Nala’s Growth drive has been going throughout the month – and you still have time to help her grow for the finale by liking the posts on Bsky!
Part 1
“That’s one tall lady. What’s she in for?” Rodriguez sipped her coffee, looking at the mugshots in progress through a window. “And why’s she posing like that?”
“I’m not sure, boss. Turned herself in, said we were going to want her on file.” Anderson scratched his head. “Something about a ‘growth drive’, whatever that is. Some kind of social media thing.”
“Does that involve getting arrested? I swear, that fucking Barbie movie—we ought to just open an official photo booth on the curb and get it done with.”
While the officers spoke, Nala was having the time of her life. The camera loved her—and so did the photographer. It wasn’t every day he got to work with a gorgeous elf wearing nothing but a swimsuit. She struck a pose and then another, filling the reel with provocative shots of her abundantly alluring body—and ever so slowly inching upwards on the horizontal bars delineating her height.
“What did you say that drive of hers was supposed to do?” Rodriguez said, frowning.
“Well, boss, it’s obviously a ploy for attention. She posted something about getting bigger the more likes she gets. Totally unrealistic, right?”
Nala caught Rodriguez’s gaze for a moment, and held it, smirking.
“Oh look, she posted an update. How did she do that?”
A tremor rumbled through the floor. And Nala’s smile widened.
“Get out,” Rodriguez said, throwing down her coffee cup. “Run!”
Part 2
There was a ding from the elevator in the lobby. It was the last sound it would make. Metal warped, concrete crumbled, and glass shattered.
Nala was going up.
And up.
And up.
The elf merely smirked at the surprised occupants of each floor as she grew through them, her head punching through ceilings as if they were made of paper, lingering only for long enough to waggle her eyebrows before she was on to the next and left her cataclysmic curves to fill the insides of the unfortunate skyscraper.
It couldn’t contain her for long. She was growing fast, like an elven missile, punching through the entirety of the building, her hips bursting through the outer layer and parading her godlike ass to the world as head emerged at the top, scattering debris as she shook her hair free of rubble.
From a mere two meters to more than kilometer tall in a single growth spurt, she loomed high above as a goddess to be worshipped.
And she wasn’t done.
“That’s more like it.” Nala’s melodic voice boomed across the unprepared city, audible to every one of her potential worshippers. “But we can do better, can’t we?”
The foundations trembled beneath the weight of her thick, bikini-clad hips. And in her shadow, a single car moved away from her at high speed.
“Stop gawking at her and call for help,” Rodriguez barked at her subordinate. “Wait, are you on her socials? Are you liking her new picture?”
“But she’s pretty…!”
The earth rumbled. Nala’s breathy giggle filled the air.
“We’re so fucked.”
Part 3
New York didn’t stand a chance.
The cacophony of the collapsing city mixed with the booming giggles of the giga-sized Nala, gleefully soaring out of the clouds of dust far quicker than they could conceal her. There was no hiding her immensity from the eyes of the world, nor her ascension. She was more than a giantess: she was divine, the epitome of effortless feminine power, put on generous display in a show that was as casual as it was sexy.
Her social media went crazy with the mass of videos and real-time accounts as she rose above the city. A gigantic elven seductress, dressed only in a provocative swimsuit as she straddled Manhattan; how couldn’t she be the center of attention? Which, of course, only made her bigger…
In the shadow of the titan, a pair of police officers raced against time.
“Anderson, I’m warning you…”
“But I had the keys right here, boss!”
Rodriguez glanced upwards. Nala shifted above them, her sigh alone sending shock waves through the air and shattering whatever glass had not yet been destroyed. She stretched; shoulders down, ass up, high enough in the air that the clouds parted around her perfectly toned backside. And below, her enormous breasts swayed above the remaining skyscrapers, their barely contained curves getting closer and closer to the ground, until…
Boom.
Nala’s tits came crashing down, cratering lower Manhattan beneath just the one. She watched, self-satisfied, as the waves crashed out into the harbor, spreading the impact of her playtime. She’d outgrow that too, soon enough.
And then something caught her eye. A boat, racing past a little island with a copper statue of a towering, yet far smaller lady than herself…
“Phew! That was close!” Anderson clung to the steering wheel, barely holding on as the frothing sea rose and fell around them.
“We’re not out yet.” Rodriguez warned him, looking back. “She’s seen us. Full throttle.”
“You got it, boss!”
Part 4
Rodriguez and Anderson escaped narrowly. The elements raged around them: the sea, frothing and surging; the air, howling and whirling as the giga-sized elf disturbed the weather patterns; and the ground, rumbling to its bones as Nala’s towering form cratered New York beneath her abundant curves.
They only got away because the nascent goddess’s attention wandered from their speeding boat to the delightful sensations of more size surging into her alluring body. By now, the entire world’s news and social media ecosystem revolved entirely around her. Just as she liked it; it made her grow even faster.
The titaness got to her feet. Even that was a sight worth to stop and gawk at—or worship, as more than a few did—even as the land quaked and crumbled around her. She wasn’t merely city-sized; she was ascending beyond that, adding 10, 20, 50 kilometers of awe-inspiring height to herself by the moment.
“Not bad, huh?” Nala said, smirking down at the landmass below her. She was already so far past the clouds that the highest layers swirled around her knees, and descended rapidly with her growing size. “I’m starting to think that you guys like me or something…”
She paused to pose for her miniature audience, blowing kisses as the dirt compacted beneath her feet, making her footsteps (and earlier, her boob-rests) permanent features of the landscape. And then she began to walk, her every step taking her further than before.
A hundred kilometers tall. Two hundred. Three hundred. Nearing four hundred, Nala towered over the country, the atmosphere growing thin and hazy around her. And there she took notice of the one place that she had not yet conquered, as the International Space Station passed above her head in its orbit, snapping pictures as it went.
It wouldn’t look down on her for long.
Part 5
All the world’s a stage. And Nala was too big for it.
Upwards, she grew. Through clouds and air. Upwards, through the cerulean blues of the sky, turning dark with the dawning of the starry cosmos. Upwards; ‘til the planet was little more than her seat.
Nala stretched into space, her long, golden locks swaying weightlessly in the solar wind. It was all too easy—basking in the adoration of her admirers, letting her graceful and divinely attractive figure rise above the inadequate planet as her thick, powerful thighs straddled the—now wobbling dangerously—celestial sphere.
She was glorious. And she knew it.
Here, at the apex of fame and glory, the glamorous elf straddled one side of the planet while she considered smothering the other side with another cataclysmic tit-drop. Her bikini alone would blanket several countries on its own, to say nothing of the seismic shock to the world if she actually removed it. The idea of it made her smile…
A rocket streaked by her monolithic body. It wasn’t aiming for her, but her sheer gravity pulled it close.
“She’s too fucking big!” Rodriguez cried, looking out through the window. “This is ridiculous. How did she get so far?”
“I guess her growth drive was successful, boss.” Anderson said, struggling with the controls.
“Successful, my ass. The planet’s looking like a damn beach ball. Who’ll repair all that stuff? And who is she posing for at this stage?”
“Aliens, I guess.” Anderson shuffled, sneaking a few photos. “Looking pretty swell from here. At least its over, now?”
“If the drive is over,” Rodriguez said, staring daggers at her subordinate and the goddess outside. “Why hasn’t she stopped!?”
“S-she likes growing, I guess?”
Nala watched them go with a smirk on her face. She stretched her arms towards the sprawling universe, her playground to be.
She’d catch up.
Macro Monthly 
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