IWUAaDNW: Growth 3.9

Atlas was waiting for them at the opposite end of the circle, staring at them with his huge black eyes. Making him a boss had caused him to grow a lot. Whereas beetles were normally the size of a greyhound––the dog, not the bus––he was about half the size of a Greyhound––the bus, not the dog––with all the strength and mass that implied. He was about twenty-five feet long and stood at a height of about eight feet. Somehow, in spite of the square-cube law, his legs had no problem carrying his enormous weight. Otherwise, he looked much like a larger version of my beetles, with its shiny blue carapace, wicked mandibles and huge antennae, still as long as his body and as thick as a torso at their base. I felt Atlas' desires and followed through with them, smashing those antennae thunderously into the ground as a challenge. He had no vocal cords to roar with, otherwise I was pretty sure he would have used them.