Guurble.

The pulse in Bentley's sole was a thick one, startling the old man enough to drop his pen reflexively. In a single, sudden throb, his feet were frantically tingling inside his tall boots, his toes shuddering as he flexed them in experimental curiosity. Against his sole, right foot specifically, he could feel a prickly, treaded texture against his skin, pressing hard and heavy with immense, diesel fuelled power.

It was a tyre he was feeling, a thick, massive, heavy duty tyre, used for huge off-road vehicles. But if it was just some joyride in a jeep, Bentley's foot wouldn't be feeling such intense discomfort. No, this type of tyre was even bigger than that, person sized almost, and nearly just as wide. On top of that, there were multiple pulses. One throb, two throbs, three, then four, and most vehicles only caused two, much more gentle pulses. Eight wheels then, an eight-wheeled truck of heavy duty, off-road, and most likely military use. American military, if the sheer excessiveness of the machine was any indication. Each nation's vehicles all had this unique texture to them that only a sense of touch as powerful as his could discern, and blimey, was American design noticeable. Bentley could almost visualize the model, but what was it usually called? Hemtt, or something? Bah, he was never good with cars or trucks, especially ones from so far west.

Besides, his concern was less on what the vehicle was, and more on why it was being driven so close to that isolated water oasis that he had specifically wanted to keep an eye on. It could just be a research team trying to record some previously undiscovered landscape, though the sheer aggression with which the mystery truck had driven over his footprint, and the lack of care for grace it did so with, gave Bentley far too many second thoughts on the idea.

So, with a grunt, the old man lifted himself from his desk, and began to thumb over a small, golden ring upon his left hand. Foolishly, in his eagerness to keep watch over the oasis until actual researchers arrived, Bentley had pressed his feet into multiple spots on the surrounding earth, creating numerous footprints of relatively equal age. This meant it was near impossible to visualize the exact location of the vehicle in his mind's eye, especially thanks to both the sheer distance his office was from the location, and the texture of his boot insoles muddling up with the texture of the tyres. Good thing he wasn't wearing socks today, or else this would almost be frustrating.

Oh bollocks to it, anywhere outdoors would do. If the distance was too vast, Bentley could just balloon up big enough to make it a walking trip, and even then his presence at such a size would surely give the perps pause.
So with a light press into the ring, a sparking, emerald glow fizzled in the air before him, an ethereal, jagged split in space that slowly stretched and widened like the tearing of paper, until what could only be described as a 'large hole in reality' formed in the tiny little office space. Through it, Bentley could see the vast, daylight-bathed plains of the African wilderness, extremely tall grass fluttering in the breeze. With a bright smile, Bentley took a moment to appreciate the sight and it's absurd contrast to his equally cosy office, before the idea of urgency once again flared in his brain, convincing him to hurry through.

"...Aaaah" Bentley then sighed in satisfaction as the portal quickly vanished behind him, his eyes gazing up into a beautifully clear sky of blue. "..Sorry for the wait dear, I had papers I needed to grade. University stuff, y'know?"

The shift was immediate, the artificial warmth of his home quickly replaced by the rustling breeze, as the interior space vanished around the old Professor and disappeared into the fading portal, replaced with open sky and wide, disorienting horizons. It was a blissful relief to an outdoorsman like Bentley, however he didn't have much time to appreciate the change in atmosphere, because now both of his feet were feeling that irritating texture of those excessive, overcompensating tyres.

"M-mmmrrrph, urgh." He grunted, before the smirk returned, as his eyes drifted down to his boots. "Right then, I'll just quickly get changed and see what the fuss is."

And with that, Bentley sternly cleared his throat, breathed in deep...and within seconds after, his shoe size bulged, his boots quickly getting snug, pressing into softening flesh.

RRrrrrGGGgrgrgGGRRRrrrruuuuuuuurrrrrrRRRRGGGLE!

Within moments, the sand-coloured safari suit, neatly tailored to fit his average body, was shrinking tight against his frame, seams tugging and stretching, straining against rapidly increasing mass. Silky smooth grey was starting to spill across his skin, his limbs starting to bloat with increasing bodyfat and expanding muscle, his toenails already thickening and tinting into that lovely metallic magenta, as his fingernails quickly followed suit. In fact, digits on his right hand were already getting more and more swollen with each millisecond, his ring and pinkie fusing into each other's mass, as soon the now fully glossed fingernails expanded and thickened until they practically consumed the tips of his fingers, forming bulky claws.
Bentley had watched the entire display with an idle flexing of his bloating hand, and his grin only widened further as his wrist continued to puff and fatten, straining the cuff his sleeve tighter and tighter until 'PAP', the button sharply burst off, exposing his pulsing flesh, and something across its gleaming skin. As his sleeve ruptured and slipped up his forearm Bentley watched in satisfaction as black, beautiful patterns slowly darkened into existence before him. Tattoos. Complex, winding, and expressive markings were spreading across his body, easily mimicking that of traditional African artwork, but with Bentley's own perspective and self-identification weaved into the design work, as if his own method of self expression was being painted onto his skin. And seeing his tattoos again, on such a sunny day where they glimmered wonderfully in the light, made Bentley's smile widen even further.
Crrrk-crrrk-ck
This eager smile began to distort however, as protrusions welled in the mouth of his skull, before starting to extend and push through his warping upper lip. The sensations of sprouting his tusks wasn't too far off from numbing injections he'd get from the dentist, so whilst there was thankfully no pain, Bentley did have to try and wrestle control of his jaw to keep himself from slobbering everywhere. A task made all the more difficult, thanks to the rest of his head similarly starting to distort and reshape, his scalp growing cold as his hair began to thin and shed, his ears stretching, flaring, and expanding out as everything grew louder and louder, all while his nose-oh lord his nose-erupted in sudden tingles and burbles, each and every newly sprouting nerve ending taking ages to settle, as the flesh and bone in his face swelled and spilled forward.
What didn't help was that, of course, this was causing his glasses to uncomfortably pinch against his face, and then once they inevitably slipped loose, they could only precariously dangle there, distractingly, on the bridge of his increasingly sensitive, prehensile, and still growing trunk.

Crrr-rrRRRR-RRRrrrrrRRRrrrrRRRRKKKRRRNNNN!
Thankfully, the changes had already adjusted to fix Bentley's vision back up to standard human quality, so the near-sighted blurriness left from his glasses failing to cover his face didn't last long. He didn't really need his eyesight in a form like this, what with his senses of smell, hearing, and particularly touch all rapidly intensifying in strength to ridiculous degrees, but the old professor did still enjoy the ability to actually watch his transformation progress. Especially since the rest of the buttons upon his shirt were starting to strain against his torso.
Gurrrble, gurrruruururrrble.
Throb. Throb. Throb throb throb.
"UrrrrRRRRrrRrrRRRRrrrrrgh...."
Bentley grunted at an aroused length as felt his softening pecs swell and pulse against his shirt, ample, inhuman musculature bloating and sculpting into his torso. The sheer intensity of the shirt and undervest digging into his plush bulk was sending waves and waves of gratifying pleasure through the old man, as he watched his hulking chest bulge, deflate, ripple, and bulge even bigger, his shoulders letting out satisfying crunches as they stretched and broadened, digging into his sleeves. Said sleeves were skin-tight now, deliciously so, and Bentley could feel the cuffs sliding up his forearms in a slow, squeezing crawl. Silky smooth, utterly hairless skin, was slowly spilling out of his presentable clothing like flowing water from a breached pipe, a pipe that was continuing to strain and deform against the mounting, swelling pressure. His torso was getting too fat, too massive, it was filling too much space, and the loud 'Crr-rR-r-r-rrRR-r-R-R-R-RRRR' from his dapper belt and resilient breast buttons was exciting Bentley deeply. And this excitement was only fueling the growth further, encouraging him to swell bigger.

CRRR-RRR-RR-RRRRRRNNNN
Throb, throb, throb, throb, throb, throb, throb-blubblub.
"Oooorrhhhh, oohhh b-blimey." The old man moaned, feeling his body pulse, and pulse, and pulse. Taller and taller he stretched and swelled, his clothes squeaking and shrinking across his expanding body, more and more skin growing exposed, as even Bentley's tall glossy boots, previously neatly touching his knees, now were barely peaking out over halfway up his shins, his legs ballooning out from their tops in a smooth inflating swell, the leather pressing and squishing into his softening flesh. before with a shuddering chuckle, he tightly clenched his mutated fist.
CrrrrRRRRRNNN-RIPRI-RIP-RIII-IIIIRIIIIP!
And with that motion, his arm had bulged outwards juuust thick enough to loudly burst the sleeve open, the tidy fabric splitting and fraying at it seams, as the sleeve tore into gash-covered tatters to expose the gleaming grey flesh. A soft grunt huffed through Bentley's mouth at the sensation, the sudden flash of the breeze against his pumping bicep making him shudder excitedly, and his head began to move to get a better view.
BLURSH-BUMP, BUH-BUMP, BLUB-BLUB!
However, before he could, Bentley suddenly felt his pecs ripple thickly, the belt and buttons across his front pinching even tighter, shaking tentatively. Blinking, Bentley let out a small squeak of curiosity, before his gaze swivelled to his chest, and:
RRRK, RRKK, RRRRRRRKK-K-K-KK-
PAPAPAPAPAP-BMMPRRIIIIIP
Within a sudden bulge of expanding pecs, Bentley's formerly dandy coat and undershirt loudly burst across a silky soft chest of rippling musculature and ample fat tissue, the buttons across the old professor's torso rapidly popping and pinging away until the coat sprang open, whilst the polo shirt underneath strained for a scant few milliseconds, before tearing and ripping into spiderwebbing threads, letting the breeze caress even more of his skin. Bentley had loudly moaned during the process, though he now found it was a little tricky to see given his tusks and trunk had fully grown, magically manifested jewellery glimmering on the former. But he had certainly felt it, from the tightness, to the squeezing, to the release and the chill wind, and with his sense of touch growing more and more potent, it was a relief worth his entire, several million networth. Which only made him yelp as he felt the pressure move from his chest to his hips, waist, and crotch, the large belt cracking and tearing along the leather surface, as an alien pressure built and swelled in his lower back.

"GhhGKK, oh boy!" Bentley stuttered, a blush forming on his cheeks as his eyes squeezed shut.
Grrrruuurrrrrrgglerrrr-crrrrrrrRRRRRRNNNNN-
RRRIIIIIIIP, POP-PAFF
A low growl rumbled in the mutating and increasingly elephant-like man's throat, riding out the flustered, boiling pressure in his lower regions, until with a relieving, ripping snap, a long, whip-like tail tore itself through the seat of his trousers, its tip tufted in fur the same sheen as his now absent hair, before both the belt and the trousers' zipper loudly snapped open across his crotch. Instead of his underwear however, when the trousers began to tear across his butt and loins, what grew increasingly exposed was a sleek, dull brown fabric, complete with a belt of its own, just with a golden buckle instead of the silver of his previous. These underclothes weren't straining against Bentley's growth like his safari suit, instead they flawlessly stretched and grew with the rest of his transforming body, neatly slim fit around his expanding thighs. Bentley knew of them, of course, he knew his modesty would remain regardless of the size he grew to. But the blush still warmed further as he felt the cuffs of his human trousers began to slip out of his boots, exposing the bare skin from where the underclothes ended, as well as the first items of his more decorative lower leg wear.
Largely because he knew what part was coming next.

BLURRRRMMMPH, BLURRRRRBBBRRRRNNNNN
"Ooorrrrmmmph!"
For down below, within increasingly tight footwear, Bentley's feet were continuing to expand, his soles bulging, ankles swelling, heels inflating, and his toes having already grown thick and heavy, merged together from pathetic sets of five to two trios of massive, hulking digits ending in more of his magenta claws. And to his delight, Bentley could feel them getting heavier, much heavier. Thicker, stronger, bigger, bigger, bigger.
CRRRRrrRrRrRrRrrRRRRRRNNNN
Already, his once professional boots had deformed and bloated, sculpted around the soft, expanding curves of the swelling shapes inside, and by the gods, the sensations. Bentley's sense of touch was soon at an utterly excessive intensity, but around his extremities, especially his feet, the power was getting beyond human comprehension. Luckily, being transformed by divine energy into that of a demi-god elephant meant that human limitations weren't exactly a problem for the old man. But still, whew, was it quite distracting.
Luckily, it was distracting in a good way. A very, very, very good way.
BLURRRRRNNNNNNNPPPHHH
"MMmmmmph, y-y-yyeees, aaaaarrrmpphhMMPPH!"
Every interior seam, every wrinkle of the insole, every loose hair or grain of dirt or spec of dust, Bentley's fattening soles and toes and arches and heels could feel the exact, minute texture down to the very atoms, making his desire to strip his feet completely bare all the more enthralling.
THRRUMP, THRUMP, THRUMP, THRUMP, THRUMP-
Though, from the extensive pumping and thickening flow of fat tissue down Bentley's legs, it was quite clear that his transformation, as always, was going to do it for him.

BlurrrrglgerrrrnnnnnnnnnNNNNNN
Soon however, another grunt left Bentley's mouth in a hasty chuff, as he felt his right leg began to shake. Growth was pooling into it, rapidly, and his foot was throbbing and throbbing, his boot shrinking tight. A growth spurt was kicking in, and it was starting in his legs, causing his wonderful feet to pump and swell far too big to be anything but completely bare. By the gods, did having a foot kink make this power all the more delightful.

"Mrrrfffph, mm-mmrrfff!" The growing, swelling, mutating elephant man moaned excitedly, as to relieve the overwhelming pressure, he gently raised up the expanding foot-
BLUB, BLUB, BLUB, BLUB, BLUB-
Only to feel it swell, and swell, and swell, and swell, tips of magenta claws piercing through the front in a 'pik-pik-pik' of splitting seams-
"GgkgkrrrrrRRGKGkkKGKKgk!"
Pap-Riirrrrmmmrriiii-riiiii-iiii-ii-iiIIII-
-Right before more seams began to rupture, the flustered professer's eyes widening as he watched patches of that gleaming, silky smooth grey flesh breach through splintering cracks in squished dollops and lumps, the tops splitting across glittering gold anklets-
"MmMMMMMMMRRRRRGH!"
-IIIIRRRRRIIIIRRRRRRIIIIII-RRRRII-I-I-I-IIIIIII-
PUMP, PUMP, PUMP, PUMP-
-As the boot continued to peel apart across his flesh and skin like the tearing of wet paper, the rips cracking open with increasing violence like the snapping off glass, as the cracks and splits and gashes exposed more and more of the expanding shape of his ballooning foot, with stitches bursting into strings across the squishy ball of his foot and wriggling meaty toes punching through the front, all while the bottom cracked and splintered and tore away from naked skin of fattening, swelling sole, the back bursting against a bulbous heel as the increasingly mighty foot of elephantine strength swelled and swelled and swelled, ripping itself bare and naked until it grew so heavy that it just had to be-
"Aaaaaaw lovelyyyYYY-"
PAFFBMMPH

At last, with a earth-shaking stomp that thundered across the sky, Bentley's swollen foot swung back down onto the ground with a ridiculously heavy impact, hitting with enough weight and force to crack and splinter the stone underneath. If the sheer blast hadn't ruptured any seams in his boot, the sudden bulge of so much swollen flesh certainly did the job, the glossy leather loudly splitting and snapping across his expanding arches, letting the refreshing soil deform around his swelling footprint, caressing the relieved, hyper sensitive skin-
PAFF!
Bentley's eyes darted to his other boot, feeling pressure release across his toes in a sudden pop, and he looked just in time to see his remaining toe claws bursting through the front in a hefty shove.
Rr-r-rrIII-I-II-IIIIIP!
A grunt and a giggle followed, because soon after, the leather began to split and tear across the side of his shin and foot, exposing his ankle and arches and toes as they pumped and swelled to hurriedly match his other foot.
PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-PUMP
RIIIIP, RIP-RIPRI-IIII-RIP-RIP-RIPRIPRIP-RIIIIIIIP
Bentley could only clutch his now fully formed trunk in giddy satisfaction, as he, practically helplessly, watched as his feet ballooned out from underneath him, bursting his boots into splatters of scraps until they disappeared underneath his bloating soles, stripping him barefoot aside from the jingling anklets and jewellery that had been exposed in the violent ripping apart of his uniform. Speaking of which, the growth spurt was now accelerating, letting Bentley feel his remaining sleeve burst across a rapidly mutating arm, until 'RIIIIIIIP', both his coat and shirt exploded clean off his back, showering the ground in fabric scraps as the gleaming tattoos bloomed across his exposed skin. The trousers soon followed suit, tearing across the much more appropriate underclothes until they too burst away, leaving Bentley in nothing but his jewellery and the lovely brown trousers.
BLRRRUBRLBLRBLBLBLBRRRRRBLLURRRRRRRRB!
By this point though, the safari suit didn't just burst off, it had essentially vanished for Bentley's size was swelling and swelling and swelling until it was extending a full metre each millisecond, the sheer ecstasy causing him to moan and roar, his voice ringing out across the African plains.

Soon, the final piece of Bentley's human clothing, the little pair of golden glasses, tumbled from his trunk and fluttered down, down, down his expanding body, before clattering to the ground.
"Aaaaaaaaah....right then."
And with little hesitation, 'CRRNCRK-CRACK', Bentley tilted one of his now utterly engorged, mammoth feet, and pressed it down onto the accessory, feeling it crunch and crack and crumple against his bare skin in perfect detail, despite standing at over 30 metres of height...and climbing still.
"Let's go see what the trouble is."

With that, Professor Bentley, the Wild Sentinel of Africa, strode off towards the trace of Hemtt tyre track, each footprint he left getting bigger, broader, and more swollen with every new addition...

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Hookay, would've preferred to do this on the 10th, since I feel 10 is a more fitting number for Bentley than 12, but that's life interference for you. March has proven to be a very busy time for me, in the annoying "surprise, do this" way, but as someone so deeply attracted to Macro and growth, I had to do something for Macro march. Luckily, I had an artpiece of my Elephant character, Bentley, (Who you can read up more on over at my art account, [URL=]BuildingBullshit[/URL]), done up by  catmonkshiro laying patiently in my files ever since christmas, it just needed the right time to post. And well, what better time for a huge growing Elephant man than the month dedicated to big growing creatures?
Happy macro march.
I really wish it would stop sneaking up on me.

Artwork by  catmonkshiro