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The Rookery: Vivian
🕑 Added 2020-10-19 03:42:10 +0000 UTC(conatins altersex foxtaur into hydra dragontaur, hyper butt, preg, and breasts, macro growth, stuck)
Commission for Vivianboo
Art by Janus
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The elevator gave off a cheerful ding as its doors slid open. Many attendees were already moving to enter, only to stop short. The impatient crowd nearly fell over each other before the ones in back realized their transport needed to be unloaded first. Many couldn’t even try to hold in their looks of disgust and irritation.
Like Vivian gave two lumps about their inconvenience. If they had the common foresight to think other people might be active at a convention, she could have already gotten off and out of their way. True, she was the lift’s only passenger, but that more than stressed the maximum weight capacity.
It took a few seconds for Vivian to uncoil her body and step out on cramped forepaws. Her lengthy barrel followed suit, head towering over the crowd at her imposing twelve foot height. Those that weren’t annoyed let their eyes track the gentle bounce of her head-sized breasts in a surprisingly fitting tank top. She didn’t mind it at that moment, since it distracted most of the group from her flank catching on the elevator doors. Their rubber edges scraped across the furry fat behind, almost clamping on a fluffy fox tail in her rush to clear the damn space.
People were even more annoyed watching the elevator close and the numbers count its ascent back up. By then Vivian was clear of the lot and heading on into the more welcome room of the hallways connecting hotel lobbies to an adjoining convention center. She fished out a cellphone from the dress poncho covering most of her feral back and hind legs to check some texts, keeping her four-legged stroll at a cautiously slow pace. Usually a giant fennec was easy to see coming. If not for her height, then the watermelons hanging from her chest and between her hind legs. The problem was how most onlookers stopped for a gawking double take so Vivian can plow them over.
Even after decades of an increasing anthropomorphic animal population, ‘taur’ births were still considered an oddity among oddities by humans. The word itself is a simple shortening of centaurs; mythical creatures with the torso of a human and lower body of a feral horse. In Vivian’s case, her waist remained firmly connected into the shoulders of a feral, fennec fox body.
Species certainly didn’t stop her from growing up to rival a Clydsdale in size, inheriting all the problems with it. Buildings had yet to modernize for such...elongated people, while public decency laws required both her male and female bits stayed covered. Vivian figured it’d be another five years before anyone invested in quadruped fashion design. Blankets and tarps were about all the rage for her enormous caboose.
Taking a vacation to a convention was one of Vivian’s favorite ways to unwind under such circumstances. These places had gathering halls big as hangers, allowing even her a bit of elbow room. Well, most of the time. Art galleries often set up in conference spaces where normal people had to herd around tables like sheep to get at their desired vendors. Her four legs just couldn’t corner without flipping a booth or three. Lucky bipeds.
But this was a different kind of art convention. Vivian knew she was heading the right way by the direction of her twitching black nose. Enticing aromas of all kinds were filling the halls, making more than just her double stomachs rumble. This weekend was the annual Washington Fall Food expo. The vendor avenue took up half a football field with almost a hundred kinds of cooks eager to stuff a fennec’s face for money, something she had plenty of. She didn’t plan to leave until her lower stomach bloated to the floor.
“Hm,” Vivian mused outside the main entrance. A few replies on her phone relayed news that her daughter’s plane was delayed for almost the entire day, taking some rise out of her pointed ears.
It couldn’t be helped. There might be a slight pang of guilt getting to gorge without a wing-girl, but the cry of hungry stomachs proved much stronger. Vivian texted back some encouraging acknowledgements and tucked her phone away.
“Ack!” She barely took a step inside the food showcase before a fluttering of thin membrane washed over her face. “Watch it with the wings, buddy!”
“S-sorry!” A blushing purple dragon looked to Vivian and then over his shoulder at the pair of spasming wings. “I just got these and they’re refusing to behave.”
“Yeah? Try driving a dump truck behind you for a few decades. It never gets easier.”
They both gave a little chuckle and continued on their respective ways. Vivian might not have understood the meaning of his statement, but a little self joking helped defuse any tension. Dragons are almost as rare a breed as taurs and also understand the joys of working with additional limbs.
For some reason, it took Vivian ten steps to realize something had been off about the encounter. Shooting a glance back at the distant dragon, she noticed his clothes were an absolute mess. Granted all that beefy muscle and thick tail was a magnificent sight, both his pants and shirt looked torn apart from just trying to fit. Why would he come down here dressed like the hulk just to act embarrassed about it?
“Fish cakes, ma’am?”
“Oh!?” Nevermind that guy. Vivian got a reminder of more important things, like the seafood vendor set up directly beside her. “Don’t mind if I do!”
A crisp patty wasn’t too bad as an appetizer, if a little dry from a lack of sauce. To the chef’s credit, it tasted like real crab meat. From there it was a wonderful indulging walk down one row of booths after another. Some rats tried to entice her with different flavors of butter, a moose really got her enthralled with apple cider bratwurst, and let’s not forget every other booth offering some kind of fruity drink or beer in little paper cups. Vivian didn’t go an hour before having to make a pit stop.
Bathrooms are surprisingly easier for taurs to use than one might think.
Once that business was done Vivian’s considered calling it for a while. Hands rubbed at the tight furry skin over her anthro stomach while she tried shaking off the usual drowsiness of an incoming food coma. However, seeing a golden dragon waddle her way out from behind a nearby both snapped some focus back into her.
‘Waddle’ was definitely the right word to describe this woman’s stride. She simply possessed the most rounded figure Vivian had ever seen. Legs thumped about meatier than tree trunks, supporting hips and an ass that looked like it needed two chairs to sit on. They needed those to support the enormous pregnant belly that sagged between her thighs. And yet, somehow, she found a pair of pants and a t-shirt that fit snugly around such girth. Lettering across her chest read ‘The Rookery’ only being slightly distorted by the swell of breasts equal to Vivian’s size.
“Hi there!” She greeted Vivian upon noticing the enamoured foxtaur’s approach. It was a soft-spoken tone for someone so huge, carrying a professional customer service vibe. “Fancy some eggs?”
“Um,” Vivian almost forgot the key point of being here as she eyes a bowl recently filled with deviled eggs. A bowl wasn’t the cleanest way to dispense a product, but considering how people inhale this particular finger food, it might be forgivable. She glanced back at the vendor, noting the name tag marking her as ‘Janus.’ “Where...do you get your eggs?”
“Oh...uh...a reliable supplier!” Janus averted her eyes, placing a hand atop her beanbag stomach before catching herself. “All our brands are made from unique and high-quality eggs. If you don’t like deviled, my partner will be running a waffle demo tomorrow.”
“Actually, who doesn’t love them?” Vivian used a provided toothpick to pluck out one of the half eggs. The creamed yolk filling tickled her nose with an interesting spicy scent she couldn’t place. Shrugging to herself, the whole thing popped into her muzzle between rows of sharp teeth. “Huh. Sweeter than I expected. What d’you put in these?”
“A few spices and our special sauce to shake things up.” Janus had returned to her station behind the booth which seemed to have two folding chairs set up together for her. “Hang on, I got a pamphlet somewhere.”
Vivian reeled back, surprised how limber Janus could turn and bend over in such a gravid state. Her hand functioned on autopilot, skewering another egg to jam into her mouth. Eyes refused to leave that tight denim around the vendor’s thick lizard tail. It didn’t even register when her back legs felt off balance and shifted to compensate. The creases of the fennec’s poncho were smoothing out across her own broadening flanks.
“Ah, here we go!” Janus whirled around on one monstrous paw foot with enough force that her belly wobbled. One hand stretched out towards Vivian, offering a folded up bit of glossy paper. “We’re hoping to catch enough interest here to start a franchise, but it’s a bit hard. Still, we got some restaurant locations, numbers, nutritional facts...wha-wha-what are you doing!? STOP EATING THOSE!”
“Mrrfh!?” Vivian nearly trampled a pair of passing humans with her host’s sudden outcry and frantically waving hands. Despite Janus’ demand, she swallowed her third deviled egg before giving them a concerned frown. Her free hand dropped the used toothpick into a bin and reached behind for her feral coverings. The cloth wrap was suddenly pinching tightly around her balls and refused to loosen up. “What’s wrong? I thought these were free.”
“Yeah, but only one per customer! Can’t you read the sign!?”
“Oh…” Vivian leaned forward and almost tripped, having to readjust her stance again. Pointed ears folded back with increased annoyance at her inability to stay balanced. Sure enough, a sign on the bowls other said declared ‘Take only one.’ “Sorry miss. Is it really worth blowing a gasket over? Or do these things have enough cholesterol to...to...mmh?”
Thoughts slowed to a stop as Vivian’s wandering eyes took notice of the pamphlet in her hand. She turned it over, curious about the nutritional information only to stare at the cover. While it showcased a cartoonish red dragoness with a belly to rival the live golden one, her eyes read and reread the words above them asking, ‘So you’re turning into a dragon?’
SHRRRTTT!!
“EEK!! What the!?”
All four of Vivian’s paws left the ground in her startled squeal as the back of her drape cover tore. A wash of cold air across her exposed backside brought up a cluster of concerned questions, which she answered by twisting her feral lower body into a crescent posture for a closer look.
“S-sorry,” Janus stammered, helplessly watching the poncho split with Vivian.” Maybe I should start giving the flyer before the food?’
The words fell flat on Vivian’s large fennec ears, unable to take her attention off a still swelling backside. A shiver ran through her tail before it rose involuntarily into the air where its base began puffing along with her butt in rhythmic pulses. Hips wiggled with each inch added to their span, causing aching legs to compensate. Even they were getting long and denser with added pounds of powerful muscles. Splayed paw toes scrapped at the concrete floor with claws way sharper than Vivian remembered having.
Then again, she didn’t remember having scales on her tush either.
Vivian gawked as the increasing length of back legs forced her junk high into the air. The rest of her poncho tore away from a bottom no longer coated in fluffy grey hairs, but shiny violet plates. Especially large scutes of light grey formed around the front of her thighs and back paws like some natural armor.
And still the tail remained the weirdest part to watch. With each hard throb, muscle inflated up its length like some long balloon. The base swelled to the point it forced her thickened glutes apart to make room. Long grey fur fell off in clusters under such increasing girth until it finally hit the floor over five feet long ending in a thin pointed tip. It looked just like a lizard’s tail.
“M-my tail!? MY ASS!?” Vivian gulped, running a hand over the slick, shining scales covering her changed limb. Tickling from the underside caused her to yelp and raise a monstrous back paw. Even her man bits changed, becoming barbed with a more mushroom-shaped tappered head.
Once the shock of developing a different species of phallus wore off, she yelped again. Fur continued shedding off a slow crawl across the surface of her barrel, making their way toward the shoulders of her front legs.
“W-what’s happening to me...hhggnn...GRRGGH!! Holy fuck!?”
Vivian clamped on the area between her neck and right shoulder. From under her flesh pushed out a tense alien lump that wiggled and throbbed in her palms. While managing a valiant struggle to hold it back, the fennec became overwhelmed by its superior force. There wasn’t so much a growth as an eruption of muscle tissue that shredded the top of Vivian’s shirt. A stalk of purple scales pushed her head aside as it grew six feet in the air. Muscles she had no idea how to use shivered, sending light glittering across the polished armor before the stalk curled to relax closer at her eye level.
That wasn’t nearly as strange as when the top of this odd second neck swelled out into a distorted lump. From its front pushed out a wide reptilian muzzle that yawned rows of sharp teeth and forked tongue. Slits formed at its base that opened up into sparkling eyes. Locks of hair poured out the rounding scalp, braiding themselves into a ponytail while large horns rose out from above the faces eyebrows at a slant angle.
Vivian blinked and suddenly found herself dizzy being able to look left and right at the same time. The dragon head turned to smile at her of its own volition, giving the surreal experience of looking at herself from two perspectives at once. This must be what mirrors feel like facing each other.
“Hi!”
“Gah!” She certainly didn’t expect her new head to talk either. Vivian tumbled to one side, still unable to balance with a monstrously huge backside, knocking three observing convention goers to the floor. “Who the hell are you?!”
“I’m you. Duh!” The head twisted around, taking in the scenery of food stalls and an alarmed Janus with unbridled joy. “This is so cool! Look how bendy I am!”
“Ugh! Stop that!” Vivian planted her face in both hands, unable to block out the view of her newfound companions flailing. Literally everything it sensed transferred over to her.
“Hey! Why d’you turn out your lights?”
Apparently it worked both ways too. All the rapid neck movements left Vivian sick to her stomach and only slightly aware that her already large breasts were swelling against her arms.
“Hrgh! Oh...oh god...not again!”
Pressure built up in the left space of Vivian’s neck, making her realize this wasn’t motion sickness. Within seconds another neck eruption tore away the sleeve of her shirt, allowing a third head to form on her shoulders.
“Oh, hey new best friend!” Cheered Vivian’s right head.
“Charmed!” Replied the third more relaxed sounding left. “That was an odd experience; growing heads.”
“I’ll say. You looked gross wiggling about as a stump for a few seconds.”
“Oh, my god! Shut up, you two!” Vivian clamped her fox ears, which hardly helped block any sound with two spare sets wiggling above her. “This isn’t happening! Oh, I can’t...ah haaa!?”
KRRTTT!
KRRRK!
SNAP!
The ongoing transformation was happy to inform Vivian it had reached her front legs, drastically pumping them full of powerful shredding muscles. She peered over breasts struggling to rip out her shirt as they reached beach balls sized to better watch more armored scutes form down her fronts. Paws flexed once with each round toe surging double in size before claws shot out their ends several inches longer.
“Oh, come on!” she cried when noticing her other heads looking at her butt. While her legs lengthened to help even her back, she still had a dump truck ass to end all other dump trucks. As what remained of her shirt fell away with enormous violet breasts falling out, the changes met each other converting the area across her waist into a taut, firm anthro belly covered in ab scutes.
It was around that time the left head’s vision focused on the display bowl full of deviled eggs.
“Sweet! All this bulking is making me hungry!”
“No! Don’t you da-”
Vivian didn’t get to even finish her sentence before a draconic version of her face plunged deep into the pile of eggs. Turns out those wiggly long necks had a lot of muscle to work with. She tried grabbing around the bending stalk to pull it away, finding her other self unwilling to budge from its feast.
“Dang it, I spent all last night making those,” Janus whined from behind her booth. It was a very tough call whether she wanted to get involved in this madness. Especially once the rogue dragon head gulped down at least six egg samples at once.
“Stop, damn it!” Vivian found a grip on the head’s horns, but still lacked enough strength to force herself out of the bowl. Even when scales poured down into her hands and blimped them with extra ridged beef, the neck refused to so much as bend. “Hnnngh! Crap crap crap!”
Hard cramps rocked through Vivian’s even larger, mostly dragon-taur body. This didn’t seem to concern her feasting left head as it finished the last bit of egg before licking around the bowl. Dozens of consumed samples slid down her insides, passing quickly through her anthro stomach to settle on the lower feral one. Her lengthy tail slapped the floor rapidly while she tried to fight trembles rocking through her limbs. Pressure welled up inside her lower stomach like the eggs were splitting instead of digesting.
“Is whatever’s happening going to hurt?” asked a concerned right head.
“I really hope no-oooaaaaAAAHHH!!”
BWOOMP!
Vivian was almost knocked off her paws when the slim scaled stomach of her barrel fell straight into the floor. Soft flesh oozed across the concreate surface from her insides filling up with many large, smooth objects, pushing her legs aside. It took all of two seconds to realize she was now heavy with eggs like her host, if not more so. The beanbag pliability of her lower gut threatened to lift her paws entirely off the ground if she had gained just a few more ovids.
“Hey! Why won’t you do...something?” Speaking of which, Vivian whipped her barely fox face toward The Rookeries booth. Dwindling ears flopped to the sides of her shedding skull to see Janus no longer standing inside it.
“There she is!” chimed the right head as it bent in a near perfect loop high above Vivian. From its perspective, the other two could see a glittering golden figure running for the exit behind a crowd of fleeing patrons.
“Swell!” Vivian sighed, eyes aching slightly as horns grew out from her forehead. “MMmppphhh! WHOA!”
THWOOOOOMP!
Tingles washed over the bottom heavy dragon-taurs new body, giving Vivian an oddly arousing tingle before the mother of all releases overwhelmed her.
KRK! KRK! KRK!
“Aaah!” It wasn’t enough to get sick on vertigo when her neck snapped several feet longer, but the rest of her quickly decided it wanted a growth party too. Paw pads slid across the convention floor, pressing so tight they formed a path of spiderweb cracks in their wake. The view became even more downcast as her titanic breasts loomed over the seller's stands. Her lizard tail slithered this way and that, overturning many of the tables with its thickening girth.
“Well, this isn’t overkill!” Vivian’s voice boomed over the entire seller den. Even her feet had to smash stands on their widening stance.
BONK!
“OW! You god damn!”
THUMP!
“Damn, that felt painful,” mumbled Vivian’s right head once the ground stopped shaking.
The pair of extra heads at least had the awareness to duck when Vivian’s rapidly growing body enclosed on the ceiling. In her defense, the new dragoness taur got too preoccupied watching the last vestiges of her fox nose turn into a scalie snout. Her head smashed into the steel supported overhead with amazing momentum that sent them falling onto their gravid belly before rolling onto one side. Her center head flailed about with its ponytail bapping the other two for several minutes fighting through the pain. In the meantime, her form continued crushing anything and everything that dared take up its space until her front paws and back were touching opposite exits.
“Ooooooh great,” Vivian muttered once her skull stopped throbbing enough to see. She was immediately grateful for the flexible necks as all three of her dragon heads had little room to straighten out in left. “That golden mom better be able to fix this. I don’t want to be some giant mega hydra all weekend.”
“But we’ve always been a super cool mega hydra.”
“What!?” Vivian turned to the left head, surprised by the statement. Its thoughts of complacency buzzed in the back of her focus, causing her annoyance to re-surge. “No. Shut up! You only grew out of me minutes ago.”
“Now you’re just talking crazy!” The right head’s thoughts slammed into Vivian, rocking her defenses. “How can we have been anything else? We’re large and definitely in charge of this place.”
“Ugh! You’re both wrong. Stop it.” Vivian shifted her front paws, trying to take the weight of her eggs off them. Or did the right head move them? Were they even independent?
“But this is great being a hydra.”
“I said shut up.”
“Look how sexy we are.”
“No! We’re...I’m not a…”
“And everyone can admire it.”
“But we’re not a fox taur...I...wait...what are you..”
The middle head shook about violently. No matter what Vivian did, she couldn’t fight the weird buzzing her annoying ‘sisters’ liked to do when they’re excited. Nothing could seem to clear her thoughts until finally just giving up. To her surprise, that actually worked. What a weird sensation; trying to oppose some random notion only caused her discomfort. Everything felt so much better when she just relaxed.
“Sorry, what was I saying?”
“Some weird nonsense,” the right Vivian said absently scratching her chin with the adjoining hand.
“Yeah,” the left head used her arm to jiggle their giant boobs for emphasis. “You were ranting about hating our awesome self like it wasn’t natural.”
“Really? That doesn’t sound like us.” Vivian sighed and then took stock of the abandoned sales floor. “That doesn’t change the fact we’re still stuck in here. What should we do now?”
“Eat the food everyone left?”
“Make an exit?”
“Both good options,” The middle Vivian nodded her smirking dragon snout. “Let’s do both in that order.”
The heads giggled in perfect unison as their taur body shifted lower to the ground. They all shout out in different directions with a ravenous flurry, mashing up chairs and tables between their many sharp teeth. It was like three wild vacuum hoses taking in whatever they could reach.
Vivian loved when she could work in unison. Hopefully she could ask that sweet dragon vendor for more eggs when her daughter arrives tomorrow.
