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Big Time Antique Collector

By Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for Xilimyth

WARNING! Contains female, muscle growth, female to herm TF, and other things not suitable for those younger than 18. So if you aren't old enough, or the keywords make you uncomfortable, you might as well turn around now. May I suggest going onto YouTube and watching this video instead? Otherwise, enjoy! (though you can still watch the video as well!)

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"Yes, can I help you?"

Xilimyth gave a small smile to the deer in a suit and tie standing behind the counter. She had noticed this small, curios shop the other day, and now that she had a chance, she wanted to go in and see what it was.

"No... no thanks. I'm just browsing."

The deer nodded, adjusting the small pair of reading glasses perched on his muzzle. "Of course. Feel free to look around." He went back to typing on the computer that was at his desk, as he had been doing when Xilimyth had entered the store.

The dragon-cheetah hybrid looked around. The computer at the desk was about the only modern thing in the store. Everywhere else, there was books, small artifacts, bottles of fluids and drinks from around the world and beyond. Dust was a constant issue, despite the best efforts to maintain at least some cleanliness of the products that lined the wooden shelves.

But as Xili began to look through the shop, one very pressing concern cropped up. The passageways between the shelves were very narrow, which was almost an understatement. Standing over eight feet tall, with the wide shoulders of a bodybuilder and the wingspan that was longer than she was tall, the dracat was clearly out of her element. The draconic blood running through her body made her just too big. Even the clothing she wore, little more than a tank top stretched to it's breaking point from her chest, shoulders and back, and a skirt that really didn't do much more than keep herself modest, was about all that she could find that would fit her frame. A sudden turn, a swish of her tail, a raised arm at the wrong time, a dip in the floor boards could send her massive frame into a nearby shelf, knocking valuable objects to the floor and leveling the entire shop. But her feline heritage made her agile, so she was careful to not let such a calamity take place.

Her bright blue eyes kept an eye out, glancing at everything there was too offer. Many of the objects looked like they were made just yesterday though just as many looked older, but the tags on them made her raise her eyebrows in curiosity and amazement. A vase from pre-Revolutionary Versailles? A working clock from the Titanic? A moon rock from the Apollo 11 space mission? A scroll from the Library of Alexandria?

"I see you are curious about the objects here," the deer said, having appeared beside her, making Xilimyth nearly jump in surprise. The deer looked up, and gave a small smile. "And that some of them seem... implausible, to say the least."

Xili picked up a gold coin that was, apparently, with the Spanish Armada. "These must all be replicas. Good ones, mind you."

The deer chuckled, his hand dipping into his pocket and pulling out a bright golden pocket watch. "Oh, they are anything but mere duplicates. I can verify they are very much real, and from the place and time on the card."

The deer turned around, and walked down an aisle. "But you aren't here for just some historical artifact, I'm sure," he said, before coming to another shelf, carefully picking up a carving that the tag said was from pre-historic Africa. "No, you want something... unique. Magical, even. Something much like yourself, I'm sure."

The deer turned the small statue around to show it to Xili. It was a stone statue of a winged, muscular female cheetah, not much unlike herself, and surprisingly well detailed, with graceful curves, powerful muscles, and even small dimples to show spots. It looked almost exactly like the eight-foot tall dracat looking at it, which was an uncanny feeling for Xili.

But something about it called to her...

"This... this is amazing," Xili said, a clawed finger carefully tracing the lines. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she did so. "Where did you get this?"

"Well, that I can't tell you," the cervine shopkeeper said, using a hoofed finger to brush at an errant bit of dust on the statue. "But do you want it?"

Xili quickly nodded. "How much?"

The deer looked at the tag, before gently tearing it off. "You know what? Take it. For free. My gift."

Xili was startled as the deer then handed her the statue. "Oh... well thank you," she said, gently taking the stone sculpture in hand. She could feel her hand tingle as she took hold of it, though she wasn't sure if it was from excitement or nerves. "Are you sure?"

"Of course! Just tell your friends about this place," the deer said, fishing into a pocket and pulling out a business card. "And if you have any questions, feel free to call."

Xili took the business card in hand. In large, black ink, "Historical Treasures" was written along the top, with "Cimmaron Spirit, Owner" on the bottom, as well as a phone number.

"Well, thank you Cimmaron," Xili said.

The deer chuckled. "Oh, the Cimmaron on the card isn't me. I'm just a... very good friend of his, let's say," the deer smiled. "I hope you enjoy the statue!"

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Xili barely looked up from the statue as she unlocked and pushed open the door to her apartment, running almost entirely on muscle memory by this point. She did have to turn and walk in sideways: her broad shoulders were just too wide for the door.

Her draconic tail gracefully closed the door behind her, leaving her standing in the middle of her kitchen with the stone carving. The entire way from the store to here she had been looking over the grey stone carved into what was basically her.

"That... is weird," she said, for the fifth time since she had been given the statue. "How could that be possible?"

By now she was convinced it was her. The proportions were right, the wings were the right size, and the muscles were perfectly duplicated, the hair braided and done up just right. The spots may have been off, but no one ever gets the spots right when they draw or sculpt, but it was otherwise an exact representation of her.

But the statue was also naked, with her breasts, arms, abs, back, butt and legs on display for anyone to see. And it felt warm. Wasn't stone supposed to be cold? From the moment she first touched it, the statue was warm, almost soft to the touch, yet firm enough to not bend. It wasn't just because she held it for almost half an hour walking home: no, it was warm all over. Just touching it made shivers run down her spine.

Xili finally looked up from it, and shook her head. "This is crazy. I must be seeing things."

She set the statue down on the counter, took a deep breath, took off the nice skirt she wore out and put on some sweat pants that was a bit baggy and covered her lower half, and began to prepare some food. But as she worked on cutting up meat and veggies and cooking them up, her eyes kept darting to the statue. It just felt... weird. And right at the same time. She couldn't put her finger on why it was.

When she was satisfied lunch was done (nearly burning it after gazing at the statue too long was a good enough sign), she took a plate of the food and sat in the living room, switching on the TV. The news was boring and depressing, game shows weren't that entertaining, and there seemed to be too many soap operas on. But eventually an action movie she remembered seeing when she was younger was on the screen and, well, it was fine for some background noise. She watched the running, the explosions, the gunfights with half a ear, busy eating the stew she made up.

Xili finished her bowl, and with a sigh, set the bowl on the coffee table and stretched, giving a yawn that turned into a feline purr as she settled back into the comfortable chair. She looked back to the TV, but then paused.

The statue was in front of her.

"Wait, what?"

She looked to the counter where she was sure she had set it, but nothing was there now. She looked back at the statue, confused.

"How... when... where?" the dracat muttered. "I... I must be more tired than I thought."

Xili yawned again, turned off the TV, and went to her bedroom. The large bed, still messy and unmade from the morning, looked particularily inviting right now. She landed in the middle with a flop, before messing around with the blankets and sheets until she was sufficiently covered up, which wasn't an easy feat for a hybrid of her size. But she curled up with her blankets and pillows, and before she knew it, Xili was asleep. As she slipped out of consciousness, a small, simple thought crossed her mind.

What if I could be bigger?

The dracat woke up a couple hours later, feeling more refreshed and energized. She gave a yawn, and stretched again.

But as she set her arms down, something felt... off. She blinked a couple times, trying to banish the last bit of hazy sleep from her mind. She looked around the room, trying to see if something...

"Ah!" she jumped, the statue now perched on the dresser next to her bed.

"Okay, this is just spooky now," Xili said. "This thing is starting to freak me out."

She picked it up, and began to walk out of her room, but in her rush to leave, she hit her head on the doorframe, making some drywall crumble and land on her.

"Ow!" she muttered, rubbing her head. She was tall, and banged her noggin on many a wall in her life. But... this door was supposed to be just under nine feet tall, so she would only have had to slide out sideways without bending over.

But now she was nearly eyelevel with the top of the door.

Xili blinked. She looked at the statue for a moment, before she set it down, carefully, on her dresser again.

She had spent so long looking at the statue that she knew virtually every detail about it. And now it looked... slightly off. Like it was bigger, somehow. Taller.

Xili then looked to the door, to the spot where her forehead had impacted just above it. Then she looked back at the statue, and back again.

"No... no... is that possible?"

Xili sat on her bed, the specially made mattress and box spring that was designed to fit someone of her size creaking ominously. It had never done that before.

She stood up, and went to the full size mirror on the wall. Before it was placed just right so if she stood in a particular spot, she could see her entire body. But now when she stood there, most of her head had been cut off.

She had grown!

Xili blinked, and looked in the mirror again. Yeah, she was definitely taller now, by at least a foot. And... maybe she was a bit thicker, more muscular too?

She raised her arms and flexed her biceps. While before they were a decent size that showed she had been the gym a few times before, now they were much more impressive. When she flexed, the mountains on her arms bulge even larger, with the stitches in her shirt began to tear from over exertion.

"Wow," was all the stunned dracat could say. She gave a few more poses in the mirror, admiring how big, powerful, and sexy she was. While she had abs before, just little bumps on her stomach, now they looked like they were cut from marble, and about the same hardness too. Her thighs were thicker, making the sweatpants she was wearing look more like spandex than the soft cotton they were actually made out of, stretching and creaking around her muscles.

"This... this is amazing!" Xili exclaimed, with a grin of amazement and wonder and power across her muzzle as she posed and flexed, hearing her clothes strain and stretch.

She glanced over at the statue still sitting by her bed. That must have done this, making her bigger. The deer at the store did say that the artifact was magical, didn't he?

But magic couldn't be real, right? This had to be a dream, this had to be in her mind. Or, maybe wishing and magic was true. Maybe the statue was a genie of some kind? A magic talisman? A voodoo artifact? Or... There were so many possibilities...

Xili walked over to the statue, and gently picked it up. Well, there was only one way to find out.

"I want to be bigger," she stated out loud, her voice a soft rumble.

Nothing.

For a long minute, Xili stood in the middle of her room, statue in her hand, gripping at the midsection of the stone carving.

Nothing.

The dracat looked at the statue, and sighed. Maybe this was all a dream. Or, maybe it was one time use.

She sat the statue down on the dresser. But when she pulled her hand away, Xili paused, and looked down. There was a bump in the groin area of the statue that she hadn't noticed before. And... did the arms look a bit bigger on it now than before?

A fiery, searing hot pain raced through her body, making her snarl in a distinctive and unique sound of a dragon and a feline melded together. She fell to the ground, her larger body making the entire room shake. A picture on the wall fell off it's nail and crashed to the floor.

But that was the least of Xili's concerns right now. She gasped, she cried, she bellowed and scowled, rolling on the floor, her wings stretched out, every muscle on her body flexing and stretching, tearing and repairing itself in an instant, only to do it again.

In moments, a couple hundred more pounds of muscle was added to Xili's body, making her arms bulge and flex without barely moving them, her legs began to look like cheetah skin Redwoods, her back and chest and shoulders bulging out to make her thicker and wider than she was before. The long suffering sweats and t-shirt finally gave out, shredding to pieces all around her, leaving Xili in her birthday suit.

She rolled onto her butt, the worst of the pain and heat gone. It all seemed to have died down, though she felt it still simmering down below. The dracat was dazed, confused and exhausted, all at once. Her eyes tried to focus on something, anything...

Xili shook her head, her neck muscles flexing and flaring as she did so. She leaned up against the dresser, the metal and wooden piece of furniture creaking and groaning in protest. She took a deep breath, and sighed.

"Wow... that was... wow," she exclaimed, the deepness and bass of her voice surprising her. She reached up, and rubbed her head, her arms nearly doubled in size from what she was like before.

She tried to stand up, but as she did, a weird feeling came across her body. It was like some basketballs or something was bumping against her legs, almost as firm but a lot warmer.

She stood up, and found she had to adjust her stance. Something was really weird now. She took a couple steps toward the mirror. Her ears nearly brushed the ceiling now, the floor groaned and creaked ominiously from the weight of the Amazonian dracat. But as she did, there was a wet slapping sound, and a forceful flop against her thighs.

When she finally got to the mirror, and looked at the reflective glass, she gasped, and nearly screamed.

"I have a dick now?!"

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"Please, just calm down," Cimmaron said as he answered the phone. "Just... take a deep breath..."

There was a deep breath audible over the phone lines. "I was given a statue at a store and I was given a card for this phone number and I was told to call it if something happened and well that statue just made me five feet taller, a mountain of muscle and gave me a frickin' huge cock and balls, like a flippin' horse porn star! Maybe even bigger than that!" the voice on the other end rambled at a million miles a minute. She sounded excited, maybe a bit surprised and distraught at the sudden change.

The deer blinked as he wrapped his mind around what was said, before coming to the realization of what happened. "Oh. Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't recognize your voice at first. Xilimyth, right?"

"What the hell was that thing you gave me?" Xili demanded.

Cimmaron tapped on the desk with a hoofed finger. "Well, like I said earlier: It was a statue that indeed looked a lot like you, and it did have some traces of magic when I acquired it."

"Traces of magic? What do you mean?"

"Well, basically it was a totem made by a shaman in Africa over 4000 years ago," Cimmaron said. "Why? I don't know. I wasn't there when it was made." Though I will have to go and find out, I quess, Cimmaron thought. "All I can say is that the statue and you must have something in common, and therefore it reacted as it did, making you bigger and, well... the extra addition."

There was a silence at the other end of the line.

"Look, I'm sorry this happened. If you want, I can come over, see what happened, and how to reverse it," Cimmaron said.

"Reverse it?" Xili said.

"Well, yeah. That's why you called, right?"

Another pause.

"Right?"

There was a chuckle at the other end.

"Xilimyth?"

"No. I was wondering... do you have any more?"