Her arms went to hug her midriff, sensual moans coming from her lips as her insides bubbled and changed. The moans grew louder and louder before she cried out - from pain or pleasure, Chris couldn't tell - and her body lifted off the floor as she suddenly contorted, arching her back and throwing her head back.
A golden glow began to emanate from her as she floated there, twitching and immobile. Her skin grew darker until it was pure ebony black, dark as the void. Golden markings crawled over her skin, glowing as her eyes emitted more and more light.
Her muscles spasmed as growth began, first stretching her already immense 6'9 frame larger, towering over Chris and pressing her prodigious breasts against the ceiling as she reached the massive height of 12 feet tall, nearly doubling her previous one. Her clothes gave out, practically exploding off her as the abused fabric was faced with the pounds of muscle piling on, filling out Dehlia's figure until she resembled a bodybuilder with the sheer size and density of strength. Unconsciously, she clenched her fists and flexed, moaning as the action packed on another ton of muscle, until every inch of her was powerful, rippling flesh.
Still, despite her heavily muscled body, she hadn't lost an ounce of femininity in the process. Her hips were wide, leaving a thigh gap even between her colossal tree trunks, and her butt maintained its incredible size and shape while becoming strong slabs of muscle, allowing her to control it in a way that made it move inhumanly sensually.
And her breasts. Chris watched in awe as the already enormous mammaries, each as big as a beach ball, began to grow larger and larger. The areolae became wider than his hands, a glittery gold that stood out from her coal-black skin. Her dark nipples jutted forward as her growth stopped at twice the size of yoga balls, and Chris realised that, while they looked proportional on his mother, if a little long, her nipples would be as long as a sizeable penis. As if they heard his thoughts, the two nipples began to leak white fluid, though, from the sweet smell, it was milk not cum they produced.
Finally, his mother's body gave one last twitch as two new arms formed beneath her pre-existing ones, matching them in size and strength, and she stretched then as she straightened, eyes finally seeing as her gargantuan, sensual body drifted back to the floor.
Chris could only watch in a stupor as his 12-foot mother dragged her four hands across her new muscular form. Laughter bubbled across her lips, clear and bright as a bell, though there was a hardness to her tone. Then, her eyes met Chris'. He couldn't break from her gaze, her golden eyes - no pupil, sclera or iris, just solid, molten gold - boring into him, reading his soul. Her lips twisted into a cruel smirk.
In a second, or maybe less, Chris found himself pinned to the wall, one of his mother's hands pulling his chin, another stroking his cheek, as the two lower ones drifted across his chest and lower. Her huge frame took up his entire vision as he watched her head hypnotically sway to and fro. "My child. How does it feel to have created a goddess?"
She yanked him suddenly, clutching his chin and forcing his face closer to her, as she pulled his hair. She twisted him this way and that, studying him. "Such a small, pitiful thing you are," she said, looking down on his human body, unremarkable against her might. "And yet, you wish to serve me, do you not?"
"Yes, Mommy!" Chris gasped. Dehlia chuckled.
"Yes, so eager to please. And please me you will, my child," she suddenly softened again, caught between the dichotomy of her aggression and her tender affection for her son. "But first, you need to be reborn."
She gently released him and beckoned as she sat down on the couch. It creaked beneath her weight, but she paid it no mind as Chris knelt next to her. With one of her arms, she brought him closer as she presented her huge, milky breast. "Suck," she ordered, and Chris obeyed. He tugged hard on her nine-inch nipples until the golden ambrosia of his mother's milk flowed freely down his throat. He gulped every drop down hungrily.
"You shall be my apostle," Delia whispered, stroking his hair lovingly. "Just give yourself to me, my child, and I will reform you so you may rule under my new world order."
She watched as her son continued to drink her milk, and felt the tingling begin as his body began changing.