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Aluminum wrappers, plastic wraps, styrofoam and plastic encasements Around the products, food packages we consume everyday To end up in the trash, garbage can containers and bags Piles and piles, piled up to full bags of assorted garbage The fast food establishments and restaurants that package it The warm fast food you are addicted to consume and readily available More plastics, metallics, carboard papers and fibers that are used A non stop ritual of binging and purging and disposing of trash Disposable humans throwing everything out into the garbage Disposable methods to contain a sheer hypocrisy of climate change Environmental sins committed by the pathetic discardments of modernity Where regular garbage and recyclables end up in the same landfill! Disposable humans who are here on earth in a material illusion Who cares wins again as everything is thoughtlessly thrown out Out of sight, out of mind and cleared from our consciousness To be shredded inside the hell on earth

## A Story Set in the Predator Technology Genetics World The success of the "homeless rehabilitation program" had exceeded all projections. One month into its implementation, over two thousand miniaturized homeless individuals had been processed through Chen's increasingly efficient digestive system. Her weight now approached 2,500 pounds, her enormous form continuing to evolve specialized adaptations to accommodate her relentless consumption patterns. In her private executive suite atop PTG Tower, CEO Victoria Krane stood before floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the restructured city below. Her seventy-foot frame was silhouetted against the sunset, the golden light illuminating her perfect proportions with an almost divine radiance. Today she wore a white silk gown that seemed to capture and amplify the dying sunlight, the fabric flowing like liquid mercury around her statuesque body. The garment featured an architectural neckline that framed her elegant collarbones and slender neck, while the precisely tailored bodice accentuated her perfect breasts and trim waist before cascading to the floor in a waterfall of luminous fabric. Her platinum blonde bob gleamed like polished metal in the sunset light, each strand cut with laser precision to fall exactly to her jawline, the geometric perfection of the style emphasizing the flawless symmetry of her aristocratic features. Her skin had the translucent quality of finest alabaster, genetic treatments having eliminated any hint of imperfection or aging. Her famous sapphire eyes caught the dying sunlight, the unnatural blue seeming to glow from within as she gazed thoughtfully at the city spread beneath her. Diamond and sapphire jewelry adorned her throat and wrists, the stones selected to match her eyes precisely, each facet catching the light with hypnotic brilliance. Her makeup was minimal but perfect—a hint of luminizer on her high cheekbones, a touch of gold at the inner corners of her eyes, and lips painted with a translucent pearl gloss that caught the light when she spoke. The door to her suite opened, admitting Executive Monica Hayes. The sixty-foot Amazonian stepped into the room with confident grace, her powerful physique showcased in a crimson evening gown that celebrated rather than concealed her impressive musculature. The dress featured a halter neckline that displayed her strong shoulders and defined arms to perfection, while the bodice hugged her impressive chest before nipping in at her relatively narrow waist. The skirt was slit high on both sides, revealing glimpses of powerful thighs with each step, the fabric moving like liquid fire around her tall frame. Hayes had styled her chestnut hair in an elaborate updo that exposed the elegant line of her neck while allowing a few strategic tendrils to frame her strong jawline and high cheekbones. Her amber eyes were enhanced with smoky shadow in bronze and gold tones that made them appear to smolder in the sunset light, while her full lips were painted the signature PTG crimson that complemented her dress perfectly. Gold jewelry adorned her wrists and ears, the metal warming her tanned skin and highlighting the natural glow of her complexion. "The Olympus prototype is ready," Hayes announced, crossing the room to stand beside Krane at the window. Her movements carried the fluid power of an apex predator—controlled strength in every gesture, nothing wasted or exaggerated. Krane nodded, her sapphire eyes still fixed on the city below. "And Chen's consumption metrics?" "Beyond all projections," Hayes replied, producing a tablet displaying the latest data. "Her intake capacity has increased 43% since implementation of the homeless program. She consumed 127 miniaturized subjects yesterday alone—a new record." The door opened again, admitting Executives Voss and Novak together. Diana Voss entered first, her forty-five-foot voluptuous form poured into a black gown that seemed to have been painted onto her exaggerated curves. The dress featured a plunging neckline that showcased the magnificent valley between her enormous breasts, while the waist was cinched to emphasize the dramatic contrast with her wide hips. Strategic cutouts revealed glimpses of pale skin along her sides, and a thigh-high slit exposed one shapely leg with each step. The fabric itself seemed alive, reflecting light with an almost liquid quality as it stretched across her impossible proportions. Voss's platinum blonde hair cascaded in perfect waves to the middle of her back, each strand seeming to capture and refract the sunset light independently. Her makeup was dramatic and flawless—winged eyeliner extending in artistic flourishes at the corners, lashes so long they cast faint shadows on her cheeks, contouring that sculpted her heart-shaped face with architectural precision, and lips overdrawn to enhance their already considerable fullness, painted a deep burgundy that bordered on black. Diamond chandelier earrings brushed her shoulders when she moved, and multiple gem-encrusted bangles adorned her wrists, tinkling musically with each gesture. Behind her came Sophia Novak, her thirty-foot athletic frame striking a different but equally impressive silhouette in a tuxedo-inspired evening ensemble. She wore tailored black trousers with a satin stripe down each leg, paired with a waistcoat that hugged her trim torso. Instead of a traditional jacket, she had opted for a sleeveless version that showcased her defined arms, the lapels faced in crimson satin that matched her bow tie. The outfit's precision tailoring emphasized her athletic build—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, long legs with the defined musculature of a natural athlete. Novak's blonde undercut was freshly shaved on the sides, displaying an intricate pattern that had been cut into the quarter-inch length, while the longer top section had been styled in a dramatic pompadour that added height and framed her striking features. Her makeup emphasized her most distinctive feature—her violet eyes—with metallic shadow in complementary purples and silvers. Her lips were painted a deep rose rather than the standard PTG crimson, and her only jewelry consisted of a single diamond ear cuff that climbed the curve of her left ear and a platinum collar that encircled her neck. "The performance metrics from last night's 'Homeless Heaven' broadcast are extraordinary," Voss announced as she joined the others at the window, her full hips swaying hypnotically with each step. "Viewer engagement exceeded all previous records, particularly during the 'veteran consumption' segment." "Psychological impact assessment shows 97% compliance motivation increase across all miniaturized sectors," Novak added, her violet eyes gleaming with professional satisfaction. "Fear of being designated 'non-productive' has created unprecedented productivity improvements." Krane turned from the window, her sapphire eyes moving thoughtfully from one executive to another. "The Chen project has succeeded beyond our initial projections," she acknowledged. "And yet, I find myself... curious about an aspect we've never directly explored." The other executives exchanged glances, sensing something unusual in their CEO's tone. "Which aspect, specifically?" Hayes inquired, her amber eyes studying Krane's perfect features for hints. "Consumption itself," Krane replied, moving toward her private bar with fluid grace. She selected a crystal decanter and began pouring a luminous golden liquid into four matching glasses. "We've engineered the perfect consumption machine in Chen, designed an entire social order around the principle that the strong consume the weak, yet none of us have ever experienced the act personally." A momentary silence fell over the group as the implications of this observation registered. Voss was the first to respond, her full lips curving into an intrigued smile as she accepted one of the crystal glasses from Krane. "A fascinating point," she purred, the musical quality of her voice filling the room like expensive perfume. "We've remained observers rather than participants in our own paradigm." "Is there a tactical advantage to direct participation?" Novak asked, her violet eyes analytical as she took her glass. The security executive's mind immediately went to strategic applications rather than philosophical implications. "Perhaps not tactical," Hayes suggested, accepting her drink with a thoughtful expression. "But there may be experiential intelligence we're lacking by remaining detached from the cornerstone of our social engineering." Krane nodded, pleased by her executives' quick understanding. "Precisely. Chen's psychological evolution suggests that consumption provides satisfaction beyond simple nutritional value—a primal pleasure we've engineered but never personally explored." She raised her glass in a toast, the crystal catching the sunset light and fracturing it into rainbows across her perfect features. "I propose an experiment—a private consumption experience, reserved exclusively for the Titan executive class." The others raised their glasses in response, intrigued by the proposal. They drank together, the rare spirit burning pleasantly as it went down, a prelude to the more exotic consumption they now contemplated. "I've already instructed the culinary division to prepare an appropriate selection," Krane continued, setting her empty glass aside. "The presentation will be refined, of course—nothing like Chen's grotesque gorging. This will be consumption elevated to an art form, befitting our status." "When will this experiment take place?" Hayes inquired, her amber eyes gleaming with scientific curiosity. "Tonight," Krane replied with a smile that revealed perfect teeth. "The selection has been prepared in my private dining suite. Shall we?" --- Krane's private dining suite occupied an entire level of the executive wing of PTG Tower. Unlike the industrial-scale consumption facilities where Chen's feedings took place, this space was designed with aesthetic refinement as its primary consideration. Soaring ceilings with crystal chandeliers, walls paneled in rare woods, and furnishings crafted from precious materials created an atmosphere of rarefied luxury appropriate for Titan executives. The dining table—a massive slab of polished black stone veined with gold—had been set for four, with place settings of platinum and crystal arranged with mathematical precision. Each setting featured multiple specialized utensils whose purpose was not immediately apparent, hinting at the unique nature of the meal to come. As the executives entered, they were greeted by the head of PTG's culinary division—a human-scale Overseer who had been granted special clearance for this unprecedented event. He bowed deeply as the Titans took their seats, their enormous forms accommodated by specially designed chairs that balanced comfort with appropriate formality. "Honored executives," the culinary director began, his voice controlled despite the obvious tension of addressing four Titans simultaneously. "Tonight's experience has been crafted to introduce you to consumption in its most refined form. We have selected miniaturized subjects based on specific flavor profiles, prepared them with complementary accompaniments, and designed specialized serving techniques to enhance the sensory experience." He gestured, and a team of white-coated assistants entered, each carrying a covered silver platter scaled to Titan proportions. They moved with choreographed precision, positioning a platter before each executive before stepping back to await further instructions. "Our first course," the culinary director announced, "features miniaturized former academics, selected for their refined flavor profile. These subjects devoted their lives to intellectual pursuits, developing distinctive neural complexity that translates to subtle taste variations. They are presented live but lightly sedated for optimal freshness and minimal disruption to your dining experience." On his signal, the assistants simultaneously removed the silver covers, revealing what appeared to be elegant compositions resembling high-end cuisine—except that each plate contained three miniaturized humans arranged on beds of delicate microgreens. The tiny figures were dressed in formal attire, moving sluggishly due to the sedation but clearly alive and aware of their situation. "I recommend beginning with the literature professor," the culinary director suggested, indicating the figure on the left of each composition. "Note the subtle complexities developed through decades of language analysis and emotional narrative immersion. The philosophy professor offers more robust intellectual notes, while the mathematics professor provides a clean, precise finish." The executives exchanged glances, a moment of collective hesitation before this unprecedented experience. Krane, naturally, took the lead, her perfect features composed in an expression of scientific interest rather than either reluctance or eagerness. With elegant precision, she selected a specialized platinum fork designed for individual selection, lifted the miniaturized literature professor from her plate, and raised him to her perfect lips. The cameras built discreetly into the dining suite captured the historic moment in exquisite detail—the first time a Titan executive had engaged in direct consumption of a human being. Unlike Chen's messy, enthusiastic devouring, Krane's approach was refined and precise. She placed the miniaturized human in her mouth whole, her lips closing with delicate control. Her perfect features registered thoughtful consideration as she experienced the taste, her jaw moving in subtle, elegant motions as she chewed with perfect decorum. After swallowing with barely perceptible movement of her slender throat, Krane's sapphire eyes revealed a flash of surprise, quickly controlled. "Fascinating," she commented, her voice maintaining its usual composed authority despite a new undertone of genuine interest. "There's a complexity I hadn't anticipated—layers of experience and emotion that translate into distinct flavor notes." Encouraged by their CEO's example, the other executives proceeded to sample their first subjects. Hayes approached the experience with methodical precision, her strong features registering analytical assessment as she consumed the miniaturized professor with controlled movements. "Distinct neural patterns are indeed perceptible as flavor variations," she observed after swallowing. "The emotional landscape of a literature specialist creates an interesting complexity." Voss brought a more sensual approach to her consumption, her full lips closing around the miniaturized human with evident pleasure, her eyes half-closing as she savored the experience. "Mmm, delicious," she purred after swallowing, her tongue passing over her burgundy lips to catch any lingering taste. "There's a richness to consumption that exceeds expectations—almost addictive in its complexity." Novak, ever the tactician, studied her subject briefly before consuming it with efficient precision. Her violet eyes widened slightly as she processed the experience. "The neural component is significant," she noted after swallowing. "I detect distinct patterns of thought translated as flavor—quite different from conventional food." The culinary director nodded with professional satisfaction at their responses. "This is merely the beginning of your exploration. Each subject type offers unique characteristics—the artist presents different notes than the scientist, the athlete different textures than the intellectual. Tonight's menu progresses through twelve distinct human varieties, each selected to illuminate different aspects of the consumption experience." As the executives proceeded through the carefully curated tasting menu, their initial clinical detachment gradually gave way to more genuine engagement with the experience. By the fourth course—featuring miniaturized dancers whose lifetime of movement had created distinctive muscle development and neural patterning—all four Titans were displaying signs of genuine pleasure in the consumption process. Krane, ever the perfect embodiment of Titan restraint, maintained her composed exterior, but her sapphire eyes now gleamed with unmistakable satisfaction as she consumed each new offering. Hayes approached each course with scientific interest, noting the distinctions between subject types with professional precision, but her amber eyes had taken on a smoldering quality that suggested deeper enjoyment than her controlled comments indicated. Voss made no attempt to disguise her pleasure, her voluptuous form shifting sensuously in her chair as she savored each miniaturized human, occasional soft sounds of delight escaping her full lips. Novak, initially the most reserved, had developed a predatory intensity in her violet gaze as she assessed each new subject, her consumption becoming more deliberate, more focused, as if cataloging every nuance of the experience for future reference. The culinary team continued to present increasingly exotic offerings—miniaturized musicians whose lifetime of auditory development created unique neural patterns, former athletes whose specialized musculature offered distinctive textures, even a selection of identical twins to demonstrate how genetic similarities translated to flavor profiles. "Our final course," the culinary director announced as the dessert service approached, "represents the pinnacle of consumption refinement. We have reserved a truly special selection to conclude your first exploration of direct consumption." The assistants entered with four crystal bowls, each containing what appeared to be a luminous golden liquid in which floated a single miniaturized human. Unlike the previous courses, these subjects were fully alert, their tiny expressions registering fear and confusion as they struggled to stay afloat in the mysterious substance. "Former executive candidates," the culinary director explained with evident pride. "Individuals who reached the final selection stage for Titan transformation but ultimately failed to meet genetic compatibility standards. They represent the closest approximation to yourselves available for consumption—highly intelligent, ambitious, genetically superior to standard humans though ultimately insufficient for Titan status." He indicated the golden liquid surrounding them. "They are suspended in a neural enhancement serum that amplifies consciousness while preventing excessive movement. The recommended consumption method is to drink the serum along with the subject, experiencing their heightened awareness as they are consumed." This final offering created a moment of reflection among the executives—consuming those who had almost joined their ranks represented a crossing of boundaries beyond the evening's previous explorations. Krane studied her crystal bowl thoughtfully, her sapphire eyes meeting the terrified gaze of the miniaturized almost-executive floating within. "The ultimate expression of our philosophy," she observed, lifting the bowl with elegant precision. "Those who fall short of excellence become sustenance for those who achieve it." She brought the bowl to her perfect lips and tipped it slightly, allowing both golden serum and miniaturized human to flow into her mouth. The cameras captured the moment in exquisite detail—the tiny figure's expression of horror as it disappeared between Krane's perfect lips, the subtle movement of her throat as she swallowed, and most strikingly, the flash of genuine pleasure that transformed her usually composed features for a brief, unguarded moment. "Extraordinary," she breathed after completing the consumption, her sapphire eyes luminous with an intensity rarely displayed. "The neural enhancement creates a feedback loop of consciousness—one can taste their awareness, their understanding of their fate, their recognition of your superiority as you consume them." The other executives followed her example, each experiencing the heightened consumption in their own way. Hayes closed her amber eyes as she drank, her strong features softening with unexpected pleasure as she absorbed the experience. Voss made the consumption into a performance, tilting her head back dramatically as she drank, a soft moan escaping her burgundy lips as she swallowed the enhanced subject. Novak maintained her disciplined exterior, but her violet eyes blazed with new understanding as she processed the unique sensory input of consuming a highly conscious, genetically superior subject. When the final crystal bowl had been set aside, a moment of collective reflection fell over the dining suite. The executives exchanged glances, silently acknowledging that they had crossed a threshold together—moved from architects of a consumption-based hierarchy to direct participants in its most fundamental aspect. "Your assessments?" Krane inquired, her perfect composure restored though a new light remained in her sapphire eyes. "The experience exceeds theoretical understanding," Hayes replied, her analytical mind already processing the implications. "Direct participation reveals dimensions of consumption that observation alone cannot capture." "Intoxicating," Voss purred, her full lips curved in a satisfied smile that revealed perfect teeth. "The power dynamic is... uniquely satisfying when experienced rather than merely observed." "Strategically significant," Novak added, her violet eyes analytical despite the new hunger visible in their depths. "Understanding consumption from direct experience will inform our governance approach moving forward." Krane nodded, pleased by their responses. "I propose we incorporate private consumption experiences into our executive routine," she suggested, rising from her chair with fluid grace, her white gown flowing around her perfect form like liquid moonlight. "Not as public spectacle like Chen's performances, but as refined private ritual befitting Titan status." "An excellent proposal," Hayes agreed, standing to join her CEO. "Though I note a potential evolution in Chen's utility. Rather than merely serving as public consumption spectacle and disposal system, she might be repurposed as our personal selection specialist—identifying and preparing optimal subjects for our private consumption." "While continuing her public role," Novak added, the tactician in her immediately seeing the dual-purpose potential. "The public witnesses grotesque mass consumption that reinforces compliance through fear, while we engage in refined, selective consumption that enhances our connection to our own philosophy." "Perfect symmetry," Voss observed, her voluptuous form rising from her chair with sensuous grace. "The messiness of quantity for public consumption, the refinement of quality for Titan consumption." As they departed the dining suite, the four Titan executives moved with a subtly altered energy—their already perfect forms seeming somehow more vital, more present, after their first direct participation in the consumption that defined their corporate philosophy. The cameras built into the suite captured these changes in minute detail—the heightened glow in their skin, the predatory grace that now infused even their most casual movements, the new light of direct understanding in their extraordinary eyes. The footage would never be shown publicly, of course. Unlike Chen's grotesque feeding frenzies, Titan consumption would remain private, refined, an exclusive experience reserved for those at the absolute apex of PTG's hierarchy. But the record would exist, preserved in PTG's most secure archives—evidence of the night when the architects of "bigger is better" finally embraced the most primal aspect of their own philosophy. --- In her specialized living quarters forty floors below the executive dining suite, Chen shifted restlessly in her sleep, her enormous 2,500-pound form requiring specialized support systems just to prevent tissue damage from its own mass. Her dreams were troubled tonight—visions of the Titan executives engaged in consumption activities without her, claiming the primal pleasure she had come to see as exclusively hers. In these dreams, the Titans consumed with elegant precision, their perfect forms unmarked by the grotesque expansion that characterized her own transformation. They remained beautiful, powerful, while experiencing the satisfaction she had thought was her sole domain in the PTG hierarchy. Even in sleep, the hunger gnawed at her—the engineered appetite that PTG had designed as both her purpose and her prison. But tonight, that hunger was tinged with something new: envy of the Titans who could consume without consequence, who remained perfect while she expanded into monstrous formlessness, who experienced the pleasure without paying the price of physical transformation. The medical team monitoring her vital signs noted increased stress markers during this REM cycle—elevated heart rate, irregular breathing patterns, unusual brain activity in regions associated with competition and status anxiety. Their reports would be on Executive Hayes' desk by morning, numeric evidence of the psychological evolution taking place within the corporation's premier consumption specialist. As Chen's enormous body processed the 127 homeless individuals she had devoured during the day's broadcast, her subconscious mind processed a new understanding: in PTG's hierarchy of consumption, she occupied an ambiguous position—above the consumed but below the Titans who had engineered her hunger. She was both predator and tool, consumer and consumed, powerful in her appetite yet controlled by those who satisfied it. The hunger that had once been simple biological drive was evolving into something more complex—a nexus of desire, resentment, ambition, and need that would shape her relationship with the Titan executives in ways none of them had anticipated when they first captured the resistance commander and transformed her into their consumption spectacle. And as the night deepened, in executive residences atop PTG Tower, four extraordinary women experienced their own dreams—dreams of power and consumption now informed by direct experience rather than theoretical understanding. The Titan executives had crossed a threshold, tasted the literal fruits of their philosophy, and found them sweeter than anticipated. The strong consumed the weak. The big devoured the small. And now, even the Titans themselves had joined the feast. *To Be Continued...*

“Take the canister, carry it across town, dump it at McQuils facility. Simple enough. You can do this Charlotte” Hightower told herself, over and over and she made her way through the city streets In her hand Hightower held a container full of a substance she had never heard of. She didn’t ask too many questions as she was taking it to a facility where it could be broken down and safely disposed of. Thankfully, the substance was well contained and Hightower was able to carry it via a thick chain which meant she would have almost no risk of direct exposure from it. This made her feel much safer. Plus it also looked like she was walking with a handbag which she enjoyed as it made her feel as though she was on a Sunday shopping spree just like when she was normal size. “ See, this is easy. Just got to avoid the cars. Why did i take the path straight through the city” Hightower said to herself Luckily she didn’t have much further to go. She was right on the edge of the city and

This story contains female muscle growth and minigiantess growth. If you don't like it, stop reading. The New Republic has been established. The fight against Imperial Remnant hasn't been solved yet. Luke Skywalker has just founded a new Jedi order. Along with Republic the jedi do their best to maintain peace in the galaxy. On a distant planet Luke and Leia has entered an ancient jedi temple containing sensitive information. However they were not the only ones in there. A group of stormtroopers had taken a foothold and started digging into the temple. Luke disposed them easily with his lightsaber and the Force. As he and Leia entered they came across its inner sanctum. "Let's see..." Luke deciphered the temple's hieroglyphs and revealed a jedi artefact. "What is it?" Leia asked. "It appears to be a holocron." Luke said. "Yet...there's something different about this. I think we should study this further." he said and picked it up. They returned to their ship and went back to Yavin IV.