Corporate Buyout (Patreon)

Her father’s office smelled like antiseptic and quiet panic.

The blinds were half-drawn, casting striped shadows across framed patents and commendations that suddenly felt like relics. Kane Biotech had once been cutting-edge. Now it was drowning in debt and lawsuits.

Brianna Kane stood in the center of the room like a verdict.

Golden brunette hair fell in controlled waves down her back, immaculate. Blue shadow sharpened her gaze into something precise. Red lipstick made every word intentional.

Her father didn’t rise from behind the desk.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said flatly. “This isn’t a fashion studio, Brianna.”

She placed a leather folder on his desk and slid it forward.

“It’s not yours anymore.”

His eyes flicked down. Then widened.

“You didn’t—”

“I did.” Her voice was smooth, almost bored. “My modeling contracts covered the majority stake. The rest came from investors who prefer my vision over yours.”

He stood abruptly. “You think posing in couture qualifies you to run a biomedical research firm?”

She tilted her head slightly. “You built a company obsessed with biomedical research and then panicked the second it showed real potential.”

“It wasn’t designed for human escalation,” he snapped. “The serum was never meant for whatever you think it can do.”

“And stalled.” She leaned over the desk, palms flat. “Your board wants results. And I’m going to get them.”

His jaw tightened. “That compound isn’t stable at high concentrations.”

“That’s why you never changed anything, daddy,” she replied. “You were afraid of what it might become.”

A long silence stretched between them.

“You’re playing with something you don’t understand,” he said quietly.

Her lips curved faintly.

“No, Dad. I’m finishing what you were too scared to even try.”

She straightened.

“I didn’t buy this company to let it die. Sorry, Daddy. We’re going to begin the first trial.”

By the next afternoon, the lab felt tense and quiet.

She walked in slowly, sunglasses pushed up on her head, heels clicking against the polished floor like she owned the place.

“Bring me the strongest version,” she said.

Dr. Reiner stepped forward, nervous. “Wait, this isn’t what the serum was made for. At this concentration it’s unstable—”

She laughed softly and cut him off.

“We what? Are we afraid of trying new things?”

Her eyes dropped to the metal tray beside the exam chair.

There was a syringe waiting.

It wasn’t small or medical-looking. The barrel was thick and oversized, filled with shimmering, almost glowing liquid. The needle looked long and a little intimidating.

She smiled.

“Go ahead. Put it right here.”

She turned around, unzipped the back of her pencil skirt just enough, and sat down slowly on the chair. The fabric stretched tight across her hips.

Dr. Reiner swallowed. “The serum will spread through your system immediately.”

“Good. That’s the point.”

The nurse hesitated.

“Do it now,” she said sharply.

The needle went into her right cheek.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then the plunger pushed down.

The serum rushed inside all at once.

Her fingers tightened on the chair arms.

The syringe emptied fast.

She inhaled sharply.

Warmth spread from the injection spot, moving through her hips like hot liquid fire. Her back arched slightly as the feeling climbed through her body.

“Ooh… that feels… kind of nice,” she breathed.

Twenty seconds passed.

Her breathing got deeper.

Thirty seconds.

The fabric over her hips tightened as her body began to fill out more. The chair creaked.

Forty-five seconds.

A low moan slipped out of her throat. Her thighs pushed wider, leather stretching as her body changed. The air felt heavier around her.

One minute.

She stood up.

The movement alone made the nurses gasp.

She looked… a little taller.

Not huge yet. Just noticeable.

Her heels suddenly felt tight, like they were squeezing her feet. The hem of her skirt rode slightly higher over her widening hips.

Dr. Reiner stepped back.

“This isn’t stable,” he said quietly.

She rolled her shoulders like she was testing new weight on her body.

Then another wave hit her.

It started in her chest.

Her blouse tightened hard. The fabric stretched until it looked painted onto her skin.

Her breasts pushed outward suddenly, swelling fuller and heavier. The bra filled in seconds.

One button popped off and shot across the lab.

She inhaled as her chest rose again, pushing her breasts forward.

The cups that had fit her earlier were now far too small.

Her breasts grew from D-cups to something bigger and rounder, filling into G-cup size as the bra struggled to hold them.

The center seam of the bra split.

Her nipples pressed hard against the thin fabric.

Then the clasp snapped with a sharp metal crack.

The straps slid off her shoulders as her breasts spilled free, heavy and soft and huge.

Her blouse followed right after.

Buttons exploded off in small bursts as the front tore open. The sleeves ripped straight down the seams as her arms moved.

Gasps filled the room.

But the growth didn’t stop.

Her hips pushed outward next.

The pencil skirt clung desperately to her expanding curves.

The belt around her waist tightened, leather stretching to its limit.

Her ass grew rounder and heavier, pushing back and outward as each cheek swelled larger.

She shifted her weight.

The exam table behind her broke under her thighs. The legs snapped as her legs grew thicker and stronger.

Her thighs expanded, mixing muscle and softness as her legs stretched longer.

The belt burst open with a loud crack.

The skirt split up the back first, fabric tearing as her hips and ass kept growing.

The hem climbed higher over her widening body until the skirt tore apart completely.

The material shredded and slid down her thick thighs in useless strips.

Another pulse hit her.

She rose several inches at once.

Her heels couldn’t handle the sudden change. The supports snapped under her weight, pieces scattering across the floor.

She stepped out of the broken shoes without slowing down.

Even barefoot, she kept getting taller, passing six and a half feet tall in a matter of seconds.

Her legs lengthened again, bones stretching visibly as she rose higher.

Dr. Reiner had to tilt his head up to keep looking at her.

Then he had to tilt it more.

She straightened fully.

Her bare feet pressed into the concrete.

When she stopped growing, she was already taller than everyone in the room.

The lab lights were now near her shoulders.

Her thighs were thicker than his entire torso.

Her breasts rose and fell slowly as she breathed, huge and heavy, casting shadows down over the shrinking people below.

The room suddenly felt small.

She curled her fingers slowly.

The torn remains of her blouse slid down her arms and fell to the floor.

Now there was nothing left.

She stood completely bare in the fractured lab entrance, towering well over seven feet, her shadow swallowing the remains of overturned equipment and scattered staff alike.

Her breasts rose first when she inhaled.

They were huge now. Heavy. Round. Soft but solid, hanging with real weight instead of fighting gravity. Every breath made them rise and fall slowly, the underside curves casting deep shadows over her stomach.

Her shoulders had grown wider too, giving her body a strong, statuesque shape. When she rolled them back, her chest pushed forward like it was meant to be seen.

Her hips had widened under her narrow waist, making her body look powerful and feminine at the same time. The line from her ribs to her thighs was no longer small or delicate. It was fuller, stronger, more pronounced.

And her thighs.

Thick.

Strong.

They pressed together with lush, dense fullness, looking both soft and capable.

When she shifted her stance, muscle moved under smooth skin. The ground gave a faint tremble when her bare foot pressed down on cracked concrete. Her calves tightened as her long legs carried her new, towering weight.

She ran her hands slowly down her sides, almost admiring the change. The swell of her chest, the curve of her waist, the wide sweep of her hips. Her body looked built for dominance now.

She already towered over everyone still standing.

And her breathing was still uneven, her spine occasionally shivering, like the serum wasn’t done working yet.

Another slow, deep pulse moved through her body.

She smiled down at them from her new towering height.

She was huge.

She laughed softly.

“Now that,” she said, “is much better.”

A small shudder ran through her frame. She grew again, slow but sure, rising taller and broader. The ceiling lights moved closer to her hair.

Dr. Reiner stared up.

Way up.

“Impossible… you’re still growing—”

She stepped forward.

The floor gave a low, dull thump.

Her fingers flexed like power was moving through them.

Then another surge came.

It lifted her several more inches at once. The ceiling suddenly felt too low.

She smiled at him.

“I told you,” she said quietly, voice deeper and heavier now. “I wanted results.”

Her shoulders brushed the hanging lights.

She rolled her shoulders once.

Then slowly lifted her arms over her head.

The stretch made her whole body pull longer and stronger. As she arched back, her body trembled hard, and a deep, almost ecstatic sound escaped her throat, echoing through the damaged lab.

Her muscles tightened.

And she grew.

Not a little.

More.

Dr. Reiner stood frozen as her body expanded upward in front of him.

Her shoulders rose out of his direct view first. Then the huge curve of her chest followed, lifting higher until he was staring at the shadow under her massive silhouette.

She kept stretching, fingers reaching toward the cracked ceiling.

Another pulse hit.

Her body lengthened in one smooth, unstoppable rise.

The hanging lights snapped and fell, scattering glass like rain as her height forced the ceiling to break apart. Panels ripped free as her shoulders pushed through them.

She kept rising.

Past eight feet.

Past the old ceiling line.

By the time she slowed, she stood far taller than the scientist, her head nearly touching the broken ceiling supports.

The room felt tiny around her now. Counters barely reached her hips. Doorways looked absurdly low compared to her towering body.

Dr. Reiner had to step back just to see past her huge, basketball-sized breasts.

Her long legs stood planted in the cracked floor. Her thick thighs rested under wide, powerful hips.

Her breasts rose and fell slowly as she breathed, huge and heavy, like structures of soft flesh suspended high above him.

She let out a slow, pleased breath.

The building clearly was not made to hold her.

She lowered her arms.

Looked down.

And laughed.

It was happy. Satisfied. Almost playful.

“Well,” she said, glancing at the shrinking staff. “Thanks for your patience. I’m going to do a field test.”

She stepped forward.

Nurses scattered as her bare foot hit the floor with a heavy thud that made concrete groan.

Dr. Reiner nearly fell backward.

“Miss Kane! Stop! We don’t know if the serum will stabilize!”

She paused mid-step.

Then turned.

The movement alone shifted the air.

Slowly, she bent forward. And kept bending. And bending until her huge face hovered only inches from his.

Her eyes were bright and excited.

“That’s the best part,” she whispered. Her breath felt warm and overwhelming. “Come outside and watch…”

She stood up again.

The upward motion sent another small tremor through her body, and she gained a little more height as she straightened.

The ceiling broke further around her.

Then she turned and walked toward the exit.

Each step hit the ground like a heavy drumbeat, making the hallway shake as people ran ahead of her.

The doorway stood in front of her.

Too small.

The top of the frame was now below her chest.

She stopped.

Another shudder moved through her.

Her body lifted again, slow and unstoppable, until the doorframe sat below her breasts.

“So small,” she muttered.

With an annoyed sigh, she dropped to her hands and knees. The motion cracked tiles and buckled walls as she crouched. Her massive frame filled the hallway as she crawled forward, shoulders scraping plaster and hips brushing both sides of the building.

The receptionist saw her enormous shape push through the torn entrance and screamed.

Brianna rolled her eyes.

She pushed through the broken doors into the parking lot. Concrete cracked under her palms.

Once outside, she rose again, unfolding upward in a slow, majestic stretch.

Halfway up, her body shivered.

The growth kept going.

She stretched instinctively, arms reaching for the sky, back arching as a satisfied sound escaped her.

Her height climbed steadily until she finally settled.

Now standing fully upright, the double entrance doors of the research center barely reached her waist.

She looked down at the building.

Then at the parking lot.

Then at the far skyline.

A slow smile crossed her face.

The field test was starting.

She wasn’t squeezing into a car anymore.

By the time she left the shattered research center behind, she was already towering past nine feet tall, bare feet thumping into pavement hard enough to rattle parked vehicles. Every step carried weight now. Authority. The kind that made people freeze mid-stride and stare upward in disbelief.

Her apartment building came into view ahead.

It looked… smaller.

She tilted her head, amused, and continued forward. The lobby doors barely reached the curve of her hips. She had to crouch just to get through them, shoulders scraping the frame and splintering it outward in a rain of wood and metal.

The staircase posed a different challenge.

She laughed softly to herself and lowered down, placing one enormous hand on the first step. Her thighs compressed powerfully as she began crawling upward, each movement making the stairwell groan. The railings bent beneath accidental brushes of her hips. Plaster cracked as her widening ass shifted and bumped the walls with every climb.

“Oops,” she giggled, entirely unconcerned.

By the time she reached her floor, the stairwell looked like it had been remodeled by a wrecking crew.

Her apartment door was laughable.

She didn’t bother with keys.

She simply pushed.

The frame shattered inward as her enormous hips met resistance. Wood split. Hinges screamed. She twisted slightly, forcing herself through the opening, her ass catching last and then shoving the remaining structure apart with a loud crack.

Inside, everything felt miniature.

Her coffee table tipped instantly when her thigh brushed it. A lamp shattered under her heel. Shelves dumped their contents as her shoulders clipped them. She just kept giggling, breathless and thrilled, as she squeezed deeper into the studio.

The ceiling was already a problem.

She had to crouch fully, enormous hips spreading as she lowered herself. The motion alone knocked picture frames from the walls. Her ass pressed into the kitchenette, cabinets splintering as the counter crumpled beneath her weight.

Then she shifted backward toward the bed.

Or where the bed used to be.

The mattress protested the second her weight touched it. The frame detonated beneath her in a violent crack as she tried to settle.

She didn’t care.

Another pulse tore through her.

Her body surged again, taller, broader, heavier. Her head punched cleanly through the ceiling drywall, golden hair bursting upward into the apartment above. Her hips expanded outward with unstoppable pressure, shoving both side walls away from her simultaneously.

The entire room groaned around her.

Her thighs thickened further, pressing into opposite walls until the studs snapped. Windows shattered outward in glittering cascades as the pressure became too much.

And her breasts—

They rose.

Swelled.

Expanded dramatically with each heavy breath until they were no longer merely enormous. They were massive, round and weighty enough that the remains of her apartment furniture looked like toys beside them. Each one ballooned outward into lush, overwhelming volume, growing until they were the size of bean bags, resting heavily against her torso and spilling across the wreckage of what used to be her bed.

Another deep shudder.

She arched instinctively, spine lengthening, lifting her even higher as the building continued to fail around her expanding frame.

A soft, satisfied giggle slipped from her lips.

The apartment wasn’t a room anymore.

It was just debris around her growing body.

The room was already losing the fight.

Her feet slammed softly into opposite walls as she shifted, the apartment shrinking around her like a box trying to contain a living storm.

The space beneath her was gone.

Her enormous ass now dominated the entire bed frame, crushing the mattress into a flat, useless memory of comfort.

Her hands pressed against the ceiling and plaster at the same time, fingers spreading as drywall dust drifted down her shoulders like pale snow.

The pressure inside her body built again. It wasn’t just physical.
It was electric. Warm. Intoxicating.

Another pulse rolled through her spine.

She let out a long, low moan as her hips flexed subtly, the sensation of growth blooming outward from deep inside her, spreading through muscle and bone like liquid heat. The building answered with a mournful groan.

One foot shifted.

Then it pushed.

The wall behind her foot exploded inward as she tested her strength, toes pushing through drywall and into the living room beyond.

Coffee table legs snapped like twigs.

The couch folded beneath the sudden intrusion of her massive sole as she dragged her foot forward, crushing the furniture flat under expanding weight.

Her heel ground through the carpet. She moved lazily, almost dreamlike, toward the television stand.

The screen cracked the moment her toes brushed it.

Plastic frame splintered as she pressed forward, pushing through the space where the front door used to be.

The door itself burst off its hinges and clattered into the hallway outside.

“Mm… bigger…” she whispered breathlessly, voice thick with pleasure and dominance. The growth came in three heavy, undeniable surges.

The first surge lifted her from roughly ten feet to twelve. Her shoulders rose visibly, muscles tightening beneath glowing skin as the ceiling above her cracked open completely.

Her breasts pressed hard against the walls on either side, enormous weight forcing drywall to buckle outward until entire sections collapsed under their softness.

The second surge carried her past twelve feet toward fifteen.

The apartment building could no longer contain her.

Outer walls bulged outward as her hips widened and her thighs thickened with slow, indulgent power.

Windows shattered in cascading sparkles as her body expanded, filling every remaining pocket of space.

The third surge was the strongest.

She shuddered deeply, head tilting back with a soft, ecstatic sound as her body stretched upward and outward one last time in the sequence.

The building gave way around her. Brick cracked. Structural beams snapped and folded as her enormous form simply grew past them.

When the surge settled, she stood approximately fifteen feet tall, completely beyond the apartment that once tried to hold her. Her massive breasts pressed against broken walls like living architecture, heavy and round and overwhelming in scale.

She giggled softly, flexing her fingers as debris slid down her arms.

“Still not done,” she murmured.

Her eyes fluttered.

Then rolled slowly backward as the sensation crested inside her like a tidal wave she couldn’t hold back anymore.

The surge hit all at once.

Growth and pleasure tangled together, raw and overwhelming, and her body answered by obeying it.

She doubled in size.

The walls of the apartment complex burst outward as her arms punched clean through neighboring units. People inside screamed as plaster, furniture, and shattered glass were swept aside by the slow, unstoppable expansion of her massive limbs.

Smoke and dust filled the air as she rose from the debris like something born from collapse itself.

Her breasts surged free from the wreckage first, impossibly large now, swinging slightly with each heavy breath, dominating the ruined skyline of the building she had once lived inside. Then her shoulders followed, then her torso, then her enormous legs, thick and powerful as they pushed upward through broken concrete and steel.

At thirty feet tall she was already a nightmare of feminine scale and strength.

She didn’t stop.

She shuddered deeply, spine arching as another orgasmic wave of growth tore through her body. The sensation made her gasp, voice rough with pleasure and hunger.

The surge carried her higher.

Muscle and bone stretched indulgently, hips widening, chest swelling outward as she climbed past the rubble like it was nothing more than loose soil.

“Aw… yeah… fuck… so… BIG!” she shouted, and the sound thundered across the parking lot like rolling artillery, vibrating windows of distant buildings.

THUMP.

She straightened slightly.

THUMP.

Another rise as her legs fully extended, massive thighs flexing with the motion, pushing her past the shattered remains of the apartment structure.

By the time she finished the second surge, she stood over sixty feet tall.

The debris of the building lay scattered around her feet like broken toys.

She stretched lazily, shuddering once more as the aftershock of pleasure and expansion rippled through her frame. Her enormous breasts rose and settled slowly, heavy enough that their movement felt like distant tectonic activity.

“Awwwwhhn…” she breathed, voice now deep and booming, carrying across the parking lot. “So… much… BIGGER…”

She turned her head.

The nearby residential tower stood beside her.

From this height, its windows looked small enough to fit in the palm of her hand.

She smiled slowly.

And took one enormous, thundering step forward.

THUMP.

The ground quaked as she stepped forward again.

Concrete cracked outward in a spiderweb pattern beneath her bare foot, dust and shattered asphalt lifting into the air like startled birds. The motion was slow, almost playful, as if she were testing how much of the city could survive the weight of her presence.

The nearby building shuddered when the shockwave reached it.

Its windows rattled violently. A few burst from their frames and fell glittering toward the parking lot far below her.

She tilted her head, studying it with lazy curiosity.

At this height, the tower’s floors were stacked neatly below her gaze like tiny toy layers, each window no larger than the surface of her palm. Her enormous thighs brushed the air beside the structure as she shifted her stance, their sheer mass casting a deep shadow across the street.

Another slow breath escaped her lips.

Her chest rose and fell like a living hill of softness and strength.

The city felt very small now.

THUMP… THUMP… THUMP…

She strode forward across the city street like a slow, inevitable storm.

Each step carved a shallow crater into the asphalt, the city answering her weight with groaning concrete and snapping steel. Cars along her path were pushed aside by shockwaves before she even reached them, alarms screaming as windows trembled.

Her enormous breasts bounced heavily with every stride, the motion slow but powerful at this scale, like great hills of living flesh shifting under their own mass. Her hips rolled slightly as her gigantic thighs carried her forward, each step sending a thunderous vibration through the neighborhood.

“Daddy~…” she called, voice rolling across buildings like distant thunder. “Where are you…”

The playful, teasing lilt in her tone contrasted sharply with the destruction trailing behind her.

Her bare feet left enormous, unmistakable prints in the pavement, each one deep enough to trap loose gravel and broken asphalt inside the cratered impressions.

THUMP… THUMP… THUMP…

It took only a few minutes for her to reach the research building again. At her current size, the structure looked almost fragile, like a child’s model sitting in the middle of a parking complex.

She paused briefly.

Then accidentally shifted her weight.

A parked car beneath her foot folded like paper when she stepped down. Metal screamed and glass exploded outward as the vehicle collapsed under her heel.

She froze for a moment.

Then burst into laughter.

The sound was loud, delighted, almost ecstatic, echoing off the surrounding buildings as her body trembled with amusement.

The sudden physical jolt of that laughter sent another wave of sensation through her, her massive frame shuddering once as her hips and chest swayed with the motion, a low, overwhelmed moan slipping from her breath before she caught herself.

“Ah… hah… that was funny…” she murmured, biting her lip.

She stood there for a moment, enormous and gleaming in the sunlight, the research center now looking absurdly small beneath her towering presence, waiting for whoever would answer her call.

Her father rushed out of the research building entrance, breath frantic, voice cracking as he called her name.

“Brianna!”

She turned the moment he stepped outside.

Almost too fast.

Her hands lifted, enormous fingers curling gently but firmly around him before he could react. One moment he was standing on the pavement. The next he was rising upward, carried effortlessly toward her face like something impossibly small and precious.

She smiled.

Soft. Proud. A little mischievous.

“Look at your big girl now,” she said, voice warm but teasing. “You made me into a real giantess!”

She giggled, the sound rumbling faintly through her chest as her eyes half-lidded with pleasure and thrill. Her body shuddered once as another wave of growth crept through her frame, slower but undeniable, stretching her upward in a long, luxurious surge.

The world felt distant as she rose past one hundred feet.

Then past it.

Closer to one hundred twenty feet tall.

The city below her looked like a miniature landscape of streets and buildings laid out under her bare feet.

Her father’s face was very small in the palm of her hand.

He looked terrified.

“Please, Brianna… put me down,” he said, voice shaking.

She shook her head immediately.

“No,” she said, smiling like a girl who had just found a favorite toy. “I want you to see the city from up here. The view is amazing.”

She turned slightly, lifting him higher so he could look out over the skyline stretching far beneath them.

Wind moved across her enormous body, brushing against her massive thighs and the broad curve of her hips as she stood there glowing with power, laughter, and dangerous, delighted confidence.

She hummed softly.

Clearly not planning to set him down anytime soon.

He clung carefully to her fingertip as she turned, the city spinning slowly beneath him like a distant model town.

Below them, her enormous body moved forward.

THUMP… THUMP… THUMP…

Each step she took flattened another fragment of the urban landscape. Cars crumpled and slid sideways as if pushed by invisible mountains. Smaller buildings collapsed inward when her hips or thighs brushed them, glass exploding outward in bright, glittering sprays that caught the sunlight.

She was walking toward the tallest skyscraper in the district.

Her father watched in horror as she simply kept going.

“Brianna, the buildings—”

“They were always small,” she said softly.

She reached the skyscraper and paused.

For a moment it looked like she might place him down on the rooftop.

Instead, she grew first.

Another surge moved through her body, slow but majestic, lifting her upward like a rising titan awakening from the earth. Her head climbed higher, shoulders broadening as she stretched her arms above her head with a delighted little sigh.

The motion alone pushed her past the top floors of the tower.

Glass windows far below reflected the enormous shadow she cast.

The skyscraper was no longer tall enough to touch her.

At over two hundred feet, she towered far above it.

She laughed softly.

Then gently pinched her father between thumb and fingertip, careful despite the overwhelming size difference, and plucked him like he was nothing more than a tiny, trembling insect.

“Hold still,” she murmured.

She lowered him carefully onto the flat surface of the skyscraper rooftop.

The wind whipped around them at that height, tugging at her golden hair and brushing across the massive silhouette of her body as she stood beside him like a living mountain.

She stretched once more, arms rising overhead in a long, pleased arc, muscles tightening as another growth pulse shuddered through her frame.

The city below seemed to shrink even further as she crossed into mega-giantess scale.

She settled slightly taller than before, smiling down at the skyline she now dominated.

“See?” she said quietly. “The view really is amazing.”

Her voice was starting to carry differently now.

Not sharper. Not louder in the ordinary sense. Just too deep, too vast to be caught easily by human ears below.

“Daddy? I can’t hear you anymore… too big now…”

Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as another growth wave rolled slowly through her frame, warm and overwhelming like the tide of some enormous, internal ocean she couldn’t stop.

She gave a breathy little giggle.

“Mmhn… it won’t stop…”

There was something devilish and delighted in the sound, but also the faintest hint of wonder, like she was still getting used to what was happening to her.

The growth came again.

Her body rose steadily, inexorably, like a mountain forming under sunlight.

The skyscraper beside her began to feel smaller in comparison.

First her chest climbed above the tower’s highest antennae, the enormous curves of her breasts passing the height of the building and casting a wide shadow across the city streets far below.

Then her waist followed, then the broad sweep of her hips.

Her massive thighs pressed outward with the slow, powerful dignity of a titan settling into new scale. The skyscraper that once stood beside her now barely reached her upper torso.

Her ass, impossibly large and rounded, expanded outward until it extended well past the building’s footprint, dominating the skyline like a second, living structure of flesh and strength.

She crossed six hundred feet tall.

The wind at that height moved constantly across her skin, tugging at her hair and brushing against the enormous silhouette she cut against the horizon.

She stretched her arms lazily, feeling the continuing pulse of growth shudder through her spine in slow, luxurious increments.

“Still… going…” she murmured, almost amused.

Far below, the city lights began to flicker on as people watched the impossible giantess rise against the evening sky.

The growth kept coming, slower now but heavier, like the world itself was stretching to accommodate her.

Her legs trembled faintly under the immense pressure of her own expansion. The city below looked smaller every second, streets turning into thin veins of light and structure.

She tried to stay standing for as long as she could.

Then another pulse hit.

It was too much weight to hold upright.

With a soft, almost apologetic sound, she lowered herself backward. The motion was slow, careful at first, but the scale of her body made even that gentle descent feel monumental.

The entire city seemed to hold its breath.

Then she sat down.

Not on a single building.

On the city itself.

Concrete, steel, and glass gave way beneath the colossal sweep of her enormous hips and thighs as she settled into a seated position that spanned multiple districts at once. The ground groaned and fractured outward in vast radial patterns as structures collapsed under the overwhelming, unstoppable mass of her body.

Cars were crushed like toys beneath her weight.

Roofs folded inward.

Glass shattered in endless, glittering waves.

“Sorry… Daddy…” she murmured, though there was laughter in her voice.

Then she laughed.

It was loud.

Not malicious, but wild with exhilaration, carrying across the city like thunder rolling through valleys.

The sound alone made windows burst and streetlights sway.

The vibration of her laughter traveled through the earth beneath her, making the entire metropolitan area tremble and rumble as she crossed past one thousand feet in height.

She tilted her head back slightly, golden hair cascading down like sunlight spilled across the ruined skyline.

Her massive body rose and fell slowly with each breath, a living mountain seated where a city once stood.

Far below, alarms continued to wail somewhere in the distance.

And all this because of a big…

Corporate Buyout.

The city would never be the same again.