Fairy Tall Tale (Chapter 2) (Patreon)

Within a second, the house had exploded around Derya’s expanding form like a hatching egg, sending splinters and beams across the neighborhood. Her wings fully unfolded and her legs stretched forth, allowing her to bulldoze her bare heels through nearby homes two at a time, even clenching whole cars into the spaces between her dainty white toes like pedicure separators. Her palms clasped hard over small-town businesses and flattened them like milk cartons, smushing handprints into the concrete and wrecking the gridwork of the streets themselves as her form spanned out in multiple directions at once. But this was only the start. Mere breaths later, Derya was taller than fifty of the tallest trees she’d ever seen stacked atop one another. She stood, proudly, victoriously, displaying her porcelain-white physique and ravishing red locks for all to see, with her hands on her hips and a relieved laugh melodically escaping her throat, while even without having to unpeel her pithy pearlescent soles or dewy toepads from the ground, her ongoing swell was demolishing everything around her with the ease of pushing her toes through wet mud.

At first Derya grew in precise proportion to her “old” self: despite her undeniable beauty, she’d always been waifish, flat-figured, and practically androgynous in her lack of curves. Yet by the time she’d outgrown the whole suburb and was getting very close to annihilating half the city, the gargantuan fairy couldn’t help but notice some changes she hadn’t anticipated. The ancient tomes hadn’t been terribly precise about what was actually going to happen to her once she took in her human subject’s cum, other than giving her the size and power to commence a “ceremony” that would allow her to resurrect her fallen brethren. To her amusement, it turned out that a side effect of her upward surge was some additional enticing development in other areas. Her previously two-dimensional tits began to bulge, perky yet rotund while her teats turned instantly diamond-hard with adrenaline, until Derya had become outright busty, sporting a rack that would’ve been the envy of all her frisky now-deceased friends.

In tandem, her smooth unsculpted rump took on juicier girth now, plumping and tightening those derriere halves while her hips widened just so, until she was the smug owner of a pouty perfectly-round set of hindquarters that made for an excellent wrecking tool when she briefly took a seat again on the nearest patch of brittle civilization, just to test out the bowling might of her new ass. Sure enough, skyscrapers were leveled like blades of grass once the hard-packed curves of her caboose came raining down, first swallowing the city in shadow, then smushing it to even rubble. In addition to these softer advancements, as well, the fairy noticed evolution taking place just below her pearly flesh. Derya had always been thin and rather weak, which made it all the more shocking to see muscle definition toning itself automatically into her arms and legs. Bulk sprung forth from nothing, and she felt every taut stitch of it, as her abdomen took on a washboard cut and her thighs ripened to Olympian buffness, leaving her a vigorous and strapping valkyrie-like creature. Had it not been for the wings, very little of her brawny voluptuous appearance or colossal size would’ve suggested she was a fairy at all.

As the city crumbled under the once-miniscule fairy’s mile-long bare feet, with even her stubby toes punching massive craters into the earth with each squirmy curl, Derya conjured an intangible magic mirror before her, in order to confirm and then admire the many alterations taking place. Sure enough, looking back at her in the reflection wasn’t just a humongous eight-mile-tall (and climbing) version of herself, but one gifted with a starkly athletic physique and buxom contours right where it counted. Even Derya’s red hair seemed more lusciously fiery than usual, her freckles visually popped on her cherub-like cheeks, and the natural luminosity of her pale moon-like complexion made her flourishing figure akin to a beautiful moth-attracting golden idol, albeit one that simultaneously destroyed its would-be followers in seconds as her body continued expanding outward, bashing and liquefying dense forests and silvery urban sprawl alike without even having to lift a finger.

She was still growing, faster and faster now, and Derya felt as though she’d been electrified with the overwhelming wonderment of soaring to heights she never dreamed of achieving from her diminutive fairy-scale. Though far more rewarding was the enchantment-induced sensation she received as humans were crushed at her gigantic unbudging feet, first by the hundreds and then quickly by the thousands. The more of her sworn enemies were massacred like the pests they were, the better Derya felt, like an extra ping of endorphins gifted to her for each unworthy human life that was decimated under her expanding feet, no matter how they prayed or screamed or ran the other way. Which meant, considering that in less than a minute, thousands of micro-humans were already sacrificed to the fairy’s revenge, she was feeling very good indeed. But of course she wanted more, needed it, and could tell already that all she had to do was wait to receive it. She was growing so fast now that she could scarcely keep up with her rise in scale, far too large now to be able to actually see individual people down in the terrain so distantly below her, let alone buildings, which were starting to look like gray hyper-thin needles stacked closely together like bouquet stems. Those bursts of pleasure she received each time a new city was turned into a footprint smear, however, was more than enough to make up for the terrible species’ invisibility to Derya now. She felt them, turning their panic and subsequent demises into something good, allowing her to pay back just a scrap of the injustices mankind had collectively wrought over the years by hunting her peaceful species to the brink of extinction.

“You should have killed all of us, if you were really going to do it,” Derya boomed with a cold snarl, addressing the little world below her directly for the first time. “You should have killed ME when you had the chance. But, you missed your chance. And now you will pay the price. It almost makes me sad, you know. We never would have meant you little people any violence. We are… or should I say we WERE… beings borne from nature and tranquility. We could have all lived in harmony. Not a one of us ever invited your hostility. We might have even shared resources, teaching you our magic if you would have protected us. But instead you hurt us, just because you could. Because you were the bigger, stronger ones, and so you believed that made it right for you to slaughter us in droves. Well, tell me. Who’s the BIG one now?”

Derya pointed to her chest, held her chin high, then finally lifted her foot off the patchwork of metropolitan and greenspace textures making up rural areas and cityscapes, none of which was sacred enough to avoid her wrath. Her toes wriggled like immense asteroids, and the riverbeds of her peachy-white sole wrinkles furrowed and flexed due to her dancing digits, those texture lines in her gritty flesh decorated already as they were with the smoldering remnants of so many shattered towns and squished humans numbering already in the tens of thousands. Then she let her foot drop, the sturdy pinkish stump of her heel leading the charge like a small planetary body colliding with Earth that sent out a brutal seismic wave, knocking over entire cities for dozens of miles around like houses of cards in the wind without having to touch them herself, and that was even before she lowered the rest of her sole. The ball of her foot cruised toward the ground with harrowing speed, molding a perfect cast of her creasy deep-arched undersole into the tremoring bedrock like damp clay where once stood the thoroughly devastated city sprawl, reduced now to a nondescript Stone Age-appropriate plain of desolation.