Her thunderous footsteps making the world rock and tremble around her, swaying to the beat and brimming with aroused excitement. How could you not be turned on knowing you live in the same city as someone so famous? So BIG? No one can resist staring at her as they pass, craning their necks upwards and ballooning permanently in size within their clothes. She looks totally stunning working the street corner. It's her rightful place, prostituting and showing off here rather than lounging indolently upon some gilded throne. Clothing is beneath her, but striding around in a pair of thigh-high boots to match her iconic gloves (and only occasionally, a micro-thong too) makes her feel pretty. Today she's not wearing panties, so the whole city gets to enjoy the sight of her enormous vagina flashing playfully and wantonly, drooling huge globes of clear arousal onto the sidewalk below. She can hardly move or pose without moaning, the slightest motion causing aching spasms of stimulation to shoot through her nethers as the clench and swell. The crowds of hyper-endowed and normal individuals gingerly weaving around her high heeled boots tremble in sympathetic orgasm, very few of them sporting assets smaller than their own bodies thanks to wandering so close.
Don't be distracted by her thick pheromones, though, spiraling off her body in thick tendrils of visible rose-colored perfume! By far her greatest assets are the ginormous, naked blimps jutting from her chest. Her mammoth hooters slosh and sway with deafening, thunderous groans of rubber, the cartoon sound effects coming naturally to her since she's essentially a lurid growth video literally come to life. Right now they're merely the size of her entire body each. Would you like them to be even bigger? Forget the picture for a moment and just imagine to yourself instead. As a fantasy, anything goes. She could be casually walking around with moon-sized globes without breaking a sweat, if you liked. That's super fucking hot too. Yet no matter how impossibly huge she is, though, from her point of view her tits are just big enough to be the bare minimum she considers attractive, something that wouldn't even qualify under her definition of "hyper!" And while her amazonian muscles are capable of lifting one end of the whole continent with ease, and her beautiful, apartment-building-sized ivory butt-heart is mooning the buildings with a flick of her gigantic, silky tail, rest assured that all of those are but a micro-fraction of her real size too.
Of course, she wouldn't be content to simply zap into this futuristic red-light district looking like this without pushing the envelope. She has a standard to uphold, and a body as huge and beautiful as hers takes WORK! Luckily, soaking up the ambient data and electrical energy in the air is great for building size and strength... So don't pay it any mind if there are arcs of electricity racing across her ten-story-tall parade balloons or her skyscraper-crushing biceps. They won't affect you if you're not digital - and in fact it's a GOOD sign, cause it means she's growing even BIGGER... AGAIN. By the time the clock strikes midnight, she'll be colossal enough to lovingly smoosh the entire downtown area into her cleavage and carry it away.
I could continue lavishing praise upon her perfect, made-for-masturbation figure at length, but rather than continue with this sexual soliloquy, I think I'd rather like to consider the setting instead. After all, it's not every day I get a commission with a background, and for this one the general vibe was very important indeed because it's the sort of thing I love to imagine most. When it comes to hyper, growth, macro... you name it, isn't it just hot if it feels like it's normalized? Like, it's just another mundane Tuesday if you swell ten times in size. Growth drugs are easily purchased, if surreptitiously so at times, and work safety standards are so shoddy and lax it would be strange if you didn't end up orgasmically transformed at least once in your whole career. In a place like this, I don't think it would be totally strange to imagine the whole world as one gigantic, horny red light district. And as I just gushed about at length, Renamon is certainly one of its most famous and beloved stars. Did she naturally gravitate towards this imaginary utopia? Drawn there as the place that would be most suited for how she is? Or did it blossom into being like a feverish wet dream because of her existence, her mere presence causing reality around her to take on a more deliciously debauched quality with the ease of rewritten code?
Perhaps it doesn't matter. It's wonderful to think about. The purest distillation of furry fetishry and fulfillment, and she towers over everything at the center of it all!
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When I had the chance to commission
\n\t\t\t\t\tjollyjack, this was the one and only idea I knew I would possibly want as my first picture from him. This commission an acquaintance of mine got from him has lived in my head rent-free ever since I first saw it (And while you're at it, check out this follow-up by mamabliss~). I think every one of us can agree that when it comes to furry icons, Renamon is the absolute top tier. So naturally although I wanted a picture of her being gigantic in as many ways as JJ was willing to draw, my imagination naturally back-filled in a positively ridiculous justification with an over-the-top fantasy of her being quite LITERALLY larger than life as a living representation of her popularity and horny infamy within the fandom. I suppose you could say it's like when someone becomes the embodiment of a divine aspect... except in this case, she's embodying her own metaphorical presence, instead. Weird, but really, really fun to think about, too...Anyway, this is such a great piece. I'm so glad I could cross JJ off my artist bucket list, hehe~ That being said, though, I do restrain my commission prompts to work best with the artists' particular skillsets, so in many ways this Renamon is much more reasonably-sized than my own personal preferences would dictate... as the raving madman's monologue above probably indicates. :P She's still so lovely, though! Perfect in every way. And... you know, I genuinely think that Renamon would be delighted and eager to hear that if I were to get another picture of her, I'd want her to be even bigger next time. 💖