No Shame in Size - Part 14 (Patreon)

A few minutes had passed and the dust had finally settled. 

Yukon was set down on a ledge formed by the giant's destruction, some of the ruins were still stable enough for someone normal sized to walk on. (Brie had tapped on it with his fingertips exerting minimal force. He figured if it can withhold that, it can hold his buddy.)

After comforting the almost 30 foot tall musclebound feline in front of him, Yukon decided it was for the best if the giant wouldn't introduce himself to the world naked. 

While growing huge certainly felt amazing in the moment, Brie was now stuck with unique uncertainties to solve.

What was he going to eat?

Where would he go to sleep?

How would everyone out there react? 

Would he be celebrated as a miracle or feared? He was no senseless monster, just a really big guy! 

There was one question that somehow felt redundant. Someone else might ask themselves: “How am I gonna get back to my former normal size?”

Brie didn’t. His incredible size was always meant to be, as if being gigantic was the natural order of things. 

After gathering a few curtains and bedsheets in the crumbling ruins, Yukon got right at work. Since clothing stores haven’t been an option since he surpassed the 8 foot mark, they had to get creative. The draping sheets of fabric were tied around his monumental physique as if it was an ancient Roman toga. The deer did take some liberty to take measurements of his body parts, maybe some clothier could manage to sew something up. Standing on the ruins ledge, he was met face to face with the bulging crotch he helped dress up. Anything above it required Brie to lift him up. 

Using two tape measures tied together, Brie's new stats read as following: 

Biceps: 12 ft. 

Glutes:  17 ft. 

Chest: 24 ft. 

Feet: 6 ft. 2 in. 

Height: 29 ft. 7 in.

Once Yukon was set back on his first floor ledge, there was one last thing in front of him that needed to get measured. His manhood measured 4 and a half feet long, soft. Before he could get to measure the girth, the sensual touches caused it to jerk forward somewhat, punching the deer in the gut.

Brie apologized frantically and insisted on leaving the measurements be. When Yukon relayed them to the massive cat, Brie couldn’t help but feel a little proud. Those were scary statistics, but somehow, amazing ones. He lifted up a cinderblock from the ground above Yukon and started closing his fist around it…

Applying not even his full extent of force, it crumbled into dust instantly. Damn!

If he could do this to concrete, what could he do to a grown person? He was getting lost in thought again for a short moment, but down at Yukon's angle, he witnessed something worrying. The clothed crotch in front of him was moving upwards. Slow. Very slow. But notably, so. In a few seconds it rose by about a foot in height. 

Brie didn’t move. This was enough to cause a tiny influx of growth, and he barely noticed… 

Time to readjust the toga, the tiny buddy sighed.