Written for a thread on /d/. Contains, uh, a woman’s head growing to gigantic proportions. The pun at the end is pretty inexcusable.
When her hair started falling out, Mandy was somewhat alarmed. Sure, she’d been warned that the experimental nootopic drugs she was taking might have some side effects, but this was a little much! She was halfway through calling her doctor when a sensation of intense calm washed over her, and she put the phone down and went back to her bedroom.
Mandy stood in front of her mirror and ran her hands over her newly bald skull. It felt… incredible. Every inch was beautiful, she realized, and feeling her fingers brushing along the smooth expanse was breathtaking. Eagerly, she watched as her head seemed to quiver slightly and then inch taller. Carefully, she peeled off her clothes as her head continued to expand.
She could feel herself getting smarter, a dull orgasmic sensation as miles upon miles of new neural pathways were formed and reformed as her brain expanded in her skull. To anyone else, it might have appeared as if Mandy had somehow merged her head with an underinflated beach ball that was growing bigger and bigger. She already couldn’t reach the crown of her head anymore, and it seemed to be picking up steam. Frustrated, she tried to stretch her arm all the way up to stroke the very top of her bloated skull, then completely instinctively telekinetically lifted a pencil from her desk and began using the eraser end to massage the top of her head.
As soon as Mandy realized what she’d done, her vast dome was surrounded by a cloud of small objects, each one controlled by her immense mind and massaging her scalp. She groaned as her skull passed the three-foot-wide mark (something else she instinctively now ‘knew’, as surely as she found she knew where everyone else in her apartment building was standing and, more importantly, thinking subconsciously). Noticing that her head was about to bump into the ceiling, Mandy switched to floating indian-style a few inches above the floor, the vast cloud of objects gradually falling away as she switched to direct cranium stimulation using her telekinesis.
As she floated there, Mandy began to catalog precisely what she could sense about her environment. Everything within a mile, she determined, she could understand and control down to a subatomic level, with the radius of that sphere increasing linearly. Beyond that, she could sense the basic layout of matter and energy within three hundred miles, and that radius appeared to be increasing geometrically. She moaned with pleasure as she realized that within a few hours, her enormous, powerful brain would be able to sense everything on the planet!
The crown of her head was once again encroaching on the ceiling of her bedroom, which meant it was closing in on a diameter of six feet. Carefully, Mandy began testing her control over matter, vanishing first her bed in a haze of subatomic particles, then a few more pieces of furniture, then, with one powerful thrust, the entire contents of the apartment above hers, including the floor and the nasty old man who lived there, Mr. Henderson, who had always leered at her when she came home from the gym. Now she had some space to really let her brain spread out.
First, however, she turned her vast intellect toward her body, still sitting cross-legged beneath her behemoth brain. It would not do for the body of a being as impossibly powerful and perfect as herself to be as plain as hers was. With a thought, she rebuilt herself, giving her hips and breasts a powerful boost while shrinking her waist down to waspish territory. Where there had been a “pleasant” (in the words of her last boyfriend) pair of B-cups now sat a delicious pair of improbably perky DDs. Her previously average hips were now wide enough to truly be called broodmother-esque, and her skin was utterly hairless (to better match her incomparable cranium) and flawless. Idly, she began ravaging her newly-perfect pussy with a telekinetic dildo, allowing a small portion of her consciousness to be consumed with orgasmic joy.
Mandy’s skull had continued to grow during this process, and she knew that she would soon have to leave her apartment complex and reveal herself to the world, like a beautiful butterfly bursting forth from its cocoon, but she wanted to delay this for as long as possible, so that she could have as wide an area of mental control as she could — after all, she was certain that some elements of humanity would reject their obvious new queen on sight, even with her preternaturally gorgeous braincase. With a thought, she evacuated the rest of the tenants, teleporting them to a vacant lot a block away, then emptied the building of internal structures and drifted her titanic skull to the middle of the void.
"I hope you’re ready," Mandy said, her voice dripping with honey and every bit as alluring as a mythical Siren. "Because I think things are going to be a little different around here from now on."