🔮 The Catalyst It started with a whisper.

A forbidden tome buried deep beneath Azarath — one Raven was never meant to read. It didn’t scream like Trigon. It didn’t threaten. It simply… understood her. The loneliness. The control. The aching pressure in her soul not to feel too much — not to let go.

But what if she did?

In secret, she carved sigils into her skin — runes meant to contain power, not unleash it. Yet when she activated the spell, her body didn't burn... it swelled.

And something inside her whispered, "Feed. Grow. Become."

💚 1. Beast Boy – (Now 6'5") He approached her with confusion, not fear.

“Rae? You look… different.”

Her cloak barely covered her now. Her arms stretched the fabric at the seams. Her shoulders rolled with power. She smiled faintly.

“You always cared so much. Let me return the favor.”

A shadow tendril wrapped around him. His soul — soft, green, pure — peeled from his body like mist. Raven opened her mouth… and inhaled.

Her back arched.

Her height rose by a full foot. Her arms thickened. Her abs formed into visible ridges under her torn leotard. She stretched her fingers and watched a vein pulse through her bicep.

“That felt… good.”

🔥 2. Starfire –(Now 7'5") Starfire fought — of course she did. Blasts of green energy lit up the corridor.

But Raven no longer dodged. She walked through them.

She caught Starfire mid-air and whispered against her ear.

“You were always the bright one. Let’s see how brightly you burn inside me.”

With a kiss to her brow, she drew the soul out — a golden blaze swallowed into the violet void.

Her body grew again. Her bust surged forward, heavy and high. Her thighs flexed against the torn fabric of her suit. Her calves split with new muscle. She stood taller — her head now scraping the ceiling.

“Brighter. Heavier. Stronger.”

⚡ 3. Cyborg – (Now 8'5") He brought tech. Shields. Weapons. Protocols.

None of it mattered.

Raven reached inside him — not physically, but spiritually — and crushed his soul-core like it was glass.

As his essence funneled into her chest, her legs cracked outward with mass. Her glutes lifted and expanded. Her traps thickened like sculpted granite. Her back pulsed, wider, carved, runed.

Now, she had to crouch to walk through doors.

“Steel breaks. Flesh adapts.”

🦇 4. Robin – (Now 9'5") He didn’t fight. He stood waiting.

“I know what you’ve done,” he said.

Raven loomed above him. Her muscles twitched beneath glowing sigils. Her leotard was shredded. Her violet hair now reached her waist. Her voice was lower, layered.

“You always saw me as the threat,” she whispered. “But now, you see me as the end.”

She kissed him — not in passion, but in consumption.

His soul flowed into her like wine down a throat. She sighed as her height surged again, finally reaching 9'5”. Her frame expanded with a final gasp of mass: thighs wider, lats sharper, abs bulging under glistening skin.

“The Titans are gone.”

🩸 The Aftermath Raven stood alone in the wreckage of the tower. The Titan's flowing through her body, the ground buckled beneath her feet. The walls were too small now. The sky looked just right.

She flexed — casually — and her bicep rose like a mountain.

“Five-foot-five was a cage.” “Nine-foot-five is only the beginning.”

She turned toward the city.

“I wonder how many souls are in a city block.”

Her stomach growled.

“The world will bow. And then… it will kneel.”

Height: 9'5"

Souls Absorbed: 4