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?Staring at the clock was not going to make time move any faster. Lana knew this very well, but she failed to think of anything better to do. Soon as she sat down, or read a book, or got a drink, the moment of truth would arrive. Fate loved to play cruel jokes that way.

The only time her brown eyes were not on the still hands of her grandfather clock was when she glanced at the wall mirror to fuss with her red ponytail. A quick nudge of her glasses adjusted things for her to see that everything was still as fancy as intended. Granted the rest of her nerdy little body was buried under a bathrobe thrice its size. That was all part of Lana's little surprise for tonight, assuming the damn hour ever got here.

It had been almost two weeks since her first date with Wes, and it still felt like a beautiful dream. A lot of guys tended to drive off when they realized their date is part wolf-toon and crime fighter. Some of the more scummy experiences just hung around Lana's alter ego trying to leech off the publicity her civil service brought.

Somehow Wes felt different. Lana could smell the desire off him since the second they were introduced. Not the usual lust that most crowds emitted. It was a scent she had never picked up on anyone before. Turned out the blond haired man was a child-at-heart type with a big fetish for toons, and possibly a fetish for big things in general. Funny how that ended up turning their first date from a complete disaster into the best night of his life. Lana would have thought having guns shoved in one's face while a giant afroed wolf-woman fought off thugs would be considered a bad time.

Despite worrying for the guy's health, Lana was all too happy to finally feel accepted into someone's life. They had shared tons of texting and Discord calls since that night. Their general love for cartoons, silly inflation antics, comics, heroes, and everything childishly nerdy got them to connect on a more human level. A few nights ago Lana had gotten even braver; teasing Wes over a video call where she performed a very awful hip dance in her undies. Not that Wes seemed to mind her lack of style when a wolf tail sprouted above her shaking butt.

An intentionally unsubtle hint she did not need a full moon to get her groove on. The giant floating orb in the sky just helped rev up her inhibitions.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Lana had gotten so lost in the memories of that kinky night she almost tripped over herself when the front door rattled. Face burning a bright pink, she hurried on over to answer it.

"Good evening, Lana. I...um...was this a stay home date or am I early?"

Lana leaned on her front door in a dreamy sigh. Standing on the welcome mat was the perfect man himself. She had told Wes to go semi-formal so rather liked his flame-painted shirt and pants. That fantastic blond hair had its scruff combed and styled in a gel. It just made him cute enough to howl over.

Which was why Lana realized she had been asked a question after a few seconds.

"Oh, we are definitely going out tonight, puppy. But come inside please!" Lana stepped aside so the handsome blonde man could enter her little condo. Once the door was closed and locked she lead him by the hand into her living room. "I have a little surprise for you. Have a seat on the couch. Want some coffee?"

"No, thank you." Wes sat as instructed never taking his amused grin off the adorable redhead skipping around her home. "Although it's hard to believe 'little' can be applied to anything you have in mind."

"Huh, touche!" They shared a giggle before Lana directed her steps towards the kitchen. "Be right back, Cutie."

Soon as she was out of sight, Lana slammed her back against the kitchen wall. The breath she had been holding escaped out her tomato red cheeks in nervous panting.

"Easy girl. You can do this," she whispered as loud as she dared. Hearing even her own voice was a nice comfort. Although an abrupt change of her tone and mannerisms might have implied she was talking to someone else. "Ugh! Girl! Why are you freaking out? You know he's totally into your groove. It can't be beaten."

Lana had to admit herself had a point. She could fall on her fat butt and somehow play it off in a sexy fashion for Wes. Another fun activity Wes had introduced her to was roleplaying. Apparently, all the kids on the internet were into it these days.

Wes had theorized pretending to be her alter ego while still human would help boost her confidence. It was not as natural an act as it sounds. Pretending to be a titan wolf girl was different than actually being one. Having wild instincts and superpowers built plenty of confidence when in use. Still, Wes loved her attempts at talking disco jive so it was worth trying.

"You okay in there?" Wes' voice trailed in after almost two minutes of silence.

"Y-yeah! Just got ready!"

Technically she had been stalling, but no time like the present. Lana fumbled through the pockets of her robe for the remote to her iPod. Getting started was always the hard part.

The living room lights blinked out, surprising Wes in a shroud of darkness. Light continued to pour in from the kitchen entrance and through breaks in the blinds from outside street lamps. But it was the soft blue glow that dinged from atop Lana's dresser that caught Wes' attention. A digital player had been mounted into a small speaker system. It's activation caused the rim lights to pulse blue in the rhythm of Lana's selected tune.

I can feel it on the back of my tongue All of the words getting trapped in my lungs Heavy like a stone, waiting for the river to run

Wes straightened up when he saw Lana renter the room. Her face eyed him in a pouty wink as a lot more strut was put into her walk. The kitchen light acted like a walkway across the floor for her to follow.

I wanna lash out I wanna let it out 'Cause I can feel it on the back of my tongue On the back of my tongue

She came to a stop in front of the tiny music player. It's remote cleverly hidden in one fist as she rested both on her hips. Having a bathrobe blanketing her figure made it hard to strike a pose, but it still caught her man's interest.

"Is..." Wes swallowed the lump in his throat. His smile shined joy in the darkness. "Is this what I think it is?"

Oh, hard to hold this fire inside me All I know, sometimes it's frightening Hard to hold this fire inside me

"Dunno sugar cakes. I ain't no funky mind reader." Lana tried not to falter in her attempt at a deep voice. Too bad Wes already got a distracting rise in his pants from it. That was the cue to click another button on her remote, adding, "But let me know if I get close, dig?"

Wes nearly fell off the couch when Lana's disco light flashed on. The device hidden inside her ceiling fan washed them both in a cluster of brightly colored lights. It then began to spin, causing the spots to sweep over their bodies in a rainbow dance. Lana was not far behind, flinging off her robe to properly start this little number.

Oh, oh-oh, it's not really like me to lash out I gotta let it out I wanna lash out I wanna lash out

Wes may not have been a wolf, but that sure got him whistling. It was almost blinding watching Lana shake her hips. Her leotard may have been simple in design, but the coating of rhinestones made up for that. Each pass of a disco light created a glittering wave of color across her body. Colors that were constantly changing like a chameleon had learned to dance.

I got something to say, might start a riot Rip that tape from my mouth, I won't be quiet 'Cause everything is nothing 'Til you realize it's something you want

"Oh ho ho yeah baby! Bring that funk out in style!"

It was pretty clear Wes enjoyed the show. Even in the sparkling light show, Lana could see him pitching a tent a mile high. And to think this was just her warm up. She gave a little twirl while working her way over to stand directly in front of him. Her face lay casted in a dark shadow by the lights sweeping over her back.

"Is that right? You want to see my funk come out, eh?" Looming with a devious smile over her easily riled date, Lana made a show of sliding her hand down into her modest cleavage.

A white straw was produced by two of her fingers. The tube was connected to an extra special treat Lana had been planning out for weeks. Here was hoping the idea would actually work since she only got her chest padded up hours before Wes' arrival.

I wanna lash out I wanna let it out 'Cause I can feel it on the back of my tongue On the back of my tongue

Lana settled herself into a soft hip bouncing to the music as she took a deep breath. That was to better get a hold of her chest puffing out. Once lungs could no longer stand swelling against her ribcage, Lana kissed the end of her little tube. The air she had worked in slowly traveled down into her chest, complimenting her dance number with a sharp hissing noise.

It did not take much before Wes noticed Lana's chest puffing in a whole nother way. Almost like magic, the little woman's breasts perked up and then surged out, steadily becoming rounder and buoyant the more air they gained. Of course, these were the chambers of a custom pump-up bra Lana had managed to order online. Sewing it into her leotard had been tricky, but it was worth seeing Wes lean forward to drool at the sight.

She paused to let her date enjoy the sight of her tiny body with extra massive boobs. It gave Lana time to take another breath, which pumped up her literal chest balloons past the point of regular bra sizes already. This was a particularly stretchy set of balloons, meant more for joke cos-play than practical events. Not that there was going to be much of a distinction with Lana's toon powers ready to join in their fun.

Oh, hard to hold this fire inside me All I know, sometimes it's frightening Hard to hold this fire inside me Oh, oh oh, it's not really like me to lash out I gotta let it out I wanna lash out I gotta let it out

Another deep puff and Lana could hear the material strain around the beach balls bouncing against her real breasts. Hard to tell if it was the leotard or the bra giving out, and it probably did not matter. They were clearly pushed to their limits, ready to burst like Lana's desire.

That was absolutely perfect. Lana released her kiss on the little straw fighting an urge to plant one on Wes' face. There would be time to get wild in a bit.

The room became filled with the sounds of squeaky rubber, which was better music to Wes' ears. He watched hypnotized as Lana rubbed her hands over the large orbs tied to her chest. Each pass had them hefted up and dropped in a spring bounce, sometimes even hitting Lana directly in her face with a playful laugh. It was too easy for his wild imagination to picture them as real breasts; large and full of life like their owner. Their massive size under the leotard made it easy to catch disco lights off them, turning them into their own shinning balls of celebration.

A perfect distraction for Wes to miss how Lana's hands were slowly growing out thick black claws in place of regular clipped nails. Static formed in each of Lana's fake boobs, which she attributed to the luxurious coat of brown fur that was encasing her hands. She gave each digit a hard flex, popping their joints to help them swell out in the beginnings of rich, funky, muscles.

Wes seemed to finally notice what was going on once the fur began creeping up both of Lana's arms. The flesh underneath bubbled in a rapid boil of muscles that would shame a bodybuilder. But she just smiled back in a display of fangs that shined under a passing blue light.

"Want to see a trick, sugar babe?"

While Lana's voice had unmistakably changed in an intense tone of raw power, it was nothing compared to how she slammed one hand against each inflated breast. Stretchy and expensive as the pads had been, they were no match to having five claws jammed into its flesh.

KER-BWOOFM!

Such an action certainly made Lana's chest explode, just not in the destructive way a balloon might go. Both orbs shot up into Lana's face with the strongest bounce yet, falling back down with a new sloshing motion. The sudden addition of mass and pliability caused them settled back down on her chest less round in shape, but no smaller in size.

If anything, Wes was sure Lana popping balloons into real breasts had actually made them larger. That could just be the result of seeing such gorgeous brown furred mounds on a tiny body though.

I can't be the cork, come out of the bottle I can't be the cork, come out of the bottle I can't be the cork, come out of the bottle I can't be the cork, come out of the bottle

"You like when my chest explodes, eh?" Lana giggled as Wes nodded in vigorous silent awe. "I bet you'll like seeing what else we can pop, then!"

With that, Lana bent her whole body backward taking in her deepest breath yet. Having a fully wolfed out chest and arms seemed to help with the puffing process. Eventually, she reached a limit, or at least seemed satisfied with one, before whipping forward again to blow all the air into one furry thumb.

FWOOMP!

In an instant, Lana's body had gone from lean to an hourglass shape. The woman's hips leapt out nearly a foot in both directions, while her rear swelled out further still. Fat and muscle inflated in a wave across her torso. Through the tightened fabric of her leotard, Wes squealed happily to see each ab pop into existence until Lana had two rows of bricks running down her stomach.

Her dance resumed in earnest, gaining a lot more bump and bounce to each wild motion. The leotard was barely keeping up its job of covering her anymore. Not that Wes complained every time Lana turned to flash her enlarged rear, or ample cleavage in his face. More than half her glutes were bulging out under the fabric to match the massive orbs threatening to spill out of her collar.

Lash out I wanna let it out 'Cause I can feel it on the back of my tongue On the back of my tongue

Lana took a few steps back into the center of her living room. The view earned an encouraging whistle from Wes as his eyes could take in the full span of her swelling amazon frame. She certainly needed the extra space to keep from smothering the small guy as things reached their usual eight feet of towering power. And that was with fur still creeping down to transform her legs.

Luckily the budding courage and creativity of her toon estrogen allowed Lana to get really creative. Working to the beat of the song she thrust a leg forward until her toes brushed into Wes' face. Muscle cascaded down the stretched limb, inflating her thigh with deep ridges of mighty bulk.

From her human dates perspective, it was quite a sight of inflating flesh. But then Lana's foot surged into his face as a wolf's paw filling his vision with wiggling furry toes instead. He was even given a few precious seconds to rub lovingly against the soft pads under each digit before Lana had to pull back for balance. Her other leg had gone through a matching transformation making everything from her neck down wolfed-out, jiggly, and very buff.

Well, except for one little bit that bugged Lana.

Oh, hard to hold this fire inside me All I know, sometimes it's frightening Hard to hold this fire inside me Oh, oh-oh, it's not really like me to lash out

"Sugar cube?" Lana almost growled the words with the pleasured rumble of her thickening vocal cords. That combined with her spontaneously turning to present her butt in spandex really got the bulge in Wes' pants throbbing. "My tail is having a bit of trouble getting out. Mind giving me a wack to see if it shakes the groove loose?"

"Oh, my gosh..." Wes swallowed hard slowly processing what had been asked of him. Staring at the brown furry rump shaking before him made the man's face beam brighter than Christmas. Still, lovely and soft as it looked, a distinct lack of tail left a strange feeling of imbalance to Lana's body. Gathering up his nerve, Wes raised a shaking hand to bap it across the fur of Lana's right cheek.

"Ohhharrooow!" Lana hunched forward clasping her knees to stay squatting before her man. Even that light contact had elicited a most pleasured groan that slowly rolled into a howl. It took all she had to keep her still human face from thrusting toward the ceiling for the full orchestra. The walls were not that thick, and her neighbors cared little of a werewolf's needs.

Wes could also see his contact had generated the intended effect as well. The force was enough to send Lana's entire backside sloshing about in a rocking motion. While a hypnotic distraction, he did not miss how a small nub had sprouted between those muscular pillows, right at the base of Lana's spine. It quickly snaked its way out of her flesh, tenting the fabric of her leotard. Extra clumps of dense, rich fur bulged out the sides of the already small sized spandex. Soon a softball-sized lump rested atop Lana's ass wiggling in a desperate attempt freedom. The growth stopped way too short from the glorious appendage Wes had seen on their webcam chats.

"Aah aah! Y-yeah love, that's the right jive," Lana whispered between heated pants. She steadied herself a bit once she had regained her breath, arching her back to thrust her hips once more in Wes' face. "One more wack should bust it loose. And don't be so modest for a ladies sake, ya dig?"

"Only because I can't resist the call of a wild wolf."

Wes shared a lusty smile with Lana. It was such a relief to see him getting into her lewd transformative performance. His hand reeled back to deliver the strongest slap across the tush he could muster.

"YIPE!"

Poor Wes almost panicked when his contact made Lana cry out such a sharp bark. But then he noticed her body violently quivering from something definitely not pain. Instead, his touch resonated through Lana's buff body to trigger a mini-orgasm with the rest of her transformation.

Considering how toon logics like to work, Wes should have been expecting the explosion that was Lana's tail. Her bouncing wolf booty gave a hard shake that opened a slit in the leotard. Another hard shake of the hips and the whole spinal extension shot out to engulf Wes in its silky, rich fur.

"Aah! Haaa naahh!" Lana ignored the squirming her new rear extension was generating from wrapping around Wes. Hard contractions rippled out from her groin making her hulking amazon body shudder. There was barely enough rational thought to cover her mouth with both hands, and that was difficult with her whole face stretching out into a wolf's muzzle. "Mmmrrrpppphhhuuu!!"

I wanna let it out I wanna lash out I wanna let it out I gotta lash out

Wes blinked, staring up at the giant furred back as Lana muffled her howl. The leotard offered him a fantastic view of her shoulders popping out. Muscle bubbled to the surface all down the curves of Lana's back, creating many deep creases in the tight spandex. From the sides of her head triangle pointed ears broke out of the frizzled mess that was becoming her hair.

"Aw, no big finish?" Wes teased with a gentler rubbing of the wolfs booty. Hard to resist an extra feel when it's stuck in your face.

But like all good things must end, the hulking amazon that was once Lana regained her breath enough to stand. She turned her tail away to face Wes again nearly complete in her transformation to the superhero werewolf known as Groovia. With one clawed hand, the beast made a sexy show out of remove the braid keeping what remained of her red hair in a ponytail. Two shakes of the head and a loud 'floof' noise caused every strand on her head to puff upwards into a thick black afro.

"Sorry, sugarbee. My neighbors don't applaud to the wolfs jive as avidly as you do," Groovia said while giving a flex of her thick arm in apology. Biceps swelled to shove her breasts together until they looked ready to shred out of that spandex. Of course, toon powers kept the fabric taut but never under threat of damage, much to Wes' disappointment. "But that's their loss, huh?"

"Damn right," Wes cried, jumping to his feet. He took the brown furred hands of Groovia into his, only able to grab three pawed-fingers at a time. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen you do, disco woof."

"Oh, you! Come here, feed me some shuggah!" Groovia fought through her blush to kneel down before Wes. It was the only way she could get in a few kisses with her sweet human after swelling over double his size. Picking him up into her boobs might have been a bit rude.

"Soooo..." Wes got out once their prolonged smooching session ended. "Where does the legendary Groovia want to go on our average date tonight?"

Groovia's tail gave a small wag. "I figure we can have coffee by a bank and wait for it to get robbed. That worked so well last time."

Wes shared a nervous laugh with his beast of a girlfriend. Being a veteran crime fighter made it hard to tell when she was joking about such matters. Especially since their last date had ended disastrously in three armed robberies, ironically all by the same gang. While exciting and a bit of fun to watch her in action, they had not had much chance to get to know each other outside a webcam.

Funny thing about wolves is their knack for smelling out emotions. Groovia's nose twitched twice before she picked up on her human boyfriend's anxiety.

"Seriously though, I got us a really jamming night planned. You trust the best wolfess to take care of you, dig?"

"Dig!"

Groovia offered out a hand Wes was all too happy to take. The wolf practically carried her man outside where Lana's hybrid waited.

"Um..." Wes had hesitated after collecting himself. Looking from the vehicle to Groovia really did not require saying much. A looming wolf like her was more likely to carry such a dinky thing than fit inside it.

"Yeah. Sorry babe." She gave a sheepish tail wag, fishing keys out of the gorge that was her brown cleavage. "This'll just take a tail shake."

Groovia gave her date more than a simple tail shake. Somehow, she managed to squeeze her head and boobs through a door frame even an average human would struggle. From inside the compact car, Wes could hear highly exaggerated sounds meant to be rummaging. They seemed completely out of sync with the way her tail raised high, and her hips bounced side to side. It was undoubtedly a lovely 'dance' to show off how Groovia's thick spandex butt. Nothing Wes really wanted to complain about, even if her fixing the car took almost a minute.

"Got it!" Groovia declared from inside. A loud click of some mechanism rang out with her bark to emphasize the accomplishment. She had barely wedged herself back out with a loud pop before the door slammed close of its own accord.

The sight of Groovia's car transforming was neat, if not as arousing as the werewolf's own shift. Wes marveled at how it squished flatter like under a steam press. Its frame sank closer to the ground while stretching broader, including the seats and controls of its interior. Wheels thickened into hardcore speed burning models. The roof gave a soft crack noise before peeling back from the windows. All of it would vanish into the rear metal leaving the pair to admire a stylized Corvette. One with leather seats big enough for an eight-foot werewolf to cruise in, complete with fuzzy dice decals.

"Now we can parooz the town in style! Mrrawwoo!" Groovia gave a small howl, not bothering to reopen the driver door. Grabbing a massive paw on the open top, the entire car groaned on its struts as she leapt into the seat. "Hope you like some finger foods, hun. I wasn't about to subject you to the terrors of my home cooking."

"Oh, sure. I'll eat anything at this point." Wes could not do anything as fancy, just enter via the passenger door once he was sure the car was done spanning out. A quick glance at the empty back seat brought some confusion. "If you cooked dinner, shouldn't we bring it with us?"

"Oh, no, silly." Groovia's tail thumped against the back of their seats once it slid through the custom made hole. "It's at home of course."

Wes blinked, then leaned to stare beyond Groovia to the condo they just exited. "Then why are we..."

"Hm?" Groovia tilted her head in that puppy dog fashion that melted Wes's heart. She eventually followed his gaze to her other side at which point both ears shot up into her afro. "Oh! Right! Duh! We're not having our date at Lana's house. No way the landlord would be happy if we ended up breaking the property. We're heading over to Groovia's pad for some quality time."

That last part was stamped with a toothy wink, sending Wes into a blushing mess. He was already plenty turned on by her little dance and light show, imagination could take the meaning behind such words to many exciting places. Still, something nagged at Wes's thoughts enough to swallow that libido down for now.

"Are you saying Groovia has her own home for a good rocking time?"

"Exactly!" Groovia turned the keys into the ignition. Both of them slipped on seatbelts while the engine roared to life. Energy that could rival that of its driver. "Now we're getting our funky fresh beats in sync, my man."

Wes chuckled but made no comment as he grabbed the seat handles. Big lesson learned from the last date was this wolf loved the feeling of wind in her hair. A quick shift out of gear and her plump paw slammed on the gas. Having a tight hold on the seat helped keep Wes from face planting the dashboard when they jumped from zero to sixty in two seconds.

The drive itself was not only fast but a bit weird too. At least, in a sense, Groovia was not invoking her usual chatty nature. Most of Wes' attempts for discussion were met with polite nods and a few words, but then his buff date would make a sharp turn onto another street. Even when he did catch her eye between dodging traffic, she only returned a toothy smile, sometimes with a wink.

With nothing else to focus on but the passing surroundings, Wes did start taking note they were heading into fairly 'rough' neighborhoods. Buildings became a bit worn and less populated, before wholly abandoned complexes dotted between them. Not that he was too worried about being in a slum part of town with a girlfriend that can bench rhinos. It just peaked his curiosity very high. However, he only managed to work up the nerve to ask their destination before sharply arriving at it.

Groovia was not one to miss a handbrake turn and park maneuver, even when she had no crowd to show off for.

"You okay, sugar babe?"

"Mmhm!" Wes groaned before peeling his face off the dashboard. Once the daze of their sudden stop wore off, he looked up to Groovia. A casual jerk of her pointed muzzle directed him to the sign above the building they had parked in front of. Unlike the said building, this indicator of its purpose looked freshly painted and very lively. "Rapids of Rhythm?"

"Yup!" Groovia killed the engine and got out of the car properly this time. Tail and ears remained high in an almost childish glee at something Wes could not see. "Welcome to my own 'bat cave' where I hide from the dorky thieves and media of the world."

Wes closed his door after getting out as well. Interest in the worn bricked building started to grow. "Well, I guess it'd make sense a boogie wolf would make their lair a skating rink."

"Not just any skating rink, Casanova!" Groovia was suddenly behind the human, hulking arms slinking down his shoulders for a gentle hug. Arguably one of the best positions to ever be in with a super werewolf. She did not give boob hats, she gave boob helmets with those massive mounds melting across Wes's entire skull to his collarbone. "This is the same rink where I found the powers that first transformed me into the groovy Airewolf you fell in love with."

"Hehe! That's cool...hey wait!" Wes had been a bit distracted nestled between his worlds most perfect pillows. The actual notion of Groovia's words took a second to hit logic processors. "Are you telling me THIS is the site of your hero origin story?"

Groovia nodded vigorously, tail continuing to wag as a flag of her joy.

It made Wes look around best he could with leotard covered breasts wrapped around his ears. The pair really contrasted the empty buildings, and run down looking places with flickering lights.

"What on earth were you doing here?!"

"Uhh..." Groovia blinked as her tail slowed, but not stopped, it's wagging. Obviously, that had not been one of many questions she had expected. "Sometimes a girl just likes to wander, dig? Urban exploration was a far-out gig I couldn't resist trying back in the day."

"Pffft! Now you're making yourself sound old."

"Hey!" Groovia gave Wes an extra hard squeeze against her chest before promptly releasing him. A subtle way of teasing since she knew the soft feeling of warmth would leave the horny boy eager for their next chance. "You wanna jive out here grilling on me, or we going to party in my pad?"

"The night is young, as they say back in your day!" Wes gave an overacting smile that quickly faltered under Groovia's unamused stare. "Right...inside it is."

The wolf placed a hand that nearly encompassed most of his back for a gentle shove at the doors. Like he needed a hint and proceeded to push the heavily tinted glass door inwards.

The young man was barely across the doorway before getting blasted in the face by raving disco music. His eyes needed a minute to adjust to the dim light fixtures. Especially when beams of multicolored dots flashed off the glittering glass ball rotating from the center of a smoothly polished rink. As his bearings slowly returned Wes felt like he had entered a whole nother world.

Whatever magic or 'elbow grease' Groovia had put into fixing up this place could put professional contractors to shame. Everything inside had either been restored or replaced to give it a polished eighties look.

A light rap off the back of his head shocked Wes out of his daze. Groovia's paw ruffled through his blond hair on her way over to a jukebox clear out of history. The dang thing even used actual records.

"Amazed by the digs of my pad, tiger?" she said with a sly grin over one shoulder. Muscle memory apparently did not require her to see what button combination she was hitting for selecting some new music.

"Oh, yeah! You have many different pads I find truly amazing." Wes made a point to stare at Groovia's rear as he spoke. Much like in Lana's living room, the array of rainbow lights from the disco ball illuminated Groovia's leotard in many alluring ways.

The wolfess barked a few laughs that grew louder as the music died down. Her response was to shake that colossal tail of hers a few times for his enjoyment while the jukebox whirled to life on ancient gears. Slowly the records on the visible player were switched, and she turned to lean back on the machine in a sexy pose. "Good to see you're full of energy tonight. That'll make our date even more exciting."

"Um..." Wes forced his gaze up into Groovia's glittering eyes. His face turned a strong shade of pink pondering her words. "W-what exactly are we going to do in this privet disco rink of yours?"

"Oh, baby doll, what can't we do?" Groovia pushed off once the theme from Foxy Brown began playing. "I got a fully stocked snack bar if you're hungry. We can skate a few laps in the rink, or just chill with some classic arcade games. Got any special wishes in mind? My magic is your genie in here. Name a wish."

"Anything, eh?" Wes got an amused grin looking over the place again. There was indeed a small arcade off in a branching room. "Seems almost mundane for the cities funktastic wolfess."

"Woof?" Groovia cranes her head over her ample blossom to regard Wes with perked ears. "Whatcha talking about, Wes?"

"Well, you know...last time we went to a place like this you got assaulted by a unicorn gangster."

"...oh!" They shared a chuckle while Groovia's jukebox changed to a fast-paced song. "So what? You're trying to sing it's only a good date when we're getting grilled on?"

"Umh. Well...no, not exactly." Wes bit his lip trying to find words that he hoped would not sound insulting. "I dunno. I guess I was just expecting some more silly adventures with you. Like all those role-playing sessions we did on Discord."

Thankfully, Groovia did not look offended. If anything she seemed to regard his words with the highest consideration. Roleplaying was indeed an odd little activity Wes had introduced Lana to over their many frequent chats online. The dorky boyfriend especially had a thing for interacting with especially buffed up characters from children's cartoons. Not that Lana was opposed to makebelieve storytelling, having plenty of childhood fantasies of her own. There was just something surreal about the secret identity of a superheroine pretending to be a cartoon mouse getting turned into a superheroine.

"Roleplay, huh?"A clawed finger tapped thoughtfully at her chin while the wolfess gazed around her little home away from home. Before Wes could ask, her tail perked up eyeing something in the arcade that sparked a crazy idea. "Okay, big guy! Ol' Groovia might have just the gig you're craving from this wild date. Hold that thought for just a shake, dig?"

"Sure...okay, then?"

What else could Wes say? He got another pat on the head from Groovia's giant paw-hand and watched her skip around the rink into the arcade. Cheerfully vague or not, watching a ten-foot amazon wolf skip was just a stunning series of motions to soak in. Everything about her bounced!

Also a bit interesting was how Wes did not regain control over his hormones until the jukebox ended its song. The sudden onset of silence shook him into realizing he remained alone out in the rink. Good thing he had help locating his giant wolf date pretty fast. The classic crane machine she was playing gave off all sorts of 'spacy' sound effects. As Wes made his way into the arcade, he could see Groovia's ears were folded back into her afro while her whole body bent and contorted with her control of the crane. As if doing a funky snake dance would somehow improve her odds of snatching a plush animal from the prize pit.

"Grrwar!" She rapped the glass lightly with her knuckled as a stuffed panda slipped out of the lifting claw. Noticing Wes made her tail curl against her thighs for having displayed such gamer rage. "I never did figure out how to adjust the win rate settings on this thing, so it's like beyond hard to get even one win. Although, it doesn't need dosh so we can stay groovy until we finally-godblastedmotherhumpingmachine!!"

Wes tried not to giggle watching Groovia curse at a machine almost smaller than herself. Like a wise man, he waited until the werewolf had calmed down before raising a finger. "How about I try a few?"

"Sure, tiger!" Groovia relinquished the controls surprisingly without pause. It was almost no surprise when she moved a few machines over to start a round of Whack-a-Frog.

Just as advertised, Wes simply needed to press the 'start' button, and the game whirled to life without being fed money. The claw jerked back and forth to the equally jerky pulls of the lever Wes tried to grasp. Little thought was actually given to positioning since it was a free attempt. In fact, so much time was spent trying to just move the claw around that the little timer ran out to force an attempted prize grab.

Wes was still fiddling with the controls when he heard a soft click. He looked through the glass in surprise to find the metallic grabber reeling back up. A smile erupted from his mouth to see it was also holding something small covered in black fuzz.

"Hey! I won something!"

"Wait, you joshin me?!" Groovia dropped the oversized whacking mallet to rush behind Wes.

For once, Wes was too distracted to appreciate the fuzzy abs and breasts pushing into the back of his head. They were both watching joyfully at the little plushie being carried over to the front corner of the machine and dropped down its corresponding prize chute. Wes was quick to lift back the metal flap to pull out his new plush toy.

"Oh my gosh!" the wolfess kneaded his tiny shoulders, and most of his arms, as she barked. "What did you win, hot stuff?"

"Looks like I got a beta wolf girlfriend," he joked and held the toy up best he could for Groovia to see.

"Wuff?" She tilted her head finding it was certainly a black wolf plushie. Glossy yellow eyes stared blankly back at her, occasionally glinting in the disco lights. "Oh, this is perfect!"

Before Wes could realize it, the toy had been snatched from his hands. Groovia was just as quick to remove her warmth from his body to move out into the skating rink once again. It was all he could do to stagger after her, leaning against the concrete waist-high wall dividing rug from polished wood.

"What exactly are you up to?" Wes heaved, getting a bit dizzy trying to keep up with her. A typical night for a disco werewolf, he guessed.

Groovia gave him a sly wink in response. The wolf doll was slowly raised to her muzzle as she explained, "You wanted some roleplay, right tiger? I'm just making sure we get a few more actors to make it really exciting. Watch this?"

With that, her massive breasts began to slowly rise upwards. Groovia's maw hung open in the process of taking a deep breath, expanding her lungs until she looked ridiculously top-heavy. Just when she looked ready to pop, her mouth clamped gently onto the plushies stubby wolf tail.

PPFFFFFTTTT!!

Funny how dating a toon prepares you for the strange and still leaves you surprised when it happens. A loud hissing noise washed across the rink in time to Groovia's upper body deflating. The air she had taken in transferred seamlessly into the plush wolf in her mouth.

The results of such an action are what made Wes' jaw drop. By some leap of incomprehensible toon logic, the bundle of stuffed fabric began to inflate in Groovia's hands. Just one huff and puff from werewolf lungs grew it from a beanie baby to a novelty carnival prize.

The second rush of air doubled the toy to nearly as big as the real wolf kissing its mouth. By which point its form began to really swell and distort. Limbs and head bloated out into little spheres stitched onto one big balloon.

POP! POP!

Wes winced despite expecting the bang of a balloons demise. But then he looked back to find it was an unexpected kind of explosion. Instead of shredding into confetti the plushie surged into a single sphere the size of a van and rapidly deflated into the body of an anthro wolf woman.

Despite still standing stiff and lifeless, this transformation was kind of sexy in its own right. Her limbs were long and thick, tipped in pads and claws befitting a wolf. Her body had goddess curves to match; hardened by a six-pack of abs under massively inviting breasts. She was not as big as Groovia, but still made an impressive eight-foot tower of power. The thick mane of poofy hair gave off an almost regal appearance to her refined muzzle. Hell, she looked practically real to Wes. Not a single stitch could be seen on her otherwise naked body.

"Oops!" Groovia noticed her date drooling over that last detail. A hand quickly vanished into her afro only to pull out a long strip of what looked like a towel. One she snapped several times to test it's unusually strong elasticity. "My bad, hun. Let's get this bad girl into costume before turning her on."

Wes would have asked, but by now he learned it was better to just let the big wolf do her thing.

This thing, in particular, was to wrap her towel around the chest of the changed wolf plushie. It stretched surprisingly well as the fabric clung to the grey wolf's fur. A significant amount of lower breast still bulged out from the bottom, but Groovia seemed unconcerned. She continued wrapping opposite ends around the other wolfs chest until they refused to stretch any further. The whole rink echoed sounds of strained rubber while Groovia gave both ends of her towel a few more test tugs. Giving a nod of satisfaction about something, she promptly released her grip on the taut material.

KER-FWOOMPH!

Much like a rubber band, the ends sprang forward to spin around the buff grey wolfs torso. That was the only similarity as it seemed more intent on covering up the wolfess instead of flying off. Each pass stretched the material further around her chest, flowing down to her curvy waist before exploding in a large unfurling of cloth that caught a gust of air. From it formed a sizeable purple gown that fell around her muscular legs, matching the bodice that now encased her torso. Stripes of white encircled it to showcase a pattern of song notes similar to lines from a music sheet.

"Wow!" Wes squeaked, and then cleared his throat. Naturally, this dolls new dress was still keen to show off a ton of fuzzy cleavage, and he was not about to protest how that dress made her look extra big and fluffy. She looked near perfect for being hugged, not counting her soulless eyes staring vacantly into the void. "So..uh...who is she?"

"Technically speaking, she's a plushie I've transmorphisized into a rocking wolfess like myself," Groovia smirked at the blank stare Wes gave her in a generous form of patience. "Okay, to be more specific, this is a really hot rocking, if ill-tempered, opera wolf I once fought named Lady Fortissimo. She's currently in a cooler somewhere in Texas after I thumped her butt. The second I saw you got this toy, however, I had the perfect idea for us to relive one of my more musical crime fights."

"Sweet!" Wes beamed at the motionless grey wolf in building excitement until another thought occurred. "How long have you been able to do this?"

"Since always, silly." Groovia tugged the spandex hugging her own bust as lights turned its shades blue and green. "It's a bit more complicated, but essentially I can alter most objects into some alternate form of itself. How do you think my funk don't shred my threads? Or demolish my car, dig?"

"Right, I get it now." Wes chuckled, timidly reaching out to touch Fortissimo's arm. The fur felt so real, warm even. "So what now? She got an 'on' switch or something?"

"No. Nothing like that." Groovia placed a hand over each of Fortissimo's ears. A few good scritches caused the doll to close her eyes with a content sigh. "It's kind of like working a puppet. I just need to jive her full of personality, and a few rules so she's not dangerous."

"Cool!" Wes could not help getting up close to Fortissimo now. Hands reached up to pet her silky hair. Long black bangs fell loose to tickle his face back. "I can't get over how real she-FWA-CHUU!!"

Artificially made or not, sneezing in a person's face is never good. The involuntary reflex was enough to make Fortissimo and Groovia jump, mirroring surprised barks.

"Um..." Wes needed a second, with hands still stuck in Fortissimo's hair, to realize those emerald eyes had a spark of life staring back at him. A very angry, growling spark. "Hi?"

Fortissimo responded by shoving her right palm into Wes' chest. Having canine pads did nothing to soften a blow that sent him sliding across the rink. Only the far wall kept him from going further, albeit with a sharp stop.

"Uh oh," was all Groovia got out before Fortissimo whirled to sink both sets of claws into her shoulders. With little effort, the larger wolf was hoisted off her paws and slammed face first into the rink by an impressive suplex. She was promptly released to crumple over in a daze. Luckily Groovia's head was as sturdy as the rest of her. Although it would take some work to smooth out the cracks it left on her floor.

"Is she supposed to...to do that?" Wes wheezed out each word still recovering from Fortissimo's attack.

"D-don' t think I got her set on the right dance number, tiger," Groovia admitted as she untangled all five limbs to sit upright. Good thing the first thing she had done was change the dolls attacks to be non-lethal, but toon physics still left a lot of force to slap them silly. "Also lost my groove before I could set a safe word to-HRRRKK!!"

It was at that point Fortissimo's beefy grey arms found themselves coiling around Groovia's brown neck. The soft embrace of her boobs crushing Groovia's afro was mooted by a hindered ability to breathe. Foot-claws clattered against the rink floor in helpless kicks as she struggled to pry off Fortissimo's grip.

"I don't know how you got me here, ruffian," Fortissimo growled in a strangely sing-song tone. Almost every word she spoke had a faint echo of an opera behind it. "But I'll be happy to end your miserable high-horse career once and for all. Maybe your hunky human pet can divert his attention to a wolf much more deserving than-OOF!!"

Yeah, Groovia was getting a bit too oxygen-deprived to allow a decent monologue. With a quick pump of her arm, the elbow jabbed sharply into the rigged side of Fortissimo's waist. That certainly knocked the wind out of the plushie wolfs lungs. Groovia pumped another jab, and then another, which finally caused Fortissimo to stagger back loosening her arms hold enough for Groovia to gulp some air.

"Okay, this might have been a bad idea," Groovia muttered finding her footing once more. Taking a second to cough her throat loose, she balled up both fists. "Let's try changing her tune to something a bit more chilled."

"Like bollocks, you will!" Fortissimo wound back a fist of her own. Being outsized seemed less of concern even when throwing a full frontal attack.

WHOOMP!

Groovia responded in kind. Their fists clashed with each other, creating a shockwave that ruffled Wes' hair from his distance. She was quick to seize Fortissimo's outstretched arm before they could recover. A hard pull brought the smaller wolf crashing into Groovia, so their breast squished together. Groovia's free brown arm slammed around Fortissimo's waist to make sure they stayed docked too.

"Oy! Let go of me. You filthy, attention-hogging-mmmMMPPHH!?"

Nothing shut an egomaniac up like a kiss full of Groovia's fantastic funk. And snouts like wolves had a lot of lips to share.

Fortissimo struggled with all her strength, but by then it was fruitless. Her free arm punched into Groovia's tits with the effect of hitting a massive pillow. It did nothing to impede Groovia's sucking and licking on her lips.

Each subsequent hit from Fortissimo lost a significant amount of force behind it. On the last one, she merely left her hand to rest on the bigger wolf's mound, where it began to gently pet and knead Groovia's furry flesh. Her body's wiggles ceased being an effort to escape and started working in rhythm to Groovia's affections.

FFFTTTT! FFFFFFTTTT! FFFTTT!

Wes had gotten back to his feet just in time to recognize the sounds of something inflating. Of course, seeing two werewolves making out was hot already. He did not notice Fortissimo was also pulsing in time to the bursts of hissing air.

Groovia was taking rapid deep breaths through her canine nose and pumping the air directly down Fortissimo's throat. The grey wolf's body expanded and deflated forced to take in each offering. Considering the fluttering of her ears and tail, it must have been a pleasant experience.

Ka-FOOF!!

Apparently, Fortissimo could not withstand the building pressure for long. With one particularly hard puff from Groovia, her stylized black hair shot upwards and outwards. Prim waves turned into harsh curls giving the grey wolfess an afro of thickness that rivaled Groovia's own.

The formal dress was not spared its own alterations. Its hem collapsed inwards on the next puff to wrap tight around Fortissimo's feet. Another puff caused a sharp split to separate the fabric into parachute pants. From there her bodice divided into two more parts; a tube top proudly cut to show off her chiseled midriff and a vest for extra flare. The note patterns quickly spread across all three garments, gaining tie-dye colors for a literal rainbow melody.

"There!" Groovia gasped, finally breaking their inflation kiss. "That should make her much more fly."

Fortissimo was released so suddenly that the new disco wolf collapsed to her knees in a daze. Eyes spun in opposite directions with a dreamy smile etched to her face.

"What did you do to her?" Wes asked as he worked up the courage to approach the pair again. At least if Groovia was not worried, he was probably not going to get punched again. "HRRK!?"

No sooner had he got within reach than Fortissimo's hands shot up to grapple the human by his shirt neck. There was no time to cry out as he was yanked down into a kiss of his own. Thankfully there was no air puffing involved, but the sweet herbal scent of her breath left Wes feeling light.

The grey wolfess broke their kiss eventually, stroking Wes' blond hair with a wink. "What didn't she do to me, Sugar Cube?"

"F-Fortissimo?" Wes could only gulp as her buff arms pulled him closer. The squish of her basketball breasts was almost as warm as Groovia's.

"Funky Wolf sounds so much better now!" She said and gave Wes several more kisses. "I'm so full of Lady Groovia's fresh funk I just want to cuddle you up until daybreak."

"Ack! Hehe!" Wes got over the cautious shock quickly, even returning an attempted hug around her breasts. It was still a bit of a span for someone nearly twice his mass. "On the floor of a rink?"

"You can use me as a mattress!" Funky Wolf barked. She suddenly rolled back, letting her hold on Wes pull him down atop her as they sprawled out on the floor.

Wes' response came out a bit muffled since the motion left his face pinned inside her cleavage.

"Hey now!" He heard Groovia cry out angrily. "Who said you got him all to yourself!?"

Suddenly a new weight fell atop the human, pressing him harder against Funky Wolf's muscular curves. Out of the top of Wes's view, he could see the sparkle of Groovia's leotard encasing her even larger boobs. Right before they spilled across the top of his head. Sandwiched between two werewolves, the poor guy could not move if he wanted to.

"Well, isn't that what you made me for?" Funky Wolf teased in a mock-innocent tone. "We just want to make the cute widdle human feel special."

"Yes, he's extraordinary," Groovia purred a bit calmer. Her body rocked gently, so it ground all along Wes' back. "Now he's got double the fantastic funk to shower him with fluffy love tonight."

Wes did not respond for a while. If anything he was too lost in the soft, muscled, embrace that was heaven to dorks like him. A double date was probably the last thing he had been expecting tonight, but hell if he was going to argue with the results.