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Story: On the Scene with Interviews
🕑 Added 2022-03-31 14:54:41 +0000 UTCPremise: Financial burdens hit a point where even Wendel's landlord has to confront his need for help. Meeting a new roommate seems to go well at first, until they descover everyone comes with their own hang ups or two.
Contains: Hyper proportioned females, uncontrolled macro and muscle growth, stuck in tight places, grumpy landlords
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This was a complete betrayal. Years of hard work carefully building trust and loyalty only to be so callously stabbed in the back. And at the lowest point of a blogger's career, no less. How futile is it, really, to have faith in the good will of people when they are so eager to serve their own ends?
“I’m just asking you to get a roommate, you self-absorbed fluffball! Goddess and angels! It’s not like you can afford to be picky.”
Wendel stopped pacing around the small studio that served as his living quarters, tossing his phone onto the queen size bed lacking a proper support frame. He wasn’t liking how that opening rant for his next story was turning out anyway. Might work better with a bit of a slow burn rewrite later. For now, the angry lioness face casting a shadow over him encouraged more direct attention.
“And I’m telling you it’s not that bad. A lot of writers have very special needs. I happen to value silence and privacy. Ignoring the morons that pass for scientists living upstairs, of course.”
“Of course…”
“It’s just a dry period. My sources haven’t been as responsive and my creativity needed to recharge. Now that spring is picking up there’s going to be tons of weird activity to report going into the summer. It’s just like Ghostbusters 2; I’ll bounce back just fine.”
“Your life involves way more horny shit than Ghostbusters 2.” Tabitha ran a furry paw over her face before spreading out both arms in a gesture at the spacious room. “This is a floor meant to be an office space for thirty people, and this walled off room barely covers an eighth of it. You’re clearly wasting money. This isn’t cheap space.”
“Just give it a bit more time. My nose has a keen sense that something big is going to hit this crazy state soon.”
“Yeah. Sure, dear.” Tabitha brushed some stray brown bangs aside before recrossing her meaty arms under even bulkier breasts. How a brick house monster like her found tank tops and jeans that fit modestly was one of life's many supernatural mysteries. “I’m only going to accept so many partial rent payments. Your dick doesn’t pay my electricity any more than my snake for an ass covers yours.”
“...you don’t have to say it so bluntly like that.”
It wasn’t too serious an argument yet Wendel’s long ears dropped a bit stung by the reality of his situation. Okay. Maybe his relationship with the chimera was less about trust and more about contractual obligations. Less about loyalty, and everything to do with their sexual attraction to each other. Tabitha had at least four feet and maybe three hundred pounds on the bunny. He knew better than to ask a woman her exact weight. For some reason their large size just made him excited during their personal times together. It was still unclear even after years of renting if they could be considered a couple, but there was also worse than ‘friends with benefits.’
A few harsh clops from one of Tabitha’s goat legs broke him out of the self-reflecting. The long python that served as her tail wagged into view from around the enormous span of her shaggy goat hips looking just as disinterested in their conversation as everything else Tabitha dealt in. Her nostrils flared still annoyed, though her features softened.
“Sweetie. The extra income isn’t going to hurt you, and by extension me. And if there’s a problem, you know damn well I’m one for fixing things directly. Besides, I already got someone waiting for you to interview, and they’re a fan of that crazy E-zine you publish.”
Wendel’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “You already came here with someone!?”
“They were planning to rent the place if things didn’t work out regardless, so I figured I would kill two birds with a quick tour.” The look that got from Wendel left Tabitha feeling stung back. “Hey! Don’t be like that. Asking for free rides is too much and you know it.”
“I’m not asking for a free ride, I just need…”
“Help, and you know it. This is my way of at least trying.” With that, Tabitha turned on one cloven hoof and stomped towards the door. “Your lease allows you to reject this, but would it kill you to talk with them? I’m going to send her up now. So be nice!”
“Her!?” Wendel barely got the single word out before his room door slammed. A minute of stomping hoof steps later and he heard the floor's main door close afterward. He might have been standing there another minute processing what was about to happen before breaking into a mad scramble to pack away the many discarded fast-food trash littering his space.
He had just found a clean enough shirt to wear when his ears perked at the clicking of his front door reopening. Rhythmic thuds of shoed footsteps made their way across the open office space with a calm, casual aura to them. They came to a stop right at the bedroom door and then complete silence took up their place. Wendel didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until the effort was making his lung burn. Of course, his unexpected visitor chose that moment to knock, startling him backward against his computer desk.
“It… it’s open!” He choked out between gulps for air.
While it might have been nice for Tabitha to prepare him a little, the Labrador wolfess that stepped in would have left Wendel floored anyway. She stood over six feet tall, dwarfing the bunny by a good foot and a half, shaking a figure that the descriptor ‘hourglass’ could not do justice. Seriously, he wanted to know where people with boobs big enough to cover most of their torso were finding shirts that fit. It’d be very handy to stock up the next time his upstairs neighbors accidently make him a thick-assed bimbo.
“Hi! I’m Rayna. Are you Wendel?” she shifted her purse before extending the same paw in offering. The voice came out deep and calm, but a slight twitching on her lips and ears half-folded into a rich mane of purple and pink anime hair betrayed anxiety.
No idea where that was coming from. Wendel would have almost found it funny if he wasn’t dealing with the same issue. Still, mutual jitters helped him get the ball rolling by shaking her hand in return.
“Yup! That’s me. A normal bunny trying to expose the abnormality of this world.”
Pointed ears shot erect as the room filled with the sound of Rayna’s poofy tail swishing across denim jeans. “Oh! No need to explain that. I’ve been reading your reports for years now. It’s so dang good. I was browsing through some of my favorites on the ride over here.”
“Wow. Thanks?” Ah. That explained a lot. With a sheepish smile, Wendel absently scratched the back of his flopped ear struggling for any kind of better response. The idea he’d have fans wanting to actually meet his scrawny tail never ceased to be flattering and surprisingly awkward. At least this one wasn’t trying to kill him.
Not yet, anyway.
“Coffee? Soda?”
“Juice if you got it?” Rayna replied, having shed all signs of her previous apprehensions for their meeting. When Wendel gestured to a table only half cleared of empty amazon delivery boxes, she more than happily sashayed over to the nearest chair. Granted, the span of her hips left them pouring off the edges of its narrow base, but she seemed more than used to such conditions.
Shaking his head to try getting it out of the gutter, Wendel turned towards the fridge and shelves that served as his ‘kitchen.’ Doing so left him unaware of the wolf's little smile while she set her pure aside, taking note of the bunny’s staring. He returned within minutes passing off a One Piece mug of orange juice to Rayna before plopping in another chair with a can of Coke Zero.
“Never took you for an anime fan?” Rayna commented on the mug after enjoying several refreshing gulps. The carton marked it a week expired, but as long as it didn’t leave her retching…
“I watch a lot of movies.” Wendel gave a dismissive shrug to which the wolf nodded. Her smile deepened with an intent stare that left him sipping his carbonated brew uneasily. It was like she expected something more out of that. “So… you need a place to stay then?”
She scoffed, ears twitching with disappointment. Something about the way her muzzle pursed into a pout struck Wendel as familiar, although why escaped him. “Obviously. I’m taking a break from my normal work and wanted to see the east coast. Tabitha and I go all the way back to high school, so she offered to show me a few places. We thought here was a good enough start, since she's worried about your financial troubles."
Sometimes it's amazing how the brain can react faster than one's concept of time. Within seconds Wendel silently fumed over how he was just going through a rough patch and not in actual financial trouble. That melted into guilt at the realization his landlord really was taking in his best interests even if it ran parallel to hers. Maybe he could address that another day with a friendly putting and a dozen Big Mac's.
And yet he couldn't help snorting a laugh from one bit of information that shoved all emotional thought aside. "You knew Tabitha as a teenager? What was she like?"
"Try imagining her four feet tall and with braces."
Wendel wished he hadn't after sputtering soda out his nose. "You gotta be shitting me. That's a hell of a growth spurt."
"I hear it's all about monster genes." Rayna giggled with him, not expecting a bunny's laugh to be so cute. "I figure you would know after being transformed into a sphinx."
It was a world record how fast the joy left Wendel's face. He continued wiping soda from his snout trying to straighten back into a business posture. "I don't know why you think that was me. Those stories come from all over the place. I’m just the guy who crafts it into words."
"Yeah. Sure, boss," the wolfess propped her elbows on the table, resting her chin in both hands. "Your context clues and amazingly poetic descriptors give it away. It's a big compliment. I work with tons of writers and the stuff they spew out hardly shows that kind of passion."
"Thanks?” Wendel finished tossing wads of soda-soaked paper towels into an empty paper Taco Bell bag on the table. “What do you do that can afford a place like this?”
That mix of irritation and disbelief flashed across Rayna’s face again. “Seriously!? With how lewd your escapades get; I’d figure my tits would have landed in your wank bank at some point.”
By this point more soda was getting on Wendel’s muzzle and chest than down his throat. He appreciated that Rayna didn’t laugh from his second spit take and waited with a patient tail wag for him to spend more paper towels cleaning up. After filling the bag full to bursting with wet paper wads, the bunny glared back to her only for his planned chastising rant to fall out with his tongue. Somehow, he was only now taking note of her discolored eyes; one sapphire blue, the other ruby red. It all suddenly clicked into place with the crazy neon anime air and plump warming face. The polite grin across the wolfess’ face broadened upon seeing that spark of recognition
“You…you’re THE Rayna McCayper?” Wendel beamed like he’d just figured out a hard puzzle. Two seconds later that elation dropped with his ears as he remembered exactly why he had that amazingly thick figure on his hard drive. “The, uh, voice actor…and model…”
“And porn star. And sex worker.” Rayna offered to his sheepish list. “We’re both adults here. There’s nothing wrong with saying it.”
“Wow. That’s…sure a resume you got packing.”
“It’s not my packed resume you’re interested in, I’m sure.” Rayna leaned back in her chair, shaking her shoulders. The motion sent the basketball’s stuffed down the front of her shirt jiggling hard enough that Wendel had to cover his face looking away. “That’s adorable if boobs still intimidate you of all people.”
“The novelty of growing my own wears off a lot faster than you’d think. Having them waved in my face by someone I just met is just inappropriate for a roommate interview.” Wendel regretted his words immediately. Bunny impulses forced him to give an honest answer when his mind was too jumbled to lie.
“Okay then! Let’s get to know each other a little better.”
“I’m guessing that’s an obvious invitation to-and you’re taking your shirt off…”
“Mmhmm!” Rayna chuckled while she finished pulling the garment over her head, letting it drop to the floor. Her shoes were soon discarded so she could stand and slide off her pants, leaving everything in a cluster besides the chair. Even her underwear was colored a neon green like some eyesore advertisement for her chunky curved body. “Tabitha said you’d be into it, and I’m a bit pent up from my trip over here.”
“Boy, am I going to have some things to say to her after this. YIP!?”
Rayna had stridden the few feet between them before he realized it. Thick arms draped her paws along Wendel’s neck as she leaned far forward so their noses were close enough to blast hot air on each other. This also left her enormous breasts practically filling his lap inside their tight bra, with rich gray cleavage pressed against his chest.
“Don’t think too much about it. She’s totally into you, and I think I’m getting there too. So how much of my content have you got stored away on a flash drive? We could try a fun reenactment of my movies.”
“Guh! W-well, I do like your she-hulk series a lot? The special effects were great for low budget smut.” Wendel was running out of things to pretend were interesting to look at with so much soft wolf fluff taking up his peripheral. “This is not a conversation I thought we’d be having.”
“Hehe! Yeah. Those films were a blast to do. Really let me cut loose.” She pressed in on Wendel, nearly crushing his lungs with the weight of her plush flesh. Her muzzle slid along his flopped left ear and gave its lobe a few playful nips before whispering into it, “We don’t have to keep talking though, but I can share one secret; those weren’t computer effects.”
The air of her voice rushing inside his ear tickled way too much for Wendel to catch that at first. By the time he stopped giggling like a child she had straightened out and taken an unexpected number of steps back. “W-what the heck’s that supposed to mean?”
Rayna’s red eye shuttered in a playful wink before her entire brow furrowed with tense concentration. A sudden tremor seemed to strike the core of her body, causing fur and fat to jostle about to some unseen earthquake. Not a second later the wolf began to growl and groan, filled with a rolling sense of pleasure while her figure began stretching for the ceiling.
Inches creeped up on Rayna with the seconds, rounding her out to an even seven feet tall, and then shooting her to eight, nine… Her tits were casting shade over a gawking Wendel as she shuddered to a halt at a looming ten feet of thick wolfess. The fabric of her bra creaked in protests trying to hold on, even as its cargo spilled out its inadequate cups.
Without even moving, her bare paws had slid into a wider stance, knocking aside piles of trash and random clothes. A loud screeching filled the air from the table legs thanks to the expanding girth of her hips pushing the whole thing several inches away. Rayna gave off a long sensual growl as she ran both hands through her hair so the seated bunny could get a look at everything on display.
That wasn’t even the end of her little ‘show.’ Rayna gave off a sharp bark after another vibration rocked her enlarged curves. Being almost eye level with it, Wendel could see when her stomach suddenly clenched hard. The silky light fur along her abdomen writhed and fluttered before the flesh underneath bubbled from underneath it. When she’d relaxed again, the lupine giant was sporting a full six pack of solid abs. Even her waist had hardened with strongly defined meat.
With the gentle touch only an expert can provide after growing to such drastic sizes, Rayna lifted one paw to plant it upon Wendel’s thighs. Its rounded meatball toes wiggled at his wide-eyed face in greeting and then the leg itself tensed and groaned. Ridges formed along her shin, the sinew strengthening with a spring-loaded power. The excess of which surged up into her already meaty thighs, causing them to firm ever so suddenly with the muscle needed for hard sprints and epic jumps.
“You gotta be kidding me,” Wendel gasped. His gaze remained on the enormous paw kneading at his lap with its amazingly plush pads. That certainly worked his groin into its own kind of growth.
A giggle from Rayna got his attention back to her smug face. Although the bunny had seen this song and dance before, it still got his dick twitching when she made a show of raising her arms. Both hands wiggled for a few seconds in a mock stretch and then clenched in unison for a major flex. Like watching a balloon get pumped with air, the wolf’s arms puffed twice their size. Hard ridges created angular edges along the forearms leading into biceps covered in the solid bumps needed to carry a truck.
“How’s this for a special effect?” Rayna teased with a flick of her tail. An appendage that threatened to look comically small swishing across the chiseled cheeks of her ass. While waiting for Wendel to collect his tongue off the floor, she withdrew her paw from his lap. She casually yanked off a now useless bra before turning to let him watch her floss panties out of the deep crack of her rear. “So, what do you think? Can we get along enough to share rent?”
“I…mmggh!” Wendel bit his lower lip, especially when the big wolfess sank to her hands and knees. Her naked hips gyrated before him, swinging their tail around as if attempting to hypnotize him. Not that the sight of her jiggling glutes and wet labia weren’t already doing a good job of that. She looked back over her shoulder grinning rows of sharp teeth, eventually forcing him to swallow the lump in his throat. “Normally I’d want to steer an ocean length away from anyone with weird powers, just as a precaution. But if Tabitha trusts you enough over some of the other people living here, I can at least give it a shot. You’re certainly…friendly enough to be good company.”
“Awww! You’re sweet to say that.” Her eyes dropped from Wendel’s, and he followed them to the tent straining his shorts. “Now if your writing tool is feeling up for it, growing always manages to get me worked up baaaad!”
Wendel scoffed, although it didn’t stop him from jumping to his feet, removing his shirt in the process. “Writing tool? I thought it was your movie writers that made the bad dialogue.”
“Oh, shush! We’re not even playing on a set. Ahh-haah!?”
“Wha?” Wendel had just started undoing his belt when Rayna’s surprised bark echoed across the floor.
The wolfess had her eyes wide, fingers and toes clenching at the floorboards fighting some kind of tension. Before Wendel could think to ask what was happening she gasped, seemingly losing her internal battle with something. All at once her body surged across the room in both directions. Paws shot past Wendel as they began to become as big as the bunny himself. Leg’s bloating with additional running muscles surrounded him, leaving him nowhere to retreat when the wolf's pussy closed in only a few feet away, nearly resembling fleshy designed door curtains.
“Is…is that supposed to happen!?”
“N-noooo!” Rayna grit her teeth, putting one hand against the far wall trying to keep her face from squishing against it. Any furniture her expanding mass didn’t push aside was quickly getting crushed under her multi-shaded gray fluff. “I…I swear I can control this most of the time. It’s just every so often it likes to ‘pop’ on its own. I’ll totally pay for the…for the…oooooh! Crap! I’msorryaboutthisWendel!”
The bunny had just enough seconds to give out a resigned sigh before Rayna’s next growth spurt slammed her crotch against his face. Most of his upper body became sucked into the slick folds of her muff while the momentum of her growth picked up what remained for the ride. Howls of annoyance and apologies filled the building as Rayna could not stop herself quickly filling out the entire floor.
Outside on a resting bench, Tabitha was filling out its entire five-foot span reading through a cooking magazine she fancied. When the shattering of several glass windows came from overhead her reaction barely amounted to more than a curious flicking of round lion ears. Even when her snake tail hissed in stupefied confusion, she merely made mental notes on some key ingredients for a quiche to try making later.
Soon random pedestrians were joining in with their own cries of confusion and alarm. Cars were slowing down unsure of what their drivers were seeing and almost getting rear ended for the trouble. After almost a minute of hanging onto what peaceful contentment remained, the chimera closed her thin book and twisted to follow the dozens of wide-eyed stares.
Practically every window on the fourth floor of her building was now destroyed. Hundreds of dollars’ worth of reinforced glass shattered to make way for insane amounts of thick gray fur. All except for the double windows near the east wall. Those had been broken outward so an arm the size and length of a bus could hang out, waving frantically against the building wall next door. She didn’t need to guess the owner of that limb, sadly.
“The things I put up with for friends,” she sighed, flipping her magazine back open to a cherry cheesecake recipe. Boy how she wished for ten of those to snack on right now.
