Dominance Is Just The Start (Patreon Commission for ScalesyScales) (Patreon)

TAGS: Amazon/Mini-Giantess, Breast Expansion, Growth, Clothes Bursting, Corporate Domination (oooo)

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Straighten the tie, check the shirt for any wrinkles, adjust the suit so that it hugs the form just perfectly enough to keep people guessing if something is hidden underneath. Snap the fingers and call for the help to provide whatever assistance they could, scurrying around at her feet trying to be slightly useful and yet failing miserably; she didn’t keep those things around for their ability to get anything done though, the lizardess just enjoyed watching them flail in their pitiful attempts at getting some attention out of her. It always made her feel wanted in that odd way that only having subservient slave creatures could.

Still, she had more important things to do than attend to a group of kobold that barely even reached her knees, let alone get remotely close to the size they needed to be to even so much as capture a single sideways glance from her; tonight was board meeting night, yet another opportunity for Aleksi to put herself on display and cow her supposed peers into submission, again, through sheer force of presence. Not like they had any choice in the matter; they may have moral compunctions regarding the large number of black sites that the company hadn’t been running ever since the lizardess took over the mantle of CEO, or the wide range of equally-secretive and non-existent projects that weren’t generating oodles of profit from sales that didn’t actually take place, but trying to raise their voice to raise an objection meant doing so to her. And while plenty of those spineless, gutless cowards might be happy to plan her downfall when she wasn’t in the room, even so much as staring at her directly was far beyond the capabilities of any of them.

She liked that notion, it made her smile. To know that all it took was to step into a room for the temperament of all those within to be quenched, smashed to bits and promptly ground up into a fine powder for her to blow through an open window. She’d made a game out of it too, just sitting down in her fancy chair and waiting for someone else to start talking, only to shift her head to face them and stare them down, hoping that someone, some day, would garner the courage required to actually keep speaking after she did so; none had so far, but Aleksi still did it, rolling the dice each time… and that day wouldn’t be any different. The meeting had been called by one of the senior partners, who expressed a “pronounced worry” regarding some of the operations that had been expanded into the southeastern Pacific, specifically the parts where the company was allegedly diverting funds to the creation of airstrips designed to bring in materials to help construct “large-scale, military-grade fortifications” that were “excessively visible” from satellite imaging. Now, Aleksi knew for a fact she couldn’t possibly explain that away, not even with her own brand of exquisitely-crafted bullshit, but that was the thing.

She didn’t need to.

On the way over to the meeting room, her kobolds ensured that the final touches were put in place in order to maximize the impact the ten-foot lizardess would have on walking through the door. It wasn’t enough that everything in the upper level of that building had been built to her specifications, leaving all of her “peers” seriously undersized compared to the upholstery and furniture, but she had to know for certain that all eyes were on her. Thus, her little helpers “adjusted” her clothes, opening up the buttons on her shirt so that her cleavage spilled out just enough to be impossible to notice, tightening the belt so that her hips flared out even more, picked away at the seams to leave them just vulnerable enough to rip properly once she had to pull out her lewder tricks. They were quite useful in that regard at least; bunch of horned-up, lustful little ‘bolds whose existence revolved around servicing their “goddess”, of course they were happy to get their hands on her. At least they knew when to back down; a single clap of her hands and an angry stare was all that was needed for the crowd of kobolds to disperse back to their quarters, lest they have a repeat of what happened to Torz a couple of months prior. Still hadn’t recovered.

A moment before entering the room, Aleksi undid her tie; the only reason it was there was for the entrance anyway, where she would take it off and throw it at the closest member of the Board, so there was no point keeping it in place any longer. The giantess took a step forward and swung the door open, every single eye in the room instantly turning to look at her, transmitting just the right amount and kind of information to have a blush develop beneath each pair; Aleksi herself made sure to accentuate her curves by deliberately sashaying with each step, before sitting down at the very end of the table and swivelling a couple of times around on her chair. It was a childish move, sure, but it just served to drive the point home that she could literally do whatever she wanted to affect that meeting’s “standards of decorum” and there wasn’t a single thing anyone could do about it. ‘Twas only then that she noticed the tie was still hanging loose from her neck and onto her cleavage, though given what she was going to have to do eventually, Aleksi figured it’d be best if it stayed there.

As usual, she said nothing. The lizard just sat there, staring at the three dozen or so members of the Board of Directors, waiting for one of them to take a stand and try to say something against her. She took special notice of one of them in particular, the little mouse who had called the meeting in the first place, and was now attempting to blend into the environment as he conspicuously avoided looking in Aleksi’s direction. The giantess didn’t even try to hide how much she was enjoying it, licking her lips openly and even being so bold as to occasionally grope one of her breasts in a way that could charitably be described as “somewhat discrete”, not that it stopped anyone from seeing it for what it was. It was all part of the game, all part of the performance that she put on each and every time she was called to that room; they demanded to speak with her, so she presented herself and waited to be yelled at, and surprisingly, always had to start the conversations herself. Funny how that worked.

Not a single peep came from her captive audience, whose spines had all mysteriously vanished and were nowhere to be seen. A few dared to sneak a couple of glances in her general direction, but never anything more than that; to go further would be to confront her, to engage in conflict with a woman they knew they couldn’t measure up to, and that would be naught but folly to a group of, effectively, worthless corporate executives. It made for a wonderful soirée at least; if not for that meeting, Aleksi would probably be sitting around in her bedroom watching trashy television. Then again, shit TV would probably be more entertaining than sitting in a silent room for upwards of an hour, so the lizardess began to check her wristwatch every once in a while; as soon as fifteen minutes passed, she would make the first move herself.

As was to be expected, someone in the room cleared their throat, presumably in an attempt to start saying something, and Aleksi quickly scanned her audience for whoever it may have been, identifying the source as one of the people she herself put in charge of a research subsidiary somewhere in the middle of Sub-Saharan Africa. The young man very rarely spoke up at all, given the tenuous position he was in, and that he would dare think to get the first word in was actually enough to slightly annoy the lizardess, whose stare could probably pierce through reinforced steel with how intense it was; predictably, the little cat quieted down and said nothing more, sinking into his seat in an attempt to pass by unnoticed for the rest of the meeting. Content in her dominance once again, Aleksi sat back on her chair and resumed her passive observation, absentmindedly playing with her loose tie.

A tie that gave her an idea. It wasn’t every day that she got so many people in one place who all had to pay attention to her, so why not kill two birds with one stone and enjoy herself during work hours? After all, those nanites she had injected into her bloodstream a couple of weeks prior had worked wonders during her more private hours, so surely they should be capable of doing so during more official ones; besides, with the amount of cleavage she was already sporting, adding a little bit more to it wouldn’t really hurt, plus it served as a wonderfully effective intimidation tactic in those vanishingly rare occasions she’d had to try it out.

As such, the imposing giantess allowed the nanoscopic machines coursing through her to start congregating in two very specific spots on her body. Suddenly, her chest began to feel hot, a comfortable warmth that filled her just as much metaphorically as it did physically; with the nanites replicating at their maximum allowed speed, it wouldn’t take too long before her tits began to swell outwards with renewed mass, very quickly filling up her entire shirt, pushing heavily against her bra, and straining the fabric to the point where it began to audibly groan. Aleksi made sure the expansion was kept at a reasonably slow place though; growthsplosions where she lost control of herself and ended up buried by a pair of body-sized tits as both of her hands were squished by a set of thighs thick enough to smash through doors as they pleasured her nethers were fine and all, but those were better left for behind closed doors. What she wanted here was something to cow her Board of Directors into submission, and keeping her growth at a state where they’d have to keep looking to make sure that it was happening was the best thing she could do in that regard…

… at least at first. Even the most unobservant among them would eventually notice something was off, since even an inch every few seconds added up to create a bust that spilled obscenely from her much-too-tight shirt, riding lower and lower against her chest and closer to the table they were all sitting at. Aleksi even went as far as to deliberately ignore it happening; she could’ve very easily brought her hands to her tits to openly grope them, but it made for a far better scene if she instead kept her fingers interlocked right in front of her face, as if she wasn’t relying on her peripheral vision to inspect her slow swelling almost as much as she was observing her peers for their reactions. It was a shame she hadn’t decided to stuff those things behind buttons; would’ve been great to see what they would do once those things started flying off after being kept on the edge of breaking for however long it took.

And still, none of them said anything, giving the lizardess plenty of reasons to keep bloating, even past the point where her areolae became visible and her nips bulged out so much against her shirt and suit that their shape was practically unimpeded by her attire. Everyone in there could hear the cloth groan, complaining loudly as it was torn apart at the seams, ripping open to vent some of the soft flesh desperate to bulge out from within. There was more skin and scale visible than hidden at that point, with the squished cleavage widening and deepening as Aleksi’s clothes ceased being able to keep her contained; though they fought valiantly, they had their limits, and about five or so minutes after she first allowed her tits to start swelling outwards, the Board was treated to the sound of her business shirt loudly ripping apart, the lizardess’ tits smacking against her torso before flopping out from her open suit. They were past the halfway point to her navel and still growing, their underside already resting against the varnished surface of the table, now forced to billow outwards as they smushed against the wooden furniture. By the end of it all, they were left big enough to hang down to her waist and jut out a good foot or so from either side of her torso, should Aleksi stand up, and given the way she was sitting, everyone else was left looking at a pair of breasts big enough to leave only their boss’ face visible.

It was at that point that the giantess decided that enough was enough. If no one was going to say anything, she wasn’t about to sit there and do nothing for goodness knows how long… especially not now that she’d inadvertently made herself horny enough to have her hands almost subconsciously move towards her nips, unashamedly playing with them using her index and thumb until they began to harden, and her arousal started to slip out of her control.

“You dragged me all the way over from my penthouse, presumably because you wanted to shout at me for turning this company around,” she declared, making everyone else present wince, “and yet now I sit here, wasting my time, when I could be using it doing so many better things. Our operations in Sicily aren’t going to run themselves, you know?”

She could feel herself growing hotter again. Her hands couldn’t stop, massaging the front of her breasts, pulling and tugging on her nubs, only egging her on further. She would start growing soon enough.

“So unless any of you have anything of worth to say, I’m calling this meeting off,” Aleksi carried on, having to work double-time to keep her voice under control, “and heading back home to actually do something worthy of my limited time. Anyone?”

The question wasn’t meant to be answered, especially not given that the CEO was now openly pleasuring her own tits and seemed unable to stop, even after getting up… and revealing that her lower body had surreptitiously gone the same way as her upper half.

“Good,” she concluded, “then I guess we’re done. Please try not to call me again unless you have anything of note to say, or else I might feel inclined to reassign you to a more practical staffing post.”

With that, she turned around to face the door and promptly marched out, hip-checking it on the way out in order to shut it close. Her breathing was labored, her brow sweating, the blush on her cheeks becoming brighter; the increased sensitivity of her bust constantly caught her by surprise, and now she couldn’t stop herself. Her hands danced across her breasts, squishing and kneading them to her heart’s content, squeezing them to stimulate further growth. She was going to be buried by those things and moaning loudly enough for the whole building to hear soon.

Back to her room.