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Curiosity Changed the Cat

By CimmaronSpirit

Commission for Xilimyth

WARNING: This story contains: macro growth, muscle growth, F/solo, nudity, super strength, destruction, magic, transformation, hybrid, wings, and more. If you aren't 18 or it's not an interest of yours, then off you pop. Otherwise, enjoy!

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"And this is the Ancient Mesopotamia Room 57-AC," the horse said, as he waved his arms in a grandiose manner to show off the massive, warehouse sized space, close to fifty feet high, with row upon row upon row of shelves, cabinets, and artifacts too big to be easily stored. The horse, in an olive green great coat and a short cropped mane, smiled widely as he showed off his massive collection, spanning countless multiverses of time and space.

"Wait, you have 57 rooms devoted to this Cim?" the cheetah next to him said, eyes wide in shock.

"Oh no Xili. More like 7,473," Cimmaron, the time traveling stallion replied, making Xilimyth's mouth drop open to add to her distraught and stupefied expression. "Gotta find a place for all the cursed artifacts from all powerful warlocks and magical dohickeys that some crazed elder god enchanted to cause chaos and destruction. Can't have that fall in the wrong hands. And, of course, a few objects here and there just in case I may need them."

Xilimyth looked around, stunned at the sheer amount of objects, tiny pottery fragments and massive columns and statues in the room. "I think you might have a problem Cim."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're a hoarder."

The horse snorted. "Hoarding is a psychological need to collect and keep objects with perceived sentimental value and unwilling or incapable of parting with that. I'm just holding onto priceless artifacts and history defining materials in super secret, physics' breaking vaults and safehouses to make sure they don't fall into the wrong hands and in case I need to use them myself."

"Uh huh."

"What? Totally legit!" Cimmaron exclaimed, as they passed through another doorway into another dimly lit warehouse, just like those in adventure movies full of magical, dangerous artifacts.

Xilimyth followed behind, slightly ducking her head to pass through the door frame, before glancing down and brushing off some dust on her t-shirt. "So what are you looking for? Because I don't think you'd just drag me here to show off your collection of... stuff."

"I need to find a 10th Century BCE object from the ancient city of Ur, that I think was down here," he said, turning on his hoof and jogging down one aisle. Just as Xili got to the corner, Cimmaron suddenly darted out.

"Nope! This one," he said, turning around another corner, his horseshoes clip-clopping on the cement floor down, down, down until they faded away."

Xilimyth sighed and shook her head. She should have known better than to actually agree to join Cimmaron on his trips through time.

"Oh don't worry, Paris will be perfectly fine!" She muttered. "Yeah, if we didn't arrive in the midst of the French Revolution. Or Ancient Athens when some aliens invaded. Or the future when an evil version of Cimmaron tried to ransom the city by shrinking it. Or having a mythological king of an ancient city threaten to kill you." She sighed, turned the corner, and down to where Cimmaron was. "Next time, I'm just going to go to the museum instead of seeing history for myself. Less confusing that way."

The stallion was just tearing off the lid of one box with a golden crowbar, but just as the top popped off, the favourite weapon of many a video game character vanished, replaced with a fancy golden pocket watch that he shoved into a pocket, before digging into the styrofoam peanut filled box, tossing piles of the white plastic pellets all over the floor.

"Ahha!" Cimmaron exclaimed, standing upright and holding a small stone carved statue in his hand. "Found it! That should appease Gilgamesh!"

Xilimyth was about to ask what it was for, when Cim pulled out his pocket watch and pushed the fob on the top of the time keeping device.

WOOSH! A bright orange filled the aisleway, inside of which appeared a portal to another time and place. Cimmaron quickly raced through, clutching one of many dozens of statues he "owned" in the same box.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Xilimyth called, sprinting toward the portal. "Don't leave me here!"

The orange light blinked out just as Xili was approached it.

She was going so fast she couldn't stop herself, or use her feline reflexes to avoid the crash

The cheetah ran straight into the shelving unit of boxes and crates.

"Oww!" Xili cried out as her face took the brunt of the impact and fell to the floor, as the steel and wooden shelving units began to creak and groan, swaying back and forth as the haphazardly stacked artifacts of a hundred civilization of a hundred different timelines began to wobble and shake, threatening to fall at a moments notice.

But the shelving itself refused to collapse. But on one of the top shelves, a small, tiny clay pot of a mysterious green liquid, a potion from a timeline of magic and curses, wobbled, toppled, rolled and fell off the shelf...

And smashed onto Xili, spilling its contents all over the sore, dazed cheetah.

"Oww!" Xili exclaimed again, rubbing her head where the pot had shattered. "What the hell was that?"

Xili, still massaging the sore spot, stood up and looked around. "This place is a god-damned deathtrap. I really wish I could get out of here," she muttered.

So that's what Xili tried to do. She went back the way she came, toward the door that lead to the previous warehouse.

But when she arrived, she gasped.

The door was gone.

"What? No, no no!" Xilimyth exclaimed

The cheetah ran to the wall, feeling at where she was sure the door had been, seeing if there was a secret way to open it. But no, the unpainted cinderblocks gave no sign that a door had ever existed.

"God damnit!" She muttered, before turning around. "Maybe I went the wrong way?"

She turned on her heel and ran to the other side of the warehouse (which was quite a feat in itself, as the building wasn't small), but when she arrived, no door was there either.

"Fuck!" She bellowed, scowling. "That goddamned horse trapped me here!"

Angry, grumpy, lost, Xililmyth turned on her heel and scowled. "There has to be some way out of here..."

But half an hour of searching, of climbing up catwalks and walking down row upon row of copy-pasted shelving and wooden crates, all with some number, letter and symbol combo stenciled on the side that she couldn't comprehend, she was now not only trapped, but horribly lost.

"Gah!" Xilimyth growled. "This is stupid! I guess if I just... stay in one spot, maybe he can find me? Yeah, I guess."

The cheetah turned down another aisle, this one full of statues, stone and marble creations, most of them painted and decorated.

"At least I can look at these while I'm waiting, I guess," she sighed.

So down the seemingly never ending row of Ancient Babylon and Asyrian statues she trod. They looked similar, yet each one was subtly different too. She couldn't point out for sure how or why: different materials? Different styles? Different paints? Since they were from thousands of different timelines, no one statue would look the same as the other. But they were all similar enough to be categorized in one place.

As she continued her unexpected sightseeing tour, Xili's eyes crossed over a single statue that made her stop in her tracks. It was a brightly painted stone statue of a warrior figure seemingly bending swords and spears in his hand, without any trace of exertion on his face. Of course, it was made 4000 years ago (or something like that, it was hard to tell where you were when time travel was involved), so many features or emotions wouldn't have been portrayed realistically anyway.

"Seems kind of weird though," Xili said, as she carefully picked up the statue. "I wonder why?"

As if to answer her question, a rush of warmth, followed by an icy chill down her spine and into her muscles, making them flex and tremble, with an electric tingling undercurrent, raced through her body. From her head to her paws her whole body began to tremble and shake, sharp fangs chattering as if she was standing in the midst of a snow storm.

Xilimyth groaned as her body began to rebel against her, strange feelings and sensations running through her body... then as suddenly as they started, it was over.

The cheetah slumped against the shelving, panting heavily as the aches and pains that went through her body began to go away. The statue she had been holding, however, was now in two pieces, seperated in the middle. However, it would be impossible to actually fix the statue, as the middle part that was in Xili's hand had been crushed, pulverized into dust and sand.

"Okay... that was weird," she moaned, the statue in her hand long forgotten, grabbing hold of the shelf above her head and pulling herself up, and only then realizing that she had bent and warped the metal in her hand like putty, bending the steel to perfectly shape her hand.

"Oh... that's even weirder," she said, looking at the groves where her hand and claws had deformed the shelving. She grabbed another section of the steel, and casually twisted her hand, and ripped out an entire chunk of steel from the shelf with a screeching cry from the steel. She opened her hand to see it had perfectly fit in with every crevice of her fingers and paw pad, every joint and muscle easily visible in the metal.

"So... super strength?" Xili asked, as she went to work on rubbing the hunk of iron in her hand, quickly molding and bending it into a ball, polishing it with her hands to make a perfect sphere.

"Huh, that's cool," the cheetah said, as she set the ball on the floor. "I'll have to ask Cim about what happened there. He'll most likely know."

She turned her attention to other statues along the wall, only to see one perched very precariously on the edge of the shelf.

"Oh, that's not good," Xili said, and she quickly slid up to it, and very, very carefully picked it up to set back where it belonged. It was of a dragon like creature, with painted scales of black and red. It was a very female dragon at that, with two very large rounded breasts on her chest, but also incredibly muscular, and a pair of wings that stretched out almost as wide as she was tall.

And just like before, her body reacted very violently to her holding the statue. She cried out, eyes forced shut as the fire and electricity raced through her body again, making her drop the statue back in the box and curl up on the floor as every inch of her body ached and flared up and cooled down, only for another part to go into mind numbing pain and agony.

Xili tried to open her eyes, to see what was going on... and she gasped as she saw her arms in front of her thicken and pulse with every heartbeat, adding more and more muscle to her already fit frame. The sleeves of her t-shirt strained and struggled as the arms they were holding grew larger and larger. Seems began to rip, cotton and polyester fraying and tearing as her growing body refused to be contained any longer.

The cheetah moaned and groaned as further rips of her shirt was fueled by the growth of her shoulders and neck muscles, but they were nothing compared to the expansion of her breasts. They quickly doubled in size, then doubled again, her bra underneath her shirt straining and struggling to hold her new boobs. But somehow the bra and shirt managed, the fabric creaking and straining the whole way to hold, but threatening to break at the slightest movement. But the growth of her chest forced the fabric of Xili's shirt to ride higher and higher to cover her newly voluptuous bosom, and pulled away from her stomach, exposing a double row of deeply etched abdominal muscles, a six pack to make any male bodybuilder jealous with envy.

The same story was retold with her thighs, cords of muscle growing on her legs and making the shorts she was wearing stretch and rip to make way for her new, more powerful legs, promising great strength and power to go along with Xili's species famed speed.

But that wasn't everything, as two pressure points on her back, just next to her shoulder blades, made Xilimyth roar out in pain, before two more rips of her already overstretched shirt, and the loud crash and banging as two mighty wings exploded from her back, stretching out and extending into the shelving units of the delicate and valuable artifacts all around her, sending to the floor thousands of years of ancient history, cursed artifacts and mundale daily objects preserved by the kleptomaniac time traveling horse.

But Xili, panting, sweating heavily, exhausted from the sudden changes to her body, didn't notice or care that she was ruining Cimmaron's carefully curated curio collection with each twitch of her new appendages. She glanced behind her, to see the draconic wings a darker brown from the tannish yellow fur of the rest of her body over most of the wing. There was some yellow and brown spotted fur along the edge of her new "arms," where the bones and muscles held up her new wings, each about five feet long.

"Uh... that... that is not good," Xili moaned, trying to stand up, and then tumbling and falling down as her new center of gravity from the wings on her back and her massive breasts on the front made it hard for her to balance.

"Ow! Okay, I really need Cim to help me with this," she groaned, as she stood up again. But as she swayed and nearly toppled, her new wings, seemingly with a mind of it's own, fluttered and pushed Xil to stand upright. But that flap of her new wings crashed into another shelf, sending a large statue that had been precariously stacked on the top shelf tumbling down.

"Ahhh!" Xilimyth cried out, as she saw the statue tumble toward her. She lifted her arms up to block the statue, but with the super strength from the first statue, she was able to easily catch the ten foot tall carved boulder, preventing it from crushing her.

Xili opened one eye, then another, to see that she had saved herself from being crushed. She exhaled, shaking her head.

"God damnit Cim," she muttered, as she set the statue down. "Why did you put such a massive statue on the top shelf? That's just asking from trouble."

And then the muscle cramps and heat raced through her body again.

"Oh come on! What the hell is happening to me now?" Xilimyth roared, making the whole room shake as she vented her frustration.

Considering how the first statue of the warrior bending swords gave her super strength, and the second statue of a well muscled, chesty dragon gave her massive boobs, a bodybuilder physique and two massive wings, this third statue, of a giant towering over a crowd of small figures should have easily given away what was about to happen.

Every part of her body, now with a template, began to expand outwards. Her already impressive statue grew even larger and larger, each quick heartbeat, each involuntary flex of her muscles adding more inches to her frame, adding hundreds of pounds of mass and muscle every moment as she grew from a well built and voluptuous dragon-cheetah to a giant, well built and voluptuous dragon cheetah.

RIP! RIP! RIP! Xilimyth's clothes, the valiant soldiers in the struggle to keep her clothed as she first transformed into a hybrid female bombshell, finally had to retreat. First her shorts failed, exposing more and more of her fur and body as they crumbled and fell to the floor, leaving her underwear, which only lasted a tiny bit longer before it too snapped, leaving her exposed from the waist down as she passed ten feet tall.

Her shirt lasted only a tiny bit longer, but it's end came in spectacular fashion, as the shirt, already stretched and strained to the point it was nearly see-through, simply exploded, followed moments later by her bra, leaving her standing in the complete nude, her breasts, despite their size and weight, still standing upright and perky.

"Oh no," Xili groaned, as her head rose higher and higher, looking on the third, fourth, then fifth shelf of the warehouse. Her hips bumped first onto the left wall of shelving, then the right. She tried to turn, to give her body more room to grow. But instead it only swung her chest into the wall of boxes and shelves.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Xili moaned as her tits now pushed worked as a pair of wrecking balls, knocking the shelf in front of her into the next one, which fell into the next, sending thousands of artifacts from all over the multiverse collapsing onto each other, a dominio effect that only ended when the last shelf at the far end of the warehouse hit the wall at the far, far side of the room.

She jumped, which made her wings stretch out, and crash into the shelving behind her, sending another half of the warehouse to collapse on each other.

And still she continued growing. Foot after foot, taller and taller, until she felt the top of her wings touch the top of the roof.

"Oh no, that's not good," she said, her voice now like rumbling thunder, making the whole building and the priceless artifacts inside them rattle and vibrate from her voice alone. She hunched over, trying to avoid crashing through the roof. Who knew what was outside this warehouse... was it in the middle of a city in the past, present or future? Or somewhere between the timelines of the multiverse, where nothing existed? If she did break through, would she cause the collapse of civilizations and timelines?

Eventually she was forced onto her hands and knees and the rubble of the warehouse, and still she continued to grow, taller and taller, every facet of her body expanding and increasing and ballooning out of all reason and sense.

But by now the growth was slowing, though it was hard to tell as she continued moving around, grinding statues and pottery to dust underneath her impossibly large, impossibly strong body.

"This isn't possible!" Xili complained to no one. "Giants are myth and legend! They are fictional! Why is this happening?"

"Because you touched my stuff!" a voice bellowed below.

Xili looked down to see a very angry looking Cimmaron standing in front of her, the portal he had just stepped through vanishing behind him. The couple of arrows in his great coat and the ash that smeared his face clearly had a story to tell, but Xili wasn't in the position to ask about it, and Cimmaron wasn't in the mood to tell her.

"What the hell do you have to say for yourself? You just pulverized centuries of work! It will take forever for us to fix it!"

"Us?"

"You know, the billions of versions of me that exist through the multiverse," Cimmaron said.

"Well, you left me here!" Xili exclaimed.

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did! The portal closed before I could go through it! I was trapped here! I had some green stuff dumped on me, and then I turned into... this!" Xili said, livid. "Look at me!" She grabbed one of her breasts, hefting up the mountain of mammary. "Like, c'mon! These make Dolly Parton look like a normal chick!"

"Wait... green stuff?"

"Yeah, some pot smashed on my head, and then this happened," Xili said. "So, if anything, this is your fault for putting breakable stuff on the top of shelves! C'mon, who does that?"

"Oh. That must have been the Potion of Statue Mimicry," Cimmaron said.

"The Potion of what and what?" Xili asked.

"Potion of Statue Mimicry. It gives the person who is doused in it the power to take on the powers and body shape of any statue they touch. You touched some statues after that potion landed on you, right?"

"Uh... maybe?"

Cimmaron was still angry, but it was next to impossible to argue with her anymore. For one thing, yeah, he did leave her here, if by accident. And he, or some other AltCim, did leave that potion where it would land on her, and most of the statues were left in the open to be easier to see...

The stallion sighed, growling and muttering to himself, kicking at some shattered stone work, rubbing his face.

"So, now what?"

Cimmaron sighed. "Well, I don't know. Everything in here has been smashed or damaged, and this was the more "magical" warehouse."

"So you don't have another place full of curse reversing stuff?"

"Uh... maybe?" Cimmaron said.

"What do you mean, maybe?"

"Look, there are so many things that we keep, that it's impossible to know for sure, and it will take months to figure out, even if it was possible," Cimmaron said. "So, I guess the best I can do for you is to at least get you some new clothes."

"What?"

"Xili, your like 90 feet tall, and are like the combination of a bimbo and a Greek god. No offense. There are very, very, very few civilizations that can handle all three at once. So, we got to at least get you something to cover that all up, okay?"

"What, you don't like me being all big, and sexy?" Xili said, giving a mischievous grin as she bent down, surrounding Cim in the crevice of her boobs.

"You know I'm gay, damnit!" Cimmaron shouted, pushing himself out. "Anyway, got to get you some clothes. And hope that my Chronodevice can create a portal large enough to let you through."

Cimmaron pulled out his pocket watch, fumbling with the device before holding it up and pushing the fob on the top.

A massive orange portal opened, giving some glimpses of another society beyond.

"Alright, get going. And you first this time, so I make sure you actually go through," Cimmaron said.

"Not like I can make anything worse here though, no?" Xili said, as she crawled through. "It's already been destroyed!"

Xilimyth emerged through the portal onto the floor of a clothing store, which despite her new found size seemed almost... normal, if maybe a bit undersized?

She stood up, stretching high into the air. She heard some gasps and gawks, and she turned around to see several other people staring at her.

"Yes, I realize I'm naked," Xili snapped. "That's why I'm here!"

Most of the shocked people, thus chastised, quickly turned away and back to work. A couple guys thought kept trying to catch some glimpses. A snarl from the giant dracat, or the elbowing of their female companions quickly convinced them to mind their own business.

There was a little blast below her. Xili looked down, to see Cimmaron, wearing a jetpack, zooming up to meet her at eye level.

"What..."

"I had to find someway to get around," the time traveler replied. "And, honestly, who doesn't love a jetpack!"

"Okay, well, where are we?"

"This is a CIMIndustries boutique for the... large sized," Cimmaron said. "So I'll go talk to the manager, and you start picking out your clothes, okay?"

"Wait, where are we?"

"This is a timeline with macros," Cimmaron said. "As close to the present that you are used to. It will have to do until I can figure out how to get you back to normal, okay?"

"Sure, fine," Xili said, as Cimmaron started flying away.

It turned out that making clothes for macros wasn't cheap.

"Five thousand dollars for a shirt?" Xili exclaimed.

"Yeah, how else do you think they can afford to do this?" Cimmaron replied. "And entire farm's yearly crop of cotton are needed just to make a half dozen shirts usually."

"Look at this, $9,000 for a pair of jeans? And up to $25,000 for a jacket? How can macros afford this?" Xilimyth continued, looking at the price tags on the clothes in her arms.

"That's not my concern," Cimmaron continued. "Though it used to be much, much more expensive before CIMIndustries came along. So you can be thankful for that!"

The giant dragon-cheetah hybrid sighed, and went to the changing room in the back of the store, the door cracking as she swung it close thanks to the extra strength she had. With the massive wings folded up on her back, the small cubicle was almost claustrophic, and just turning around made her bump against the wall. One turn, and the mirror crashed to the floor.

"Great," she muttered, as she started the process of trying on clothes. "Seven years bad luck to go with all this."

Considering that Xilimyth wasn't just a macro, but a jacked macro with two jugs on her chest meant that even bras were going to be a problem. Taking the first one in her pile, she inhaled held her breath, tried to suck in her gut, wincing as she tried to fasten the hooks on her back, which just interfered with the wings.

"There," she muttered, exhaling as she finished fastening it on the back.

SNAP!

The bra ripped in half, letting her boobs bounce out.

"Grrrrr," she growled. "That was the largest one they had too."

So, with it now clear that she wasn't going to be able to support her breasts, she tried some panties. But even the skimpiest ones that promised to cover enough of her groin and lower body was just... tight enough to be almost uncomfortable. But, at least unlike the ill fated attempt with the bra, they held.

"Okay, now shirts," she said.

She started with a simple button up blouse, only to have her claws rip through one sleeve, and her wings struggle and fail to get through the holes that were designed for them leading to more rips and tears. But she finally got her arms and wings through the shirt, ripped and torn already from the trail. The sense of victory came crashing down as she tried to do up the buttons on the front. Once again, her well rounded figure made it incredibly difficult, but she managed to get most of the lower buttons done up, including half way up her chest, before she finally gave up.

"Okay, that doesn't look too bad..." she started, looking down and carefully moving around to see how it looked

PING! PING! PING! The buttons popped and her boobs once again hung free.

A barely supressed curseword fill growl of anger came out as she ripped the shirt off. But as she looked at the t-shirts, with the low cut fronts and tiny holes where here wings would have to come through, she quickly deduced that it would only lead to more clothes tearing and ripping, so maybe it was best to just go for the tank tops.

These tank tops at least had the advantage that the wings would have a lot more room, no sleeves to worry about, and they would mostly cover her bosom, and after a couple attempts to get her wings through, she indeed did manage to put on the tank top with only a very few rips and tears.

Pants was now the next problem. The jeans were way too tight, barely able to get over her thighs before becoming impossible to pull up any further, or simply rippling when she flexed her legs. She never even got a chance to see if the zipper or button would hold, and gave up on that. The next option was shorts, but like the jeans, they just wouldn't get over her massive, watermelon (or proportionally sized alternative for macros) crushing thighs. So that idea quickly went out the window.

Sweats were easy enough, but even after she pulled on the largest pair, they were a few inches... or feet rather, up her leg, exposing almost half her lower leg. The rest of the simple cotton garment looked like it had been painted on her lower half, but at least it was covering her. Not to mention that a strong enough tug, and more holes exposed her fur to the outside world.

Xilimyth didn't even bother with footwear, as her broad paws couldn't even slip into the largest pair of sandals. Everything else would be worse.

So, with the War Against Nudity fought to a standstill, Xili emerged from the change room, the few survivors in hand.

"There. Done," Xili said to Cimmaron.

Cimmaron chuckled. "Had fun?"

"If tearing half the clothes I tried on, and destroying the other half counts as fun, then yeah."

Cimmaron shrugged. "Well, it's either this or I take you to the nudist macro world."

"Wait, what?"

"Nothing!" Cimmaron said as he stood up, adjusted his jet pack and took off. "Meet me at the cashier!"

"So, uh... how am I supposed to pay for this?" Xili asked Cimmaron, hovering several feet above the counter as the nervous male at the till, trying to not stare at the well proportioned dracat as he rang up the pile upon pile of shirts, underwear, sweats and more that Xili had picked out.

"It's already covered," Cimmaron said. "Be lucky that this is my company that owns this place."

"Well, thank you Cim," Xili said with a smile.

Soon, $1,600,000 dollars later, Xilimyth had a mostly intact wardrobe.

"Now what?" Xili asked as they walked out of the store, wearing a tanktop and a pair of sweats that were the only survivors from her attempt at trying on clothes.

"Well, got you a fully furnished house to live in for now," Cimmaron said, as he pulled out his pocket watch and opened a portal just above Xili, a massive pair of keys the size of the stallion falling through the sky for the dracat to catch. "Food, drinks, power, internet and other utilities will be covered by me, until we can fix this."

"And then what?" Xilimyth asked.

"Well, got to figure out how to get you back to normal. Or, maybe get that super strength in check," Cimmaron said. "Because, honestly, once that's dealt with, and you train a bit more for the wings, and you keep your eyes on the ground to not step on the tiny folks, then... yeah, you could fit in here."

"Well, thank you Cim," Xili said with a smile.

"Just next time... I'm not letting you into my warehouse."

"And I never want to go in one again."