Macro Monthly

By Mara More

It’s a lovely day in Gibraltar. We catch D.Va while she’s still small enough to fit inside the hangar housing her mech—woefully undersized for its now 12 feet tall pilot—and start the photoshoot by posing next to the iconic machine that has become little more than a museum piece by virtue of the heroine’s recently emerged powers of growth.

She cuts a striking figure in her bodysuit—the only thing capable of growing with her—and there can be no doubt that the grinning brunette has used her powers to boost the size of her curves to her own liking, and perhaps for the benefit of Macro Monthly: gone is the petite D.Va; this girl is stacked.

“Just in time for the show,” she says, leaning against her mech.

Ready and waiting!

“No way you’re ready for this.” There’s a rumble as D.Va laughs, as if the earth itself is laughing with her. And then she shoots upwards, doubling her already towering size in mere moments. There’s a reason that this hangar opens to the sky.

The race is on.

To start us off; what’s your new canonical size?

“Growing, obviously. Or do you need a firm number?”

The fans have to know. The pictures coming out of the community these days depict wildly differing scales and size differences, as you’re no doubt aware. Sometimes you’re the size of a building. Other times you’re the size of a planet.

“That all depends on the timeline, I’m afraid. But you can be sure that I’m the biggest and the best!” D.Va smirks down at us, already halfway through the open roof. She poses provocatively as she steps outside, narrowly avoiding the helicopter that we’ve charted for the latter stages of the interview.

Some of your colleagues—and their diehard fans—might contest that.

“I don’t see anyone bigger than me around. Do you? And if there was, then I just have to…” She closes her eyes, lips twitching for just a second. And then she all but explodes bigger, gaining hundreds of feet of height in mere seconds. Watchpoint Gibraltar is fit for little more than a seat beneath her prodigious bum—and with the speed she’s growing, the Rock towering above it is soon to follow. A soft moan carries on the wind; when you’re that big, you don’t have to hide how good it feels.

Fair point! Do you think the constant size changes have made the Overwatch matches more exciting? Isn’t it dangerous to use entire cities or nation states as battlegrounds?

“Are you kidding? I’ve never had this many followers! The viewership speaks for itself.” 

Should the organization get with the times and rebrand to Sizewatch?

“They’re a bit slow. By the time anything official happens, Sizewatch might not be enough.”

Macrowatch? Goddesswatch?

“Yeah, that’s more like it.” She’s smirking down at us as we take to the air, a thousand feet tall and counting. Being the size of a living skyscraper appears to have gotten her warmed up, because as she stretches and poses for the camera, she’s only getting bigger, faster—especially in the boobs and butt department, straining her adaptable bodysuit around her unreal curves. Unzipping her front, she reveals a cleavage deep enough to swallow our helicopter whole.

Of all your colleagues, who’s your favorite to smother?

“Good question. Widow, probably. She’s so funny when she tilts. And she squirms nicely. But Tracer’s a close second.”

And who’s your favorite to be smothered by?

“Hey, I’m always on top, what kind of question is that?” She laughs. “If I must choose… Tracer’s ass is really nice. I might enjoy getting lost in those cheeks. And Mercy’s tits aren’t a bad place to be stranded, either.”

Sounds perfectly reasonable! As far as we can tell, all the heroines of Overwatch just keep getting curvier. Are you worried at all that things are getting out of hand? 

The mile tall D.Va seats herself on the continental shelf with a seismic boom. “As far as I’m concerned, the sky’s the limit. And I’ve never met anyone dumb enough to tell me that my ass’s too fat. Have you?”

No one who’s on this chopper or likely within a hundred mile radius of any such growing girl!

“Good. Like I said; sky’s the limit.” She stretches her arm up towards the clouds, whirling them around her fingers. “And maybe not even then.”

Encouraging words for all of your fans, I’m sure. Any words for your viewers back home?

“Keep watching, subbing, and making fanart. Thanks for the support, and stay tuned for more D.Va! With your help, I’ll soar even higher!” 

Finally, our last question: What’s the biggest you’ve ever gotten?

“Oh, I’ll need way more space for that. You got the wide-angle ready for your camera? Rented an imaging satellite or two?” The beyond gigantic giantess leans back on her arms; most of Gibraltar has already disappeared beneath her ass and her legs are reaching far into the ocean. The dial on our handy height-counter is speeding up; several miles quickly become dozens and our helicopter is shaken by the force of her lustful moan. As her figure breaches the upper layers of the atmosphere and her shadow falls over Spain, we must conclude that our title might have undersold it; giga alone doesn’t do this goddess justice.

“GG,” D.Va says, flashing a V-sign as her grin darkens from the atmospheric haze, “no re.”