Her body, however, gained weight too, bloating, thicker, chubbier all around. Her arms and thighs thickened as she revelled in her new curves, though the inflated rise of her tits, which her body was, somehow, able to support, still took the majority of her attention. Even if she had not been growing, smashing her elbow through an apartment and rising to forty feet tall, she would have showed off her breasts, the rise of them laughable when thinking of the shirt and suit that she had been wearing only a short time ago.
Nothing would fit her at that size, peering out of the window with a deranged, booming giggle, but she didn't care, couldn't care, not as her body thickened, rising with more and more flesh, her breasts supported, yet still rounding out from her body. They hung down to her crotch, but also rose above the height of her head, trembling with presence, standing and growing, milk flooding and flowing through the hallways of the apartment building, leaking out from windows and dribbling down the walls. She broke through another level, one knee pushed out before her as if she was in the process of standing, though some floors broke more easily than others, the entire apartment building not all built the same.
That would have been something for her to take to a safe housing association or environmental officer -- if things had not been changing for everyone. Her sides billowed, more and more fat layering down her sides, thicker and bigger, rolls softening her appearance, making her whimper in delight. Out further and further, her body matched her breasts, the bloated, jiggling appearance, a little more weight sagging into her tits to pull them down towards her stomach, further and further until they rested on the ground -- or at least one of the floors of the apartment building.
Still, she had to grow, had to expand, her milky tits trembling, the pressure within like a pressure pot, straining and yearning to explode. It had to come and yet she didn't know what else to do but to squeeze and rub them, though it did not make them feel as if the pressure was relieved at all, not even as she filled her entire apartment and more, not sure where she was. Susie didn't recognise anything around her, not as the soft roundness of her body, gaining more weight than anyone could have ever imagined possible, swelled into the limits of it all, on her hands and knees.
It was hard to tell anything, especially as she rocked and groaned, the ceiling light shattering, her possessions crushed, broken, though they would no longer be required. Nothing of that material gain and life ever again would colour Susie's existence as the floor of her apartment, around her hands and knees, swilled with milk, thickening up more and more as she added her essence to it. Wetness splashed up around her, but that was a sensation, whimpering and moaning deeply, that she would very soon get used to.
She moaned, curling forward, though everything was as she wanted it to be. It was perfect, the weight of her body not holding her down, not even as she swelled, as wide as she was tall and wonderfully so. Susie groaned, one hand on her tits, the other still between her legs, though she didn't even need to masturbate anymore to get off.
No... The climaxes came, endless, with every pulse of milk from her tits, someone screaming, though they were already transforming too. No one that was mutating had a care left in the world other than their passion, their lust. Every climax that rolled through Susie made her more and more eager to climax again, needing it, a lusty, giant woman, straining against the bounds of the apartment complex.
"Nnnnngghhhhh..."
She couldn't help it, couldn't stop herself, rolling onto her back as she smashed down a floor, the echoing crash of the floors breaking under her music to her years. How big was she? It was hard to say when she smashed through walls like it was nothing, though the influence of Fornucatus did not linger over her quite as long as she might have liked, now that she'd gotten a taste of it.
At fifty feet, truly, tall, she barrelled into two floors, catching a glimpse of a falling TV, sparking with electricity from where cables, somehow, had been ripped out of the wall, the guts of the building exposed. Yet it was the others moaning and groaning, the whole building reverberating with the sounds of their fucking, that did it for her, grasping her tits as milk gushed from her.
"Ohhhhhh!"
It flowed out the windows, streaking the walls, breaking through the exterior wall at long last. That allowed her to swell even more without restriction, her tits ballooning, her body comically small attached to them, though Susie very much did not feel that there was anything funny at all about the situation that was happening, a passive player in her own mutated life. The giant, mutated human beings swelled, a pair of balls emerging from another window, though she was sure that the man attached to them was having the time of his life too, thrusting and grinding, pounding into either something or someone.
Her milk ran down the streets and she laughed at the sight of cars spinning out, the occupants unhurt, even as the passage of another woman down the street below, who strode through the chaos as if she owned it, seemed to set off further transformations. Yet Susie's curiosity only went so far as she grunted and moaned, milking her own tits as orgasm pulsed through her, electric, snarling, snapping pleasure demanding that she pay attention to it and only it.
For the world was changing around her as her body swelled further, thicker, half sitting in the building on one of the floors that had enough support beneath it to stay somewhat in place, though the side of the apartment block gaped open onto the street, rubble-strewn everything. Yet it was the growing churn and inflation of the bodies within that destroyed the buildings, not them crashing down of their own accord, and that in itself was a glorious thing, a wonderful thing.
A thing that should be praised and praised above all else in the world.
Susie groaned, her inflation finally topping out at seventy feet tall, though her hyper weight gain kept her in place until she was needed, until one saw fit to infuse her with power and energy enough to move her gargantuan, swollen body. She was wide, so wide, expanding all the way out into the street and blocking the road, her thighs beautifully chunky, her backside a smooth swathe of flesh and yet there could be no denying her form, how thick she was, a massive, hyper beast of a woman, though she held her natural genitalia.
Was that a blessing or a curse? Ah, there was no point in wondering about that. There was little traffic anymore, more and more cars coming to a stop as the occupants transformed, though the mutations rippled down more and more buildings, her milk gushing and swirling around the wheels of the cars, pouring down her front, allowing her to be as Fornucatus wanted her to be.
For that was all that mattered.
Nothing else mattered.
