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Nick ran a claw over the glass case, his face scrunching up as the grime covered the open nail. Rubbing it on the bottom of the Zootopia police uniform, he couldn't help but be stupefied at the lack of care left at the hole-in-the-wall store setup. Everything at least seemed to be covered in a layer of some kind of dust, despite the obvious handprints from containers and surfaces that were well-used, and water dripped from the ceiling to where it coagulated into a small dirty pool on the floor.

"You know, I was running scams on the street and somehow my setup was cleaner than this." The fox said to his partner as Judy took an evidence sample from the bins under the checkout counter. "Seriously, did the guy ever dust?"

"Well, think of it this way, Nick." The rabbit said thoughtfully. "Makes it easier to take prints. Also makes evidence gathering way easier too if he didn't bother picking things up before he stepped out."

He sniffed. "Sure, but still. What'd Bogo get this guy on anyway?"

"Money laundering." Judy explained. "He was passing money through using the "magical item" shop as a cover for it all until, surprisingly, someone figured out that paying half a million for 'pixie-dust' that was just glitter didn't make a whole lot of sense."

Nick laughed. "Oh well, c'mon Carrots; You know the magic is supposed to be priceless, right?"

The rabbit rolled her eyes, before holding out the papery evidence bags Bogo had given them to search the place. "Very funny, Nick. Could you check the backroom and get some samples from there? Lab said they needed evidence that nothing being sold here accounted for the size of the billings passing through."

He smirked. "Sure, hops-And make me deal with all your dusty extended family. I getcha." The fox turned toward the backdoor of the shop.

"You're the one who wanted to join the force!"

He poked his head out before he shut the door behind him, winking at her. "And I regret it every day.~"

The rabbit huffed and rolled her eyes again before she went back to carefully filling the bags with the knockoff junk.

In the back, Nick ducked under a cobweb as he observed the stockroom of the joint. It was as dirty and neglected as the front was, the bins lining the wall filled with no end of plastic molds and substitutes from more common animals that could sucker a passing fool into believing it was fantastical phrenalia like 'unicorn horns', 'vampire eyes', 'bigfoots hand', etc, etc. He didn't take much care in taking a handful of each to shove in its own evidence bag for later.

He did, however, stop at one labeled "Shrek's Dragon Scales", which irked his curiosity. Unlike the rest of them, the dirty red scales were fairly striking in the low light of the room, but more odd was the name. Who the heck was 'Shrek' anyway? Granted, they were probably sold off from a pangolin with the same name or something, but still. He cracked open the bin and wretched quickly from the surprising odor wafting off the pile inside, but reached his hand inside to tentatively try and grab a couple for the bag anyway.

"-Nch!" He withdrew his hand as he tried to wrap his hands around a pile, but cut his paw pad on their sharp edges poking out of the unorganized stack. "Stupid little..." Surely there had to be a scooper around or something right? The plastic gloves he was wearing had a hole torn in them, showing off the small bloodless cut from the scales. He looked around for some kind of shovel to dig around the rest of the bins with, but couldn't see any on the shelves around him.

There was a sudden pressure in his stomach that was relieved as he let out a small burp. Surprised, Nick beat his chest lightly, feeling the acidity of it tingle in his mouth. Guess he probably should've skipped the soda with lunch, huh?

Kneeling down on the ground, the fox tried to carefully push the containers aside to see if any scoops or hand-shovels were hidden behind them, to little success. How did the owner even dig this junk out, anyway? He knew the store was a front, but what did they do in case they actually sold something?

Nick pulled his paw back, absentmindedly scratching his palm as he tried to think of a good way to get the rest of the evidence, when he noticed something odd. He'd expected his hand to be dusty with how'd swiped over the grimy floor, but it felt more...scaly?

He looked down. From where his finger had been cut, a small stream of the same dirty-red colored scales layered over the fur, trickling onto his palm. Scratching at it with a finger, his first nervous thought was that they'd fleck off, but rubbing over them, there was the only tactile sensation of running over skin.

"Uh...Carrots? Think we might have a prob-" Nick's sentence was cut short as he suddenly released a much more powerful belch from his diaphragm, the acrid stench strong enough it burned his nostrils as it hit them.

Like a switch had been flipped, he could see the crimson scales beginning to spread down his paw like ants out of a mound. Starting from his palm, they eventually spread across the entire surface until his hand was covered.

The fox tried again, that nervousness from before beginning to turn to fear. "JUD-" *BWOOOOORP*

His plea cut off by another pungent burp, he placed his non-affected hand on his stomach as it rumbled ominously. Steadily, he could feel his stomach begin to bloat outward in a sort of potbelly as if somehow being filled by water, riding up on the edge of his police belt. As he poked a paw inside, he could see it wasn't just bloating; Grabbing it, he found purchase in a thin fold of fat that was steadily thickening as he held it. By now the scales had completely encompassed his paw, beginning to spread up his arm. The claws he usually tried to keep hidden almost forced themselves out, and trying to push them back in did nothing as they grew longer and sharper on his new, more reptilian hand.

Nick's body continued to swell as the burps continued, and attempting to cover his mouth only resulted in an embarrassingly loud burst of flatulence from his rear. Despite his resistance, he could see the bits of fur completely shedding as it reached shoulder, scales taking their place, and thickening the fragile skin underneath into a tough hide. He could see beneath his steadily fattening stomach that it wasn't the only thing growing, his thighs and ass most surely beginning to fill with adipose the same way as more gas burst out of the once-slender fox from both ends.

"C'mon Nick, I don't care if there's a whoopie cushion in there or something; That's gross!" His attention immediately shot back towards the door at realizing his partner had heard him.

"JU-*HWOOORP* JUDY!" He took a step forward, and stumbled a bit, grabbing onto a shelf for support. The fox hadn't realized he had almost gained two feet of height from whatever transformation was happening to him as well, and seemed to still be growing.

Looking through the small door window, he could see her step out from the shop to place the evidence bags she'd currently found in their cruiser, moments too late to get her attention. In a vain attempt, he tried to open it back up, but only found it jammed as the decrepit frame had lodged in the entry-way after he'd gone inside. Just in the reflection of the window, Nick could see his olive eyes deepen into a brilliant jade color, almost perfectly timed as the door to the unkept front slammed shut. He pounded a heavy fist on the wood, before pulling the knob in a last-ditch attempt. Unprepared for his new strength, the much less mammalian fox was sent sprawling to the ground as it broke off in his grip, letting out another unwilling bit of flatulence as his padded ass hit the floor. He hunched over there for a moment, as wings burst out of the fleshy confines of his back, banging against the bins momentarily as he got his senses back.

By now, the room was practically drowning in the smell of the sulfuric emissions Nick had been releasing, and in the reflection of the crushed doorknob, could see the scales fully spread across half of his face. He groaned as he reached up to scratch at the itching sensation as the scales spread even further, his claws at best providing the feeling of scratching a series of bug bites as the rough exterior of the triangular patches barricaded the former foxes now chubby cheeks from the sharp edges on his fingers. In truth, it'd take nothing less but a knife fired at high speed to penetrate his scabby yet smoothly-plated skin now.

He belched again, but this time as his mouth seemed to burn at the acidic sensation, wisps of smoke trailed from his nose and the edges of his snout as the foul-smelling black gas was expunged from his roiling gut. His tail ripped the butt of the pants, growing thicker and longer like an alligator as scales spread down to the very tip, and the underside having a new coating of softer ones more akin to regular flesh that quickly spread upward to his chest.

There was, however, a brief sense of tightness as Nick began to fully outgrow the rest of his old uniform, the rags stretched to their absolute limited one-by-one ripping into shreds as his height continued to increase and his width swelled wider with thick reptilian fat. By now, it wasn't just his lower body taking on adipose as his arms and chest swelled thicker and meatier as they fought to catch up to his already overdeveloped lower half. Thick, fatty moobs formed- almost the size of overripe grapefruits, that maintained an odd sense of rigidity similar to breasts, simultaneously serving as perfectly annoying obstacles to slap against his snout as the dragon-fox fought against his own weight to stand.

The scales had completely covered his face now, and as he fully ripped out of the last shred of his shirt to get up, his pants long destroyed, he could feel his head slam into the top of the ceiling as he gained another couple feet in length. His massive gut sloped down over his fatty thighs, burying his fully exposed penis in his stomach pad as the almost-dragon tried to get his balance. Wrenching his hand out from the shelf as the metal bars bent down under his weight. He grunted as his back 'popped' unseen to him, blunt, boney spikes protruding from his back all the way to his own wide tail.

Nick groaned as he felt an odd sensation around his male organs. He reached down with a thick, clawed hand to rub it's length as it tingled and throbbed, but couldn't get over the obstacle of his new massive gut as it blocked his over swollen arm from reaching under the drooping slab of scaled-cellulite to reach it. His ears twitched, the dragon-foxe's black triangle tips finally succumbing to the transformation as the edges began to thin, elongating into maroon- colored fins, the edges of which at least kept the dip in color shade as they rusted closer to a black color.

His vulpine penis shrunk more and more, receding by the inch until it folded in on itself bonelessly into...his? Fatty crotch. His testicles followed suit, the fleshy bag pulling inside as they were fully encompassed by the new gape left in their absence. Just as gradually, Nick began to be wracked with pleasure as the crease molded and formed into a pair of fatty labial lips that swelled almost fittingly thicker and fatter with every second as her new pussy formed with gusto. Desperately she wanted something to fill it- her hand, the shelf, anything. But as she was paralyzed from the pleasure while her new sexual organs formed, the clitoris head and hood slowly peeking out. The thick, juicy thing was almost oversized, even for the growing dragon. She had to settle for going on her knees to try and run the dripping lips onto the floor for satisfaction, to little success as her swollen mattresses of thighs kept her from reaching completely.

By now, even the ribbing of her wings, reptilian and scaled like the rest of her, had swollen out with pudge, as they tried to catch up to her obese size. With a series of cathartic cracks not unlike someone popping a joint, Nick's neck began to stretch out, toddling between adding another foot or so of length and broadness before dumping another wave of adipose to make another chin. Her face had reformed to match the new hormones rushing from her female organs, becoming more slender and almost sultry for mere moments before the tidal wave of fat ballooned those slender cheekbones and shape into a series of hefty jowls and chins. What would've been a feminine pout of her lower lip had the same thickness as a truck tire as it drooped over onto her first chin.

The room was beginning to get too small. Nick fell forward, her massive mammaries and stomach acting as an oversized cushion for her impact as she spread out onto the ground, the ripples of the impact sending another long burst of flatulence from both ends as her gut continued to bubble and churn. A second wave seemed to follow from her mouth, and as she clenched to release it a wave of foul-smelling fire erupted from her snout, charring the door and melting the plastic containers around it. She could feel the hocks of her arms and haunches bending and crushing the shelves and containers of the storeroom, metal and plastic creaking and crunching under her massive girth.

Almost as a celebration, the changes of her face finally cemented themselves; her snout twitched, and the last vestiges of the black button nose from the previous fox disappeared as the thick reptilian snout paraded itself. As the last bits of orange fur from her cheeks shed, boney, claw-like triages of horn spurs grew from her cheeks, almost pressing uncomfortably against the thick fat of her neck and shoulders. Her tail, what should've been long, strong and intimidating, was more akin to a wide slab of meat as it sat too wide and burdened with the lipid swelling to be anything other than a bludgeon for the massive, barely mobile lizard that had continued spouting that foul gas all the while.

As her snout had to turn to cram itself into a corner of the room, it was abundantly clear the store room was no longer large enough to contain the great lizard. She could feel the walls bend and creak as her stuffed hocks and haunches pressed against them, her stomach especially not helping as fat scales broke through the windows, mystifying observers.

The terror of the experience forgotten, Nick squirmed as her fat lower lips smushed against the floor, her own body too swollen to move inside the decrepit storefronts stock area; Nick could feel the pressure beneath her flesh as her body surged to grow once more. She was close, and she needed release.

And she needed it now.

"Nick? Is that you?"

Judy had been mystified by the noises that had been coming from the back as she'd re-entered the shop with a fresh set of bags. Nick was supposed to be back there, but the sounds that emanated from there were all the deep rumblings as visibly green, disgusting smelling wafts of air curled under and around the door to escape, and the loud, husky moans -really more feminine roars- from whoever was inside, vibrating the building. She approached the backroom cautiously, noticing the char as if someone had taken a blowtorch and sprayed around it. If Nick was inside, he could've very well been in danger. That smoke was foul-smelling enough to be a gas leak which for sure meant she'd need to get him out of there. Judy put her paw on the door handle to throw it open-

Before she was thrown back as the door was knocked off its hinges, the building around her beginning to shake even more violently. She dove out of the shop as quickly as her legs could carry her, just as the front end collapsed. From it, a massive figure rose above the rubble, roaring a great red flame into the blue afternoon sky.

The figure itself was a massive winged lizard, with more emphasis on the "massive" than winged. It was so fat it was almost slug-like, stuffed to the brim so much so that there were almost visible ripples as an enormous fart burst from its parade-float sized rear. Its wings in comparison were almost comically too small to carry its oversized frame as they flapped vainly in the wind, dispersing the rotten wind around it. That was when the smell hit her; an assault of rotten eggs and sulfur she bent over and hacked for air, eyes watering from the assault on her olfactory senses. Its thick neck craned down, and she could see the carnivorous slits of the dragon's eyes focus on her as its blob-like yet undeniably female face focused on the rabbit from the ear-shattering roar it had just performed a moment ago.

Her hand went for her taser first, despite how little a couple of volts would do to the oversized lizard in front of her now. Though, she steadily lowered it, not sensing any maliciousness from the absurdly stuffed lizard in front of her.

To her surprise, its jowls seemed to almost flush a deeper shade of red as the dragon smiled embarrassedly.The dragon's voice came in a low cooing rumble, the power behind it contrasted by its sheepishness.

"So...uh. About that magic..."