Grow, grow, grow

Sophie: "I don't know what's the destruction-to-growth ratio that my magic follows... Let's see if I can work on provision."

Still lying down, you close your eyes and concentrate intensely on the idea of 'More, more, more'. Let there be nothing to hinder neither your growth nor your desire for it. MORE!

After daring to take a look, you can clearly see that not only have you seemingly crushed the entire city underneath you, you appear to be growing steadily without any input.

Sophie: "Holy... Fuck! Yes, yesss!"

A one-woman rampage ensues. Nearby towns and areas fall prey to your quest for wanton destruction. You wipe out entire cities with increasingly insignificant effort - at first with your boobs, then your feet. The fourth city you erase with a single long lick, leveling everything down to bedrock.

Sophie: "Mmh! That's a treat, ooh wow! I'm beginning to see what all those fictional macro ladies are eating cities for. Then again, I guess there isn't much else for me to eat anyways..."

While this path of utter carnage extends ever further, your growth in turn accelerates. In only an hour, you've surpassed ten thousand kilometers in height, and have to resort to eating entire countries at once. However, the taste of ruin and suffering is the sweetest condiment you've ever chanced upon, and the crushy sensation of countless lives being smooshed between your boobs is magnificent - almost ethereal. The entire human civilization and all life on Earth is reduced to a snack for you.

After cooling off by finishing your last bites of Antarctica, you are far larger than Earth itself. The blue planet in its entirety disappears into your voracious mouth without a second thought.

Your sights are set on rest of the solar system. By now you know that there's no turning back - you'll end up growing exponentially and eating everything in the universe. You also know that as you grow, by all logic your consciousness should function much slower. At certain point the synapses in your brain are each separated by a lightyear in distance. However, as was established, you are magic. Such earthly matters are irrelevant to a Goddess such as yourself, and you rival the entire universe in size within five more hours.

Your head and toes inch ever nearer to the edges of the universe.

Sophie: "Okay now... here's the moment of truth. What's gonna happen to me?"