Slime Time (Patreon)

Director's cut of a story co-written with a friend. Y'know what's fun? Macros who START Micro!

(Most writing this month going towards Hyper Olympics, soon on FA)

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Zaril went through the motions of yet another long day with no interest in the mercenary's capabilities. Creating more potions for resupplying her bag another day while testing new variants to see if she can make something even more potent. Or just pass to the market for temporary benefits to a consumer. Something did catch her eye though, the elf's sixth sense guided her to the table that'd encompass most of her room and home. It wasn't from a potion or something she experimented, too far from it. What was it though... The elf had to focus, her emerald eyes glowing blue and looking for something. She sensed something there, but it had to be SMALL.

The slime didn't really know how it had gotten there. It was remarkably intelligent for a slime, mind you, but at barely a millimeter in size it could hardly say much about its surroundings. It was tiny and gold, maybe it was an escaped bubble from one of the mercenary's ales... or the usually catastrophic result of making potions in a dirty cauldron. What it did know was that there was an absolutely massive being looming over it.

One that was probably friendly!

The slime marched towards the heat source it sensed, rolling lazily through the grain of the wood on the table.

The homeowner spotted an unusual colored slime, at least for this continent. Unsure what to make of it aside from it attacking. No, it was coming towards her rather passively. Her eyes shifting their glow from blue to green, to orange to blue she realized there was nothing particularly harmful about this one. She put a finger onto the table within a few of its body lengths, seeing how it'll react as she began making a symbol nearby with her other hand. In elven, a symbol of inspection to see details of what this slime was made of among other details. Particularly keeping an eye out for abnormalities aside from its stature and color

The response to the rune was very strange in multiple ways. The obviously concerning one was that the spell... failed. Gave a materials not found result. Zaril had used the spell in SPACE before and gotten perfectly readable results. She'd used it on toxic waste from an atelier explosion. That was... alarming.

However, the slime also responded by forming itself into the same rune, thinning its tiny body into filigree to form the magic symbol before trying to scan the elf... albeit also failing for far more obvious reasons.

Zaril tilted her head and made another rune quickly. The symbols for 'Intelligence raise' which wouldn't work on the table. But... She watched closely. In theory this spell would raise the caster or where the runes are placed to increase by a flat amount. Not much, but inexperienced adventurers needed this spell to get through dungeons as they began their own epic tales. Her blue glowing eyes noticed the slime's movements were also unusual, used to seeing slimes rather dedicated to their spherical shapes instead of shaping symbols... Afterwards she also made a rune of just momentary mana to spell out 'Hello' in elven.

The strange being mimicked the second rune as well, struggling to find the mana to cast a genuine spell on its own... but as Zaril felt it try she was curious enough to lend it a bit of her own. Sure enough, the spell went off. Conveniently, being a flat amount, the slime gained more of a boost than most animals have in full. More conveniently still, the slime seemed to have already started with a fair bit.

Worryingly, the slime grew to about 3 millimeters from the borrowed magic.

"Hello!" It flashed back using its own body again, pausing a moment before realizing that if the creature was willing to communicate, it should do more than mimic... It followed up by forming a symbol with its own body. One that didn't mean anything, but that it really hoped meant 'You seem nice!'

The mercenary had a rather sharp sense of intent from creatures, so she took the symbol as a gesture of either its own greeting or something kind. But it did alarm her that it got bigger from a little mana she lent it. She couldn't repeat the benefits of 'Intelligence raise', so her mind pondered for a bit. What about... She left the next symbol in the air to see if it'd cast it onto itself as she put up one for 'Grow' which would temporarily increase size by 50% for however long based on mana of the user. Ready to lend again if the spell didn't go off, the elf in her zoomed perspective not realizing mere mm above it was the symbol she just put up.

Rather than immediately mimic the rune this time, the slime investigated the lingering one the elf herself made... if jumping from the table into it and consuming it counted as investigation. Rather than activate the spell, the slime simply sucked down the mana involved in casting the spell... a meal that grew the slime much more than the spell itself would, magnifying it to a full centimeter. As it mimicked the spell to cast on its own, it launched it with full success this time! ...Only for no event to occur, the creature was quite unable to increase its mass using the source of its mass.

Zaril’s glowing eye dulled a little as the surge left it rather large but for nothing to occur mimicking the spell left her dumbfounded. For a moment she looked over to her potions and experiments, realizing she needed to put the controlled flames across the table. A quick snap of her fingers to dispel her fire magic as her eyes went back to the slime and wrote more letters above it now. In elven spelling out 'My name is Zaril.' She had more to see of this! As well as whether it'd take up the minimal amount of mana the elf used to write on air.

Her guest again slurped up the lingering magic, chewing on the spell... kinda. The slime then put out some letters of its own.

aMy.

After doing so it looked to where the flame had been in disappointment, another source of magic going out making it shudder a bit. The miniscule mana in the writing hadn't been enough to make it grow more than a tiny bit... but it was definitely the source. Magic eating slime.

Albeit a nice one

Zaril chose to verbalize what she read. "Amy?" Seeing if there was any response from the slime, before reaching over to her bag and needing to look away a moment. It was out of reach, a moment to grab it and  offer drops of her doubling size potion. Seeing this before the next thing she had in mind. But she did speak in common words out of habit "Where did you come from Amy?" Hoping it would answer in some way, though not expecting it to reply in full. Rather small writing would be needed for that.

The slime swooped over to the drops with deceptive speed, clearly VERY attracted to the sensation of potion. It sucked up one, then the second, then the third... each one accepted as a separate dose, rocketing the slime to eight centimeters, large enough to begin to form features.

...And make associations.

With every micron of size, the slime got more connections, more brainpower to act with. Amy could tell that the latest language was entirely different from the one before... but still had very little context as to what was being asked. Instead of responding verbally, now the slime marched with that same speed directly towards the elf.

The provider put the stopper on the vial and tried her question in elven. "Where did you come from Amy?" Watching closely to the quickly approaching slime that was...hungry? Curious? It was massive compared to moments ago yet the elf only mildly discerned the causes of this. She quickly cast a 'Inspect' rune near it again to see if the increase in size was enough but...It likely swallowed the rune on its march towards the elf who was getting something from this slime. She doubted the feeling but it was forming.

The elf's slow response sealed her result. The slime leapt from the table and onto her face, parts of it rushing through her nose and leaving her spluttering in panic... for a surprisingly short time. Almost as soon as the slime entered, it left again, sitting back on the table politely... and apologetically?

"Okay, sorry about that, NOW try." it spouted in perfect elvish from a formed mouth... while a second, smaller mouth quipped in common in an ‘under her breath’ sort of tone "I swear ya get super intelligence and everybody expects you to just know things."

The much larger being fell back on the ground and paused as her mind raced and calmed herself quickly. Thankfully her momentary doubt of a sense was wrong, but suddenly that was a little much for even the mercenary. Taking a deep breath before getting herself back up and sighing. In elven "Okay. Now that was...something. I was asking where you came from. But what was that Amy?" The elf's gaze was still almost pure curiosity, but a hint of wariness from suddenly entering her a moment ago.

"I paid a visit to your brain," the slime stated matter of factly, "Copied your language skills so we can actually communicate." The slime MIGHT have copied a few other things too, but that could wait. "Now that I genuinely know what you're saying... I still don't actually know. I FEEL small. I feel like I might have once been part of something much larger, but... all I've got."

The second mouth remained quippy, "Yeah I might remember if I was smarter though, if only there was a convenient way to make me bigger."

The potion-keeper rose a brow at the second mouth taking a different phrasing(and language). "Interesting and while I'd prefer you to have one mouth so I know which one to listen more to... I do have ways of making you bigger, like this here. But please, do tell me more about yourself afterwards." The elf left larger droplets after quickly taking off and afterwards putting the stopper in place. The elf's eyes took on a green glow as she watched  the slime's reaction closely to her potion when what the slime said finally hit her. Thinking to herself 'MY BRAIN?!'

Amy quickly stuck out a tendril to snatch up three more drops, exploding in size three times more, to 64 centimeters... Rather than remain a slime, the grateful being obliged the request and began to form a humanoid shape for itself. Legs, arms... a face... a tail... it looked much like an elf... albeit far shorter and FAR curvier than elves tend to grow, just in extreme miniature. "You got it ace! Well, I'm Amy. Kinda picked at random but it works. I'm a friendly, well intentioned slime whatever the hell I am. There's nothing I can't eat... and if I can eat it, I can also make more of it from my mass. Obviously this is a pretty boring zero sum action if magic isn't involved... but useful.OH! We could pretend I sacrificed all my mass to save lives or something. That's cool, right?"

Amy’s host smirked as a blush spread across her cheeks when she took note of the sensually  exaggerated figure the slime girl took. "Uh, yes! But what do you mean with magic precisely?" The elf gestured to the vial in her hand and her free hand glowed a little, too dull to distinguish a color yet. "Because I can keep going, especially if you'll be cute." The elf glanced away a moment and swore in elven, before looking back to Amy embarrassed that had slipped out. This was something different, but at base it was a slime. Zaril gnawed gently on her lower lip as she considered the events so far while Amy spoke.

"Well, this is admittedly uncharted territory, but apparently magic, y'know, can work on me... OR I can eat it. Probably something to do with targeting the body vs. targeting the soul and forcing it to act on the body blah blah magic. Obviously your potion works on me just fine, I got a LOT more than a drop out of it..." Amy wasn't willing to share just how much she'd gotten, specifically, quite yet.

"But if it's cute you want, the bigger I get, the more appearances I can take easily. And I already know what kinda cute you want~" The slime flirted, stretching itself up to a relatively more tall and graceful looking figure... one with tight abs and other features Zaril didn't quite see before the slime collapsed back to its shortstack look.

Zaril gave a smug smirk  at this. "Then I think we can have some fun. How about this for now and lets see..." The elf poured out four droplets next to Amy and took a step back from the table. "But you know...This is lovely as well." She did like the shortstack too. Normally, explaining the function of magic would involve a degree of defining all of the specialized words and terms that hopefully had transferred over with the rest of the language. . "So you know everything I know now or just parts of it?" The elf blushed after asking her question as the realization hit her that she may have given Amy the key to WAY more if she knew the elf's deepest desires for her dream partner.

Amy caught two of the drops as she answered, shooting to 256 centimeters. In a less private setting, it would have been a big deal, a tiny slime going from miniscule to positively amazonian... in the house of a twenty-five meter tall elf, though, it was barely a stepping point; both parties without true context for the other's size...

"Just parts of course!" Amy lied. She DID know the elf's fantasy... and that fantasy involved growing a perfect partner... not having a partner grow exponentially without her.

Amy grabbed the other two drops, ascending to 10 meters and reaching about knee height... or titty height for the elf since the slime was still on the table. She adjusted her body. Spheres became actual tits, with thick nipples jutting out. Her curves grew from large to unnatural, her waist shrinking and giving her an exaggerated hourglass effect that swayed in a hypnotic way no solid could... and her muscles began to grow taught, polished, and alluring.

"Is this close to what you're looking for?"

Zaril nodded with approval and broke into a wide smile. "Very close, a shame I don't have an outfit for you." The elf looked around as she grabbed her potions bag with one hand and gestured to the door with the other. . "So Amy, what other benefits do you gain as you grow?" The elf's poor poker face was slipping, unable to conceal that she LOVED the look of Amy already and wanted to bond with her. Yet she was still too embarrassed to say it directly. A giddy thought crossed her mind at what Amy could do with the other 24 potions and how she might react to the shrinking potions after a few shifts in the formula.

"Aside from the mass we've established I'm fairly free with? The usual, strength, magic, intelligence..." Amy teased as she headed for the door. "More control over my body is a big one. I could actually fit into SMALLER spaces now than I could..." to illustrate, the slime passed through the door crack as she waited for the elf, calling from the other side. "Yep, there's pretty much nothing but benefits to a bigger me."

Zaril’s brow rose as another smirk formed on her lips as she exited her home to see Amy outside. "Well then, how about we finish off this one then?" The elf gave the still mostly full doubling vial  to Amy before taking a few steps to the side. The elf's mind raced as she pictured more and more benefits of a bigger Amy on top of her getting even cuter.

As the vial landed right inside Amy she shook in alarm... she'd gone from microscopic to this in a mere ten doses... and now thirty more landed... inside her. While it was true she wanted to be that big... she also wanted to enjoy this planet, and growing a billion times over was just not the right result at the moment. She forced - FORCED - herself to only take a single dose, tucking the energy of the rest away for later.

The act of doing so caused a strange and frankly worrying tingling feeling, but she didn't think it could possibly be more significant than growing a billion times over. Instead she settled for a MODEST 20 meters, coming up to the elf's tits in earnest now... and beefing up her arms some before playfully hoisting her partner's chest, brushing across the nipples even through her blouse. "You know it's only now that I can really appreciate your size."

Zari blushed profusely at the blatant flirtation, that feeling was rare for the elf. "I. Uh. REally. Thank!" The elf's mind was racing to catch up but her mouth uttered more incoherent words as she attempted to register Amy's current stature. Finally after many moments and stammers. "So what should we do first as a couple?" Cursing herself in her mind for that slip as she did want to let Amy loose on the world. Shoot, she'd give her the whole tripling vial just so she could be the shorter one for once. Perhaps that would come, but she did want to experience more of her  than just a shared greed of her size.

Amy paused before she answered. "Well... I don't exactly have a lot of background. What do gorgeous girls tend to do around here? Visit an exclusive cafe and let the people around them ogle? Go for a walk along an ever-shrinking beach? I don't think I'd fit in a movie theater, and you definitely wouldn't! ...Actually, are you much bigger than everybody else?" The slime girl had context for very little in this world. She could probably put some feelers out to find out... but asking first would probably be more polite, especially if the citizenry WAS much smaller.

Zaril tilted her head and had to shake it. "I didn't quite catch all of that, but I do suppose I should suggest some things. Like walking somewhere and talking some more." The elf opened her mouth for topics to suggest but closed it after a moment realizing she'd be heavily focused on her craft and upon Amy’s enticing nature. Scolding herself mentally for going there already, but at least there was something she could answer here. "I am much taller than everyone else around her, in fact." The elf trailed off looking Amy up and down as if to measure her but really taking a good look at her. Beautiful! "I'd say you are if not close to ten times the size of most people"

"Ten times the size, huh?" Amy asked, assuming the elf was referring to volume and that most people would be a little under half her height as a result. "That does sound pretty doable for a night on the town, actually! Even if you haven't met the neighbors, you have to sometime, right?" Amy couldn't help but be a little curious about the world around her. The bigger she got, the more processing power she had. Already things seemed to be a little bit in slow motion, and already she could feel that she used to be... much much bigger than even this.

Zaril again tilts her head, wondering if a night on the town is the same as it would be for those seeing these towers approach the city. "Uhm, neighbors? Never had those, I live rather remotely for a few reasons." Out of habit as she was lost in the potential that wasAmy, she counted on her fingers as they moved with her words. "Well there'd be my reputation as a scary mercenary monster. Then all the damage I've done to the city over the years and these outskirts. Not to mention many bounties placed by vengeful...former bosses." She rubbed the back of her neck as she looked to Amy and chuckled nervously, aware that it was just the two of them reaching the main road of the forest and no one nearby. At least not yet.

Amy continued their walk along, kind of following the elf's subconscious steps. "What, a monster just because you're a tall girl? Pfft, talk about repressed. You look beautiful to me!" Amy called with a mischievous smirk, her attempts to look up at the elf's face still giving her a faceful of overhanging rack. "The damage does sound pretty fair, though, we can avoid that... and go annoy your bosses, if you want. Hell, I'd be happy to collect those bounties before springing you! It's an old gag but still pretty fun." As they passed, unnoticed by the giantess pair, livestock began to flee from them, ankle-height bulls taking one look at what was approaching and trying to get as far away as possible, rendering the journey rather silent...

Zaril blushed as she felt obligated to admit them not being wrong in particular about her being a monster. "Well Amy I may...have gone on a few  rampages to get back at those who tried to avoid paying me.. And uh, once for a pricey contract." Another forced chuckle as she blushed. It then hit her that she had just been called beautiful by the gorgeous slime, which was simply great to the elf.. The quiet walk was quite nice though, looking atAmy and finally making the choice. "Why don't we make a game of it then Amy? If they're hostile to us, we can rampage and..." The elf pondered, but it was too fun and exciting in her mind to hold it in. "For either method, you'll get more of the next potion based on points. For example" Kicking a rock, which was already rather large, into a tree to the side. Splitting its top half "That would be three points, one for the rock I kicked and one for the tree. And one more for that being fun, I mean uh well done"

"I mean I'm actually holding off on..." Amy started to bring up her unprocessed potion before realizing that MIGHT only encourage the elf-girl. Amy was definitely starting to see the benefit of being bigger than her partner, though, so she figured she should probably at least try to win.

That, and she was naturally a little competitive.

"So, just random destruction, points for style? I can do that." Amy reached down and scooped up a boulder of her own, one that was a little smaller... but her slimy body quickly started flowing around, reshaping her arm into a scoop a bit like a jai alai racket.

She reared back, taking aim at a much larger tree, and FLUNG, the rock exiting with considerable speed and striking the tree near the base... resulting in a hail of wood chips and pebbles from the somewhat obliterated structure.

"It's in the wrist," the slime girl smirked, slowly turning her hand back to a hand.

Zaril rose a brow as the way her hand shaped into something she hadn’t quite seen before. At best a horn broken in the middle without ruining the curve, but even that didn't do it justice. Unaware of the exceptional method of the throw, tallying most of it towards Amy's strength she blushed a little. "Wow that was..." Seeing her reshape the hand, she wanted to ask more about that but she was too into the idea. As well as intending it to take place in the city, sputtering out rather quickly. "W-well the-then! That'd be four points because..." The elf definitely wanted to say that it was amazing, but she didn't want to run out of praises before the main event started. "Really, really well done."

The duo were able to walk along in relative peace until they were within sight of the gate and... An army seemed to be on standby waiting for them. Blushing again as she did realize her demonstration and Amy's certainly would raise concerns with the volume caused by exploding trees with rocks. Rubbing her neck nervously as she watched their expressions shifted to horror upon recognizing the elf. Calling for reinforcements and setting up battlements. "So uh.... We may have some work to do before getting to our fun I suppose. Sorry." The elf had wanted to just walk in but she was infamous throughout the continent and being with a towering slime certainly left her in a bad looking spot. With a spark of magic a fireball began to form in her hand.

"Aw, I'm sure I can reason with them." Amy said brightly, putting her hand in Zaril's. The affectionate gesture was romantic and a little cute... but mostly stifled the fireball, sending it's magic right into Amy and raising her up a few more feet. "People of the city! I mean you no harm! I am but a humble woman like any other, seeking only to have a pleasant date and shop or something."

It wasn't the most charismatic entrance, and more to the point, the people weren't listening.

They saw only three relevant facts.

1. Giant Slime

2. The Giant Slime likes the menace

3. The Giant Slime is currently growing.

It was enough to send them into complete panic, a trebuchet launching a flaming boulder directly into Amy's chest, where it bounced off heavily before sending her whole body to jiggle.

"Well... this is gonna suck."

Zaril was initially  quite wary of having her fireball snuffed out, though seeing Amy swell a little larger kept her content aside from their reception. But then along came something the elf didn't take seriously until it bounced off Amy. Tilting her head a little before straightening it, she took an aggressive stance with both hands out and ready to cast spells. . "No one attacks my girlfriend like that!" And quickly, a fireball formed in each hand. Her rage at the treatment drove her to treat yet another small minded place to a rampage, regardless that the slime girl was totally unaffected.  "The game is still on Amy, just let me clear the way." Her arms arched forward, releasing them at the apex of the swing, before her arms crossed as she followed through.

Each fireball was a measly two meters, but they both held an immense amount of mana and would explode far more viciously than their size would suggest. . They traveled parallel for a moment before their rotation caused them to diverge little by little. When they collided with the wall above the front line’s heads each ball blossomed into explosions several times larger than the original fireball. . The force of the blast senta strong heated gust past the duo as debris went in every direction. Glancing to Amy smugly, the elf's fingers on her right hand began to cackle with lightning. "Well dear, it'll be all you once we're in the city. I'll deal with these....pests."

"Hey this isn't that kind of relationship, I can pull my own weight!" Amy teased, forming her fingers into points... before extending them through the wall and turning her hand, cutting massive chunks out of the wall. One particularly bold soldier jumped on to her hand, attempting to cut through her before a small spike shot out and punctured her wrist, forcing her to drop the weapon... a spike that then coiled into a tentacle, wrapping her up and sucking her inside.

Amy communicated with her captive for a moment, trying to see how safe it was to be inside of her... only for said captive to immediately start thanking her, praising her, and asking for more...

Amy wasn't ENTIRELY sure what that meant, but it didn't sound like dying, which meant that absorption was probably preferable to a lightning bolt to the face.

Amy cut off her hand... and let it finish absorbing a couple drops of potion, the disembodied mass immediately shooting to several times its size and flooding the wall, capturing all the people inside. Having 'grabbed' the citizens, Amy reconnected with her hand, the increased mass raising her up high enough to look Zaril in the face.

"See much nicer!"

"...If you just WANT to rampage I can leave you some"

Zaril blushed once again  at this display of such unique abilities from the slime, even if it was for a time not attached to her girlfriend. "Well I..." Trailing off looking from Amy to the city and seeing there was definitely more, the elf let out a sigh of frustration. "You may, but at this rate I'm wondering if a touch of mine would help let us have some fun." With a smirk she made a gesture, lightning cracked loudly between her fingers and they already fled.Her eyes narrowed as, another sigh slipped out when she realized the magic brigades could tell how potent the attack would be. Her arm started to lower but she simply shot the farthest side of the wall. Debris was launched in every direction from the impact while the bolt cackled and slipped along the wall for dozens upon dozens of feet.

"I suppose that worked as well, err...Shall we?" She looked over at the subdued people who were all content. Happy even, she expected something quite different but Amy's method did stop them at least. Waiting for Amy to wrap up her method before taking the lead and continuing walking towards the city, unaware of the ballista lined up to fire from the town square. At least until they were released, which Zaril did quickly attempt to pull Amy aside to avoid the large bolts raining over them. Those emerald eyes showing plenty of anger at another offense against them. While unlikely to hurt Amy at all or ever hitting the elf, the intent was warranting a more rampagey Zaril to show the fruitless effort by shutting it down.

: "Now hon, don't get TOO angry, most of them are just doing their job," Amy said agreeably, picking a few splinter-sized ballista bolts out of her flesh with a smooth 'ploop' as they regrouped. "Besides, we could always..." another bolt shot Amy right through the eye, smooth golden surface rippling as it shot straight through.

"Okay FINE this is a problem and I'll deal with it. Test my patience, why don't you..." Amy let herself take another couple of doses, shooting up to almost a quarter kilometer in height, a true titan of a being who raised one foot over the city... and allowed herself to flow freely down, flooding away some angered troops... and sinking into the noses and throats of various bystanders. Not killing them... but steadily reading their minds, adding to the intellectual assets of the beast as she looked for interesting ideas…

Zari blinked a few times as the inevitable stomp happened to be an actual flood, the view of Amy above her was great in that moment and though she was now looming over the elf. By plenty! Yet she looked around to see content faces from the alleys and roofs she can see past. Taking more steps closer as the defenses were thoroughly overrun by a flood of slime.

The minds of these people were mostly terror, but quickly shifting to worship and appraisal. Many desired to keep Amy with them as her presence touched their minds, as for what she hoped to find... An alchemist was coming close to making a compound that'd make Amy's slime inert from the reaction, removing her ability to control herself and to retain her shape. But now they were thinking of reactions that'd harden the exterior of Amy but keep her fluidity, but didn’t have any ideas yet. Another thought to set her aflame, unaware that'd be ineffective against her. Now some wanted her to absorb the whole city enroute to the country? Another one, another one...... More and more came to worship her and want her only bigger. One of them began to entertain moving the whole city inside of this new titan, for defense purposes, of course. It was the king's mind, far from his palace, to guide the chaos.

A king who kept magic both ancient and secret. Amy tried to be responsible, really she did, she made him generous and friendly and willing to lead his people selflessly and even a little smarter, now that she'd seen a few genius brains with her little probing tendrils. But soon the temptation was too great and she could only offer ONE bit of self control.

"Hey Zaril, do you think it would be cool if I was omnipotent? I mean, a lot of people say that would take all the satisfaction out of life, but I'm feeling pretty cheery so who knows! I probably don't deserve it at any rate, yeah?"

Zaril raised a brow at this question, but smiled widely. "I wouldn't have an issue with that love, if anything a smarter, bigger, stronger you is always lovelier." She attempted to wink, but her ineptitude at being subtle made it look strange. Deliberately widening her left eye and excitedly grinning to slowly close it and reopen it. So not necessarily a wink upon thinking about it. "As for deserving it." She shrugged earnestly "Well you can do it that'd be a way of earning it isn't it? At least I'd think that's quite deserving for a lovely one like you."

"Yes, I suppose so..." even as Amy let out a small smile with the head she formed back with her elf lover, she was spreading her influence wider. Another Amy budding off of her and heading for a wizard's tower, a flood of arms coming for the soldiers with their ballistae... Amy was harvesting processing power. Some of it for her new alchemist friend, to let him cook up his inventions quickly, and perhaps even make a few of Zaril's own toys (for Amy wasn't quite willing to flood the elf herself). But all of them stayed small, making do with what mass Amy currently had.

She was saving it. She wanted to consolidate it all for when she reached the ancient magic, the King's Magic. A last resort spell, one that converted biomass to raw power, enough to do ANYTHING. In ancient times, in the kingdom's last resort, soldiers would sacrifice themselves to power the magic and fend off invading armies. The mass of a thousand people could turn a mountain into the most beautiful fortress ever made.

Amy was currently the mass of one MILLION soldiers.

And she was trying very hard to stay small.

Zaril looked on with a smile and mild confusion, seeing more Amys in other areas and each growing slightly. More and more of the city yielded to the slime, her gentleness coming through as those she took in(so far) spoke only praises and paradise within her. Well, thought and vaguely communicating beyond their current situation.

Yet so much mass was being added to Amy as some either very willing or not knowing the situation attempted to dive into the slime girls. Zaril leaned onto the wall as she looked on with an impressed and confused look,unaware of Amy learning of the King's magic. Something she's heard of but more so thought of as a fairy tail at the time, not even remembering that spell to this day. But more came out of the castle, calmed down by those standing a short distance from Amy's many bodies sharing how their best attacks only aggravated the peaceful one before them. Gesturing to Zaril watching was the final touch to any that'd doubt the tale and situation, from their eyes.

As the untouched finally lay down their arms and bowed, Amy had to regroup with her giant girlfriend, sending about a finger's worth of herself over to the elf, hoping to spend some time curled up on the massive cutie's chest... only to find herself staring down at the elf, almost double her height... and still growing.

Amy looked over the city. Her smallest self was towering over Zaril while the rest of her just kept growing. Even suppressing the serum inside her wasn't enough, every human she touched gained the knowledge of how to make her bigger, and all of them seemed quite inclined to do just that.

"Heheh, I told you that - OOOooOO..." Amy's lecture to the little elf got cut off by a wave of pleasure, opening her mind to all her bodies letting her get a taste of the FUN some of them were having. "I told you that they were good spirited at heart! You just have to TRUST people, you know?" Amy smirked down between her tits, the massive orbs as big as her body had been at the start of the conversation

Zaril looked up in awe, her jaw barely not dropping but would if her own mind wasn't fighting off her own excitement. Still smiling widely at this Amy before her who was still towering over the elf and naturally seeing her.. All of her get bigger by the moment. "You have." The elf did shrug and add "But you are much more charming than I am Amy. That and uh..." Looking away shyly instead of trailing off she muttered "I kind of attacked this kingdom on a contract some time ago." Giggling nervously and quite poorly faked, rubbing her neck as her gaze looked back to Amy's body. Sliding up past(but paused on) her bust to see her face above then back to the breasts as they were definitely WAY bigger than a second ago. She swallowed with her eyes wide, as her usual smirk quickly turned into a wide grin. With that higher pitched voice her words only further confirmed her enjoyment of this so far "Well this is a decent beginning for my lovely girlfriend."

"Beginning, huh?" Amy sassed, "You know I could probably vaporize the planet already. How much more do you really need? I'm genuinely asking. I feel like a good use for all my power might be as the whole world's loving mother, making sure you don't have to sign any contracts that would hurt you and getting lots of nice presents~"

Amy swayed her hips, the motion sending a ripple down her amorphous legs and into an earthquake that passed harmlessly through the town as a base of slime flopped over it to hold everything in place... and give a little hug.

"What do you think, am I the mommy type?"

Zaril did give it some thought, just how big did she want her partner. With a wicked grin and a sigh, she admitted "I suppose it isn't a need, but I would have to admit. The bigger you get, the lovelier you are. And you were lovely to start with." Her eyes gazed past at the largest Amy in the city. "But beyond just your traits..." she blushed to look at her favorite titan, attempting to keep it somewhat serious but her mind clearly going elsewhere before opening her mouth. A shake of her head was enough to keep those words at bay while she answered. "Amy, you certainly are my love. So gentle, kind and warm." As she spoke, walked up the huge Amy's face. "And I will never get enough of that." She blushed a little as that simply slipped out.

"Hmm, well I've got good news then," Amy said, giving the elf girl on her face a gentle lick, the closest to a kiss she could give without leaning back on her amorphousness, "I don't really think me not getting bigger is an option at this point. In fact, I've got a few gifts from you I've really been putting off." Amy began to rise skyward, body multiplying again and again as she finally stopped holding back, bits, mere BITS of her rising mass going to the cause of rewriting physics so the planet could stand beneath her.

"Planetary, system sized... the more a let myself grow before I use it all up, the more I'll end up having to grow, but the more I grow now, the more opportunities my new subjects will have to grow me in the future, it's quite a dilemma, isn't it dear?"

It was a good dilemma to spend eternity on.

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Elsewhere in the multiverse, a much more composed, less translucent Amy emerged, human sized, into the basement of a laboratory where a griffon was looking her over. “How was your trip to Dimension 912?” He asked curiously. “Decent enough!” Amy said in return, “Fought a few dragons, saw the fantasyland sights… I think I lost a fingertip though.”

The griffon looked at her again, specifically at her intact hand, and raised an eyebrow.

Amy saw his look and grinned, “Oh I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about what the fingertip will get up to without me.”