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# (N.P.) Probably the only macro Angela Cross story to exist

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1. The night was quiet; stars twinkled in the sky, their brilliance lighting up the sapphire sky. Streaks of light burned through the night before fizzling out and disappearing into the inky darkness. The moon sat upon its perch, high up in the sky, lording its presence over the quiet landscape. Fastoon wasn’t renowned for its nights and there were certainly many other planets with much more exciting nights. But there was something fascinating about the stars that hung over Fastoon, especially to the young Angela Cross. She lay sprawled out upon the grassland behind her home, staring up into the inky darkness. Her mind began to wander as she watched the stars twinkle in the heavens. She thought of how her race, the Lombaxes, had advanced their technology eons past the rest of the galaxy. But with each new discovery, came the need to find new and exciting ways to power them. The problem that arose from that was that even with their technologically advanced minds, finding a new form of power that didn’t involve power cells was near impossible. The demand for cells to power the ever improving array of items in the Lombax inventories was becoming ridiculous. So much so that the Lombax High Council had put the best brains the race could muster onto creating a source of renewable or infinite energy. And that was why the young Angela Cross had looked to the stars, for the solution to their problem. When a star died it was capable of releasing immense quantities of energy, and if they could find some way to suspend it in this decaying state, they could have a form of limitless energy. That was her dream, to harness that power and solve their rising energy crisis.
3. Of course first Angela was going to have to get her hands on something that was only readily available in the cold recesses of space. Stars died all the time, and in this age of space travel and exploration, finding one wouldn’t be too hard. But how was she going to bring it back to Fastoon? When was the best state to retrieve it? And most importantly, how could she ensure her own safety? She sighed and scanned the night sky, this was going to take far more time and effort than she had originally expected. She wished the answer to her problems would just come crashing down from above. That way she could get to the work right away, and have her work complete within a year or so. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something that looked vaguely out of place. A ball of brilliant white sailed the cosmos, leaving a blaze of purple fire in its wake. It could easily have passed for a passing comet or meteor, except that something seemed off about it. Except it wasn’t passing the planet, it was coming closer to it. The ball of white was certainly increasing in size with each passing second. It couldn’t be determined when exactly it would land, but Angela quickly worked a rough estimate of where it would land. And if she worked it out right, then it shouldn’t be too far away from her current location. A sudden excitement welled up from within her. Maybe the universe had taken pity on her and this was the solution to their energy problems. Or maybe it was just another lump of space junk that had entered the atmosphere. Either way she had to find out about it or where it would land. After all she was probably the only one awake to see it, so she couldn’t risk it going unnoticed.
5. She leapt to her feet and scanned the sky for the object again. The trail still blazed brightly across the sky but the light had returned to its original size, despite now appearing closer than ever. Angela knew that most comets and meteors would burn up and break apart as they passed through the atmosphere. But as she’d already guessed, this was no ordinary piece of space debris, the more of this that she saved, the more that she could experiment with. She started to walk after it, her pace was brisk but wary, as she kept her head held high to track the object. The soft swish of the grass at her feet filled the air as her legs brushed it aside. Occasionally she glanced ahead to make sure she wasn’t on a crash course with a low hanging branch or hidden pitfall. Satisfied that the way forward was clear of any immediate danger, she returned to sky watching. Her cover of darkness would be over in a few hours, and already the orange glow of the system’s sun was vaguely visible on the horizon. If the object hadn’t touched down on the surface of the planet, by the time the sun had risen to its highest point, she risked losing sight of the object altogether. She ran the calculations through her head, the object was likely to touch down within the next thirty minutes, and the earliest riser would awake shortly after that. She cursed under her breath as she stumbled over an old and decrepit branch. There came a loud boom from somewhere in the sky and Angela returned her attention skywards. The object had just exploded, showering the grassland in chunks of glowing purple rocks. But the fragments didn’t just fall to the floor; instead they hung in the air orbiting around the largest fragment. Then one by one, the smaller chunks just fizzled out and vanished leaving only the larger piece behind. Angela just stared at the object, if she had her notepad with her she’d be scribbling these events down as it happened. It was all so fascinating and she was the only one that had the pleasure of experiencing a few more minutes, before it surged towards the floor, towards poor Angela Cross. She barely had a moment to register what had just happened; she was still stuck in fascination mode. She when the object finally struck her square in the chest, she was completely unprepared for it. She was knocked three feet into the air, landing on her backside and skidding through the grass. Once her momentum slowed, she flopped onto her back and began to breathe heavily. The large chunk of rock lay nestled on her chest, rising and falling with her rapid breathing. She didn’t feel like the impact had caused her any significant injury.
7. A faint humming synched with her own breathing, fading in and out with her intake and expulsion of breath. She stirred as she overcame the sudden impact. She tilted her head to get a better look at her chest and by extension the mysterious item. It no longer had its fiery glow that had been ever-present whilst it was sailed through the air. It had dulled in colour and now looked more like a lump of rock, except for its crystalline core. That was all that showed what it had previously looked like. Along with the hum, there was a soft, faint glow, coming from the clear crystal centre on the rock. Angela was immediately cast back into fascination mode, but deep down she knew she couldn’t dwell on the rock for too long. The sun was advancing in the sky and soon the other Lombaxes would be milling about and her discovery had more risk of being stolen. She clasped the rock in her fingers and got to her feet. She made tracks for her home, keeping the rock close to her chest. She didn’t stop for anything, her time just became a whole lot more valuable. So when she happened upon a particular male Lombax, her arms quickly shot behind her back, hiding the rock from view.
9. “Hey Angela, what are you doing up so early?”
11. “I could say the same for you, Ratchet…” grumbled Angela.
13. “Me? I haven’t slept, been up all night on guard duty with General Azimuth. Heard a noise coming from this direction, so I came to check it out and I find you, I say that’s suspicious,” replied Ratchet, lifting the visor of his Hyperflux armour.
15. “Oh come off it, you know I like to stay up late and just think things through.”
17. “True, but you seemed to put your hands behind your back awfully quick, so what’re you hiding?”
19. “Can you keep a secret?” asked Angela, nervously.
21. “Probably not, maybe if you let your bolts do the talking…”
23. “I’m not going to bribe you, can you keep it or not?”
25. “Fiiiiine…” sighed Ratchet.
27. Angela took the object from behind her back and presented it to Ratchet, cupping it in her fingers. The object had dulled a bit more since she last looked at it. The core had barely any hints of purple to it. Instead it was starting to grow clear, like whatever energy was inside it, was starting to dissipate. She knew she didn’t have a lot of time left before she lost out on her discovery. Then a thought crossed through her mind, maybe she could use Ratchet to her advantage. After all, nothing got criminals to the Court of Azimuth faster than a guard escorting them, so why not escorting a civilian? She saw how interested Ratchet looked, though whether it was pure interest or if he was trying to think of a price for it. Either way there was no harm in asking about it.
29. “Hey, Ratchet?” she asked.
31. “Yeah?” he replied.
33. “Think you could escort me back to my house really quickly?”
35. “What’s wrong with walking alone? You’re not scared are you?” he teased.
37. “I just need to get home quickly, come on, do I have to blackmail you?”
39. “Good one, what could you possibly blackmail me with?”
41. Angela’s lips curled into a smile. “Well what would General Azimuth, or even your father think if they knew that you used stored Raritanium to enter that hoverboard contest a few months back, whilst on duty?”
43. Ratchet’s eyes suddenly shot open wide, he was sure that no-one had seen him leave for that. Nevertheless, he couldn’t stand to let anyone else find out about it. He reached behind his back and pulled out a cylindrical metal pad. He tossed it onto the floor, to which it hovered just a few inches off the ground. It then unfolded and began to map itself out, with panels unfolding and rearranging themselves until they formed a working hoverboard. The design of the board was easily big enough to hold two. The side had a simple flame pattern which ran over the top and bottom of the board. Angela didn’t really care for Ratchet’s taste in hoverboard design, but she didn’t have time to lecture him on it. She stepped onto the back of the board and Ratchet stood onto the front and without even a word either way, they sped off. The journey wasn’t too long; if she attempted it on foot then she’d probably just be holding a useless rock. As Ratchet came to a stop outside her home, she bounced off the back of the hoverboard and barged through the front door of her house. As she disappeared from view, Ratchet couldn’t help but be slightly intrigued as to what Angela was up to. He too stepped off the board and packed it up, then followed in Angela’s footsteps. He pushed open the door and entered into her house, his eyes searching for any sign of Angela. As he walked down the hallway, he heard a soft clattering followed by a curse word. He rounded a corner and came face to face with a white, almost sterile room. Around the sides were a series of cupboards, filled with various scientific objects, or at least that was what Ratchet expected. At its centre was a large, clear, dome. Inside the done was a simple white pedestal, flanked by two impressive laser generators. The lasers produced by the generators aimed straight for the pedestal, or more specifically, what was on top of the pedestal. The rock that Angela had shown him was being zapped by the lasers constantly. Through the glass of the dome, he could see a green jumpsuit moving near a computer terminal. He circled around the dome and slid up near Angela, peering around her.
45. “What’s err, what’s the lasers for?”
47. “Oh Ratchet! Glad you came in, I didn’t hear you knock, oh well seeing as though you’re here, you can do me another favour.”
49. “What’s that?” he sighed.
51. “Just watch this screen and tell me if it starts to warn you to stop the experiment,” replied Angela, as she crossed to the other side of the room.
53. There she started to gently started to spin a dial that was linked up to the lasers. As she spun the dial, the room was filled with a low hum that gradually grew louder and louder. Ratchet wasn’t paying too much attention to the terminal, and he probably should have been. A warning flashed up on the screen, informing the pair of a fluctuation in the power levels of the two laser levels. But of course, Angela didn’t see it, because she was relying on Ratchet, and Ratchet didn’t see it because he was mesmerised by the laser show, so neither could predict what came next. The object in the dome transformed into a ball of brilliant white, similar to how it had earlier. It then started to cave in and collapse in on itself, and then in another split-second, it exploded, sending shards of glass flying. A tremendous boom rocked the very foundations of the building, sending both Lombaxes tumbling to the floor. They both covered themselves and curled up to avoid bits of broken glass. Dust was kicked up around them as parts of the ceiling fell down around them. If Ratchet had heard the first explosion earlier, then everyone in the city was bound to have heard and felt this one. The two Lombaxes lay still, even as the shockwaves subsided. The first sound to break through the following silence was one of pure anger and rage and it came from within that very room.
55. “Ratchet! What did I tell you to do?!” bellowed Angela.
57. Ratchet looked up from his position on the floor, and what he saw was kind of shocking. Now Angela had always been taller than Ratchet, in fact she stood at a whopping 6’3, and that would certainly look impressive from his floor position. However, even with his much lower position, Angela seemed far too big for 6’3. He gingerly got to his feet and that was when the true extent of this problem came to light. Angela had grown, there was no mistaking that. Before Ratchet would have reached her chest at the tips of her ears, but now he barely reached up to her waist. She must have grown at least a foot in height, and as he stared up at her, he knew that saw it too. But as he looked into her eyes, he could see that she knew something he didn’t. She was still growing. Even as he stared at her, he saw it, the tiniest inch being added to her height. But it wasn’t stopping, it was near continuous and Ratchet knew that this room wasn’t going to be able to contain the end result. He started to inch around, heading to the exit, but the looming figure of Angela soon cut him off.
59. “Where do you think you’re going?” she boomed. “This is all your fault!”
61. “Me? I’m not the one experimenting on weird rocks!”
63. “That wouldn’t have mattered if y-!”
65. Angela was cut off as her growth ramped up its efforts. She shot up another foot in height, putting her ears pressed up against the ceiling. Along with the burst in height, her body also filled out a bit. Her hips curved underneath her suit, causing it to creak as it became much more taught and strained. Her chest pushed her suit outwards, stretching the already tight fabric to its limits. Her feet pressed up against the ends of her boots, the strain on her outfit reaching a critical point. She knew she couldn’t move a muscle in this delicate stage, one strenuous movement and her suit would be shredded. The last thing she wanted to do was become a nude giantess, and Ratchet was not someone she wanted to expose herself to. As she continued to inch higher and higher, her ears now bending painfully against the ceiling, she seemed to remember an earlier experiment of hers. She had once tried to create a gel that could be applied to clothing to allow rain to run off it, without wetting the user. The end result was that she created a gel that attached themselves to the sub-atomic particles in the fibres of the outfit and reinforced their durability. The clothes however were not waterproof, but they were incredibly stretchy and strong. She had deemed the experiment a failure as at the time, the idea of a clothes with properties like was ludicrous. Nobody had needed such unique clothing, so she had stored the concoction in the cupboards in her lab. The very same cupboards that she was threatening to destroy. She quickly ducked and took a seat on the floor, tucking her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She was really starting to worry now, as she adopted this near position she felt her suit tear all across her back. Her eyes scoured the room for Ratchet, he had been rather quiet after all, and she had a sneaky suspicion that he was trying to run. Sure enough there was, one foot raised in the air and his arms tucked up to his chest. She stifled herself as she recalled his pose being reminiscent of those old Holo-toons.
67. “Ratchet!”
69. The Lombax paused, still partway through his sneaking motion. He had two choices at this very second, he could turn around and see what she wanted, or he could make a break for it and warn everyone. Ratchet was a loyal creature, but his loyalty was being stretched thin. He was loyal to the Lombaxes, they were his flesh and blood, but Angela was also a Lombax, and one that was in a dire situation at that. He danced about on one and did a final run through of his choices. He was still a little responsible for Angela’s situation, so he decided that he should really help her. He nodded to himself and spun around on one foot, facing up to the rapidly growing Angela.
71. “What?!”
73. “I need you to check the cupboards, I need something from them!” boomed Angela.
75. Ratchet leapt into action, leaping to the nearest cupboard and prying it open. Inside were a bunch of empty flasks and test tubes. He guessed that those weren’t what she was after, as there were loads of them strewn around the floor. Leaving the cupboard door open, he advanced to the next one and swung it open. The cupboard was bare and the next set of cupboards, but the other visible cupboards had been wrecked in the subsequent blast. Their doors hung off their hinges and their contacts had been exposed and destroyed.
77. “I don’t see anything unusual in these!”
79. “Try this one!” replied Angela, pointing by the top of her thigh.
81. Ratchet weaved his way over to the cupboard she was pointing at, slipping by her thigh. Angela was getting far too big now, even in her hunched position her ears had reached the ceiling again, and her body was starting to take over half of the room. As Ratchet pried the door open, Angela’s body reacted, this time instead of causing her height to increase faster; it made her fill out faster too. In a bizarre twist of events, Ratchet found himself being forced into the cupboard along with the vial of orange liquid he was trying to liberate. More tears began to appear in her outfit, splitting across her thighs, rear and chest. One tear even managed to open up behind Ratchet, letting him feel the soft fur of her body. Ratchet struggled to slip his hand out from the confines of the cupboard and show the vial to Angela. He pushed against the advancing orange forest and squeezed his hand out into the open. However before Angela could get a glimpse of the vial, before Ratchet could call out amongst thee chaos, the vial shattered, and its contents fell against Angela’s suit, unknowingly, Ratchet actually completed his task, he just didn’t do a good job. Her suit had been pretty much wrecked by this point. Her chest, hips, thighs and bottom region had been spared, and were now guaranteed safety thanks to Ratchet’s efforts. However the rest of the suit had been demolished, her stomach, legs, hands, even her feet had broken free of her confines and was now on full display. But her ordeal was far from over. Her body was still filling out and her height had increased at an even more rapid pace. There was no time to complain of her ears hurting or of her shame of being exposed, as her head burst through the ceiling. Her breasts exploded outwards, keeping themselves covered thanks to her enhanced clothes. Each closely resembled a small car, and yet still looked natural for her size. Her lower regions expanded so that they now covered three quarters of the room, including the only exit out of there. Realising that the destruction of her house was inevitable, Angela laid her long legs out, stretching them to their full length and sending them crashing through the back wall.
83. In the meantime poor Ratchet was on the verge of walking through Death’s door. The cupboard was buckling under the pressure of the expanding Lombax outside of it. The wood that made up the bulk of the cupboard was already splintering apart, sending a shower of tiny chips of wood down onto Ratchet. All along the length of the cupboards, long drawn out cracking echoed within the confined space. He had removed his helmet, for fear of causing any damage to his face, or causing him a more serious injury. Strands of yellow and orange fur started to bleed through the cracks, jabbing into Ratchet. The entire structure of the confines groaned and gave a final shower of splinters, before the entire thing came crashing into him. Angela’s thigh was an onslaught in its own right. It ploughed into him and pinned him up against the wall of Angela’s house. With the rate that she was expanding, she was destroying her own hom at an incredible pace, but Ratchet was pinned up against the wall, his breath being forced from his lungs. He wouldn’t survive being squeezed up against this wall for long, not unless he did something drastic, and that seemed like a very wise decision. Of all the drastic and dangerous plans that ran through his head at that moment, only one seemed safe enough to try. He was going to have to scale Angela, until he found a safe place to rest. Of course, that was easier said than done.
85. He didn't waste time with pausing and thinking about where he was going to rest, or how he was going to get there, he just went for it. He tugged at the fur on her thigh and pulled himself onto the expanding Lombax. It was a squeeze to pull himself up higher on her thigh, his back scraping against the wall, the plates of his armour screeching in protest. He just needed to keep his head out in the open, and he should survive, his armour would probably hold out and protect the rest of him. He continued his ascent shuffling his way higher and freeing up more of his body, as the ‘hill’ began to slope. He blinked as the light from outside began to stream in from the now destroyed ceiling. For the first time since the expansion had started, he saw just what Angela had become. She had become worthy of the title ‘Goddess’, she towered over even the tallest buildings, and was perfectly capable of crushing the smaller ones underfoot. Spurred on by the sight, Ratchet resumed climbing and soon he was standing on her thigh, staring up at the wall of fur that made up her belly. He stepped up to the fabric that covered her crotch from view and felt around for a suitable handhold. What remained of her jumpsuit had become extremely tight, despite the supposed flexibility of her outfit. Ratchet had to dig his fingers in deep to get a decent handhold, whilst his clunky boots offered little to no grip. In response, he kicked off the boots and pressed his feet into the fabric giving him a suitable hold. With his feet and hands secured in position, he began his ascent, struggling up Mt. Angela.
87. Meanwhile, Angela looked out on the landscape, at the tiny buildings that played home to thousands of Lombaxes. Even the Court of Azimuth, the pride of this particular city, seemed dwarfed in comparison, rising only as high as her stomach. She glanced down, her home was wrecked, her lab, he work, it was all gone. She sighed, it was all Ratchet’s fault, if he had paid a little more attention she wouldn’t be in this mess. She was going to have some stern words with him when he got himself out of that cupboard, that same cupboard that had been reduced to splinters and was now stuck under her enormous behind. A feeling of panic started to well up within her. She hadn’t crushed him had she?
89. “Ratchet?!” she called out, her voice booming the ears of those that heard it.
91. She rose to her feet, taking to not disturb the site any more than her growth had previously. She scoured the environment for any sign of the yellow and orange creature, and the red and black of his Hyperflux armour. She carefully nudged the shreds of wood, carpet, brick, plaster and many other materials that had once made up her house, but there was no sign of her friend. She brushed every scrap of debris aside, so that none of the pieces lay on top of one another. None of the pieces turned out to be Ratchet, but she did manage to find his helmet and his boots. He couldn’t have gone far, especially not after the treatment she would have given him. She scoured the crowds that were beginning to amass around her for anyone who resembled Ratchet, but such a task was near impossible. There was no way that she would be able to find him now, unless she accidentally crushed him and had to peel him off her sole. She could always ask the crowds if they’d seen him, but how could she do that without coming off as the typical giant beast? Just as she was about to make a gesture to the crowd, she felt a tingling in her left breast. She eeked and moved backwards frantically. The crowds took that as a sign that she was about to get violent and fled the scene, heading to the Court of Azimuth. Angela glanced down at her chest, to see a small creature, bouncing up and down on her chest.
93. “Ratchet?” she asked, lowering her head to better hear the response.
95. “Easy! Not so loud, my ears are pretty sensitive to giant Lombaxes!” yelled Ratchet.
97. “Look what you’ve done to me! What am I going to do now?!” she screamed, rocking the very foundations of the world.
99. “Easy! Easy! My dad would probably have a solution, maybe we could see him?!”
101. “You better hope he has some solution, because you’re in for a serious going over if he doesn’t have a way to fix me!”
103. Angela got to her feet, and took a few strides towards the court, before stopping for a moment. She looked down at the Lombax making himself comfy on her chest, and figured she couldn’t at least have a little bit of fun with him. She took one breast in each hand and jiggled her chest slightly, causing to Ratchet to slide closer towards her cleavage. She smirked as she took her revenge on the tiny creature, allowing him to slide into the abyss of her cleavage. It felt good to torture the little Lombax like this, but she knew she wouldn’t allow any real harm to come to him; she just wanted to vent her frustrations a little. As Ratchet disappeared into the darkness, she giggled to herself, maybe she didn’t want to return to her normal size just yet. She’d keep up appearances just for Ratchet and those around her, but secretly she would be getting a taboo thrill off her experiences. She hefted her chest into a new position, tightening Ratchet into her cleavage, leaving his head stuck up above the darkened abyss. She then made her way towards the court, leaving enormous footprints in the dirt, and paying little respect to the homes of the Lombax she had previously lived amongst...

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The night was quiet; stars twinkled in the sky, their brilliance lighting up the sapphire sky. Streaks of light burned through the night before fizzling out and disappearing into the inky darkness. The moon sat upon its perch, high up in the sky, lording its presence over the quiet landscape. Fastoon wasn’t renowned for its nights and there were certainly many other planets with much more exciting nights. But there was something fascinating about the stars that hung over Fastoon, especially to the young Angela Cross. She lay sprawled out upon the grassland behind her home, staring up into the inky darkness. Her mind began to wander as she watched the stars twinkle in the heavens. She thought of how her race, the Lombaxes, had advanced their technology eons past the rest of the galaxy. But with each new discovery, came the need to find new and exciting ways to power them. The problem that arose from that was that even with their technologically advanced minds, finding a new form of power that didn’t involve power cells was near impossible. The demand for cells to power the ever improving array of items in the Lombax inventories was becoming ridiculous. So much so that the Lombax High Council had put the best brains the race could muster onto creating a source of renewable or infinite energy. And that was why the young Angela Cross had looked to the stars, for the solution to their problem. When a star died it was capable of releasing immense quantities of energy, and if they could find some way to suspend it in this decaying state, they could have a form of limitless energy. That was her dream, to harness that power and solve their rising energy crisis. Of course first Angela was going to have to get her hands on something that was only readily available in the cold recesses of space. Stars died all the time, and in this age of space travel and exploration, finding one wouldn’t be too hard. But how was she going to bring it back to Fastoon? When was the best state to retrieve it? And most importantly, how could she ensure her own safety? She sighed and scanned the night sky, this was going to take far more time and effort than she had originally expected. She wished the answer to her problems would just come crashing down from above. That way she could get to the work right away, and have her work complete within a year or so. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something that looked vaguely out of place. A ball of brilliant white sailed the cosmos, leaving a blaze of purple fire in its wake. It could easily have passed for a passing comet or meteor, except that something seemed off about it. Except it wasn’t passing the planet, it was coming closer to it. The ball of white was certainly increasing in size with each passing second. It couldn’t be determined when exactly it would land, but Angela quickly worked a rough estimate of where it would land. And if she worked it out right, then it shouldn’t be too far away from her current location. A sudden excitement welled up from within her. Maybe the universe had taken pity on her and this was the solution to their energy problems. Or maybe it was just another lump of space junk that had entered the atmosphere. Either way she had to find out about it or where it would land. After all she was probably the only one awake to see it, so she couldn’t risk it going unnoticed. She leapt to her feet and scanned the sky for the object again. The trail still blazed brightly across the sky but the light had returned to its original size, despite now appearing closer than ever. Angela knew that most comets and meteors would burn up and break apart as they passed through the atmosphere. But as she’d already guessed, this was no ordinary piece of space debris, the more of this that she saved, the more that she could experiment with. She started to walk after it, her pace was brisk but wary, as she kept her head held high to track the object. The soft swish of the grass at her feet filled the air as her legs brushed it aside. Occasionally she glanced ahead to make sure she wasn’t on a crash course with a low hanging branch or hidden pitfall. Satisfied that the way forward was clear of any immediate danger, she returned to sky watching. Her cover of darkness would be over in a few hours, and already the orange glow of the system’s sun was vaguely visible on the horizon. If the object hadn’t touched down on the surface of the planet, by the time the sun had risen to its highest point, she risked losing sight of the object altogether. She ran the calculations through her head, the object was likely to touch down within the next thirty minutes, and the earliest riser would awake shortly after that. She cursed under her breath as she stumbled over an old and decrepit branch. There came a loud boom from somewhere in the sky and Angela returned her attention skywards. The object had just exploded, showering the grassland in chunks of glowing purple rocks. But the fragments didn’t just fall to the floor; instead they hung in the air orbiting around the largest fragment. Then one by one, the smaller chunks just fizzled out and vanished leaving only the larger piece behind. Angela just stared at the object, if she had her notepad with her she’d be scribbling these events down as it happened. It was all so fascinating and she was the only one that had the pleasure of experiencing a few more minutes, before it surged towards the floor, towards poor Angela Cross. She barely had a moment to register what had just happened; she was still stuck in fascination mode. She when the object finally struck her square in the chest, she was completely unprepared for it. She was knocked three feet into the air, landing on her backside and skidding through the grass. Once her momentum slowed, she flopped onto her back and began to breathe heavily. The large chunk of rock lay nestled on her chest, rising and falling with her rapid breathing. She didn’t feel like the impact had caused her any significant injury. A faint humming synched with her own breathing, fading in and out with her intake and expulsion of breath. She stirred as she overcame the sudden impact. She tilted her head to get a better look at her chest and by extension the mysterious item. It no longer had its fiery glow that had been ever-present whilst it was sailed through the air. It had dulled in colour and now looked more like a lump of rock, except for its crystalline core. That was all that showed what it had previously looked like. Along with the hum, there was a soft, faint glow, coming from the clear crystal centre on the rock. Angela was immediately cast back into fascination mode, but deep down she knew she couldn’t dwell on the rock for too long. The sun was advancing in the sky and soon the other Lombaxes would be milling about and her discovery had more risk of being stolen. She clasped the rock in her fingers and got to her feet. She made tracks for her home, keeping the rock close to her chest. She didn’t stop for anything, her time just became a whole lot more valuable. So when she happened upon a particular male Lombax, her arms quickly shot behind her back, hiding the rock from view. “Hey Angela, what are you doing up so early?” “I could say the same for you, Ratchet…” grumbled Angela. “Me? I haven’t slept, been up all night on guard duty with General Azimuth. Heard a noise coming from this direction, so I came to check it out and I find you, I say that’s suspicious,” replied Ratchet, lifting the visor of his Hyperflux armour. “Oh come off it, you know I like to stay up late and just think things through.” “True, but you seemed to put your hands behind your back awfully quick, so what’re you hiding?” “Can you keep a secret?” asked Angela, nervously. “Probably not, maybe if you let your bolts do the talking…” “I’m not going to bribe you, can you keep it or not?” “Fiiiiine…” sighed Ratchet. Angela took the object from behind her back and presented it to Ratchet, cupping it in her fingers. The object had dulled a bit more since she last looked at it. The core had barely any hints of purple to it. Instead it was starting to grow clear, like whatever energy was inside it, was starting to dissipate. She knew she didn’t have a lot of time left before she lost out on her discovery. Then a thought crossed through her mind, maybe she could use Ratchet to her advantage. After all, nothing got criminals to the Court of Azimuth faster than a guard escorting them, so why not escorting a civilian? She saw how interested Ratchet looked, though whether it was pure interest or if he was trying to think of a price for it. Either way there was no harm in asking about it. “Hey, Ratchet?” she asked. “Yeah?” he replied. “Think you could escort me back to my house really quickly?” “What’s wrong with walking alone? You’re not scared are you?” he teased. “I just need to get home quickly, come on, do I have to blackmail you?” “Good one, what could you possibly blackmail me with?” Angela’s lips curled into a smile. “Well what would General Azimuth, or even your father think if they knew that you used stored Raritanium to enter that hoverboard contest a few months back, whilst on duty?” Ratchet’s eyes suddenly shot open wide, he was sure that no-one had seen him leave for that. Nevertheless, he couldn’t stand to let anyone else find out about it. He reached behind his back and pulled out a cylindrical metal pad. He tossed it onto the floor, to which it hovered just a few inches off the ground. It then unfolded and began to map itself out, with panels unfolding and rearranging themselves until they formed a working hoverboard. The design of the board was easily big enough to hold two. The side had a simple flame pattern which ran over the top and bottom of the board. Angela didn’t really care for Ratchet’s taste in hoverboard design, but she didn’t have time to lecture him on it. She stepped onto the back of the board and Ratchet stood onto the front and without even a word either way, they sped off. The journey wasn’t too long; if she attempted it on foot then she’d probably just be holding a useless rock. As Ratchet came to a stop outside her home, she bounced off the back of the hoverboard and barged through the front door of her house. As she disappeared from view, Ratchet couldn’t help but be slightly intrigued as to what Angela was up to. He too stepped off the board and packed it up, then followed in Angela’s footsteps. He pushed open the door and entered into her house, his eyes searching for any sign of Angela. As he walked down the hallway, he heard a soft clattering followed by a curse word. He rounded a corner and came face to face with a white, almost sterile room. Around the sides were a series of cupboards, filled with various scientific objects, or at least that was what Ratchet expected. At its centre was a large, clear, dome. Inside the done was a simple white pedestal, flanked by two impressive laser generators. The lasers produced by the generators aimed straight for the pedestal, or more specifically, what was on top of the pedestal. The rock that Angela had shown him was being zapped by the lasers constantly. Through the glass of the dome, he could see a green jumpsuit moving near a computer terminal. He circled around the dome and slid up near Angela, peering around her. “What’s err, what’s the lasers for?” “Oh Ratchet! Glad you came in, I didn’t hear you knock, oh well seeing as though you’re here, you can do me another favour.” “What’s that?” he sighed. “Just watch this screen and tell me if it starts to warn you to stop the experiment,” replied Angela, as she crossed to the other side of the room. There she started to gently started to spin a dial that was linked up to the lasers. As she spun the dial, the room was filled with a low hum that gradually grew louder and louder. Ratchet wasn’t paying too much attention to the terminal, and he probably should have been. A warning flashed up on the screen, informing the pair of a fluctuation in the power levels of the two laser levels. But of course, Angela didn’t see it, because she was relying on Ratchet, and Ratchet didn’t see it because he was mesmerised by the laser show, so neither could predict what came next. The object in the dome transformed into a ball of brilliant white, similar to how it had earlier. It then started to cave in and collapse in on itself, and then in another split-second, it exploded, sending shards of glass flying. A tremendous boom rocked the very foundations of the building, sending both Lombaxes tumbling to the floor. They both covered themselves and curled up to avoid bits of broken glass. Dust was kicked up around them as parts of the ceiling fell down around them. If Ratchet had heard the first explosion earlier, then everyone in the city was bound to have heard and felt this one. The two Lombaxes lay still, even as the shockwaves subsided. The first sound to break through the following silence was one of pure anger and rage and it came from within that very room. “Ratchet! What did I tell you to do?!” bellowed Angela. Ratchet looked up from his position on the floor, and what he saw was kind of shocking. Now Angela had always been taller than Ratchet, in fact she stood at a whopping 6’3, and that would certainly look impressive from his floor position. However, even with his much lower position, Angela seemed far too big for 6’3. He gingerly got to his feet and that was when the true extent of this problem came to light. Angela had grown, there was no mistaking that. Before Ratchet would have reached her chest at the tips of her ears, but now he barely reached up to her waist. She must have grown at least a foot in height, and as he stared up at her, he knew that saw it too. But as he looked into her eyes, he could see that she knew something he didn’t. She was still growing. Even as he stared at her, he saw it, the tiniest inch being added to her height. But it wasn’t stopping, it was near continuous and Ratchet knew that this room wasn’t going to be able to contain the end result. He started to inch around, heading to the exit, but the looming figure of Angela soon cut him off. “Where do you think you’re going?” she boomed. “This is all your fault!” “Me? I’m not the one experimenting on weird rocks!” “That wouldn’t have mattered if y-!” Angela was cut off as her growth ramped up its efforts. She shot up another foot in height, putting her ears pressed up against the ceiling. Along with the burst in height, her body also filled out a bit. Her hips curved underneath her suit, causing it to creak as it became much more taught and strained. Her chest pushed her suit outwards, stretching the already tight fabric to its limits. Her feet pressed up against the ends of her boots, the strain on her outfit reaching a critical point. She knew she couldn’t move a muscle in this delicate stage, one strenuous movement and her suit would be shredded. The last thing she wanted to do was become a nude giantess, and Ratchet was not someone she wanted to expose herself to. As she continued to inch higher and higher, her ears now bending painfully against the ceiling, she seemed to remember an earlier experiment of hers. She had once tried to create a gel that could be applied to clothing to allow rain to run off it, without wetting the user. The end result was that she created a gel that attached themselves to the sub-atomic particles in the fibres of the outfit and reinforced their durability. The clothes however were not waterproof, but they were incredibly stretchy and strong. She had deemed the experiment a failure as at the time, the idea of a clothes with properties like was ludicrous. Nobody had needed such unique clothing, so she had stored the concoction in the cupboards in her lab. The very same cupboards that she was threatening to destroy. She quickly ducked and took a seat on the floor, tucking her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She was really starting to worry now, as she adopted this near position she felt her suit tear all across her back. Her eyes scoured the room for Ratchet, he had been rather quiet after all, and she had a sneaky suspicion that he was trying to run. Sure enough there was, one foot raised in the air and his arms tucked up to his chest. She stifled herself as she recalled his pose being reminiscent of those old Holo-toons. “Ratchet!” The Lombax paused, still partway through his sneaking motion. He had two choices at this very second, he could turn around and see what she wanted, or he could make a break for it and warn everyone. Ratchet was a loyal creature, but his loyalty was being stretched thin. He was loyal to the Lombaxes, they were his flesh and blood, but Angela was also a Lombax, and one that was in a dire situation at that. He danced about on one and did a final run through of his choices. He was still a little responsible for Angela’s situation, so he decided that he should really help her. He nodded to himself and spun around on one foot, facing up to the rapidly growing Angela. “What?!” “I need you to check the cupboards, I need something from them!” boomed Angela. Ratchet leapt into action, leaping to the nearest cupboard and prying it open. Inside were a bunch of empty flasks and test tubes. He guessed that those weren’t what she was after, as there were loads of them strewn around the floor. Leaving the cupboard door open, he advanced to the next one and swung it open. The cupboard was bare and the next set of cupboards, but the other visible cupboards had been wrecked in the subsequent blast. Their doors hung off their hinges and their contacts had been exposed and destroyed. “I don’t see anything unusual in these!” “Try this one!” replied Angela, pointing by the top of her thigh. Ratchet weaved his way over to the cupboard she was pointing at, slipping by her thigh. Angela was getting far too big now, even in her hunched position her ears had reached the ceiling again, and her body was starting to take over half of the room. As Ratchet pried the door open, Angela’s body reacted, this time instead of causing her height to increase faster; it made her fill out faster too. In a bizarre twist of events, Ratchet found himself being forced into the cupboard along with the vial of orange liquid he was trying to liberate. More tears began to appear in her outfit, splitting across her thighs, rear and chest. One tear even managed to open up behind Ratchet, letting him feel the soft fur of her body. Ratchet struggled to slip his hand out from the confines of the cupboard and show the vial to Angela. He pushed against the advancing orange forest and squeezed his hand out into the open. However before Angela could get a glimpse of the vial, before Ratchet could call out amongst thee chaos, the vial shattered, and its contents fell against Angela’s suit, unknowingly, Ratchet actually completed his task, he just didn’t do a good job. Her suit had been pretty much wrecked by this point. Her chest, hips, thighs and bottom region had been spared, and were now guaranteed safety thanks to Ratchet’s efforts. However the rest of the suit had been demolished, her stomach, legs, hands, even her feet had broken free of her confines and was now on full display. But her ordeal was far from over. Her body was still filling out and her height had increased at an even more rapid pace. There was no time to complain of her ears hurting or of her shame of being exposed, as her head burst through the ceiling. Her breasts exploded outwards, keeping themselves covered thanks to her enhanced clothes. Each closely resembled a small car, and yet still looked natural for her size. Her lower regions expanded so that they now covered three quarters of the room, including the only exit out of there. Realising that the destruction of her house was inevitable, Angela laid her long legs out, stretching them to their full length and sending them crashing through the back wall. In the meantime poor Ratchet was on the verge of walking through Death’s door. The cupboard was buckling under the pressure of the expanding Lombax outside of it. The wood that made up the bulk of the cupboard was already splintering apart, sending a shower of tiny chips of wood down onto Ratchet. All along the length of the cupboards, long drawn out cracking echoed within the confined space. He had removed his helmet, for fear of causing any damage to his face, or causing him a more serious injury. Strands of yellow and orange fur started to bleed through the cracks, jabbing into Ratchet. The entire structure of the confines groaned and gave a final shower of splinters, before the entire thing came crashing into him. Angela’s thigh was an onslaught in its own right. It ploughed into him and pinned him up against the wall of Angela’s house. With the rate that she was expanding, she was destroying her own hom at an incredible pace, but Ratchet was pinned up against the wall, his breath being forced from his lungs. He wouldn’t survive being squeezed up against this wall for long, not unless he did something drastic, and that seemed like a very wise decision. Of all the drastic and dangerous plans that ran through his head at that moment, only one seemed safe enough to try. He was going to have to scale Angela, until he found a safe place to rest. Of course, that was easier said than done. He didn't waste time with pausing and thinking about where he was going to rest, or how he was going to get there, he just went for it. He tugged at the fur on her thigh and pulled himself onto the expanding Lombax. It was a squeeze to pull himself up higher on her thigh, his back scraping against the wall, the plates of his armour screeching in protest. He just needed to keep his head out in the open, and he should survive, his armour would probably hold out and protect the rest of him. He continued his ascent shuffling his way higher and freeing up more of his body, as the ‘hill’ began to slope. He blinked as the light from outside began to stream in from the now destroyed ceiling. For the first time since the expansion had started, he saw just what Angela had become. She had become worthy of the title ‘Goddess’, she towered over even the tallest buildings, and was perfectly capable of crushing the smaller ones underfoot. Spurred on by the sight, Ratchet resumed climbing and soon he was standing on her thigh, staring up at the wall of fur that made up her belly. He stepped up to the fabric that covered her crotch from view and felt around for a suitable handhold. What remained of her jumpsuit had become extremely tight, despite the supposed flexibility of her outfit. Ratchet had to dig his fingers in deep to get a decent handhold, whilst his clunky boots offered little to no grip. In response, he kicked off the boots and pressed his feet into the fabric giving him a suitable hold. With his feet and hands secured in position, he began his ascent, struggling up Mt. Angela. Meanwhile, Angela looked out on the landscape, at the tiny buildings that played home to thousands of Lombaxes. Even the Court of Azimuth, the pride of this particular city, seemed dwarfed in comparison, rising only as high as her stomach. She glanced down, her home was wrecked, her lab, he work, it was all gone. She sighed, it was all Ratchet’s fault, if he had paid a little more attention she wouldn’t be in this mess. She was going to have some stern words with him when he got himself out of that cupboard, that same cupboard that had been reduced to splinters and was now stuck under her enormous behind. A feeling of panic started to well up within her. She hadn’t crushed him had she? “Ratchet?!” she called out, her voice booming the ears of those that heard it. She rose to her feet, taking to not disturb the site any more than her growth had previously. She scoured the environment for any sign of the yellow and orange creature, and the red and black of his Hyperflux armour. She carefully nudged the shreds of wood, carpet, brick, plaster and many other materials that had once made up her house, but there was no sign of her friend. She brushed every scrap of debris aside, so that none of the pieces lay on top of one another. None of the pieces turned out to be Ratchet, but she did manage to find his helmet and his boots. He couldn’t have gone far, especially not after the treatment she would have given him. She scoured the crowds that were beginning to amass around her for anyone who resembled Ratchet, but such a task was near impossible. There was no way that she would be able to find him now, unless she accidentally crushed him and had to peel him off her sole. She could always ask the crowds if they’d seen him, but how could she do that without coming off as the typical giant beast? Just as she was about to make a gesture to the crowd, she felt a tingling in her left breast. She eeked and moved backwards frantically. The crowds took that as a sign that she was about to get violent and fled the scene, heading to the Court of Azimuth. Angela glanced down at her chest, to see a small creature, bouncing up and down on her chest. “Ratchet?” she asked, lowering her head to better hear the response. “Easy! Not so loud, my ears are pretty sensitive to giant Lombaxes!” yelled Ratchet. “Look what you’ve done to me! What am I going to do now?!” she screamed, rocking the very foundations of the world. “Easy! Easy! My dad would probably have a solution, maybe we could see him?!” “You better hope he has some solution, because you’re in for a serious going over if he doesn’t have a way to fix me!” Angela got to her feet, and took a few strides towards the court, before stopping for a moment. She looked down at the Lombax making himself comfy on her chest, and figured she couldn’t at least have a little bit of fun with him. She took one breast in each hand and jiggled her chest slightly, causing to Ratchet to slide closer towards her cleavage. She smirked as she took her revenge on the tiny creature, allowing him to slide into the abyss of her cleavage. It felt good to torture the little Lombax like this, but she knew she wouldn’t allow any real harm to come to him; she just wanted to vent her frustrations a little. As Ratchet disappeared into the darkness, she giggled to herself, maybe she didn’t want to return to her normal size just yet. She’d keep up appearances just for Ratchet and those around her, but secretly she would be getting a taboo thrill off her experiences. She hefted her chest into a new position, tightening Ratchet into her cleavage, leaving his head stuck up above the darkened abyss. She then made her way towards the court, leaving enormous footprints in the dirt, and paying little respect to the homes of the Lombax she had previously lived amongst...