The alleyway was dark, grimy, and quiet. The city of Mixholme was host to a vast array of streets and buildings and gutters, scattered all over the place in a number sufficient to befuddle the human mind, more than enough to hide any kind of unscrupulous behaviour. In particular, this dingy, tiny clearing nestled within the backs of run-down, barely used housing blocks, was perfection for such an endeavour.

For scuttling about within this urban nest, was an entourage of darkly clad figures, almost ordinary and unassuming were it not for the pitch black cloaks they draped themselves in, cloaks made entirely out of gleaming feathers. There was about a half dozen of them in total, all busying themselves with aged books, black wax candles, and golden-coated ink, all haphazardly organized into an intricate ritual. The books were the notes and research, the candles the conduits, and the golden ink was the paint used to craft the large, arcane sigil that laid itself right in the centre of the fluttering cabal. And directly upon this sigil, stood a seventh figure, the smallest, yet the most important, clad not in the glistening feather cloaks of her followers, but instead a protective suit of leathers and cloth, a plague suit, designed to shield its wearer from the most hazardous of elements. However, upon this figure, and within this context the sterile attire served not as protection.
Instead, it was here for....containment.

"Great Lunar Maiden." Rasped one of the cloaked followers, casually stepping close to their master. "Queen of the Harpies. Beast of shadow. Guardian of knowledge. How are you feeling? Is the suit to your liking? "

The figure in the centre of the area quirked her head in response, before tilting it down to gaze across the small, meek little body, pausing in contemplation.

"It's....alright." The plague suited figure then replied, her voice feminine, squeaking, seemingly innocent and powerless, were it not for the mind behind it. "A little drab and boring for someone like me, but it'll get the job done, right?"

"If fortune favours us, then indeed it shall." The follower nodded.

"Mm-hm." The figure grunted, shifting her body suddenly. "Well aside from that, I....I'm actually feeling a little strange. I take it that means the ritual's nearly done?"

"Aaaaah-hah-ha." The feather-cloaked one seemed giddy now. "The mere fact that you sense the distortion of the arcane fields, proves that we are encroaching upon success! Let the sensations fill you with pride my queen, for the transference of your endless power into physical form is inevitable! We are honoured, to bear witness to you walking upon our world at last."

"Yes, yes, thank you." The figure then dismissively waved her follower away. "Let's just hope the suit doesn't hold me back too much. I wouldn't be much of a goddess if I don't get any bigger than this...pathetic height. You guys really couldn't find any larger size shells?"

"F-forgive us, my queen." Another one of the followers hurriedly bowed in submission and shame. "Our resources were...limited. It had to be as reinforced as possible to effectively contain you, a-a-and so we had to make...compromises."

The figure sighed and huffed. "It's....fine. I'm just getting bored and impatient with all this kerfuffle." The masked face then swivelled to converse with a higher ranking disciple. "On that topic, how much longer do I have to be short for?"

"Nary but a minute or two, my queen." The third follower stood at attention. "We've made sure everything will run to satisfaction, and thus we are clear to begin."

"Good." The figure cooed, as a smile curled onto the incomplete lips within her mask.

With that, the gaggle of feather-cloaked worshippers gathered around, each holding a candle, and bowed their heads down. Their 'Queen' waited patiently, arms folded, until her heightened senses picked up upon their low, whispering murmurs. The verbal incantations to draw and guide their idol's immense power into the weak, artificial, mortal vessel they had
crafted for her. A physical body, so that she could once again indulge the vices of material existence. The scents in her nostrils, the ground under her feet, the breeze whistling past her ears, all of that intoxicating sensation was awaiting her, and as the air began to grow warm from the sudden, soft glow of the golden ink, the Lunar Maiden could feel it.

Buh bump.....buh bump.....buh bump....

Her power was returning. Her followers really were successful in their studies, and thanks to their efforts, the Lunar Maiden was starting to feel like her old self again. It was as if she was drinking a nutritious nectar despite no material slipping down her throat, and as the transformative energy flowed through the veil of reality and into the ritual around her, the Maiden found herself greedily gorging on it, shuddering and moaning as it buzzed and flowed into her sinews and arteries. She could already feel the half-formed feathers within her clothing spread and sprout to their full beauty, her amorphous blob of an ill-formed head stretching and forming into her gleaming beak, whilst the numb stumps within her boots started to swell and split, spreading and broadening into actual toes and feet that billowed into thick, avian talons. The finely crafted suit was working splendidly as her catalyst of mortality, sculpting her unfinished form like molten clay in a silicon mould, and the raven goddess was finding herself starting to get giddy and excited about the prospect of truly having physical flesh once again, as the sprouting nervous system allowed her to touch and feel the suit pressing against her.

crrrrrnnnn

Buh-bump, buh-bump, buh-bump, buh-bump-

Pressing....quite a bit, actually.

The Queen of the Harpies grunted softly as she tried to process the sudden sensations, but a quick flex of her newly growing body made her suspicions true. The suit was starting to feel rather snug, squishing her soft, plush biomass as it continued to swell and grow. Her freshly grown toes had but a brief moment to flex and wiggle with newfound control, before their bulky forms suddenly met interior leather, and found themselves squashed by it. The plague mask was a handy guide for her beak to solidify into its natural shape, but its usefulness was soon overshadowed by it now clamping down onto her maw, silencing her words before she could even think of them. Even her chest was starting to feel clogged up, as her breasts swelled against the buttons of the long coat, straining the connections so tight that the fringes at her feet were shuffled and jostled by the upper movements.
All before said fringes began to rise, slowly crawling up her legs as more of her bulging boots were revealed.

Gurrrrgle....

buhbump-buhbump-buh-bump-buhbump-

The transforming goddess grunted, groaned, and even let out a few whimpers, as she felt like a balloon being inflated inside a sock. And from the perspective of her stunned followers, the comparison was fitting, for they stared in shock at the sight of their deity slowly growing, and stretching, and swelling, until she was towering over them all, moaning as she dwarfed the maximum height of the human species, looming larger, and larger, and larger, as the binding suit started to creak and strain against her body, shrinking so tight that it made her entire body bulge.

Buhbumpbuhbumpbuhbumpbuhbump-

blubblublub-burbulbulrrr-

crrrreeeeeeEEEEEEE-

The Lunar Maiden was conflicted by the sight of the world getting smaller and smaller around her. She was indeed getting taller like she had wished too, but the growth spurt didn't seem to be slowing or stopping. If anything, it appeared to be intensifying, her stomach growling and bubbling and gurgling loudly as her newly sprouting flesh grew fat and hulking with the uncorked stream of her true power. The Maiden didn't feel panic at the prospect of growing so much, she was a rather gigantic goddess in her true from after all, but she couldn't help but feel as if the suit wasn't exactly crafted with that in mind. The illustrations her followers knew her by didn't really articulate just how big she actually was, and she didn't recall ever mentioning her immense size to them either. They knew she was going to grow, so the suit was still stretchy to accommodate some portion of increasing mass, but was it stretchy....enough?

RIIIIP

Oh, well that answers that.

All six of the feather-cloaked worshippers audibly gasped at the sudden noise, and the goddess swivelled her gaze to the source in response. A deep, ragged tear had ripped open across the coat's lower fringes, as it was now hugging her legs so tight that it was hampering their movement. Of course, with so much raw strength stuffing the Maiden to the brim, overpowering the constraint was effortless.

RIIIP, RI-I-IIP!

Thus, she simply flexed her legs out further than the coat permitted, and the enchanted leather split against her, freeing movement. Well, until her arms proved to be growing too thick for their sleeves, pinched so unbearably tight that the new flow of blood was now getting cut off and hampered, and now the gloves were making her fingers curl until it hurt, and it was getting hard to breathe with this blasted mask strangling her, and her toes were getting so fat that she was wondering if they'd end up bigger than her hands, and wow she actually starting to find this somewhat sex-

PAF

An exhale of relief escaped the Harpy Queen's stretching beak, as she felt the seams of her sleeve loudly rupture. Her left arm was positioned slightly differently than her right, bent enough to bulge her bicep out further, thus its swelling form caused enough strain within the confining leather for the material to burst apart, exploding and tearing into tatters against the eruption of soft feathers and plush skin, drawing the swelling goddess' eyes down to the alluring sight. And as the Lunar Maiden's glowing yellow eyes gleamed behind the lenses of the mask, the ripping, peeling sleeve, instilled something within her.
Arousal.
The discomfort of tightening clothes was far from enough to harm a creature of such immense power like the Lunar Maiden, yet she was no stranger to the sensation. In fact, she enjoyed it, adored it, and grew...let's say, 'stimulated', from it, to the point where she was just about able to giggle through the tightness of her mask, before glancing over to her right arm and flexing it too:

CrrrrRRRK-KR-KKK-KRRIIIIIIIP!

Splitting her coat even further.

"Great Maiden!" One of the followers cried, as the circle of worshippers nervously watched the hazard-protective attire loudly split and burst against their growing mistress. "The suit, i-i-it's ripping, y-your bursting out!"

The Lunar Maiden simply moaned once again, before the mask's vice-like grip upon her face grew too irritating, and her hands lurched up towards it. With more gasping from her followers, the goddess gripped the leather material upon her face, and tugged with barely a fraction of her increasing strength, feeling the stitching strain and creak loudly in protest, before:

RRRRIP!

It lurched off her face, seams splitting apart until the mask could no longer find purchase on her head, letting the Queen of the Harpies yank the wretched thing off and breathe deep gulps of fresh air in blissful relief, warm, glowing, golden eyes opening softly and smugly as the world around her took in the beauty of her raven visage. Those same stuttering, panicked followers, choked in further shock, and some inhaled to voice their fears, but the Lunar Maiden's now unfiltered, chocolate smooth voice, was quick to cut them off with a playful:

"I noticed~."

CrrrRRN-RIAP, PAP.

"This doesn't make sense!" Another one of the followers spluttered, as the goddess watched her hands bubble and swell, bloating larger and larger until the gloves adorning them loudly split and burst against the soft grey flesh of her palms. "We had crafted and enchanted the suit to perfection, it should've been invincible!"

Rrrip, riii-rip.

"And yet, I'm outgrowing it." The Maiden retorted sassily as she plucked and pulled off whatever was left of her gloves. "I suppose I really am too much for mortal constructions after all, huh? Oh well, let it split then, I don't mind."

"B-bu-but my queen, without the containment suit, your power will be untethered, unstable even! No limiter on that kind of power means the body will keep getting bigger and bigger until you've reached a size sufficient to dwarf mountains!"

"Y'know, you say that like it's a bad thing."

"But.....but great lunar Maiden..." The initially nervous follower whimpered with a bow of her head. "We are....unworthy. Your true self is too grand, too beautiful, to almighty, to be witnessed by such minuscule mortal life-"

"Oh hush, you lot sell yourselves too short." The Lunar Maiden interrupted as she put her hands on her hips, right as those hips swelled and tore into her trousers. "I'm just a big, swollen, giant raven lady, that's not exactly incomprehensible to 'minuscule life', is it? Besides, you guys have put in so much work, and shown nothing but the utmost passion and devotion to me despite so much of life persuading you otherwise. This wouldn't even be happening if it weren't for my wonderfully loyal worshippers, so frankly, I'd like to think you've earned the chance to see the real me. I mean, I know you want it, you can't lie to an empath as powerful as I am."

The cabal made no further protest, but instead sheepishly moved back in respect, their own masks capable of hiding their blooming blush from any onlooker that wasn't their goddess.

rrrr-RIIIP

The Maiden in response simply smiled again, as her ample thighs swelled and swelled until the seamlines of her trousers loudly burst open across them, feathers erupting though the spreading gaps of her clothing like leakages in a tankard.

"Very good, v-very-mmmgh, very g-good, I'll keep getting bigger then."

"But....my queen." Spoke up an older member of the disciples. "The suit won't be able to cover your body effectively, you're even going to be stripped of footwear because of how fat your feet are getting. Are you sure you're....alright with that?"

The raven goddess giggled and chuckled in playful amusement.

"Oh-ho-ho, rest assured, that's only making the transformation more desirable." The changes were getting so pleasurable that the goddess couldn't even hide the bristling lust in her words. "So, if no-one has any objections, I'll keep swelling, growing, expanding, and if I reach a size too grand for shoes and socks to fit, then I shall walk upon this world.... barefoot."

GURRRRGLE

The talons below roiled with increasing fat tissue, bulging and inflating as they swelled thicker and thicker, churning with growth and mass. The boots were starting to look comedically bloated now, warped and bulbous as they swelled like dough in the oven, and the raven goddess groaned loudly as her footwear shrank so deliciously tight. The suit used as her physical catalyst didn't come with socks, so the Maiden could feel every, single, tiny little seam of the interior pressing deep into her flesh, and the sensations of it all, knowing how weak these boots were compared to the might of her talons, it was nothing but pure ecstasy.

"Mmmrgh-mmmm-" The beak was clenched tight in response to the discomfort, and the goddess' moans and grunts were starting to get further intensified as she steadily loomed taller and taller, a plume of tail feathers splitting open the seat of her trousers with an elegant 'rrRIP!'. At the start of the ritual, she was just barely big enough to reach the minimum height of an average woman, as scrawny and pathetic as mortal bodies could get. But now, she not only towered over the combined size of her followers, but she was steadily starting to exceed the buildings around her too, groaning in ego-fuelled satisfaction as her body continued its bloating and expanding. The suit meant to restrain and limit her power was stretching and growing with her somewhat decently, but failing quite badly at keeping her sealed up from the elements. For the fringes of her coat had travelled from below her ankles, to just barely covering her naval, the cuffs of her trousers were snapping against her shins, holes and tears and gashes were ripping and bursting open all across her attire, and though the bottoms of her boots were about half the size of a person now, the talons inside were reaching three times that much, their sheer girth quickly dwarfing the sigil, as her legs became the only part of her that the feather-cloaked disciples could see.

crk, crick-pik-crckr-crk-criii-i-i-iiiiii-

And because they now took up so much the cabal's view, the full extent of how badly the boots were straining against their mistress was clear as day. Soon, the stitching was starting to show signs of breakage, as the sounds of threads and seams being plucked and ruptured filled the air in a cacophony of tiny rips and cracks, thin splits in the enchanted material spreading across the seamlines, as the goddess' toes bulged and swelled even larger, pressing deep into the fronts and backs of her footwear. The followers were watching in awe at such a sight, as the feet grew so huge that they could keenly make out the toes inside trying to squirm and flex against the leather, the pliant areas of the boots deforming and discolouring, as the gaps between the tongues and the rest of the boots widened and broadened, the thick, swollen, beautiful flesh and arches of their goddess squished and bulging as the shifting tongues made them visible, with more and more of her legs slithering out from the topmost areas.
CRRRRRRREEEEEEAAA-AAAK
Then, the followers took notice of something. The straps. The thick, reinforced boot straps made to smoothly and snugly keep the boots formed into their shape, they were squishing and digging deep into the talons of their goddess, and they were loudly straining.
CRRREEEE-RIPIRIP-RRREEEEE-
No, they were ripping. The straps were starting to break, the leather slowly peeling apart like wet paper, squishing deeper and deeper into the Lunar Maiden's feet as the Lunar maiden herself swelled even larger, shuddering and moaning gleefully, until one topmost strap was pressed monstrously tight into her ankle, stretched, torn, and straining so tight, that when the swollen ankle billowed out even bigger:

CRRRRN-PAP

It simply snapped, the boot decompressing, and the ankle bouncing, as the pressure released with a puffy pop. Of course, that was just one strap out of many, the discomfort was hardly eased by the snap of one redundant joint, yet the goddess found no room to complain.

crrrr-

POP

For another strap suddenly burst off.

PAP.

Then another.

POP. SNAP. PAFF, PAFF-POP, POP-POP-POP-POP

And then the dominoes began to cascade.

"Y-yes..." The still billowing raven growled and cooed in delight, as strap after strap after strap was rapidly snapping against her. "Yesss...rgh, yes, yes, YES!" The boots were pinching like vices now, enough to crush her feet into paste had they not been the talons of a goddess, thus the seamlines instead were starting to fail even more spectacularly, loudly bursting and splitting before the cabal of worshippers as the upper limits of the stretching enchantments were being rapidly exceeded, much to the cabal's enthrallment. "MMmMMmMMMmm-" The Lunar maiden moaned and shuddered, revelling in the violent snugness of her footwear. "O-o-oohhh how I MISSED this! I c-cahAAn't st-st-stooooOp, getting b-beautiful! MmmM-mm-, mm-morrrre..." She then snarled excitedly, gorging herself on every last drop of power, as her feet gorged themselves on every last throb of growth.
CRRRRRNNNN....
The boots were just insufferable now, their forms billowing out as they filled the view of her beloved worshippers, growing to such size that they threatened to block the light of the sky, as they just kept getting tighter, and tighter, and tighter.
"M-m-m-mooore....moooOOORRE."
But the goddess didn't care, she wanted them split open, so she absorbed more of her power, and willed herself:
"Th-thicker! Grander! Bigger! I demand to be colossal!"
And her body dutifully obeyed, rising so titanic that she now loomed taller than the buildings she used to be capable of fitting inside, as her swelling, hulking feet, swelled even-
"MORE, MORE, MORRRE!"
The feather-cloaked followers might as well have been sharing popcorn for how invested they were in such a show, for their gaze was locked squarely upon the rising, swelling boots, as the fronts of them strained and stretched to ridiculousness, tugged so forcefully by the toes inside, that it soon become obvious that the seams connecting them to the soles were starting to split. Thus, the goddess and her disciples watched on eagerly, as the Lunar Maiden's fat, meaty, girthy toes, swelled, and swelled, and swelled-

"hrrrrrrrRRRRRRGGH-"

crk-ck,

BRIIIIP!

Before loudly, violently, bursting free.

Seams popped in rapid succession, threads and stitches flung into the air, as leather splintered and peeling against the onslaught of grey flesh. The hulking, juicy, bulbous raven toes billowed and ballooned out of the bursting shoes in a splatter of leather scraps, wrenching the fronts of the goddess' boots into tatters as the backs strained in a similar fashion against welling globules of meat, globs that continued to swell, and push, and throb, until:
RIP
RIP
They too burst free, one after the other, an opposable toe equally as thick as the front three, jutting out from the backs of her feet.

The groans of relieved delight that yawned from the Lunar Maiden's maw were enough to rumble across the entire province, whilst her followers below intently watched as the hulking avian toes squirmed, and flexed, and wriggled in the cold breeze, each individually bigger than an entire human leg.
Gurgrgrgrllle
Then, with another groan, the feet began to swell even larger, the ragged boots stretching skin tight, deforming to perfectly match the shape of the talons stuck inside them, as the newly exposed toes inflated like balloons before the cabal's very eyes, swelling, broadening, and expanding until they were getting bigger and fatter than a human's full height, further 'ri-i-i-ii-ip'ing and peeling apart the boots that squished them snug.

"Oh yeeees...." The Harpy Queen moaned and cooed as she felt every, single, juicy throb
of growth pulse and ripple across her body, her ethereal, divine power, filling her to the brim. "This will do...."
She was adoring this excessive transformation, her raven visage had never looked so gorgeous.
Her torso and limbs were bulging and rippling with muscles, with her biceps alone seeming to be getting larger than fishing trawlers.
Her exposed skin was gleaming in the sunlight, glittering and glistening with the appropriate dazzlement of divinity as it roiled and bubbled out of her clothes.
Her once protective suit was in ragged tatters clinging tightly into her body, while her boots felt more like a pair of sandals that had shrunk several sizes too small for her, and were shrinking still.
And her whole body was now standing at such a gigantic size, that she could see the entirety of Mixholme laid out all around her, like it was a miniature playset of the real thing, diminutive and pathetic, against the grand goddess of the primal full moon.
"This will do very nicely~"

The tendons and musculature of her neck creaked and squelched with the movements of colossal proportions, as her head slowly tilted down to the sensation of gloved hands touching the skin of her toes. The Feather-cloaked followers had waddled closer to the enormous talons that filled their ritual site, and, in devoted adoration, had begun to caress and stroke the quivering, bubbling flesh, prostrating themselves before the feet of their beloved goddess. Something that the Lunar Maiden was quite fond of.
"Thank you~" The titanic raven cooed, as she lazily raised, spread, and wiggled the massive hulks of meat to let her devoted touch their undersides. "Oohhh thank you sooo much. You all have been such wonderful help getting me into this luxurious form. This transformation was simply delicious, and I'll be more than happy to repay such generosity in any way the lot of you desire."

Bwooooh....

The head tilted back up, and the raven goddess smirked at a sudden shift in the city. Fog horns blared out, alarms screeching to life as lights and automated defences were brought online, scores of militia pouring into the streets, as the province Mixholme roared at the monstrosity that had dared to enter its borders. The rest of the world didn't seem as keen on the idea of the goddess as her worshippers were, and seemed quite ready to beat her into submission at the audacity of her becoming physical flesh.

Adorable.

"But, as much as it pains me to delay a lovely session of worshipping at my ample feet, I kinda made them swell up that much for a.... specific purpose." The Harpy Queen chuckled in amusement, as one final flash of pain erupted in her shoulders. Flesh rippled, bubbled, and then bunched tight, as two great lumps began to swell inside her coat, pushing hard against the already ragged and ruined leather, pinching tighter, tighter, and tighter-
CRRIII-I-II-IIIIP!
Until two large, waxy, ethereal raven wings burst out from the tatters of the leather plague coat, similar in shape and anatomy to the ones of the mortal animal, but consisting of an elegant, inky mixture of flesh, shadow, feather, and the raw, unfiltered magic that swirled and churned within the goddess' hulking body. They weren't big enough to carry the immeasurable tonnage of her freshly grown size, but the Lunar Maiden wasn't intending to fly this afternoon, the wings were present purely for the dramatic flair, and as she tiled a foot onto its meaty toes and grinned back to look at herself, the Maiden was confident that they were doing the job well.

"So, if you'll excuse me, I have a grand return to present. I'll be back in juuust a minute..."

CLUN-BMPH

A few minutes ago, the buildings seemed insurmountably huge before her weaker, scrawny, powerless shell, yet now the goddess could step right over her former headquarters as if it was a shin-high wall, as the impact of her massive, semi-boot-clad foot, was immense enough to rumble throughout the entire city, shaking and shuddering its very foundations.

CLUNKBPH

CLOMP-PLICKPLICKPLICK

Mixholme was a rather big city, not as gigantic as the Imperial capital, but large enough to take days to get from one side to the other on foot. Yet, the Lunar Maiden had grown much, much bigger, and her strides were enough to cross acres of distance in but a few overstretched footfalls. Yet she didn't stride, she walked, intentionally slowing her pace so she could let the city fully admire her, her stomps filling the air with booming rumbles, whilst her gleaming beak beamed wide from the hundreds of thousands of eyes she could sense were staring up at her. Some glared with hate, others with terror. Most were stunned, some felt awe, and a few even found themselves grappling with a sudden, unwelcome lust, highly amusing the thing that sauntered across their city, swollen talons and straining leather filling up their grimy streets. The variations of reason mattered little, for the end result was the same: Mixholme in its entirety was locked directly onto the Queen of the Harpies, the world was giving her its full, unfiltered attention.
Just the way she liked it.

"Helloooo, people of Mixholme." Cried the goddess in a boastful song, splaying her arms out to accentuate her presence. "The full moon has reawakened its immeasurable power, and its goddess, me, has been aching to play with it. So, I'm going to do so~. Any objections?"

BOOM

What appeared to be the largest artillery cannon within the city's borders, had wasted little time in readying itself, and right as the goddess inquired about 'objections', it just so happened to be loading the bullet. The deafening gunshot that subsequently lurched through the air was even louder that the giant raven's footfalls, and within nanoseconds, the shell made impact against her exposed face, and exploded into a cloud of black power smoke. The citizens of the city jumped at the unexpected counterattack, and then waited for the body to collapse and fall, thinking that their defences were powerful enough to fell the beast. However, their stomachs dropped as the body made no such signs of failure, as it instead leaned forward slightly, and wafted the cloud away, revealing what was for them, a very haunting sight.
For the goddess' face was in perfect condition, not even bothered by the powdery smoke fluttering around her. In fact, the action did nothing to damage her mood either, the sly smirk was still present upon that razor sharp beak, if anything it grown even more smug. She felt nothing but amusement from the best Mixholme's defences had to offer.

"Very good." The Harpy queen giggled, before lurching forward again, sending the city into frenzy mode.
Cannon shells were hurled, bullets erupting, arrows flung, but none of it could pierce her hide, it had grown too thick, and too bouncy. Smoke started to billow around her feathered body as it lurched, swayed, and strode closer and closer, the several-ton footfalls booming like the guns that aimed towards her, as she slowly made her towards the area that housed that massive gun that started it all. And within seconds, she was there, looming high above the Trapper's Union Headquarters, the military centre of Mixholme's government. The castle was rather sizable despite the goddess' scale, its topmost turrets reaching up to her knees, formidable enough to prove itself too strong for the nonchalant swat she had initially planned.
As her eyebrow quirked in curiosity at the fortress before her, the Lunar Maiden suddenly felt the prodding of several dozen spikes being pressed into her toes, and her eyes swivelled down to see the city's defensive legions trying their mightiest to pierce her immensely thick skin and enchanted leather, the tips instead just squishing the meat harmlessly. It tickled a bit, but not enough to be 'good' tickling, just the irritating kind, irritating like the blasted fortress that now unleashed a torrent of projectiles against her hide. The prodding was doing nothing to be enjoyable or enhancing the goddess' mood, however it did instill...an idea.

She loved her feet, the sensations they experienced were often the centrepiece to her deepest of fetishes, and the feeling of this fortress crushed into rubble between her toes was a thought that quickly rejuvenated the Lunar Maiden's libido in a way to make her smile widen. Currently however, she wouldn't really get the best experience if she were to step on the castle now. Her boots may be open toe now, but aside from the toes being able to brush against the ground, and the stretched leather now proving to be more sock-like in malleability, she wasn't exactly as 'barefoot' as she would've liked to be at the start of this rampage.

Fortunately, that was the fun of being a goddess of transformation. She didn't exactly have a limit on how much she could mutate herself, so while she was at a size taller than even the largest structures of the city around her....

She could always get bigger.

Gurrrrrgle
blublbulb-blurrrblblb....

"Mmmmm..." The goddess moaned in building excitement, as the gurgles and bubbles of her insides signalled the approach of a delectable growth spurt. "Yessss....bigger would very nice..."

BUH BUMP.

The prodding of spears and hail off bullets suddenly stopped, as the gurgles of the goddess' transformative powers rang out across the city, her daunting form clutching at her midriff, as if she was in discomfort, further befuddling Mixholme's finest garrison.

BUH BUMP. BUH BUMP. BUH BUMP.

"Wha-....what's going on?" One of the higher ranking officers called out to his troops, as if they at all knew the answer. "Why did she stop, what's she doing, what on earth is that...noise?"

"Look!"

A sudden cry from one of the infantrymen yanked the entire platoon's attention to him, before it noticed his outstretched pointing finger. Following the indicated direction, the collective eyes of the small army widened in shock, as their gaze fell upon the titanic mass of flesh and leather that called itself a foot, and the unbelievable scene it was creating.

BUH BUMP, BUH BUMP, BUH BUMP.

It was quivering, toes twitching as if being drowned in buzzing tingles, the loud gurgles that came from the beast's abdomen now grumbling within the flesh of the foot, as if whatever sensation that had bloomed in the monster's stomach, was now spreading across her entire body. Yet it was worsening still, for the noises did not come from nowhere, the flesh was moving in tandem with the visceral racket.
GuuuurrrrRRRRGGLGLGRRRGGLLE.
The quivers were joined by wide ripples, squirming bubbles, and bulging throbs, as if the fat inside was a writhing mass of insects, and the skin a raging sea.
BUH-BUMP, BUH-BUMP, BUH-BUMP
Then, if that wasn't sufficient cause for concern, the deep, booming heartbeat that pulsed out with each, inflating, throb of the foot meat, practically shook the ground the army stood upon, as the hulking talon seemed to suddenly loom much, much bigger.

BUHBUMP, BUHBUMP, BUHBUMP, BUHBUMP

"Her feet!" A third, nameless soldier yelled as realization hit him. "What's happening to her feet?!"

"They're throbbing, silly~." The voice of the Lunar maiden quipped with a playful wink of her eye, as her body loudly started to gurgle, and ripple, and bubble. "I'm prepping myself for nice, biiiig streeetch~."
GURRRGLLLE.
"nnnngh!"

The townsfolk were confused and panicked, as the towering monstrosity above them was doubling over, groaning, grunting, and giggling as a pressure in the air was slowly reaching its climax. As, was, the Lunar Maiden.

BUHBUMP-BUHBUMP-BUHBUMP-BUHBUMP-BUHBUMP-

"Mo-ortals of Mixholme, y-y-your goddess demands your full attention!" The Maiden then cried, springing up from her hunched postion as she splayed herself out, groaning and shuddering as her booming pulse 'BUHBUMPBUHBUMPMBUHBUMP'ed. "My body....is about to transform once again, and I implore you, dare you, demand for you....t-to watch. Rrrrnnngh!"
BUHBUMPBUHBUMPBUHBUMPBUHBUMP
"Yeeeesss..I insist! Look at me! I am about to become even more beatiful, and you owe it to me, and yourself, to look! Look at my hands, as they expand to grasp the sky! And....m-my feet...my feet!"
BUHBUMPBUHBUMPBUHBUMPBUHBUMP
"Oh-ho-hoh-ho yyyyeess! Watch...the changes...of my sexy tootises~! Gaze upon their transformation! Watch my feet as I will them to swell, watch the splits in my boots as they burst against me, watch, watch me with all of your devotion, as, I, grrrrooooow!"

BUHBUMPBUHBUMPBUHBUMPBUHBUMP-

BUH BUMP

GURRRRRRRRRGLE!

With a euphoric, ecstatic, and incredibly horny roar, the Lunar Maiden, Queen of the Harpies, beast of shadow, and goddess of the primal night, once again began to swell.

BLORB-BLUBLUBLBLUURBLUB!
Her palms bulged, fingers twitching and shuddering until the violently inflated to bring the hands back into proportion.
RIII-I-I-II-IIIIP!
Her limbs stretched and broadened, musculature bunching and inflating as her containment was further stretched and ripped apart across her.
CRRR-IIII-IIII-III-CK-FWOOSH!
The wings flared, erupting with writhing shadows as bones crackled and stretched, for the dramatic flair.
CRNNN-PAP-PAP-PAPAPAPAP
Her chest and torso bulged out and swelled, pressing deep and tight into her coat until
dozens of buttons and seams popped and split.
BUH-BUMP, BUH-BUMP-BLURRRBULBUBLBURRB
And of course, her favourite parts, received the most luxurious of mutations.

STRRRE-E-E-EEEE-EE-EEEETCH

For the armies and civilians of the slimy Mixholme streets watched in utter speechlessness, as the immense, boot-clad, absolutely monstrous feet of the giggling goddess, began to swell to even mightier sizes, the boots loudly stretching and straining and groaning as fat, meaty foot flesh bulged and swelled and billowed, the gargantuan toes ballooning out as the seams and stitching of the footwear, tugged and deformed to their absolute limit:
BURT
PAP, PAP
RIP
POP
PAFF, PAFF, PAFF-PAFF-PAAFF.
Began to burst open, tears and cracks the size of rivers erupting across their surface with thunderous rips and pops, as the glistening grey flesh bilged out like a viscous muck. Split, split, split-split-split, pop. Snap. Pop. Everything that covered her feet, was bursting open.

"Haaaa, ha-ha-ha-haaaa!" The goddess was blushing now, drowning in ecstasy, as she felt herself getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger, her expensive boots bursting and bursting into tatters against her big, fat, squishy feet, as they just kept swelling bigger, and fatter, and squishier, her boots splintering and peeling across their soft, plush forms, as they swelled, and swelled, and swelled. "Y-yeeeeAAASsss, yes, grow, grrrrrow! Gaze upon my feet, mortals of Mixholme! Watch my boots burst and burst and BURST off me!"
RIIIP, RIIIIP, RI-I-IIIP!
"Watch as I grow, watch me as I grow and GRRRAAOW!"
POP
PAP
PAP-PAFF-POP
"Gaze upon my feet....my BARE FEET!"
GURGLE-GGUUURRGLE-GRUUURRRGLE
"HRRRRRAAAAGH-"

CRRRRK-
BMMPH!

"AGH!"

The soldiers had fallen back far, sprinting away from the talon they fought as it swelled and swelled like a demented balloon, filling the grimy street entirely with its rapidly expanding girth, until with a deafening, thunderous, ripping 'pop', the ragged boot violently burst, splattering leather and cloth all over the city as its now naked occupant, the hulking, swollen, talon-like, bare foot of a transforming goddess, swelled and ballooned out into the fresh afternoon air, the toes reflexively spreading wide as the foot shuddered and quivered in barely comprehensible relief.

"Haagh....nngh, NGGAHHAGH-"

CRRRR-
BMMPH!

"AAACK!"

And the goddess had just about a handful of seconds, before her other foot finished up its own spurt of growth, the pain of tightness flashing through her leg until with a second, equally loud 'pop', her remaining item of footwear ruptured and burst off, the scraps gushing into the air and the roads as the hulking mass of fat and meat spilled out onto several cobblestone paths, the windows of nearby houses blocked and smacked by the foot's increasing thickness.

"NNGGAAAAAAH, HAAAAAAAGGH!"

The snugness of contorted, constricting leather, had disappeared in two simple pops, replaced by ice cold cobblestone pressing against the bloating flesh, and the sheer relief of such a sensation was as cathartic and satisfying, as it was insanely attractive. So as the goddess' gorgeous body stretched and swelled just a few stories higher, how could she not just roar out in triumphant euphoria?

"HRRRAAAAH-HAAAAAA!" The Lunar Maiden cried as her excessive growth spurt slowed to a smooth stop. "AAaaaaah....ooooh yyyes!"
With a satisfied snarl and a prideful grin on her beak, the Queen of the Harpies flexed and stretched her transformed body to ease the soreness of so much growth, before she slowly, seductively, raised her right leg up and up, titling the foot down as she happily watched dirt and bits of her boots crumbling and falling off the sole, before-with a playful toe wiggle- she lowered the foot back down and planted it onto the tiny streets beneath it.
BMMMPH.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" The goddess cooed, as she repeated the action with her left leg, seductively and firmly planting her talons onto the ground in heavy, gargantuan stomps.
BMMPH.
The noise these immense footfalls made only further warmed the Maiden's cheeks. For there was no longer an artificial material noise to accompany them, no clunk of boot sole, or creak of leather, the impacts was soft and fleshy, the squishy thumps of completely bare feet. Bare feet that had grown so gigantic, that they now dwarfed the castle that once reached her knees.
"I've had them pampered and infused with so much mutation my spare time~." The giggling raven continued. "And goodness me, it seems my practice has paid off, they've gotten so stupidly fat this time, hoo!"

The armies residing inside the castle's walls were quick to see the shift in situation, and were already sprinting towards the exits and pouring out into the streets like ants from an anthill, as one of the massive talons was slowly raised up again.

"Here, since you're so eager to be in my presence, why not have a closer look at them?" The Lunar Maiden then cooed as she felt her foot tremble and ripple, a mischievous grin spread across her beak. "I. Insist."

And then, with surgical precision, the foot was swung back down.

CRRUNKCRKLE-CRSSSSH-CRACKCRUCK-CRRRMMMPPPH
Densely packed stone and mortar, iron rebar reinforcements, and decorative wooden boardings, they were all built to withstand the full wrath of war and weather alike. Yet the goddess towered over every single siege engine to ever exist, and her strength far outclassed even the most devastating storms nature had to offer, meaning that every facet of this extremely well-made construction, was simply not good enough to brace the humongous stomp. Thus, the stone, the iron, and the wood, it crumbled, the Mixholme castle collapsed and crumpled like dusty tinfoil, as the shattering debris was squashed and smooshed under the Maiden's immensely thick and squishy soles, smooth and silky grey skin gleaming in the sunlight.

"Mmm-hm-hm-hmmm-hhhmmMAAAA!" It felt amazing, the way the fortress snapped and crushed and pressed into the soft pillowy flesh of her foot. The sheer strength and thousand ton weight pressed into its plush form, made the destruction of the pitiful castle feel like she was crushing a sand replica. It was nothing short of the greatest pleasures a goddess' immeasurable power could achieve. "Aaaaw-haw-haaaw! Physical flesh...ooooh how I've missed you! "

Squeeing in delight at the rush of power, the great Lunar Maiden turned her attention to the rest of the city, and allowed herself to let out a sinister giggle.

BMMMPH, BMPH, THRUMP, POFFMMMPH, BMMPH.

From there, chaos reigned. The entire province shook against the ensuing onslaught of glistening, titanic footfalls, the roads empty one moment, then blocked the next, as the sheer size of the Maiden's gigantic bare feet filled the winding streets with fat, squishy flesh, the hulking toes proudly splayed onto the floor as her claws gouged into the cobblestone, before the talons squirmed, wriggled, and clenched, churning up the rocks and dirt and concreate with each, playful step.
And as the feet below felt the earthy ground deforming and squashing like malleable clay in her prehensile grip, the wings upon the goddess' back crackled and stretched as she slowly and theatrically splayed them out, letting the inky shadows stain and drip across the sky to further swell her silhouette, warranting whatever remained of the defensive garrison to lose their will to fight and attempt a cowardly flee, only for a wall of grey, marshmallow-soft flesh, to slam down into their path. The Lunar Maiden's toes lazily tapped, as she tutted disapprovingly at their decision to look away, only to smile and giggle as they chose surrender and submission instead, some even going as far as to take off valuable items of jewellery before tossing them at the gleaming arches like haphazard offerings, gems and chains bouncing neatly against her heels before pooling at her sole.
That earned them another delighted giggle, as the Lunar Maiden's not-quite-as-massive-but-still-really-huge hand reached down to scoop them up, before slowly raising the pile to eye level. She quite liked wearing jewellery actually, and while they might not be the exact right material to use on her body, these little trinkets would look quite cute on her. So with a smile, the hand suddenly clenched into a fist, veins across its skin glowing with wild magic yellow as she focused her transmutative power into the scraps of fanciness. When the garrison next saw their hastily made offerings, the necklaces, bands, cufflinks, and chains, had all merged together into a sleek and very attractive bracelet, that their new goddess happily clasped around the very same left ankle that had halted their path.

"You're all too kind~." The Queen of the Harpies then cooed cheekily, before the foot was lifted away from the army's path, and planted down further along the streets, letting the soldiers exhale in relief at appeasing the beast as she continued along her merry way.

The afternoon sunlight worked well to illuminate the city, but the yellow glow of the goddess' eyes seemed to grow so powerful that it was outshining even the celestial body itself, as her gaze swept across the city. Most of the reactive defences have given up any hostility, yet fear still commanded the people of Mixholme to run, not submit, the realization making the goddess' smile fade with a snort. It was understandable if she had to be honest, primal instincts dictated that threats were either to be terminated, or avoided, there was little room in the throws of panic to allow for reverence and worship. But it would simply not do, the Lunar Maiden and her disciples didn't go through all of the trouble to grant her physical form just to have the world reject her still, she wasn't keen on that idea at all. Maybe....maybe they need to really understand what she was?

Buh-bump, buh-bump, buh-bump buh-bump-buhbump-buhbump-buhbump

The smile returned, as the Harpy Queen felt her body start to ripple and bubble once again.
Another growth spurt couldn't hurt.


"You forget yourselves, people of Mixholme!" The Lunar Maiden bellowed, as the loud gurgling of her transformation-based magic flared up once again. "Do you really think it best to rudely run from your great deity simply wanting to play? You can repair your cities easily, I can even help, but only if you cease your senseless fear, and allow yourselves to be witness to what I truly am!"
Gurrrrgle,
GURRRRRGLEBLUBLBULUBLURRRGLE

"For I, am the Goddess of Nature, Queen of the Harpies, Maiden of the Full Moon, Matriarch of the Transformative Art, and the Bringer of Perfect life! I demand not your destruction, but your enlightenment, and your devotion, yet I will not tolerate any further rejection of my presence. So if you still refuse to bow before me, mortals of Engrievion, then prepare for the full extent of my disappointed wrath! I implore you humans of Golus, kneel before me in utter devotion, for, I, EXCEEEEED YOOOU! HAAAAAGH-"
GURRRRGGGLRGGRLE!
The streets flew into panic once again, as the raven goddess' talons rippled and bubbled before they swelled even larger, toe after toe bulging and bloating to double their previous size as the makeshift anklet jingled and twitched, before tightening and digging into her expanding ankle, pressing and squishing deeper and deeper and deeper until with a loud:
PAP
It snapped off, spraying bits of gold and gems all over the ground.
RIIIP, RIIIP, RIIIIII-III-IIIP
The suit that once tried to contain and mitigate The Lunar Maiden's limitless power could only stretch and tear and burst against her body even further, as she swelled to even more gargantuan heights.
"Aaaah, aah-hah-hah-hah!"

BMMMPH

Stomp, the goddess moved again, raising a squishy talon up high before stamping a wealthy mansion into rubble.
BMMP, BMMMP. GRRRRUGLE, BMMMPH
"Heeee, hehehahaHAaaAAA!"
Fat, squishy, and gigantic bare feet twirled and stomped their hulking forms across the tiny streets as the world below the mutating goddess continued to shrink against her, her strength increasing and increasing as she stomped and crushed and smashed and roared-

"Yeeees! AAAAW YES-YES-YEEEES! Perfection, I am perfection, ooooh you're so monstrously luck to have me! RRRRAAAAGH!"

GGGURRGGGLE
Her monstrously fat talons swelled again, inflating and puffing and swelling-
CRUCK
A second pair of wings burst out from her back, the mass of shadows turning the day into beautiful, star-filled night-
CRRRUNNSH
Her foot kicked against a mountain and snapped it in half, rock and snow crumbling into dust against her squishy bare flesh and skin-
"NYAHAHAHAAA"
Her hands scooped into the earth, gouging and transmuting the chunks of soil, until they warped into fine gems and sparkles that she then flung high into the air-
"OOooh YYYESS! YES! FEAR ME, LOVE ME, ADORE ME! RAAAWR!"
Her talons got fatter-
Her muscles bulged-
Her clothes burst into sexy robes-
Her face sprouted a third eye that let her cast every kind of magic-
She was growing and growing and growing and-
She was a absolutely gorgeous, almighty, ultra powerful goddess-
"NYA-HAA, AAAHAHAHAAHAHAHA, NYAAAAAAAAHAAAHAHAAAAA-"

Clunk-creeak.

"Ey b0ss?"

"SQWAUCK!" Dr. Minerva Talos shrieked in alarm as she practically jumped in place, her raven head whipping around to the voice behind her. "WHAT?! WH-WHat? What?! What?! What. What do you want?!"

The uninfected, purely human Emerald Scarf known bluntly as 'Eyepatch', was standing in the doorframe of the good doctor's tower, having sauntered up to the place and opening the unlocked door after assuming he had any business to do so. The eyebrow above his remaining eye quirked up at the outburst his client quite literally squawked, but he got to business quickly.

"Hermes is askin' about what herbs are good for knocking people out, says he wants to, ahem, 'try some ways to get into buildings less messily than usual'. Sent me to ask if you know any good ones to grab. You uh....you know any good ones to grab?"

"U-uh-uh..." Panic flashed through the plague doctor's heart as she felt her raven confidence shattered at the awkwardness of her situation, but the concrete question gave her more academic side something to latch onto, with the hope that it could be answered quick enough to get her goon to leave without him noticing anything off. "Oh, um, w-well there's a few around the local area that are good for that, actually. Clove, Thymol, or Jasmine would do the trick but I'll need to make the concoction myself. A-alternatively you could go a bit into the Grandstalk and find this purple tulip-like flower if you want something more magical, but I-I wouldn't recommend it, the sleeping effects are far too strong for most humans, you'd induce comatose states and I'm pretty sure that'll just raise more questions. I can talk to Mr Hermes later tonight though, so just tell him that and I can chat with him after I'm...d-d...done." She probably could've worded that better, because now she had put herself back into her socially cornered state by complete accident.

"Done?" Responded a confused Eyepatch. "Done with w-wha...."

That's when the outlaw's single eye finally registered what was going on in the tower. His client was standing alone in her main living space, swollen up into her beast form, with her fancy schmancy plague suit ripped, ragged, and stretched tight against her body. She seemed to almost be a little bigger than the last time he saw her like that, but her size did shift around a good chunk from encounter to encounter, and she wasn't normally bothered by showing her feathers off to the scarves, so long as they didn't look at her when she started changing back. However, her bashful, panicked posing, wide eyes, bright red cheeks, and the overall sense of someone being very, very flustered, made it seem like Eyepatch had walked in her midway through a shower.
No, wait.... she much more sheepish then a shower scare, and her raven form sometimes showed up completely naked, so it wasn't that. No this was...deep secret stuff, like he had discovered a guilty pleasure that the doc was very keen on no-one knowing about. Only that bodyguard and Hermes ever mentioned seeing her like that, and even then they didn't seem to be talking about what Eyepatch was seeing right now, so what the hell was going on?

And then, as Eyepatch glanced around the room, he had to do a double take as he looked downwards, and got his answer.
For laid across across the entire floor was something Eyepatch wasn't expecting to see.

Buildings.
Model Buildings.
A smorgasbord of tiny, miniature buildings, and castles, and even war machines, made from wood and metal and coated in a serpent oil varnish to grant them regenerative enchantments, they were all strewn about on the ground, arranged in the rough map of the Mixholme city. Some were knocked over, some fine, and some even seemed crushed into pieces that were slowly melding back together, but every single one was clearly recognizable as some approximation of tiny civilisation.

And further upon that, Eyepatch knew what these were. They were an Imperial invention, tiny replicas of known architecture and military instillations that were used in simulated wargames, to carefully plan and train strategies, studying potential collateral damages, or endlessly retrying and tweaking a hypothetical battle, without any of the risks or costs of actual combat. They had caught on as an entertaining novelty during downtime within and after the rebellion war, so the Mixholme corpos struck up a deal with the Imperials to reproduce the models, as hobby products to sell to the public. That's how the Emerald Scarves got their hands on some, Hermes saw the usefulness in planning his own schemes, so he had purchased two full replicas of Mixholme to use as reference material, with one set going to his command tent back at camp, and the other to the client, because she wanted to join in on the tactician stuff.

So Eyepatch wasn't shocked to see the miniatures present here, he figured that the doctor wanted to have them set up at least somewhere in her tower. But what had him befuddled, and even a little bit judgmental, was the fact that the were on the floor and littered around the hulking raven's feet. In fact, now that he looked more intently, he realized that some of the buildings were sticking to said hulking feet, the bits crushed and smooshed against their deceptively plush forms, as if she'd been...stepping on her models.

Eyepatch's single, bemused eye, blinked as it processed what it was witnessing, before slowly swivelling back up to the red-flushed face of what he had previously assumed, was a highly intelligent science woman of adult age.

"....wh-.....what are you doing?"

"I-" The good doctor's cheeks flared a bright scarlet red, as her horrendously flustered and embarrassed brain struggled to think, eyes darting rapidly between her subordinate and her makeshift playset. "I-I-I....I....a-am....practicing my.....strategical mind. Tr-tracing out a map of Mixholme, planning p-patrol routes, y-y-y'know, nn-normal, person-ack-leader, stuff. Leader stuff."

".....rrrrriiiight....."

The blushed reddened.
...

And reddened.
...

And grew, immensely warm.

"G-.....g-go away!" The raven shrieked, having realized that Eyepatch was still in the doorframe, staring at her. "Don't you have things to do, 'Mr Scarf Captain'? Shoo, go, I'm busy!"

"Ey-ey-ey okay, okay, fuuuck...." Eyepatch spluttered with a raise of his hands, before his client's now frustrated flailing of her arms indicated that he was supposed to leave. So, as much as the guy wanted to know just what the fuck he walked into, he begrudgingly began to leave, backing out from the tower and moving to travel back down the path he came....

"....OI!" The shrill shout stopped him right as he cleared the welcome mat, as the raven's more assertive mannerisms shifted back into control. "Close, the door, on your way out please. Oh, and KNOCK next time, eh?"

"Fuck, okay lady, get off mah dick!" Eyepatch snapped back, angrily moving back to grab the door handle "You're the freakshow making this weird, not me!"

"OUT."

SLAM.

And with that, the door was yanked shut, and Dr. Minerva Talos was left alone again, her face burning hot from the rage and embarrassment.

"Ugh." She snorted, folding her arms and hugging herself as she tried to regain composure. "Could've sworn Greywind was prestigious enough to teach common courtesy, he must've a late member. Pfft." A sigh then whooshed out from her maw, as she breathed out the frustration and slowly calmed herself down, before tilting her gaze back to the miniature city at her feet. "Right.....where was I, smashing the town hall? Ah, no, the cathedral, I was gonna say fun things about 'Worshipping me instead of the Golem' or something. Am I even still in the mood though? Hmm..." A pause, as she weighed the sting of the rude entrance with the joy of her little session....before her giddy smiled returned to her beak. "...yeeeah, I am indeed."

With that, she raised up her foot again and excitedly imagined it bubbling and gurgling loudly enough to be heard across the nation itself, the alluring fantasy making her smile widen further.

"Right then, from the top."

BMMPH.

---

Yay, another stupidly long story done.

I had absolutely no idea what to do with this particular art piece for a long time, but now that I'm trying to sift out my backlog of stuff, submitting this had to be a priority. It's an excellent piece, so I wanted to give it something incredibly special, but I just couldn't think of anything until around midway into May, where I had the idea of presenting it like Minerva having a fantasy of being a big sexy goddess lady, since the unique rendering of her wings made her seem different than usual, and posing made it come off as her being prideful and boastful about herself.

I tried to give it a big long set up and tell it from an outsider's perspective, but realized that was stupid so I then came up with writing about the fantasy itself, and having the twist reveal at the end. Ideally I wanted to write this around the 26th of May, but that didn't happen so I'm uploading it now. So if you were wondering why my page has slowed somewhat, it's because 1: I'm trying to slow down commissions because I've been very irresponsible with my own funds. And 2: Fucking this.

So, happy pride month I guess. I'll probably come with a better special piece for the occasion later, but for now I think this should do.

Also, I may have went quite a bit too hard on the foot details here. It's Minerva's own fantasy though, so I guess I finally have a way of translating just hot and bothered shoebursting makes her.

I'm a good writer shut up.


Artwork by:  Dront