Spreading the wealth.

“Wow… Love the new look Suzie, tangerine orange is REALLY your colour!” Snickered Jen, covering her face to hide her blush as the giant demoness stood with her arms crossed in the center of the room, surrounded by her staff. The rest of the ladies looked up at their mistress’s new form with a sense of awe and mild envy. Compared to her in terms of height and mass, they were mere children; barely standing to the height of her waist and craning their necks just to look up at her face.

Forcing herself to rest on her knees, the blue skinned giantess huffed in annoyance, her massive bust wobbling under the skin-tight confines of the tube dress she wore, the neon plastic material creaking under the strain of containing her chest and thighs. “It was the only thing that could fit me…”

“Girl, this PLACE can’t even fit you.” Felicia slowly circled the blue demoness, impressed that even on her knees, she was still several inches taller than everyone else. Her body was now solid and chiselled with muscle that would have looked more familiar on the she-hulk at her maddest, and at the same time so curvaceous even the most full bodied porn queen would have looked up to the new Susan Storm with envy. Sporting hips wider than a car tire and breasts easily the size and heft of bowling balls, the woman was a goddess of feminine power! “Honestly how did you even get here without a parade of horny men and paparazzi following you?”

“She can turn invisible, remember?” Piped in Mary Jane, elbowing the other blue succubus and making Felicia wince. “What I want to know is how can you have those horns and not have a sprained neck?”

The rest of the succubae in the recreational floor looked to each and murmured in agreement, nodding with the same thought in mind. Compared to their own single pair of horns, Susan had an impressive rack and not just the one being contained in the tacky tube dress she wore. Three sets of horns jutted from her skull and scalp and curled into each other like vines; a combination of cow, ram and antelope horns that grew to over 2 feet in length at their shortest. With that much bone growing from her skull, everyone figured she should be slouching, or her neck would break from the weight. “I don’t know…” Tapping one of her horns with her finger, Susan gasped when she heard the ‘thunk thunk’ sound it gave off. “They’re HOLLOW!”

“Oooooh!” The entire staff of succubae responded.

“So, what’s your plan then? Redesign the place to fit you?” Asked Janet, leaving Susan to sit deep in thought, her long tail swishing behind her like a cat and nearly taking out the legs of Cleo and Lamia before they backed away. “Well the place DID come with a truck ramp before you hired someone to brick it up.” Offered Felicia, she and the others trying to think on how to deal with their now gigantic friend and employer. Shrugging her broad shoulders, Susan turned to the petite Janet and pulled her in close. “Well… This is worth a shot.” Confused, Janet was unprepared when she was pulled in for a chaste kiss, her eyes going wide and gasping into Susan’s lips. Not because of the act, but because of the torrent of essence flooding into her. Before the eyes of everyone present, Janet suddenly began to grow and change; quickly growing in height until she was at least 6’5 from her previous 5’4. Her muscles throbbed and swelled, straining her top and skirt as her breasts expanded to full DDs and the hem of her skirt rip below the seams to give room to her wider hips, thighs and longer legs, developing an apple bottom rear. Her shoes tore and burst apart to free cloven feet while a tail shot out behind her over the denim skirt she wore. When the kiss ended, Janet staggered back, almost needing help to stand on her new cloven feet as she quickly got used to her new center of gravity, her tail helping in that regard once she found her footing. An amazon in comparison to her old self, Janet breathed in deeply, still feeling the surge flow through her like an adrenaline high. “WOW!... What a rush!”

“Phew… One down, who’s next?”

One by one, Susan began to pour more of her essence into each of her friends and co-workers, the result of which making her shrink and deflate in size and strength with each generous offering. By the time she had offered as much as she was willing to the last of her ladies, Susan slumped back and tugged at the tub dress she was wearing, now oversized and baggy on her body as she hugged herself tightly to keep herself dressed.

All around her, Susan sighed with relief to find she was back to human size when she gathered herself up and stood to her full height, meeting her friends and harem at eye level. Eye level with a group of women standing seven feet tall! Looking themselves over with surprise and the aftereffects of pure elation, the succubae giggled looking down at their improved figures and height.

“Hmm, if my Spartan king could see me now…” Mused Helen, flexing her arm and smirking at the bulge of muscle. Then looking down to give her meaty rear a slap and find the surface barely move from the strike.

“Oh yeah, THIS I’m used to.” Smiled Jen, looking down at her Amazonian physique and hefting her larger chest with a chessar cat grin. “Then again, the She-Hulk never had horns before.” She opined, taping her now longer horns.

“Or a tail.” Replied Cleo, looking over her shoulder to see her new long tail swish behind her. “So… Why the gift my Mistress? Darrius was NEVER this generous.”

“And that’s why I’m not him! Or that bitch Vallar.” Hugging her dress close and keeping it from slipping off her body, Susan put her cloven foot down. “From now on we share what we get, that way not one of us gets a swelled head from too much power… Or gets too big to stay here.”

Looking to each other and slowly liking the idea, Susan smiled in relief when she found they all settled on accepting her decision. “As you wish my Mistress.” Bowed Catherine, followed by the others in the harem.

“Good, because I for one am grateful I can walk around here without my horns scrapping the… MOTHERFUCKER!” Caught once again with the low hanging chandelier getting tangled into her horns, Susan struggled to free herself while her harem tried to calm her down and MJ guide her out of the light fixture.