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Well Wished, by DragonMasterX.

Another Friday was coming to a close for Xilimyth. Vestiges of sunlight remained in the streets greeting her at the exit of the company she worked for. Humid Mid-June air invited the dracocheetah to tug the collar of her top.

Her smartphone clock read 19:34, her cheeks puffing before she let out an annoyed huff. "Take the promotion, they said. Management is better pay, more control over your work day, they said." She mumbled, reminding herself she had been the last of her team to come out after two unscheduled last minute meetings with the top brass. Stretching her arms over her head and allowing her wings to unfurl, the exhausted young woman allowed her shoulders a little slump.

Xilimyth felt exhausted, there was no other way to put it. She had promised herself one hour of exercise at the gym every other day, but after the brutal work week she had, she only remembered completing her sets on Monday and jogging on the treadmill for twenty minutes on Wednesday before calling it quits. "Stupid juicy overtime," she thought.

A somewhat brisk breeze made the draconic feline's wings close, bringing her much needed, cool relief from the high night-time temperatures while at the same time perking her up. Just in time to make her look at one of the advertisements on a packed bus stopping by to pick up even more commuters. "Speaking of juicy..." Xilimyth brushed the violet bangs away from her eyes. The bus ad was from one of her favorite local junk food chains; and they were known for serving as advertised, down to the cooked beef marbling. That two-dimensional burger was so colorful and so utterly packed with meat and cheese that it was an instantaneous reminder that she had skipped lunch on that busy day.

"Don't." She chastised herself without looking away from the sandwich. Xilimyth's hand glided over her grumbling stomach. "You know you're not going to the gym today. You know you're getting fries with that. You don't build sick abs off that many carbs..." she tried convincing herself. Between physical and mental fatigue, it was hard for her brain to stop chasing instant gratification. Sick abs could wait.

Xilimyth hadn't made her home at a very large city. The odd uptown skyscraper would sometimes hide the sun and the moon depending on which side of town you stood at the time, but getting to and from anywhere hardly meant getting into heavy traffic. Especially at that hour: Most of the commuters had made their trips more than two hours ago. It was a pleasant drive down to the hamburger joint at the corner of main and ocean view streets.

Nick's was an odd place. By all accounts it looked like one of those shoddy drive-ins refurbished to look contemporary; Xilimyth dug the vibrant colors of blue and red contrasting the otherwise quaint bay area. The food was good at Nick's and they made enough money for small-scale advertisements. And yet ever since she had first hit upon the restaurant Xilimyth had never seen the clientele develop much.

While waiting for her order, she quietly looked down the counter and wondered if it was the intimidating owner's fault. More than once Xilimyth recalled his wife yelling at him to smile more to the customers. He was a burly otter up in his fifties, deep, rumbling voice, sullen look and never without a sagging Marlboro in his lips. After so many times eating out, Xilimyth had come to known Nick never meant to scowl the way he did and was actually way more well-spoken than his outward appearance would suggest. The contrast always made her giggle. Nah, couldn't have been 'ol Nick. People just preferred the multi-national fast food chains. She didn't.

"Cheat Saturday just got moved up a day, that's all..." Xilimyth bargained with herself. Once she had paid and had her order on tray she made her way outside to one of the empty benches. Suffocating kitchen heat and the smell of burnt grease weren't her preferred condiments. Plus, she about had enough with meeting people that day. There was only a pair of girls sharing a bench outside at that moment. It was time to chow down.

Whenever Xilimyth described Nick's to friends or colleagues, imagination evocated the greasiest possible image of a sloppy comfort food. And Nick had outdone himself again with this new sandwich. Standard fare with the melty cheese, crispy bacon, and caramelized onions mixed in with their secret sauce. But it also included a couple onion rings crowning the burger's insides over not one, not two but three juicy patties still sizzling fresh from the grill. The sides were crunchy homemade fries tossed in spicy red salt that in spite of their volume would not be returning to the kitchen.

While the dracocheetah wasn't particularly large in size, her stomach had been hankering for a bite all day, the triple decker simply stood no chance against an apex predator. Her taste buds sang with joy, her cheeks tickling with every cheesy bite. Heart gulps were chased down by bubbly fresh soda from an icy-cold tall glass. The perfect complement for that summer treat.

With the mighty beast slain, Xilimyth let out a sigh of relief and relaxed on her outdoors booth, letting her wings unfurl against the backrest of her bench. Relaxation then took five when she lazily glided her clean paw over her satisfied tummy. Guilt didn't make itself wait. "I should've gone to the gym if I was gonna eat this heavy..." she mumbled to herself, shifting uncomfortably on the seat, eyes sliding across her messy tray. Not one French fry left in her wake.

"But I'm so tired." The reasonable side of her exhausted mind said. Ever since she had started her workout regime she had been promised more energy in addition to 'Quick Results', and even though she wasn't the kind to believe in quick anything when it came to good results, she at the very least had been expecting her stamina to improve over the months. She was in shape, but she was nowhere where she wanted to be in terms of strength.

Seeking distraction from the pessimist thoughts, she allowed herself to flump over the booth's table, fishing her phone out to check on social media. Ending Friday on funny memes and cool pictures from her favorite artists sounded like a good idea.

'110% natural protein dessert! Excellent for muscle builders!'

'Bae and me flexing the goods.'

'Six things I wish I knew before I started working on my 'delts!'

That was enough social media. Xilimyth regretted that enthusiastic stint that had her follow everybody and their alt about bodybuilding. Just as she put her phone down though, her ears started perking up to the increasingly louder voices nearby. It was the two girls on the booth behind hers. Xilimyth made sure to keep her wings unfurled to make sure she wasn't caught listening on.

"Seriously? No one gets that lucky." One of the girls said with incredulous yet infectious curiosity. Her friend continued the apparently outrageous gossip.

"Lucky shmucky! You don't know the half of it. Sally keeps thanking the well."

"Thu- wishing wells don't exist!" Xilimyth's ears folded down to the loud tone. She didn't need to tune in her ears to hear that yelp. "Again with that thing? Oh no, girl I'm not buying into that. She had to know someone in that drawing, that's all. Did she really go there, though? Toss a coin, casually ask the well: 'I wanna be a millionaire, Mr. McKinley.'"

An amused giggle left the tale-teller; Xilimyth couldn't help but crook a smile. "Oh yeah. And she might as well have, right? The old McKinley place's gonna get demolished soon. Maybe this week- the next? I can't remember. Hear they're gonna be building a hotel or something in its grounds."

"All the way out there? Jeez. Try the ocean, tycoons. They only get woodlands and maybe a forest over there. Kinda creepy nowadays."

As Xilimyth heard the two friends exchange, she started remembering about the McKinley estate. Rich family. Husband had passed. Third wife and her kids had inherited it all; no foul play; yet kids loved making it up that old McKinley still haunted the damn place. She got all tingly thinking about it. Ghost stories could be fun, and she could really use a distraction from all the negativity. Maybe get so scared it'd purge it right out of her if it didn't give her a heart attack first! Whatever doesn't kill ya.

Before she knew it, she was hitting the gas pedal and driving all the way to the opposite side of the city. Even before stepping outside of her car, Xilimyth found the atmosphere surrounding the dilapidated estate charming in its own broody kind of manner. The manor once located at the center of the land had been stripped to the last brick, not even the stone fence she remembered remaining, although the 'SOLD' wooden sign had been staked at the expansive foreyard and stood out amongst the empty greenery.

By the time she got out of the car it was already night. It was getting a little cool outside, so Xilimyth threw on another layer and set off to wander the empty grounds. Illuminated by clear-sky moonlight, the place didn't at all work towards unnerving her. However, it didn't take long for Xilimyth to find that one landmark she had heard about back at Nick's.

"No ghosts, not even a rustling bush..." Xilimyth mumbled, half-disappointed. "But there's that wishing well..." she chuckled to herself. "As if it were that easy." She pocketed both hands in search of loose change, finding just one quarter she couldn't remember putting in her jeans' lighter pocket. "Win the lottery..." she grinned, walking circles around that ancient open well. Even with the bright moonlight illuminating her surroundings she couldn't see the bottom. "Rich, fame..." she itemized with a bored expression. "Easy..." she repeated, her mind flashing back to the ads about muscle-building with some gadget or magic supplement. She had tried out a few of those to no avail, but even if she got a new one she didn't have the energy to work out. Glancing over to her arm while flipping the coin in the air, she sighed. "Right. Wish it was easier to get bigger."

The coin hit the inner ring of the well and bounced off to the depths of oblivion. Xilimyth didn't hear the splash, but she didn't pay it much mind either.

Disappointed at her little expedition, the dracocheetah took only a few steps away from the well before she stopped to check the time on her phone. It was late, but the gym was still open. "Quick sesh..." she told herself, shaking her head at ever pausing to consider resorting to rumors. If she wanted to burn off those calories and not regret that cheat meal, she would have to forget nonsensical stories and put in the work herself.

Her car engine hummed to life and soon she was on her way to the gym. Xilimyth's membership was good for the whole month.

Xilimyth had been going to the same gym for the last year. A nameless club which had three years in town now. Fairly popular, yet not completely packed; perfect for those who didn't feel like interacting with many sweaty people and clashing musical taste at the same time. It was an agreeable distance between work and her place, so sometimes she didn't even bother taking her car; great for getting a little extra cardio, even if lately all she wished to do was walk in and then back out as soon as possible.

But tonight things were going to change. The dracocheetah was tired of feeling sorry for herself. If she wanted to see changes she would need to try harder. She got changed into her black and purple gym clothes and perked herself up with a splash of water after tying her violet hair into a manageable ponytail.

Coming out of the locker room, Xilimyth rolled her shoulders and drew in a hearty gulp of air, her chest rising and falling with her ample bosom's jostle kept in check by her sports bra. She tugged on the waistband of her spandex shorts, looking back as she wriggled her tail out of the shorts' hole. Comfy.

Looking around, Xilimyth noticed very few people remained at that hour. She only recognized the owner, a towering piece of masculinity by the name of Tom. He was a statuesque bull with impressively thick horns and a square-jawed face with nicks and scars that showed he had seen some rough action in his life. He was intimidating for sure, but few patrons were as dedicated to his body as the bovine owner. When she had just joined, Xilimyth felt like avoiding him everywhere she went in case he felt like bulldozing her over with the two heads he had over her in height. However, much like Nick the owner of the drive-in burger place, Tom was another case of judging a book by its cover. He always advised everybody who asked for help and he didn't even hire people to clean the place up, taking it upon himself to maintain his joint. Once one got past appearances, the bull quickly became an inspiration for people like Xilimyth who aimed to have those gorgeously thick muscles his immense body sported.

Other than Tom, the dracocheetah picked out two other late-goers she didn't recognize: a lanky, bespectacled bat wearing those big headphones to keep his playlist secret; reminding her that she had forgotten her Bluetooth earphones back in the car; and a well-built iguana lady with amazing oblique muscles. Envy could be an unconsciously powerful motivation tool, and it became truer than ever when Xilimyth found herself skipping over to the workout mats.

The nice lady usually guiding her along her routine had gone home already it seemed, but Xilimyth remembered all of the basics. She was going to start off slow and work her way up from there. After picking out an empty corner and setting her mat down, she lied down on it and started warming up with some limbering exercises.

"Whew..." she let out a little sigh, sitting up and draping an arm over her knee. Three full sets of crunches, stretch. Three sets of sit-ups, stretch. Work her back, work her legs, stretch them properly. Before she knew it, Xilimyth had worked up a little sweat, her body warming up and her muscles tingling all over. A smile curled up her commissures, excitement grabbing her. "That felt good. And here I thought coming here after that burger was a bad idea!" she thought, curling her arms and flexing them with a grin. She felt like she was bursting with energy for a change. "Maybe it's true what they say. Exercise is a way to get some more energy!"

Without wasting time, Xilimyth got off her mat and set it aside, making her way to the machines. She tried remembering the last three muscle groups she had worked with, and decided to rotate them just as her trainer had suggested. The pulleys were set a little too high for her, so she adjusted the machine for 20kg before sitting at the front to get started. She grabbed the bar hooked to the cable in an open-armed grip, needing to briefly leave her seat to reach it. Xilimyth closed her eyes for the first pulldown, focusing on form and the noise of the metal hook pulling the weight using both pulley and her arm strength. Back muscles seemed to light up, prompting Xilimyth to tighten her grip, steadily releasing the bar and accompanying it back up until her arms could stretch no longer.

"I'm not tired. I'm not tired..." she recited in her head, doing her best to repeat each pulldown as flawlessly as the first one. Xilimyth found herself completing each rep with varying levels of success at first, yet nowhere too far from the mark, for which she gave herself a mental pat in the back. "I'm not tired?" she mumbled, opening her eyes when she realized she had been so judgmental with her form she had just realized she had completed the seventeenth of her first set of fifteen. She let go of the bar when it was all the way up and carefully stepped away from the machine, curling her paws repeatedly with a raised eyebrow.

"Did I accidentally set it too low?" was her immediate thought when she looked back at the pile of weighted plates. She still counted only four plates, which was what she had been working out for the last two weeks. Xilimyth remembered just how her arms had made her want to die last time she had attempted this exercise. "Nick what did you put in those onion rings?" she chuckled to herself, her wings flapping in short, fast bursts as her tail flicked to the side. She was excited she seemed to have finally gone over one of her previous limits. "If I hadn't come here tonight I would've had to wait until next week to find out! This is great. I'll put two more of these up for the next set..." She leaning down to increase the stack to 30kg and sat back down to continue.

The first few pulldowns were a little tougher to get right, but soon she was well on her way to completing each repetition with poise, to Xilimyth's surprise. She had been expecting to be making much more effort than she was, and that's why she stopped half-way into the set. Her doubtful expression turned into a little smirk. "I definitely forgot to plunge the rod back in..." her sentence trailed off as she quickly came to realize she had messed up her stacks, but not in the way she thought. The steel rod in charge of determining how much weight the pulleys would carry had been put under eight plates instead of six. In her haste, she had actually loaded 40kg.

"What?" Xilimyth could only remain knelt down, blinking in disbelief. She removed the rod and then slid it back in, hurrying back to her seat. She pulled the bar down and then up without so much as a gasp. "But this can't be right," she thought. "This would mean I'm stronger..."

Xilimyth had been so absorbed into the workout that she hadn't actually paid mind to her arms. She had always been the athletic sort, most of it owed to her cheetah side, but the same predisposition for lean muscle was what had been making it hard for her to develop bulk the way she wanted it to. Running a paw over her biceps, she could feel muscle tone in the contour of the swell on her arm. Black-spotted yellow fur stretched nicely over the rising mound.

"What's going on? This is amazing!" she could barely keep the words in, throwing a furtive glance around the gym to ensure no one was watching; doubting whether she had spoken out loud or not. Fortunately, Tom was busy sorting equipment in the back while the two patrons were too preoccupied with their own routines to look at Xilimyth.

Questions by the dozen started popping up in the dracocheetah's mind. When had she developed this strength? Was this her dragon half acting up? The biology of a lean muscled creature had been hybridized with one renowned for their size and power when she was born. Maybe this was some sort of second puberty? Was this it, though? How far would it go, otherwise? Would she be stronger than any cheetah or dragon? The idea tickled her.

Since there were no answers in plain sight though, Xilimyth took it upon herself to experiment. Just how strong was she now, really? She tried bumping the weight all the way up to 60kg. in order to get a better idea, and this time ensured she had the right amount of plates by tapping them with her fingers one by one.

Already having lost track of where she had been at the previous set, Xilimyth decided to start over from scratch. Besides, she didn't feel tired at all. In fact, she was bursting with energy! She felt like she could stay up all night if the gym let her.

And thus, the workout was resumed. One pulldown after another, the dracocheetah felt a great deal of strain at the beginning just like before. However, she was soon completing rep after rep without sacrificing poise. While she did so, Xilimyth spared some time to get a good look at her arms, keeping watch for any changes. To her shock, by the tenth pulldown she began to notice the burning in her arms was turning pleasant as her fur bristled and stretched over her swelling biceps; alongside the rest of her arm muscles.

Black spots seemed to slide over her fur as the skin around her biceps stretched. Instead of stopping to admire it with her eyes however she kept working out, as if trying to convince her this wasn't some sort of illusion she was seeing. No, she could feel her arms growing larger, more muscular, stronger. And the sensation was spreading from her biceps and triceps all the way down to her forearms, but also in the other direction. She could feel back straightening out as her deltoids flared up and pushed out; Xilimyth could tell her shoulders were expanding thanks to the straps of her sports bra tightening closer to her neck as muscle pushed it in. Trapezoid muscles pulsed like a beating heart, warming up and expanding as well. And with the increased muscle mass came greater physical strength, complementing Xilimyth's exercising with less effort and more results with every repetition.

"27, 28, 29... Ahh..." Xilimyth let out warm gasps as her muscles tightened and grew larger. "I feel so warm, so hot..." And it wasn't the onset of summer that was making her feel that way. The sensation was like a ticklish crawling taking over her entire body, not just her arms and back. It took longer to start registering it, but Xilimyth soon realized her pectorals, obliques and abdominals were all starting to heat up and tingle as well. It wasn't long before muscle cord began multiplying, weaving stronger, powerful beef. She felt her large breasts getting pushed out against her sports bra, gaining increased firmness with the rising of her pectoral muscles. The girl-abs she had been so insistently training for with all those sit-ups and crunches for months had finally begun to set, as if stubborn flab had decided to melt away and expose crevices between rising mountains.

And it didn't stop there. Her lower body was soon enjoying a similar boost from this strange phenomenon, much to Xilimyth's shock since she was sure she wasn't using her legs and feet to work this machine in particular. As her quads began to develop and get snugly hugged by the once smooth sleeves of her shorts, Xilimyth shifted in place, feeling her gluts and hamstrings burning excess fat to make room for additional muscle mass, giving her delectably curvaceous thighs and a round, plump bottom.

The sensation had become so addictive to Xilimyth. Without making any effort now, she could feel her whole body responding to the exercise, filling her up with energy and excitement; wanting more. "...66, 67..." Just as she thought she was going on forever with the 60kg. pulldowns however, Xilimyth woke up to the fact she had been riding on the excitement's fumes. Her body wasn't tingling anymore, and she wasn't feeling as hot anymore. The exercise was still exceedingly easy to complete, as if she had been working with only a tenth of the weight.

She stood up, ignored everything else and crouched at the side of the machine to remove the latch from the stack and place it significantly lower. Xilimyth didn't care about the strain anymore, she just wanted to see her muscles growing and improving, so she set it all the way down to 120kg.

The machine's frame trembled as Xilimyth exerted force she had not been prepared to put out. She could hear the latch rod clinking and vibrating with her shaking arms as she pulled down with all she had. "Nnghh... come on. Oooooone...!" she gripped the bar handles as tightly as she could, her back muscles becoming marked across the back of her sports bra as they powerfully flexed. Her biceps and triceps popped up like swelling mountains, creating lightly vascular spheres of spotted fur as blood pumped into them. She was soon sitting down on her muscular ass again, the bar pulled all the way down within an inch of her nape. Xilimyth grinned, feeling her body starting to heat up again. It was working.

Bit by bit, grueling rep after rep, the dracocheetah felt the effects of that growing sensation spread out from her arms to the rest of her again. Whereas the initial growth spurt had given her a good start on a beautifully toned build, this level of exertion required bulkier muscles. Her body responded to the request by swelling where it was necessary, radials finally popping out into view in her arms. With her abs gradually exposing a real-time sculpted six-pack and her legs becoming thick with power, her body shape was going from someone who worked out every other day to every single day.

And yet she was certainly stronger than she looked, and she could tell it by how even the 120kg. had become child's play to pull, release and even hold at any distance of her choosing. Xilimyth remembered seeing an incredibly bulky lion needing long pauses between reps with the maximum amount of weight she was now so casually lifting. Despite how giddy the news made her however, the dracocheetah began to realize her densely packed musculature had quickly become too much to properly enjoy this exercise with any longer.

"It's too easy already..." Xilimyth mumbled in disappointment, carefully sliding off her seat after letting go of the handles. She stumbled a little, spreading her wings in an effort to reobtain balance. Her feet found purchase before it became embarrassingly obvious she had lost her bearings for a moment and she leaned against the machine. "Wow, what was that...? It felt like all the blood in my body rushed to my head at once... Maybe I went too hard on this thing?" It was hard to tell whether she was feeling bad or simply woozy from the heavenly pleasure she had just felt. One glance at her hard biceps though brought her back to reality: Her new reality.

Xilimyth wasn't dreaming, she was convinced of it. She could feel the pain and the pleasure, the sweat rolling down her skin hidden into her spotted fur, and the cold steel of the frame she had been lying against. It was all very real. Her muscles were real. The semi-bulky, violet-haired dracocheetah staring at her from the full-body mirror by the weight racks lent credibility to it all.

Stepping carefully at first, Xilimyth found herself employing a confident strut as she approached her own reflection, eager to inspect every last mouth-watering inch on her awesome body. She folded her wings in and stretched her arms above her head, drinking in the way her triceps popped up when she bent her forearms back. She judged her shoulders had widened about an inch on each side, while her already impressive bust now stood a little firmer, greeting her with a jiggle atop her developed pecs; the mounds vibrating almost gelatinously within that now-tight sports bra. But what she simply adored was her new set of abs. Her tail came around her waist, brushing along each row of lifted muscle mounds decorating her abdomen. She was gorgeous!

And yet... shooting a mischievous look back at the weight racks with the skeletal barbells and dumbbells neatly organized on color-coded mats - Tom was a stickler for detail - Xilimyth couldn't stop wondering what she would look like even buffer. Would it work if she did a different exercise? She had felt the changes begin closer to where she was making the same effort, but all the same, her whole body had ultimately benefited from it. The only reason she had stopped gaining mass was due to the lack of challenge, right? That was all she needed. An excuse for her body to catch up.

Even though she had been working out with more than twice her body weight, the pulleys had been doing half the work for her. That simply wasn't doing it for her any longer; she needed something heavier if she was to feel that high again. She was pleased when she realized how utterly light the steel rod of a barbell felt even in one paw. Xilimyth carefully set it up at the bench holder and then began to load it up with the heaviest, thickest weighted discs she could find, aiming for a symmetrical 50kg on each side.

"This is ridiculous." Xilimyth told herself while rubbing her palms together. Rod weight included, the over 100kg heavy barbell managed to look even more imposing than it already was. She had seen big burly guys immediately regret going over 60, whereas others refused to start without a spotter ready to aid them in case the weight as too much. But despite the rational side of her brain telling her to reconsider, she was already slipping under the barbell, lying down on the bench to get in position.

Already she could feel the new muscles in her arms pulsing, eager to begin. As soon as Xilimyth wrapped her paws around the barbell, blood started rushing into her arms, making her feel that amazing burn. She pushed with all of her might, letting out a grunt when the reality of needing the strength to lift over a hundred kilos met her unprepared limbs. Weight hit her wrists first, and from there her well-toned arms began to shake like bamboo reeds in the breeze. Her fangs clenching, Xilimyth began to consider that perhaps she had gone a bit too hard on herself with this decision, and became especially concerned when not even the Herculean strength she thought she had failed to hold the barbell aloft. Forcing her arms apart, it began descending.

The thought of calling out for help crossed her mind, especially when she so clearly missed the hanger and continued to fail at pushing the barbell high enough to hook it back there. But the words didn't get to come out. Gelatinous arms failed to hold up the weight and they buckled under the evidently insurmountable task. The barbell was suddenly pressing down her neck, threatening to crush her windpipe. In her imprudent excitement, she had made the mother of all blunders.

Be it by providence or luck however, the dracocheetah didn't end her life at that point. No, adrenaline surged first, responding to the call for survival. Energy welled up from within the troubled girl. "GRRRRAAAAAH!" A forced growl exploding in her throat pushed the barbell an inch aloft, which was more than enough breadth for her revitalized arms to capitalize on the impulse and shove the barbell up. The draconic feline found herself pumping the overweight barbell well above hanger level, but she didn't hang it. She brought it back down upon herself, fighting against gravity until her bent arms were holding the barbell two inches above her neck. And then, with a burst of heat renewing her strength once more, Xilimyth completed the first bench press by pushing the weight back up.

She completed a second, a third, a fourth and continued on and on. Xilimyth couldn't stop; her tingling arms were possessed with mysterious strength! And as she exerted herself, her muscles adapted to the strain and began growing larger and denser simultaneously. Her biceps and triceps pumped ever bigger and rounder, going from notable mounds to impossible to ignore. In order to accommodate the size of her arms, her shoulders widened further, bringing even more attention to her swelling delts and traps. At this point even her neck was starting to stand out with additional girth, the change further becoming pronounced by the minute.

Increasingly thicker pectoral beef widened her chest by an alarming two inches. The sports bra that until then had been doing a good job of keeping her huge breasts decent was now having to deal with marshmallowy white, fluffy spillage up above even if her mammaries had been unaffected; the glands were mostly fat after all. Her obliques became so prominent on her sides they stood out side-to-side next to her now rock-solid six-pack. The black spandex of her shorts now beautifully conformed to her bulked-up thighs, leaving little to the imagination as the fabric stuck to her like a second skin. With shins and calves growing out into perfectly firm supports for the rest of her, her legs looked powerful enough to kick a wall in.

"Nine, ten, eleven...!" Xilimyth was a workout machine, unable to stop herself. It had begun with that adrenaline rush that had quickly been processed, but that boost was all her body had required to begin its next step in her improvements. She had gone from looking well-toned to majorly buff and all of it without sacrificing femininity.

"Holy smokes, girl. I thought all the hardcore people had gone home by now!" an excited voice made Xilimyth look away from the barbell which she had been hyper-focused on until now. The iguana with great obliques was leaning down, hands rested on knees, observing Xilimyth's bench pressing from a safe distance on the side. She had bright eyes full of admiration for her fellow gym-goer. Xilimyth couldn't help but return the smile with a little flush of the cheeks.

Quietly witnessing from even farther away than the excited iguana gym-bunny, even the nerdy bat with the headphones seemed to have been wrested from his own routine to look at the buff and busty dracocheetah benching like a professional. It only occurred to Xilimyth then that she had bellowed out like a beast only minutes before.

"Ahh uhh..." the dracocheetah hurried to stammer. "Sorry for yelling!" she laughed, sheepishly lowering her ears, "I got uh..." she didn't want to mention her almost-accidental failure, "...I got super excited. This is a record for me!"

"I'll say!" the iguana laughed with Xilimyth, clapping her claws together, "Though you look like you got quite the handle on that weight. Just look at those arms. You look like you'd be alright arm-wrestling even 'ol Tom!"

"I don't know about that!" Xilimyth smiled while continuing to bench-press. But it was true that she was starting to find even this ludicrous amount of weight easy to manage now. After all, her arms were nearly twice the size they were when she had started lifting that night! "Maybe..." courage started welling up in her throat, and even though the expansion-related heat had left her, she was starting to feel warm by the consideration in her head, "...I'll try adding a little bit more..."

"Please don't." A loud voice boomed from behind Xilimyth with a large hand gently pushing her barbell back down from the top, softly guiding it to the hanger. The dracocheetah's purple eyes widened at Tom, jaw slacking a tad as her blush grew in intensity. "Are you new here? I feel like I've seen you around before..."

"I'm Xilimyth!" the dracocheetah couldn't remember formally introducing herself to the owner, having always conducted business with his receptionist and trained with one of the coaches. Meeting him like this had made her nervous, but at the very least the irony of her having been inconspicuous until now helped her from having to answer questions about her new appearance. "I've been a member for a while. And- and I gotta say your place does wonders!"

"Thanks." Tom said without taking his eyes off hers. "I'm really glad you like the place, Xilimyth," he added a smile kinder than she had been expecting. "You're one hell of a bodybuilder, I got to say. But be sure to mind how much weight you're handling, alright?"

"Oh!" the dracocheetah felt a little pang of pride swelling her voluminous chest out, even though half an hour ago she wouldn't have dared to call herself a bodybuilder. "Don't worry!" she chirped, "I still need to work on my form but I wasn't having trouble with the weight."

"I wasn't talking about you," Tom patted the barbell, already starting to loosen the butterfly nuts to remove them with his other hand. "These commercial barbells can't take this much more weight. The steel's already bending. Didn't you notice?"

Xilimyth couldn't say that she had.

"Judging from that clueless expression, I'd say it was your first time with that much weight, huh?" Tom cracked a chuckle. "It's getting late for tonight, but next time you're here I can spot for you. If I'm gonna have a big fluffy brick house like you around, I want her to know how to treat my equipment well!"

"Ah! Hahaha... of course! Sorry. I mean thank you!" Xilimyth quickly sat up, helping the bull with unloading those monstrous weights off the barbell. She couldn't believe she had almost broken herself and the equipment with her carelessness. But the owner was being so awfully nice about it she simply couldn't bring herself to turn his offer down; she was pretty sure her usual coach would have a heart attack seeing her like this, so this worked out well for her. "I usually don't come this late, y'know. Work spat me out kinda late and then I went for um..." Xilimyth stopped herself mid-sentence, scratching her head. She had no idea why she was oversharing about her day. "Anyway, thanks again! I can still take a shower before you close, right?"

"Go right ahead. Still around for 15 more minutes," Tom said after they stacked the weighted plates. "I'll rack the barbell for ya. I'm around all day, so I'll be seeing you. Don't forget to stretch, okay?"

Xilimyth said that she wouldn't and skipped off to the lockers, followed by the iguana lady who introduced herself as Bianca while they were getting changed.

What a night! Xilimyth didn't have much trouble sliding her shorts off but taking her now undersized sports bra off had proved to be difficult. Fortunately, spandex had the advantage of conforming to her new size, even if it did feel considerably snug now. Now that she had a spot of time to actually use her brain to think, the questions returned. "I can't believe I'm a sexy brick house now. But what...?" she paused, her mind jumping back to the earlier event at the McKinley place. "Can't be, can it? I did wish for it..." she thought with a delighted purr, suddenly feeling thankful to the gossipers back at Nick's burger place.

"Coming in, Xilimyth?" Bianca called out, her voice muffled by the running showerheads deeper into the changing room. Xilimyth's wings and ears perked up. She was sweaty after all that action and she wasn't planning on ruining her clothes with it, so she joined her fellow gym goer in.

"You got some moves!" Bianca said as she washed her dreads under the hot, steaming water. As Xilimyth did the same with her long hair, half-covered eyes set on Bianca's roguish smirk. "C'mon. I've been trying to get Tom to notice me for months now! He just became your personal trainer like that!"

Giggling nervously, the busty dracat rinsed her hair and pulled it back behind her shoulders, "I think he was more concerned about me breaking his equipment, Bianca."

"And who wouldn't? Just look at those biceps. They're as big as my head! Where do you even shop for clothes? If I ever get as buff as you I gotta know!"

Bianca's question left Xilimyth quiet as a mouse. "You know, I think I know a place at the mall. The one at Jack O' Nines? I've seen heavy-set people going and coming. Um..." she corrected herself with a nervous little grin, clutching her huge bicep with a soapy paw, "Like me!"

Bianca nodded with a grateful smile, going back to her dreads. The two girls briefly chatted about this and that while they finished showering, neither wanting to make Tom wait for longer than necessary on a Friday. Bianca told Xilimyth that she usually came on Wednesdays and Fridays late because of her schedule and asked if she'd see the dracat again. Xilimyth said she'd think about it.

The dracocheetah was thanking herself for always keeping a spare gym outfit in her locker. It was going to be just as undersized and tight as the sweaty one she had already bagged up, but at least it wasn't going to shred like her other clothes. This new body felt amazing, but she didn't look forwards to looking at the clothes' bill.

One thing was for sure however: Starting next week she wasn't going to be skipping gym anytime soon.

The most eventful part of Xilimyth's trip back home was making sure she didn't go too hard on the pedals of her ride. It was late enough that only few teenagers and young adults going to their pre-outing meetups could be found on the streets. After four blocks and two left turns, she was already leaving her car with her stuffed duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

It was close to bedtime and yet Xilimyth threw the door to her apartment open as if she had just returned from an all-night-long bender to pick up more booze. "Wooohooo!!" she had been holding that one in since the adrenaline-pumped growl back at the bench. The duffel bag went flying into the corner, pieces of her daily ensemble and her covered sweaty gym outfit scattered through the badly zipped hole.

Closing the door behind her, the excited dracocheetah flipped the light switch on and leapt into the center of her apartment, landing on the tip of her toes like a muscular ballerina. She was already curling her arms up in a double-bicep pose, twirling and sticking a side-pectoral pose just to watch her breasts stick out over her large pectorals. "I'm ripped! I'm a beefcake! I can't believe that well actually granted my wish, yessss!" she had never been so happy in her life. It was like living a dream. But perhaps the best part of it all was that she didn't feel fatigued or weak after the intense workout, only regular tiredness and the yearning for sleep.

Before she went to bed however, Xilimyth couldn't help herself from rushing over to her bathroom where the biggest mirror in her apartment was. It wasn't big enough for a vanity, but she could check herself out from the waist up. Running a paw over her flexing right arm, she began to giggle as she prodded away at her swollen biceps, relishing just how firm and shapely the muscle had become. She finger-padded up her abs going from her waistline to the underside of her generous bust, counting them. "Two, four, six... God, I was thinking about sick abs earlier, I didn't expect to get them tonight! Oh man! I wish I could just show up to the office in my sports bra; that'd floor everybody!"

Her big grin turned a lot more sensible when she glanced out into the living room at the spilled clothes in the corner. Xilimyth carefully removed her sports bra, again grunting a little as her wider chest made pulling up over her sizable rack harder. With the sports bra hooked on the towel hook in the bathroom she approached duffel bag and crouched to get fish her actual bra out to try it on. It clipped fine at her back, but she could feel a breathless difference. Huffing and removing the notably undersized undergarment she seized her bundled up shirt and slipped it on. "Darn. My girls didn't get even bigger during all that, did they...?" she fumbled a little, tugging her shirt down by the hem to adjust it but it kept rolling up. Flapping her wings, she made sure they hadn't snagged in the back holes, but she ended sighing, unconvinced.

Stepping back into the bathroom, Xilimyth saw the result of her bodily change. She gave herself a profile view, raising an eyebrow nervously at how much the fabric clung to her bust, almost like a second skin since her nipples were poking tents without the bra on. She had always been top-heavy, but she was convinced her cup-size was the same. The marked increase in torso width and her prominent pectorals were at fault here.

And yet she couldn't help but notice how the bottom of her shirt was only partially covering the halfway-way point of her abs. Feeling something else was out of place, she rushed out to the drawers at her bedroom and returned with a measuring tape. She started by measuring her chest, getting the expected extra width she had been account for, but when she measured herself vertically... "5'9"...? That's... two inches taller than I am! Wu-woah..." her eyes were bulging out in surprise. She re-measured herself and arrived at the same result, letting go of the tape while putting her paws on her face as if she was trying to hold her grinning jaw in place. "Talk about an extra potent wish...!"

Innocent excitement made her tense up, inadvertently flexing. The sound of fabric ripping on her short sleeves made her flinch. Her biceps had popped holes into her shirt. "Whoops..." No two ways about it. She needed new clothes. That was going to be the first item on the menu the following day. Drowsiness was starting to settle in, her paw covering a yawn. "I'll take care of it tomorrow... I'm beat!"

For now, she was thankful it was still warm at her apartment. In the privacy of her own house clothes weren't necessary. After stripping out of her damaged shirt and gym shorts, the sleepy dracocheetah sauntered into her bedroom and threw herself into her half-made bed wearing only a fresh set of panties.

Bedframe creaking, Xilimyth clenched her fangs with unease and very gently turned around. "Right right. I'm a little heavier..." she reminded herself, though 'a little' might have been an understatement if the bed had been given voice. Gentle treatment with her surroundings was going to have to become a habit if she was to enjoy her newfound strength. She knew she was going to have to splurge on new outfits and lingerie but she certainly didn't want to blow her entire check on a new bed too!

"Please don't let this all be just a dream, please..." Xilimyth's eyelids grew heavier as she purred herself to sleep, tail lazily flicking back and forth off the mattress. That body which had grown to lift hundreds of pounds had had enough action for one night. And finally, dreamland had punched in another visitor ticket.

Saturday began early for Xilimyth. Weekends were for sleeping in but she had sprung out of bed like a lightning bolt at the crack of dawn. Lights went on at her bathroom and she practically glued her eyeballs to the mirror dimension. Relief washed her over all at once and she dropped her back against the wall, laughing with her mammaries freely jostling atop her muscular chest. "Oh thank God."

It hadn't been a dream. Xilimyth's wish had truly come true and then some. "Bless you, spandex." She said while holding up the faithful sports bra and gym shorts combo which would allow her to go out shopping without looking too weird. She set it aside though and removed her panties, folding her wings in to slip into the shower. It was still early in the morning, so she had some time before the mall was open to the public. She saw no reason not to enjoy her usual morning routine.

After a good warm shower, Xilimyth climbed out, dried up and started brushing her hair; she became mesmerized with the way her arms flexed and put her new muscles on display with even a simple action such as this. Most long-haired girls complained about taking care of their voluminous manes, but Xilimyth's wasn't particularly rebellious. It was a pleasure wearing it loose but she found it preferable to tie it up into a ponytail.

Once again dressed in sportswear, she killed some time peer-reviewing code from last week and answering a few work-related questions while she prepared and ate breakfast. Normally she wouldn't waste her days off getting work out of the way early, but she couldn't go to sleep now. She was way too excited, and for clothes shopping of all things!

Busy time made it fly and soon she found herself outside under another hot morning. Only this time she couldn't complain about it, since she was actually simply vibrant and sunnier than the sun itself! Xilimyth didn't even take the car, opting to carry her things in a bag slung over her shoulders as she pleasantly jogged down the street towards the shopping mall. She couldn't remember the last time she had just went out for a run for the pleasure of it! Her legs were carrying her with a delightful spring in every step. Already she could notice she was turning a few heads and she was loving it.

Jack 'O Nines, or simply Nines, was a fairly big three story mall with everything from clothes and electronics to food courts and old timey arcades. "Pretty quiet. Guess everyone's still sleeping off their hangover..." she giggled to herself, noticing the lack of patrons this early in the morning. She made a beeline for the second floor, skipping the escalator and actually hopping up the staircase two steps at a time.

It was a long strip with no less than a dozen opposing clothes shops, each with a different brand or style. Xilimyth wasn't going for the place she had gotten the tight gym clothes she was dressed in however, but the shop besides it. Nine-Nine-Nine. The brand specialized in one-size-fits-all options but also offered larger-sizes for people that needed them.

The clerk was a lovely looking middle-aged lioness, the nametag at her lapel reading 'Laura'. With her new height, Laura and Xilimyth could see eye-to-eye. But even then Xilimyth detected a little hesitation after her automatic vendor beaming was replaced by the impressed expression of looking at that curvaceous beefcake entering her store.

"Oh hi! Hello!" Laura seemed to have experience in regaining her composure with near-seamless transition. She was already almost up Xilimyth's face, hands joined in a serviceable manner. "Early birds get the worm, but I can't say I mind a sporty draconic cheetah as my first customer of the day!" Xilimyth tried politely smiling at the awkward greeting, "Oh dear! Am I blabbing already? Sorry, I haven't had my coffee yet."

"No, it's fine!" Xilimyth waved her paw with a smile, "I'm really early, aren't I? Nice meeting you um," she fired a quick glance down and then back up, "Laura. I'm Xilimyth."

"Well howdy to you then, Xilimyth! I love your hair, darling," Laura said, blue eyes observing the dracocheetah's body; making Xilimyth feel surveyed.

"She definitely noticed how tight my clothes are, that's for sure..." Xilimyth thought to herself, shrinking her shoulders but returning another smile and a nod to the compliment. Even though her appearance said otherwise, she was a pretty shy girl when it came to one-on-ones.

"And how may I help you today?" Laura finally asked, her patient and quiet grin persuasive. Xilimyth felt like Laura knew what she was going to ask for without needing to say it.

"My um..." Xilimyth found herself blushing a little as she tugged on the strap of her sports bra. Laura nodded while her customer spoke, "I'm looking for something like this but a little bigger size. It's been a while since I bought this and I've bulked up a little since then!" That sounded sensible to her.

With a hand under her chin, Laura nodded again and turned around. "Yes! I think I do have something similar. You're not too picky about brand, are you? I think I even have that combo in those colors too, but by another manufacturer."

"Really? That'd be great!" Xilimyth hopefully said. Before she knew it Laura had been to the back of the shop and returned with the sporty wear the dracocheetah had been hoping to get.

"Just try them out. I've got a good pair of eyes if I have to say so myself, but I got one more size if that's still too snug. Don't worry about the wing hole tape, honey. Just leave it anywhere in the changing room, alright?"

One trip in and out of the changing room, Xilimyth finally found herself breathing with ease again. With increased looseness she could now feel air flowing and she felt less anxious about the spandex tearing and leaving her embarrassingly topless. "This feels great, Laura!" Xilimyth said while testing the material's elasticity by alternating poses, leaning back, leaning forwards, crouching and stretching. "So comfy!"

Laura was struck dumbfounded at her own ability to pick out clothes. "Honey I hope you don't take this the wrong way but I've never seen a feline, even a hybrid, ever get this big 'n buff. And you, dear? You are rocking that look! You just needed, oh, how do you say it? A little less of that caged je ne se quoi." She then leaned in, winking as she whispered. "And between you, me and the size-tag on the bra and shorts: It's a knock-off."

Vendors knew what they were talking about. Xilimyth was so happy with the find she decided to buy it and ask for a second set. Laura was only too eager to oblige. "Say um..." Xilimyth set her new purchases aside, resting a paw at her hips, "I'm also looking to expand my wardrobe a little. We're casual at work, so I don't need anything formal. Do you think you could...?"

The lioness smirked, already holding up a measuring tape. Xilimyth chuckled and stood still, spreading those beefy arms and standing still for the clerk. After taking her measurements and whistling at the bust in particular, Laura had built up a glint in her eyes. "You want some freedom for those muscular arms. And I bet you don't want to skip out on showing off those abs, or your back, huh?"

Xilimyth was caught off guard by the compounding questionnaire. Her mind's eye was already picturing herself in a bikini that left little to the imagination and that was enough to make her face turn red, little steam clouds forming above her forehead. Before she could answer however, Laura was back with a black top folded over her forearm. When she held it out for Xilimyth, she immediately shook her head negative.

"Really?" Laura exchanged glances between her customer and the halter top she was pinching up. "Halter tops are super comfortable and breezy. Perfect for that casual look during summer, y'know? Won't you try it, at least? It's the same black as your lovely spots!"

Letting out a sigh through her nostrils, Xilimyth took it, feeling it would be rude to refuse such enthusiasm. She walked into the changing room, removed her sports bra and bit her lip. "I don't suppose you also sell regular bras? I... I've been meaning to upgrade there, too!"

After a quiet moment, a pair of cute lacey bras were hooked over the curtain bar. One was pink, the other white, both with transparent straps. Great service, Xilimyth thought, wondering if Laura would accept a tip when this was all said and done. She pulled both bras in and set them aside, choosing to wear the white one. To her surprise, clasping it had been a cinch; the support to her large bosom a welcome addition. And then after putting on that black halter top, Xilimyth began to blush in front of the changing room mirror.

It was a great way to show off her arms all the way up to the shoulders. Holding her ponytail out of the way as she checked out behind, she could see everything from her deltoids to her trapezoids. Her back was halfway nude, adding sensuality that turned obscene when she turned around to look at her huge breasts practically obfuscating everything in the front thanks to the deep cleavage it projected. "I'm not sure this is me, Laura!" Xilimyth chuckled nervously, popping only her head out the curtain. "Maybe a regular tank top with uhm... not so much cleavage?"

"Not even gonna show me? That's cruel! Buuut... you're the customer!" Laura grinned, sauntered over to the back and went to get more clothes. Xilimyth had been hoping to have this wrapped up in half an hour at the very most, but she had forgotten just how many new articles she had to get besides her sportswear.

By the hour when more customers started showing up, the overwhelmed dracocheetah became less exigent and more expedient about replacing her wardrobe. Casual, comfy, practical, not-too-showy, color-alternative, two of each. Ka-ching.

"Clothes are so expensive..." A dismayed Xilimyth thought with all six shopping bags clinging from her muscular arms. Money and time expensive, she corrected herself. But she couldn't stay upset for long, having walked out with one of her two new gym outfits. It was so comfortable it was making her want to go on a run. Not a jog, but actual running. And she decided to do just that, catering to her newly source of vitality.

First, she jogged back home to drop off her things and then she kicked off in the direction of the park on the eastern side. Xilimyth couldn't remember the last time she had actually gone for a run, feeling her leg muscles pumping, her lungs burning and the impact of her feet against the ground. Even the cheetah half of her seemed to be thanking her. She was simply bursting with vigor!

In fact, even with her lack of regular training her new leg strength was helping carry her to the level of marathon runners, speeding past casuals and catching up with those running laps on the track next to East Park. Xilimyth was so pleased, feeling such satisfaction with the new her that she vowed to always make time for running. Without cardio at the gym she would be able to wholly devote herself to lifting in there!

It was half-way in the afternoon when she finally grew tired of sprinting about the track field and the park. She had taken breaks to hydrate since the sun had begun shining brightly and temperatures were already over 90 degrees. She ate two hotdogs on separate occasions to fuel up, but before the third she thought she'd treated herself enough. It was time to head back home.

Sunday was her self-prescribed lazy day. But even then, Xilimyth found herself putting her strength to work by reorganizing her furniture and moving boxes and other things she had been procrastinating with for what seemed to be forever. It was all so effortless she was starting to feel like a super dracat, barely even breaking a sweat even after she had held her own bed up with one arm while sweeping the usually hard to get dust gathering under it.

But the real excitement was fighting her anxiety about going back to the office on Monday. She was so huge now; there was no way her coworkers wouldn't notice. And yet, looking over at her new wardrobe waiting for her to try it out; having spent all weekend using her new sportswear since it was so comfy; Xilimyth was suddenly yearning for the attention. "I'm gonna floor them..." It was people she knew after all: She couldn't wait to see the shock in their faces.

There were so many words to describe what Xilimyth was feeling as she strode around her stomping grounds, but she chose radiance. She felt absolutely radiant as she stunned her subordinates into quiet admiration. As IT manager for her firm, she had never been the intimidating type, but with that muscular new frame of hers making it impossible to ignore the bulked up legs, arms and torso more than one of the guys had their eyes frozen. She could even tell some of the girls were also checking her out!

Responsibility made her fully aware of how badly it would reflect on productivity if she stole all of the coders and analysts' attention though, so she held in the urge to flex. Even without curling her arms, her biceps were already plentifully defined through the short sleeves of her t-shirt, looking almost as if the fabric would peel-off like shed skin. All those dumbfounded, envious and otherwise attentive stares quickly were making her a little nervous; she wasn't used to show off and she certainly didn't want to cause an uproar. So much for flooring them!

"Hey everyone," she finally raised her right arm in a soft wave, doing a general greeting. She didn't have any orders or course corrections to make since their timetable, for once, was being respected - she didn't want to make any Tweets about that though - "I'll be at my terminal if you need anything, okay?" And with that, she left for the server room.

"Wow. Speechless..." Xilimyth mumbled down on the low as she sat down on her chair in front of her workstation, giddily wiggling her hips while leaning back. She grinned, looking over her form-fitting yet airy clothes. "This getup is comfier than I thought. Guess I'm officially part of the XXL team now!" she laughed to herself, thinking she really should have tipped Laura back on Saturday.

There wasn't a lot to do for her at the server room. What she had done over the weekend on remote had inadvertently left her without actual work to do. Xilimyth found herself leaning over her desk, slacking and impatiently tapping her feet on the floor as she clicked through random articles over the net. "I should've gone for a run earlier. I'm feeling restless over here, like a caged beast!" she thought, puffing her cheeks out.

Right before boredom had forced her into Sudoku though, a knock at the door snapped her up to attention, breasts slapping once against her desk. She settled her jiggly chest down, thanking her new bras for the help, before she told the person at her door to come in.

It was Cody, a tall, somewhat toned dragon boy who Xilimyth had trained. In stark contrast he was simultaneously the youngest and tallest person in their team. "Hey, you uh... busy, boss?"

Xilimyth laughed. "You're not an trainee anymore, Cody. It's been months already. Call me Xili, everyone else does!"

"Right! Uh, sorry about that, boss. I mean, boss-Xili..." Cody stammered, walking in with his work laptop held up like a waiter's tray on his right hand. His step was stiff and measured. This was nothing new to the dracocheetah, who patiently waited for his approach.

Cody was still learning the trade. A recent graduate, young and accomplished already, yet humble enough to know when to ask for help. Whenever he came in with his company-assigned machine, she knew he had gotten stuck with his debugging and needed a little nudge in the right direction.

Xilimyth didn't consider herself a teacher, especially since her job description was managing the network and its associated systems, but coordinating the development team was also a duty she had been assigned too, and that meant being available for advice. Cody was the only one who was nervous around her, even before her bulking-up.

It had taken her quite a while to realize his unease came about when he couldn't stop staring at her generous bust, especially if she was flashing cleavage like she had last Friday. The other guys and girls that stared were way better at hiding it, but she wasn't blind about how stacked she was. Part of the reason she had started working out was so that she would stick out for something other than her bigger-than-average boobs!

And yet, as she patiently coached Cody, Xilimyth noted in her mind that this new shirt she had picked out wasn't low cut at all. Sure, there were a couple of nascent horizontal lines above her chest on her shirt but those were natural for any woman that wasn't flat. No, the dragon had been staring at her biceps this time. They mesmerized him: her buff arms stretching those sleeves just enough to avoid causing significant strain. Maybe he was a fan of really big, round things? The thought made her giggle beside herself.

"Suh-sorry," Cody interrupted her with a sullen look, "Thought I had that one right."

"No no!" Xilimyth waved her hands and shook her head, "I wasn't laughing at you. It's just something funny crossed my mind, that's all. Hey Cody, you've been doing a great job with this. You sure you needed help?"

"Ahh, actually uh..." Cody brought a hand behind his neck, scratching it while rolling his shoulders with a sheepish grin. "I couldn't believe it so I actually had to come in to see, buh- Xili. You're so big now." The sudden boldness felt like a kick made of air had round-housed the manager. Before she could reply, Cody uneasily added: "I mean you're so good-looking! I mean, you're looking good. You always have, but I mean..."

This time she couldn't hold her laughter back. "Sorry. I've never seen a quadruple stumble like that one. Did you come here to flirt with me?" she began to grin, tail-flicking behind her. Had the dragon not been covered in red scales Xilimyth would have been treated to an even more amused sight.

"Nuh-no! Nothing like that!" Cody rapidly flailed his arms, sliding away on the spare chair and averting his embarrassed gaze to the nearest server rack. "Everyone saw you like um... that, but nobody thought it was real. I actually got a little concerned and the others already like sending me after you so..."

"I've been working out," Xilimyth intercepted. She technically wasn't lying. Turning around on her chair she fired off a wink at the reflective glass casing of the server rack in front of Cody. Very slowly she curled her arm just enough so that her sleeve would start straining around her swelling bicep. "Do you... like it?"

There was a long pause during which Xilimyth could swear she saw the chair under Cody vibrating. "You're just gonna make fun out of me again, aren't you?"

"No! I'm sorry for laughing, Cody." Xilimyth hadn't known she had gotten the power to make boys squirm, but part of her was liking it. A dragon of all people, and she was making him drool after her muscles. The more sensible part of her however was telling her not to bully her poor subordinate, though. "I like it. That's why I'm not uh... hiding it anymore."

"You were? Hiding it, I mean?"

"In a manner of speaking!" Xilimyth added. Now she was lying. But explaining about a granted wish wasn't what she wanted to turn this morning into. "I'm fine though, you and the others don't have to worry. Except maybe Dylan won't be winning all arm-wrestling tourneys from now on." She stuck her tongue out playfully, fixing her bangs away from her eyes. Cody began laughing. Defused.

Cody left and the day went on as normal, uneventful yet fairly busy. Xilimyth was satisfied with the reaction she had received, even if she had ensured she didn't make such a big deal out of it. She wasn't comfortable with being under the spotlight even though she had certainly been built for it! A little tease here and there couldn't hurt, though.

As soon as Xilimyth had come out of work, she headed to the gym where she got changed and met up with Tom, who was glad to take over for her utterly shocked coach. The bull unfortunately had no heavier equipment for her to test her true limits, but he had her learn some great tips about balancing weights and other frail equipment in order to better control her newfound strength.

And, like that, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday saw a new routine for the new Xilimyth. During the day, she dazzled her team with each impressive arrival or emergence from her 'office', getting them gradually used to the fact they had a buff manager working with them. As the days crawled on by, she found she was starting to enjoy their stares following her flawlessly chiseled form. The way Dylan had outright refused to let their boss compete at arm-wrestling so soundly had made her Wednesday. Cody continued to be awkward around her, the same as the only girl under Xilimyth's charge, incidentally. She had no idea people could be so much into muscles! But then again, she was starting to become a big fan of her own appearance.

During the afternoons, Xilimyth got to expend all that energy she now enjoyed at the gym. Even if Tom didn't have any particular lesson to impart, she still helped around the gym to get equipment and other heavy things moved as needed. She felt so useful! And by the end of Thursday, she was already casually accepting compliments, smiling and waving at the gym-bunnies and gym-rats recognizing her impressive frame. More than once she even treated them to some gratuitous flexing! They worshipped her dedication which made her feel a little bad. Sure, she had put in a bunch of effort the past semester, but nowhere near the level necessary for the body she was enjoying now!

"If only they knew!" Xilimyth thought while seated at her usual booth outside of Nick's on Friday. Another late Friday, another cheat meal moved forwards. One of those deliciously greasy burgers was half-eaten in her paws. The two gossipers weren't there, but she was back to back with the same girl from last week on the adjoined booth, hearing her talking loudly on the phone with who appeared to be the friend she had been sharing stories with back then, chastising her for being late. But there also were more people at Nick's at that night, filling up the stools at the bar inside.

"Good for business," the dracat idly thought to herself as she considered maybe she should tell her fellow gym-goers about the wish she had made a week earlier at the McKinley place. And her co-workers too! She was enjoying herself so much it felt greedy and selfish to not disclose the information.

Maybe she could start by telling Bianca at the gym, since she was going to go there in the evening anyway! She seemed like she really wanted to get Tom's attention. A smile spread her cheesy lips before she licked her chops clean. She wouldn't be selfish.

There were more than three people other than herself that night. With exaggerated rumors about the sexy and beefy winged cat who could bench press incredible amounts of weight, Tom's little club was looking lively even for a Friday evening. Xilimyth found herself waving like usual at people she didn't even know, becoming a little concerned about making any big announcements in front of everybody; she still couldn't deal with crowds of strangers. "I can probably tell Bianca while we're at the showers..." Xilimyth thought as she approached the weight racks, carefully setting up a couple dumbbells for her curling routine.

"Heyyy, girl!" the dracocheetah turned her eyes up from her arms, ears perking as she noticed the familiar face. "Missed you on Wednesday. Rough week?"

"Sorta!" Xilimyth didn't stop her routine while addressing her fellow gym goer, biceps inflating and distending with every rep. "I've been bursting with energy lately, so I've been coming here early when work lets me."

"I guess work wasn't very permissive today, huh?" Bianca chuckled, crouching down to start building her own, much smaller dumbbells. ""

"I dunno why Fridays get so busy. It's like they know we're about to decompress so they have to drag it out!" Xilimyth stuck her tongue out, stood up and started executing horizontal flights with her weights. Her wings naturally mimicked the motion, opening and closing with her stance. "Hey, Bianca..." she began to smirk a little, blowing the bangs away from her forehead. Bianca lifted her eyes up at the bulky, busty dracat. "Before you leave today, I gotta tell you a secret..."

Bianca failed to utter any reply. Xilimyth found herself staring at the iguana's dumbfounded expression which seemed exclusively directed at her chest. It wasn't the first time the well-endowed hybrid had someone forget where her eyes were during a one-on-one chat, but this time it felt weirder than usual on account of Bianca already having seen her naked at the showers a week ago.

Starting to feel a little uncomfortable, especially since she caught others starting to stare as well, Xilimyth tried to add a playful little chuckle to the amusing, if a bit unsettling change in atmosphere. "You're going to eye-laser my boobs if you keep that up, Bianca..." she spoke in a low tone, not wanting to embarrass her fellow gym-bunny.

"Um... I don't know how to tell ya, girl..." Bianca finally rolled her eyes up, as if she had just confirmed something. "Your boobs are trying to pop out."

"They're whu...?" Xilimyth had been so busy with her exercising she had failed to notice the reason for her discomfort was not the sudden influx of unwanted attention to her breasts, but the fact her sports bra was feeling prohibitively tight now. "Ah!" the shocking sight made her flinch, wings spreading out in surprise. She almost dropped her dumbbells and had to retighten her grip on their handles.

Her cleavage had gone beyond immodest, an overabundance of creamy-white mammary flesh jostling violently within its confines. Xilimyth didn't even have time to start worrying about what she was seeing. The familiar warmth from one week ago had come back to her, ignored in place of the heat she felt while working out for a long while. Delicious tingling spread from within each of her enlarging breasts and forced every last nerve ending to swell and jolt her with microcosms of pleasure. That expansive feeling advanced over the dracocheetah's already generous bust to the very tip of her nipples, causing them to harden against her top in a way they had never done before.

Instead of panicking however, Xilimyth didn't negatively react. She couldn't. Unexpected pleasure she was getting from the expansion of her boobs was keeping Xilimyth rooted firmly in place, with an almost goofy grin, as if there weren't the odd dozen or so people observing the expanding hybrid. She had mistakenly convinced herself that she had gotten used to the sensation of growth from last time. This was a completely new experience and all she could do was pant as it wreaked havoc with her overstimulated brain.

Xilimyth's swelling chest was pushing out her sports bra to the point it looked like a seriously ill-fit, even more so than the smaller version she had been donning the previous week. Squishy, fluffy white flesh was starting to pour down from the bottom of her straining bra, exposing quite the eye-catching second cleavage to those that had just joined in watching the incredibly expanding dragon kitty.

Almost as if in trance, Xilimyth absent-mindedly resumed curling her dumbbells, her eyes trained on her billowing assets. Cheeks flushed, she found herself purring as if no one was around her. Bianca and others could swear they had heard her muttering: "Bigger." On the low, but no one dared raise their voice at her. It was such a bewitching spectacle, watching that black and purple sports bra fighting an uphill battle.

Xilimyth was so absorbed in the weighty feeling of her rapidly growing boobs she could hardly pay mind to how tightly the straps of her sports bra were digging down on her shoulders. Every time she completed one of those automatic dumbbell curls, the way her chest wobbled seemed to intensify. No matter how elastic spandex was, it was beginning to show incredible amounts of strain as Xilimyth's tits stubbornly inflated like a pair of squishy balloons.

It didn't take long for the suspenseful silence to get torn when, at the same time, the stretchy fabric was finally torn as well. A pleased chirp left the violet-haired muscle girl when the straining top let out a horrible rubbery noise followed by a series of tight snaps. The highlight of that cacophony of noise was a delightful, fleshy 'plap' when the fattened mammaries finally burst out of the abused sports bra and, without their pushup, smacked down atop her ribcage.

"Holy fucking cow..." Bianca mouthed off, but no noise came out. She had fallen on her ass when she saw the giddy Xilimyth more than double the size of her already enviable rack, and was now looking at the supersized pair jiggling for the crowd every time their owner curled.

Xilimyth was stuck in a particularly heavenly limbo, her tongue hanging out as she panted even harder. One of the straps of her shredded sports bra hung over her shoulder as little more than decoration, the other having snapped off before the front had gotten torn. The pleasure was unlike anything she had ever felt before, even more intense than when she had felt her muscles expanding last time. Her breasts had become so enormous and they still were growing. Even with the back of her sports bra slowly peeling off her muscular back, the job done, the battle won, freedom achieved, that bust appeared intent on climbing through the cup-size alphabet by leaps and bounds.

"She's still growing..." Bianca whispered, too entranced to object.

"Look at the size of them...!" a different gym-goer exclaimed, followed by a few others murmuring while enjoying the show.

"No! Look at the size of her!"

"Is anybody filming this?!"

Indeed, the size of those enlarging chest pillows was at the forefront of all those witnesses' minds. However, surprise took everybody when the blissed dracocheetah began purring louder and deeper, closing her eyes as if to drink in the incredible sensation. It was imperceptible at first but she was starting to grow all around now, as evidenced by the audible strain of her shorts. Her thighs and ass were becoming more muscular, the spotted fur around her hips becoming increasingly visible as the black fabric was stretched thin by a body growing both buffer and taller at once.

Some of the gym's patrons were starting to grow worried. The hugely stacked and now topless lady was still curling with glee, vibrating all over with her pleased purrs. Inch by inch, she was starting to look even more imposing. The muscles at her legs and arms were getting even thicker, popping out with prominence and power. Her shoulders widened further, her neck elongating slightly as additional bulk from her trapezoids helped thicken it. Her deltoids climbed after her chin, exploding with as much size as her biceps and triceps were. By six feet tall, pectoral mass had managed to become notable on her even wider chest before it was again swallowed by the much faster growth of Xilimyth's breasts.

"Ahhh... it feels so good. I can't believe it's happening again...!" Xilimyth thought to herself, lost in a sea of heightened emotion and sensation. Nobody but her and her wonderful body existed right now to her. She could feel it with equal intensity in one of her huge arms as in a pinky toe. It wasn't just her muscles that were expanding anymore. It was all of her, with her breasts leading the effort!

"Someone should call Tom. What's gonna happen to her if she keeps this up?!" one of the patrons cried out suddenly. More than a couple already had left, as if they had become convinced they had just seen Xilimyth change into a ticking time bomb. But it was the loud shout of concern that managed to snap the dracocheetah out from her abstracted fantasy.

And she came to just at the same time as her tight gym shorts' waistband snapped, followed by her beefy thighs and buff gluts violently shredding through the abused material. Xilimyth felt the damaged fabric snapping harmlessly on her quads, she could feel her panties' headed down the same route now that she could sense them getting wedged up her crack. Her sneakers were in the verge of exploding like an overfilled bottle around her enlarging feet. And now that she could properly register what she was happening in front of her, Xilimyth realized she couldn't see Bianca any longer because she was directly below her pair of mammoth dracat tits.

"God...!" Xilimyth was paralyzed at that moment, realizing the show she had inadvertently been putting for so many strangers at once. Her face became redder than a tomato and she gripped so hard the steel of the dumbbell handles began to bend under her vastly enhanced strength. Inevitably the weights snapped the flattened bars and then fell loudly onto her feet to no other effect than a dull thud. Her hands flew to her breasts, desperate to cover her exposed, enlarged nipples first. Realizing her paws alone couldn't cover anything, she pressed her arms together to add their bulk in an effort to add decency, but quickly found her expanding bust to simply dislike being held back. "Why are they still growing?!" were the only words she spoke out loud. Her eyes kept bouncing between her monstrously deep cleavage to the crowd and back.

"I'm not working out, I stopped...!" her mind was racing, "Why is everyone looking so short all of a sudden?! Oh no, what was I doing in front of all these people?!" she pulled a leg up, trying to push her thighs up as a way to cover her privates before her panties inevitably went the way of the rest of her gym clothes. This was the rudest awakening to the nicest dream she had been living. It was all she could do to encase herself in her wings to add as much coverage as she could, and even then it was a mostly futile effort.

When Tom finally showed up, he pushed through the remaining crowd, and for once was wearing a bewildered expression on his usually calm visage. "What the heck is going on, Xilimyth?"

"I... I dunno! I just...!" the dracocheetah was starting to panic. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know how to answer. All she knew was that all of a sudden she was eye-level with the huge bull and instead of feeling great about it she was suddenly convinced that she was a freak of nature now. "Excuse me!" she finally said, spreading her wings to allow her movement before she dashed forwards. With the new perspective thanks to the over six inches of height she had added though, she failed to make up for the distance her legs covered and instead waddled forwards, carelessly bumping the nerdy bat standing in her way to the side with her enormous chest. "Gah! Sorry! I'm so sorry!" she said, but didn't want to stop to help, not when that would involve bending over with her panties about to explode in her intergluteal crease!

"They..." the bat quietly mumbled, his eyes spiraling behind his glasses, "...so soft..." his mutters preceded a happy, unconscious nap.

Barging into the lockers, the panicked Xilimyth was glad she was the only one in there. She quickly slammed the door behind her and shoved her back against it, sliding down with a whimpering sigh. "What came over me...?" the naked amazon lamented. Still expanding bit by bit, Xilimyth could feel the door behind her getting knocked on as her back pressed up against it.

"Suh-sorry! I-I'm not well! I'll be out in... in a bit!" she called out, trying to ignore whatever pleas she heard for her to come out. It wasn't Tom but Bianca who seemed to be calling for her. But she couldn't come back out, not like this! "Is it calming down? Please tell me it's stopping..." she mumbled, gazing at her open paws with her eyes begging for a sign. Pressing her lips together hard, the dracocheetah flexed her fingers and carefully began moving her arms around, stretching her legs out in front of her. The tingling sensation seemed to be abandoning her. "This is ridiculous. I'm so glad I didn't tell anybody to go to that well!"

In order to try and calm down, she began checking herself out. First, the obvious upgrade. She was massively busty now! "I don't remember wishing for an even more gigantic rack. Just... hmph! Look at these silly things!" Xilimyth frowned as she tried lifting the gargantuan orbs sticking out from her chest region. She could barely hold them still, furry white flesh spilling between her fingers. They were outrageously huge, bigger than her head, each mound wide enough to stretch to the end of each of her shoulders on each side. Even parting them to the side made it hard to look at her abs.

When Xilimyth noticed what little she could see of her torso however, she was left utterly speechless. "That's right! I was getting even more muscular...!" the thought led to a gasp when she found herself counting eight mounds of muscle decorating her abdominal region. "Is this an eight-pack?!" It was all she could do not to scream each and every shocking thought. Her arms were even bigger than Tom's, who she was pretty sure had the thickest bodybuilder frame in the whole building. Between her biceps and triceps, the spherical mass on her arm threatened to make even her own head look small. Her legs were both like extra thick tree trunks loaded with enough muscle to kick a motorcycle into the air. And that was what Xilimyth could see. Her back was so muscular now even her wings were starting to look moderately large on her; which explained why she couldn't completely close them around herself earlier.

She was enormously endowed now, but her body had gone beyond buff. She wasn't a brick house any longer, she was a freaking tank!

Xilimyth closed her eyes and sighed, allowing herself a moment to breathe, ignoring any and all sounds coming from outside the empty locker room. She had embarrassed herself out there, but fortunately she hadn't told anyone about her secret. She now had colossal tits she would likely freak any lingerie store manager with, but with enough money they'd get her custom sized bras and shirts. "There are solutions..." she began to smile hopefully. And then her panties finally snapped, making her sit upright with her eyes popping open, still silent.

Not daring to look down at her wide hips, Xilimyth instead cast her gaze forwards only to notice her damaged sneakers. Having grown more than seven inches taller in such a short while, her feet hadn't become that much larger in relation to her muscles and breasts. Judging from her footwear's condition, busted at the seams and with her toes visibly wiggling through the wholes they had torn out, Xilimyth knew she was now at least two shoe sizes too big. "I'm gonna be in the red for the next month because of clothes alone."

Resigned to her nudity, Xilimyth kicked her destroyed footwear off and carefully started rising up to her feet. Bianca's calls had resumed when she heard the rustling of the massive dracat's body. "Hey! Girl, are you alright? You're worrying me."

Xilimyth smiled, trying to look on the bright side that it wasn't ridicule she was facing, at least for now. "I'm okay now," she lied, but she had to fake it 'til she was back home at least. "I can't get out like this though, there's so many..."

"Don't worry!" intercepted the iguana on the other side of the door, "Tom chased all the perverts out. I'm the only one at the door since he wanted to uh... have a girl around. You gave him quite the shock! Tom I mean. Everyone else was shocked too, but it's the first time I see him lose his cool like that!"

Xilimyth didn't need to be told that. She already was feeling extremely awkward. The only thing she really cared about though was getting back home. Thank God she only lived a few blocks down the street. But to even think about getting out that she needed something to cover up with. She'd have to come up with something using the clothes in her lockers. "I hate annoying him this much, I really do. I'm just as shocked as everybody!" she said starting to walk towards the lockers. "Let me put something, anything, on and I'll come back out..." she reached for her locker and raised an eyebrow when her combination didn't work. She tried a second time, blaming her nerves for the initial blunder. "Stupid thing, open...!"

"Xilimyth, that's what I'd been telling you earlier..." Bianca raised her voice, opening the door now that she knew the dracocheetah wasn't blocking it, but then she immediately flinched to the noise of metal getting horribly bent and torn asunder. The iguana's eyes could have been saucers. She was looking at Xilimyth, a monument to bulky muscle and fertility, holding in her right paw the locker door which had been torn it off its hinges. "Yuh-you uhh... got into the guys' changing room."

Xilimyth gulped and turned her head with a sheepish grin. "I'll pay for it, Tom..." she didn't speak the promise since Tom wasn't there, it was simply another reminder she was going to have to be extra careful from now on.

"You're gonna need some really big clothes to cover all that up, sister." The iguana scratched her head, making her dreadlocks shake. "I guess being here isn't a bad idea. Here, put that door down and let's see if there's anything plus sized in there."

"Whu-what?" Xilimyth blinked, "I can't go wearing other people's..."

"You bent steel back there, and I'm pretty sure any of those bozos would give you the keys to their car without needing to flex, Xili," Bianca sauntered forth, looking quite composed all of a sudden; perhaps the empathy of seeing the dracocheetah so distracted. "Plus, this is an emergency. Let me, you'll just tear it all up." She insisted, reaching into the locker to pull out surprisingly clean changes of clothes.

Even more shocking to the two girls was that they had found a plus-sized button up shirt. Unfortunately thanks to how wide Xilimyth now was it would never button up, but it would have to do. Next, Bianca unfolded some joggers that were probably bought with looseness in mind, yet would be a snug fit around Xilimyth's thighs without doubt.

"Jeez, this is so embarrassing!" the muscle bound amazon whined, wiggling her hips in those tight joggers as she kept pinching the ends of the button-up to see if at the very least she could hide her nipples from view. With the aid of her wings, she was able to keep them pressed against the sides of the shirt. Other than the monstrously deep cleavage, she looked decent finally.

"At least you can come out now, right?" Bianca sighed, "This has been one heck of a Friday."

"Tell me about it." Tom's voice rang from outside. He seemed much less distraught than Bianca had made him out to be. Xilimyth shifted uncomfortably in place, biting her lip. Before she began to step out to confront the owner, she told Bianca her combination and asked her to get her things for her as a favor. Wearing a shaky smile and a trembling chin, she greeted the bull with a shy wave upon walking out with the iguana.

"Aw darn. Don't gimme that puppy-in-the-rain look, Xili." The burly bull said, his gaze not lingering on her for more than a second at a time.

"I'm really sorry for all that commotion, Tom. You've been so good to me this last week, I didn't mean to..."

"How can you mean to do something like this?" asked Tom, forcing Xilimyth to fall to pouting silence. "Exactly. You have no control over it, do you?"

"I don't think- no, I don't." Xilimyth truthfully said, trying to give him a profile view when she realized her tremendous, 80% exposed bosom was making it hard for them to have a conversation.

Tom sighed, "I'm not sure what I'm gonna do about all this, but one thing's for sure." He pointed back at the dumbbells she had completely wrecked. "I can't have you around out of control. I told you last week, right?"

"Now come on!" Bianca finally stepped back out, looking upset as she deposited Xilimyth's bag in her paws. "Hey, it's not her fault, alright? I'm sure whatever she's on, she didn't wanna wreck your stuff or cause trouble. Right, girl?"

"I know that, Bianca." Tom huffed, looking sullen like a father about to administer punishment he didn't want to. "But if this happens again, I can't be responsible for it. You're more than welcome to return once you've got this..." the bull made an arm gesture, unable to find the proper word for it, "...thing, under control. Until then, I'm gonna have to ask you to stay out, Xilimyth."

"C'mon, Tom! You don't have to kick her out. I mean I get it, but..." Bianca couldn't think of a counterargument, she was huffing, angry not at Tom, but the situation itself.

"I'll reimburse your membership if you need the money. We can just forget about tonight, alright?" Tom said without looking at Bianca. The pouting Xilimyth was folding her huge arms in front of her chest, covering much of her cleavage. She nodded to Tom without saying anything, bowed apologetically and started making her way out of the club.

"Hey, call if you need anything, alright?" Tom reminded Xilimyth, who turned her head, gave him a quiet smile and left. The bull firmly grabbed Bianca's arm to stop her from leaving after the hulking dracocheetah. "I know you want to help her, but she's overwhelmed right now." He released the iguana and finished: "Let her go home, she sure looked like she needs a little alone time; clear her head. I doubt anybody's gonna get in her way as she is now, anyway."

Bianca was looking destitute. "I hate that you're making sense. And she was looking so happy before! Who knew getting this big could be so... intense..."

Tom had been right. The last thing Xilimyth wanted was to deal with any more people. The reasonable way in which the gym owner had dealt with the situation had actually set her heart at ease, even if she regretted having been basically banned. Wanting to be home more than anything, she put pep in her step, a little squeamish about having to step on the humid ground bare-footed.

"I need to get this clothes back to their owner asap..." Xilimyth thought, tugging uncomfortably at the tight joggers on the way back to her place. "But if I wanna make it to the mall tomorrow for shopping, I guess I'll need to have something to wear. I'll just have to take extra good care of this. Just hope Laura doesn't make too big of a deal when she sees me like this..."

"Holy mother of bust enhancement surgeries!" the lioness at Nines' plus-sized clothes shop would have hit the floor had she not been leaning onto the counter when Xilimyth walked in. Even with all the sorts of customers on the large side she had served over the years it was a safe bet to say Laura had never seen a change this stark in her whole life.

Xilimyth thanked the powers that be that she hadn't had to wedge herself in or out of any doorways, but even while sidestepping through she still could feel her titanic knockers brushing against the doorframe. This ensured that all of her entrances were marked by the loud jostle of her monstrous mammaries. The saving grace of being so tall was that for the most part most of the average-height people's expressions were hidden, alongside them, under the obstruction of her own chest.

"Oh darling!" Laura caught herself a little late, hesitantly sliding from behind the counter, leaving the first coffee of her day half-drunk. "Please forgive me, I didn't mean anything by it, it's just..."

"It's okay," Xilimyth intercepted with a wry smile. "You're only the third person this morning thinking I randomly decided to shove a truckload of plastic in my chest." She tried laughing, but only a little chortle came out. She had long since come to terms with the attention her chest brought her before this recent 'uplifting', she even considered them to be an attractive point as well! But now that they were close to twice the size of her own head each, she had turned to reevaluate their proverbial and literal encumbrance. "Please tell me you carry something in... end-of-the-alphabet size...?" she lifted her commissures in an uneasy grin and a semi-hopeful lift of the eyebrows.

Laura's mouth hung open a little. Xilimyth was pulling that shirt open, exposing the bouncy pair of overinflated basketballs for the store clerk. It was evident that Xilimyth had gone through more than one bag of bindings trying to go for makeshift support for the overgrown twins. As Laura took stock of the hybrid's improvements extending beyond her headlights and saw those tightly-packed, incredibly huge muscles, she realized she was dealing with more than just a challenge.

"Oh, honey." She finally said, recovering a little bit of her effervescence and bouncing over to the towering dracocheetah. Laura pulled Xilimyth to the back when she realized even the early morning shoppers were starting to stop by the storefront to stare. "We'll find something in the back, I'm sure of it! In fact, let me dedicate myself entirely to you." She said, left to lock the door and close the blinds, and then turned to Xilimyth with that bright-eyed smile of hers. It made the dracocheetah smile back with an uneasy smile.

"Thanks. But uhh... you don't really have a bra my size, do you?" Xilimyth asked while tilting her head up and down on the plaques showcasing underwear of different sizes and capacity. She judged some of those would even have been a tad too big for her previous bust size, but now they looked like her boobs would no doubt spill like they with her gym clothes.

"I don't, not right now," Laura admitted with a nod, "But don't you worry, I'll put in an order and get you a custom made one just for you. You'll have to take extra good care of it though, they are not cheap!"

Xilimyth winced. She could already feel the credit card in her wallet starting to sizzle, and this was only the one bra she would be getting. They went through the extra-large wardrobe with four X on their tags. Many of her options were unisex ones, which suited Xilimyth just fine. She had never really bothered with trying to look ladylike except for very special occasions. And given her current appearance just being able to move with liberty and not feel like a jiggling embarrassment suited her just fine.

In the end, the borrowed clothes came off and she was able to put on a pair of panties that didn't wedge up too much. Xilimyth's build was so thick however that she wasn't able to use the changing rooms. Not because she didn't fit inside of them, but due to the addition of her wings making movement awkward and sometimes impossible. She was relieved Laura was so serviceable and had closed shop; it made sense to her, she was going to be employee of the year with her purchases alone.

"Over here, I'll help you into these tops," Laura had brought a stool to stand on so that she could have a boost over Xilimyth's significantly taller height. "Just be careful when you turn..." the lioness flinched when she heard one of the shoebox stacks come down like a house of cards, demolished by Xilimyth's wrapped chest, "...around."

Blushing, Xilimyth held her bouncing rack still and offered a sheepish grin. "Aw jeez! Sorry, Laura. I'm not used to- I'll put it back together!"

Laura sighed, laughed and then shook her head no. "It's okay, honey. Only the ones at the top had shoes in them. I'll take care of that later. Now come here and let's get started..."

Without a bra, every top Xilimyth tried on looked painted on and showy for the most part. Even the ones without cleavage made her chest stand out thanks to her nipples stubbornly press the fabric out. "Alrighty, just stand still aaaaand..." the tip of Laura's tongue was permanently out as she tried dressing Xilimyth into one of the tank tops she had hand-picked for her. They seemed okay in width at first, but as soon as the lioness applied pressure to fit them properly around Xilimyth's chest, a sharp tearing sound made Laura release a dreadful gasp. "Ahem..." she cleared her throat, "Maybe two sizes bigger!" she giggled.

Xilimyth was glad Laura had offered to fit her. This way it wouldn't hurt her wallet as much since it wasn't her decision! That didn't make it feel any better each time her breasts or arms burst a chest or sleeve, though. "Make it three, maybe...?" the dracocheetah asked with an unsure smile, her tail twitching anxiously behind her. Laura didn't need to be convinced. They spent a long while testing, eventually coming up with fewer yet reliable options. Fewer still in the casual office department.

Then there was a 4XL version of the black halter top Laura had shown to Xilimyth a week earlier. It was one of the few girly items left among her already limited options. It was perfect in the sense its dark color made her nubs looked a little more invisible, and thanks to how strong her neck was the straps didn't feel like they were choking her. It gave her wings freedom of movement which got to be an annoyance with other tops whose wing-holes were displaced by the sheer bulk of her back. Without having to worry about the back with this design, it truly felt like she was wearing a sexy bra without looking indecent.

"I'll take it." Xilimyth decided, getting a squeak of delight from Laura who was managing a stack of cargo pants and other plus-sized wear on the counter. Ka-ching. New bra, ka-ching. New pants, new tops, new underwear, new sneakers. One pair of each. Ka-Ching-Ching-Ching. She was so not looking forwards to her next credit statement.

At least now she could give back the clothes she had borrowed.

The streets felt quieter than usual to Xilimyth. She wasn't turning heads, she was making fellow pedestrians stop and turn around to follow her walking immensity from as many angles as possible. She wasn't even trying to saunter or show off, but her beef and boobs were simply impossible to minimize any longer.

Whispers and murmurs both concerned and horny were coming from everywhere she went. It wasn't just her chest taking all the attention though. She heard more than one person express awe over her size, and many others positively swooning about her Herculean build. On the one hand, she felt flattered; it wasn't very different from last week at the gym. On the other, she still could remember her paws crushing steel, snapping dumbbell handles like twigs.

"Don't be dumb." She told herself, "How can you be scared of all of this? Just look at the way everybody looks at you. You're way bigger than big now. And they love it. Even when they look at you all intimidated, they love staring. Why shouldn't you love the attention? This is the new you. The new Xilimyth. It _is_what you wanted, wasn't it?" she stopped at the question, the key to her apartment's general entrance half-turned into the lock.

Xilimyth thought back to her wish and how it had affected the previous week. She had been startled at first. She had loved every second of growing larger, heck, she had absolutely gone head over heels for the heavenly sensation just yesterday! But she had managed to get used to it; to the new her. "It'll just take a little getting used to, that's all..." she began to smile, the lock clicking as she walked forwards, being rebounded by her chest hitting the doorframe. The windows attached to the sides vibrated so much she thought the glass was going to burst. "...just a little getting used to, that's all." She repeated with a nervous giggle, sidestepping into the apartment building.

She had had enough with clothes. Mixing and matching pieces to work on an outfit could wait until Sunday night, before they day she went back to the office; if her custom bra got there in time. Xilimyth refused to go out until she was sure she wouldn't have to wear those ridiculous bindings again. While she was home alone she wasn't going to wear clothes at all.

In fact, she was so upset with the bindings she lost her patience removing them one by one. Instead she exposed her claws and tore them right off, sighing a breath of relief one her naked mammaries were wobbling in fresh air again. Holding them up to steady them, Xilimyth found herself actually paying good attention to her reflection in the bathroom mirror. "I don't look half-bad with these, actually. They complement my new biceps!" she gently patted her arms, allowing herself a side-pose to give herself a profile view. "If I hadn't blown all my money on new clothes I'd be looking into getting new weights for home-training."

She mused about her expulsion from the gym. But instead of getting mad at herself, Xilimyth smiled knowing Tom hadn't been angry with her when he asked her to leave. In a small way, that had helped her realize people didn't actually hate her for being this massive. Just as Tom had said, she just needed to learn how to control her newfound strength and size!

Naked, free and gradually starting to restore her self-confidence in the privacy of her own home, Xilimyth spent the rest of Saturday taking it easy for once. First, she put the clothes from that nameless guy at the gym set aside to give to Bianca when she came to get them back for him. Then, she began the painstaking process of replacing her new wardrobe with her even newer one. The painstaking part wasn't so much the organizational aspect of the task, but the constant reminder that the tops and bottoms she had purchased not ten days ago were already useless to her.

"I guess I'll just give them one last wash and then hand them out. No reason to throw them away..." Xilimyth let out a little huff as her tail pulled a laundry basket closer where she dumped the old stuff into. Bending over to pick the basket up, she felt an obstruction when she stood up straight again. "Still can't get used to 'em being in the way for everything I do..." she chuckled, almost losing her grip on the laundry basket when her titanic jugs almost bounced it off her hands.

"Just another couple of things to get used to, I guess..."

After coordinating with Bianca and finally giving the guy's clothes back, Xilimyth told her to come by another day if she knew any winged girl out there who was a little on the big side that would like barely-used outfits. Bianca told her she loved her new clothes, and was looking forwards to when Xilimyth would come back to the gym.

The buff dracat's Saturday was less than eventful after her meeting with the iguana girl. For once, Xilimyth didn't mind. Sunday took her by surprise when she suddenly had to scramble to get clothes on early in the morning. "Premium Express Delivery" they called it. Xilimyth was more than impressed with Laura's service. With all those zeroes in her receipt though, the dracocheetah didn't feel one ounce guilty making people work on a Sunday. She even tipped the bug-eyed delivery girl staring at her gigantic, top-straining bust. Kobolds were so small and cute, even smaller now, she thought.

"Oh God, this is ridiculous." Xilimyth laughed at herself, holding the new lacey bra Laura had special-ordered for her. The cups looked like well-developed babies might fit in them, but the material seemed sturdy and reliable. Texture was soft and it smelled so nice and cottony too.

At first, she struggled putting her new bra on due to the girth of her upper arms making it difficult to get them around her back. After a bit of practice holding a hand-mirror using her tail to aid her, the clasps clicked, and just like that, the towering hybrid stretched her arms out, brought them around and pushed her breasts up. She let them go, watching them bounce and quickly settle down in their new cushy, exceedingly pricy home. "Can't argue with the results... Alright, this is looking good. I'm looking good!"

After throwing one of her new tops on, Xilimyth's bright smile returned in full. No nipple tents, no uncontrollable wobbling... Sure, the size was something she couldn't control, but at least now she wouldn't knock people out with them by turning around too fast! She was feeling so good about it she wasn't even considering skipping out on the office anymore. "Can't hide myself here, worrying about stuff. That's right!" she smacked her cheeks, forcing the biggest fang-exposing beaming grin she could. "Look out world, this is the new me! And I love it!"

Xilimyth's new running shoes fell comfortable as she jogged down the street early Monday. She had decided to forgo using her car for a while, if not permanently. She hadn't dared step on the bathroom scales earlier, already estimating she had put on at least a couple hundred pounds thanks to the extra muscle mass; a dozen or so of that just in boob fat. Her car would be alright, she thought, but she was afraid of putting way too much pressure on the pedals and kicking a hole right through. She was thankful for living in a small city.

For once in her life, summer was Xilimyth's ally. Baggy linen pants ensured her monstrously thick legs didn't feel restricted while the halter top she had become strangely accustomed to allowed her arms and wings to move as if she was topless. It still made her feel like her upper body was headed to a sunny beach instead of an artificially lit server room, but the upsides were too good to pass up. "It's still a semester 'til summer..." she assured herself, subconsciously patting pocket where her wallet was. "Maybe start planning to move somewhere tropical." She thought half-jokingly.

The door to the IT consulting firm was unobstructed, yet Xilimyth's paws were trembling a little. With trepidation she reached forwards ready to push her way in, but the titan of a woman clicked her teeth with a wry smile. "I just had a little growth spurt on top of my other growth spurt..." she rationalized with a little giggle, "That's all. Be cool. You're their boss, act like a grown dragon cat."

Taking a deep breath, Xilimyth pushed the door open and strode in with her eyes closed at first. She stumbled a little at first thanks to a brief irregular bump, "Great move, grown-dragon-cat. Don't look where you're going..." she chastised herself before greeting her team with her bright purple eyes. She forced another smile and took the emptiest path towards her office past all of the coders and analyst desks, speaking rapidly without looking at anybody and keeping her sight ahead: "Morning-everybody-hope-you-had-a-great-weekend!" she waved one gigantic arm overhead, "Alright-lemme-know-if-you-need-anything-via-direct!"

Coolness.

"Did that just happen...?" one of Xilimyth's employees was the first to open their mouth up within five full seconds of their boss exiting into her office.

"What the heck kinda supplement is she on?" Dylan, the friendly and burly bear of the team had been looking at Xilimyth with envy. Today he had finally convinced himself that appearance couldn't be natural.

"Hey, has anybody seen Cody?" a third employee had gotten from up his desk by the entrance of their office. The pangolin girl was wearing a concerned frown as she threw her gaze in all directions as if she had just witnessed a maneuver by Copperfield himself. "He was just standing here showing me analytics data."

"He's a big guy, how did he get away from you...?" Dylan shrugged incredulously.

Xilimyth blinked incredulously as she looked down. A scaly arm had stuck out from her cleavage like a climber attempting to reach the summit of a mountain. As she hadn't bothered to stop until the door to the server room was closed behind her, she had essentially bulldozed through carried by those powerful cheetah legs of hers. She opened her mouth to say something, but there was little she that occurred to her to say to Cody who had become engulfed between her monstrous tits and was trying to get out from their squishy embrace. Or that's what she told herself, anyway. She could feel him feeling about with the arm and hand that she couldn't see and began to feel way less inclined towards the empathic side. He probably needed air, though.

"Bwah...!" Cody breathed out, finally. "Hu-hullo, boss...! Sorry about that!" the dragon meekly nodded his head in apology. He couldn't do much else, hanging in the air from Xilimyth's right paw holding him up by the back of his shirt.

"That was my fault, actually..." Xilimyth sighed, resting her free paw on her hips, which made Cody squirm as even that shift in position tensed her body just the right way to make her huge biceps pop out. "I should've been paying more attention. You're not hurt, are you?" she asked, turning Cody around as if she was holding a life-sized marionette she was checking for nicks and cuts. Xilimyth's concern made her completely miss the fact she was casually manhandling a dragon barely a few inches under her new height.

Cody however didn't seem to mind, even though his usually green face was starting to turn crimson. "Nuh-no problem at all! I just uh... had a deer-in-highlights moment that's all. Oh uhm! Didn't mean anything against deer of course!" he quickly corrected himself with a sheepish grin. Xilimyth stopped slowly spinning him and gave him a patient albeit wry smile. "Are... are you okay, though, buh..." he paused, cleared his throat and said: "...Xili?"

At that point, it dawned upon Xilimyth that people were worrying for her not because of her appearance, but due to the sad face she was making each time a misunderstanding like this occurred. She wasn't making it easy on them to give her the space she needed. Letting out a sigh, she began to grin, "I'm all good. Just took one too many protein 'shakes. That's all!"

"Uhhh... huh?" Cody's eye twitched a little, his dumbfound grin showing a little confusion. "Oh right! You had been going to the gym for a while right? Thu-that place must be a miracle-facility! You have to tell me where it is. I'd love to bulk up like that!"

Xilimyth was less worried about telling the truth now, but she still didn't think it was a good idea for people to be messing with wishes now that she had first-hand experience of how wildly they could react. However, something else occurred to her. Cody was asking about a miracle-facility, the gym she had been going to. She could do that. "I'll text you the address later, alright? It's a really nice place."

"Score! Great! I hope I'll see you there. You can show me the ropes there, right?" Cody asked hopefully, so distracted by the sight of Xilimyth's eight-pack under her unbelievably huge rack that he wasn't looking at her nervous expression; she guessed he didn't need to know she had been banned from Tom's gym. "Uhh..." Cody squirmed, suddenly. "I don't wanna sound pissed off or anything but..." he began to smile nervously up at the violet haired dracocheetah. "Do you think you could put me down now, Xili? I think I'm hearing my shirt starting to tear..."

Even a tall dragon like Cody was practically featherweight to Xilimyth. She flinched at the request and immediately started apologizing as she gently set her underling down. She was so glad the server room's glass walls were polarized and nobody had seen him holding Cody up like she had. The last thing she wanted to give her subordinates the idea that she was becoming an abusive, intimidating boss!

After sending Cody on his way, Xilimyth tried to relax on her chair, finally glad to be alone again with her thoughts. "I can't believe how light he is. He's so tall he must be like 220, give or take. I'm stronger and bigger than a pure dragon now..." she began to grin, feeling proud of herself. Other than her wings, Xilimyth had never quite stood out as a hybrid. It almost seemed like her cheetah side had been entirely dominant for most of her life, forcing her to be lithe and quick on her feet but little else like that. Now she felt like the world's largest cat. She felt power coursing through her veins. She felt so good she was positively vibrating!

And then she let out a sharp squeak when she fell to the floor on her back, finding out the hard way she hadn't been the one vibrating. The chair she had always used could not support her overwhelming new weight anymore and had broken apart without remedy. "...ow. This cheap piece of..." she reached back to pull out the fragmented seat from under her tush, her lip curling into an uneasy smirk as she saw the 'reinforced frame' tag under the seat. She made sure to snap that bit between her thumb and index before dropping it in the waste basket.

Rushing to the door, she cracked it open just a bit and peered out. Some of her subordinates were at their desks, others were taking a coffee break. None of them seemed to have heard her fall. She clicked the door closed and returned to her desk, sweeping the destroyed chair away with her tail. "That's okay," she told herself, finding the desk at an appropriate height since it hadn't upgraded with her height, "I can work with this. Let's just check my e-mails, first..." she smiled, leaning forwards to get her fingers on the keyboard and mouse. The moment she did however, three different apps appeared on screen, the volume and brightness settings popped up at once and a search bar with a garbled up query showed up.

IV456YTBG8RHN

"Ladies, please..." an exasperated huff left Xilimyth's mouth. She couldn't help but throw her gaze up at the ceiling as she got her heavy boobs off her keyboard. It was going to be a long week.

Coasting through the rest of Monday, the winged amazon had managed to find compromise in using her wireless keyboard atop her repurposed rack in order to get some actual work done. At first, every stroke was measured, making sure her powerful digits didn't puncture holes in each key she tried to push. Needing to do that for each keystroke got old quick though. Did they even make reinforced mechanical keyboards? "No," she told herself, "I can't spend any more money on... making money." Xilimyth was looking at her keyboard with a groan. Before long she would need to work two jobs.

The worries were coming back, only getting silenced whenever she had to address her team members through direct messages. With how easy it was to bowl everything over, and needing to wedge herself through narrower paths Xilimyth preferred to stay away from their part of the office now. She didn't need another incident like Cody's. Fortunately, no more incidents occurred during her first day as a walking curvy tank in the office, so when she got out she decided to set her mind at ease with a jog which quickly turned into a run. She needed to burn all that extra energy after all!

However, she first stopped by home to get changed into a more agreeable attire. A stretchy tank top worn over her custom sized bra and true one-size-fits-all spandex shorts ensured she was as decent as she could ever hope to be with proportions like hers.

Knowing she couldn't go to Tom's gym and not wanting to risk becoming a nuisance anywhere else, running outdoors was her best bet. Plus, she was tired of how suffocating her office had become! That afternoon, Xilimyth ran from one end of the city to the other and back before heading home. She only knocked over two fellow runners. Although one of them had had a colorful way of expressing her disdain for the incident, her tone had immediately taken a dip with one glance at the near seven feet tall titaness.

Tuesday was depressingly slow. So much in fact that while confined to her office Xilimyth had begun fantasizing with leaving a dracocheetah-shaped hole in the wall and running off to Nevada just to time herself how long it would take to make the trip and come back on foot. Having spent most of her life a happy net surfer on the internet, satisfied being anywhere as long as she had her devices handy, Xilimyth was suddenly feeling like a caged beast in that server room.

Anxiety had managed the impossible by the end of the day and it had sapped the nigh-inexhaustible drive to exercise she had acquired. Seven-foot beast or not, she was back to the old fatigued Xilimyth she thought she had left behind at the old McKinley place. "Maybe I'm just tired of the routine..." she thought to herself as she slowly padded through the walkway, by now wary of just when she had to tuck her wings individually and to weave in order to miss fellow pedestrians stunned by the incoming knockers.

Passing a busy construction site next to the main street, she stopping at a corner because of a red light. While waiting, Xilimyth followed her gaze upward at one billboard featuring a sexy moth girl in a saucy two-piece advertising the new summer thirst-quencher, holding out one can in each of her four hands. "Hmm..." Xilimyth didn't have four arms, but she transposed the image of the insect with her own. Of course, she was significantly bustier and bulkier, but imagination took care of the deficits. "Do they even look for beefy models? That could be a ticket for some serious cash." She thought, gently giving her sides a pat, her breasts bouncing in place. "I'm getting lots of attention with these, maybe..."

But before Xilimyth could continue planning out her future as a bikini-clad soda sponsor, a loud yell tugged at her ears, forcing her to turn around. It all happened so fast.

"WATCH OUT WATCH OUT!"

"WATCH OUT DOWN BELOW!"

"OH GOD MOVE OUT OF THE WAY...!"

There had been a jaguar dad who had been leading his little girl along the walkway, probably coming back from elementary. Above them and falling down fast, a huge steel girder threatened to end their lives. Without thinking, Xilimyth had dashed forwards, throwing her arms out in an attempt to push the girder out of the way, but she actually managed to catch it in her grip. When she came back to, her eyes snapped to attention and she realized what she had done.

The jaguar man was thanking Xilimyth repeatedly, crouched over his crying little girl. Workers came out of the construction site, surrounding her with awe in their faces. Pedestrians all around were applauding and pointing at the strong woman holding that piece of heavy steel like a weightless branch from a tree.

If the scared victims her breasts were looming over hadn't been shaking as they were, Xilimyth would've named herself the most shocked person in the city right then.

"Oooh, I'm so glad you're so quick on your feet, kitten!" came a chirpy voice from behind the dracocheetah. Xilimyth turned to look at the forewoman, a huge reptile of a girl. Her work clothes hid a curvaceous yet clearly sturdy frame. She took her hardhat off to address Xilimyth, a long mane of ruby hair waving in the afternoon breeze. The snout type indicated that lady was an alligator. "How are they, kitty cat? They didn't get hurt, did they?"

"None of us did." Xilimyth managed to say after looking down at the family and pulling back, giving them space. She was still shocked with delayed fear. The swirling emotions inside of her made her turn to the forelady and let some anger loose. "What were you thinking?! How did you let this thing," she shook the girder like a stick, "Just fall down like that? Someone could've gotten hurt!"

"But nobody did! And it's all thanks to you. I'm so relieved you were here, kitten!" the forelady put her claws together in a grateful gesture. Then she began to explain: "My machine guy made a mistake back there. Hit the crane a little too hard and made one of the cables of the carrier snap."

"Are you freaking kidding me?! You can't just...!" Xilimyth began to raise her voice, making the gator lady flinch as she prepared to be on the receiving end of a wave of insults. However, the dracocheetah stopped herself mid-sentence. Mistakes. Dangerous ones. Risk to others. In one second she saw herself crushing her office chair to bits, lifting Cody in one hand, ripping the door locker off its hinges, destroying gym equipment mindlessly. And nobody had gotten hurt. Could people get mad at her? Certainly. But they had chosen not to. "Everybody makes mistakes. You should be more careful though." Xilimyth said after taking a deep breath.

At first the forewoman was left blinking rapidly at the pacified hulk of a hybrid. Tears begun forming at her eyes, making Xilimyth raise her paw as if to apologize, but before she could do anything she had the gator's arms around her muscled waist and her snout buried in her cleavage. The redhead was sobbing. "I'm always careful but now I know that's not enough! I'll do it, thank you!" she said, prompting the larger girl to put a paw at the forelady's back to gently pat it.

"It's... it's okay..." Xilimyth had no idea what to say. With the danger having passed and the awkwardness of that scene, the excitement had suddenly died down and pedestrians were already on their way. The father and his little girl were nowhere to be seen, either. "Um, you can let go now, miss..."

"Call me Lola!" the gator chirped all of a sudden, bringing her snout out from between Xilimyth's breasts to address the taller girl. "That could've been really ugly, like super-duper ugly, kitten. What do I call my kind heroine?"

Blushing in embarrassment, Xilimyth actually began to squirm and wiggle in place. "Aw shucks I... I'm Xilimyth. Call me Xili though." It was odd how only moments ago she felt like strangling this woman but now they were so close they could've been kissing. "Ah... sorry for yelling earlier. I've had a peculiar duh..." she paused. "Set of days."

"Same here, kitten!" Lola agreed with a quick nod, "You're actually the first person in a while to throw a little bit of kindness my way! Even though I totally deserved that yelling. Thanks so much for holding back at the end!"

"Uh... wow... I guess you've been having it rough. You're the forelady for this building, aren't you? Must be tough..." Xilimyth said while looking on high.

"Sayyy..." Lola's claws made Xilimyth perk up as she felt them squeezing her biceps. "You're built like a tank, aren't you?" It didn't look like Lola had been crying just now with how much the redhead was suddenly beaming. "I could use a gal like you in my projects. I usually hire the burly dudes you see over there..." she pointed back at seven men of varying ages and facial expressions, yet they were all invariably thick and strong, "All of them sweethearts, I promise, heehee. But you know what, I doubt any of them could crush steel girders in one paw!"

"Say what...?" Xilimyth turned to the girder in her grip. It had taken her this long to finally notice her fingers had dug into steel as if it was silly putty instead of alloyed metal. "Oh crud. I hope this wasn't expensive. It was an accident!"

"Lots of those around here today!" Lola chuckled, trying to make light of the situation. "I won't tell if you don't," she stuck her tongue out and then began scratching her head, tying her hair up and putting her hardhat back on, "Is what I'd love to say. But I'm going to hear about this one from the higher ups... Not the girder, but what we caused. Since nobody got hurt and I got a potential new, incredibly strong worker though... they might forgive little old me!"

"Whoa whoa, wait, hold on!" Xilimyth carefully set the girder down on the floor while making hand gestures to dissuade Lola. "You can't just poach me like this. I already have a job."

"What?!" Lola looked heartbroken. "Who do you work for? Stacey at the new Gallant Mega Mall? That two-timing...!"

"Stace... the mall they're building at...?" Xilimyth shook her head, "No no, I don't work in a construction crew, Lola. I'm a network manager, the only building I do is writing code."

"Oh!" Lola seemed happy all of a sudden, giving her a nod of understanding. "I once dated a python, actually. Well then, kitten. If you period beefy then you period addNewJob! ...um... syntax error?" she grinned.

Xilimyth couldn't help blurting out a laugh. To think she had been so angry and anxious only minutes before. "I'll give you that was funny, but..."

"Pleeeease! We can make it work with your other job, I promise. It'll be part time around this hour!" Lola insisted, "With somebody as strong as you we'd get finished sooner, and I'll pay you well, kitten!"

"Wuh-well, huh...? But are you sure, Lola?" At first Xilimyth was simply humoring her, but she was now starting to consider the offer, seeing a refreshingly bright glint of sincerity in the bubbly forelady's eyes. "You're not even interested in looking at my résumé first?"

"Résumé shesumeh! I saw what you could do first hand! Works better than any interview." Lola giggled, hand-waving the worry away. "Just come with me and we'll get you set up!" she said, grabbing and leading Xilimyth by the hand. Whether it was because of Lola's almost infectious cheeriness or the fact she was strapped for cash, the dracocheetah was seriously starting to consider the offer.

Working with heavy stuff would be great to manage all those bursts of energy she was already feeling like they were returning. Having a job outdoors would make her feel better with all the fresh air and freedom. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense in her head. She had accumulated sufficient seniority to arrange for full remote work, so scheduling would be a non-issue. Besides, Xilimyth knew she really could use the money.

"I'll give it a try, I guess." The amazon finally said, making Lola stop, turn around and tackle herself into the larger girl's bosom. Her new boss was quite the cuddle bug.

Construction work was nothing like she had envisioned. While Xilimyth had always pictured the ongoing racket of jackhammers and rowdy shouting on site, it was significantly quieter than that. Lola explained to her that they were already well past the conditioning stage of their building, with the ground properly scrubbed and leveled. Most of the sounds she was hearing now were the cement mixers and the hum of machinery.

Lola introduced Xilimyth to the rest of the crew. Five enormously bulky guys, some of species she hadn't expected to see: While she had expected a rhinoceros and an ox, she hadn't been expecting an axolotl, a fennec fox and a bumble bee muscle-bound to the antennae. Lola had the hunk quintet stop working for a brief moment. "Hi guys! This super buff kitten is Xilimyth," the redhead stood beside Xilimyth, and then it became clear just how tall she was. Xilimyth was easily eye-level with the rhinoceros, but Lola, despite her curvaceous and toned look, was in third place for tallest in that construction site.

Several hellos and howdys came from the group. Xilimyth suddenly felt like she wasn't anywhere different from the gym, except everybody was dressed in bright vests and wearing hardhats. She was still getting used to her own new headwear which Lola insisted looked extremely adorable on her. With a quiet wave, she smiled at her new coworkers. She noticed a few pairs of eyes following the sway of her prominent chest while others couldn't tear their orbs away from her titanic biceps. The black spots on her otherwise custard yellow fur seemed to stretch whenever her muscles tensed even from something as simple as a greeting.

"And," Lola took a step forward, raising a finger to point back at Xilimyth, "She's reason we get to continue with our work, today." Nobody was making a single objection, they all had been there to look at the dracocheetah holding a several hundred-pound steel girder like nothing; they were all convinced she could have bent it around like a pretzel if she had wanted to, with arms that thick and powerful-looking. "She's also going to be learning the ropes starting today, so be patient, alright?"

The bumble-bee stud stepped forwards, his antennae dropping. Two left hands raised up, "Hey, uh, thank you so much. I'm the one who got tangled up earlier and dropped the ball. Quite literally. It's never happened before. You really saved my... our bacon, lady."

Xilimyth offered an understanding nod. She wasn't here to criticize anybody, especially since, as Lola had quite eloquently put it earlier, nobody had gotten hurt. The way the earnest insect had been so forthcoming admitting responsibility for his blunder was inspiring to her. Suddenly she didn't feel like she was new at all, like she was going to get along with these people just fine. "Thanks for taking me in! I'm eager to try something new!" she said.

Lola couldn't have been happier. "Looks like we're one big happy family from the start! Alright then, that's enough pleasantries for now. Let's get back to work while we still have sunlight, boys and kitten!"

"Right!" the crew said in unison.

Before she knew it, Xilimyth was working together with those big guys following Lola's directions, carrying materials around the site while the others received and began using them. She immediately impressed her coworkers with near inexhaustible energy and also the Herculean strength she boasted. From carrying concrete and steel materials over her shoulders like it was nothing to hoisting bundles of rebar, it was clear they didn't need machines to carry that weight any longer, and instead they now had more hands to receive and put it all to work.

As the week went on, Xilimyth got so into her new role she decided to take on extra hours. Thanks to her managerial position at the IT company, arranging to be fully remote for a few weeks had been no problem. So long as she did her work and responded to her e-mails in a timely fashion. Soon enough, construction work had become a major part of her day and Lola couldn't have been happier about it. That powerhouse was making them more efficient and she had to agree her looks didn't hurt one bit for team morale!

Xilimyth felt right at home with being used this way, not that she was particularly aware of the moralizing effect she was having. Her muscles were simply too eager to be finally utilized for manual labor. If she was on the receiving end of any sort of advance she was way too focused on what everything she was lugging about was used for and how she could help with it to realize.

And just like she had learned with Tom she had the foresight to know how to measure her strength and moderate how much strain she placed on anything she tried to move. This was similar to the gym when she was helping Tom move around his equipment, yet with more immediate gratification as she got to see the frame of the building they were constructing start taking shape by the day. The freedom she felt with unrestricted space, knowing even if she bumped into her coworkers she wouldn't send the fellow tanks flying, was a liberating experience for her. And on top of it all: She was getting paid for the workout!

It was Friday again and the sun was setting. Xilimyth had been pushing herself so hard that afternoon she had actually broken into a sweat, thanks in great part to late June's steadily increasing temperatures. For once since growing as large as a seriously dedicated bodybuilder and getting muscles way stronger than one, Xilimyth felt like she was again having to make an effort. She had even taken a dare from the ox to see who could get the two cement mixers to the second floor of the building first earlier in the week; Lola had bet on her star recruit, of course.

Taking her fluorescent vest and hardhat off, Xilimyth waved at the last person leaving and stretched. Her arms were pulsing, hot and tight. She had stopped counting the weight she had accumulated between carrying materials and holding up support girders for the builders at around five tons. Yet her legs were still eager, tickling, the cheetah side of her begging for another run around the city. She hadn't been doing much for leg day since she had gotten started in construction.

"Whoa, hey! Where are you going, kitten?" Xilimyth stopped pre-run warmup when she heard Lola. The gator gal hopped out of the one of the first floor windows which had yet to be framed. It was quite an impressive sight to behold, her boss. Without her construction apparel on, she looked like she had just stepped out of the saloon.

Lola usually got changed at the engineer's station, and today was no exception. Xilimyth had seen the reptile wearing heels before, boosting the leggy, slender gator up to eye-level with even the rhinoceros builder. She was dressed in a bottom-knotted top as red as her hair and denim shorts that on closer inspection looked like daisy dukes. Most impressive of all, that waist-long red hair looked silky for being so close to gravel dust and being compacted in a hard hat all day. Stroking her own violet locks, Xilimyth made a mental note to ask Lola about what shampoo she used.

"Thought I'd go for a run! It's still early, right?" Xilimyth said, letting go of the leg she had been bending back to stretch.

"In your work boots?" Lola giggled, covering her snout with the back of her hand like a lady would.

"You don't mind, right?" Xilimyth looked a bit hopeful, shuffling her feet and wiggling her hips eagerly. "I never thought I'd find boots this comfy, but after the last three days I think I could wear them all day! Plus, they're so resistant. My um... my sneakers were starting to get a little under the weather."

"I get'cha!" The glamorous redhead shrugged her shoulders, walking past the fluffy titaness. "Must be hard getting clothes your size. Have you been to Nines? My friend Laura works there."

"Oh! Actually, she's the one who clothed me up after my uh..." Xilimyth began to laugh a little, reaching back to scratch her head, "...growth spurt, I guess you could say."

"Small world! Yeah, she's not exactly on the big side like I am, but she carries all sorts of good stuff for us on the plus side!" With her claws rested at her wide hips, the gator looked like she belonged on that billboard selling energy drinks. Xilimyth then realized that two weeks ago she would have hardly been eye-level with Lola's torso, maybe with the bottom of her chest since she was also busty. "Anyway, kitten, I gotta go home and get ready. Another friend stood me up last week so I can't be late for this date. Here's this week's pay!" Lola handed out an envelope which was quite hefty at the center. "A little bit extra since you got those extra hours in! Though, listen, don't push yourself too hard if you're gonna exercise after today, alright? I need my powerhouse ready for next week!" she blew a kiss at Xilimyth. "Buh-bye!"

The dracocheetah waved Lola goodbye and let out a little wistful sigh. Her boss was such an enigma. Not quite a tomboy, not quite a lady. And she was so pretty and popular as well! "Maybe I've been worrying too much about sticking out too much. Just look at Lola, she loves all the attention she gets and she's way bigger than I used to be..." she thought with a smile, realizing it wasn't envy but inspiration she was getting from those thoughts. When she opened the envelope, it was almost like her spirit had returned to her body when it had left her the previous weekend. She wasn't going to have to worry about rent and other comforts.

That evening, Xilimyth ran and jogged like nothing mattered. She waved with a smile at those that looked at her, satisfied with how she was turning heads and sometimes, stopping traffic as people paused to look at the towering, top-heavy hybrid. Her body wasn't a curse, it was a blessing! She had a new job she loved, she could finally be the big dragon kitty she had always been meant to be, and be admired for it! Life was good. And so she decided to celebrate it with her favorite comfort food at the end of her jog, headed for Nick's at the seaside area.

Xilimyth had noticed a remarkable increase in appetite throughout the week. Without that envelope in her backpack now, she would have been an anxious wreck about her income. Now she had no qualms about getting a heaping mountain of junk food to finally treat herself like she deserved! "It's sho good..." she said amidst tears of delight as she tore into the delectable burgers and fries, feeling her cheeks tingling. She was felt so warm and fuzzy inside all of a sudden. Was this what true happiness was like? It was almost like a swelling sensation spreading amongst the entirety of her person, tickling every last strand of cheetah fur on her wonderfully thick self. An electric jolt of pleasure ran up her spine and Xilimyth let out a moan after gulping down the last bit of food in her mouth. And then she hiccupped.

"Oh no." Her eyes went wide as she realized how familiar that happy tingling in her body felt. It had been a week so she had almost failed to recognize it, but now she was sure of it. She was vibrating all over, muscles pulsing without prompt. Her outfit was beginning to strain. "Wait...!" she begged breathlessly, but the pleasure was such that all she could do was sit there on the bench watching her open paws.

Xilimyth was starting to grow again, only this time to her surprise it wasn't her muscles or her curves; she was getting taller.

"Gahhh...! I'm feeling so warm already..." huffed the dracocheetah as she felt her custom sized bra starting to strain. She could see the fabric of her tank top beginning to tear down the middle thanks to the increasing weight of her chest. Without the burning sensation of her muscles or the inflating of her breasts, her senses flared out allowing her to feel every minute detail of that process involving every part of her body at once, every last strand of fur in her person pushing out in size.

She bit her lips in barely contained excitement as she felt the hem of her top steadily climbing over and exposing her powerful abs. The backrest of Xilimyth's booth emitted wooden groans of protest as her wings expanded against it, reinforced metal joints and booth supports below vibrating uneasily.

Those muscular thighs of hers mashed together, her enlarging tail swishing over the top of the booth and into the fortunately empty contiguous one. "I can't believe I'm so into this... again...!" Xilimyth recriminated herself as if she was consciously trying to reject what she was going through. No, she was actually into the sensation of her underwear going from clingy to wedging and her once comfy bra, no matter how pricy and difficult to procure, fighting a losing battle.

Her panties were starting to excavate into her crack, the fabric becoming flimsier as elasticity was tested to its very limits. With Xilimyth already past the seven feet tall mark, her pants had gone from baggy to skin-tight, making her leg muscles pulse powerfully against once permissive and breathable linen. Even her work boots were suffering the wrath of her enlarging tootsies: The ankle sleeves cut into her shins and calves while the rest of the rubbery material started losing color as it was stretched.

And thanks to the way her body was processing all of this stimulation, Xilimyth was beyond overwhelmed. Whereas back in the gym she had entered one manner of trance as she expanded, she was wholly conscious this time. She could by now tell every time she heated up, tingled or otherwise pulsed before her whole body swelled another inch. And yet the most eloquent way Xilimyth transmit that information out into the world was by purring, rolling her eyes up and hanging her mouth open as she drooled with open-faced lust. "This feels so good. I'm getting so big! I'll be making Anthony look like a dwarf elephant soon...!" she laughed drunkenly to herself.

Growing taller and taller still, Xilimyth found herself sprawling over her booth table, covering wrappers and emptied soda cups under her squishy bosom. She mewled as she stretched out her massive arms, vascular lines extending over her muscles as she tensed up, groping the air in front of her like the pawing motions of a curious kitten. "Ahhhh... bigger..." she mewled again, and her body obeyed.

Xilimyth pulsed and swelled, the straps of her top snapping on both sides while the tear down the middle revealed the deep crevice between her fluffy mammaries in full. Now a true amazon at 8ft. tall, her torso had begun devastating one of the couple tank tops Laura hadn't shredded around the draconic feline's astounding kitty titties. Bigger still, linen started busting at the seams, and through the holes in her pants spotted furry muscle made their best "Here's Johnny!" impression, widening them further. Black rubber was losing its opacity, Xilimyth's reliable work boots getting so tight around her feet their sleeves had begun tearing down the middle down from the top. However, the material around her feet-proper finally came undone at the toes, her big toes poking holes from where the damage extended over rubber like fissures from an earthen magnitude.

"What's happening to her?"

"Some nutjob trying to get off... Hey lady! Lonely on a Friday ni-"

"Be quiet! What if she hears you?"

"I was coming for a burger, but I'm definitely staying for this!"

While absent mindedly straddling her booth amidst her growth, Xilimyth had failed to notice the increasing number of people who had approached or otherwise come out from Nick's, with Nick and his wife themselves, to join the spectators witnessing the peculiar sighting of a near 9ft. tall winged cheetah bursting out of her clothes.

"A-ahh..." the swelling girl panted again, her lust-charged eyes regaining lucidity once her ears inevitably picked up the increasingly louder noise of people muttering, then mumbling, then finally discussing and wondering aloud how big she might be. "Nuh-not again!" Xilimyth shot up straight when she finally came to.

Her enormous tail lifted the table from the booth next to hers, flipping it over and making salt and pepper shakers and mustard and ketchup bottles fly into the air. The following crash had been loud enough to make the crowd take a collective step backwards, but most of them ended staring even more when they saw Xilimyth's ears were mere inches away from brushing against the drive-in's canopy.

"Holy fu..."

"She's a giant! Look!"

"Oh I _am_looking."

Xilimyth's first instinct was to try to cover up before the thirsty multitude. However, she was startled when the bare motion of her arms made her overflowing bra draw the last straw. With a loud snap, both straps snugly dug into her fluffy deltoids tore apart, making her truly titanic tits spill down with a bouncing so wobbly you would think she had been stuffing the cups of that bra with overinflated beach balls. Xilimyth's were even bigger, and they were getting bigger still along the rest of her.

The snap had made her flinch, causing her to jump up and hit her head on the canopy, knocking loose some of the dust and loose concrete from that aging repurposed gas station ceiling. Another swell made her pants explode off her gigantic legs, now truly as thick as an entire person as she reached 10ft. tall. A full dozen inches more made her poor boots burst apart in rubbery finality, opening like a blooming flower destined to expire alongside the cottony remains of her split short socks.

Ceiling lines began to appear, drawn by the dragging wingtips of the leaning Xilimyth who was attempting to shuffle off the burger dive before she grew her head through the roof.

Inadvertently approaching the crowd, the ascending woman nervously pressed her hulking thighs together and slouched forwards with an arm successfully covered her privates. At this point her panties, even those one-size-fits-all she had paid good money for, were little more than badly stretched lines of floss doing little in standing out from her spotted yellow fur and the white fur of her underbelly.

Putting her free arm above her monumentally large chest achieved no further effect than squeezing those beautifully overgrown lady lumps together even harder, making one of the perverts, a wolf, reach out to touch them. "This is one kickass dream," he said with a big, goofy smile that made Xilimyth flinch as he approached her making grabby motions with his paws.

"Whoa! I'm not your dream girl, buddy!" Xilimyth called out and side-stepped the drunken idiot. "I'm just aahhh...!" another moan cut her off, her skin crawling with delightful tingling. It was all she could do to keep her arms where they may make her decent, but her growth wasn't over.

The crowd reacted both with wooing and gasps of surprise as they watched the giant lady become even bigger, swelling multiple inches taller with every accelerated breath she took. Each pulse preceding another growth spurt made her bones loudly pop with a crackle reminiscent of someone loudly playing with their knuckles. But even that noise was deafened by the somewhat rubbery sound of her flesh increasing, adding more mass on top of her mass, stretching skin and spotted fur alike. The whole process made it look like was about to burst like an overinflated balloon yet defying all logic her body shot up and balanced its proportions back, leaving her taller each time.

Xilimyth couldn't stop. Part of her didn't want to stop, but another part of her simply wanted to wrest some control back from this madness. She couldn't lie to herself any longer: She adored every second of every instant her very being climbed to greater height. Not even the expanded nerve ends of her massive tits last week or the pleasant burn in her biceps could compare to the nature-defying phenomenon she was going through. It was making her lose her goddamn mind in front of a bunch of strangers though, and knowing that put a damper on how she felt about it.

"I can't just yell this crowd away... Oh God, there's Nick and his wife, she's covering her eyes... Must think I'm a freak." Thirteen feet and counting, Xilimyth decided she was going to have to be the one leaving. "Legs don't fail me now...!" she whimpered, convinced of the foolhardy idea of running away with her arms positioned as they were. Her magnificently sculpted, curvaceous body flashed that crowd one last time before the growing mini-giantess turned her back on them and kicked off into a surprisingly fast dash. She was a cheetah, after all.

Eye-level with the second floor of a double bus and giant breasts smacking her ribcage every step of the way, Xilimyth dashed down the thankfully empty evening streets on the way back home. Halfway there though she immediately began to lament, "I must be like 15ft. tall, I'm not fitting inside my apartment...!" She was leaving holes in the pavement as she became increasingly more frustrated with the situation.

Digging her heels down on the asphalt of the corner of her home street, Xilimyth swiveled and ran down in a different direction. The sound of police sirens was starting to make her already agitated heart race. "Please tell me there's another streaking mini-giant loose in the city!" she winced, putting even more speed in her sprint until her stride had turned her into a blur in the eyes of even the soberest of pedestrians. She wanted the earth to swallow her up. Without thinking, Xilimyth took all of her momentum, bent her knees and leapt off hundreds of feet into the air, disappearing into the night sky instead.

"Oof! Agh...!" Xilimyth couldn't remember the last time she had used her wings for landing, or for flying for that matter. She thanked her burliness for cushioning the fall even after she had landed on her shoulder. The insane jump she had executed to get as far away from downtown as she could had put her at East Park. Xilimyth recognized every tree there by now. She was far away from the benches and the playground; that's where couples went to most of them.

She allowed herself a sigh. Xilimyth remained quiet for a full minute, humongous chest heaving with hearty gulps of air. "Guh... God... did it finally stop...?" she had never wished for a measuring tape so bad before in her life. Just sitting up put her at branch-level with some of the dwarf trees. Some of the trunks really were narrower than her legs now, and she hadn't even grown any more muscular! "I'm... monstrously tall now." She thought to herself, anxiety rising with her breathing; the tingling had all but subsided, and yet she feared another random growth spurt.

"What am I gonna do...? Where am I gonna go...?" Xilimyth poured her face in her palms, closing her wings around her bulky arms. "My life, my jobs... What am I gonna tell the police? The people at the office? What am I gonna tell Lola...?"

"Tell me if you like my dress, for starters. Red's totally my color, right?"

Xilimyth's head popped up, hands pulling back her messy violet hair behind her head. She had to rub her eyes at first, but there she was. The tall gator lady, now looking understandably smaller, was standing before her. She was clad in a long clubbing dress, choker and the same heels Xilimyth had seen her on earlier. In her right hand she was holding a familiar backpack. "Lola...? What are you doing here? How did you...?"

"Oh lemme tell ya. I almost crashed twice running after your fluffy butt, kitten. You're lucky it's so cute!" the gator giggled. "I knew cheetahs could run but I had no idea you could Hulk jump like that!"

"You've... you've been following me?"

"Well, you did leave this behind!" Lola grinned, daintily holding up the backpack which Xilimyth recognized as her belonging. "I got bored of waiting for my friend to show, so I went to Nick's for a burger. My favorite place, y'know? Then lo and behold, I'm driving up when BOOM- big tall and musclebound dashes through and almost makes me drive to an early grave! Got off to ask what was going on, saw some people talking about calling the police, and then I noticed this backpack in a booth. I'm no Sherlock, but..." Lola paused, smirked towards Xilimyth and said: "I gotta hand it to you, kitten, you really know how to show a gal a good time!"

With trembling lips, Xilimyth scooted closer to Lola and carefully encircled her with her massive arms, pulling her into a hug. She really just wanted to be held. "I'm scared."

"I know." Lola sighed, putting her arms around her enormous subordinate, yet she only managed to put weight against the hybrid's shoulders, barely getting her fingers to touch behind Xilimyth's thick traps. "But this is no place for you to be in right now, kitten."

"Where am I gonna go, though? I'm gigantic!" Xilimyth opened her arms with a pout. Lola pulled back and tapped her foot before throwing Xilimyth's backpack on and beaming her a smile.

"I got stood up," the gator said with a chuckle, "Which deserves a little punishment, but that's for another time..." she added quietly. "...but, that frees up the rest of my Friday night. Can you walk?"

"Wait, where are we going?"

"My place, duh!" Lola laughed, jumping in Xilimyth's arms. "I know I said walk, but I meant more like 'jump'. I'll tell you where my place is."

"You're taking me to your place?" Xilimyth asked, dumbfounded, but kept a protective grip around her suddenly small boss. "Aren't you scared...?"

Lola laughed, "You don't wanna know what I used to do before I got into construction work. Now, aim for the suburbs."

Xilimyth was about to protest, but she could hear the sirens wailing from far away. They were probably patrolling, perhaps they weren't even actively hunting her down; Friday nights could get rowdy. But she didn't want to chance it. Without wasting another second, she nodded to Lola and jumped as high as she could, using her wings to stabilize and glide. While in mid-air, she asked: "What about your car?"

"I'll come pick it up tomorrow!" Lola said, relaxing against Xilimyth's gigantic chest. "Now this is what I call flying first class!"

"I haven't flown in years," Xilimyth admitted with a blush, "I just... jumped real good."

"Cross traveling by jumping dragon kittens off the bucket list, then!" Lola clung tightly, turning her head down to look at the neighborhood closing in fast. "You want the pretty place that looks like a farmhouse. The one with the big backyard pool!"

As they gently glided down to their destination, Xilimyth's eyes widened to the sight of that beautiful residence. "I..." she lost her breath for a moment, forgetting her predicament as she admired that construction, "...I was in the wrong line of business."

Lola, the proud home owner, welcomed Xilimyth in through the back of her cushy little abode. At 16ft. tall, she was simply too tall to get inside the house built for someone of Lola's impressive stature. Since going inside was a non-starter, Lola brought out some tarps and a couple of mattresses from the large shed in the back that they fashioned into a futon.

"Sorry I can't offer you anything comfier for now, kitten, but you're safe here. Private neighborhood perks!"

"This is almost like a country house..." Xilimyth said while sitting down at the makeshift bed. It was past midnight already, yet the breeze was still warm. "I guess I'm camping out tonight."

"_We_are!" Lola giggled as she hauled out packed covers from the shed, soon grunting from the effort. Xilimyth helped her and soon enough they had enough covers for the two of them. "I'd be a terrible host if I had my guest sleep out on her own!"

"Where do you even get all this stuff, Lola?"

"Ah! Some owners like to dump their stuff on me. I've also never bothered to finish furnishing most of the rooms inside the 'ol house, hehe! Outside of work I'm a real honest to goodness procrastinator... but that's my secret!" Lola winked up to Xilimyth.

"Hey... uhm..." the dracocheetah shifted uncomfortably in place, looking sullen all of a sudden. "Thanks for all you're... for all you've been doing for me. For a second there in the park I really thought I was alone. This thing that's happening to me..."

"We can deal with that tomorrow!" Lola stretched her arms above her head, letting out a yawn. "I bet you're tired after all that running and jumping around, kitten. And even if you're not... I am!" she grinned, starting to pull the covers over her body while scooting as close as she could with her guest. In fact, she was pushing close enough that she was again lodging herself into the mini-giantess' cleavage like a life-sized alligator doll.

Xilimyth didn't seem to mind. In fact, her ears were splayed in an almost submissive way. "Sorry... I didn't..."

"None of that." Lola cut her off, "It just means we'll tackle it in full tomorrow with all our energy back! Oooh, maybe even have a pool party out here! I've yet to try it out. The worst part of being a workaholic is I never get to enjoy nice things!"

"This is gonna sound weird," Xilimyth displayed a quiet smile, her huge tail starting to come around to coil around the gator's body affectionately, "But I'm glad you got stood up tonight."

"Meeeeean!" Lola yawned again, stretching one last time before falling asleep next to the mini-giantess. Xilimyth couldn't believe how easily the redhead had nodded off, sleeping so soundly after all of what had happened that night! The dracocheetah hugged her friend in spite of the warm night, closed her eyes and did her best to try to pretend nothing else but the snoozing gator in her cleavage mattered in the world.

Xilimyth woke up at the crack of dawn without Lola in her arms or between her breasts. The pool's motorized filter had worked like a great alarm clock. Stretching up atop the strangely comfortable tarp-futon, Xilimyth scanned around for her boss. "Luh-Lola?" she finally called out while straightening her violet hair by hand.

"Comiiiing...!" sang out Lola's muffled voice from the main house. Xilimyth could smell something nice in the air. Soon enough, Lola was out wearing only a bright pink two-piece that left very little to the imagination, carrying two heaping plates full of bacon and eggs. "This is about all I know how to cook without burning it to a crisp," the curvaceous host confessed without shame. In fact, she looked pretty proud of the simple yet fragrant crispy bacon topping those yellow mountains.

Xilimyth admitted to herself she had woken up peckish and didn't argue about taking a bite or seven. They chased breakfast down with chilled orange juice from the box and soon Lola was dipping her feet inside her pool while listening to Xilimyth tell her story for the first time. Everything from two weeks ago until now.

Lola looked pensive at the end. "I didn't think that old tale about the wishing well was true." She began to smile, "I guess Sally really wasn't BS'ing me! She really won the lottery by wishing for it!"

Xilimyth cocked her head sideways. Why did the name Sally ring a bell? She didn't know any Sally. But she remembered the night when she had heard about the McKinley place. "Wait. Oh hold on. You were there at Nick's that night?!"

"I guess I was too into gossiping to notice you. But then again you weren't this ahh... 'blessed', shall we say?" Lola sheepishly shrugged while looking back at Xilimyth. The dracocheetah huffed.

"More like cursed..." She then started to widen her eyes at her own words. "Wait, why didn't I think about it sooner? I can just go back to the well and wish to undo the changes! Maybe not all of them but perhaps this time I can be more specif..."

Lola cut her off with a frown, "Really hate raining on your parade, kitten. But that old plot of land got leveled more than a week ago. They've already started construction. Our guild's at it; different contractor. Hear nothing of the old McKinley place survived. Not one brick."

Falling back in defeated, Xilimyth let out a groan of pained frustration. Lola got off the edge of the pool and began sashaying her way back into the house. "I got something that'll cheer you up though."

Xilimyth's ears perked and she sat up to quietly wait for Lola while impatiently flicking her tail about. Her eyes were almost laser-focused when she saw the curvy reptile walk back outside from the main house. "What's all that?"

Bundles of pearly white cloth stuffed Lola's arms, the gator carrying it towards Xilimyth. "Now, I didn't have a lot of stuff to come up with this. Most of the places I get my sewing stuff from are still closed this early but I didn't wanna wait. Think fast!" The gator's arms heaved and tossed one of the two large pieces of cloth at the dracocheetah, whose grogginess made her flinch as she scrambled to catch the item out of the air.

Managing to swipe the cloth with one finger, it unfurled like a towel, revealing to be some sort of huge band. Upon closer inspection Xilimyth noted the patchwork which had been used to join what seemed to be a strip of cloth into the enormous, stretchy tube dangling from her finger. "Uhm... what is this? Wait. Is this a giant tube-top?!"

"Made with curtains, looks great if I say so myself!" Lola proudly prodded her own chest, making it jiggle. "Don't worry. It was a little hard with you sleeping and all, but I got your measurements. It's extra extra extra extra..."

"I get it!" Xilimyth blurted out with a frown. Lola grinned at her, nodding as if urging her to try the makeshift top on. "I guess um... thanks. I doubt anybody else would be able to clothe me. Plus, it'd be awkward if your neighbors saw me topless." She nervously giggled, casting her gaze over the tall hedges delimiting each home owner's yards. They were about 10ft. tall, which meant that even while Xilimyth was sitting she was visible to them, and so was her nudity. Fortunately, unlike Lola they all seemed to be enjoying their early Saturday sleeping in.

With her wings in the way, Xilimyth stepped into the tube and began to pull all the way up to her chest. Surprisingly loose at first, the patchwork tube-top fit around her massive rack, pressing against her nude back. Finally, the face-dwarfing areolae were finally out of view. Tugging at the fabric's edges, Xilimyth found herself almost absorbed by the sight of her incredible cleavage. The tube-top felt a little itchy, but otherwise it felt like it would offer support and dignity if not a saucy good look of her upper bust offering to spill out. "A little too much push-up for my liking but..." Xilimyth turned a gentle smile down at the gator, making the reptile's tail wag, "...thank you. Is that uh...?" she pointed at the other piece of patchwork in Lola's arms.

The gator spread her arms, pinching each end of a more elaborate piece of underwear. It was almost like a cross between garter and a thong; certainly not Xilimyth's first choice for any occasion; yet it too looked like it would be a good fit. "It took me a little more fine-tuning to get it right, but I used waaaay less fabric than I did for the top, if you catch my drift, kitten!"

Xilimyth's embarrassingly gigantic chest bounced in its top as she uncomfortable shifted in place, stretching her legs while putting her paw out at Lola for her to deposit the white thong in her hand. The giantess' burly legs passed through each hole successfully. She could feel the somewhat itchy material caressing her thighs and buttocks before she managed to fit it properly past her enormous hips and letting it snap down the waist.

"The elastic I used should hold!" Lola snapped her fingers, standing across the burly 'n busty beauty to get a good view of her handiwork. "Dad always said I was good with my hands. I wanted to be a comedian though. He would just not have any of it haha!"

"Considering what you had to work with, this is really great, Lola. Thanks! Now I don't need to feel as much of a freak..."

Frowning, Lola put her phone down which she had pulled out of her cleavage to get Xilimyth into frame. "But wow, you look like a regular summer beauty now, honey! Oh damn, Instagram would blow up if upped a profile shot!" Xilimyth didn't look too hot with the idea. "Relax, it's a joke! I'm only keeping this pic for my personal gallery. No sharing!" She said and pushed the blocked phone back where the gator had pulled it out from. "Now, what is all this curse and freak business about, kitten?" she rested her claws at her angled hips, "No more beating yourself up. You're gorgeous!"

Xilimyth was silent, bending her knees to get her beefy arms around her legs. "Sorry if I don't look super stoked about being modeling material."

"Hey," Lola approached and leaned up against the dracocheetah's gigantic arm, resting her claws down on her boulder bicep while looking her in the eye. "From what you told me, you really enjoyed each time you got bigger."

"I kinda lost control..." Xilimyth admitted, "When I came to, it was like coming down from a high unlike anything I've ever felt. But then stuff happened. Embarrassing stuff..."

"But you did like it."

"Huh?"

"Look, sometimes we all like things that in some way or another make us feel vulnerable and stuff," Lola explained while hand-gesturing. "And it's true. Even someone like me would be terrified of suddenly exploding out of my clothes!" she giggled, "But it'd be so much sadder if you actually staring hating yourself for something that's out of your control. So, it's a tiny teeny overcharged wish. It brought some bad things along... but also a lot of good ones!"

"I guess I really like being this strong," Xilimyth quietly confessed, "And I don't think I would've been able to save that father and his kid the way I used to be. You and I wouldn't have met."

"And let's not forget how much you've been helping out at my construction zone!" Lola encouragingly reminded, "All the guys love ya, even if Anthony feels intimidated about your height, and trust me, he won't admit to it," she chuckled, "Just think how much good you'll be doing from now on."

"Will I even fit back into the site?" Xilimyth questioned. Lola said they'd leave the inner access available for her. "Where will I live?" Xilimyth inquired. Lola told her she was welcome to stay with her, and that she could look into expanding the shed to give her an actual room. "God, I'm only thinking about myself. What will I do about my other job? I can't ever use computers again unless they start making giant keyboards." To that, Lola said to Xilimyth that they would have a chat with her bosses and see about finding a compromise. "How do you do it?" was the last question Xilimyth asked Lola, who was caught off guard by the broad inquiry.

"Well, first, you take an elastic band and with the..." Lola was interrupted.

"Not the clothes. Just... how do you stay optimistic like this all the time? I don't think I could do it!"

"Oh, kitten," Lola giggled, "Just like with that beautiful bikini, I just try to make do with what I got. Phoo, worrying about anything else is a waste of time! So, you're the biggest woman in all of planet Earth. Why sulk about it? Let's make the most of it!"

"The most of it?" Xilimyth's ears perked up, her eyes starting to regain vigor. A warm, fuzzy feeling was starting to spread from her mid-section. It was different from the tingling she had gotten to get used to. "I think... you're right."

"Of course I am. Plus, full-disclosure, I totally want you working for me full-time. Your bosses don't know who they're messing with if they try to make it hard on you!" Lola clicked her fangs while shooting a finger gun at the air.

"I'll... I'll really be the best there is at construction work like this, huh?" Xilimyth was starting to grin, bringing her arms up to flex them. Soft purrs communicated the spark of hope which an overexcited Lola latched on like a bear onto a beehive.

"Woo! You're making me so excited, kitten!" Lola jumped at Xilimyth's left arm, hanging from her mountainous bicep, "This is the beginning of the strongest woman alive working for the prettiest contractor ever." She smugly smirked over Xilimyth's muscles.

This time the excitement had taken the dracocheetah. "Yeah! Nothing can stop me now. I shouldn't have been worrying so much. I'm big, and whatever happens, I'll just face it and enjoy my bigness to its full potential! Thanks so much, Lola, I won't let you down!"

"We have to celebrate!" Lola cheered, throwing her arms up in excitement, "We'll spend all of today planning the best pool party cookout ever. I bet you'll _floor_the guys when they see ya like this!"

Thinking of herself as the center of attention once again made Xilimyth get close to objecting, but the exuberance she was charged with pushed those thoughts back. No, this time she had it, she wouldn't look bad. She was the biggest and she would enjoy her new life as the biggest, no matter what! "I'd love that more than anything." She told her boss, fist-bumping with Lola gently.

And so, the two friends got to work on bringing in tables, chairs and decorations for Lola's backyard. It took them most of the day getting set up. They took breaks to enjoy the pool, and although it was only waist-deep for Xilimyth, it was sufficiently long and wide for even a supersized dracat to submerge and cool off. They crowned the evening with pizza, ice-cream and stargazing.

While Xilimyth laid down in her makeshift outdoors bed, Lola took a seat at her bust and pointed out the pretty clear skies, showing to have a very vivid imagination about rechristening every last constellation. "Phone says tomorrow's gonna be a scorcher. Do I need to go buy you some special fur lotion...?" the gator joked while bouncing herself atop those giant fluffy beanbags.

Xilimyth shook her head and relaxed with her arms behind her head. There was nothing better to do in early July than enjoy a good soak and the best coal-grilled burgers and steak this side of town could offer. There would be time to worry about work on Monday. For now, it was time to celebrate.

Sunday's scorcher had arrived as promised. From early in the morning the girls set everything up. Xilimyth's strength made arranging the tables for snacks and drinks a cinch, with Lola filling up bowls full of chips, nachos and lunch sandwiches she had had delivered the previous day with all the other groceries.

The first one of Lola's guests to arrive was Anthony the elephant. Since Xilimyth was too big to manipulate the grill and Lola's culinary cooking ended at bacon and eggs, she had begged Anthony to come get the fire started. His reaction at seeing his new coworker being over twice her usual size had been something between a flinch and an inwards, treble scream.

"I've never seen someone get growth spurts this huge, damn!" Anthony couldn't take his eyes off Xilimyth, yet neither she nor Lola were worried about the meat. He seemed to be quite the grill master even though his attention appeared to be focused on the mini-giant kitty dragon.

"At least this way I'll be able to help both at the first and second floor at the same time, right?" Xilimyth posited with a little grin, getting a chuckle from the elephant.

"Exactly! Chief of Efficiency, that's what I should promote you to!" Lola said while bringing out a cooler full of beverages. Anthony and Lola took a chilled beer, and Xilimyth decided to join them after the elephant popped the can open for her, foamy froth bubbling out. Car honking made Xilimyth's ears perk up.

Lola turned around in the direction of the sound, but only Xilimyth could see past the hedge out into the streets where several cars had pulled up. "Looks like the others are here!" Lola stood on the tip of her toes to look out at rows upon rows of parked cars everywhere, "I guess I'm not the only one making socials this weekend, hehe! Okay, enough work talk!" she turned to the Xilimyth, leading her out to meet the guys. "It's time to par-taaaaaay...!" the gator girl announced and while Anthony went back to cooking the girls invited the rest of their crew in to the backyard.

Soda and cheap beer cans spilled out of bags and at least one potato salad Tupperware hit the floor when Lola's team saw their youngest member greet them from over twelve feet above. Xilimyth offered a wave to them while leaning against Lola's shed, wearing a perky smile. "Hi guys!" she casually said. All save but one of the construction worker's reactions was pure incredulous shock, but the motion of her taut muscles combined with the jostling of her tube-top-covered bust made the bumble bee's transparent wings stand up rigidly for additional shock value.

"Hey, pick your jaws off the ground, fellas!" Anthony yelled from the grill, his apron already looking a little greasier after standing in front of the smoke this. "Same 'ol plus-sized cat. Only with one or two more pluses!" he laughed. The extra jolly tone could have been attributed to the five cans he had emptied by himself, but it was enough to break the ice. "Gonna need more booze if you want grade A steaks!"

It didn't take long for the tables to get loaded with more food than five large people (the ox had been unable to come in; family man) and a giantess could eat, and that was without the grilled meat. Lola kept bringing in alcohol balanced on a tray, putting on her best waitress act while being remarkably graceful in spite of her own liberal consumption of it. Xilimyth found that the booze was hardly having any effect on her, probably on account of her larger stomach, but she was soon seated by the pool sharing snacks with the other guys and chatting it up.

The questions about her size kept coming, but nothing that made her uncomfortable after she had been reassured with Lola. "I bet I can eat more burgers than you can, Robert!" she said to the fennec who kept stuffing himself to the cheeks.

"Oh, you're on, lady! No mega-massive upstart's gonna dethrone the eat-a-thon king!" Robert clinked raised his beer with a competitive gaze.

The axolotl next to Robert spun an onion ring in his fingers, dipped it in ketchup and crunched it. "You might wanna slow down then, dude. Haven't put the fork down since you got here."

"Hey! It's called a fast metabolism, look it up! I need the calories. Back me up here, Xili!" Robert said between munches.

As Lola's Bluetooth speaker blasted lively Dua Lipa, the hostess sauntered over to Xilimyth, using both hands to pull her along to the edge of the pool. Even though the latter insisted she wasn't much of a dancer, Lola was well past the point of being understanding. "I just love this song! C'mon, let's shake it, kitten!"

It was an impressive sight to behold. Lola's curves flowed with every intense step she took in place, showing dance moves that her gorgeously crimson mane followed. "God, I love dancing so much! C'mon, kitten!" It was certainly hard to hold herself back when looking at the exuberant gator girl. Xilimyth found herself letting loose, with comparatively modest movement yet no less showy on account of her proportions. The guys were soon clapping and whistling to the beat, the bumble bee in particular so engaged he jumped into the dance floor to pull off his own moves.

"Haha! Even I can't compete with a bee when it comes to dancing!" Lola giggled, panting as the intensity caught up with her, backing off to give room to the spinning, buzzing, joyously tipsy insect.

"Wow! I had no idea Henry could move like that!" Xilimyth was so impressed she began to clap along while backing away with Lola.

"They're great, aren't they? Ragtag of dummies I picked off the street," Lola snickered, looking up at her big dracat friend, "Moment I saw you I knew you'd fit in right with them, kitten. Plus, they aren't exactly bad on the eyes either, are they...?" she nudged the mini-giantess' hips with a suggestive eyebrow waggle.

"They do look good in their swimming trunks, that's for sure..." Xilimyth nodded, the hint of a blush tinting her cheeks. The dracocheetah was on her fourth beer, after all.

"Xilimyth! C'mere, I need your help with the meat! It's done!" Anthony hollered, making Xilimyth excuse herself with Lola. He gave Xilimyth two trays full of burgers, steaks and juicy grilled sausages to bring to the long table that Robert had been cleaning out like the gourmand he was.

The crew all ate, drank and made merry well into the afternoon. Robert had come in close, but he could not compete with Xilimyth's stomach when it came to burgers. And then came the time to enjoy Lola's pool. Cool water was the best thing to relieve them from the intense July sun. They were suddenly playing as if they had all taken to revisit their childhood, splashing each other and cannonballing (except for Xilimyth, understandably), and playing games. The bold Lola even had convinced Xilimyth to let her springboard right off her chest! It was all good fun.

The good fun, however, abruptly came to an end when she felt her feet pushing uncomfortably from one end of the pool to the other. While watching the guys doing a piggyback war with Henry and Robert wrestling for supremacy, sudden discomfort around her chest and hips made the dracocheetah immediately leap out of the pool, washing the guys over.

"Hey! What's the big idea, Xili? I was about to win that!" Henry's antennae flicked in place as he reemerged with the others. They were looking up at the looming mini-giantess who had her paws at her chest with a worried expression. Lola, who was coming back out from the house with tubs of ice-cream hanging from each claw, immediately dropped what she was doing and hurried over to her worried friend.

Xilimyth realized her tipsiness had been responsible for hiding it. Amongst all the jolly and happiness, she had been unable to pick up on the return of that tingling sensation spreading all over her once again. "Luh-Lola..." the trembling dracocheetah gave her an uneasy smile.

"It's happening?" Lola covered the front of her mouth with a claw, wearing an expression of disbelief. "Are you sure...?"

"I don't know what... ahh!" Xilimyth let out a chirp of surprise when she saw the tube top begin to tear apart as she pulsed bigger all of a sudden. She caught the ripping fabric with one paw. "It's been happening ever Friday! Why is it happening already...?!" she demanded to know, even though no words were coming out of her mouth. "Ah, stop!" she cried out, swelling several more inches at once, her bottoms starting to audibly stretch.

The guys were all flabbergasted. Henry tried to avert his gaze when he caught sight of Xilimyth's top tearing, but he still peered between his fingers.

"Did she just...?" the axolotl's fins were flapping in place.

"Dude, she just got like a whole foot, maybe two, bigger!" Robert waddled closer to the edge as if to make sure of what he was looking at.

"She's going through another growth spurt right now?" Anthony was feeling less than pleased at the idea of looking even smaller.

Lola got closer to Xilimyth as she trembled all over. "Kitten, calm down. Just let it happen."

"Whu-what?! Are you kidding?" Xilimyth glanced down at Lola who seemed to be getting steadily farther away from her. "Lola you gotta take everybody and go! I'll try to hold it back as long as..."

"I know it makes no sense but... I think you have to let it happen. You're looking like you're hurting. Just don't fight it," Lola hugged her friend's leg, "You can get through it! I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere!"

"Buh-bawss, what's going on?" Anthony asked while gradually stepping out of the pool, remaining a good deal away from the expanding giantess. She was already reaching 20ft. tall and the patchwork was looking extremely small on her immense frame now. "Should we be worried?"

"Don't worry, Anthony! It's... probably all she ate!" Lola giggled, but she couldn't hide her own nervousness. "Fast metabolism and all of that, right?"

"That's not how that..." the axolotl was about to object when Xilimyth visibly started to tremble and quake all over. She was growing faster. It was explosive expansion unlike what anybody there, Xilimyth included, had seen before. Every other moment her body emitted a deep rumbling followed by a stretching sound which made her makeshift clothes' tearing silent by comparison. She was well on her way to becoming three stories worth of dracocheetah.

Even with the increased heft of water, without the required elasticity the curtain fabric of her tube top was torn apart on multiple fronts until her breasts could be held back no longer. Both of the giantess' arms were insufficient to keep her fully decent, the squeeze only making her gargantuan boobs spill out the top and bottom of her arms. On the flimsier side, her thong dug into her crack never to be seen again, making her hiss once the fabric snapped at the front and got sucked away along the rest. She was nude again and Henry the bee couldn't have been more excited for it.

To Xilimyth, this felt fantastic, beyond anything her brain could describe. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink and she was panting, drooling from the pleasure of swelling ever larger. She wanted to let loose so bad, but with Lola clinging to her enlarging leg Xilimyth didn't dare make a move. She couldn't help worrying about those around her. At least if she had been alone she would have been able to ride the high without major concerns.

"You can do it!" Lola cheered, feet dangling in air as she tightly clutched her arms around Xilimyth's legs. She was pressed up against the now 30ft. tall Xilimyth's knees, barely able to look past those tremendous quads above her, let alone Xilimyth's face which was completely obscured by her humongous rack. Snapping her snout back, Lola yelled at her crew. "C'mon, you! She needs our encouragement!"

"Shouldn't we be trying to stop this?!" Anthony was having trouble not sleeping on the pool's edge. The bigger Xilimyth grew, the more her bodily rumbling started making the ground below their feet vibrate and inevitably shake.

"If you know how, I'm all ears!" the dangling gator girl said, "All I know is that she can't control it and making her feel worse about it is not doing any of us any favors!"

"Ruh-right! Uhh..." Anthony exchanged nervous glances with Robert and the axolotl, then put his hands over his trunk, "It'll be okay, Xili!" When the other two heard him yell, they added their voices to the yelling. "You too, Henry! Control those wing-boners, man!"

"They're not...!" the bumble-bee tried to argue, red-faced. He instead joined in the yelps: "You're doing great, Xili! Just uhh... let it flow...?!"

"Flow...?" Xilimyth was in a constant state between a lustful high and worry. Like two sides of her fighting each other and creating unease and discord within her. "Mmnnghaaa...!" she squealed, exploding another ten feet taller, her feet claws creeping into the pool's edge again. Xilimyth felt her toes starting to dip and attempted to pull back on the yard. Her heels stopped at the hedge behind her, making the monumental hybrid glance down at the people on the neighboring house who had come to check out what the commotion was.

"What is that?!"

"Giant monster cat!"

"She'll eat us all, run for your lives...!"

Panicked screams became a source of confusion to the already overwhelmed dracat, her tail curling in and her ears splaying nervously. "I'm not a monster...! Please! It's just... a condition!" she begged, using a couple of fingers in a desperate wavy-gesture and playful grin at the family on the other house separated by the hedge wall. However, as soon as those new spectators saw her, Xilimyth uncontrollably shook and shot up another 10ft. taller. At an incredible 50ft. tall the rest of the neighbors surrounding Lola's place began to run away screaming about the giant beast.

"Ugh! Quit saying those ugly things!" Lola shouted from Xilimyth's knee, having been scaling her like a mountain using her claws. "Listen up, kitten, you're doing great! Don't think about them, think about us! We're here, we don't think you're a monster, right? Guys?!"

"Thu-that's right...!" Robert waved his arms as if to call for Xilimyth's attention but she was too busty to see any of her coworkers below. "Listen, lady, fennecs like me get treated like brutes because we're not meant to get this big but... sometimes it happens! I don't listen to their crap!"

"Right, and everybody thinks elephants are dumb oafs, but the boss chose me as her right-hand man!" Anthony added.

"Take it from me, Xili! You're no monster! You've been making our job easier, and we love to have you around no matter how big you get!" the strong axolotl hollered.

"And you look so freaking hot like that, too! Like a muscle goddess, damn!" Everybody turned to Henry, making the bee stud shrink a little and yell even louder: "I mean don't give up!"

It was hard to make out what her friends were saying. Xilimyth was so far up, her mind so fogged up by pleasure she could hardly pick out words among the panicked shouting surrounding her. She was growing so big! She could feel the hedge wall snapping under her sliding heels. She was becoming so large her feet could hardly fit inside the pool now. The shadow of her breasts was starting to cast over Lola's house, making it look increasingly smaller next to her.

"Just how big are you gonna get this time, kitten?" Lola wondered to herself as she dug her claws into those impervious furry muscles to continue climbing that ever enlarging mountain. The gator had been attempting to reach Xilimyth's face, or at least her chest for what seemed to be forever and she was only up to her hips now. "Aw jeez, I can see my roof from here..." she squinted with a palm over her forehead, watching people rushing to their cars into what promised to be a serious neighborly traffic jam. "Oh fudge-nuggets."

At this point, over 70ft. tall and growing, Xilimyth felt completely light-headed. The constant shift in perspective made the ground look like it was hitting her in the face and then farther away than ever. She was starting to lose her balance. "Careful, Xilimyth, there are people down below...!" she desperately told herself, shaking her head in an attempt so sober up. She pressed her arms in and bent forwards, noticing the four waving miniatures of her coworkers down below and how the backyard now was running out of space to hold her feet. When she felt the side of her ankles hitting Lola's house and shed, she realized she couldn't stay there any longer. "Clear out!" she managed to yell in warning, lifting one mammoth leg to step outside.

Anthony and company let out a collective gasp as they saw Xilimyth's sole flying overhead, briefly blocking sunlight for them while looming dangerously over their boss' house. The giant foot landed on the asphalt of the neighborhood streets, making several parked cars she could have easily compacted underneath sound off their alarms. With the second foot soon coming in behind the first one most of the people rushing towards their vehicles decided to pump their legs in their desperate escape.

Drivers who Xilimyth's feet had narrowly missed were so scared to hit the gas all they could do was grip the wheel for dear life, few of them honking out of sheer impotence and rage. Some of them couldn't wait to leave, even with the obstacle of those massive growing cheetah feet presented before them. Those crashed into Xilimyth in trying to open their way out, making the giantess squeak more out of surprise than any pain. "Buh-be cuh-careful!" she stammered, looking down without seeing the panicked masses running over her feet which had inadvertently blocked the streets off. "Ah! Don't do that!" she pleaded, regretting the direction she had chosen to make her exit in her stupor.

While doing her best not to move an inch so as to not make matters worse, Xilimyth felt another burst of size coming, making her double over and let out a moan of delight as she stretched out in all directions with another explosive spurt. It was so intense that her knees bent and her backside started getting pulled down by gravity itself. Committed to falling, Xilimyth groaned and released her breasts, twisting her hips at the last moment to collapse on them with the support of her palms.

With tits as large as a house bouncing uncontrollably, the 90ft. tall dracocheetah slowly started to regain her senses, coming down from a major high which left her panting. Tucking her legs in had saved her from kicking the house next to Lola's into the next city, and the only indentation her hand paws had created had been on empty asphalt and part of the walkway, catching only a mailbox like a twig under her tremendous digits.

"Ahh... ahhh..." panted the colossal hybrid, still unable to believe all those moving tinies ahead of her were people. They looked like feral bugs to her!

"Are you... alright?" came a familiar, breathless voice. Xilimyth brought one of her enormous arms up to shove bangs of messy hair away from her face and saw Lola lying over the top part of her right breast.

"Thu-that was the biggest one so far, I think it's calmed down now..." Xilimyth leaned her head down and to the side, her face utterly looming over the gator in bikini. "How did you make it all the way up here?"

"Been climbing for the past ten minutes!" Lola gasped for air, clutching onto Xilimyth's fur as she felt herself slip. The giantess plucked her off her breasts and transported her over to her shoulder. "Thank you! Okay... ahhh... this is way bigger than I thought you were getting, ahaha!"

"How can you laugh at a time like this?! Everyone's in a panic because of me!" Xilimyth snapped. "I thought it was over. They're... they're calling me a monster. I'm a monster! My big monster butt can crush houses, Lola!"

"You have the dump truck, not gonna lie!" Lola said matter-of-factly. "But kitten, not everyone thinks you're a monster! Didn't you hear the guys down there? They're all rooting for ya! And so am I."

"What different does it make?" Xilimyth huffed, "Every time I think I've got this down pat I just lose control and get even bigger and..."

"It'll be okay!" Lola cut her off.

"This doesn't look okay, at all!" Xilimyth said before Lola could add anything else. "I can't move without causing a ruckus anymore. People are gonna hate me for what I've become!"

Frowning sadly, Lola started anxiously groping at the spotted fur. "Oh, kitten. You're being way too hard on..." This time, someone else intercepted the redhead.

"OUT OF THE WAY...!" Another loud honk was cut off by an even louder crash when one of the speeding drivers had to take a sudden, harsh swerve in order to miss a pedestrian from the exodus. The impact happened at one of the manor-like properties a block away from Lola's. The driver had fortunately managed to get out in time before the gas tank blew up, setting the vehicle on fire which quickly began to spread to the rest of the household.

Xilimyth saw the burning fire and heard the screams above all the others. The voraciously advancing fire and structural damage had trapped a lady with two of her children at the third floor of the large house. "No! This is my fault...!" the dracocheetah couldn't stop feeling increasingly more horrible about what her wish- no, what she had caused. "I wish I wasn't..."

"Don't even think about it!" Lola's loud words cut through the air, making the muscle-bound giantess almost jump. "I don't even know if it works that way or not," the redhead started, "But don't you see? Nobody can get in close. That house is gonna crumble to pieces before the firefighters get here. Kitten, fine, do you feel responsible? Then take some responsibility for your size! You have to do something! You're the only one who can!"

It didn't matter that her violet eyes were many times bigger than Lola's yellow ones. For a brief instant, their crossing gazes seemed to be exchanging thoughts, beliefs, connecting beyond words. Lola was right. This was not the time to sulk and play the victim.

First, Xilimyth shifted onto her knees and tucked her wings and tail in as much as she could to avoid any unnecessary heavy brushing. Then she quickly made sure she wasn't going to lose her balance by crawling a small distance towards Lola's house. She had an idea.

"Kitten? What are you..." Lola ate her words when she saw the dracocheetah sweeping Henry and the rest out of the backyard where they had remained, placing them onto the eastern neighbor's backyard for safety.

"Stay here, guys!" Xilimyth said, propped herself on her soles and dug her fingers on each side of Lola's pool. "I'm so sorry Lola, your pool kicked ass!" she said before pushing her digits into the earth, curling them around the pool until they were caressing the sides at which point she quit applying pressure. With her grip steady, Xilimyth grunted and pulled the pool and a chunk of backyard out of Lola's residence.

"We can talk payback later, go go go!" Lola encouraged, ignoring everything in favor of her giant friend's decisiveness. She made sure to keep her grip on Xilimyth's shoulder fur, not wanting to slow her down for even a second.

People watching the terrible fire pointed at the looming winged monster as she blotted out the Sun, her stride carrying her through the empty woods embracing the neighborhood as she cleared a block of distance in no time. With loose piping draining water by the second, Xilimyth had no time to lose. She made the neighborhood shake as she approached the burning house but without delay she tilted the pool over and shouted: "Get back inside!" before the splash occurred.

Roaring flames fizzled out into a thick curtain of white smoke as the water hit the top of that damaged residence. Hearing the creaking of wood from many different places in the structure, Xilimyth immediately crouched and held her open palm out in front of the window she could see the family through, "It's about to collapse," she called them, "Please get out!"

With loudening snaps and ominous creaking, the mother didn't have much choice in the matter. She helped her sniveling children into the big cheetah paw before hopping on herself. The male toddler became extremely quiet once he saw the giant Xilimyth's face, while the little girl clinging to her mommy began to smile through her tears, as if experiencing the carnival ride of her young life. That mother was simply relieved to be out of the house, especially when it began to collapse within seconds of the fire truck arriving.

"You did it, kitten!" Lola celebrated, her hair frizzled and puffy from the speedy ride she herself had to endure. Xilimyth said absolutely nothing until she could feel her knuckles touching the grass of the destroyed structure's backyard.

Xilimyth's hand was so big the mom, cradling both of her children to her chest, was afraid of simply sliding off it. The giantess didn't want to make any more sudden movements however; she didn't see herself having much success using her other giant paw to get them off. But she didn't have to.

"Hey, we'll help you down ma'am." Anthony's gentle voice said, with Henry on the opposite side reaching up with all four arms to ensure the two bulky fellows would be her safety net. Xilimyth couldn't stop herself from smiling even with the firemen, the police, the rest of the neighborhood paralyzed by her immense presence. Relief had washed every last bit of negativity from her heart.

"Ahem..." Lola cleared her throat, surprising Xilimyth as she slid down from her shoulders and onto her cleavage. Springing back out a second later, she addressed the silent crowd down there, "Like I was saying... Behold your savior! The world's strongest kitten!" the gator girl gestured with her arms open, turning around to gaze up at the calmly breathing titaness. "Who totally owes me a new kickass pool, by the way!" she tacked at the end with a cute wink.

The applauses did not make themselves wait.

Two weeks had passed since the suburban incident. Even though Xilimyth had stopped growing larger, her presence as the biggest person in the world had reached the eyes and ears of everybody. She was still working in construction, having replaced most if not every heavy-duty machine and transportation to help her crew finish their projects faster.

With Lola's ingenious help, and a lot of stretchy fabric, they had managed to find a way for the supremely endowed dracat to reach the minimum necessary decency to be able to continue working in the city. Nobody had become crazy enough to attempt to properly dress Xilimyth yet, but they had managed to create nipple and crotch covers of the same color as her fur, resembling pasties.

The small city had become aware of their new giant inhabitant, clearing out whenever she used the more resistant asphalt streets to move to and from her residence at the back of the woods separating the suburbs and the plains outside.

Xilimyth had regained her confidence. She no longer doubted herself, enjoying her gigantism as much as others did. She found ways she could be of help to others and lived her new life as a macro dracocheetah to the fullest, coexisting with those that could barely measure up to one of her toes. Lola, in particular, never drove a car to her construction sites again, instead riding her newly appointed Chief of Efficiency everywhere.

The dracocheetah was so happy with herself, in fact, that on the day she felt that tingling sensation make a return, she did not despair for even one second. Instead, she excused herself from work and started making her way to the empty lot they had yet to clear for their next big project. Lola, however, told her: "I'll fire you if you don't take me with!"

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Xilimyth asked out loud, her eyes closed. She was starting to purr, hugging herself at the middle and making her breasts squish together. "Since I felt... oooh. It's going to be a big one. I can feel it coming, Lola!"

Xilimyth's boss and friend liked the way the city looked while perched atop the giantess' head. She made sure to buckle up when she sensed the dracocheetah starting to crackle and stretch all over. "Oh wow...!" Lola's eyes widened as she felt the violet river of hair grow even deeper beneath her, "This is quite different from... ah!"

Xilimyth breathed out. No more fighting it. No more holding it back. This time, she allowed it to flow. And in the instant she became mindful of her surroundings, everything became significantly smaller next to her as she doubled in size. And then again. And once more.

Apartment buildings were the first to end up living under the shadow of her famously squishy fluff bags, followed by the tallest of office buildings. Xilimyth was growing so fast the explosiveness from two weeks ago could not even begin to compare. "I chose the place to grow on!" she complimented herself, eyes surveying the steadily receding streets as she grew taller and taller and taller. She was blooming like the hugest flower in the planet, nurtured by her self-love.

Gravel and debris on the otherwise empty lot snapped under her rapidly expanding feet. The dracocheetah smirked when even the incredibly stretchy material utilized for her pasties snapped right off her enlarged breasts and groin, leaving her nude once again. "Whoopsie." Was all she said, bringing her arms up above her head to stretch, flexing her enormous muscles for the dwindling city to see.

The city's afternoon sun was eclipsed by Xilimyth's grandiose wingspan as she tripled her size this time, bringing her well over the thousand feet mark. "Mmmnnnn... it feels so good. So liberating...!" she moaned, clutching her paws as if accepting the warmth of the sunlight she was briefly monopolizing. Her increasingly larger shadow was cast over the city and well out into the plains as she grew taller and taller still; the average building barely reaching her knees now.

"So big... c'mon body." Xilimyth hugged herself tightly, covering what she could of her Herculean frame with her wings as she begged, "This isn't all you got. Get bigger. Make me bigger. Bigger than before. Bigger than ever...!" she chanted not with addiction or loss of control, but with every jubilant desire to overcome her limits. And throughout three more pleasurable minutes, the city witnessed their resident giantess triple her size, turning even the tallest of skyscrapers into a tiny little branch attempting to compete with her but coming short at waist level.

Over half a mile tall, Xilimyth finally allowed herself that orgasmic moan she had been holding it for so long. Every muscle in her body thanked her for the release. Every bit of her being rejoiced at the power coursing through her veins. For a moment, she thought about the job she had abandoned so long ago. Then she thought about the new job that she loved that she would likely not be able to do anymore. But as she flexed and was greeted by the rising mountain of her biceps, Xilimyth realized this was just another upgrade to her new life.

The life of a giant.

And Lola, overjoyed at having witnessed it all, simply balanced herself in a makeshift hammock of leviathanic violet hair with the laziest of smiles. "Boy, kitten..." she sighed, "You sure know how to show a girl a good time."

The End.