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Gary was in his usual state: slouched back on the couch in an oversized hoodie and some baggy dark jeans with a controller in his hands. It was a Saturday when he had off; he could spend all day playing [i]Hell Let Loose[/i] on his PC which he kept hooked up to the living room TV. A fat Sony headset curved around his head where a small forest of white dragon horns sprouted across his scaley, cherry-red scalp. His sharp golden eyes were locked on the TV nigh unblinkingly, scanning the simulated horizon for a shifting pixel, that of the enemy stalking through the tree line. Playing as the Americans, he kept his Browning Automatic Rifle aimed forward, ready for just one kraut helmet to show itself so he could drill a hole through it.

His focus was so entrenched on the game that he’d forgotten about the wondrous artifact sitting on the coffee table in front of him where he kept his feet and their lint-covered socks. Tall and proud, it resembled a gold candlestick with a fluted, doric structure. At the top was a circular cut gem inside a ring of gold. A deep magenta color like Gary had never seen, it glinted the sunlight on its many square facets. Gary would shift in his seat and catch a sunray in the eye, enough to make him wince. After the fourth time that happened, he grabbed the damn thing and put it on the other side of the coffee table. He could’ve gotten up and put it somewhere else but was far too ensconced in the sofa cushion to go anywhere else, at least while he was in the middle of a match.

Such a uniquely precious item was bizarrely out of place within the detritus of the living room. Fragments of edible packs, napkins, and fast-food bags were scattered throughout, some going back over a week. The artifact shared the table with used napkins and empty snack bags, a towering display of luxury stuck in a swamp of filth. Living in such self-inflicted squalor hardly bothered him, not when he had games and the internet to distract himself with.

The same could not be said for Jamie, Gary’s roommate. He was a fox who’d moved into the apartment just a few months ago. Both men had been seeking a cheaper living place. With Gary putting out an ad for a roommate to share the rent with, Jamie was quick to hop on the opportunity when he saw it. From $850 a month to just $425 was a big money saver for Gary. Jamie was in college and needed a place to live that wasn’t the expensive-ass school. For $450 a month he could live on his salary as an entry-level programmer. He’d be remiss to let something like that pass up.

Regrets came in once Jamie saw how slovenly Gary lived. A bit of a neat freak, Jamie found it all but insufferable to share a space with someone who couldn’t have given a rat’s ass about how his apartment looked. Gary wasn’t ‘lazy’ in the sense that he wasn’t willing to do any work; he was a mover, after all. It was just that he saw little wrong in being around all that trash and had to be reminded to clean up after himself on a weekly basis at least. It bittered Jamie to come home to the scene of Gary on the couch playing video games amongst a growing pile of litter the dragon had created.

Jamie did just that upon coming home. The effeminate fox entered the front door, his bag strung over one shoulder. His petite frame looked even smaller within the grossly oversized, sky-blue hoodie that he wore. Coming below were his tight skinny jeans which hugged the shape of his legs tightly, offering no mystery to their size. The first thing he saw coming in was Gary on the couch playing [i]Hell Let Loose[/i]. He recognized the game without seeing it, knowing how hooked Gary was on it these past few days. Jamie rolled his eyes, one of them covered by a sleek curtain of shiny, bleached hair. He shrugged his bookbag off his shoulder onto a stool in the kitchen before marching into the living room to confront his roommate. “Hey,” he said firmly.

“Hey,” Gary said back, eyes straight ahead, hardly acknowledging the fox.

Jamie looked around at the mess in front of him and the strange gold thing on the coffee table. “You gonna clean any of this shit up? It’s Saturday. You said you would.”

Gary peeled one earmuff off his ear. Jamie could hear gunshots and explosions rattling. “What was that? Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” He looked at Jamie finally, but not without quick glances at the screen.

Jamie’s frustration was close to boiling over. “I said it’s Saturday. You said you’d clean the living room up when you were off work. Well, you’re off, and you still haven’t done it.”

“I’m going to,” Gary said, putting the headset all the way back on. “Just let me play some of this first.”

“You’ve been playing that all morning, haven’t you?”

“No,” scoffed Gary, offended. He really hadn’t, if only because he got out of bed in the afternoon.

Jamie didn’t believe him for a second. “Well, however long you’ve been playing, it won’t kill you to take ten minutes off to clean this shit.”

“I’m with my guys,” Gary said with shrug of the controller. “I can’t just leave them out to dry while we’re on a run.” Just then he spotted something on the screen and barked a command at his squad mates.

“Just tell them you have something to do. If they’re your ‘buddies’ then they should understand.”

“I mean…” Gary gave another noncommittal shrug. He didn’t say anything after that.

Jamie groaned and shook his head. He spotted the artifact on the table and frowned. “What is that?”

“Huh?” Jamie turned his head towards him but kept his eyes on the screen.

“What is that?” Jamie repeated, pointing directly at the weird but fabulous looking object. “Where did you get that?”

“Oh, yeah. Yesterday we were helping clear out the furniture of a house where an old lady died. Her son was there and didn’t know what to do with that thing, so he asked if one of us wanted it. I said I did, so he gave it to me.”

“He just… let you have it?”

“Yeah. Crazy right?” Gary looked at him with a smile. “I thought he was joking. I guess he really didn’t need it. I wonder if that’s real gold and if that big gem is real. If it is, do you think it’s worth anything?”

Jamie guessed that if the gold was real, it was of fewer carats and only plated, not solid. The jewel on top looked too big and too perfect to be anything precious. [i]But if it was… God, it’d be worth more than this whole building.[/i] But Jamie didn’t think such hopeful thinking was worth the time. Odds were that it was just some religious prop or a design piece. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s made out of too much gold, and there’s no way that big ruby- or whatever it is -is real.”

Gary nodded regretfully. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He looked back at his game, and just a moment later his character was dead. He lurched forward in his seat, throwing his arms out in indignation. “Aw, come on! Fuck!” He slumped back on the couch, defeated, then sat back forward. Sensing that Jamie was still standing there, he grumbled. “I’ll clean this place up later. Just let me finish this map, alright?”

Jamie’s scowl deepened. “I wish you’d already done it, that way I didn’t have to come home to this mess.”

Gary directed his own bitter expression back at him. He looked Jamie up and down, observing how delicately built he was, just like a girl. Such neatly styled hair wasn’t becoming of a man. That poofy fox tail loitered behind him, its shiny orange color bleeding into the air around it like a neon light. Not helping the fox’s womanly presentation was his devout interest in coding, a profession with a stereotype of downright girly members. “You know, you sound like a girl telling me stuff like that.”

Jamie’s eyes went round with resentment. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah. I’ve had girlfriends less bossy than you.”

“Well then, you’ve had some nasty-ass girlfriends then, if they let you live like this. Did they break up with you ‘cause you’re a slob? I know I would.”

“Oh, you’d have me as a boyfriend?” Gary said with an [i]I got you now[/i] kind of grin.

“What?” Jamie was about to go on with the argument, but instead he just shook his head with a groan. “Whatever. Just clean this stuff up by the end of the day.” He stormed off towards the hall where his room was, that flamboyant fox tail [i]whooshing[/i] out behind him as he turned.

Gary watched him go, briefly forgetting about the game. His eyes were on Jamie’s behind. It was half curtained by the back of his hoodie, grinding away behind the tautly stretched seat of his jeans. That adorably soft tail swayed behind him. Gary, without thinking, muttered under his breath. “Yeah, and I wish you were a girl.”

Jamie came to a dead stop. His spine snapped into a straight line along with his tail, forming a sharp right angle between them. The black-tipped ears on his head perked upright as every fur on his body straightened into a dramatic poof. Gary’s heart stopped. [i]Oh fuck. I didn’t think he’d hear that.[/i] He braced for Jamie to turn around and begin lambasting him for the rude comment, but it didn’t happen. In fact, Jamie didn’t do anything. He just stood there.

Gradually Jamie’s tail relaxed and so did his fur. Gary looked on from the couch, afraid that the fox was having some kind of medical emergency. “You alright over there, bud?”

Jamie blinked a couple times. “Yeah,” he said finally. “I just… felt something really weird right now.”

“Oh yeah? You look like you got zapped by something.”

“No, not like that. It’s…” A brief pause. “I can’t explain it. It feels weird but it doesn’t feel bad.”

Jamie was just ready to ask if he could do something when he noticed the artifact again. The gem on top of it was shining brightly like a spotlight had been aimed at it. The facets were casting beams of light on the surrounding walls and parts of Jamie. With no direct sunlight from the window coming down on it, Gary realized it was doing all that on its own. He looked back up at Jamie and saw that more of those beams of light were converging on him. They glided across the walls and ceiling until they were all upon him, dousing him in a constellation of lights like from a disco ball.

Jamie turned back towards Gary, and the lights vanished like a switch had been turned off. A look of discomfort rode Jamie’s face. He started rubbing his chest. “I feel weird,” he said. “It feels like, something’s growing, and something’s- Oh God…”

“What?” asked a deeply concerned Gary. He tore his headset off and put it aside, completely forgetting about the game.

Jamie reached down into his groin, one hand pawing his crotch, the other still rubbing his pecs. “It feels like… Dude… I gotta…” He let out a long, heavy sigh. “I gotta take this off.” Before Gary could say anything, Jamie took his hoodie off, then his white T-shirt, leaving his pale, trim underbelly out for the stunned dragon to see. He scratched his chest while his jaw hung agape, panting and blushing hard. “What- What’s going on? I- Huhhhh…” Jamie dared to look down. A gasp rolled through him. His eyes went round. “Wha-what?”

Gary didn’t see it at first, he was too far away. Then Jamie lifted his paws off his pecs, and it was clear what was happening: his chest was inflating into a pair of soft, round breasts. From relatively flat pecs, they reached out of him as two, small spheres coated with soft, white underbelly fur. The nipples had been nothing but two dots until they had dilated into broad, rosy-pink coins with puffy teats at their epicenters. Both men just looked on in shock as they slowly, but visibly, grew larger.

“[i]What is this?[/i]” shouted Jamie. “Why am I growing boobs?”

“I don’t know!” Gary shouted as he jumped to his feet, desperate to do something to help but unable to think of anything.

Jamie gave his two budding boobs a honk. He jolted and gasped, quickly letting go of them. “Oh God, they’re so sensitive. Ahhh… I can feel it… somewhere else. Oh fuck.”

“Where?” Gary asked.

Jamie’s paw came back down into his crotch, groping it through his denim. “Hahhh… My- my dick. It’s…”

Gary thought he didn’t want to know what was happening to his dick, but in such an emergency there was no time for such scruples. “What about it?”

“It’s… It’s…” Jamie, dreading the reality of the situation, couldn’t say out loud what he was feeling. With an expression of mute shock, he undid the fly of his pants and pulled the flaps apart. Tugging on the front of his waistband and looking into it, he saw what was happening.

An anvil of dread plummeted in Gary’s stomach as he watched Jamie grow still. “What is it, dude?”

“It’s gone,” Jamie said flatly.

“What?”

“My dick. It’s gone. It’s not there anymore.” He spoke blankly, like reading a sentence off a piece of paper. His pants and underwear came down his thigh when he pushed them, revealing the absence of manhood on his pelvis. More than that, Gary saw a trench of feminine flesh dug in the very underside of his pelvis, right between his thighs and beneath a scraggly thatch of white crotch fur.

Gary, the blood running from his face, pointed at it weakly. “Dude… You got a pussy.”

“I know,” Jamie said, his voice still without inflection. His state of shock would not let him emote beyond a low, dull voice. “But why?” He looked up at Gary with a mild look of despair. “Why did this happen? How?”

Gary nearly said that he didn’t know, but then he remembered. “The lights,” he said simply.

“The lights?”

“Yeah, from the golden thing.” He turned around towards the coffee table where the artifact, currently inactive, still stood. Jamie took the time to quickly pull his pants back up to cover his shame. Buttoning the flaps back together was harder, all of the sudden. That’s how he realized his hips and ass had grown too, bloating the seat of his jeans to the point they could barely fit. Gary, meanwhile, was inspecting the artifact. “When you froze earlier, a bunch of lights came out of this thing and beamed them at you. That’s when you started changing.”

“It did?” Jamie turned afraid of the thing. “Well, put it down! It might do it to you too!”

“Well, maybe not if I don’t wish for it.”

“What do you mean?”

Guilt made Gary look away. “I, uh… Kind of made a wish earlier. I was just joking. I didn’t mean it.”

“Gary,” said Jamie in a serious tone. “What did you wish for?”

“I just… I said I wished you were a girl.”

Jamie’s eyes went round. “Why?”

“I didn’t mean it! I was just fucking around. I was looking at-” your ass “-how your body looked and thought you’d look good as a girl.” He brought the artifact in front of his chest, defensively. “I didn’t think this thing would actually do something about it.”

Jamie had calmed down. He looked at the golden column of magic in Gary’s hand. “So… that thing grants wishes?”

“Apparently.” Gary chuckled. “Maybe that means it’s worth something, eh?”

“Yeah,” Jamie said quietly.

“Well, anyway, I think if I wish for you to be a dude again it’ll do it.”

“Yeah,” repeated Jamie before looking Gary in the eye. “Do you think it can make me look even more like a girl?”

Gary’s hopeful smile fell flat. “Uhhh… Yeah, maybe. Do you… want me to?”

Jamie didn’t respond immediately. He looked down at his form, already feminine in shape, but now sporting the right assets to qualify him as a woman. It looked and felt right, somehow, like all of this had been buried inside him the whole time, waiting to come to the surface. Looking back at his butt he saw its bubbly size and shape which was perfectly complimented by his long, soft fox tail. It was nice in a way he couldn’t describe, a way that made him feel comfortable and pretty. “Yes,” he said finally, looking back at Gary. “I do. I feel like that if I’m going to be a woman, I might as well be a beautiful one. It feels… nice, looking like this.”

Gary was hoping he would say that. He’d been harboring secret feelings for Jamie, a sincere attraction to the fox’s feminine frame and presentation. Hidden glances at Jamie’s butt like he had made before the wish were not an uncommon occurrence. Gary was straight- or at least he was convinced that he was -so his fantasies included Jamie as a woman. Now that it was reality, the dainty fox running his paws around his body in a way that was accidentally tantalizing, Gary was eager to fulfill that wish for the both of them while promising to himself that he would take it no further. “OK. I got you.” He cleared his throat and held the artifact in two hands out in front of him like Moses parting the Red Sea. “Uh… what do you want me to say? Just for you to look more like a girl?”

Jamie thought for a second. “Ask for me to be prettier. Give me bigger boobs and a bigger ass. Make my fur softer and my hair longer.”

Gary’s heart pounded at the image that created. “Alright. I wish Jamie was prettier looking with a bigger ass, bigger tits, softer fur, and longer hair.”

At once an involuntary inhale sucking into Jamie’s nose. He’d was more prepared for the sensation this time, and it still made his spine and tail snap into a straight line. The jewel in the artifact started to glow, and out shot those dozens of light beams from their facets. Dotting the room, they made a slow convergence on Jamie until all of them were on him again, and then they vanished. The fox’s mouth fell open, taking in a deep inhale that inflated his chest. “I can feel it,” he said. “It’s happening again.” He cupped his two breasts and massaged them. There came a smile. “Oh yeah, it’s working.”

Gary could see as much. Beyond just the steady swell of Jamie’s tits was the outward expansion of his hips still trapped in his jeans. He saw the beltline sink into his flesh until the button could take no more and came popping off, hitting the carpet with a soft thud. After that was the rapid popping of several threads, those which couldn’t handle all the voluptuous fox booty which grew and grew until [i]rrrrrrriiiiiiiip![/i] The jeans burst at the seams, spilling out those gelatinously thick haunches.

Jamie let out a sigh of relief. His paws left his boobs, now certifiable D cups with nipples like dollar coins the color of cotton candy. He tore at the jeans until they were nothing but tatters and fell about his robust legs, leaving them perfectly bare for Gary’s visual consumption. His eyes traveled the vixen’s frame on loop, going from those nimble feet in their black socks to the pretty visage half-curtained by perfectly bouncy, golden blonde locks. His face was noticeably softer, sleeker, and womanlier, though still unmistakably Jamie’s.

Jamie felt the air on his bare body, fluffing out his fur and stiffening his nipples. He ran his paws up from his thighs and across those bountiful curves of his. The absence of a penis on his loins was no longer detectable; it was like it had never been there in the first place. He gave his breasts a hearty squeeze. They were soft and heavy, a pleasure to touch. Behind him was that ample wagon of a backside, two hemispheres of doughy flesh layered over a bedrock of firm glutes. His fingers ran through his hair, those locks of gossamer gold which floated around Jamie’s head like a halo. Sliding his dainty paws across his face he felt how the harsh edges and corners were gone, replaced by something much nicer. It wasn’t his face, but hers. Jamie was 100% woman.

“Wow,” she whispered in a voice much higher than it had been. “I feel, so pretty.”

“You are,” said Gary, struck dumb by what he saw. “Goddamn… You’re fucking sexy.”

He flattered her. “Really?” She bent over to pick up her phone out of her pants pocket. She stood up, opened the camera app, then put it on the face camera. That stunning visage of hers appeared on the screen and she gasped. “Oh my God! I [i]am [/i]beautiful!” She put one paw on her face then began adjusting her hair in a motion that felt practiced and natural. Looking over at Gary she saw him staring hard, his eyes dancing around her wonderful body. He clung the artifact to his chest closely. Jamie couldn’t tell, but she was willing to bet that an erection was growing in those baggy jeans that he wore. She’d never been attracted to her roommate before, and yet for the first time she truly noticed his buff physique. Years of heavy lifting had crafted the dragon a body worth admiring, something Jamie had been gifted after just a simple wish. Seeing the amazement in his eyes made her feel beautiful. It was intoxicating.

She wanted more.

Her phone fell to the carpet with a [i]thud[/i] as Jamie began running her paws back up and down her curves, this time to further arouse the dragon who admired her so raptly. He realized what she was doing, and his face grew hot. She spoke to him in a sensual purr dripping in sexual desire. She’d never talked to anyone that way, and yet it came out like it had been her instinct. “Think I’m pretty, do ya, big boy?”

Hearing her talk like that sucked the breath out of his lungs. What was already a half-chub in his britches stormed into a raging boner that tented his jeans. “Yes ma’am,” he said in a timid and shaky timbre.

A sultry smile split her face once she saw his stiffy grow. “Good boy. Do us a favor and make another wish on that thingy.” She could’ve asked for the artifact and made the wish herself, but where was the fun in that? He was putty in her palms, perfect for manipulation. If there wasn’t something he would do for her, it would be easy to convince him otherwise.

He gulped nervously. “I mean… what do you want me to wish for? You’re already so pretty.”

[i]So, he’s going to need some persuading. That’s alright. I’ve got plenty to change his mind with.[/i] “I am, aren’t I? But don’t you think I can be so much more?” She strode up to him, those luscious legs stepping in front of one another like she was doing a catwalk. She saw the trepidation on Gary’s face. He clutched the artifact more tightly as if to keep the sexy vixen at bay. She started circling him. Her fluffy fox tail coiled around his legs, whispering across the denim and gently tickling him. It sent electric tingles crawling up his legs and spine, straightening them. He stared ahead with wide eyes, trying not to stare at the buxom fox lady orbiting him. “Don’t you want to see how big and beautiful I can really be? We have the power to turn me into something amazing. Why not use it?” She came to a stop and faced right in front of him. That fat bosom hovered within an inch of his chest. He could smell her and make out his reflection in the green pools of her eyes, she was so close. His erection gained steam. The grip of her tail on his legs tightened, and so did the choke in his throat.

Face blushing hard, he gulped. “You’re right. I’ll do it.”

A victorious smile stretched her face. “Good boy.” She stepped back from him to make room for the next change.

“What do you want me to wish for, exactly” he asked.

Jamie thought about it for a moment. What did she want next? She wanted it all: height, beauty, grace, intelligence, power, strength, fame, fortune. Where to start? Her body, perhaps. For its buxom looks, it could be even better and bigger. “Wish for me to be taller and stronger. I want muscles to go with all this fluff.”

When he saw that was all, he nodded his head sharply. “Yes ma’am.” He held the artifact out in front of him. “I wish for Jamie to be taller and stronger with more muscles.”

Wish granted. Jamie was ready this time, closing her eyes and letting her fur bristle into a fluff across her body. More lights sprouted from the gem and zoomed onto her before vanishing. Thus began the next phase of her transformation, the creation of an Olympian, tall, strong, and overwhelmingly beautiful. It started with her height, the bones in her body stretching across every dimension so that her stance grew across the carpet while the top of her head reached for the ceiling. Taller and taller she became, her soft, feminine topography growing harsher and more defined with the onset of muscles that started to bulge beneath her skin. Soon she sported the physique of a true athlete, the many rows and ridges of dense muscle standing out against her bright, orange fur. She looked powerful, but it did not ruin her feminine image. Indeed, it was rather accentuated, placing emphasis on her every curve and feature in a manner that drew the eyes even better.

She stopped growing just short of the ceiling, Wadlowian in height and buff with muscle. Holding her arms out in front of her she could admire the breadth and density of her forearms. With the tiniest tilt of her fingers the tendons would pluck to the surface like the strings of a harpsichord. “Oh my,” she cooed. Her fists clenched, and there was the quiet crunching sound of her muscles straining. Veins swelled to the surface of her skin, winding along like rivers from her elbow to her wrist. “Oh yes. This is wonderful.” She struck several poses, those she’d seen body builders perform in pictures and videos. Gary remained gobsmacked, his heart fluttering every time one of her muscles flexed and swelled so dramatically. For the first time in a long time, he felt small and powerless, all while his erection burned with vitality against his underwear.

Jamie smiled at him as she continued to pose. It was intoxicating just to have his eyes on him. The fact he was so aroused and in awe of her made her feel like a goddess. [i]A goddess[/i], she thought. [i]I could be more. So much more.[/i] “Gary, darling, make another wish for me.”

His breath stuttered in his lungs in a struggle to break the freeze he was in. He seemed to remember that he was holding the artifact and blinked. “Ah! Uh… Are… Are you sure? You’re even better looking than you were. What else are you going to ask for?”

“I want to be smarter,” she said with a flash in her eyes. “I want to be able to unlock the secrets of the universe with my mind.”

He wasn’t expecting that at all. “Really?”

Jamie made another journey up to him. The floorboards creaked and moaned with her every step, feeling as though they would collapse beneath her and pull Gary down with him. If he had felt small before, he was positively infinitesimal now. The intimidation weighed on him like a lead blanket as she smiled down at him, her many highways of taut muscle thrumming with the potential to rip him in half. Instead, she lifted her finger to his chin, deepening his blush and filling his tummy with butterflies. “Really. I want to become as smart as I am stunning. You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you?”

Standing there in the immediate presence of her grace and majesty, he would’ve done anything for her. “Y-yeah… Yes ma’am.”

She slipped her finger off his chin, almost making him melt. “Good boy.” She returned to her spot in the center of the living room. “Go ahead and wish for me to be smarter.”

Gary cleared his throat and did as he was told. A flash of energy through her body. Bright beams of light from the gem falling on her. Wish granted. It was not a visible change, but inside Jamie’s cranium her brain was very rapidly orientating itself into a hyper-efficient machine capable of imagining and calculating impossible ideas and unconceived theorems. Jamie’s eyes went round as the world, physically unchanged, suddenly began to unravel around her, its infinite secrets becoming clear as soon as they revealed themselves to her.

It frightened Gary seeing her just stand there with a wide, vacant expression on her face. The living room grew quiet, spare the gunshots from the game that was still going on the TV. “Jamie? You OK?”

Jamie blinked, then resumed a placid expression. “Yes, Gary. I’m just fine. Exquisite, even. I have an idea for what I want to become, now. There are many things that I want to do, and they require that artifact you got.”

“Oh yeah?” Gary looked down at it. The way she said all that made it feel like he was holding a weapon of mass destruction. He felt like throwing it away, but feared what she’d do to him if he did. “What, uh… What exactly do you want to do?”

“Things that are beyond your comprehension, but before we get to do any of that, I’ll need you to make more wishes.”

It didn’t occur to him that he could just give her the artifact. He was fully subservient now, wholly prepared to do everything she asked out of a mixture of reverence and bone-rattling fear. “Y-yeah. Of course. Tell me what to wish for.”

A satisfied smile. “First, I wish to control my size and mass and have full power over my being while doing so. I wish the power to control space and time as well as create matter at my will. Did you get all that?”

Gary gulped and nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good, now do it.”

He held out the artifact and slowly recited her wishes, making sure to enunciate every syllable so as not to ruin anything. Jamie nodded along as he spoke, egging him along, waiting for the climactic moment when the wish was granted, and all those powers would be hers. It happened at last, and Gary shut his mouth, asking himself, [i]What have I done?[/i] His answer came after another flash of lights. Air swept into Jamie’s nostrils as she felt her powers bestowed on her. Suddenly the clench of her fists did not just bring the pop of her tendons, but a surge of potential like she could crush a rock in her fists. The mechanics of the universe, its many dimensions and intricacies, were a part of her knowledge and at her fingertips. “OK,” she said. “Let’s see what I can do.”

Jamie started growing again. The top of her head bumped into the ceiling but did not so much as slow down as it continued a gradual ascent. The plaster shattered around her dome, pulverized bits of it falling to her feet like snow as she continued to grow. The sound was like a gun going off, scaring the shit out of Gary and sending him scuttling backwards through the living room. He collided with the coffee table by the back of his legs and toppled over it. The artifact went tumbling out of his grasp onto the carpet. He sat up quickly and saw more of the ceiling breaking around Jamie’s body. Her shoulders were past it now. Those massive breasts, though they still looked miraculously soft, did not so much as jiggle when they smashed through the ceiling like a pair of slow-moving wrecking balls. The floor sagged around her feet, creaking and moaning dangerously beneath her titanic weight.

[i][b]KRRRAAAASH![/b][/i]

She plummeted into the floor up to her shins, her colossal feet landing in the foundation of the apartment building. Gary shielded himself with his arms from the plume of debris that erupted. Ears ringing, he rolled off the coffee table and made a break for the window. He heaved it open and threw himself outside headfirst, landing on his shoulder on the lawn and going into a roll. He ran across the street into the neighboring complex and stopped to turn around. People were looking out their windows to see what the commotion was. Those closest to the destruction quickly evacuated into the parking lot.

There was Jamie the almighty, her head rising from the ruins of the roof. The sunlight was radiant in her fur, highlighting it with a glow that outlined her immaculate form. Cars screeched to a halt on the road once the drivers saw her; some of them outright turned around and went barreling in the other direction. There were screams, shouts, pointed fingers, and aimed cameras. Jamie was blind to them all, too busy basking in the glory of herself as she continued to reach towards the heavens.

When it stopped, she was certifiably a titaness, her golden hair blowing in the wind where the birds flew, all that majesty towering over the ruined apartments by several dozen stories. All eyes on her, the goddess ready to change the world as she saw fit, her every fiber brimming with the power to make her dreams come true. She opened her eyes and saw the horizon yonder, a land untouched compared to what she envisioned for it, but for that she would need help. Across the street was Gary cowering among a crowd of people who had run outside to see what was going on.

“Gary,” she said, sounding like she’d seen an old friend. Her voice ruptured the atmosphere as she spoke, though it maintained a suave, feminine timbre. “C’mere, darling. We have work to do.” She walked through the apartment, tearing it apart with her legs and sending a tsunami of crushed façade scattering into the parking lot. As soon as she was out of it, all that debris began floating back towards the building, automatically piecing itself back together per Jamie’s powers. She didn’t even have to look at it. She crafted the building in her mind according to what she had displaced and patched it together accordingly, all without flaw. Floating out of the breech before it sealed was the artifact, hovering inside an alien glow of blue that came towards the stunned dragon. “Take it,” she said.

Every looked from Jamie to Gary, wondering what he would do. He didn’t hesitate to take the artifact, making the blue glow go away. He braced to be picked up off the ground that way, but instead Jamie came over to him, footfalls quaking the earth, and bent over to present her palm for him to climb on. He did so timidly, standing on her soft paw pad which became his elevator to her bosom. He felt the world grow heavy as she stood back up, that beautiful face and colossal pair of tits becoming even more massive. She put her paw and Gary right up to her chest. “Hop into my cleavage,” she said casually. “Get comfortable.”

That was hard to say no to. “Yes ma’am.” He carefully walked his way to her breasts and stepped into the plump canyon. Soft and warm, he was enveloped in a forest of white chest floof and clamped in place by those Jovian chest bags. He nestled there, staring off into the horizon, wondering where she would take him, what she would make him do. Wherever and whatever that was, he was ready to serve his goddess without hesitation.

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