!" she thought out loud, "I'm stronger than ever, but I'm not flexible at all!"

And then, before she could take another step, the giantess simultaneously lost all feeling in her legs. "Wahh!" the city itself was struck by an earthquake when the 200ft. tall giantess' lower body hit the ground. "What now...?! Oh! I'm... I'm tingling all over again!"

Almost as if to directly answer her whining, the small people in her proximity all poofed at once. Subsequent release of energy and power washed her over, pushing the grounded dracocheetahtaur to even greater heights while her immense lower body began to change.

First, she also lost feeling in her tail, which ended drooped lifelessly over her shrinking behind. Limp limbs began to fold in, pressing against her lengthening lower body as it stretched further and further away from Xilimyth. As all five appendages melted in, the growth accelerated. "Guh...! My tail, my legs... they're all gone... wait," Xilimyth widened her eyes, clawing the ground as she started sensing greater control beginning at the tapering end of her lower body. "I can feel my tail again! No... my whole lower body is my tail now!"

Indeed, her taurian body had been completely lost. Instead, the single appendage projecting below her newly reformed hips continued to grow longer, filling the streets with its developing muscular coils. Like a slithering reptile, the immense tail curled twisted and dragged itself wherever there might be space. Its rapidly gaining weight crushed whatever unstable building it collided into, coiling around the ones it could demolish.

"It's growing so long, so far away from me!" Xilimyth gasped, tentatively groping where her hips flared to convince herself her pelvic region was where it was supposed to be once again. After having duplicated the number of legs on her person, Xilimyth didn't think she'd be this happy about losing them all. The tail her lower body had morphed into didn't feel clunky at all; as if it belonged on her being just like those magnificent wings at her back. "Is this what I am...? A naga, now?"

There were precious little spots in the city where one could not see the naga dracocheetah from at that point. Her body continued to expand in all directions, razing the ground underneath her without even having to move a muscle. Already having doubled her previous size to a staggering 400ft. tall starting at the hips, Xilimyth's tail was quadruple that length on its own. Her tail tip had turned every corner in its way, worming about and filling the city's streets with the lower body's muscular coils.

Cars, food stands, street lights and signs; nothing was safe and inevitably was buried under the snake-like appendage's inexorable advance. It slithered through wide-enough alleyways, coiled and snapped even the mightiest of oaken trees in the public parks; nowhere was safe from that tail!

And Xilimyth felt it all like a new source of stimulation. While not as intense as her breasts, the way the undamaged buildings in the south side of town came to sandwich all of her coils brought her a wicked amount of pleasure she had not been expecting. With the constant changes and mutations her body was going through, heightened sensitivity was to be expected.

"Nnnghh..." she began to hiss and moan, feeling her muscles growing numb from her constant lying down. She ended flipping on her back, kicking another earthquake when her lower body instinctively reacted by whipping up and down, essentially smacking over a thousand feet of road down via coil effect. "Ahhh...! That felt good! Do it again!" she sat up, "Nnnghh...! The ground feels so good under my tail!" she shouted, pushing her palms down on the destroyed blocks surrounding her in order to push her monstrous body up. Pushing her pelvic muscles to their limit, Xilimyth managed to coil the base of her tail up before slamming it down again.

Like crackling thunder, her spotted tail whipped down and shook the entirety of the city. She saw buildings crumble down, with many other objects getting launched into the air thanks to the whiplash. "I'm so powerful I can do this just by sitting up and down! How could I ever live without this?! Mmm! I was already horny, but now... oh God, I can't..." her left hand groped the closest boob, making her moan as she squeezed more milk out of it. "Mmmmmaaaaa...! It feels so guuuhhh..." her tongue felt like it would go numb as it rolled out, her eyes going out of orbit as she felt her loins going aflame with stimulation.

Before she knew it, Xilimyth had turned to using her right hand fingers to plunge into and pleasure her slit which was still starved for attention. Her claws did no damage to her exposed flesh, but that didn't surprise the naga dracocheetah. "Back where you belong...!" she sputtered out with a big grin, enjoying the fact her pussy was accessible once more and she could play with it again at her own discretion.

A strong tingling sensation took over her eight pairs of breasts. She could feel her mounds starting to grow again, but only the original pair swelled this time. The three pairs at her abdominal region shrank instead, lactation ending at those six nipples in favor of the pair up top releasing even harsher cannonades of vanilla-cinnamon cream. No longer obfuscated by the presence of six swollen breasts, her diamond hard abs were visible for all of five seconds before all that lost mass went right up to the two enlarging mounds above. Once more, those tits dominated the entirety of Xilimyth's torso, and everything in front of her disappeared before her eyes, replaced by the sight of those gorged, laden milk tanks.

Before she could get buried under her chest again though, Xilimyth grew another two pairs of arms which punched their way out from the sides. "Ghhnnaaaah!" she screamed as she furled all twenty new fingers, putting not one, not two but five arms to work at holding her magnified bust back while simultaneously stimulating it. Her remaining hand's perverted ministrations went uninterrupted as a result. "Oh God, yes. Nnghh... clit's so hard. I'm gonna drive myself crazy! Crazy, eeheeheehee!" she giggled madly as she pounded her love button with her clawed digits, spurting girl juices all over her knuckles.

But for the sex-crazed creature, this was nowhere near enough. Especially when the newly musclebound limbs were more than enough to heft, carry and squeeze the heck out of her incalculably heavy bosom. The milky stream flooding the streets rippled as she worked to get back on her coils nearest to the base. Pulling her breasts down, Xilimyth revealed the now minuscule to her eyes. She could see her tail covering more ground than the rest of her could, streets buried under her coils and buildings collapsed over her tail's girth.

The city flooding milk lake continued to carry floating apparel from disappeared citizens, their obsession facilitating Xilimyth's ascension. Throughout her latest change, the multi-armed beast of a woman continued to rise, taller and taller. And she was looming over buildings now, having swollen past the 800ft. tall mark from the base up. "Buildings look just the riiiiight size!" her lower hands clapped before rubbing together, a giddy expression on her mischievous feline face. All she cared about was her aching, eager cunt. She hadn't properly come since she had that insane milksplosion back when she still had a regular lower body after all.

Whereas humping edifications hadn't been the right idea during her brief moment as a dracocheetahtaur, she had much better access to her own body now. "These extra arms are gonna come so in handy!" She slithered towards the undamaged portion of the city. If there were people around her, she didn't see them. Whether they be her followers or simply people attempting to flee her magnificence, it made no difference to her bulk. Everything and everybody in her way was getting crushed.

Instead of gory messes however, only flattened or otherwise torn clothes were left behind. At this point, her ever increasing power was ensuring she was continuously and properly fed with the essence of those lesser than herself, even if she was not aware of it. It was not only painless and instantaneous for everybody involved, those involved in the process felt a heightened level of bliss comparable to Xilimyth's. Her rapture equaled theirs, and in exchange, their souls safely were assimilated into her own so that they could become part of something greater. So that they could make her become more. Bigger, stronger, sexier, hornier, crazier.

The tallest office buildings of the business district were waiting for her. Using four arms, Xilimyth pressed her breasts in as much as she could in order to get a good view at the edifications. Which of them was the sturdiest, she wondered. The tip of her tail wiggled back and forth with excitement and she narrowed her aroused eyes as she picked a target. A four story insurance office approximately taking a fourth of the block it was situated in. She dropped her free hands down and held the building still by the base, grumbling as she hardly could see what she was doing; there was a limit to how much she could suck and push her humongous chest in. Before she could properly position herself though, she heard a loud snap and suddenly found herself holding dust and debris sliding off her fingers. "Crumbly..." she mumbled in disappointment, backing up to look down at the devastated insurance company.

She quickly came up with a different idea. Approaching an accounting firm just two stories higher than her first option, Xilimyth didn't bother putting her muscular grip on the edifice itself. She dug her claws around the building's foundations, clutching firmly and heaving until the apartment building had been extracted alongside most of its share of the block. "Better!" she giggled to herself, taking a deep sigh to imagine herself holding a dildo before angling it with her moist entrance; a hole left where the building's had been as if someone had scooped a couple handfuls from a beach. The horny creature's lucidity then was replaced with sheer, mad lust once more as she rammed the tip of the building in.

Billboards snapped and the rooftops quickly gave to the resistance of her hot, juicy folds. Xilimyth hissed and then purred in pleasure as she flexed her pussy in tandem with the brutish and hasty penetration. The damage done to the top of the building-turned-sex-toy seemed negligible at first, her dildo's structural integrity holding for the time being. It survived long enough for her to shove it halfway into the fleshy tunnel.

"Ahh! Oh so good! Yes! Mmmm!" she was in heaven as her inner muscles contracted around the inanimate intruder, squeezing it with enough power for brick and concrete to begin shattering inside her. The entirety of her body was vibrating as she bent over, looming her breasts over the city once more. Drool slipped off her lolling tongue, her eyes starting to roll up and behind their sockets. It was hard for Xilimyth to do anything more than groan as she continued to push her new dildo farther and farther inside of her womanhood.

Every contraction further damaged the building, but with no free space to explode, the object was compressed instead. Smashed together into a shape that didn't resemble an accounting firm anymore, the giantess' vagina pressed down so hard on it that, in a twist of irony, its form was changed to a phallic one for ease of usage.

"Ouuugh...! That's iiiiit...!" the monster bellowed out longingly as she smothered several streets under her bosom. The bottom of her torso angled upwards as if she was hiking her inexistent butt by reflex. Her eyes were tightly shut and her fangs were clenching, stifling further moans into deep growls of lust. Finally, she was able to drive the makeshift toy in and out of her without fear of it snapping in two. To her ministrations four hands dedicated themselves extensively to coax even more milk out of the single-story-house-sized nipples, adding to the pleasure. Of the two that had been handling the base of the building dildo, only one remained with its grip responsible for pumping. The remaining mitt pushed two clawed fingers down her mons pubis and fronted a lovely assault to her exposed clitoris.

Quickly did Xilimyth overwhelm herself thanks to the unbelievable dexterity and flexibility her new body afforded her. Only the screams and growls of a beast in heat reverberated across town now that she was utterly lost in a raging storm of pure desire and bliss. All that mattered was that she got off. And she did. She pumped herself so vigorously, fingered herself so energetically and milked herself so stubbornly that her loins did not go wanting for much longer.

A roar more similar to a dragon's than a cheetah's shook the city, the lake and the mountains surrounding it. She arched her back in climax, her vaginal muscles snapping down with such force the grip shattered the juicy dildo she had worked so hard to fashion inside her. Her juices inundated the streets, mixing into the always present mess of cream down below.

At the end of that intense feeling however, Xilimyth could only smirk. As if the powerful, mind-blowing orgasm had not been sufficient, her entire form started to tingle and soon she was rumbling again. Bones cracked, muscles popped, coils squirmed. She was growing bigger again. The pleasure had turbocharged her expansion this time, endowing her with such a big release of energy her body only reacted by absorbing it all.

The poor, dwindling city constructions in her proximity began to crumble away if they weren't immediately buried under her swelling coils. More, bigger, taller. She passed a thousand feet tall and continued rising over the skies, the shadow of her breasts casting all the way past the highway cradling town. Her tail was soon so large, so tall from top to bottom, its coils towered over apartments. It didn't have to turn at street corners any longer; it simply razed down everything in its way, soon snaking its way out of the city and into the lake. By the time Xilimyth had reached 1,400ft. tall, her tail was close to a whole mile long by itself!

When the growth spurt calmed down, she brought a single hand to brush her unkempt violet hair out of the way and she pushed her body up again, her mounds jiggling over her supporting arms. Bits and pieces of the wrecked dildo continued to wash out of her drooling count like pebbles getting displaced by the strong currents leading to a waterfall. There was a yellow glint in her typically purple eyes. It was madness, but also clarity.

"More." She giggled, irregularly furling and unfurling her fingers. "More, I want more!" she demanded, her parted nether lips as a gaping maw making its own demands. She had become so desensitized to the unending stream of dairy coming from her nipples that its permanence was simply not enough for her anymore. Her lady bits had been neglected long enough. Xilimyth needed to cum again.

Finesse and comfort became an afterthought to the crazy giant. She threw herself at the city, shoving her tits down at whatever would snap under their weight. Her hands flew at whichever object was still sufficiently large to be compressed into a new dildo for her pussy. With regular buildings all but crumbling to dust before her strength, Xilimyth moved onto skyscrapers, driving herself to climax with another violent insertion.

And when she came, her body climbed to ever greater heights. Her tail started to come out of the other end of the lake, starting to creep its way into the mountains as her upper body's bulk buried more and more of the shrinking city. The heavily aroused giant became so big she needed to smash several skyscrapers together in an effort to make her very own makeshift sex toy before she even could shove it in for a proper stretching. Even when she came a third time and her expansion saw her pass the mile mark from the waist, it was not enough for her. "More! More! Bigger! I need more! I want more!" she demanded upon the heavens like a brat throwing a tantrum for yet another bowl of ice-cream.

But without anybody to give Xilimyth what she so badly wanted, she went to take care of it personally. Wherever she turned, the flood of milk followed. Whatever she got her hands on ended inside of her hungry pussy. Her genitals had turned into a somewhat repurposed snatch of holding meant to bring her the stimulation of being stretched by as many things could be stuffed inside. And each time she came from it, her shadow loomed ever farther, her tail smashed mountains under its weight and slithered out into the county behind it.

It didn't matter what it was. Whether it was innumerable unoccupied vehicles smashed into an object large enough for insertion or literal chunks of land ripped from the earth, Xilimyth used it to push herself into another maddening orgasm. With each orgasm, with each growth spurt, she continued falling deeper into the all-encompassing hedonism of her own madness.

Entire cities fell to the bulk of her tail on one side, the landscape getting reformed by her collapsing and permanently lactating breasts. Wherever the steadily larger Xilimyth went, destruction followed. With each mile of height she added, she became that much more inescapable.

Her suffocating presence and the smell of her sex was starting to permeate the air in neighboring areas. By the time news of the lewd and massive naga dracocheetah had become common knowledge in those cities, the strangely relaxing scent of vanilla and cinnamon was everywhere. Before that tail or those breasts came smashing down and demolishing entire sectors at once, people were teleported out of their clothes; never to suffer a single injury. They welcomed their fate with a mad smile mimicking Xilimyth's own expression. Their connection fueled her.

It didn't take long for Xilimyth to start deriving pleasure from her monstrous ascension. She could feel every last inch of her colossal being enlarging, as if every single particle under and around her could be felt yielding against the unstoppable advance of her ever increasing mass. A vicious cycle of pleasure and growth had been engaged. Entire counties disappeared under her bulk. The disappearance toll flared with her size, and her boosted voice started chanting out a warped version of her command: "Bigger...!" she shouted, that mad yellow glint taking over her eyes for good.

"Bigger! BIGGER! BiGgER bIgGeR BIgGEr bigbigbigbigbiguuuaaaaarrrrrr...!"

She stood on her coils. The titaness now loomed over the state as she rose past the landscape like a tower affronting the heavens themselves. Her monolithic stature dwarfed everything around Xilimyth and her continuous rain of milk promised the destruction she wrought to be washed over in creamy sweetness.

By the time she had slithered across the country and reached the eastern coast of the American continent, she already was several hundred miles tall at the base, with her tail violating the geographical limits of a multitude of states. Lactate rained upon the sea like divine deluge, saturating water with delicious cream that gradually turned the coastline alabaster as if biblical volumes of food-coloring had been used to taint the ocean. It was going to be impossible to not be exposed to her milk one way or the other.

The glowing beacons in her eye sockets crackled with energy as Xilimyth felt the populace of an entire sub-continent offering unending love and fascination in favor of her ascension. But she didn't have enough. Her tail base continued to get soaked in her juices as she hit an orgasm every other minute now, and she still wasn't where she wanted to be.

Guided by instinct and the desire to grow even bigger, she used her coils to cross from one continent to another. The leap allowed her to temporarily abandon the Earth's layers as she cleared thousands of miles with the aid of her beating wings and the coil-force. The monstrous strength necessary for that jump displaced North America by a few miles to the west, breaking its connection to the central sub-continent. The flapping of her wings she used for stability altered the weather on a global scale, moving storms where they weren't supposed to be, dispersing cold fronts for the lower temperature areas of the continent she was leaving and radically altering climate for the next few years. All done in the seconds it took her from leaving one continent and reaching those in the orient.

Briefly, Xilimyth felt her scalp growing colder as her crown caressed the outer layer of the planet. Embraced by gravity once more, her body warmed up upon re-entry. She thought to use all six of her powerful arms and hands to break her landing, but it was her landscape-shaping tits that made it back to the surface in the border between Europe and Asia. Each continent was greeted with the biggest earthquake in their respective histories, as well as boob-shaped sinkholes spanning the area of entire small countries on both sides.

Blocking the sun for both Europe and Africa with her unfurling wings, Xilimyth again began to stand on her coils, spreading her arms and grinning wickedly. All thirty fingers curled and made fists, inhaling the scent of her destruction. The scent of her sex. The scent of her milk. The scent of billions of minds enraptured by her influence. They were all offerings to her grandiosity, which shone brighter than the Sun. She had become so powerful she didn't need to hold her tits up any longer, and now stood as a symbol of true derangement, conquering a damaged couple of continents in but one jump. And now that the only satellite images that mattered were of herself, her goal of forever growing and experiencing sexual climax was growing ever closer.

But this wasn't all the pitiful world had to offer to Xilimyth. She had plans to spread her influence as far as it would go around the globe. She had left two whole sub-continents unvisited back west, and Australia was ripe for the taking as well. Her tail tip rattled and squirmed with excitement as she fantasized with holding the entirety of planet Earth in her grip, proving her strength had transcended mortality once and for all.

However, that was not meant to be. Xilimyth's eyes began to widen and she let out the first feline chirp in a long while as the earth opened to swallow her from beneath her. The sinkholes she had carelessly humidified and stood upon simply couldn't bear her ever increasing weight. The ground gave and opened like a bottomless pit with ember-like glow amidst the darkness.

Xilimyth cried out as she failed to use her wings in time, her coils falling in and shortly pulling her along with them. The hole she had created widened so much not one of her six arms had a chance to reach for an edge, and soon, the monster plunged into the eternally swallowing maw of the planet she had sought to conquer.

For those inhabitants around the world who remained mentally sound still, the horror had seemingly ended.

Impenetrable blackness held Xilimyth hostage for the better part of ten minutes. Melting rock and searing heat surrounded her all on sides, warming her up and wresting her back from her slumber. Once her bright beacon-like eyes opened again, she found that she could see a deep orange-like glow pulsing every few seconds. The smell of arousal and milk were gone, replaced by pesky sulfur and molten minerals. She had sunk beneath the planet's crust like a wandering kid that had fallen down a well, but she couldn't see the exit. She was being smothered by rock and brimstone, the sickening scent debilitating to her. Without people living in the Earth's mantle, she had none to charm into adoring her, none to continue fueling her growth. She was beginning to weaken. She had to get out.

Wherever she looked however, the result was the same. There was no exit, only that oddly comforting warmth of rocks spreading their heat to her otherwise cold body. "Funny," the mad titaness thought with a chuckle. "Had I fallen here when I was a normal cheetah, I would've vaporized before I even touched these rocks... But now they're so warm." She lethargically yawned, eyelids growing heavier.

Her hands clutched at the brightest of those rocks, equating the intensity of their light with warmth. Biceps swelled with power as she tore the fizzling rocks out of the mantle, jealously surrounding herself with the heat her serpentine body demanded; putting some in her cleavage that took so many extra to remain properly toasty. Soon, Xilimyth had tucked herself in among the hot mantle rocks. Her eyes finally closed and the naga dracocheetah gradually fell into deep slumber.

During her sleep, Xilimyth dreamt of the frenzy she had come to accept as her new way of life. She dreamt of the old her, dissatisfied with her place in the world, annoyed by the laughable build Mother Nature had saw fit to endow her with. She re-experienced emotions she thought she had long made peace with. The anger, the yearning, the obsession. "I wish I could be more." The phrase echoed in the dream. That phrase which had led her to the old book store. Without it, without that obsession, she would have gone her entire life a short and lithe cheetah, just any other cheetah, living her dull life without ever knowing the maddening pleasure cosmic awakening could bring. She was as one with the madness. She responded to her impulses now and nothing else. To Xilimyth, there was no other way to live anymore.

Tease the limits. Reach them, stretch them,break through. Limitless. Boundless. Unrestricted. Bigger.

"Bigger." The phrase surmised into a single, beautiful, unambiguous word. Xilimyth's mouth moved both in her dream and outside of it. "Bigger." She repeated, slowly adopting the fetal position as she sought additional warmth. "BIGGER."

And as the hybrid dreamt, her body acquiesced in the only way it knew how: changing her form. It started with the muscles of all of her limbs softening, gradually losing tone. They went from Herculean to streamlined, and the claws at each of her thirty digits began to recede and melt into the flesh. Then, each extremity begun growing longer, very quickly doubling their reach. Fingers shrank and gradually fused with their stump-like hand until only a tapered tip remained. The six altered appendages doubled in length yet again, coiling all around Xilimyth's body, roping in between and leaving only her humongous breasts exposed. She was becoming encased in her mutating, squirming limbs.

The transformation was less explosive than the previous ones because she needed energy for it; energy that she was being starved for without any worshippers in proximity. That was why the heat surrounding her was so necessary. That was the power she required. That was the power she wanted. It was the power her body was going to appropriate no matter the means necessary.

Her snake tail split into five ends, which split into three, each. Mantle rocks were displaced by the squirming appendages as they became more numerous, growing larger and longer until they had become even bigger than its original tail. These squirming, serpentine-like tendrils sought the warmth. They punched rock, slipping into crevices, exploring through dirt and brimstone in search of heat. Once one of those spotted tentacles finally got burnt in the outer layer of the liquid core, it immediately sank in and began to pull the cocooned Xilimyth down with it. More tendrils joined in the effort until the busty chrysalis was dumped into the magma like a stray chocolate chip falling into a glass of milk.

Heat. Fire. Power. Strength. The origin of life on the planet. It was all around her body. The giantess' body felt like she had just dipped into a spring. Her spotted fur didn't burn, instead drinking in the heat through her new extremities. She could become more with this. She could get bigger.

As the cocoon grew larger, the tendrils at the bottom gained length and girth, enabling them to wire through the liquid mantle and cover more ground. Xilimyth's tentacles were like power cables attaching themselves to an energy source, draining magma and using it to resume her ascension. Earth was getting drained.

It wasn't long before those squirming tentacles had parasitized the entirety of the outer core. Xilimyth's cocoon becoming even bigger than the solid, inner core of the planet as her expansion accelerated. As magma had its heat absorbed, the rock was crushed by enlarging tentacle mass. Once they had become large enough, each tentacle split again. Some split into two, others into three, ravenously covering more and more ground. This uninterrupted and sequential process led to the outer core being wholly replaced by a myriad worming sea of tendrils until the planet's core had all but been surrounded from all sides.

As the Earth's temperature steadily descended, the splitting tentacles that could not find any room to smother the inner core saw no direction to go but upwards. Gargantuan, squirming extremities began to burst through the planet's crust, emerging in various locales around the world like unsettlingly jiggly towers extending all the way into outer space. The world itself was cracking all over, fissuring as it popped tentacles all around.

All those places Xilimyth had planned to visit erupted in pure, unadultered chaos when the tentacles invaded. Satellite images showed fluffy, spotted tentacles sporting out of Earth like a cephalopod struggling to escape its confines. But their rampage brought solace to those that remained in the planet, those that had been abandoned by those that had been enraptured. The advent of Xilimyth's tentacles had once again brought her pheromones back on a global scale. Their potency had become indisputably mind-shattering. A second, world-wide rapture caused the remainder of the population to vanish in a maddening, unified moan of devious arousal.

The core of the Earth was getting smashed. It simply could not bear the weight of the innumerable extremities. Xilimyth was consuming the planet from within, using it and the enraptured souls to enter the latest stage of her metamorphosis.

World-encompassing disasters were common place in the emptied out continents now. The bigger those tentacles grew, the more the earth shattered and fissured around their imposing girth. The entirety of the wrecked American continent shuddered the worst when the Northern and Southern sub-continents began to bulge out, crust fizzled out magma spewing in every cardinal direction those two fluffy sub-continental mountains that were Xilimyth's breasts emerged from the depths. In but an instant, their lactation turned what remained of the ocean white, coating the failing celestial body in hot breastmilk.

Xilimyth dreamt of the sequence. Her cocoon was cozy and warm. She was stuck as the core of her new body, a pair of permanently lactating, moon-dwarfing boobs crowning thousands upon thousands of heat-sucking tentacles. She came in her dream and in reality. The harder she came, the more milk she released. The more milk she released, the bigger her tits grew. And poor, dear Earth could simply not handle this much depravity any longer.

With the tentacles absorbing every last bit of energy from the planet's inner core, the rock shattered. And with one last shudder, the planet was no more.

Earth exploded magnificently once Xilimyth's grotesquely eldritch form had finally outgrown it. Her tentacles writhed with satisfaction, but their taste for cores had only just been initiated.

Snapping out in every conceivable direction, the tendrils sought planets to parasitize. They crossed thousands upon thousands of light years in order to wrap around their prey: Mars and Venus. They were snapped closer to the cocoon, where absorption happened the fastest, and they feasted upon the celestial bodies like rock candy being dissolved in saliva. One by one, the Solar System's planets were taken over and devoured. And thanks to this mighty feast, Xilimyth grew ever bigger, her reach extending farther and farther until those tentacles could bring her closer to the Sun.

Only hours ago, she had been standing proud and tall, using her wings to block sunlight from ever reaching two continents. Now she was going to eat the Sun itself: The biggest morsel of them all. Prominences angrily snaked about the surface of the old star, threatening Xilimyth with vaporization and oblivion. However, all that heat only served to make her swell ever more astronomically, unreasonably large as she approached powerful Helios. Just another prey for the monster.

She dipped into the Sun much like how her tentacles had once dropped her into the liquid outer core of her home planet. From within, she inhaled. The cocoon had no mouth, and yet she still inhaled. Gas flowed in, pure energy flowed in. The creature feasted on it, exploding to greater size still, becoming so utterly massive every planet in the system would be orbiting her had she not already devoured them.

And yet this was only an appetizer to the tentacle abomination. If one Sun had managed to propel her size to this level, every other source of warmth in the galaxy would do even better to her. And thus, her tentacles shot out in all directions at once. This time, their directive was to seek out more stars to bring to her all-consuming core.

Entire Solar Systems were wrested from their place in the galaxy. Starving tentacles hooked them in as if they had been forcibly removed from a stage show. Their stars, their planets, it all became fodder for the ever expanding monstrosity whose madness sought to assimilate it all.

Soon, only entire galaxies could sate its exponentially increasing hunger. The beast could no longer stop even if it had wanted to. Physical, worldly pleasure just wasn't cutting it anymore. That creature's entire being had become frenzy itself, and the act of consuming everything like a raging inferno became its identity.

Bigger tentacles, more tentacles, bigger breasts, milkier breasts! The unstoppable monster writhed and squirmed, steadily catching up to the rate of expansion of the universe itself. Every galaxy, every black hole could not fight the attraction to that top-heavy blob. And as space ran out, the tentacles that could go nowhere else in their search for heat began to bounce off the boundaries of our universe. Like a swelling sponge animal about to fill up its package, the beast started writhing within its universal confines. But its growth couldn't be stopped. No matter how it attempted to accelerate its expansive speed or how eagerly it attempted to mold and contain around the eldritch source of the frenzy, the universe started to unravel before the pressure.

And, inevitably, so too did the end come for our universe.

However, in an existence so full of possibilities, where even the most minimal of difference choices could give birth to an entirely new universe, the monster had merely left a one full-course meal behind only to step into a cosmic all-you-can-eat buffet.

Dimensions in parallel stood no chance against the frenzy's gluttony. The tentacles swiped them off their relative axis, breaking every barrier physical and theoretical barrier between them in order to bring them to the creature's core. Before their reality was devoured, sentient beings were given a brief glimpse at the madness about to engulf them. Their minds and souls were liberated before unspeakable pain reached them. In seconds, trillions' worth of maddening obsession was connected to and offered to the beast, who gladly took it all unto itself.

And like that, the creature continued gorging itself. Universe after universe. Multiverse after multiverse. Entire iterations and facets of reality gone in moments. The seemingly endless task of consuming and growing continued on for what seemed to be an eternity, until time, itself, also became no less than another morsel to the insane goddess.

By the end of it all, when every last iota of space and time had been entirely annihilated, all that remained was a gorged pair of feline udders lactating atop a squirming mass of tentacles that called itself:

Xilimyth

The End.