The Idol of Cattra
Been on a Jollyjack and Gideon kick lately. My dragon girl Sam turning into... well, a much bigger version. Enjoy.
Sam hummed and grabbed the prybar off of the workbench. The shipment of ancient feline artifacts had finally come in, arriving almost a week behind her own return. They stood in a neat pile where they had been left, but one was the most interesting for her.
The Idol of Cattra. Rumored, of course, to have fantastic powers and mystical properties, which Sam knew to be rubbish. She grunted, putting the entirety of her thin frame into the bar, finally prying the nails up off the box and open. Not that, of course, she would mind the magic powers the thing was supposed to give. The power to turn adolescent kittens into powerful warriors, transform the young temple priestesses into minor fertility goddesses, the whole package. She was a dragon, sure, but a runt. Barely over five feet tall, built like a rail... She even had the bad eyesight of a bookish nerd. She hiked up her glasses and gently lifted the Idol from its straw packaging.
It was jet black, and certainly wouldn't go into the main gallery. A feline with ruby eyes set into the onyx, muscular and proud and, despite the abstract way it was sculpted, there was no mistaking what the protrusion from its groin represented. "You are destined for the private collectors," she said to it, placing it carefully on the table beside her notebook. "All because. of. this." She tapped its nose, its chest, and the thing's cock playfully, chuckling.
There she was, talking to the artifacts again... She picked up her pencil and got to work. She didn't notice the deep glimmer of light in the Idol's eyes that had nothing to do with the florescent lights overhead.
Hours later, the rest of the artifacts had been unpacked, cataloged, valued, and stored. There were merely a handful of really valuable ones, which were destined for the vault. Sam stood off her stool and stretched, yawning. It was late... And she was surprisingly stiff...
She yelped in shock as her arm suddenly cramped up. flinging it out to stretch the muscle, she felt herself almost overbalance. Sam looked down at her arm and cried out in shock. Her arm was massive. Growing longer by the minute, it was also bulking up. It had passed 'toned' long ago, was currently plowing its way through 'ripped,' and was well on its way to 'massive.'
Sam didn't have time to gape. Her chest, then her back clenched powerfully, forcing her to hunch, then arch her back as her body continued to shift and grow. She staggered a step further from the table before falling to her knees with a grunt. Her shirt was ripping at the seams, her once-cute vest strained around a developing eight pack and a rapidly expanding chest. The pressure grew across her entire body, spreading to her rear and legs as her vest and shirt exploded.
Massive breasts spilled free, big and firm atop a wide, powerful chest and thick middle. Her once outsized arm now matched the other, each one twice as big around as her entire body had been mere moments ago. She blinked and growled throatily, watching her scales begin to blotch and discolor. Her tail thrashed as the transformation finally reached it, knocking over the workbench and scattering the contents as it added feet to its length.
She huffed, flexing and finally breaking free of her jeans, splitting them along the seam, then bursting the waistband. All that was left to keep her modest was her underwear, strained and stretched into a skintight thong, barely holding on between the ridges of her powerful ass and thighs. Claws she never had extended, gouging deep furrows into the concrete as she twitched and thrashed, roaring in pleasure.
Her long tendrils on her head burst into more traditional hair, wild and unkempt in a mane across her broadening snout and face. Along her body, her once smooth red scales were being splotched, mottled with black leopard spots before being engulfed by thin fur.
It felt like it lasted hours, but it had been barely a minute. She collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily, purring in pleasure. Sam shook her head, trying to clear it. She felt so GOOD... Murring, she climbed to her feet... and banged her head on the light hanging from the ceiling. "What..."
She looked down at herself, eyes wide and gaping. She must have been eight feet tall by now at least, her body thick and chiseled with muscle. She flexed her arm experimentally, purring as she watched the bicep bulge and slid beneath the thick fur she was now coated in. Like her scales, it was still the warm red, but now covered in leopard spots.
She looked down, stroking the creamy, soft pelt that now covered her (prodigious) chest, giggling as her fingers bounced against rock-solid abs, moaning deeply as she cupped and hefted her massive breasts. Light glimmered off of the remaining scales of her nose and spinal ridge, no longer just a bold golden color, but legitimately metallic and shining all the way to the base of her round, gorgeous ass. Her tail, prehensile like her old self's, but now thick and furry, swished behind her, clattering through the boxes and bench she'd destroyed...
The artifacts! She gasped and turned, having to lower to her knees to pick up the few that hadn't been safely stored. They new easily fit into one hand. As she plucked up the Idol from the ruined, twisted remains of the worktable, she couldn't help but grin. "So... you actually CAN do something..." She purred, standing.
Sam gently carried the collection to the vault. Opening the thing was a nightmare, and having to bend and twist herself to slip herself between the narrow stacks within without breaking anything was worse. She nevertheless found temporary homes for the pieces, placing the idol onto the uppermost shelf fondly. The amazonian hybrid paused, then looked back at the Idol. She felt so, so good...
"You did this to me..." She purred in contemplation. With a mischevious grin, she reached out to touch it one last time. "Can you do. It. Again?" She brushed her claw against its forehead, chest, and cock once more, and waited.
Nothing.
She looked down at herself and sighed slightly, giving a half shrug as she extricated herself from the vault. Oh well. Eight feet would have to be enough.
She didn't notice the deep glimmer of light in the Idol's eyes, that had nothing to do with the florescent lights in the vault.