Lara Croft lived for the thrill of discovery, but nothing prepared her for this. Deep in the Amazon, chasing rumors of a cursed Mayan relic, she finally unearthed it—a glowing orb pulsing with ancient energy. As her fingers grazed its surface in the heart of a crumbling temple, a surge electrified her body, her muscles flexing with unnatural power. Then, growth: she swelled upward, her iconic tank top and shorts stretching impossibly to contain her expanding frame, seams creaking but holding fast. At 50 feet, then 100, she towered over the excavation site, her braid whipping like a rope in the wind.
Her first step shook the earth, flattening a jeep under her boot with a satisfying crunch that sparked a grin—along with a few unfortunate rival mercenaries caught beneath her tread, their screams silenced in the mud. “Well, this is a find,” she quipped, her voice booming through the jungle, scattering birds and the remaining tinies below.
Those mercenaries who’d tried to steal her prize now looked like ants, darting between ruins in a futile scramble. Lara’s adventurer heart raced—this wasn’t just survival; it was supremacy. She crouched, her shorts straining over her powerful thighs, and plucked a fleeing merc like a toy, holding him before her smirking face. “Should’ve stayed out of my dig site,” she teased, then, with a playful glint in her eye, wound up like a pitcher and tossed him like a baseball. He sailed in a high arc, vanishing into the dense canopy with a faint yelp, his fate left to the jungle.
Her rampage was pure exhilaration. A casual kick sent a stone archway tumbling, dust clouds rising as she strode through the camp, her boots leaving craters where tents once stood. Her tank top hugged her curves like a second skin, outlining every flex of her abs as she heaved a massive statue aside, its fragments raining on the tinies below. From her towering height, the site was a plaything—crates like matchsticks, jeeps like toys. The relic had unleashed her restless spirit, amplifying it into something unstoppable. As she stood atop a ruined pyramid, one hand on her hip, the other tossing a boulder into the canopy, Lara laughed, the sound echoing like thunder. The jungle bowed to her now, and with the world at her feet, the next adventure was calling—bigger than ever.
Tags: growth, growing woman, giantess, fan art, rampage
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Story by Venom484 |
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Artwork by Enroc |
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