The glow of dawn rose against the skyline, the sky painted pink and orange, the land below suspended in eclipse, the light of day blocked out by her vastness. The horizon framed a glowing halo around her prodigious form, so enormous all within its influence appeared as a pitch-void of starless darkness for miles in all directions, casting an equally large shadow across the world as the sun continued to rise in the world surrounding. She was gigantic.

Overhead, clouds circled around as though they has been pulled in by her unfathomable mass, stirred up by her impossible weight as they gently buffeted off of her skin, the condensation forming on the gently-sloped upper-curves of her skin trickling down in what was little more than an errant drop of water to her, and a raging torrent of floodwater to the world below, flowing harmlessly into the great barrier lake that had formed in the cratered earth underneath her bulk.

The mountains that cradled her, that had once seemed impossibly-vast peaks, forming the grand valley that was once presumed to have been large enough to house her, still stood higher than she did, even if only just barely. It wouldn't be all that long until she finally took the lead and those mountains began to crumble. With every passing day the time grew nearer when she would inevitably swallow the entire land whole.

The town below began to stir to life. Waking in darkness hardly new to them, the artificial eclipse she caused just a little longer with every day gone by as she stretched ever-higher into the sky. Like every day, their alarm clock came from her as she woke first, bathed in the rare luxury of the dawn light.

The world shook.

Tents and stalls rattled and the ground itself rippled. Tremors ran through the city as the constant rumble of her size sent cracks criss-crossing across the streets before they quickly collapsed into themselves as to become undetectable. Pole and cloth homes swayed to-and-fro, their frames creaking but not giving way to the stress put upon them, built to last against this regular occurrence. The morning jumble of the awakening marketplace came to a standstill as people pushed held onto nearby anchors for support, simply waiting for the shaking to end, as it always would.

It went on for minutes. Unrelenting, as the eclipse against the sky pushed back against the dawn ever-so-gradually. Another dawn, another few-dozen metres added to her measurements and, eventually, the tremors calmed to a standstill. Without skipping a beat the city sprang back into life. Nothing was out of the ordinary here. Life moved on, uninterrupted, though soon the city would need to relocate once again.

Another day, another moment where the natural order of things shifted, tilting the world off its axis ever-so-slightly in favour of her. The larger she grew the more she simply became an implacable fact of life that provided all one would ever need. There was no proselytising, no conquest, no negotiation. She would simply, inevitably, inexorably, claim all lands that fell before her, her very presence providing everything necessary.

Another swell, another hillside overturned to reveal fertile earth, hauled away in haste for a thousand-and-one grow beds. Another world-shaking rumble, another boulder shattered against the force of her body, revealing minerals to be scavenged. As she grew, so too did the lake against her base, as ever-more clouds buffeted against her skin to trickle downwards and replenish everything that was needed and more.

Many miles from the city stood the woman herself, her back to a great valley she overlooked, peering over the cliff face that led down a canyon even she would be hard-pressed to fill. At least for now. The warmth of the sun against her skin drew a sigh from her as she looked back to herself, to the impossibly-high peak of her own bust, so colossal from her vantage she could hardly make out any point where it even began to curve.

Off to either side the endless expanse of her bosom pressed heavily into the mountain valley she resided, crushing against the treeline like little more than a field of matchsticks that had once posed little more than an interesting sensation to her, and now laid pressed under several-million tons of her, where once there had been a sweeping vista and an impossibly huge amount of land, there was now nothing to see but her.

She felt a familiar tingle trickle through her once again, a rush of excitement coursing through her body as the ground began to shudder once more. She felt alive. To her, existing and expanding were synonyms, entirely indistinguishable, and she would never allow herself to stop growing.