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There’s a lot of things that can go wrong when you’re running what, for legal reasons, cannot be referred to as a Jurassic Park. One of the dinosaurs suddenly growing to monstrous size through nothing more than their own wounded pride and sheer, vicious need to be both the biggest, bestest thing around and the centre of attention, though, probably isn’t something that would be high up on the list of possible problems - but that’s what’s happening to Alice the raptor, after having having adoring humans stolen away from her by the park’s resident T. Rex, Charlotte, one too many times. Not only is she growing, hugely - bigger than raptors, bigger than Tyrannosaurs, bigger than buildings - not only is she absolutely revelling in how massive and powerful and attention-grabbing she’s becoming - but she isn’t planning to stop.
Ever.
It’s been a while since a story so hugely overran my estimates for how big it’d be - pun intended, in every possible way - initially I was thinking this’d be a quick little thing to bash out before moving onto the next bigger story… But, well, given that ‘part 1’ is part of the title, you can probably guess that didn’t quite happen. Still, I’m not complaining - I wanted this year to be one focused on bigger stories, even if it meant a reduced overall output from how much I wrote last year; and besides that I’m generally just happy with how it turned out - on top of managing to include a three-war growth war (at least as the story goes on), and dinosaurs (gosh, it’s been a long time since I wrote anything with dinosaurs!), and a thing with talking/intelligent ferals again, all in the same story; all of which are things I’ve really wanted to do more with. Besides that, it was mostly smooth sailing, besides getting knocked around a little again by some recent busyness - I’m glad I just barely managed to squeeze this in for Macro March (hopefully, at least - part 3 is still being proofread)!
Contents:
Raptor/velociraptor (female)
Female growth
Talking/intelligent feral
Feral growth/macro feral (raptor)
Macro/macro growth
Growth via anger
Power/size-hunger; growth/size-obsession
Destruction (buildings, vehicles, etc, but harmless to people)
The odd bit of swearing/rude language
Word count: 3,780
FurAffinity’s reader can be useful, but it can be a bit iffy on mobile - I’ve included the story below, and as always you can download it if neither option suits you!
If there was one thing that Alice liked, it was attention. Eyes looking at her - eyes widening when they locked onto her, in amazement or fear or shock - eyes unable to tear themselves away from her. Humans beholding her in what could only be called awe put a pleasurable tingling sensation deep into the pit of her stomach; an all-body feeling of pure satisfaction so potent that it almost defied description. It was a good thing, then, that Alice lived in what could perhaps have been called a zoo, and what most certainly could not be called a Jurassic Park, as the humans that ran it, from the lowliest gift store shelf-stocker to the richest executive, constantly protested (in tones that varied from 'call it Triassic Park goddamnit because that's what it's called and we're proud of our trademark and copyright and so on' to 'call it Triassic Park goddamnit because we're balancing on the razor's edge of trying not to get sued over here'), because that meant a steady steam of humans coming every day to gawp and gawk at her in her enclosure. It was also a good thing that Alice was a velociraptor, because if there was a single specific type of dinosaur that was popular... Well, admittedly, there were lots of popular kinds of dinosaur - but velociraptors were right up there.
Ever since that one film had come out - That One Film, with Jurassic in its name, that Triassic Park staff were fairly sick of hearing about at this point - raptor had stopped meaning 'bird of prey' and started meaning 'this specific sort of dino', and even though Alice knew none of this she most certainly appreciated the attention it had indirectly sent her way. If Alice had been able to talk to humans, they might have told her that stegosauruses were old and boring, at this point - triceratops just didn't hold the appeal it had in the old black-and-white movie days, and baryonyx was just a big boring crocodile if you really thought about it. Velociraptors were cool, velociraptors were popular and deserving of attention just like Alice herself.
They wouldn't have said this, though, even if it was all true - because humans couldn't talk. Oh, sure, humans were smart in their own way (smart enough to know that Alice deserved attention and free food and water without going to the effort of hunting and finding a watering hole, at least), smart enough to build parks and chatter amongst themselves with the funny noises they made - but not smart enough to talk. Only dinosaurs were smart enough to talk.
Dinosaurs like Alice. And, to her infinite dismay - dinosaurs like Charlotte.
Velociraptors, like Alice, were popular. But mere popularity just wasn't enough to describe the number of humans that constantly flocked to see Charlotte, every minute of every day of every year - because she was a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Something about her seemed to amaze the weird scaleless creatures to an even greater degree than any other kind of dinosaur; they were amazed by Alice and the other raptors like herself - but Charlotte utterly enraptured them. Perhaps it was her size, or the way her lumbering steps made the ground shake, or maybe the way she deliberately showed off during feeding time for any humans that happened to be watching, exaggerating every movement, every motion of her jaws, every bite and chomp and pull. Every now and then the giant female would simply roar so that the entire park could hear her - and especially so that all of the other dinosaurs could hear her, too. Whenever she was taken out of her enclosure so that it could be cleaned or maintained in any way she made sure to stomp extra hard whenever she walked by other pens, so that the vibrations could be felt by any other dinos present.
Alice and Charlotte had never actually met face to face, let alone talked in any sense beyond the latter's various rumbles and roars being heard as they washed out over the park (and, Alice hoped on some level, Charlotte in turn hearing her own chirps and squawks, and perhaps finding herself feeling remarkably indignant and annoyed that any other dinosaurs could even be heard over the noises she made) - the humans were smart enough to keep dinosaurs of different species separate, on top of having an uncanny ability to know exactly when and how to separate individuals before spats could evolve into fights; and even if they weren't and didn't, Alice still wouldn't have dared to talk back to a Tyrannosaur of all things - but despite never properly even meeting the bigger female, Alice thoroughly hated her. She hated hearing Charlotte's roars and snorts and chuffs as she padded round her enclosure, hated all of the fuss that feeding time seemed to involve for her especially over any other dino in the park - and, most of all, hated that Charlotte received more attention than she did.
It didn't matter that Charlotte was bigger and stronger and admittedly more impressive, or that feeding her was a literally-massive affair with entire slaughtered animals being given to her wholesale, or that to Alice's predatory brain humans were more similar to her own food than to anything she considered a person like herself ('person', in this case, meaning 'dinosaur', instead of anything a human would consider a person). She wanted the attention that Charlotte was given as if by right; wanted even more eyes watching her as she strutted round her enclosure - more hands pressed against the thick glass walls, more wordless chatter of awestruck, worshipful praise. More worship. More.
More than Charlotte, in every single way.
And so, it really wasn't a surprise when, on a day like any other - with the sun high in the bright, cloudless sky and human chatter and insects' buzzing and dinosaurs' chirping filtering in from the rest of the dark as Alice deliberately showed herself off for a group of onlookers, strutting from one end of her pen to the other and wordlessly communicating the predatory perfection of her dinosaurian form with every step, every click of her talons, every sway of her hips and long tail - that Alice found herself profoundly irritated when she heard Charlotte's usual rumbly roaring bellowing out over the park. Normally, that would have been the end of it, besides the surge of annoyance that swept over her and the hot huffing and growling that poured from her mouth in response - but the reaction to Charlotte's roars was different than it normally was.
Usually, the humans would stop, listen, and then go right back to observing Alice - as the distance between Charlotte's enclosure and her own meant that they were on roughly opposite ends of the park (not that Alice knew specifically where the Rex's enclosure was - but she could roughly gauge it by sound alone). This time, however, there were an awful lot of very small humans, and a handful of bigger adults - Charlotte's smug roar rolled across the park, and the smaller ones perked up. For a moment, they paused, then blinked as they realised what it was that they were hearing - who it was that they were hearing - and then, almost as one, turned to the adults and began to pester them in their high-pitched babbling. They bounced up and down, tugged on sleeves and trouser legs - Alice didn't quite know how a human family operated, but she certainly recognised the concept of 'being reminded the T. Rex existed, and that they didn't have long before they had to head home, so they needed to go and see it right now now now now' - if in less explicit terms - and in a sort of affectionately begrudging way, the adults began to lead the smaller humans away. Away from Alice - towards Charlotte.
In and of itself, it wasn't an amazingly uncommon occurrence. It made Alice horribly enraged whenever it happened, of course, and it certainly did now. But, for whatever reason, this time it proved to be the straw that broke the camel's back - not that Alice knew what a camel was, or all that much about straw. She felt a hollow emptiness blooming inside of her with every amazed gaze that turned away, with every pair of feet assuredly walking towards Charlotte's enclosure. "No," she spat, hissing, bounding over to the massive plexiglass that separated her from the humans while allowing each to get a good eyeful of the other. "No. No! Pay attention to me! Me!"
Given that humans weren't smart enough to understand dinosaurs - and given that many of them were remarkably small - the sight of a velociraptor suddenly surging over to them and beginning to hiss and tap its claws and snout against the glass did just about the opposite of what Alice wanted. The remaining adults jumped, rearing back - a couple of the juveniles even found themselves so scared they had to be carried off. Alice didn't exactly care about that - but she certainly cared that her audience was rapidly draining away, moment by moment, a remaining handful changing to four to two to none despite her attempts at banging against the glass to make sure that the humans knew what she wanted.
Within what felt like mere moments, Alice was left without any humans to gawp at her. The massive viewing hallway that connected to the plexiglass walls of her enclosure was thoroughly empty, and the raptor could still hear Charlotte's bellowing in her head as if the massive female's roar had somehow gotten physically lodged inside of her ears.
It hadn't been the first time in her life that such a thing had happened - but, for whatever reason, Alice found herself more infuriated and vicious than she had ever felt before, her anger stoked to a terrifying, monstrous height that seemed to fill her entire body with a furious killing energy. "No," she hissed again, as her body began to tremble. She imagined Charlotte - the smug bitch - preening as she showed off to crowds, getting all of the attention and praise that Alice rightfully deserved. She snarled, headbutting the thick glass in her anger, remaining in her outstretched position against it and watched as minutes went by without a single sign of any other humans coming to give her the attention that she deserved. That she deserved. She, and nobody else, no other dino, certainly not Charlotte.
Alice's limbs began to tremble as her talons dug deep into the soil of her enclosure. Slowly, the trembling grew into a shaking, and then a furious, full-body spasming as she snarled and roared in a level of all-consuming anger that even her predatory mind could barely begin to comprehend. It was like her anger had grown to such heights that she could barely even contain it - the spasming only grew, every single inch of her shaking endlessly, Alice hissing to herself in a bitter fury-
"No... No... Not again... Never again... Need to be more impressive than her... Need more... MORE..."
-And - without her notice (at least, at first) - Alice began to grow.
Unlike how a certain movie and franchise had famously portrayed them - and in doing so causing their widespread popularity in the first place - velociraptors weren't very big dinosaurs whatsoever. They weren't the height of a man, they weren't taller - they tended to settle around three feet in height on a good day (three feet's worth of jaws, claws and talons weren't exactly unimpressive in their own right), and Alice was no exception. But as she trembled and snorted and huffed, unseen by anything else other than her enclosure's security camera, that three feet in height was sliding upwards, inch by inch - three feet and two inches, four inches, seven inches, four feet, more and more velociraptor simply growing into existence, her lithe limbs extending even as they corded with more and greater power, her tail lashing and swaying longer as Alice's angry snarls and hisses turned into more pleasured sounds. It felt a little bit as if the enraged fire of her anger had been reversed into a lovely warmth, already bone-deep and penetrating deeper with every passing second, flooding her with pure sweet bliss and driving out any and all negative feelings other than a growing hunger for more. The realisation that she was growing - expanding, empowering, strengthening, looming taller and taller with every passing second as she bulged and bulged bigger and bigger - swept over her almost in slow-motion: it wasn't as if she had a height chart to compare herself to, and for a few moments the pleasure suffusing her took priority as her eyelids batted and her bitter snorting melted away into happy huffing and puffing. Alice continued to press her reptilian sort-of-hands against the plexiglass, letting out a sort of dinosaurian groan as she spread her talon'd feet wider, then wider still, to support her growing size.
Four and a half feet. Four feet, nine inches. Five feet, three inches. More Alice wanted and more than ever she got, grunting and huffing with each new growth spurt that sent her surging and stretching up and out, her sides merrily pumping in and out from how quickly she was panting, fogging up the plexiglass as she leaned her increasing weight against it for support. Within moments the increasingly massive raptor had crested six whole feet in size - six whole feet in height, not in length - her feral legs wobbling like jelly as she continued to ascend, taller and bigger and stronger. Her fury had entirely melted away but even so she kept on pushing for more, and more, not letting such a strange opportunity slip by her for even an instant! Seven feet tall, eight feet tall - She wasn't just becoming a giant to other raptors but a giant to humans - a giant in general as with a rumbling, deepening hiss of feral glee she swelled right up past nine feet, then ten feet, then twelve feet not just as quickly but even more quickly; and it was a good thing indeed that her enclosure wasn't just huge, but open-air - otherwise her head and back would have already started to crush upwards through the ceiling.
"Y-yesssss..." Alice murmured, no longer using the plexiglass wall for support but the entire wall and the massive, heavy-duty fence it was connected to, the both of them starting to buckle under weights they were never meant to bear. Fifteen feet - "More..." - eighteen feet - "B-bigger..." - twenty feet - twenty-three feet - twenty-five feet - with a huff and a chuff and a bellowing, deafening roar of triumph of pleasure Alice suddenly spurted bigger without warning, crashing past even thirty feet as she unwittingly tapped into some new wellspring of power her swelling size gave her access to! It was like an explosion, only much scalier, much louder - and, in a way, much scarier, at least for the humans. An explosion was terrifying, of course; but a gigantic velociraptor suddenly looming up into the sky, outgrowing its entire enclosure, growing with such monstrous power and speed that the walls penning it in were shoved over, one of its paws landing on a section of those same walls connecting it to the next enclosure over and crushing it, and its tail lengthening and lashing out to sweep away an entire combined section of enclosure and building as though all of that concrete and glass and metal was nothing more than tissue paper - and then, on top of all of that, tipping its head into the sky and roaring like something out of a giant monster movie?
Perhaps terrifying didn't quite do it justice, especially given that there were so many humans - thousands, easily, maybe more - throughout the park, and just about every single one of them (along with every single dinosaur) had just heard that monstrous bellow that Alice had let out. There was a sort of strange silence afterwards - one that lasted for no longer than a heartbeat or two, as everything and everyone capable stood frozen and stunned, struggling to understand what had just happened - as well as trying to square the obvious impossibility of a thirty- forty- fifty foot velociraptor with the sight not so much in front of them as above them and blocking out the sun. Then, with a weird slowness, a little like an avalanche gathering pace, people began to scream - and then run - and then just about the entire park erupted into total chaos and total cacophony. The humans - the tiny humans - ran this way and that, parents pulling children, some staring in complete disbelief or wondering if they were dreaming, park staff hurriedly calling whatever emergency services they could think of (more than a few begging to be put through to the Army, Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard, didn't we have a Space Force now because this is like something out of a Kaiju movie and it wouldn't hurt to be completely prepared...) or checking their dart guns and wondering how many tranquilisers it might take for the giant raptor to even notice, much less be affected.
For her part, Alice barely even noticed, at least for a little bit. She was too awash in bliss for all of the sounds and feelings to register as anything more than sort of funny, in a way, and the burbles and giggles that spilled out of her giant-toothed muzzle really didn't do much to improve the situation down below. But, slowly, she heaved out a sigh as massive as herself - grinned predatorily as she turned her head round and around and beheld the park she now loomed over as though it was little more than a toy or playset - and, with a snort, placed her giant paw down onto her enclosure and ground the entire thing into dust. She grew even more as she did so, looming another ten feet taller, then twenty feet, her paw growing to smash the enclosure walls into scrap (inadvertently freeing the trapped dinosaurs who had been her rough equivalent of neighbours) and powderising the visitor centre that her enclosure had been connected to. Her massive talons grew, too, cutting gouges and trenches into the ground, thicker around than a man was tall even at their thinnest points.
"Yes..." Alice rumbled to herself, muzzle cocking this way and that as she beheld everything below her. Everyone below her - below her, in every possible sense, like they had been all along. Her body was tingling all-over, every single inch of it - and she had a lot of inches, now, at just a hair's breadth from 80 feet tall - and she began to shiver and shudder again, grinning evilly and in total, monstrous self-satisfaction. "Now this is the sort of attention I DESERVE. You all think so, too, don't you, tinies?"
Alice knew that humans couldn't talk - only dinosaurs could talk - but even so the panicked screaming was like music to her ears. Or, more accurately and specifically - like songs of praise. Every shout was a hymn, a prayer; every terrified wail, be it from a human or a dinosaur or a rapidly-arriving emergency responder was a howl of worship in her name.
"G-good," Alice mumbled, 90 feet coming and going, the tingling swelling along with her body; no longer driven solely by her own focused rage and willpower but also being fed by the attention she was receiving - terrified or not, awestruck or not, genuinely worshipful or not, it all fed her size just as much as it fed her ego. "You're all smart enough to know how important I am, at least, even if your brains are as tiny as you are. Smart enough to know I'm m-more important than y-yooouuu..."
A hundred feet. One hundred and fifteen. One hundred and forty. The bigger Alice ballooned the faster her growth pushed onwards, as if they were feeding each other in a vicious cycle. Her paws swelled and spread to crush entire streets and cut off routes of escape; never harming humans or dinosaurs - never killing, never crushing - but only out of a desire for worship as opposed to from any goodness in Alice's predatory heart.
"S-stronger than you... B-BIGGER THAN YOU..."
160 feet - 180 - 210 - up and up and up Alice bulged, able to effortlessly see not just the entire park but the very curvature of the planet (if a relatively 'limited' slice of such) spreading out before her.
"BIGGER THAN CHARLOTTE... I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME, T-TINY... GET A LOOK AT ALL OF THIS..."
250 feet. 300. The more she grew, the faster she grew, and the faster she grew the more and more and more and more she grew than ever. Her long tail lashed out to carve an insurmountable trench into the space where the park's entrance and exit had been; her paws swelled to smother street after road under their soft mass, talons not just cutting into and through buildings but utterly dwarfing them, beginning to rise into the sky in their own right!
"AT ALL OF THIS... MORE OF THIS... MORE... AND MORE... B-BIGGER... BIGGER... B-B-BIIIIGGGGEEEEERRRRR..."
In all 400- 500 feet of the growing, monstrous, increasingly god-sized, godzilla-dwarfing monsteraptor, there wasn't room for a single ounce of restraint or calmness - she was big, she was in charge, and she knew it.
And, as she leant down - then further down - then even further down, still - and cocked her head to one side to continue peering down at the park and its former number-one attraction - it was obvious that Charlotte did, too, judging by the now-smaller, now-tiny, now-minuscule T. Rex's slack jaw and bulging eyes and terrified pacing around her adorably-little enclosure, so small that Alice could barely fit a single claw inside of it.
And Alice was glad that the tiny Tyrannosaur did. Not just because it was immensely gratifying to her insatiable ego and once-wounded, smug pride - but because, as far as the all-over tingling of her growing body indicated, those terrified, bewildered looks were close enough to worship for her to feed off of, just like all of those screams, all of those useless tranquiliser darts peppering her invulnerable toe-scales, just like the pistol and rifle bullets harmlessly bouncing off even the underside of her paws as they swelled out to smother anyone too stupid or slow to run (not that many were capable of outrunning Alice's rate of expansion, of course!).
And that suited Alice just fine. She didn't just want more worship, more size, more attention, as news helicopters began to buzz around her crouched feral raptor form, broadcasting her magnificence to untold millions - she deserved it.
She deserved more.
And more, and more, and more...
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Ever.
It’s been a while since a story so hugely overran my estimates for how big it’d be - pun intended, in every possible way - initially I was thinking this’d be a quick little thing to bash out before moving onto the next bigger story… But, well, given that ‘part 1’ is part of the title, you can probably guess that didn’t quite happen. Still, I’m not complaining - I wanted this year to be one focused on bigger stories, even if it meant a reduced overall output from how much I wrote last year; and besides that I’m generally just happy with how it turned out - on top of managing to include a three-war growth war (at least as the story goes on), and dinosaurs (gosh, it’s been a long time since I wrote anything with dinosaurs!), and a thing with talking/intelligent ferals again, all in the same story; all of which are things I’ve really wanted to do more with. Besides that, it was mostly smooth sailing, besides getting knocked around a little again by some recent busyness - I’m glad I just barely managed to squeeze this in for Macro March (hopefully, at least - part 3 is still being proofread)!
Contents:
Raptor/velociraptor (female)
Female growth
Talking/intelligent feral
Feral growth/macro feral (raptor)
Macro/macro growth
Growth via anger
Power/size-hunger; growth/size-obsession
Destruction (buildings, vehicles, etc, but harmless to people)
The odd bit of swearing/rude language
Word count: 3,780
FurAffinity’s reader can be useful, but it can be a bit iffy on mobile - I’ve included the story below, and as always you can download it if neither option suits you!
If there was one thing that Alice liked, it was attention. Eyes looking at her - eyes widening when they locked onto her, in amazement or fear or shock - eyes unable to tear themselves away from her. Humans beholding her in what could only be called awe put a pleasurable tingling sensation deep into the pit of her stomach; an all-body feeling of pure satisfaction so potent that it almost defied description. It was a good thing, then, that Alice lived in what could perhaps have been called a zoo, and what most certainly could not be called a Jurassic Park, as the humans that ran it, from the lowliest gift store shelf-stocker to the richest executive, constantly protested (in tones that varied from 'call it Triassic Park goddamnit because that's what it's called and we're proud of our trademark and copyright and so on' to 'call it Triassic Park goddamnit because we're balancing on the razor's edge of trying not to get sued over here'), because that meant a steady steam of humans coming every day to gawp and gawk at her in her enclosure. It was also a good thing that Alice was a velociraptor, because if there was a single specific type of dinosaur that was popular... Well, admittedly, there were lots of popular kinds of dinosaur - but velociraptors were right up there.
Ever since that one film had come out - That One Film, with Jurassic in its name, that Triassic Park staff were fairly sick of hearing about at this point - raptor had stopped meaning 'bird of prey' and started meaning 'this specific sort of dino', and even though Alice knew none of this she most certainly appreciated the attention it had indirectly sent her way. If Alice had been able to talk to humans, they might have told her that stegosauruses were old and boring, at this point - triceratops just didn't hold the appeal it had in the old black-and-white movie days, and baryonyx was just a big boring crocodile if you really thought about it. Velociraptors were cool, velociraptors were popular and deserving of attention just like Alice herself.
They wouldn't have said this, though, even if it was all true - because humans couldn't talk. Oh, sure, humans were smart in their own way (smart enough to know that Alice deserved attention and free food and water without going to the effort of hunting and finding a watering hole, at least), smart enough to build parks and chatter amongst themselves with the funny noises they made - but not smart enough to talk. Only dinosaurs were smart enough to talk.
Dinosaurs like Alice. And, to her infinite dismay - dinosaurs like Charlotte.
Velociraptors, like Alice, were popular. But mere popularity just wasn't enough to describe the number of humans that constantly flocked to see Charlotte, every minute of every day of every year - because she was a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Something about her seemed to amaze the weird scaleless creatures to an even greater degree than any other kind of dinosaur; they were amazed by Alice and the other raptors like herself - but Charlotte utterly enraptured them. Perhaps it was her size, or the way her lumbering steps made the ground shake, or maybe the way she deliberately showed off during feeding time for any humans that happened to be watching, exaggerating every movement, every motion of her jaws, every bite and chomp and pull. Every now and then the giant female would simply roar so that the entire park could hear her - and especially so that all of the other dinosaurs could hear her, too. Whenever she was taken out of her enclosure so that it could be cleaned or maintained in any way she made sure to stomp extra hard whenever she walked by other pens, so that the vibrations could be felt by any other dinos present.
Alice and Charlotte had never actually met face to face, let alone talked in any sense beyond the latter's various rumbles and roars being heard as they washed out over the park (and, Alice hoped on some level, Charlotte in turn hearing her own chirps and squawks, and perhaps finding herself feeling remarkably indignant and annoyed that any other dinosaurs could even be heard over the noises she made) - the humans were smart enough to keep dinosaurs of different species separate, on top of having an uncanny ability to know exactly when and how to separate individuals before spats could evolve into fights; and even if they weren't and didn't, Alice still wouldn't have dared to talk back to a Tyrannosaur of all things - but despite never properly even meeting the bigger female, Alice thoroughly hated her. She hated hearing Charlotte's roars and snorts and chuffs as she padded round her enclosure, hated all of the fuss that feeding time seemed to involve for her especially over any other dino in the park - and, most of all, hated that Charlotte received more attention than she did.
It didn't matter that Charlotte was bigger and stronger and admittedly more impressive, or that feeding her was a literally-massive affair with entire slaughtered animals being given to her wholesale, or that to Alice's predatory brain humans were more similar to her own food than to anything she considered a person like herself ('person', in this case, meaning 'dinosaur', instead of anything a human would consider a person). She wanted the attention that Charlotte was given as if by right; wanted even more eyes watching her as she strutted round her enclosure - more hands pressed against the thick glass walls, more wordless chatter of awestruck, worshipful praise. More worship. More.
More than Charlotte, in every single way.
And so, it really wasn't a surprise when, on a day like any other - with the sun high in the bright, cloudless sky and human chatter and insects' buzzing and dinosaurs' chirping filtering in from the rest of the dark as Alice deliberately showed herself off for a group of onlookers, strutting from one end of her pen to the other and wordlessly communicating the predatory perfection of her dinosaurian form with every step, every click of her talons, every sway of her hips and long tail - that Alice found herself profoundly irritated when she heard Charlotte's usual rumbly roaring bellowing out over the park. Normally, that would have been the end of it, besides the surge of annoyance that swept over her and the hot huffing and growling that poured from her mouth in response - but the reaction to Charlotte's roars was different than it normally was.
Usually, the humans would stop, listen, and then go right back to observing Alice - as the distance between Charlotte's enclosure and her own meant that they were on roughly opposite ends of the park (not that Alice knew specifically where the Rex's enclosure was - but she could roughly gauge it by sound alone). This time, however, there were an awful lot of very small humans, and a handful of bigger adults - Charlotte's smug roar rolled across the park, and the smaller ones perked up. For a moment, they paused, then blinked as they realised what it was that they were hearing - who it was that they were hearing - and then, almost as one, turned to the adults and began to pester them in their high-pitched babbling. They bounced up and down, tugged on sleeves and trouser legs - Alice didn't quite know how a human family operated, but she certainly recognised the concept of 'being reminded the T. Rex existed, and that they didn't have long before they had to head home, so they needed to go and see it right now now now now' - if in less explicit terms - and in a sort of affectionately begrudging way, the adults began to lead the smaller humans away. Away from Alice - towards Charlotte.
In and of itself, it wasn't an amazingly uncommon occurrence. It made Alice horribly enraged whenever it happened, of course, and it certainly did now. But, for whatever reason, this time it proved to be the straw that broke the camel's back - not that Alice knew what a camel was, or all that much about straw. She felt a hollow emptiness blooming inside of her with every amazed gaze that turned away, with every pair of feet assuredly walking towards Charlotte's enclosure. "No," she spat, hissing, bounding over to the massive plexiglass that separated her from the humans while allowing each to get a good eyeful of the other. "No. No! Pay attention to me! Me!"
Given that humans weren't smart enough to understand dinosaurs - and given that many of them were remarkably small - the sight of a velociraptor suddenly surging over to them and beginning to hiss and tap its claws and snout against the glass did just about the opposite of what Alice wanted. The remaining adults jumped, rearing back - a couple of the juveniles even found themselves so scared they had to be carried off. Alice didn't exactly care about that - but she certainly cared that her audience was rapidly draining away, moment by moment, a remaining handful changing to four to two to none despite her attempts at banging against the glass to make sure that the humans knew what she wanted.
Within what felt like mere moments, Alice was left without any humans to gawp at her. The massive viewing hallway that connected to the plexiglass walls of her enclosure was thoroughly empty, and the raptor could still hear Charlotte's bellowing in her head as if the massive female's roar had somehow gotten physically lodged inside of her ears.
It hadn't been the first time in her life that such a thing had happened - but, for whatever reason, Alice found herself more infuriated and vicious than she had ever felt before, her anger stoked to a terrifying, monstrous height that seemed to fill her entire body with a furious killing energy. "No," she hissed again, as her body began to tremble. She imagined Charlotte - the smug bitch - preening as she showed off to crowds, getting all of the attention and praise that Alice rightfully deserved. She snarled, headbutting the thick glass in her anger, remaining in her outstretched position against it and watched as minutes went by without a single sign of any other humans coming to give her the attention that she deserved. That she deserved. She, and nobody else, no other dino, certainly not Charlotte.
Alice's limbs began to tremble as her talons dug deep into the soil of her enclosure. Slowly, the trembling grew into a shaking, and then a furious, full-body spasming as she snarled and roared in a level of all-consuming anger that even her predatory mind could barely begin to comprehend. It was like her anger had grown to such heights that she could barely even contain it - the spasming only grew, every single inch of her shaking endlessly, Alice hissing to herself in a bitter fury-
"No... No... Not again... Never again... Need to be more impressive than her... Need more... MORE..."
-And - without her notice (at least, at first) - Alice began to grow.
Unlike how a certain movie and franchise had famously portrayed them - and in doing so causing their widespread popularity in the first place - velociraptors weren't very big dinosaurs whatsoever. They weren't the height of a man, they weren't taller - they tended to settle around three feet in height on a good day (three feet's worth of jaws, claws and talons weren't exactly unimpressive in their own right), and Alice was no exception. But as she trembled and snorted and huffed, unseen by anything else other than her enclosure's security camera, that three feet in height was sliding upwards, inch by inch - three feet and two inches, four inches, seven inches, four feet, more and more velociraptor simply growing into existence, her lithe limbs extending even as they corded with more and greater power, her tail lashing and swaying longer as Alice's angry snarls and hisses turned into more pleasured sounds. It felt a little bit as if the enraged fire of her anger had been reversed into a lovely warmth, already bone-deep and penetrating deeper with every passing second, flooding her with pure sweet bliss and driving out any and all negative feelings other than a growing hunger for more. The realisation that she was growing - expanding, empowering, strengthening, looming taller and taller with every passing second as she bulged and bulged bigger and bigger - swept over her almost in slow-motion: it wasn't as if she had a height chart to compare herself to, and for a few moments the pleasure suffusing her took priority as her eyelids batted and her bitter snorting melted away into happy huffing and puffing. Alice continued to press her reptilian sort-of-hands against the plexiglass, letting out a sort of dinosaurian groan as she spread her talon'd feet wider, then wider still, to support her growing size.
Four and a half feet. Four feet, nine inches. Five feet, three inches. More Alice wanted and more than ever she got, grunting and huffing with each new growth spurt that sent her surging and stretching up and out, her sides merrily pumping in and out from how quickly she was panting, fogging up the plexiglass as she leaned her increasing weight against it for support. Within moments the increasingly massive raptor had crested six whole feet in size - six whole feet in height, not in length - her feral legs wobbling like jelly as she continued to ascend, taller and bigger and stronger. Her fury had entirely melted away but even so she kept on pushing for more, and more, not letting such a strange opportunity slip by her for even an instant! Seven feet tall, eight feet tall - She wasn't just becoming a giant to other raptors but a giant to humans - a giant in general as with a rumbling, deepening hiss of feral glee she swelled right up past nine feet, then ten feet, then twelve feet not just as quickly but even more quickly; and it was a good thing indeed that her enclosure wasn't just huge, but open-air - otherwise her head and back would have already started to crush upwards through the ceiling.
"Y-yesssss..." Alice murmured, no longer using the plexiglass wall for support but the entire wall and the massive, heavy-duty fence it was connected to, the both of them starting to buckle under weights they were never meant to bear. Fifteen feet - "More..." - eighteen feet - "B-bigger..." - twenty feet - twenty-three feet - twenty-five feet - with a huff and a chuff and a bellowing, deafening roar of triumph of pleasure Alice suddenly spurted bigger without warning, crashing past even thirty feet as she unwittingly tapped into some new wellspring of power her swelling size gave her access to! It was like an explosion, only much scalier, much louder - and, in a way, much scarier, at least for the humans. An explosion was terrifying, of course; but a gigantic velociraptor suddenly looming up into the sky, outgrowing its entire enclosure, growing with such monstrous power and speed that the walls penning it in were shoved over, one of its paws landing on a section of those same walls connecting it to the next enclosure over and crushing it, and its tail lengthening and lashing out to sweep away an entire combined section of enclosure and building as though all of that concrete and glass and metal was nothing more than tissue paper - and then, on top of all of that, tipping its head into the sky and roaring like something out of a giant monster movie?
Perhaps terrifying didn't quite do it justice, especially given that there were so many humans - thousands, easily, maybe more - throughout the park, and just about every single one of them (along with every single dinosaur) had just heard that monstrous bellow that Alice had let out. There was a sort of strange silence afterwards - one that lasted for no longer than a heartbeat or two, as everything and everyone capable stood frozen and stunned, struggling to understand what had just happened - as well as trying to square the obvious impossibility of a thirty- forty- fifty foot velociraptor with the sight not so much in front of them as above them and blocking out the sun. Then, with a weird slowness, a little like an avalanche gathering pace, people began to scream - and then run - and then just about the entire park erupted into total chaos and total cacophony. The humans - the tiny humans - ran this way and that, parents pulling children, some staring in complete disbelief or wondering if they were dreaming, park staff hurriedly calling whatever emergency services they could think of (more than a few begging to be put through to the Army, Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard, didn't we have a Space Force now because this is like something out of a Kaiju movie and it wouldn't hurt to be completely prepared...) or checking their dart guns and wondering how many tranquilisers it might take for the giant raptor to even notice, much less be affected.
For her part, Alice barely even noticed, at least for a little bit. She was too awash in bliss for all of the sounds and feelings to register as anything more than sort of funny, in a way, and the burbles and giggles that spilled out of her giant-toothed muzzle really didn't do much to improve the situation down below. But, slowly, she heaved out a sigh as massive as herself - grinned predatorily as she turned her head round and around and beheld the park she now loomed over as though it was little more than a toy or playset - and, with a snort, placed her giant paw down onto her enclosure and ground the entire thing into dust. She grew even more as she did so, looming another ten feet taller, then twenty feet, her paw growing to smash the enclosure walls into scrap (inadvertently freeing the trapped dinosaurs who had been her rough equivalent of neighbours) and powderising the visitor centre that her enclosure had been connected to. Her massive talons grew, too, cutting gouges and trenches into the ground, thicker around than a man was tall even at their thinnest points.
"Yes..." Alice rumbled to herself, muzzle cocking this way and that as she beheld everything below her. Everyone below her - below her, in every possible sense, like they had been all along. Her body was tingling all-over, every single inch of it - and she had a lot of inches, now, at just a hair's breadth from 80 feet tall - and she began to shiver and shudder again, grinning evilly and in total, monstrous self-satisfaction. "Now this is the sort of attention I DESERVE. You all think so, too, don't you, tinies?"
Alice knew that humans couldn't talk - only dinosaurs could talk - but even so the panicked screaming was like music to her ears. Or, more accurately and specifically - like songs of praise. Every shout was a hymn, a prayer; every terrified wail, be it from a human or a dinosaur or a rapidly-arriving emergency responder was a howl of worship in her name.
"G-good," Alice mumbled, 90 feet coming and going, the tingling swelling along with her body; no longer driven solely by her own focused rage and willpower but also being fed by the attention she was receiving - terrified or not, awestruck or not, genuinely worshipful or not, it all fed her size just as much as it fed her ego. "You're all smart enough to know how important I am, at least, even if your brains are as tiny as you are. Smart enough to know I'm m-more important than y-yooouuu..."
A hundred feet. One hundred and fifteen. One hundred and forty. The bigger Alice ballooned the faster her growth pushed onwards, as if they were feeding each other in a vicious cycle. Her paws swelled and spread to crush entire streets and cut off routes of escape; never harming humans or dinosaurs - never killing, never crushing - but only out of a desire for worship as opposed to from any goodness in Alice's predatory heart.
"S-stronger than you... B-BIGGER THAN YOU..."
160 feet - 180 - 210 - up and up and up Alice bulged, able to effortlessly see not just the entire park but the very curvature of the planet (if a relatively 'limited' slice of such) spreading out before her.
"BIGGER THAN CHARLOTTE... I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME, T-TINY... GET A LOOK AT ALL OF THIS..."
250 feet. 300. The more she grew, the faster she grew, and the faster she grew the more and more and more and more she grew than ever. Her long tail lashed out to carve an insurmountable trench into the space where the park's entrance and exit had been; her paws swelled to smother street after road under their soft mass, talons not just cutting into and through buildings but utterly dwarfing them, beginning to rise into the sky in their own right!
"AT ALL OF THIS... MORE OF THIS... MORE... AND MORE... B-BIGGER... BIGGER... B-B-BIIIIGGGGEEEEERRRRR..."
In all 400- 500 feet of the growing, monstrous, increasingly god-sized, godzilla-dwarfing monsteraptor, there wasn't room for a single ounce of restraint or calmness - she was big, she was in charge, and she knew it.
And, as she leant down - then further down - then even further down, still - and cocked her head to one side to continue peering down at the park and its former number-one attraction - it was obvious that Charlotte did, too, judging by the now-smaller, now-tiny, now-minuscule T. Rex's slack jaw and bulging eyes and terrified pacing around her adorably-little enclosure, so small that Alice could barely fit a single claw inside of it.
And Alice was glad that the tiny Tyrannosaur did. Not just because it was immensely gratifying to her insatiable ego and once-wounded, smug pride - but because, as far as the all-over tingling of her growing body indicated, those terrified, bewildered looks were close enough to worship for her to feed off of, just like all of those screams, all of those useless tranquiliser darts peppering her invulnerable toe-scales, just like the pistol and rifle bullets harmlessly bouncing off even the underside of her paws as they swelled out to smother anyone too stupid or slow to run (not that many were capable of outrunning Alice's rate of expansion, of course!).
And that suited Alice just fine. She didn't just want more worship, more size, more attention, as news helicopters began to buzz around her crouched feral raptor form, broadcasting her magnificence to untold millions - she deserved it.
She deserved more.
And more, and more, and more...
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Ooooh, a dinosaur growth story! This is a dream coming true; I have a soft spot for the topic. Also, making them able to speak; yet they think humans are incapable of speech is genius :D
Ah, this was such a great read, I want more!
I wonder if there is some explanation for her growth... Maybe the cloning process made a mistake in her DNA? Or she consumed a divine flower that only grows on this island...
One is sure: the world needs more growing giant dinosaurs!!! ❤️
Ah, this was such a great read, I want more!
I wonder if there is some explanation for her growth... Maybe the cloning process made a mistake in her DNA? Or she consumed a divine flower that only grows on this island...
One is sure: the world needs more growing giant dinosaurs!!! ❤️
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