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Make Xilimyth Huge Again
🕑 Added 2020-11-30 18:49:37 +0000 UTCContains lots of female giantess growth, breast growth, and stuck.
Commission for Xilimyth as a squeal to: https://www.patreon.com/posts/moving-up-ladder-21907101
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It might seem like a great idea to transform your boss into a digital monster goddess…
Because it totally is…
But then there was the mess that had to be cleaned up afterwards. When Xilimyth accidently triggered the digivice that made her a renamon-cheetah with an amazon’s physique, the backlash was equally strong. It had destroyed everything in her office, along with much of the workspace near her side of the floor.
In hindsight, they should not have used the parking garage when changing her back either. Highlander had nothing on a renachee’s lightning effects.
Vehicular demolition aside, Desmond still had a lot of work to do. Much as the boss liked a little growth period he was not off the hook until her workplace was cleared, painted, and restocked.
Unfortunately, that first item was going at a snail’s pace. Desmond was not known for his physical strength without lots of scientific, or magical, aid. Moving three pieces of a broken desk to the elevators was hard. No one else on Xilimyth’s payroll was about to help him either. Not with his track record of spontaneously transforming people on a whim.
Desmond had begun dragging the second chunk of desk by the time lunch had passed. His struggles earned fairly pitiful looks by the few programmers that cared about his presence at all. Like their opinions hardly mattered while hauling lumber through cubicles. It was such grueling work he barely caught sight of Xilimyth rounding a corner just in time to stop.
The lithe feline looked up from her phone to shoot him an adorable smile. Desmond silently wished she had stayed a hulking renamon a little longer. It would have helped provide muscle to clear out the heavier debris, and a wonderful sight to admire. She felt it was more appropriate to punish an employee than clean up her own office personally.
“Dessy! There you are!” Of course, getting hugged in Xilimyth’s soft embrace was enough to melt anyone’s heart in forgiveness. That had to be some kind of cat secret weapon Desmond was weak against. “I got some new ideas for plots we should discuss. How goes the cleaning?”
“Oh. You know. Almost done?” Desmond lied between heavy breaths. “Just got the last of the desk, all the chairs, the plants under the window, the pieces of window, your filing cabinet, the broken drinking bird toy…”
“Oh, geez! The files are still in there?” A sudden look of concern replaced Xilimyth’s smile. She plucked the two foot long plank of wood out of Desmond’s hands, tucking it under one arm. “I’ll take care of this for you. If you can get the cabinet open, would you mind collecting everything and putting it on my temp desk?”
“Uuugh! That’s like... a hundred papers, boss.” Desmond threw his hands up, trying to look very grumpy. Of course, there was no way he could refuse such an order from a cute cat, even after hauling that broken desk drawer halfway across a room. He would have to find some way to muster the strength for heavy paper lifting now.
“Thanks, sweetie! Be right back!” Xilimyth gave him a pat on the head before turning tail with his confiscated junk.
Desmond’s knees ached from making three trips to the trash chute already. Shuffling the fifteen meters back to the disaster that was once an office felt akin to a death march. At least the file cabinet for Xilimyth’s many plots and deals was right where they left it, in the wall bent at an angle. The thing must be made from some sturdy material to survive several stray lightning bolts, and without its contents catching fire too.
Getting it open in such a state would be harder, though. Nothing a few swings from a hammer could not fix. Unlike her employee, Xilimyth was also good at foresight and brought in tools for breaking down the useless furniture into smaller pieces for disposal.
If only Desmond had such a knack for planning. He might not have used the sledgehammer otherwise. On his third swing the entire cabinet gave out, blanketing half the room in scattered folders, papers, and photos. The heavy tool was quickly dropped, making a decent hole in a charred section of the floor, as Desmond scrambled to collect things. Perhaps if he was fast enough, Xilimyth would not notice and make him spend a weekend reorganizing what was essentially the cheetah’s life.
Two folders in and he was already getting concerned on what went where. At least these things held a lot more papers than Desmond thought. They snatched a handful of Polaroids up to finish stuffing his third collection, but something about the coloration of the top picture made him pause. Taking a closer look, Desmond dropped the folder in his other hand, re-scattering its contents so he could shuffle through the pictures he had found with oblivious interest.
It took almost a minute to deduce the woman in the picture was Xilimyth. Desmond could only recognize her from the blazing violet eyes, and her almost signature yellow with black spots markings. Everything else was a far cry from the small and lithe cheetah he knew.
Being a photo of a dragon, that kind of went without saying.
Thanks to the trees in her image, Desmond could tell this version of Xilimyth was ridiculously tall. Way more than the nine-foot renamon he had made her. This dragon’s body stretched incredibly long like one of those Chinese style noodles. Her lengthy, flexible neck twisted over the top branches to give a toothy smile at the camera. An equally limber tail coiled around the tree’s trunk to wave its tuft end.
Next picture was more like the cat version of Xilimyth, but bigger. Not like hugging tree’s size, but she was thick with muscle. The rhino she was busy conversing with only came up to the edge of her bowling ball breasts. A view he seemed to enjoy very much.
There were not a lot of dragon traits prominent in this Xilimyth’s build. About all Desmond could spot were the bat-like wings stretching out from her bulky shoulders. There might have been a few spikes sticking out of her tail but that was about it.
The third picture was the most confusing. Xilimyth was still in her mostly-cat-but-dragon-wings state, only this time she was naked. Her muscular curves were hugging a giant grey ball into the hard abs of her stomach. Otherwise it was a pitch black backdrop with specs of random colors thrown about. Someone did an outstanding job on the lighting too. Desmond could almost swear his boss was...floating...in...space.
Wait, was Xilimyth hugging the moon?
Who the hell took this photo!? HOW!?
“Dessy? Have you got the files okay?” As if on cue, Xilimyth strode into the office. Granted seeing her papers decorating the heavily burned floor ruined a lot of her perky attitude. There was only solace in the fact none of them were on fire. “Oh... I didn’t say scramble the files, dear. I said transfer them.”
“I know that!” Desmond whirled to shove the Polaroids into his boss’s face. A sly grin spread across his muzzle. “You didn’t tell me you were a mother fucking dragon! What’s all these images of you being huge? I thought you hated being a renamon hulk, and here you are a monument in space.”
Xilimyth staggered back, going cross-eyed for a second trying to figure out what all the babbling was about. Once she managed to properly view the photos dancing before her cute little nose, what remained of her good mood dropped with her tail. All the Polaroids were snatched out of Desmond’s grasp in a blur. She gave a low hiss that made him recoil.
“I don’t do ‘huge’ anymore, Desmond.” Xilimyth busied herself scooping up a folder. Any old one to stuff reminders of a previous lifetime back into hiding. “It was just a phase I grew out of in my youth.”
“Heh, grew.”
“You know what I mean!” The fur on Xilimyth’s neck and shoulders rose with her anger. It gave the usual cat trick of making herself look bigger.
“You can’t possibly be that old either.” Too bad Desmond was not so easily intimidated. “Come on, you were hugging the moon. And I could have sworn I saw one of you holding Venus in one hand. How did you even get photos of that?”
“You’re not the only reality bending squirrel I’ve worked with.” Xilimyth raised a hand to silence Desmond when his muzzle opened again. “And no, you can’t meet him through me. I just said I’m done with that business.”
“How can you be done with something that looks so fun? You can grow big as planets.”
Xilimyth could not resist a small laugh, continuing to kneel for papers to avoid eye contact. “Try galaxies.”
“GALAXIES!?”
Xilimyth regretted getting out of bed this morning. Back when she was a hulking renamon spilling over the edges of a king-size mattress. To think she had been eager to shrink out of that minor transformation to avoid slamming into the top of doorways. “I’m pretty sure my original body has two or three by now. They’re like basketballs with an orbit.”
She risked a glance at Desmond to find his jaw hanging for the floor.
“Real body?”
“We’re not having this conversation, Desmond!” Xilimyth slammed an overstuffed folder down to begin filling another. It no longer mattered what papers were for which project.
And yet Desmond loomed over her in a mix of excitement and surprise. “Well, I’m not about to drop this either. You’re a dragon…”
“Part dragon!” Xilimyth snapped more venomous than intended.
“And you can grow to the size of god. Yet I only add a few feet and lots of juicy muscle before you go crazy.”
“You also destroyed my office.”
Desmond waved a hand dismissively. “Same story, different details. I just want to know if you liked it, and if so, why try hiding it so aggressively?”
Xilimyth was running out of papers to bind together. Leaning back onto her hunches, she gave Desmond a tired side glance. Of course, he had turned on that cute puppy face to coax an answer. That was totally a rip off of what Xilimyth liked to do. Cats legally owned the guilty stare tactics.
She also did not have the heart to tell him why she shrank back down. How being bigger than three galaxies did not mean you could interact in any meaningful way. Being big meant being lonely.
Still, Desmond’s shenanigans had not been all bad. The rush of power as her muscles grew...pleasured relief from her tight clothes tearing off…
Nostalgia had to be one of the cruelest forms of advertising. Xilimyth took a deep breath before standing back up. Her arms crossed in an emotionless stare down with Desmond’s goofy grin.
“What do you want?”
Cackling, Desmond pulled another photo out of his back pocket. Somehow he had snuck a Polaroid of Xilimyth swimming through some green planet’s ring of ice rocks. The fact she was happily doing a backstroke in a bikini made from the same ice had Xilimyth blushing, although she maintained a stoic face.
“I want to meet the real Xili, even if it’s not your biggest size.” Xilimyth blinked only to find Desmond’s yellow eyes had gone to extra Bambi-levels of pleading. “Can’t you just grow a few stories tall? It’d be really awesome to see a true dracat transformation.”
No argument could come forth. Xilimyth’s mind was drawing blanks on all escape attempts. Sure, she could just order him as a boss to get on with the workday. And that probably meant conversations like this every day for another month. But was it really worth opening a pandora’s box to satisfy one employee?
A small... adorable... gushing fan employee?
“Ugh! Fine!” Xilimyth threw her papers back into the air, letting them redecorate the floor. “Let’s go across the street to the parking lot. I’d like to avoid having to pay off any more property damages.”
Desmond waited until Xilimyth turned to walk out before snatching up as many stray photos as his pockets could fit. With a happy bound, he fell in line behind her. “Yes, boss!”
The elevator ride down was short but full of anticipation. Granted their mutual feeling was for vastly different reasons. It elated Desmond that his boss was not only a half-dragon, but that he was about to see something really awesome.
Something Xilimyth could not believe she had agreed to. Now she was going to have to wreck two suits in one week. If anything, the chee’s mind reeled for any excuse to flee the second the doors opened. However, Desmond’s childish glee made it hard to skip out on one of her favorite employees. Just a quick growth, give him some fan service and we can all get back to work never speaking about giants again.
Both were too caught up in their own thoughts to make conversation. With a sharp ding, the elevator doors slid open and Xilimyth was off faster than a bullet. Behind her came the panting wheezes of Desmond running to stay with her, but that did not slow her high-heeled walk. They got out of the building where Desmond only got a moment to catch his breath while they waited for traffic.
The parking lot next to Xilimyth’s building was fairly idle in that most of her workers did not use it. Nor did many other people. The building it was assigned to had gone out of business long before the chee had come along. Only two cars were parked on opposite ends of the block sized lot. Perfect for growing without causing property damage.
Xilimyth was just regretting the audience they’d get when her head started peeking over skyscraper roofs.
“This should do! OOF! Careful sweetie!” She said, stopped so abruptly that Desmond crashed into her back. Good thing he was too light to send them both toppling over.
“Right here?” Desmond looked around after he had recovered from the impact. They had barely stepped over the parking lot’s entrance leaving him a tad confused.
Xilimyth rolled her eyes with a giggle. “No, silly. Well, not for me. It might be best if you hang back here for safety purposes. Don’t worry, the view will get pretty swell soon enough.”
“Yeah,” Desmond sighed as he already fantasized about this empty space getting filled up with the looming legs of a giant feline. “You make a good point... and what are you doing?”
“Nya?” While he had been lost in daydreams, Xilimyth had already undone three buttons on her blouse. Her face carried a confident smirk despite going being red in the cheeks. “After careful deliberation the CEO of this company has decided to minimize the destruction of her new work suit.”
“Aw, but that’s the best part. YIP!” Desmond struggled to catch the blouse when it was suddenly tossed upon him.
“Please don’t drop these, Dessy,” Xilimyth said in dismissal of his protests. She bent over almost casually to wiggle out of her skirt. It and her heels also fell into Desmond’s arms. She was rather proud of the little guy for not staring at such an impromptu stripping.
Desmond was even folding them best he could under the circumstances. “How big you planning to get, any who?”
“Oh, um…” Xilimyth bit her lower lip as weight shifted between her socked feet. The underwear flaunting cheetah had not thought that far ahead. “Sixty-five feet used to be my normal size. That should be enough to satisfy your curiosity, right?”
“Heh, normal?” Desmond gave a mocking chuckle at such a mundane adjective. A sharp nose flick from Xilimyth’s finger shut him up. “Right, sixty-five is great. I’ll just wait here then.”
“Good boy!” She gave Desmond a pat on the head, promptly twirling to strut deeper into the parking lot.
Clad in just bra, panties, and socks left the cheetah’s lithe body on display for the whole city to enjoy. It gave Xilimyth pause to consider why she agreed to do this right outside her downtown headquarters. Probably because they would have needed a long drive into the countryside to get a building sized lady some privacy. Indulging in Desmond’s hype for giants was cutting into work time plenty already.
Besides, she had already stuck one foot in it. Best for everyone if Xilimyth just grew and be done with this nonsense.
A feat that proved easier said than done. While transforming was easy with an outside influence, such as an eccentric employee’s digivice, doing it under one’s own power required some effort. It was like a skill one could develop and improve over frequent use. Or, in Xilimyth’s case, stop using for so many years and the process became directionless. In other words, she was a bit ‘rusty.’
The first attempt involved Xilimyth balling up her hands into fists. Her eyes half-closed in concentration trying to make every muscle in her body tense. Spotted tail curled high as a rumbling growl grew in the back of her throat. The core of her being asserted its will upon her form, demanding it to stretch and swell.
To no one’s surprise this accomplished absolutely nothing. Desmond looked on for nearly a minute while Xilimyth would take deep breaths and then resume growling louder and flexing harder. He did not have the heart to comment Xilimyth appeared to be attempting a killer dump. The anime-style ‘power up’ pose was not helping the mental image.
“You doing okay?” he asked after another minute of watching the cheetah pose and growl. “I got some potions in my moped you could…”
“No. No. I got this!” Xilimyth gasped nearly falling to her knees from breathlessness. Taking a few deep breaths, she straightened back up to put a hand to her chin in idle thought. “Okay, straight up forcing it isn’t working. Maybe it needs an emotional trigger? Ugh, it’s been so long I can’t even remember what it was like to hold planets or eat a star.”
“You ATE stars?”
“Not helping, Dessy…”
Xilimyth closed her eyes again. Chest puffed up and deflated, washing away all tension with her breath. Yeah, that was what she needed; calm relaxation. A still mind always came to results faster than a wild one. It was just a matter of finding that special spark that incurred growth. After that everything would come rushing back as easy as…
HOOOONK!!
“Put some clothes on, you whore!!”
“Wow, rude!” Desmond wrinkled his nose at the sedan speeding past. Typical trio of rowdy teenagers getting whatever jollies they could get away with. “Some people can’t go five minutes without being impulsive, eh? Xili?”
Looking back at Xilimyth it was easy to see something had snapped for the cheetah. Her body quivered in a boiling rage. Hands clenched and released several times in sync with a rapid heaving of breaths. Instead of making her calm down, Xilimyth’s thoughts ramped up lingering on the nerve of those little punks. What did they think this was? She did not just drop her entire schedule to walk out here in a public exhibitionist display.
Okay, she kind of did that, but it was not her fault nothing was happening. This was supposed to be a simple, quick task. The inability to spark even an inch of growth was, ironically, making her so mad she could burst.
“Haa-Hrrk!!”
Bum-BOOMP!
Xilimyth’s body seemed to concur with such feelings. She gripped at her left side staggering to stay upright as her flesh seemed to jerk outwards by some internal force. For a few seconds, she and Desmond watched the slim waist in stupefied horror. That did not feel like something that normally happened.
Bum-BOOMP!
“Nya-ARGH!?” Another surge rocked Xilimyth back several steps. This time it struck her right shoulder causing it and the attached bicep to pulse several times large for a lone second. Drool hang off her chin as she gripped at it with her left hand, struggling to keep a steady breathing pace.
“Um...Xili?” Desmond half-squeaked, coughed, and found a less terrified tone. “Maybe you should calm down now. I’m thinking this was a bad idea.”
Xilimyth was turned away so he could not see the excited grin spreading across her muzzle. However, he could hear the mewing laughter that followed her tail whipping back and forth. It was far too late to turn back now. That spark deep inside Xilimyth had ignited from her building annoyance for today. Heat washed over her shivering body setting every nerve a blaze.
With it came back the memories, the rush of how good it felt to just be huge. She needed to let off some steam, feel the wind in her face, and the ground smash under her paws. Of course she had been doing things all wrong. The power did not need to be forced. Xilimyth rocked her head back, spread her arms wide and just let it take over.
“AW NYAAAAH!!”
Desmond blinked in alarm from the sudden feral cry Xilimyth gave to the skyline. In that split second, things escalated to eleven as Xilimyth surge from her usual six feet to twelve. “Oooooh heck…”
Xilimyth purred and giggled watching the parking lot lines move further away from her perspective. She took a deep breath of air and slowly released it, breasts gaining more lift as the pecs behind them firmed and expanded. Both hands clenched tight to tense up her arms. They began to visibly pulse in rapid, small flexes. Each one caused them to grow a little thicker, especially around the swell of her biceps.
“Get a good look, Dessy boy!” Her voice already carried a deep roar to it as she surpassed the third-story window. Turning around to face her employee, it was another small rush to see him gawking back up at this spectacle. Xilimyth crunched her stomach muscles with a hard grunt, causing not only her breasts to explode out her bra, but develop enormous thick ridges down her abs. “Hope you’re enjoying the show, because you asked for this. Mrwar.”
Desmond could say nothing with his jaw nearly reaching the pavement. Poor thing almost fainted when Xilimyth teased him with a flirty wink that only lacked floating anime hearts. He was just glad to have listened and kept at a distance.
Even so, Xilimyth was filling up the parking lot fast. The claws of her feet were poking holes in the ground while she shuffled to present her expanding rear to Desmond. It was hard to keep still or her feet would slide out from under her with such a rapidly changing stance.
Even her tail was generating wind sounds as it swished around with her hip shaking. The ass it was attached to was gaining copious amounts of fat to help match the sloshing breasts of Xilimyth’s front. Thighs ballooned up into the thick beef dreams were made off. A tank could get crushed between such lovely legs.
A death Desmond would have been proud to accept. More so if he could have been on an equal height with the looming cheetah.
“Nyaa haha! That’s the stuff!” Xilimyth flexed and posed to admire her reflecting in the skyscraper windows. Ears were poking out over most of the surrounding buildings, with the rest of her head shortly following. Even so, she still turned to teasingly run her hands across the swell of her backside. Another fun pose to show off her rippling legs in case those damn punks were circling around for more trouble. No one would dare call this goddess a whore and expect to get away.
Desmond gulped, enjoying the show too much to be concerned about the blood dripping from his nostrils. The boss looked to have reached her mentioned size of sixty-five feet pretty quickly, if the surrounding buildings were any kind of measurement. A second glance brought her closer to the eighth floor windows though.
No wait, ninth floor.
Now she was looming those spotted zeppelin tits dangerously close to the twelfth floor rooftops.
“Hey! Xilimyth!?” Desmond was surprised to find his shouts still reached her. At least enough to make Xilimyth stop posing and twist to look past her hips at him. “That’s... um... really cool! Yeah! You can...like...shrink down now?”
A series of sharp thunder came back, causing Desmond to clasp his ears in pain. This was the laughter of the soaring Xilimyth, who was becoming on par with the tallest of twenty story company buildings a block away. She did not seem to care in the slightest when her echoing booms caused several nearby windows to crack. Including the ones in her own company.
“Shrink down? Babe, I’m not even warmed up yet!” Xilimyth brought her hands up towards the sky in a stretch. A quick twist of her body trying to loosen her torso muscles. This caused her tail to take out the windows of two floors in one building, while the swing of her boobs knocked a roof off another. Again she only seemed to enjoy the tickling of debris on her curves as she brought her hands down in a pumped motion. “Watch THIS!”
“So much for avoiding collateral damage.”
Desmond lamented his choices today watch Xilimyth’s foot raising towards him. Toes were digging up deep trenches as she continued to grow. Each one looked the size of a small car.
Too bad they were way beyond the safety of a mere parking lot. Xilimyth did not have to move. Her body simply demolished anything in its continued path of growing upwards and outwards.
Her butt dug deep grooves into the corners of buildings.
Her boobs smacked a radio antenna off the roof of a sixty story tower.
The constant jabs along her lower legs barely registered as they tore up streets and cars.
The air became filled with the sound of Xilimyth’s body straining and groaning. Muscles filled in and puffed out into deep ridges under her spotted coat. Fat continued to pile on making sure her breasts and hips remained just as large as her thighs and biceps. She was an air balloon puffing up on an unlimited valve at this speed.
There was only one thing Desmond could think to do under such circumstances. Soon as Xilimyth’s toes came rumbling over he jumped with all the strength in his paws onto the swelling meatball of fluff. Like everything else, the fur was steadily growing thick and dense around the blue squirrel. At his relative size, it was cake grabbing onto the large fibers to climb atop Xilimyth’s paw.
The safest place during a macro incident was usually directly on the thing growing. While the fur rose around Desmond to become a forest, it doubled as a great shield against debris when the paw itself slammed through a building.
“Mmmm, so good!”
Xilimyth purred a deep rumble mistaken for lightening by people miles away. It went along well with how most of her naked sexy curves loomed over the horizon. She stretched out her arms and neck to enjoy the breeze of the high-altitude winds washing over her tender ripe muscles. Only the tallest building left came up to her thigh, and those were continuing to dwindle under her feet. With a loud crack, literally heard across the world, two leathery dragon wings sprouted from her back. Their spotted hide waved to test their new muscles, knocking over many of the damaged buildings below in the typhon they generated.
The impressive wingspan left what remained of the city, and much of the coast, shrouded in afternoon darkness. Xilimyth reeled her arms back in another flex to show off her breasts for the peons watching. They were moons in their own right, hefted firm and round by the bulge of thick pectorals behind them. Although she did absently wonder if there were a few cameras’s out there picking up on her growth and silently admiring the swell show.
“How’s that for you, Dessy?” Xilimyth giggled. The adrenaline rush was waning now that the explosion out of the city had long past. Although her growth still continued to outspan the girth of the planet under her feet. “... Dessy?!”
Xilimyth looked down and her ears dropped with a crushing sigh. Of course he could hear the voice echoing across the countryside, but had no way to communicate back. She was not even aware he was busy setting up camp along the base of her right paw. The city she had been working in for years now looked barely larger than a toy landscape.
The sky was no longer blue. Xilimyth’s upper body was gliding past the stratosphere. Only the vast blackness of space hung overhead, with a twinkling of stars in the far distance for company. Clouds tickled at her butt, with the slightest twitch of her tail completely changing their formations. Wind no longer brushed through her fine pelt, but her wings still shuddered from the cold.
Space was so empty.
Xilimyth hugged her small planet breasts with another sigh. Her growth slowly came to a stop and promptly reversed. The cheetah’s overall size seemed to shrink faster than it buffed, but Xilimyth was unconcerned about details. It was not worth going back out into the void again.
The act of getting smaller could be subjectively as amazing as growing huge. Xilimyth felt like a skydiver watching the ground rapidly expand around her feet the closer her perspective got. The city went from a stain on the dirt to abstract blocks until details formed around everything.
Specifically, she was fiddling with her tail looking at the smoking piles of rubble and holes in buildings her brief explosion had caused. This was going to take a few favors from celestial friends and a lot of power from her bloated behind to repair. That was fine, she rationalized. A few phone calls once she was back to door-fitting standards and this day could easily go back to normal.
KHHST!! CRACKLE!
“Um…” Xilimyth gulped looking back down at her amazon body. It sounded and felt like every bone in her body had shifted at once. Thankfully, it was not in a painful way but it caused many other problems. Her body was no longer shrinking, stuck between the six and seventh floors of the ruined buildings around her. Not to mention neither curves nor muscles had dwindled all that much. At such a decreased height they now made her look almost cartoonishly hulk-ish. Wings also remained poised on her back, possibly haven grown thicker with muscle mass.
“Xili!?” Words could not describe how glad the cheetah was to see Desmond poking out of the fur on her foot, even if he remained a doll in size. “What’s wrong? I thought you were shrinking back.”
“I was, I mean, I am!” Xilimyth closed her eyes and tried futile to concentrate the warmth of her power back into its cage. Something was so wrong with her body. It was less like the power could not be contained, but there was no longer a cage to contain it. “I... I can’t... NNGGHH NYAH NO!!”
CRRRK!! FWOOOSH!!
Unable to do anything but cry out, Xilimyth staggered in earth quaking footsteps as her growth resumed. This time too fast to adjust with the shifting of foot size and landscape under them. She fell back with a loud crash that flattened two parts of neighboring stores with her butt. The rest were quickly crushed under the rolling fat of her glutes as they continued to expand. Xilimyth could not even try getting up at the rate she was inflating. Her limbs plowed in an endless train wreck through walls and anything else unfortunate enough to still be around her.
“Dessy, help! I CAN’T STOP IT!”
“First thing, calm down!” Desmond’s voice floated up growing more distance by the second. “Second thing, don’t squash our workplace. You got this boss.”
He was right, this was not about to beat her yet. Xilimyth shuddered, but forced her eyes closed while taking a deep breath. Just that simple exercise was enough to slow her growth spurt, so she repeated the action. Heavy breasts hefted up with a big intake of air and slowly dropped with an exhale.
“Stop growing! Stop growing! Stop growing! Stop growing!”
The rush of heat died down inside Xilimyth. She could tell her body had listened to her rapid chanting by how her butt stopped shifting over structural debris. One eye cracked open, and then the other, giving visual confirmation she was not about to crush the city under her spotted hide.
Just a few minor buildings that Xilimyth’s insurance might be happy to cover. She must have splurged back up to ninety, maybe a hundred feet tall. Hard to tell when one was sitting down with floor counts for reference. Lungs puffed up in their biggest breath yet as Xilimyth shut her eyes again.
“Shrink down! Shrink down! Shrink down! Shrink down!”
While the fire deep inside the cheetah refused to go away, it seemed to yield to her desires. Flesh twitched before pulling back. Ground shifted along her thick legs. Wind rushed through her fur in a rapid descent.
However, sixty feet seemed to be the last floor. Xilimyth huffed, closed her eyes, and chanted with all her might. A good ten minutes of Xilimyth shifting, squinting, grumbling, and flexing passed. Regardless of anything she tried this was as small as her power wanted to get. When she finally gave up and opened her eyes, it was alarming to find emergency services swarming around her.
“I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” Xilimyth said to no one in particular. Her dragon wings folded around her front in a cloak for some vestige of modesty.
“Not as much as you might think.” Desmond’s voice came floating over surprisingly close. A quick glance to her right allowed Xilimyth to see he was standing atop an outstretched cherry picker. Although Desmond’s attention was more on an iPad than her enormous boobs, for a change. “This city gets so much macro disturbances these days you would not believe how efficient the protocol is.”
Xilimyth could not help smirking at the thought. “I bet they have you to thank for that.”
“Why? I don’t even work with emergency services, much less collaborate with their finances.”
“... I meant with all the macro related…”
“ANYWAY!” Desmond gave a nervous laugh trying not to meet the eyes of police officers glancing up curiously at them. “We can discuss specifics in a less incriminating scene later. It looks like you’re pretty stuck a big kitty for a while.”
“Yeah, I... wait, why are you sounding sad?” Xilimyth brought an arm out from under her wings to give a hard flex inches from Desmond’s face. The swell of her biceps showed off every crevice now being bigger than a bus. “You got exactly what you wanted; a big ol dracat with extra swell.”
That was intended as a teasing flirt, but to her surprise Desmond’s tail dropped. He looked on the verge of tears averting his gaze from the boulders of spotted cheetah muscle close enough to be petted.
“I didn’t mean to get you permanently giant boss. This is not how I thought anything would go and you…. I…”
“Hey! Hey!” Xilimyth’s giant hand moved over to carefully stroke Desmond’s head with two fingers. Her smile also had a way with calming nerves, especially being bigger than a jumbotron. “This is nothing, silly. I told you I’ve been around galaxies worse than this. At least I’m not floating alone in space this time. Besides, this doesn’t feel so bad.”
Desmond’s tail gave a single, hopeful wag. “R-really?”
“Heck, yeah!” Xilimyth rose slowly to her feet. Luckily a good perimeter had been set up for this by friendly police. “When you don’t do something you loved for a long time, it almost feels like new doing it again. And let me tell you, I kind of missed being big! Of course, if I’m stuck like this we must make a few adjustments. My office for one, and then there’s getting clothes.”
“Way ahead of you, boss!”
Xilimyth perked her ears at Desmond. “Nya?”
The little blue employee smiled back, pointing down to a flatbed truck that had just rounded the block. It seemed to carry large folded circus tents, but as police allowed it closer through their barricade, she noticed they had a distinct denim fabric.
“Oh, no way!” Xilimyth’s own tail wagged, generating a small breeze. Plucking each sheet off the truck unfolded them to reveal possibly the cities largest halter top and jean shorts ever made. They had even made the cut with ease of sliding around her wings, and she was quick to slip them snugly over her muscular curves. “How did you even?”
“I called Jason while you were occupied trying to go down,” Desmond explained with a shrug. “She’s an expert on this stuff. Has whipped up clothes for me in minutes with any shape and size.”
Xilimyth glanced down to see the young raccoon woman waving back while reversing the flat bed out onto the street. She gave an awkward nod back watching Jason drive off. “Does she even own that truck?”
Desmond gave another casual shrug. “I didn’t know she had a license to drive.”
Xilimyth fidgeted with her new shorts uneasily. “Uh…”
“But yeah!” Desmond whipped back to her, or rather her crotch with how high the cherry picker could go. “Glad to see they fit. Now, the police say that since you caused no serious injuries, we can at least go home for the day. You just have to sign these damage waivers for the block we kind of crumbled under butt.”
“Yeah, sure.” Xilimyth sighed as her ears dropped. That was still better than she was expecting to get after such a mishap. She was not eager to learn the protocol for ‘bad’ giant rampages. “A few building renovations should be fine, right?”
“Um…”
Desmond handed her a rolled up carpet. This turned out to be invoices printed on the back of several tarps. Xilimyth was really surprised when her hand reached into a pocket out of habit and found a giant pair of reading glasses. They fit almost perfectly on her muzzle to read over the still small font.
And then she read it again, slower, tail curling as her eyes opened wide behind the rims. Breathing exercises kicked back in trying to keep nerves calm. Maybe if she grew out of the stratosphere and hid behind the moon for a year, the IRS could…
“Xili?”
Xilimyth snapped back to reality, swiping a cruiser with her tail. “Ugh! Sorry officers, just add that to my bill. Desmond? Be a sweetie and call Georgie for me.”
A confusing request to be sure. Not the response Desmond had been expecting. “Your lawyer?”
Xilimyth looked down at him just as confused. “No. The coffee shop two blocks away. Tell him I need a cement mixer full of mocha, because balancing this budget will take me all night.”
Comments
Desmond Fallout
It's a conundrum that's always in the back of my mind when doing macros. I'd go crazy within five minutes of nothing but stars to look at. XD;;
Aneru
Ah, yes, the true Challenge of going full macro: Running out of stuff to do once the ecstasy wears off. And if everything becomes macro, then you essentially reset everyone's size to normal.
