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Terra was not what most people would call "pretty." At a statuesque 6'2", she was far too tall for most tastes. Men liked women to be short. The preference had its roots in absurd machismo that that Terra never understood, but her love life had been riddled with heartbreak because, more often than not, she had to bend down to kiss her date.

Perhaps even worse than her height was the fact she was completely hairless. Not just bald, or shaven, which was a style that was gaining some prominence in various countercultures. Terra had no hair at all. Granted, she was a lizard, so that was (relatively) normal, but it was considered a turnoff to most. The third strike against her was that, for her height, her body was rather slim. It could even be called athletic. Most men didn't like athletic women. They didn't like chubby either, though. Sometimes, men just did not make any sense.

If Terra had one thing going for her, it was that her breasts were absolutely astounding. In fact, her height and her slim build augmented her one good thing in a rather delightful way. On her athletic frame, her swollen D-cups seemed even larger by comparison, and with her height, her cleavage was often eye level with the men she passed on the street. She would be lying if she didn't feel just a tickle of pride when eyes lingered on her.

Terra's scales had two colors to them: rich teal as the majority, and yellow over her belly, the shade of which resembled Angel's Food cake. Her snout extended out of her face farther than a mammal's would, and was far boxier, still something else that was not conventionally attractive. That's what most said at least, but Terra had learned to ignore their hateful words, because the people who mattered thought she was a veritable goddess.

Case in point, Vincent was letting no shortage of praise slip out of his lips, as he held Terra close to his chest. Vincent knew something about beauty, too. After all, he was absolutely gorgeous. Covered in smoky silver fur, the exception was his crown, adorned with a mullet of brown hair, and a pair of black feathered wings that stretched out of his back. Although he was technically a dragon, the imagery of an angel was one that Terra embraced, and frequently called him her "personal seraph." Hugging her tight, with her ample breasts squished against his muscular chest and his arms wrapped tight around her, she could have remained like this forever...

But alas, there were miles to travel before she could rest, and with a heavy heart, she pushed out of the tight hug. The pressure no longer on them, her breasts returned to their ample dimensions, inflating like balloons inside her V-neck jumper. She preferred V-necks. They showed off a teasing amount of her cleavage while still being modest. On a good day she could get men to walk into sign posts or receive a scolding from a jealous wife. For a similar reason, she never, ever wore a bra, though she claimed it was because bras rarely fit her right.

"I gotta get going, love," Terra said softly.

Vincent sighed, and nodded. "I wish you would wait for me. We can go up next week, together."

"The holiday season starts next week," Terra said. "I gotta make sure everything is in order up there."

"But it's a four hour drive on a barren road... and you get bored very easily."

Terra giggled. Although she was tall, and wearing high heels, Vincent was taller and wearing work boots, which meant about half a head was the difference between them. Turning her head up slightly, she slipped out her tongue and very gently licked against the underside of his jaws.

"I'll be fine, and I really do have to get going," Terra said, pushing herself back and turning to her car, a metallic ash Skoda Yeti. Although the back seats had been taken out to allow for more storage room, the car was empty save a satchel bag on the passenger seat. She would be driving long, and she would be driving far, and didn't want to burn extra gas hauling non-essentials. Her destination was the holiday home she had inherited from her great aunt, close to four hours away. Every holiday season, she traveled to it, made sure everything was up to snuff, and managed it for the extent of the season. It was demanding work. The guests were rarely polite and generous, often expecting twenty-four hour service. Year after year, she told herself she would just sell the season house, but some part of her felt a duty to her great aunt, to keep the family business alive.

Opening the door to the Yeti, Terra climbed in and got comfortable. Despite her impressive height, she was always comfortable in her car, and took a moment just to relax with her head tilted back. She did have to sit a little far back, or her breasts would squeeze against the steering wheel and make turning difficult, but it was a minor inconvenience. Her arms simply sometimes got a little fatigued during long drives. She slipped off her high heeled shoes and tossed them in the back of the car, where they would be out of the way. Setting her foot on the gas and curling her toes around the pedal, she revved the engine.

To Terra, driving was little more than a means to an end. She didn't drive because she wanted to, only because she had to, and right now, she had to reach the holiday home. That meant four hours of endless trek along barren highways, just to reach a job she hated. She sighed, and got started.

Perhaps the worst thing about the trip was that, once she left the immediate city, there was nothing to amuse her. For the most part, the route from her home in the city to the holiday home was a straight line. Occasionally there was a turn here or there, but for the most part, she could put the car into cruise control and hold the steering wheel steady (which she sometimes did with her boobs). In a week or so, when the holiday season actually started, the roads would be clogged and stuffed, but now, they were almost completely empty.

So she drove. And drove. And drove.

One arm propped against the car door, her head resting in that hand, she steered with her other hand if she bothered to steer at all. The road stretched far in front of her, seemingly endlessly. It was the middle of the day, and the sun was shining bright. She was well rested, and the music on the radio was loud, playing the latest generic melody of the latest teen idol. She didn't really care for the music genre, but station 43.34 was the only one that lasted the entire way from the city to the mountains, and she didn't want to waste time fiddling with the dial every five minutes. Occasionally, a car passed, and how excited she became when that happened, because it was something slightly out of the ordinary. It shattered the monotony of driving to the point she became outright giddy, and waved at whoever passed her, earning more than a few confused stares. Once or twice, she actually thought of swerving her car into the oncoming, hoping that the crunch of metal may prove entertaining. But while Terra may have not always thought everything through, she certainly knew not to intentionally get into a crash, no matter how bored she may have been.

Terra licked her lips. Deciding she was thirsty, or at least bored enough drink something, she looked to the satchel bag beside her. Opening it, and leaning to her side, she reached a hand in and fished about. Leaning so far to the left, the car began to swerve, but only when she felt the bumps of the highway's shoulder did she quickly sit straight and regain control. Of course, she could have just stopped the car. It wasn't like there was traffic behind her, but the thought of prolonging the trip for even a minute more than necessary was just something she could not bear. Keeping her eyes on the road this time, she reached her claw into the satchel bag and fished about, at last closing her fingers around the cool metal of a soda can.

She used her teeth to pop the can open. Warm fluid bubbled out and washed over her fingers. Without taking her eyes off the road, she licked at the drink, before putting the can to her lips and tilting her head back. Lewdly, she chugged, unsure what she was drinking but not really caring either. Downing a soda broke up the monotony of the drive, and she danced in the thrill of five or so seconds that were not like the others. Emptying the can of its contents, she carelessly threw it to the ground beside her and resumed driving, the boredom quickly returning in force. The road stretched forward into infinity. When she couldn't tolerate the synthesized whine of the voice on the radio, she reached forward and skimmed through the channels, but only found obnoxious static, which actually was slightly more tolerable than the pop singer. Annoyed, she turned the radio off, and instead simply drove in silence.

Terra felt a little itch at her rump, and tried to snuff it out by wiggling side to side. She did snuff the itch, but soon enough it returned. Reaching a hand behind her and slipping her claw into her pants, she used her sharp nails to scratch the softer scales over her buttocks. Her pants were made of an elastic material, so despite how tightly they embraced her curves, she could easily compensate both her ass and fingers.

Terra smiled as she reached the Route K09, which meant she was halfway done with her trip. It was another hour on the highway, then about an hour on dirt roads and to the mountains. Route K09 was almost the same as Route L10, which was what she had been driving on, but there were just enough differences to keep her excited for a few precious minutes. And the suns and stars and planets in the sky that could just be made out were in a slightly different position than before! Keeping her smile across her lips, she tried to turn onto the other highway, but couldn't. Slightly confused, she looked down, and noticed her impressive cleavage was pressing against the steering wheel.

"The fuck?" she muttered.

She leaned back in the chair, guessing that she was leaning forward without even realizing, but no, she sitting as far back as she could. She was sure she hadn't adjusted the seat, since she never changed it.

Sucking in a deep breath and pulling her torso tight, she managed to squeeze the steering wheel into a turn. Putting pressure on the gas pedal, she got off Route L10 and onto Route K09, giggling as she began to bounce comfortably. Route K09 wasn't tended to as meticulously as L10, so the ride was a little rougher. It was fun, at least until she began to bang her head against the cab's ceiling.

Easing the car to a stop, she looked up, and noticed that the top of the car was much closer than it had been before. For the first time, she realized her legs were bending, which was weird, since she normally sat far enough back her legs were nearly straight when they touched against the pedals.

Scooting and squirming, and only with great difficulty considering how tightly her boobs were squeezed against the steering wheel, Terra managed to reach down to the floor and retrieve the empty can. Lifting it to her eye, she read the label for the first time, and chuckled softly to herself.

ÜberMass Product.

It was a special drink that stimulated the body, increasing the muscle mass and height, albeit only temporarily. She had carelessly thrown a can into her travel bag in case, alone in the mountains; she needed to do some heavy lifting. All things considered, she was frustrated that she had wasted a perfectly good can. The stuff wasn't cheap, after all.

Once she hit peak growth, the effects would last an hour, maybe two. Terra could just pull the car to the side of the road and wait for the drink to work its way through her body, but that meant an extra hour on the road, at least. With that said, there was always the chance this was an especially strong batch. It could take hours until it worked its course, and those were not hours she was willing to spend.

Terra pulled her left leg close to her chest, managing to just squeeze it between the seat and the dashboard. Bending the seat back as far as it would, and scooting her rump back, she managed to get her right foot on the pedal. Putting her weight down, she began to drive, though her head kept bumping against the car's ceiling.

The highway stretched forward, just as it had on the other highway, and although the change in scenery was pleasant, Terra quickly found herself bored once again. And the tingle over her rump was still ever present, though no matter how much she scratched, she just couldn't kill it. Terra liked tight fitting clothing. Anything baggy had a tendency to rub unpleasantly against her scales. In fact, she sometimes bought a size too small, because with the stretchy material she usually wore, it would squeeze her snugly. Unfortunately, this meant her clothing had little room before it was painfully restrictive. Despite the stretch the material offered, it was having trouble compensating her growing form.

After another bump, Terra hit her head against the car's ceiling. Growling, she braced herself against the dashboard with one hand, and placed her large hand against the seat behind her. Applying pressure, her muscles flexed and bulged, and she cracked the seat of the chair back and away, breaking it off. Scooting her rump back, she could lean forward and better sit.

The exertion had felt rather pleasant. She couldn't help but smile as she looked down at her left arm and flexed her muscles. A soft gasp escaped her as her bicep bulged, pressing against her tight jumper's sleeve.

Clenching her grip on the steering wheel, she watched as her biceps bulged and stretched the coating of scales. It wasn't just her biceps either, now that she was looking a little closer. Muscles had formed on her forearms, and were swelling slowly, gradually, turning into perfect spheres beneath the scales. Flexing her toes around the gas pedal, she fancied the muscles in her legs were swelling just a bit larger and thicker. However, because her boobs were steadily swelling larger, she couldn't actually see her lap. Gripping her left boob with her hand and pulling it aside, she brought her leg up to her vision and tensed the muscles in her thighs. The muscles suddenly pressed out of the taught pant leg. Teal was peeking out navy blue cloth. Flexing her thighs had caused an ugly gash to run up the cloth. Lifting her right arm so it was stretching out of her body, she tensed her biceps, and watched as teal ripped through the soft, baby blue sleeve.

"This is too cool," Terra said with a slight grin.

With her attention fully on her growing body, she failed to see the pothole in the road ahead of her. Hitting it, she rocked through the car's cab and ended up pounding her head in the ceiling, leaving behind a very large dent. Snarling in frustration, she braced herself against the dashboard and reached beneath her, taking firm hold of the seat. The muscles in her arm tensed, as they had before. Unlike before, the muscles in her back swelled and went taught as well, pushing against the tight confines of her V-neck jumper. A loud grunt slipped between her lips, and horizontal tears ran over the back of her jumper. Symmetrical tears ran over the sides, over Terra's ribs. She quickly sucked in a breath, not wanting to tear the top quite yet. With a final flex of exertion, she succeeded in ripping the seat out of the cab's foundation. Careless, she threw the seat behind her, and sat down, finding just enough room to sit somewhat comfortably, despite her steadily increasing size.

Finally releasing her held breath, her boobs spilled forward with the strength of a flood. The once impressive fatty orbs had swelled larger than most people's head. The jumper struggled to adjust to the sudden weight that was placed upon it, and for just a moment it seemed it would manage. Just as suddenly, the jumper tore up the middle, and the two fatty orbs spilled out. If she were still sitting in the chair, her breasts no doubt would have enveloped the steering wheel. As was, Terra was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her feet on the pedals.

Relief swept through her when she finally reached the turnoff to the dirt road that led to the season home. On the highways, she occasionally passed someone, or could get pulled over by police. She wasn't sure if operating a motor vehicle while a giantess was against the law, but it was certainly frowned upon. The dirt road was barren this time of year, so she didn't have to worry about any unpleasant circumstances.

Sitting sideways, she found she had to scoot back as far as she could just to get her right leg beneath the dashboard. Her left leg draped into the passenger's seat. Although she could stretch it out all the way and be comfortable, she found it more pleasant to keep her thigh pulled up to her chest. She flexed the muscles in her legs, forcing the rippling spheres beneath her scales to bulge and further tear the pants, which were struggling to maintain their integrity. Pulling her leg closer, she squished her boob with a flex, an act that sent pleasant tingles through her.

Taking her hands off the wheel, Terra gripped her breasts and gave them a tentative squeeze. Despite their increased size, they remained squishy and soft as pillows. When she squeezed, indents were left in the massive orbs for several moments, before the fat redistributed itself and the boob regained its plump shape. Two of her fingers moved to the pink teat of her right boob, erect and pressing out of the great sphere. Despite the intense strength coursing through her growing body, she was delicate and gentle with the erogenous bump, massaging the nipple very gently. Her thighs kept tensing, putting further strain upon the pants, but it was only when her nethers began to swell and drool that the fabric had enough. Her engorged labia pressed against the tight hem of her pants, applying the final touch of stress, and they tore up the middle. Given how much stress they were under, the pants practically exploded off of her, scraps of fabric flying in all directions.

That was better. With the fabric no longer tightly squeezing her growing curves, the itch on her scales disappeared. Granted, the ride was far from comfortable. She was sitting on the floor of the car instead of in her comfy seat. Her left leg was pressing against her chest, with her foot up against the passenger side door. Her right leg was bent at a painful angle, and she barely managed to keep her foot on the gas pedal to keep the car going. Unless she wanted to give the car an impromptu sunroof, she was forced to hunch forward and turn her head to the side, just to see the road before her.

Terra was aware she was growing, slowly, steadily, but always. Although the itch her shrinking clothing had caused had faded away, she was not without distractions. With her thigh pressing and squishing into her still swelling boobs, the rough floor of the car rubbing against her swelling labia, and of course, the sheer, unabridged, awesomeness of the muscles that were lacing her entire body... well, it was increasingly difficult to keep her focus on the boring, bleak road that stretched before her into infinity.

A wave of relief swept over Terra as she finally pulled off the dirt road and onto asphalt. A few minutes later, she was parked in front of her late aunt's season home. The home itself was more of a mansion: three stories tall and 30,000 square feet, but "home" was considered quaint and tended to attract more guests this time of year. For the same reason, the outside of the complex had a rustic feel, despite its impressive size. Brown and red were the main colors used, in a pattern that could trick the eye into thinking the entire structure was made of wood. Two chimneys adorned the roof, so a chimney could always be seen at the various angles, though neither chimney actually worked. Inside the 30,000 square foot complex, the rustic feel continued with lots of wooden furniture, skins on the wall, though with the occasional streak of modern that Terra had added when she inherited the season home.

She longed to gut the entire place, even demolish it, but it was still her late aunt's home, not her own. Every time she drove up with a sledgehammer, she felt... strange. As if she was somehow desecrating her great aunt's tomb.

There was a lot to do. She had to make sure the furnace was running smoothly, make sure the electric company hadn't screwed up, make sure no animals had broken through a window and gotten to the food pantry, and, of course, wipe away the dust the entire place was coated in. It was tiring work, but she was accustomed to it from the years she had been doing this. She eased the car to a stop. With great difficulty, she managed to reach one of her muscle laced arms over her body and hook a claw into the door's handle. When she pulled the handle, hoping to open the door, she accidentally tore it clean off.

She was getting ready to let out a string of curses that would make her great aunt turn in her grave, when a metallic whine caught her attention. Moments of dead worry slipped by. Wiggling slightly, attempting to shift into a better position, caused her weight to displace, and the strained suspension of the car to suddenly gave way. With a crash that would have woken the neighbors (if she had any), the car slammed against the ground.

"Crap," she muttered. "Vincent is going to be so mad."

If she really had to, she could probably power her way out of the car, but that would leave it a hunk of scrap metal. It would already need a lot of work, but she was doing her best to spare it any further damage. Besides, the drink would wear off soon, so it was just a matter of waiting it out.

The problem was, Terra was impatient, and sitting inside a car after having driven close to four hours straight was nothing short of torturous. Not to mention her breasts kept squishing and squeezing, against her legs, against the steering wheel and dashboard, against the doors and windows as she struggled and squirmed to get into a position that was even remotely comfortable. Each time her boobs, which were at least twice as large as this morning, brushed or pushed against something, a pleasant shudder ran through her. Her nethers, already stiflingly warm, drooled a stain onto the floor that would be difficult to explain to the mechanic.

She at last found a position that was, if not comfortable, satisfactory. Lying on her back, she had her legs folded and her knees almost at her boobs. Her large feet rested against the cab's back, while her head rested on the dashboard, just beside the steering wheel. As she settled down, she felt an odd poking at her anus, and soon realized it was one of the shoes she had discarded at the start of her drive. Perhaps she could reach for it if she really tried, but it just didn't seem to be worth the effort.

It occurred to Terra, the way she was positioned, she couldn't even turn the radio on. If it meant a dent in the boredom, she would gladly listen to whatever pop singer was on at the moment. Desperate for something to fill the time, she idly drew little shapes in her tight belly: hearts, stars, horseshoes, clovers and balloons. Moving her fingers to her breasts, she drew the same shapes, and found her breasts a much more pleasant surface to doodle on. Aside from pleasant shudders sent through her, her breasts were so squishy; they actually held the indented image for several moments after her finger lifted away.

With her right hand occupied, massaging and squishing the ample orb of fat and scales, her left hand strayed down between her legs. She actually hadn't realized where she was reaching until she felt the tip of her nail touching against the warm lips of her vagina, and a low giggle escaped her lips.

"I need some way to pass the time," she mused. "Besides, exerting a little energy may burn the drink through my system."

Terra spread the fingers on her right hand and gripped her entire breast rather forcefully. Squeezing it, the fat rose up from between her fingers, and even when her hand was brought away, the orb was slow to return to shape. She wiggled her hips side to side, and allowed the toe of the shoe poking at her pucker to push into the wrinkled skin. Clenching gently, she drew the sole inside of her halfway, and stopped. She didn't want the shoe to get lost back there. Aside from the fact she rather liked those high heels, returning to normal with it inside her would just be painful.

Keeping two fingers tightly together, she carefully eased them into her wide nethers. It was remarkably easy. Her walls were loose and so slick, fingers could effortlessly slide knuckle deep. In fact, she was so loose and large, her fingers were insufficient to provide her with the nice, pleasant bulk she was craving. Forming a duck bill with her hand, she placed the nails against her lips and quickly shoved her entire hand between her legs, clear to her wrist.

Her senses exploded. Her foot pressed forward, and an ugly gash ran through the rear window before she regained control of herself and eased the pressure. She was still growing, she guessed, since the walls of the cab were now snuggly enclosing her shoulders, and her crown was pressing against the front window. All the more reason to burn some of her excess energy, she decided.

Her claw was absolutely coated in slime. She squeezed her breast with her slick hand, and instead stuffed her dry hand inside her nethers, gasping and groaning as the pleasant bulk was returned. The muscles in her legs tensed at the pleasure in her lower body. Her strong vaginal muscles squeezed her knuckles, threatening to turn her hand to dust if she didn't pull it out.

While one of the high heeled shoes was pleasantly stretching her anus, she spotted the other just between her legs. Retrieving it with two delicate fingers, she rubbed the goo from her hands onto it, before placing the toe right against her warm, wet walls. Like her hand, it slipped inside her without much resistance, but unlike her hand, she had no distracting pain as her muscles clenched. With a finger wrapped around the stiletto heel, she eased almost the entire shoe inside her gripping muscles, keeping it flat so the thickest part was wrestling with her clenches.

Massaging her breasts with one hand, and easing the shoe in and out of her with her other, she worked herself into a pleasant rhythm. Although teasing and pinching the nipple was pleasant, she much preferred squishing and squeezing the whole boob, like Vincent would do, if he were here. She enjoyed thinking about Vincent as she worked the impromptu dildo in and out of her, occasionally slipping it fully inside, along with her hand. The sharp toe tip poked tenderly against a special spot that, usually, only Vincent could hit. Her feet slowly pressed against the rear window, causing cracks to form in it, but the moment she hit her peak, her foot crashed through and kicked a neat little hole.

Her anus clenched so tightly, the shoe collapsed into a broken mess of whatever it was shoes were made of. Although her nethers clenched and broke the other shoe between her legs, it was the flood of juice that utterly destroyed it, and assured she would never wear them again. Oh, but she felt delightful and tingly as cream washed out of her, over the shoe and her hand and formed a shallow pool on the floor beneath her. She pulled her leg back suddenly, and kicked again, though did not hit the window. Instead, she slammed against the car's backdoor, causing it to explode off its hinges. Her head fell back, denting the dashboard.

When her hand moved away, the shoe washed out from deep within her, carried on a tidal wave of sticky cream. Her jaws clenched tight, before parting, and her tongue rolled out of her mouth. Although her anal muscles were still squeezing and hungrily slurping at the shoe to keep it inside her, with her growth, the shoe was slowly slipping out of her vent.

Without really thinking, she placed a hand on the door beside her, and attempted to push herself to a seated position. Not only did her head crash through car's ceiling, but the door yielded beneath her weight and smashed outwards. Rather ungracefully, she ended up falling out of the car and flat on the ground. Her muscles expanded, and the car began to squeeze tight on her. Wiggling and squirming like a snake, she managed to free her other arm, and used both to drag her lower body out of the enclosing metal shell. The door widened more and more to compensate her impressive physique, which was close to fifteen feet by the time she was free.

Squatting down, she dug her strong fingers into the flimsy shell of the car, getting a good grip. Her muscles bulged even farther as she lifted the car and brought it to her face, looking it over casually. "Well shit," she muttered, carelessly dropping the hunk of metal to the ground. "How the hell am I going to explain this one to the insurance?"