"Naw, naw, brah, I mean HUGE," said Synthia, holding her hands apart at arms length. "This shit is gonna be fuckin' BIBLICAL."

Next to her, her ever-reliable lead technician, Number One, frowned and shook his head, but scribbled her request on his clipboard, which he always had at hand to document her various ideas for later use.

"Ze logistical problems are astronomical!" he protested, flailing his arms in frustration. "To say nahzing of the damage!" Synthia snickered, waving her hand at him dismissively.

"C'mon dude. We fuckin' OWN the city. Who's gonna complain?"

"I'm zure the citizens will certainly complain about zeir city being washed away in a great deluge of semen erupting from a giant penis laying in the middle of it!" he retorted, aggressively jabbing his pen at the end of the sentences he had written to place a period there. 

But Synthia was horny, that meant growth was involved. It just so happened that on this occasion, she was VERY horny, so that of course mean a LOT of growth would be involved. She had gone overboard this time; narcissist that she was, it was commonplace for her to constantly feel the need to one-up herself. She rolled her eyes at Number One's concerns.

"I don't give a shit dude. City's not gonna do nothin; if anything, they're gonna wish I'd charged admission to watch!"

Number One gave a resigned shrug.

"If you vish. I vill send for ze trucks."

***

The starting line was situated in the middle of the Los Agujeros red light district, where a single pink, velour-upholstered recliner sat below a wide banner with the words "HERE COMES THE BIG ONE". In the recliner sat Synthia, arms crossed under her bust with a look of impatience on her face. The chair was elevated somewhat, to allow her ample balls to expand down, then backwards in the opposite direction from her cock, once the growth began.

"Are you guys ready yet?" she asked, looking at her phone constantly to check the time.

Technicians from the ScummCo X-Labs hustled about left and right, hooking up various hoses and tubes to pumps, which led back to a long line of trucks all towing large containers prominently bearing the ScummCo logo. The tubes all led to one master pump, which sat on a pallet right behind Syn herself, with that device hooked directly up to her magnificent cock and balls with a half-dozen of the hoses in each, three to each testicle.

"Very zoon, Ms. Vice," said Number One, who was now wearing a long yellow raincoat over his lab clothes. "Be patient! Zis is a very complex process, one wrong move and -"

Synthia waved her hand dismissively.

"I don't fuckin' pay you guys to talk, just do!"

With a sigh, Number One barked the last commands into his headset, and the pumps roared to life one after another. The cameras began to roll for the live webstream as Synthia took a deep breath, a look of pure ecstasy rolling over her face as the growth began to take hold. Her cock was already about four feet long and three-quarters of a foot thick, but as onlookers watched, the dimensions began to change radically.

It started around the middle, the flesh beginning to swell and distend, a sort of growth like an innertube forming around the center of her shaft. The barbs began to swell also, becoming larger and more menacing by the second, keeping pace with her balls, which grew at a vastly accelerated rate. They already touched the ground, beginning to push backwards. The counter on the ScummCo "GrowthCam" showed five feet in length, one foot in width, barbs three-quarters of a foot long, balls each one foot in diameter. The pumping began to pick up.

"Hnnnngh...yeah, give it to me, dudes, more...MORE!" Synthia roared. Her nails dug into the velour surface of the recliner's armrests.

The growth continued relentlessly. The onlookers gawked. The GrowthCam recorded an astonishing increase of all assets at roughly an inch every five seconds. Synthia was pleased by the progress, but still she demanded more, and the pumps delivered it. The chair in which she was sitting began to groan from the weight of her cock resting on the edge of it, and the front legs began to sag noticeably. Synthia's cock continued to expand, the veins throbbing like tremendous, fleshy firehoses snaking all over the entire surface. The growth serum now only increased the mass of the flesh, but also helped spur on Synthia's nanites to begin production of additional synthetic blood to keep the entire thing erect.

The GrowthCam measured ten feet long, two and a quarter feet wide, barbs two feet long and nearly a foot thick at the base of the largest ones, and balls four feet wide.

Once the first group of trucks had begun to run dry, the next ones in line rolled up and their loads were connected to the master pump. The lineup stretched for several blocks, with another group on standby at the ScummCo fleet yard waiting for the order to roll up in the event Synthia decided the initial group wasn't enough; this was virtually inevitable. She was a size queen, who gnashed her teeth and flew into a bloodthirsty rage at the every suggestion someone had attained a size larger than her. Instead of a rage, though, Synthia was being trampled underfoot mentally by a stampede of mini-orgasms as the growth kept on, with a quickening pace once a rhythm was established. She tried her best to keep her composure, but it was becoming harder by the second, her braincells grasping for the remnants of her sanity like a drowning man for the air just inches above him. It was the point of no return; there was no chance of turning back now.

Measurements now were twenty-seven feet long, four feet wide, barbs surpassing four and a quarter feet in length, and balls that had just passed ten feet in diameter, enough that the technical team attending to Synthia began to move the equipment back. Once again, they had underestimated the size she had insisted they get her to.

Synthia's eyes had rolled up into her head, tongue hanging out of her mouth and making her look more like a panting dog than a hybrid cat herm as the people processing the payments for her pay-per-view feed go insane watching the incoming revenues surpass several million dollars in just minutes. At their work, at school, on the bus, in seedy bar bathrooms, people everywhere were watching. Even people who despised her and her pompous, selfish attitude couldn't help but marvel at her perversity and complete lack of regard for the opinions of others, let alone the fact ScummCo had such a stranglehold on the city that she could pull off such a stunt without any repercussions. That was to say nothing of the fact the city would, for the most part, not even particularly care about the impending destruction that would follow such a massive size because they adored her so much. There wasn't another celebrity in the world who could lay claim to as dedicated a following.

Once her size reached fourty feet long, eight and a half feet wide (and slightly less that in height due to gravity), barbs a frightening six feet in length at their largest, and balls that measured a whopping twenty-six feet wide EACH, everyone in the vicinity began to back up, because they knew it would just keep going. The hoses had to be extended in order to keep the technicians out of harm's way, and those within just a few feet of her titanic cock indicated their heat given off by it raised the temperature for several degrees up to five feet away. In many cases, her growth was keeping pace with the workers frantically laying down the hoses to escape being flattened.

In the fifteen minutes that had elapsed since she was first hooked up, Synthia's growth was already quadrupling; the GrowthCam suffered a temporary glitch when it was unable to keep up with her going from fourty feet long to a hundred in approximately one minute and ten seconds. The width had surpassed thirty-eight feet, barbs at fifteen, balls each a jaw-dropping fifty-three feet wide. Revenues continued in at such a rate that the website began to suffer from slowdowns. Back at ScummCo headquarters, Synthia's boss, Charlotte Blather, was busy masturbating to Synthia's live footage on one monitor, and then chuckling gleefully at another that displayed her incoming profits. This event was already on track to top the "Fuck-A-Thon" charity fundraiser for the city's population who couldn't afford porn. Of course they'd profited greatly from it in the end, since it was ScummCo's porn they were buying with the charity money, in a perverse economic loop.

Synthia's growth was still intensifying at an alarming rate; well, alarming to everyone but Synthia. She was lost in a deluge of orgasms, mumbling incoherent gibberish as she surpassed two-hundred and twenty-five feet in length. Her width, at over seventy feet, had already pushed all the surrounding vehicles onto the sidewalk, and into the storefronts of the adjacent buildings, and now began to collapse those, too. It was impossible to see over her cock and tell where the growth was going, since it now stood over fifteen feet tall. Her balls, at eighty feet wide each, had destroyed the first and second floors of the two office buildings on either side of them, and pushed up into the third. People began to panic, running about aimlessly as the air filled with a combination of streams, cheers, Synthia's moans echoing over loudspeakers, and the sound of groaning structures. Her member and balls were so massive the sound of their swelling was audible from over a block away, a pronounced sloshing and stretching, like someone filling a water bed to bursting. The team behind Synthia had chosen this street in particular since it was the longest, but they hadn't taken into account the problem of width as well. Synthia's cock took care of this, though, as it began to dwarf the single and double-storey buildings to either side, and push them off their foundations. Anyone from an insurance agency watched their bonuses and retirement pensions go up in smoke as the onslaught of Syn's member continued on, the barbs skewering through walls and windows as if they were both made of tissue paper.

Synthia's growth at this point made the GrowthCam useless, because it couldn't pan far enough to keep up with the length, and the width eventually crushed it when the building it was set up in toppled over. After that, it was guesswork based on feet per minute that measured her dimensions; the ScummCo lab guys estimated at this point that she was over four hundred and fifty feet long, nearly two hundred wide, barbs eighty feet long and thirty thick, and balls each a hundred and fifty feet wide. Any surface they connected with simply splintered into nothingness, the flesh supple and yet at the same time utterly impenetrable. Even the sharpest piece of glass, even the most twisted, piercing piece of metal, all were effortlessly pushed aside, most likely due to the overabundance of nanites in her body hardening her flesh against such things at the point of contact. Planes flying nearby could now see the progress she was making, as she dwarfed the one and two storey buildings, and began to make progress on the taller ones. Back at ScummCo headquarters, Charlotte has masturbated herself into a frenzy and simply passed out with a gleeful expression on her face at the counter totalling the profits being raked in for the pay-per-view event. A lot of the funds would go towards bolstering the company's streaming servers, which although they had just been upgraded a few months before, were already on the verge of crashing from the intense uptake in web traffic.

The pink feline herself was barely conscious, experiencing the closest thing to an out-of-body experience from the overwhelming sensory onslaught. She felt everything, and the intensity caused by having such a sensitive organ with such an enormous surface area was more than any normal human being could withstand. Syn herself was steeled against such things; nanite sensory inhibitors kept her brain from simply shutting down from too much stimulation by limiting the input it could receive. She'd seen many people try to best her, but they lacked the safeguards and experience she had, and when they reached anywhere from thirty to fourty feet in length, their brains simply burned out, rendering them comatose hyper vegetables. It had taken some trial and error to reach this point, and she had been near death on more than one occasion, but now Synthia was the quintessential hyper being, the pinnacle of perverted deviant science.

Estimates of her dimensions varied, but the general consensus was now that she was roughly six hundred feet long, four hundred and twenty-five feet wide, four hundred tall, and barbs that measured a whopping two hundred feet long at their largest, and balls that had steadily demolished two entire blocks, each threatening to surpass three hundred feet wide after a sudden and incredible growth burst. Evacuations began rapidly, people running about frantically to escape the phallic bulldozer that steadily crawled through the cityscape with reckless abandon. It wasn't just a pay-per-view event anymore, now the local and some national news outlets had taken notice, and reporters as well as helicopters buzzed around the scene. Most were horrified, though even the most hardened critic was resolved to believe that this was simply par for the course for Ms. Vice. 'Outdoing herself again,' they thought.

Precum had finally begun to leak out of her cock, which just under eight hundred feet long had begun to slow in growth, but continued to creep. Precum began to overflow from the storm drains in the street, which began to sag from the sheer weight of Syn's mass, collapsing pipes and sewers underneath and interrupting utilities to half the city. Her balls, however, hadn't gotten the message, and their own growth continued unabated, twin, pink, spherical battering rams sliding aggressively across the already tormented landscape. Charlotte's personal phone began to ring incessantly, the governor of the state trying frantically to reach her and find out exactly what was going on.

"Turn on the telly, you ignorant twat," she spat in fine British fashion, and slammed down the receiver, sticky with pussy juice as she reached back down between her supple legs to finish herself off.

On account of Synthia's balls still growing beyond the mass of the related organs, even though her shaft had more or less stopped its encroachment on the terrain, her ever-burbling river of semen became a monsoon. The sides of the street and every back alley became a veritable wrecking yard of ruined vehicles in various states of destruction, warm cocksnot dripping from every square inch of their surface and interior. Extreme sports types, with assorted tools of their trade - bodyboards, surfboards, even inner tubes - tried unsuccessfully to ride the waves created by Syn's cum, but it proved far too viscous and unpredictable for anyone to cruise on or through it unscathed. They too joined the various debris and other hapless inhabitants of the city as they were swept abruptly into the harbour. This was the final destination for the majority of what was swept up by her milky white blast wave, and not long afterwards, scientists and environmentalists reported a bizarre, inexplicable surge in unprecedented hyper pregnancy in all the sea life for several square miles. That was, of course, on top of every single female (and in unusual turn, a few males as well), regardless of age, that was caught up in the sperm tidal wave also becoming hyper pregnant as well; not a single pregnancy resulting from it recorded anything less than quadruplets. It topped out at one particularly unfortunate woman ending up pregnant with an inhuman twelve babies, rendering her confined to a wheelbarrow in order to get around for the duration of her pregnancy. In every case, all the resulting children were hermaphrodites, and many of them bore a very suspicious resemblance to a certain pink feline.

It wasn't until Synthia's balls had bowled over several dozen city blocks that her attending staff though that maybe, just MAYBE, they might have a situation on their hands. At this point, it was impossible to see if Synthia had ever even been attached to the mountainous orbs on one side and the mammoth phallus on the other. She was still there, of course, riding gleefully a continuous loop of orgasms. Absentmindedly, in some remote portion of her brain that still functioned on a relatively normal level, she thought she ought to have had her breasts, ass, and pussy expanded as well, but her current dimensions were already pushing it. After the debacle, the portion of town she had occupied was rendered useless for development since she had created an enormous sinkhole from her incredible mass. It was later filled in with water, called "Lake Vice", and expensive condos had been stacked up around it, all painted garish pink and with prices for each suite in seven figures. For now, it was still occupied by just one garish pink structure, and seven figures was roughly the amount her semen output was measured in. This was around the time that the ScummCo streaming website finally crashed from the overload of web traffic and deprived the viewing public of the last scenes, and Charlotte threw her head back and moaned as her pussy squirted clear across the desk and all over both computer monitors. Her final orgasm coincided with Synthia's last hurrah, which blasted what little rubble that remained from her previous torrents of jizz into the bay along with much of her staff. 

Quickly regaining her senses, Syn looked about gleefully, pinned somewhat enviably between two skyward-venturing orbs to the rear and her titanic dong stretching off into the horizon. She patted it contentedly, and let out a sigh. As the helicopters flew overhead trying to take in the entire scene, she reached up to bring her trademark heart-shaped sunglasses back down on her nose.

"Man, that was good...for a start, anyways."