Sectonia's patience was rapidly approaching its limit. When she demanded something, it struck her as only reasonable that it be granted to her - when she demanded something /NOW/, it struck her as only reasonable that it be granted to her in at least a sufficient time-frame! She had been waiting within this damnable cathedral for minutes now, having sent all of the heroes of her little kingdom to retrieve the object. It wasn't like they were devoid of means - wings, teleportation, they should be able to do it in at most...five minutes! But it was six minutes, and counting. And that was ridiculous.

"My Queen?" Ah, one of her servants. Queen Sectonia was quick to whip around, to make the irritated expression upon her face visible - her antenna furrowed into fury, her wings twitching erratically.

"What."

"My Queen, we have the artifact that you demanded..." From the building's egress, a wooden crate - large, slatted, and obviously stuffed to the brim with cotton to ensure a lack of damage to whatever was within. Sectonia observed this latter bit with bitter annoyance - surely they could have saved thirty seconds or so if they brought the object to her without the stuffing, perhaps by hand - but they likely knew, as well, that if they failed to deliver it intact that their punishment would be much worse than mirror lateness.

She was quick to step forwards, the tips of her long legs gently tapping against the stone as she drew near the crate. With that, she opened the top, and immediately pulled out her prize with her unusual strength - a mirror, full-body and capable of reflecting every facet of her visage. This wasn't the only reason she had even demanded her world search for the object, as she had plenty of mirrors to gaze at herself into. No, this mirror had another function... the only object, as far as she knew, that could enhance the beauty even SHE bore. And that was a prize worth coveting, no matter the cost. And now... it was her's!

"Dismissed." she barked to the servantry, who were more than happy to scamper off. She could bring this thing to her room later - for now, she wanted to test it. She journeyed back through the expansive cathedral, to place it centrally against the olden stone altar, for a religion long since forgotten with the advent of her own form. "Mirror..." she stated. "How do I look?" And with that, she made sure to flourish her body - her relatively petit, 4'5" form made for stark contrast to her breasts reminiscent of beach balls, and even starker contrast with the sheer three feet of length that pulsated to life before her body. 

The mirror, to her partial surprise, replied. "You are a divine figure, Queen Sectonia, and your visage is unrivalled. But just because it is the best amongst your kin, does not mean that it couldn't be better. Would you like to be improved?"

She was perturbed by this, of course - improved? She could not...could she be? That irritation was quickly drowned out by her sheer vanity, of COURSE she wanted more! "How can I improve?" 

"Countless ways." assured the mirror...and without further ado, could she feel her breasts beginning to swell! Beach balls were nothing, after all - her brassiere, pathetic as it was, fell to shreds not just by the growing size of her chest, but by the mirror's will! The sensation was slow, torturous - but by the end of it, her breasts were more adjacent to her knees, bulbous and flowing forward from her clavicle. 

Inwards, Sectonia was delighted - but she couldn't convey that. She wanted to milk this damn mirror of everything it was worth! And even though her rapidly-erecting length was about ready to rub between her own breasts, she contributed naught but a haughty huff! "You must know, mirror, that breasts are terribly overrated. Is that all you have in store?" 

"Of course not." the mirror responded. "You see, Queen Sectonia, your visage is too valuable a thing to be hidden away from the common eye. You deserve to broadcast your eternal beauty to the world, so all may know of it and long for it. You are not anywhere near my plans for you."

"And then what?" she inquired, in turn. "You will simply place me upon every screen or other thing across the galaxies? I could have done that myself."

"You'll see." The mirror had taken her comment about breasts to heart - and near shattered itself with the sudden, massive SURGE of her length! Three feet of member became six, six became nine, and nine became eighteen - her prodigiously massive length not given time to erect just yet with the sudden onset of flesh, curving past the mirror and laying against the cold stonework, more than three times Sectonia's height. She wasn't even allowed to recover from this sensation of growth, nor the lovely feelings of cold upon it - for her balls, too, exploded outwards proportionately. Six foot wide testes were nothing to frown upon, especially given there were two of them - so swiftly, she found herself sitting upon her own balls. By the time she had been drawn to sit down, even, her rear was 8' wide in total to accommodate! 

Mercifully, Sectonia's armless hands allowed her to grip the mirror, and tug it atop the base of her member, so she needed not worry about shattering it. Her arousal was rising, heavily - and the idea of being massive, like this? Who wouldn't want more, in her position? So, she leaned into the mirror - lidding her eyes and doing her best to sound sarcastic, even if the trembling feeling in her breath gave away her arousal quite blatantly. "Surely that isn't all, mirror! If you say so much about 'showing off my beauty to the world'..."

This time, the mirror sounded almost annoyed - they had played coy, and Sectonia was pushing her limits. "I can grow you so much, so fast, you wouldn't even have time to appreciate it. I am doing my best to grow you at a steady rate so that you can feel it!"

With that, Sectonia just barked a sharp laugh. "Oh, foolish mirror! You think I care? The only feeling I need to know is the adoring gaze of the licentious crowds! You will make me BIGGER, and you will do it FASTER."

Woe, the world hadn't time to prepare. The explosive mass of her rear, her length, her balls forcing their way into existence was so rapid that the planet wasn't able to be destroyed - it simply found a new place atop the cleavage of her rear, shunted into another location much like how one would teleport. Dear Sectonia's rear was stunning 68,000 miles in width - those not forced to look at Sectonia's body could look down from the high perch of the planet, to see the 180,000 mile width of her ballsack extend into the distance. Her breasts were not forgotten either, of course - what sort of body do you need to call 46,000 miles of chest a 'pear-shaped body'? Sectonia's obviously. Her member extended far over the horizon, if any horizon but her body still existed - a stunning 800,000 miles in length.

"Satisfied?" The mirror was bitter, and sarcastic - clearly trying to teach Sectonia a lesson. But the Queen was having none of it - she simply leaned forward, a grin visible in the radiance of her eyes even where she lacked a mouth. "More."

No sooner had the Queen's decree registered that her wish was granted - a single millisecond was all it took before the galaxy was no longer orbiting the mysterious center, but rather, orbiting HER. The planet was long-lost to the cleavage of her rear, the first of many, no doubt - and the waves of stars all around her body reminded her, almost, of the gentle waves of the ocean, especially with how they reverberated in response to her growth. Her length needed no introduction, extending far beyond the reach of the galaxy at a monumental 225,000 light years (1,350,000,000,000,000,000 miles) - her breasts a 'meager' 50,000 light years, her rear a 'not particularly impressive' 126,000 light years, her balls a 'decent' 150,000 light years.

"Are you pleased, now? Your body has surely overwhelmed every sap-" "Shut up, mirror." Sectonia was swift to cut off any potential monologuing. "I don't care anymore. Just make me BIGGER."

A millisecond could have been an eternity in comparison to her next growth spurt - a mere nanosecond later, her body had grown tremendously once more. Sectonia could feel the...NOTHINGNESS that once existed, only to be replaced by her sheer BULK. The galaxy? HAH! The universe? HAHAHA! Her still-trim waist exploded outwards into a mass of rear 1.19^9x10 wide in light years - her length penetrated the black abyss between universes, a monumental 9.48^10x10, her massive reservoirs behind her 4.25^9x10. Bah, but her breasts, so paltry! As she gazes upon the fields and planes of her own body, she could sense that they were still a diminutive 1.1^9x10, and that...was not queenly. Not even remotely.

Yet, even through all of this, she could feel naught but...a sense of boredom, a sense of entitlement. This was no monumental growth. This was no incredible sensation! Nay, this was much like her rise to queendom...this? This was what she DESERVED! This was what she was always meant to be. And it was OFFENSIVE to be seen at such pathetic tiers of growth! She needed to be far, FAR bigger than this. "Mirror." she stated with a sense of contempt in her voice. "You have played enough games with me. I deserve to be bigger. I KNOW I deserve to be bigger. And you will grow me accordingly!"

The mirror obeyed, without snark - why, if the mirror's emotions could be sensed, it would be reminiscent of fear! The Gigaverse, the Zetaverse, the Teraverse, the Metaverse, the Colossiverse, even the Omegaverses were nothing - mere mile-markers on her road to glory. The concept of existence was naught but her own body, or specifically, her tremendous endowments. Her form was no longer a mere biological entity, but a concept - all of reality that had been crushed in her longing for larger growth were practically spliced onto the surface of her form, ecosystems rising and falling in the time it took her heart to beat once, as everything tried to adapt to their new conditions. Time was little more than a toy for her, really - her perception of it's flow would allow her to do really, whatever she wanted. She could spend an eternity in but a second - or she could speed it all up, at her idlest whim. This...THIS was her normal. 

"I have filled all of existence with you." the mirror stated, harshly and angrily. "Perhaps now that you have demanded your 'entitlement' and understood what it feels like to be at this tier, you will shrink down to a more manageable size and allow me to show the world what you are made of?"

Sectonia's anger reached a fever pitch at the very concept of 'smaller' of course. What was this stupid mirror going on about? This WAS her natural. "Did I not tell you to cease your prattling, and your games? You are my SERVANT, mirror." She leaned forth, upon her own, reality-breaking breasts. "And you have FAILED me." Her grip around the artifact was powerful, far more powerful than even she could have anticipated. Her magic and size weren't the only things that increased - nay, every facet of her, should she desire it, could multiply nigh-infinitely. And not only had she just absorbed what the mirror could do for her own sake... but she had shattered in beyond existence, beyond oblivion. The mirror was so thoroughly destroyed that the very concept of it cessated existence.

Naturally, Sectonia had grown herself this entire time. Why did she halt here? Why, she could admonish herself for her foolishness! There was no time to take in her body, her length which had grown to penetrate time itself, her balls which were scraping against the plastic-wrap like boundaries of existence. The fabric of time and space was quickly eclipsed - as far as Sectonia was concerned, it didn't even exist. It was a PART of her. Infinity was breached in a way terribly finite - void and infinivoid were filled. The Eldritch, faster than even the speed of light, came to be known and discarded as childish knowledge to the Eternal Queen - and non-existence was given something to, indeed, exist.

What lies beyond even that? Can a mortal mind even conceive of the sheer beauty Sectonia has ascended to? Perhaps it is best not to look, lest she bleed through even reality to outgrow that as well. But if the mortal mind cares to look...there is one thing to confirm their suspicions. http://i.imgur.com/YNvrxVj.png