5
Spacing Out
Red buttons of increasingly large size were pressed in quick succession when the morning came.
The fielded armies were massacred. Ahri waded through salvos of gunfire and artillery shells without flinching, picking through the millions of dollars of military hardware to find only the most massive vehicles – usually tanks – and plucking them from the ground like berries from a bush. She savored the dirty metal, cooed at the pungent taste of fuel and gunpowder. Under her massive teeth, even the thickest metal plates bent and creaked; rolled around in her mouth by her tongue, even the heaviest vehicle might well be weightless.
By the time the half-chewed hunks of metal were swallowed down, they were unrecognizable as vehicles – simple messes of jagged steel and steaming mechanisms which, for all their power, slid down without causing even the least discomfort.
But the biggest proof of the futility of any attempts at resistance came when the really big guns were deployed. At first, Ahri paid no attention to the small curving trail of smoke far in the distance; only when she could see the crimson on its tip and the blue on its fins, did she recognize it for what it was: a ballistic missile.
She quickly swallowed down what little remained of her latest fun-sized snack – a crunchy armored personnel carrier with a particularly delectable filling of a dozen or so humans, with hints of Kevlar and ballistic glass for flavor – and smiled. “How adorable. They’re still trying…”
The missile approached, zooming through the air. The target was locked; no further course adjustments necessary. Impact in three seconds.
Golden eyes rolled in their sockets.
Two seconds.
A small hint of an amused grin.
One second.
Several thousand men and women braced for imminent death.
Impact.
The winds of a shockwave blew through the empty streets and wreckage. The earth itself shattered, fissures splitting the landscape – but no explosion followed.
Without as much as blinking, Ahri looked up at the warhead that still stubbornly attempted to attempt impact, despite the firm grasp the nine tails held around its cylindrical form. It was perhaps a third of her total height; truly quite the catch.
“See, that’s much better. Delivering food directly to me… how kind.”
She ran her tongue over her lips and stepped out of the hole the missile’s impact had pushed her into. More rubble was flattened under the weight of her bare feet – but the missile’s push was now easier to handle.
Her maw slowly opened, pillars of saliva glistening in the sunlight, bending to updraft of her powerful breath. Her tongue flattened and pressed gently to the metallic cone; little by little, her tails loosened their grasp.
Its smooth slid in with ease; if even provided its own thrust! She took it in slowly, of course – it was unlike she’d get a chance to enjoy many of these, so she made it last, actively slowing down its descent by pursing her lips around its curvature.
The building heat warmed her tongue. It made just another meal feel just a little bit alive. She felt her heartbeat begin to race, her cheeks flushing, an irksome itch deep inside her that demanded to be scratched.
She was getting really into it. And if the hordes of men in uniform around her weren’t so busy hastily vacating the premises, they would have seen the full extent of her lust, too! The rumbling of her breath, like a brewing storm, and the goosebumps on her skin – and, of course, the translucent sphere that dripped from between her legs and shattered against the ruined road.
Ahri sucked and slurped on the rocket, allowing it to go down only a few meters at a time. She placed her hands around the metallic surface, holding it steady with one and gently stroking it with another; once freed, all nine of her tails whipped and thrashed, sweeping through her surroundings and kicking up clouds of dust and rubble before wrapping around her body. Soft fuzz tickled her bare skin as they squirmed; some gently caressing her face, others drawing the curvature of her massive breasts with their tips or sliding down her body to caress her inner thighs.
Her fox ears flattened against her wild hair, eyes closed in pure satisfaction. Her tails’ movements turned precise; haphazard movements became rhythmic and intent. One wiped away the saliva that soaked her chin. The ones around her tits squeezed tight, downy fur rubbing at her nubs and sending constant little shivers down her spine. One curled around her leg and gently tickled at her wet folds; her pleasured moans were muffled by the girth of her meal.
Each swallow stretched her gullet to new limits, yet she curbed her more destructive instincts. Her tongue slapped wetly against the metal, but not hard enough to make a dent. Her teeth scraped at the red and blue paint, but didn’t dig in.
Little by little, the entire rocket disappeared between her lips; at the same time, so did one of her tails plunge deep into another hole altogether. It parted her folds with eager curiosity, taking a moment to soak itself in her juices before braving her inner walls; when it did, every single hair caressed her insides.
This state of unrelenting stimulation continued for minutes on end. Each tail was a lover in itself; touching her, slapping her, penetrating her. Had her patience grown with her size and power, and she would have been able to enjoy to moment to its fullest – but this Ahri was a slave to her own gluttony.
And so, she gulped down what was left. The metal creaked as it went down, weighing down on her insides; her tongue curled around the rocket’s tail, guiding it down. The cross-shaped fins were the last thing to sink into the depths of Ahri’s gullet, drawing four lines all the way down to her stomach.
She fell to her knees. Drool trickled down the side of her mouth and down her neck; a thin layer of perspiration covered her pale skin. Her body shuddered with each thrust of her tails into her body. Her stomach bulged out slightly, struggling to make room for such an unusual shape; even the feeling of being stretched like so was enough to drive her even further into a state of frenzy.
Someone, somewhere, pressed a button. Two wires inside the warhead clicked together.
That’s when it all went white. For a mere fraction of a second, Ahri’s stomach felt full – completely full. Then the rest of her felt full. Her insides burned up. She’d expected pain, but no pain came; only a sudden and mind-blowing climax. It overwhelmed every sense, took over every fiber of her being. All that heat, that energy, that radiation – none of it made it past her stomach walls. In their thirst for sustenance, they soaked in everything and pumped it into her veins. Her blood, quite literally, boiled; her skin scalded, her golden eyes burned. But, as always, nothing was wasted.
Energy became mass; in a sudden burst of growth, she felt her body shift, stretch, expand. So overtaken she was by the sensation, she didn’t even hear her own lustful screams as they echoed through the skies…
Ahri only came to several minutes later – and the world around her seemed even more insignificant than before. She laid on a pool of her own sweat. A soaked tail finally slid out of her, releasing a torrent of her juices. She got on her feet – her entire body hurt. It hurt so good. Every movement felt easier, despite her massively improved curves. She stood, stretched her body to try out her enhanced form, and grinned – instinctively covering her mouth as she hiccupped.
“Spicy food always makes me hiccup,” she commented, looking over her deserted and devastated surroundings. “Aww… I guess I ate everyone out of house and home already.” She paused to chuckle at her own joke. “Ah, well, time to move to greener pastures.”
And to greener pastures she headed, indeed. If the fruits of human labor were no longer enough to properly feed her, she would have to turn to the greatest engineer of all – Nature itself.
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Ahri’s new size provided a few benefits. It was true that she would never find clothes her size anymore – but on the other hand, in only a few steps, she could traverse entire swaths of land.
She made her way through plains and hills, aimlessly wandering in search of something worth her while. But she found little; even the tallest trees only scratched her ankles, and the helicopters that stubbornly followed her journey had long learned to not come within grasping distance of her tails.
She found little, that is, until she came upon a lake. The massive landmark was, to her, little more than a puddle; but it was big enough to not be ignored and, more importantly, provided her with a way to admire her own reflection.
For the first time, Ahri was able to fully admire her new self – and puff up with pride.
Her naked body was perfection. Her massive breasts, nice and jiggly, were by far the biggest she’d ever seen. Her plump lips curled into a seductive smile, the sight of which gave even her the hots; the rest of her body was delightfully ostentatious, with every curve exaggerated and every feature made sharper; better.
For the long minutes where she admired herself in different poses, even her raging hunger took the backseat. Who knew if she would ever get a chance to do this again? No; there was no point being a goddess if she couldn’t even admire her own perfection.
Only when she was satisfied – and had looked at her reflection from every angle, in every pose – did she finally let out a small sigh and rested her hands on her hips, and stepped into the water.
The clear, placid lake quickly gave way to ripples the size of tidal waves, which spread across the surface of the water and battered the shores. She chuckled at the sight; trees collapsing like sandcastles before such tiny waves. Lowering herself to her knees, she cupped her hands and splashed her face with the cold water.
Ahri had almost forgotten how nice it felt to wash up. She dipped their tails in the lake, allowing them to soak up water until they had doubled in weight. She then rubbed them over her nude body, in doing so washing away the grime and filth that even the most well-mannered eater is bound to collect after several days of devouring cities.
When Ahri was done, she felt like a new woman. No longer was her perfect body sticky with sweat or tainted by dirt, mud or rubble; nothing was left but the freshness of the lake water which ran down her body in massive rivers.
“Ah, that felt good!” she cooed after shaking herself dry. “But now I’m parched. Oh, well. Waste not…”
Ahri’s pursed lips lowered to the surface of the water; upon touching it, she began sucking in what was left of the lake. For minutes on end, she drank – all in one breath, without as much as taking a break. The same banks that had been swept clean by the massive waves now lowered quickly. It wasn’t just water she drank; her indiscriminate thirst dragged algae-covered boulders in with the current. Entire shoals of fish, a few boats, even the occasional skinny dipper – they all found themselves welcomed into her gurgling stomach.
And in mere seconds, they were gone. It was as if they had never existed at all. The giantess may have been unaware of them, but her body certainly wasn’t – and a small, barely perceptible boost in size followed the unaware consumption.
She stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Before her, the lake’s banks lay exposed; underwater plants baked in the sun, while the few fish that had avoided becoming chum hopped around, slowly drowning to death. A few were pulverized under her massive feet as she continued her journey. They were the lucky ones.
Ahri was washed and refreshed – but still far from satiated.
She walked until the plains and forests became hills, then until the hills became steep inclines. She walked until the sun began to set behind the very mountain that towered before her. Ahri glanced over each of them in silent appraisal; after a few seconds, she shrugged. Which one to start with wouldn’t matter; she would have them all. Her feet rested at the base of the mountain range, toes drumming idly on the bared roadside cliffs; under her weight, even the oldest rock crumbled.
She ran a finger over the slope, drawing a line through the pine forests as easily as she did the earth beneath. She brought that same finger, now covered in a thin layer of snow, and ran her tongue over it. Her steaming saliva thawed it on contact alone; despite how tasteless it was, she hummed in appreciation and nodded her approval.
Her right hand curled into a fist and slammed down into the mountainside with terrible strength. Windstorms from the air her movement displaced blew away the nearby clouds. Rock shattered under her fist, massive cracks spread through the surface of the mountain. The earth under her feet rumbled; opening fissures in the already ravaged land. Trees and panicked forest animals fell into the crevasses that formed, disappearing into the impenetrable darkness of their depths; underground streams pushed between stone plates and reached the surface with explosive force, releasing a pressure built over millennia. Ahri stood in the middle of a cataclysm of her own creation, and she barely even registered it.
Her golden eyes glistened with anticipation as she grasped the edges of the crater she had created and pulled it further apart, cracking it open like a cram. The mountain before her roared as it split in two, the two halves finally snapping apart to the clap of thunder that would be heard all across the continent.
With a satisfied grin, she caught the rolling rubble in her hands and dumped it into her gaping mouth. The dirt and rocks mixed with her saliva to form a thick paste, appropriately earthy in flavor, which she eagerly gulped down. Before the mudslide in her gullet even reached its destination, she was already shoveling more debris into her maw. It wasn’t feeding as much as it was manual strip-mining. She pulled off a massive chunk of hard granite and took a bite into it; at first, it resisted the pressure of her molars, but soon provided a satisfying crunch. She rolled the smaller pieces around in her mouth and over her tongue, tasted the exquisite blend of sediments and minerals, crushed them into smaller pieces still, and allowed them to slide down the back of her tongue. She tore apart the bigger boulders as one would do a piece of stale bread, snapping off bite-sized bits that she flicked into her mouth like popcorn. She even leaned into the slopes and ran her colossal tongue over the shattered surface, scooping up all that was left, before curling her tongue into her mouth and swallowing loudly.
This continued for the better part of an hour, as she sought out veins of exquisitely unique minerals to taste within the shattered mountains, as she sampled all the different kinds of rock that formed what had once been a mighty peak.
And while she feasted, she of course grew. The air around her nostrils thinned and even the largest lumps of rock quickly became dwarfed by the size of her own palms. The forest that seemed to stretch forever now was little more than a green stain around her feet. The cities in the distance looked like grayish fungal growths, hiding amongst the clouds. More impressive of all was the curvature of the world, once imperceptible, now clearly visible and defined, separating earth from heavens.
To anyone else, it would have been humbling. For Ahri? Well, it was a pretty sight, but not one to waste precious eating time on. Her meal was reaching its end; for one of Nature’s greatest wonders, it had been underwhelming at best.
That microscopic species collectively known as humanity was long past even registering in her radar. The world she had known back when she was the flawed Tammy rather than a perfect goddess seemed so distant, so far away, she could barely even conceptualize it. From her distance, all the concrete and metal and asphalt that formed cities just melded together into a grayish, indistinct mass.
She approached the closest one. In two steps she covered a journey that had taken her several minutes. The smoking ruins of her previous rampage flattened under the sole of her foot; she barely even noticed them. Another three steps carried her over farmlands and suburbia, until she reached yet another metropolis.
Ahri needed only cup her hands under the sprawling city; loose earth crumbled between her fingers as she lifted up the dome. The air amongst the buildings became thin and rarefied; the sweet release of unconsciousness claimed some, but others had to stand in the night brought by the shadow of her head, buffeted by her bated breaths and often drowning in the dainty droplets of saliva that fell from her slavering maw.
She closed one of her eyes and squinted with the other; no matter how much she tried, she could barely discern mobs among the chaos, let alone individual humans.
They were, quite literally, beneath her notice.
Her first bite was dainty; coy, even. Only a few city blocks; just a taste. Her teeth locked onto the side of the dome, tongue gently flicking at the crumbling earth and causing it to shatter. Buildings, statues, streets, and towers rolled over her tongue and rolled off the edge into her gullet, never to be heard of again.
“Mmm…” The low, droning hum shattered what few windows and eardrums had survived the destruction. “Delicious. I know I should be a good girl and chew my food, but it’s just so… irresistible…”
Ahri pressed the uprooted city to her lips again. Her tongue slipped between her hands and the underside of the dome, curling to tilt it towards her. Her smile stretched and her lips slowly parted; her flattened tongue was ready to catch all the fallen debris. Then she shoved it in with a single, massive bite followed by a gulp; the now familiar tickle of soaked, crumbling earth against the walls of her esophagus lasted for only a few seconds before she felt a nice, if momentary, lack of hunger.
Hundreds of thousands – perhaps millions - of lives gone in one bite, and it had barely filled her up.
When cities and mountains no longer satisfied, she went for ever bigger meals. Mountain ranges spreading as far as the eye could see had their largest peaks plucked out of the earth and pushed into her slavering maw, their unwieldy shape stretching her body to its limit – but even the hardest stone was dissolved within seconds once her overcharged stomach got a hold of it. Inhabited islands peppering the sea were torn from the volcanoes that they rested on and consumed, one by one, leaving behind smoking and bleeding wounds on the earth’s crust. The rolling hills, the endless steppes, redwood forests, the ice caps, the great underwater trenches from which the continents are birthed; still not enough. Never enough. Ahri hungered, she ate, she grew – and with growth came only more hunger, more desire. Each chunk of the planet she gulped down only made her harder to please; her hunger grew to fulfill the needs of a growing hunger, only just barely.
Even now, the deepest ocean could not contain her; when she as much as dipped a foot into it, the displaced water washed over shores all across the globe. That wouldn’t do. She wanted this world pristine, all varieties of flavors and textures easily accessible to her discerning palate, not overtaken by the insidious taste of salt, plankton, and seaweed.
So she drank it – drank of the ocean itself, and so great was her size and her hunger, that she could have drunk it dry if she so pleased. The cradle of life itself served only to cleanse her palate; the billions of lifeforms within mere atoms in comparison.
As great as her hunger was, she quickly tired of its taste. She stood again, and her head peeked into the vacuum of space itself; her nostrils flared, but no air filled her lungs; her impressed chuckle found no atmosphere to carry its sound.
It was quiet and cold; in the silence, she heard only the workings of her own body. The beating of her heart, the gurgling of her stomach, the stretching and contracting of muscles whenever she moved – a beautiful harmony of finely tuned machinery, working together to create a sublime being. Yes, this! This was the world she wanted to live in. A world that began and ended with her – a world where her deific senses would not be insulted by having to experience anything that wasn’t Ahri.
It was at that very moment, as her body processed most of the world’s oceans into mass, as her stomach squeezed and sent the arousing flames of growth through her form, that she found herself… weightless.
And the same seas that she was knee deep in began floating away.
She looked down at her hands, then over her shoulder at her tails. Gravity had rejected her; that was the only explanation she could come up with. For a moment, the very real concern of being adrift in the universe, at the mercy of forces beyond even her ability to withstand, crossed her mind. Then, she realized her drifting had come to a halt, mere thousands of kilometers above the surface of the beautiful big blue planet that she had called home.
She willed movement, and movement happened – her body fluttering through the void like a beautiful cosmic angel.
“Oh, don’t you fret,” she said. Her lips moved and her words echoed in her mind; that no actual sound was made did not bother her. She didn’t think about it any further; perhaps out of concern that if she questioned these apparently impossible happenings, reality itself would decide to rescind her exceptions to its rules.
“Don’t you fret,” she repeated. “I’ll be back for you in just a moment. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long, long time…”