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Warning: This story contains growth, macro, hyper breast expansion, hyper muscle expansion, clothes ripping and hyper lactation!

Xilimyth belongs to her player.

Does the body good, by DragonMasterX.

"Miss, do you have your ticket on hand?" the collector's voice brought Xilimyth back from her daydreaming, prompting the dracocheetah to walk ahead of the line of people waiting behind her. "Oh, congrats for winning the free tour, ma'am!"

"Thanks," Xilimyth said, putting away her clipped ticket in the pocket of her jacket. It was still mid-Spring, but the city didn't seem free from Winter's clutches and it was especially bad out here in the countryside.

Pinching the ticket and pulling it back outside, Xilimyth almost compulsively gave the voucher the fifth once over that day. Of all the places she could've chosen for an excursion during her time off for work, she found herself at Jebediah's Barn.

A great happenstance of her clicking on a news article while bored and listless at work had led her to filling out an online poll and winning herself a free prize. "Great!" she had thought at the time three weeks ago, when she had yet to plan her yearly vacations. The fancy-font, sparkling letters forming the word "WINNER" on the gaudy ticket made Xilimyth feel like she was Charlie about to explore Wonka's Factory.

The long corridor which swallowed her following reception wasn't tall, so she had to fold her wings in in order to fit through. It was a somewhat long walk, so Xilimyth took a moment to check her schedule on her phone, "I guess if I make it back after one tour I'll be back in time before the store closes 'til Monday, if any copies are left..." she murmured to herself, having promised herself to pick up a fairly popular fantasy novel on the same day. All she hoped was that the bookstore didn't run out of copies by the time she got there!

Once the tunnel had spat her back outside, that was when Xilimyth realized the disingenuity in the place's name. Putting her phone away, she noticed the lack of any barn in sight and, in its place, an egregiously gigantic office building which stretched over the skyline. Annexed to it were plenty smaller facilities, one which she figured had to be the 'barn'.

"I guess this is what happens when you go corporate..." Xilimyth thought to herself, feeling quite exposed at the sprawling front yard of that monstrous looking company. She had seen the building in the distance earlier when coming by bus, but she had assumed it had nothing to do with the free tour she had won.

Indeed. Jebediah's Barn had started out decades ago as a humble family-owned farm, supplying its immediate surroundings and some suburban homes with its fresh produce at fair market value. The only sign of humility that remained in that area were the third-rate brand energy drinks offered by the vending machines. Xilimyth decided to pass on buying those. She was instead focused on the sheer enormity of everything that surrounded her. Not just the buildings, but the trees planted in the courtyard absolutely loomed over her. And yet there was still so much free space that she never once came to bump with groups of fellow tourists coming and going.

"Go big or go home, huh..." the dracocheetah chuckled to herself, giving one last look at the sparkling voucher in her paw before deciding she had probably lucked out with the tour. If this many people were treating Jebediah's Barn as some sort of attraction, it had to be good. She suddenly perked up with a smile and started heading down the first open facility she saw.

"The Dairy Factory...?" Xilimyth whispered the sign above the relatively small building adjoined to the left of the towering office. People were coming in and out, and their discussions seemed lively. It occurred to Xilimyth that she had never been to a dairy farm before and this could be both fun and educational.

She approached the booth next to the factory's entrance with trepidation. There were two attendants and one was a male blue jay, but he didn't make Xilimyth hesitate. His partner, however, was a massive mountain of a rhinoceros, with brow low enough to hide his eyes and what seemed to be a permanent scowl on his masculine face. The small tusk above his big one seemed to be broken.

"G'morning, miss!" greeted the booth avian, making Xilimyth jump, her cheetah tail and ears fluffing a little. "Come for the dairy tour?"

"Uh, yeah!" Xilimyth politely gave a quiet smile to the booth rhino and turned to the enthusiastic blue jay, "How much is it for admission?"

Nodding, the blue feathered attendant turned to look at something Xilimyth couldn't see under the booth. Probably double-checking the rates, she patiently thought.

"She doesn't pay." A gruff voice came from above, making both Xilimyth and the blue jay look up at the rhinoceros, their attention turning to his pointer finger and then at the flashy ticket still in the dracocheetah's right hand. Seeing that pointer finger being almost as thick as her wrist, Xilimyth could only nervously smile.

"Thu-thank you...?" the intimidated hybrid said uneasily.

"Ahh!" the blue jay exuberantly slammed his hands down the booth, yet his spindly arms barely made the surface rattle whatsoever. "You're our online poll winner? Congrats! So sorry about that, ma'am. Couldn't see your ticket from here. Please go on in! You're free to enjoy any tour you want today!"

"Oh, wow!" Xilimyth perked up at the sound of 'free'. All this time she had been convinced this ticket was just an invitation to come look around with free admission to the 'amusement park'. She didn't think it'd also cover any tour to the facilities as well. "Thanks a lot. Is this one a fun tour?"

"It's one of most popular!" the blue jay almost yelled, energy seeming to pour out of him. "Everyone loves our workers! They're so nice and professional. And the samples are delicious, too. Sweet 'n fresh! Ask to see the super-heater!"

Almost as if infused with contagious excitement, Xilimyth could only rapidly nod her head at the avian. Feeling an itch to move her feet, she found herself stepping in through the doorframe. She turned to wave at the booth attendants with a thankful grin and then noticed the rhinoceros reaching up and to tip his cap at her. For the briefest of seconds Xilimyth thought she saw that scowl turn into a gentle smile. Maybe the massive gruff attendant wasn't such a bad guy after all.

"Wait," half-way into the facility's corridor, Xilimyth's feet slowed down and she stopped to think about something she hadn't really thought about during the explanation. "Did he say super-heater...?" she repeated to herself with half a mind to go back and ask about it when the corridor started to fill up with people and she realized she was now in the way of a large tour group. Before she knew it, she was getting pushed out into the facility proper.

Coming out into a broad, immaculate white area, Xilimyth was taken aback by the sterile surroundings stretching out all the way to her right. Absolutely nothing like any farm she'd seen in pictures. It was a hallway with a tall ceiling; she wanted to say 20ft. Walls half that size seemed to separate penned up sections. From where she was standing, the only real color contrast from the tiled walls she could see was grey metal pipes lining them and joining a main line that seemed to go into a room in the back.

"Very industrial," Xilimyth thought with a click of her tongue, storing her paws in her jacket's pocket before joining the group being led by a commercial guide; nobody had told her she couldn't. "I guess I could've looked up a video of what a dairy factory looks like," her mind continued as the tour guide droned on about historical trivia she didn't much care for. "It's nothing out of this..." she paused once she crossed the first separator wall. The sight beyond that 'pen' made her heart skip a beat as she finished her sentence abruptly: "...world."

"_Moo_rning, everybody!"

"Say hi to Cassandra, or 'Cassie', everyone!" the tour guide spoke like he was introducing an old coworker. Indeed, Cassie appeared to be hard at work. In the penned in cubicle there was an easy access door on the back, a flat screen TV on the left separator and a mini-fridge on top of the table to the right. In the center, on a couch bigger and comfier looking than anything Xilimyth could find in her living room sat an anthropomorphic Holstein with short brown hair.

Cassie's adorable, round snout complemented her cute greeting with a little wave of her hand. Xilimyth and most of the tourists' attention however went a little lower than that. The cow was topless with her engorged mammaries kept half-way decent by opaque suction cups hiding away the teats they were hungrily extracting from. Denim shorts hugged her plump sides, leaving her thick legs exposed just like the rest of her nude torso was. In spite of clearly working at full capacity, the extractor was surprisingly quiet, machine humming almost non-existent.

Inevitable shock invaded Xilimyth, who seemed to touch her knuckles together through her pockets, pushing her jacket closed in front of her barely notable torso. And she wasn't alone in that, many ladies in the group appeared to be buttoning or covering up, humbled by Cassie's immense milk tanks.

"They milk them in front of everybody...?" Xilimyth mumbled to herself with a blush spreading over her fluffy cheeks.

The tour guide continued, unfazed: "Cassie here is one of our top contributors, and she loves showing off how much she enjoys her work! We keep giving her the chance to switch with any of the other fine gals in the back, but she's showy like that, haha!"

Cassie went on to introduce herself to the tourists with some small talk, telling them about her experience working for the company and how much she liked being able to be part of the industry with her friends. Being a cow as productive as she was could be rough! Breasts swelling with milk every day, she and her fellow coworkers needed to express or face health issues in the long term. Cassie explained with such casual demeanor it was hard to believe there were two hoses with traveling bulges wall-pipe-bound attached to her head-sized bosoms. "And with flexible hours, all comforts and fair compensation, the company's managed to a turn an issue into a boon for many girls like myself!"

"The local operation is over a thousand strong these days, so you can understand why you won't get to meet all our girls," the tour guide interjected with a small laugh, "Not every one of them is as extroverted as our dear Cassie, so we only do this tour with employees who wish to show our consumers how they work! Why don't we meet the rest of them? Ha-ha. Just remember, no touching, folks!"

A number of those many cow girls were waiting for the group to advance, with each cubicle holding another lactating bovine for them to meet. With each new employee they saw, tourists came to understand that these were pens in name only. They were more like open-view solo relaxation zones where the cows were fully furnished and provided with amenities and entertainment of their choice while they 'worked'.

Few were as exuberant as Cassie, which Xilimyth suspected was why she was the first one to greet tour groups, but despite the exhibitionist nature of their job every dairy cow seemed perfectly happy with what they were doing! It was such a natural thing to them that some were even studying at their tables, while others were playing videogames, reading a book or even knitting. All of them content to stop what they were doing to answer tourist questions while their prodigious busts were still being milked for all to see.

The new experience was so incredible to the previously ignorant Xilimyth that she was easily overwhelmed by those showy cows. As they were, it was difficult to think of them as cattle, rather exceedingly attractive girls with an impressive milk output. The cows were all tall as well, with Xilimyth realizing only one of them was below her height of 6ft. even. Although most of them were a little chunky in the middle, some like Cassie sported hourglass figures that would make wish to kill to be that stacked and simultaneously fit. It was enough to spark a little envy in her, but with the way some spouses were glaring at their understandably distracted husbands, Xilimyth understood she wasn't alone in that department.

"One thing's for sure," Xilimyth thought to herself with a little huff as she disengaged from the group to catch a breather on her own, having had enough giant breasts in front of her to last a lifetime. "I got a much greater appreciation for the carton of milk I use to prepared breakfast with every morning now..." she sighed, leaning against a corner while chuckling to herself.

"I agree. Got to give credits where it's due!" a playful little voice made Xilimyth jump in place, cheetah tail fluffing and draconic wings spreading out in alert! "Whoa! Those are badass wings!"

Instantly regretting not having used her inner voice, Xilimyth turned and pulled her wings back, removing the obstruction to her eyes to see two people down that little detour she had taken. Looking back, the group was already on their way out. The one who had complimented Xilimyth's wings was giving waving their arm at her, as if beckoning 'Over here, friend!'

Deciding she didn't want to be rude, Xilimyth cautiously approached that out-of-the-way stall. It was significantly larger than the rest, furnished with weight racks and heavy equipment one might find at a gym. And she quickly realized why the separator walls were so far away from each other when the second person at the stall got up from her crouching position and showed herself: It was another cow, just as curvy at the rest; no, even bustier than Cassie. But what made Xilimyth freeze in her tracks wasn't the size of those laden bosoms getting worked by aptly sized suction cups, no.

What made Xilimyth's throat go dry, ears fold back, and pupils thin out was the sheer size of that woman. The amazon had to be over seven and a half feet tall, and she was holding a dumbbell heavier than anything she had ever carried in her life in one hand each. The cow was both curvaceous and ripped, with skin-stretching biceps and powerfully thick legs that elicited the image of a competing bodybuilder rather than one of the cute dairy cows at Jebediah's Barn dairy factory.

The monster of a cow was just as topless as the rest, so it was easy to see the swell of her pectoral mass bulging and pushing her breasts out. She was only clad in black gym shorts, and Xilimyth stopped counting after the third abdominal mound she saw; afraid of being caught staring. But as she curled dumbbells and was milked, the powerful cow didn't seem at all interested in the dracocheetah. The significantly less monstrous person below still trying to get Xilimyth's attention though wouldn't stop jumping.

"Hey, hello!" Finally, Xilimyth recomposed herself sufficiently to turn her eyes away from that beautiful blend of power and curvature she had only seen or heard about in fantasy, and looked at the girl who had been calling her down the aisle in the first place. "Did you get separated from your tour group?"

Xilimyth's eyes adjusted after the shocking sight of that bovine amazon and she focused on her interlocutor. She was not a cow, but an alligator, and even though she had a figure comparable to the beauties around, the long, crimson-haired gal clearly wasn't there to be milked. With her blue open jumpsuit and company cap that reminded Xilimyth of the booth attendants, the gator showed to be working there, yet not part of the official tour as it were. And the way she hadn't bothered to zip all the way up to keep her deep cleavage modest suggested the well-endowed, amber-eyed reptilian had a pretty free-style approach to work.

"Kuh-kinda," Xilimyth stammered with a little grin, trying not to seem like she had been ogling either employee. Why was every girl in this dairy factory so top-heavy?! "But I'm gonna go back out there. Sorry to bother you um..." she squinted to look at the nametag on the gator gal's lapel, "Lola."

Lola grinned, her thick tail's tip wagging up behind her, "D'aw, it's okay! I was just getting this new part of the tour up to speed while 'ol Betsy takes care of her daily routine. It's the only stall big enough for a big gal like her, right?"

"Ruh-right..." Xilimyth nervously smiled, quickly stealing another glance from the surprisingly silent, athletic cow, before focusing on Lola. "So this isn't part of the tour. I guess it is pretty out of the way."

"But soon it'll be the best part of it!" Lola gestured with her index finger pointed upwards and an excited smile. It was enough to make Xilimyth infected to shoot a sincere smile back. "We've all been working really hard at refining processes to give consumers the richest and most awesome milk we can get. Science goes a long way!"

Science wasn't what came to mind while looking at Betsy's bulging biceps; Xilimyth quietly thought. But to get the conversation forwards, Xilimyth asked: "So is it like an experiment to get new ways to um..." she bit her lip, shivering a little as she watched one of the hoses transporting liquid swell and distend, "...extract?"

"To process! Like... the whole pasteurization thing?" Lola casually remarked, speaking loosely for someone claiming to be a part of a scientific project. "When we um... well, I'm better at showing than explaining! Oh, Bets? Could you move a little so I can show my new friend...?"

"Xilimyth," the dracocheetah introduced herself.

"That's a cool name, kitten!" giggled Lola, who waved an arm up in a showy motion as Betsy side-stepped to continue her workout elsewhere in the stall; the flexible hoses with their suckers following behind. "Ta-dahhh...!" as if unveiling something like a time-machine, Lola posed with unmatched excitement. Without Betsy's bulk in the way, Xilimyth could now see an unfamiliar, metallic red device jutting out from the center of the floor like a small tower. A pipe from the wall on the back was connected to the machine, which meant it had to do with the collection process; in the tourist's uniformed opinion.

"I..." Xilimyth babbled to the lack of explanation. With Lola's yellow eyes and pearly white fangs sparkling at their audience of one, the draconic feline began to gesture with her hands nervously until she finally asked: "What's that?"

"This..." Lola leaned against the red contraption with a proud smirk, "...is what R&D has been working on for the past year!"

"Oh wow!" Xilimyth's pupils dilated with admiration, "Are you a scientist?"

"Nah, I'm the janitor," Lola waved a hand dismissively with her big grin remaining as immutable as always; Xilimyth's confusion was clear as day. "Buuuut I talk with the team every day! And they were nice enough to explain it to me in trisyllables at the roughest , hehe. So basically, you know how you have to heat up milk to treat it for everyone to be able to drink it? This baby takes care of that, but like... super-fast!"

"Huh, is that really new tech?" Xilimyth tilted her head curiously. One would think after centuries of refining the process that "super-fast" would've already been achieved by the general public.

"It doesn't do anything that a super heater already doesn't, no..." Lola nodded, but then while circling a finger on a shiny orange button she flashed a knowing smirk at Xilimyth. "But what our machine does is ultra-refine the process! 'cause no matter how careful you are, excessive heat takes out some nutrients you get from dairy. Like Vitamin C!"

"Isn't that what you get from citruses, Lola...?"

"That's right! With everyday dairy, you'd mostly get that from an orange," the gator girl lifted a finger, "But this nice doohickey here takes care of preserving, packing and perfecting all the goodies in milk that do your body good! Aaaaand, it makes it taste like ten times better!"

Floored by the explanation, Xilimyth for the first time stopped staring at Lola and Betsy and made the red contraption the sole receptable of her attention. "Can that thing do all of that? It's kind of small..."

"It's a prototype!" Lola explained, "Still too small scale to work on the whole factory, but it spits out some really yummy samples. I'll show ya!" She said, glancing back at Betsy pleadingly. The towering cow woman snorted, making her eye-obscuring orange bangs rustle a little. "Thaaaanks, Bets!" Lola said in a sing-song voice as Betsy turned towards the machine.

"The flow diverter switch is on top of the super heater, hehe," Lola giggled back at Xilimyth who politely remained quiet as the tank of a cow reached up, biceps and triceps bulging from even minimal exertion, and flipped the switch which made the dairy being pumped from her breasts come back to through the contraption's piping.

Xilimyth couldn't deny she was excited when she saw Lola working the machine, looking almost like she knew exactly what she was doing. But the tourist still hesitated. "Are you sure this is okay? I thought this was still in development..."

"Oh yeah! But the boys say it's okay to have a sip. It's nutrient packed, so it'll be like drinking coffee and energy drinks without all those icky side-effects mags tell you about!" Lola grinned, pressing the orange button on the heater, causing the machine to hum to life. It went mostly quiet after that, drawing in cow milk via the pipeline before silently working on it. In less than three seconds, a ding similar to a microwave bell played. Humming a little song and wagging her hips, Lola leaned in and opened a valve, steam softly puffing out from a faucet before fresh looking, sparkly creamy goodness began to pour out into a collection jug.

"That was super-fast..." Xilimyth murmured to herself while rubbing her arm, half with unease. Her other half was full of anticipation. The second the output began, a sweet scent wafting through the air assaulted Xilimyth's nostrils, sending an electrical current up her spine. Her tail already was making pendulous motions. She had never been this eager for a sip of milk in her life. "Smells really good!"

"And you have no idea how good it tastes!" Lola giggled, grabbing an empty sample cup from a tray before pouring about a finger's worth of Betsy's ultra-processed breastmilk in it. The gator handed that cup over to Xilimyth, who eagerly took the tiny cup in her awaiting paws. "G'wan, kitten! Milk does the body good!" she giggled, pouring herself the same sampling amount in a second little cup before taking the sip and bringing a claw to her cheeks in delight, "So good! I'm already feeling all perked up! You'll be glad you got this sample instead of the regular one!"

Just watching Lola drink Betsy's milk like the very source of it wasn't standing right there curling impossibly heavy dumbbells next to them increased her courage, but not by much. The focused bodybuilder didn't seem to care, and that only made sense to Xilimyth; she was doing her job after all. But with that sweet scent being as irresistible as it was, the dracocheetah stopped resisting. Smiling, she tipped the little cup towards her lips and took a sip.

"So? How is it?!" Lola asked, setting down her own cup. Delighted noises didn't keep her waiting long.

"Mmm!" Xilimyth found herself clenching her eyes shut, sound drowning out within her ears as her senses focused on taste above everything. It took only one drop of that specially treated milk for her tastebuds to explode, and the rest of the liquid was making her experience joy in ways a triple chocolate milkshake had failed to accomplish. She was unsure if Lola had mentioned anything about sweeteners, but that machine had just spat out the tastiest and richest dairy drink she Xilimyth had ever tried in her whole life. The flavor danced in her mouth all the way down to her throat, smoothly going down. It had the exact same consistency of any warm milk she'd had before this one, yet its enhanced deliciousness had no equal.

As soon as she was done with a sampling that seemed to have gone on four minutes, yet in reality had taken a couple of seconds at best, Xilimyth felt that spark of energy Lola had mentioned. Ears twitched and eyes popped up; pupils dilated to the max. Her wings flapped once, covering their entire span before folding back in. "That was amazing...! Why is it so good?!"

"Because it's super!" Lola insisted, clapping her claws together with excitement. "I can't wait until everyone can try it."

"Break time," were Betsy's first and only two words of those days. She didn't even wait for Lola to unhook her, simply shutting the extractor down herself after putting her weights down. Even through her delicious-milk-induced stupor she could appreciate the unassuming dulcet tone of that massive cow girl's adorable voice; quite a contrast for someone so intimidating! After putting her shirt on, the musclebound bovine made her exit through the door on the back, needing to lean down to actually walk through.

"Betsy's one of the most productive gals in the factory," Lola commented, glancing back in admiration of the taciturn dairy cow before turning back to the awestruck Xilimyth. "So we're getting the best bang for our back with this lil' batch, kitten!" she said, poking the mostly-full pitcher besides her. "And you know what, that awesome buzz you feel is actually-" she stopped mid-sentence to loud mooing coming down the corridor. "Oh snickerdoodles! Excuse me darling," Lola gave Xilimyth a polite smile before jumping over the counter and the pen before breaking out into a dash down the corridor. "Sir. SIR!" she raised her voice as she approached the stall at the end, "We've warned you before, no touching the employees...!"

"That's one big blue perv..." Xilimyth quietly thought to herself with a frown, tapping at her thigh with a bit of impatience. Lola looked like she might take a while to come back, so she thought to just end the tour right now and exit by herself. On the other hand, that pitcher near full of that decadently delicious dairy was still there and within reach. The sweet smell continued to tickle her nostrils, making her nose twitch.

"I'm here just for today..." she reasoned, looking back at the corridor Lola had dashed down into, "She's here every day." Xilimyth's bargain ended when she patted her jacket pocket where the winner ticket was. "She won't mind, I bet...!"

With her decision made, Xilimyth leaned in against the pen, reaching out for the pitcher and seizing it from the counter. Licking her lips in anticipation, she filled her little sample cup and wasted little time in downing it in one swig. "Mmm!" she moaned in delight, "Lola's right. I can't wait for this to become a regular product; I think I may go broke buying their entire stock!" she thought, pouring herself a second cup, then a third.

As the cream from each swig swirled around her tongue and bounced between her inner cheeks, the dracocheetah thought about the cow girls of Jebediah's Barn and what a sweet gig they had. They had such varied workforce! From cheery gals one might meet at a mall to the studious librarian types; she didn't even know cows could get as big as Betsy, either! And they were all so attractive to boot! Though the last part was maybe just one minor detail to Xilimyth: Of course the company would show off their most beautiful girls; even if that attracted the gropers.

"They're all so busty because they make all that milk," Xilimyth did a double take on the cowgirls, chuckling to herself in self-pity at the flat plains that her kitty chest had to offer in relation to the factory workforce. "But who wants to need to be hooked up to those machines all day, anyway?" she shook her head, going to pour herself her seventh cup before realizing that sampling cup was so tiny. She wanted to down that pitcher of sheer sweetness!

After swiftly tossing the cup down on the counter, Xilimyth two-handed the pitcher which was considerably lighter than before and tipped it towards her while pressing her lips to the rim. With a suckle she got the flow going into her mouth and then gulp by hearty gulp she drank it all down to the very last drop. It was better than sweet condensed milk, heck, it could be its own proper dessert!

She licked the insides of the pitcher as far as her tongue allowed, and shook the empty container until she felt she was properly done. "Mmmrrr..." the kitty dragon purred, shaking and vibrating from the wonderful, almost electric aftertaste. While licking her whiskers clean and hugging the pitcher to her chest, Xilimyth started to think about how amazing the rest of the tours she had access to would be if this first one was so great. But before she could consider spending the rest of the day at the 'barn', her phone went off with an alarm.

Xilimyth flinched and felt the pitcher slipping, but she fortunately caught it with a swift crouch, surreptitiously hurrying to place it back on the counter. She only grabbed the phone to stop the alarm from ringing any further because the time told her exactly where she had to be in the next twenty minutes. "My book...!" was all she exclaimed before breaking out into a sprint. She had no time to do another tour!

A minute later, Lola minus a cap had returned to the super heater stall, sighing from exhaustion; her hair was ruffled and her jumpsuit seemed a bit damaged. "I swear we get one of those every... huh," the surprised gator puffed her cheek out, resting a claw at her hip as she looked around, "Did the kitten leave? B'aww! And I was starting to feel like a proper tour guide 'n everything!" she pouted, crossing the pen into the stall proper before leaning down curiously, blinking a few times in silence at the empty jug. "Did... did she drink the _whole_pitcher by herself...?" the gator looked anxiously down the corridor, putting a finger up to her cheek and aiming her yellow eyes at the tall ceiling, "Should be fine..." she trailed off, shrugging and picking up the used cups and pitchers to go clean them up.

The drive back downtown was about 15 minutes by bus. One would usually take an old dirt road splitting off the main access highway to the city, which stretched out straight and was sandwiched by two aging sunflower fields. Outside company trucks and suppliers, the only times that road saw any action was just before sunrise when the work day started and then when it was dark. That's why barely anyone was around to see the wild dust cloud moving at 30 miles an hour cutting through the road.

Xilimyth enjoyed jogging on her off days to stay fit, but her job wasn't an athletic one so unlike cheetahs running track she hadn't trained her stamina or speed in any meaningful way since high-school.

An amazing burst of energy had made her body forget all about her lack of physical dedication. She had been waiting at the bust stop when her anxiety had peaked, not because she was going to be late, but because the spotted fur on her legs was suddenly crawling with the need for muscular exertion.

Before she knew it, she was sprinting at speeds faster than she had ever seen and the only reason she had to screech to a halt was because the dirt road was already as its end and if she didn't stop speeding cars on the highway would've ran her over. "Ahhh!" Xilimyth tried to brace as she forced herself to stop, having to lean back with flailing arms to avoid tripping forwards and ending up as roadkill. She was fortunate enough, except she had leaned back a bit too hard and ended landing on her butt by the side of the road. "Jeez! What was that?!" her heart and mind were racing together; one struggling with the sheer amount of adrenaline running through her veins and the other trying to make sense of what was going on.

Roaring engines and blurs passed her by, coming and going in the highway. Xilimyth's ears folded back, her tail gently brushing dirt behind her. "That was so freaky. But it felt good. I've never been able to run that much before!" she told herself, unwittingly underestimating the record she had just broken. Her main concern were her lower extremities after such intense exertion, slowly running her paws over her legs. The muscles in her calves, quads and hamstrings were pulsing just the way they did after an hour of jogging, but there was no pain so she was sure she hadn't torn any ligaments at the very least.

Trying to ignore the traffic's obnoxious honking and zooming, she slowly got up to try stepping on her feet. Still no pain. In fact, for someone who couldn't sprint for longer than fifteen seconds without getting winded, she didn't even feel tired at all.

"That gator lady wasn't kidding about the energy boost. I feel like I could run a marathon!" Xilimyth giggled to herself. As she was dusting off her pants though she felt her elbow brush against her jacket-bound smartphone and recalled her pressing engagement. "Oh shoot!" she swiped the phone out, eyes bulging at the time on screen. Fortunately, most of the trip out there was the dirt road; it was less than half a mile to get back to town from that point in the highway and her cheetah legs were still raring to go.

With fifteen minutes to go before closing time, Xilimyth finally found herself at the bookstore. This time she was left panting with visible exhaustion, yet happy with her arrival. "Urk... should've brought a water bottle or something with me..." the hybrid lamented with a few hearty gulps of air. "Guess it was just like any energy drink after all... Oough..." she groaned a little, feeling light-headed. "Better grab something to eat after I get out of here, too."

The bookstore was bustling that Saturday. It was a small enough building located just next to the corner store of the intersection, so it had people constantly coming and going through its door. It always got like this on release day, and Xilimyth had promised herself she wouldn't let the opportunity to get her copy in time slip through her fingers this time. As soon as she saw the chance to enter after a couple, the draco-cheetah took a deep breath and slipped inside the building.

There were all sorts of customers looking for many different novels and encyclopedias in the fairly popular book shop, but as she had expected, the cult-classic "FantaSci" novel's highly-anticipated Chapter 3 was down to the last four tomes. Perfect, she thought, as she wasn't in the mood to have to fight some nerds for it.

But she didn't see a nerd go for one of the books she wanted. Xilimyth saw this massive lion dude with boulders for biceps and a cute wolfess hanging from one of them crouch down to reduce the available stock of FantaSci Chapter 3 by one. Xilimyth knew she had to hurry and get through this uncomfortably dense sea of people.

Tongue licking her upper lip, the dracocheetah tucked her wings in as much as she could and made use of her sleek and petite figure to waddle through the crowd. "Why Saturday releases, why...?!" she cursed in her mind as a kid and her mother picked up another copy. "Two left!" she gasped, pupils thinning out as she stretched an arm out and began to lightly shove herself between people's backs, muttering "Excuse me!" and "Coming thru!" without yelling.

With the second to last copy being snagged before her eyes, Xilimyth's desperation grew and she practically hurled herself forth, swiping that bounty right off the lowest offer stand without thinking of the consequences. Ka-thud. And the consequence was her snagging her foot on somebody's ankle, stumbling forwards and clumsily needing to use her free paw to hold herself still to prevent herself from falling.

The copy was in her uncompromising grip now, but so was the massive lion's right buttock. That mountain of a man hadn't budged an inch, but he clearly had felt Xilimyth's shoddy attempt at conserving her dignity. By the time Xilimyth realized what was going on, the lion was glancing back catching the dumb smile on her face from the second she granted herself reading the title of the cover on the book she was holding.

With an eyebrow quirked and looking past his huge shoulders, and Xilimyth looking six inches above herself, their gazes briefly met. The hybrid's ears splayed back and she offered a nervous grin and the softest pat on the butt she could while carefully stepping away. "Sorry about that..." she chirped without daring to make eye-contact, turning to walk away in embarrassment.

"Just give a warning next time, pretty lady!" Xilimyth could hear the baritone of that beefy lion man, a swift smack following that compliment. "Ow."

Xilimyth was feeling more self-conscious about that last phrase than the whole incident. It was odd for her to receive compliments about her appearance from guys, let alone those in such a heavily jealous relationship. "Lady" was an odd remark to slap her with when she was so lean and preferred dressing like what most people would refer to as a tomboy. Still, the blushing dracat could not hide a small smile of self-satisfaction as she made her way to the cashier line, putting a pep in her step.

Line waiting didn't take long. Customers weren't chatty, so Xilimyth was constantly taking a step forwards alongside fellow customers. The closer she got to the cashier though, the more an uneasy feeling seemed to be washing over her. She was meekly holding her book in both paws in front of her stomach when she cottoned to the idea she was being watched. No, more like leered at.

Every time she looked about to see if she could catch the person or people looking at her though, she was only met with their backs. "Weird feeling..." she thought with a frown, so distracted that she failed to notice she was already at the front of the cashier counter and ended banging her foot against its bottom side. "Nngh!"

"Oh, wow! You okay, Xili?" the familiar voice of Andrew the bookstore clerk made her look up from her pulsing big toe. She was biting her lip and twitching an eye, so vigorous nodding was all she had left. "Ahh," Andrew decided not to push it, the regular cheetah settling his glasses back in place before taking an uncomfortable pause looking down. "Oh! Uhh, you got yourself a copy after all!"

"Yuh-yeah, I was held back doing something else earlier, so I was running late," Xilimyth said, stepping on her foot to apply a little pressure and brave through the brief yet annoying pain. She slid the book over her chest like a little excited girl showing off her treasure with a big smile. "We're finally gonna find out what happens with the Robot Princess' unrequited love."

"Exciting, isn't it?" Andrew chuckled, grabbing her copy to scan it before giving it back. He brought up Xilimyth's information on his terminal and while waiting for the bill to print out, the male cheetah leaned in a bit boldly, "Hey, sorry uhh, is that a new hair style or...?"

Xilimyth tilted her head out of curiosity. Andrew helped by pulling back and turning around a little fixed, rotational mirror atop his desk, allowing her to see the mess her long violet hair looked like. "Gah!" she hastily set her copy down before bringing her paws up to fix her wild mane of hair back into a knotted ponytail. "Must've lost my hairband while dashing earlier. Why didn't anyone say anything...?" she thought with a flustered huff, thinking she might've gotten some laughs instead of all that 'polite' leering from earlier.

"Windy out there today," Andrew joked, getting a sarcastic smile from Xilimyth who finally got done with her bundle of hair before collecting her copy, paying for it and finally bagging it.

"Thanks, Andrew," Xilimyth said, still a little flustered but appreciating the clerk for his honesty. "See you next time!" she waved back at him, going to open the door but it was opened for her. Two hurried and nerdy-looking guys. While she was ready to side-step out of their way seeing how brusquely they had opened the door, the hyena holding the door punched his friend's arm and they both stepped out of the way to let Xilimyth path with a pair of awkward grins. "O-oh, thanks! Bye!" And with a polite smile, the draco-cheetah exited, finally starting her way back home.

The hanging door-bell rang a little as the two friends walked in, giving each other wide-eyed looks. "Dude, what a babe. Didja check the way those kittens were popping out?"

"Should've asked her out..." the hyena sighed.

Xilimyth sighed under her fizzling shower. As she rinsed the early day's sweat off her spotted fur, she realized how tired all that excitement had left her. The muscle twitch in her legs had devolved into numbness, causing her to drag herself through her apartment. "Should've taken the bus back home..." she mumbled while bringing her paws up her sleek waist to scoop and toss her long violet bangs behind her shoulders. She stopped.

Perhaps it was because of her sudden tiredness, but in the process of moving her arms up, her elbows brushed against her chest, breasts gently knocking into each other and jiggling before her eyes, and that felt odd to her. Xilimyth looked down with a pout and a raised eyebrow. She calmly turned the knob on the wall closed and in complete silence brought her paws up under her perky little breasts. First, she held the mounds up into a cupping hold, examining the creamy white fur surrounding her soft pink nipples; perky like the rest of her.

"They feel a bit swollen..." she murmured while pushing in and letting her boobs spill back out into her palms; though there wasn't much to spill. Dragonesses used to make her envious with how voluptuous they would get; she looked like an underdeveloped adolescent. Cheetahs were lean and sleek creatures, so that side was to blame. Although she wasn't exactly alright with her mixed genes cheating her like this, Xilimyth had long since learned to live with her little A-cups. "Need to lay off the convenience store sandwiches..." she thought with a sigh, letting go of her chest before climbing out of the shower to dry off. She always took care of her wings first.

With her petite body wrapped in a towel and her voluminous mane of hair in another, the dracocheetah came out into her living room with a yawn. She was so tired she didn't even feel like fixing up coffee. By the time she got to her bedroom, all she could think about was her pillow and without even taking her towels off, the hybrid collapsed into her bed drifting away a moment later.

It was a little past five in the afternoon when the draconic feline woke up from her long nap. Bolting up into a sitting position on the mattress, her hair towel went flying into the air, smacking her bedroom closed. She flinched a little as hair cascaded over her shoulders and her bangs covered her face. "Ah, damnit. How long have I been asleep...?" she hastily brushed her bangs out of the way, reaching out for her smartphone on the night table, but it wasn't there.

Hopping off her lightly dampened bed, Xilimyth realized she had yet to take her towel off. "My fur's gonna smell..." she puffed her cheeks out, stripping nude and balling the towel up before hurling it at the one already on the floor. She'd bring it all out to the laundry later.

Since she lived alone and her blinds were still down, there was no hesitation to parade her little dracocheetah body around her apartment. Xilimyth didn't bother putting on clothes, enjoying the ambient temperature in her unit. Crossing over to the living room, she swiped her smartphone off the dividing kitchen counter and confirmed the time. "That was a long catnap..." she pouted at the idea of only having enjoyed half of her first day of vacations. The third chapter of her novel was still in its bag atop her simple end table. "At least it won't be a boring evening..."

"...Hmm." Leaning back against the counter, Xilimyth began to check her phone for notifications to see what people were up to. Her vacations hadn't been planned out in great detail and she usually was more than at home with the idea of just being a lazy cat lounging at her apartment by herself, but after that nap she was feeling invigorated and looking forwards to more fun.

Her mind briefly came back to her special voucher for the Barn, but she reasoned she had probably used it up already. Those things were usually one time only. Not finding much going on in her city on social media, she broke her vacations rule of not checking the currently silenced work group chat. She noticed it was buzzing about something in the background while checked her DMs and curiosity got the best of her.

Glancing at the first few messages, Xilimyth was happy to see no one was talking about servers and networks. She found out her coworkers were setting up a paintball match for the following day. "Right, it's Sunday tomorrow," the dracocheetah murmured, trying to recall the last time she had played. She knew her coworkers usually had to put a team together on the fly, as like with any group activity getting ahold of everybody wasn't always easy. Xilimyth hesitated, looking away at her novel; thinking it would be amusing if she just read it all in one day.

"Why not?" Xilimyth stuck her tongue out, jumping into the group chat and offering to take a spot on the paintball team. "Us DevOps versus the Accounting department, huh. They usually kick their asses..." she winced prematurely after finding out who their opponents would be, but thought about going there not for the heated competition between amateurs but to have a laugh and get out of the house more.

With her match arranged, the naked hybrid set her phone down and lazily reached out for an open tray of lunch sandwiches on the kitchen counter. She remembered picking those up in a hurry when coming back from the library earlier, stomach grumbling and brain desperately wanting sleep. They came in half-a-dozen trays, simple ham and cheese; quick and easy, and they tasted good. Only one remained. "Ugh, no wonder I'm feeling bloated..." she grumbled, putting the sandwich down, wrapping it in film paper and tossing it into the fridge. "I just want a coffee now..." she told herself, heading over to the pantry for the canned instant.

"Oh no. I forgot to pick up more coffee while I was at the store," Xilimyth pouted with an empty can in paw, cursing past Xilimyth for not having thrown out the empty can instead of leaving it there. After tossing the can into her trash bin, Xilimyth hurried back into her bedroom and went to get dressed. She needed to get some grocery shopping done before it got late.

Fortunately, Xilimyth's closet and drawers still counted with a few choices for wardrobe, though she reminded herself to go to the laundromat first thing on Monday. She quickly got dressed from the bottom, panties and socks first. She threw on some jeans before standing up and angling her wings out of the way for her bra. To a winged creature such as herself it came as second nature to fold and unfold her extra appendages to make way for upper body apparel. Something felt slightly off after hearing the click of her plastic fasteners behind her.

"Did I get it wrong?" Xilimyth huffed, shimmying her torso a bit while holding her cups still against her perky little breasts to see if she could ease them in. "Maybe I snagged my wing..." she reached back and undid the clasp, leaning her bust up while adjusting this time before she strapped her bra back on. "First time that happens. Guess it's been a real long while since I've bought new bras..." she shook her head, making a mental note to visit the lingerie store in the future.

After tucking her wings in and aiming them forwards, she slipped into her shirt, raising an eyebrow as the hem wouldn't go as far below her waist as it usually did. "Oh you're kidding me. Is this the shirt that shrunk in the washing machine? Just my luck." She huffed, tugging down the fabric and biting her lower lip in a fuss when she noticed the way her shirt was bulging with the mark of her bra cups. It wasn't much considering her small features, but she definitely felt the inconvenience of ill-fitting clothing. Monday couldn't get here fast enough. At least she wouldn't have to bother with fancy clothes at the event tomorrow.

The convenience store was within walking distance of Xilimyth's apartment. The grocer at the store dealt in fresh fruit and vegetables, so she made sure to stock up while picking up a new can of instant coffee, wanting to cut back on fast food now that she had another go at getting into meal prep practice with the extra time from vacation.

"Mmpph..." the dracocheetah stopped next to a stack of canned peas, groaning a little as she was distracted from perusing the bulk discount sale sign. Now that she was conscious of it, every step seemed to add an annoying tug to her chest, like a persistent little snag forcing her to tug her shirt down over and over. She couldn't help but notice shoppers were actually turning to look at her mannerisms.

Xilimyth had always been used to drawing attention due to her peculiar cheetah-spotted wings, often asked to show them off by friends, so she knew this attention wasn't going to her because of her dragon side, but her chest. It was upsetting. "Just me or is it getting a little hot in here...?" Xilimyth pouted, reaching up to tug on her shirt collar with a puff of air escaping her lips.

During one of those collar tugs though her eyes fell into the hole of her stretched shirt, blinking a few times at the sight of her overstuffed A-cup bra. "Have my boobs been getting bigger...?" Xilimyth popped the question to herself as she let go of her collar, feeling the fabric press back down onto her chest with the shirt getting pulled up slightly. It didn't seem like a big difference to her, as she had gone from a mid-A to a small-B, but she was pretty sure she'd be able to pop cleavage if she really wanted.

"Maybe some sort of late blooming...?" she quietly smiled to herself, "I didn't think that was real." Xilimyth was no expert in biology, but she was pretty sure puberty had come and left her in the dust years ago, and there were no do-overs for anybody. That was why now that she could see and feel what seemed like the low end of B-cups softly bulging in her size-too-small bra, the discomfort made all the sense in the world. What a drag!

"Hey uh..." a voice came from behind the dracat, prompting her to turn around with a curious look. The one talking was a towering red dragon. He had a mellow smile on and he was scratching his head, "Hi! Sorry, saw you looking at the peas and was wondering if you wanted the cans at the top. Can reach for ya... If you want me to, I mean!"

"The peas...? Oh!" Xilimyth glanced back at the pyramid stack and then back at the concerned dragon. She waved a paw dismissively, but with a smile. "I'm good, thanks. Just remembered I got frozen back home."

"Sure, whatever..." the dragon smiled back, nodded and turned away to keep going on his own shopping trip. Xilimyth felt a little guilty turning him away, but something in the way he was looking at her told her he hadn't been checking out the peas at all.

She decided to go get some more ingredients from the refrigerated goods section next, where she saw a bespectacled flamingo holding cartons of heavy cream and whipped cream in his hands, seemingly comparing them. He mumbled something when Xilimyth passed by, blushing and turning away with both cartons in hand. An awkward: "...pretty..." something was all she could make out. By his flushed cheeks she could tell she probably didn't want to know the rest of that sentence, and decided to ignore the guy.

Like that, her shopping trip had turned into a series of weird, somewhat forced interactions that made her question if she had come to a different convenience store. In the two years living in the neighborhood, guys had at best spared her one glance before going on with their lives, sometimes even bumping into her with an annoying "Sorry, dude." That made her want to correct them, but she figured they weren't worth her time, anyway.

Before she even made it to the cashier, Xilimyth had gotten more awkward smiles, waves and compliments than her ego knew what to do with. Even the usually sullen cashier was bagging her stuff up fast and energetically for a change.

She stepped out with her bags after paying, turning back to look at the store inside, then back ahead at her road back home, and stopped briefly to look at her chest. "I wish I could say I just stepped outside of the Twilight Zone, but that really all happened because of my boobs, didn't it...?" she chuckled a little, starting back home. Now she finally understood why the bookstore people had been acting so strange with her. Her other shirt had been tighter and low-cut, so she must've been rocking quite the cleavage, but she had been too winded from her run getting there to notice! What a difference half a cup size could make!

"Well thank you, Mother Nature," Xilimyth said with a sing-song tone, taking on a confident stride as she went back home with a pep in her step. Vacations had only started and she was already having a blast. It was getting late though, so her plans quickly became making a nice and easy soup for dinner and then starting on her novel with the coffee she had been denied earlier.

Paintball wasn't happening until 11, so she would be able to sleep in. And with all of the day's excitement, Xilimyth knew she'd sleep like a kitten.

Of all the things Xilimyth could say she had underestimated in recent memory, she had to go with forgetting just how much physical exertion paintball actually meant. Her group had decided to make it a capture the flag game between their company's DevOps and Accounting departments, 5 members on each team. The amount of running around made her sad she didn't have that energizing super milk for breakfast that morning!

Her team had lost the first round, but had come around on the second. Two of her teammate co-workers never missed Paintball Sundays, so she was in admiration at their game-honed reflexes and agility. She wished she had been able to pull off some deciding move to turn the tide of combat, but the truth was she was struggling to keep up. Just like the bat on the accounting team, her wings made it difficult to sneak up on people and she had to keep herself hidden behind tall trees to avoid sticking out, but fortunately appendage shots did not count and were discouraged. In turn, those with flight were banned from taking flight for unfair advantage. Even with the equalizing terms however, she had been eliminated twice already.

Xilimyth's vest and her right knee-guard had dregs of yellow and pink paint from the previous two matches. They were on the tie-break match. This was her last chance to get something done. But that was going to be a tall order. They had lost two teammates in this round and their flag had already been taken once. Although their crack shot had managed to take down the enemy's carrier to recover the team's precious item, they had lost him to their opponent's sniper. Now the group of 3 was waddling through the tall shrubbery and amidst the trees while protecting their own flag as they made a move into enemy territory.

"Anyone on our six, Xili?" asked Riley. She was a possum with a size advantage thanks to her stocky proportions and small stature, and thus the one ideal to be carrying their flag.

"These guys sure love their sneak attacks," Gaston, a coyote in his thirties, was like Xilimyth in the sense that he hardly got any practice playing. His expression was communicating exhaustion, but the grip in his paintball gun was firm as they stalked between trees.

Xilimyth shook her head in response after a quick glance, heart racing from the adrenaline. Riley was one of their two star-players and despite her size she managed to be intimidating when she got competitive.

"There's the number nerds," Riley let out a silent hiss as she peeked out from behind a tree at the boulder the accountants were defending. From their elevated position, they had a good look at the enemy flag still firmly planted down and held up around the base by some rocks. "I'm counting three. Dang," she muttered in a low voice, rising three of her fingers back at her teammates. A plan was formulating in her head.

Looking back at Xilimyth and Gaston, Riley's nostrils flared in exasperation, as she wanted to use sign language to communicate her strategy but realized they hadn't had the time to teach them yet. She walked closer and made a hand gesture for them to crouch so she didn't have to raise her voice, "Was hoping more would be out searching for us... But if they're turtling like that they probably are expecting us to be clumped together." She spoke slowly and quietly, and her fierce gaze might as well made her look like a battlefield behemoth instead of the four foot shortstack she was.

"Three on three, huh?" Gaston sighed, "With one of them hunting our asses, coming from god-knows-where."

"Which is why we don't have time!" Riley interrupted, speaking through her teeth. "Now are we gonna kick nerd butt or what?"

"Riley, we're programmers, we are the nerds," Gaston remarked.

"They're number nerds," Riley corrected, "We're the nerds that make things go. So let's make this go. Alright? I need this win so that I can rub it in Shirley's face. Bitch keeps counting the bagels I eat on break, I swear."

Xilimyth and Gaston exchanged uneasy glances. It was impossible to get Riley off her competitive streak once it started, so they didn't even try. Xilimyth tried being goal oriented. "What's the plan, Riley?"

"Spread out between these two," the possum refocused, pointing at the trees on each side of the one she had been taking cover at, "Xili, you go far. You're slim and fast, so you're gonna take the flag. Wait for my signal, okay? We just need a small window for a distraction, and then Gaston and I will wail on their hineys." She glared sideways at Gaston, "Leave Shirley's perfect batty butt to me, you hear?"

"Sometimes I can't tell if she wants to murder Shirley or to stick her tongue in her you-know-what," Gaston whispered down to Xilimyth as he shuffled away to his tree, the sordid comment forcing the dracocheetah to stifle a giggle with a paw to her mouth.

Xilimyth looked at the significantly less amused Riley with a nervous smile and finally nodded at her plan. The hybrid's shins were killing her, but this was the chance to do something more exciting than getting knocked out half-way in each game; and win or lose this was the last push anyway. Crouching low and folding in her wings as much as she could, she slowly made her way to her designated spot while Gaston hung back at his.

Riley moved to position and patiently observed the defensive trio, carefully scoping out who was farther away from the other two. "C'mon, turn around..." the possum muttered, trigger finger at the ready. She was planning on shooting some bushes on the other side of the enemy base to prompt them to investigate, but when one wasn't looking in her direction it was the other two.

It was a tricky situation, but at the same time it was making Xilimyth experience the kind of excitement she had been hoping for her vacations. She wished to be the one to win the game and this was her opportunity. Her ears were sharply tuned to Riley's voice, ready for that signal. She had her game face on and wouldn't let anyone come in between her and victory. She could feel the competitive spirit taking over! Unfortunately, she could also feel the barrel of a gun at her back between her wings.

"Got'cha again, kitty." Hunter was aptly named solely for this kind of game. Two for three, the jaguar accountant had been the one striking Xilimyth out the entire match and this was looking to be the third takedown. One would think Hunter must've wanted the last one to feel like she had been his helpless little prey in all three games, managing to dramatically sneak up on her like this.

But all that meticulous stealthy approach had managed to do was make the dracat jump in shock. "Ahh!" yelped Xilimyth, letting go of her gun and pushing herself away from the tree with a shove that made the trunk groan and the ground below her shudder.

Everybody suddenly knew where the dracocheetah was, but the tree was shielding her from the aim of those down below. "Wait, Xili...!" was all Riley managed to say before she realized Hunter had gotten the drop on her ace in the hole. But then something weird happened.

In hastily turning around to face Hunter, Xilimyth's wings knocked Hunter's gun away from his hands since he didn't have it strapped. Riley witnessed as Xilimyth planted her hands and feet down to stabilize herself against the tree, widening her eyes in horror as she heard something snap and watched the dirt of the overhang under the tree begin to crumble. "Careful!" she yelled, ducking against her cover just before a pellet hit sticking out shoulder.

Everything was happening so fast that Xilimyth couldn't react in time. At first she seemed to be safe, but there was a concerned Hunter stretching his paw out at her, confusing her. Before she knew it the base of that old tree had snapped under her weight and she was falling back alongside the collapsing trunk. Her feet slipped on the crumbling dirt and she had no time to move out of the way, much less grab Hunter's paw. "Watch out below!" she managed to scream as her claws dug down onto the tree bark to avoid falling off. But she couldn't land with the tree; if it rolled she'd get crushed underneath!

"Jump out of the way, jump out of the way...!" the hybrid shouted in her mind, finally rolling herself out of the way before the tree hit the ground down below. Xilimyth tumbled less than gracefully, ending submerged in a sea of branches and leaves. Fortunately, all three of the defenders had been a fair distance away from the impact.

"Holy shit..." Gaston came out of hiding with the same look of shock as everybody else. "Hey, Shirls! Is she okay?!"

Shirley threw her gun around her back, walking over the fallen tree, "Oh my God. Xilimyth, are you there?" she said, branches snapping under her boots as she checked around the boulder which had been hidden by the treetop.

"I'm fine!" came Xilimyth's voice from the branches. And then something shot out from between the leaves.

Riley's eyes widened as she noticed a metal pole landing next to her feet, the accountants' flag hanging from it. "Xili, you crazy bitch! WOOHOO!" the possum cried out, quickly ripping the flag off the pole before running off with it.

"Wuh-HEY!" Shirley shouted, "Hunter! HUNTER! Pick up your jaw and shoot them, damnit!" the bat cried out, narrowly missing the possum and instead taking her frustration out by hitting the coyote just standing there.

"Really, woman?!" the chest-painted Gaston threw his arms out in frustration.

"Why aren't we in time-out?!" Hunter groaned, still stunned since he had seen what looked like a 110-pound winged cheetah shove a fucking tree off a slope with her bare hands. The jaguar needed to break into a mad dash to get their target back. He tried a few potshots but Riley was far too slippery and too small a target.

"Everything's fair in love and war, pussycat!" Riley taunted in a sing-song voice all the way back to their camp, running faster than one would expect for such a stubby-legged marsupial. In an unexpectedly exciting turnabout, DevOps had beaten Accounting.

Xilimyth was able to hear her possum coworker's pumped-up screams of victory from the branches of the fallen tree all the way back at the enemy base. She had a smile on her exhausted face.

The recreational center offered paintball teams locker rooms equipped with pretty decent showers for a post-game rinsing. After a heated discussion between team leaders about the result of that last game, everyone had decided to get the muck and paint off their fur. It was just Riley, Shirley and Xilimyth at the girls' lockers, and the latter could still hear the former two who had gone on ahead bickering in the showers.

On the other side of the girls' lockers, Xilimyth had yet to catch her breath at one of the benches, taking her time unstrapping all the protective gear off her clothes. She discarded her vest and elbow guards down on the floor, unzipping her hoodie. Before she slid it off though, she noticed the sleeves were catching on her arm. "More snug than it was in the morning..." she murmured, reaching to hold onto the hoodie's wrist to pull it up while she pulled her arm back again. This time she felt the fabric brushing over her biceps and triceps and she stopped immediately.

"Why does my arm feel... lumpy?" the dracocheetah let go of the hoodie and instead palmed down on her arm. Xilimyth tentatively flexed her arm, gasping as she felt an unfamiliar rise of hardening muscle engorging with blood. She immediately relaxed her arm and this time she hastily went on to pull the sleeve of her hoodie off, and then the other. With the heavy apparel off and only her snug tank top on, Xilimyth was amazed to see toned muscle decorating her once slender extremities. "Holy cheese and crackers, I got biceps!" she chirped in shock.

"Hell yeah, sister!" a naked, dripping wet Riley celebrated, surprising Xilimyth. "Oof!" the possum groaned as a towel hit her from the side, covering most of her small body.

"You're getting possum water everywhere, someone has to clean that up, y'know," Shirley smiled at her accuracy and Riley's grumbling. But she also was marveled by Xilimyth's flexing. "Jeez, when did you start lifting? I thought all you programmers exercised were your fingers. Oh," she turned to look down at Riley, "No offense, Xilimyth."

"Bitch," Riley said from under the towel as she dried off. "But no, yeah, wow. You're looking great, Xili. Wish you'd told me you had started the gym, I've been looking for a partner so that I can start myself. It's a drag to go alone... and seeing you flexing those guns, makes me wanna go!"

"Now I understand how that tree fell. Wish I'd known you had She-Hulk on your team, shrimp. That was a clever, but dirty tactic," Shirley said as she picked her clothes out of her locker, slipping into her panties with a little shake of her wide hips. The jiggling of her rump was a bit hypnotic, so Xilimyth glanced away before she was caught staring.

"Shu-She-Hulk?!" the dracocheetah's cheeks went red with embarrassment. Her muscles felt strong, but they certainly weren't up to that level. For a brief moment however, Shirley's comment made Xilimyth picture herself a whole foot taller and significantly beefier, six-packs, leotard-stretching body; the works. The mental image was tantalizing, but her small curves probably would make her mannish looking; it wouldn't work.

"She's kidding, Xili," Riley laughed, finally putting the towel down and began to get dressed as well. "And probably jealous of my tactical mind."

"It's envious, and no I'm not. Plus who's going to believe you ordered somebody to knock over a tree? Thing was probably rotting, hmph." Shirley scoffed at the mocking possum and turned her attention on Xilimyth who was finally resuming to undress again. "So, got any routine in particular you do? 'cause it's looking effective."

"I uh..." Xilimyth wanted to be honest. She had no idea what half of the things at a gym did. But how was she going to explain what even she didn't understand? One day she's her usually mildly athletic yet indubitably scrawny self, and now she was sporting small yet pretty defined muscles across her arms. "Just... doing some stuff at home, yeah," she giggled nervously when she noticed her bosom seemed definitely perkier than the day before, as well. Perhaps a result of her slightly more defined pectorals making them stick out prominently. Even her legs, now that she had dropped her joggers, appeared thicker than in the morning.

With Shirley and Riley popping more questions while looking at her so intently, Xilimyth finally decided the attention was too much. "Gonna jump into the shower now, okay? I'll see you two around, say hi to everybody!" she said and zipped naked towards the shower room.

"You're not coming to lunch with the guys?" Shirley asked curiously.

"I-I think I twisted my ankle a little back there," Xilimyth lied. She hadn't brought any heavy clothes other than what now needed a good wash after paintball, and she really didn't want her coworkers staring at her and asking more questions. She needed breather. "Think I'll go straight home and put some ice on it!"

"Oh, 'kay," Riley huffed a little, "Take care, Xili! It was fun! Good thing you're still on vacay. Sucks that I gotta go to work tomorrow and smell morning bat-breath at the office, though."

The other two girls' voices became an unintelligible conversation as they went on ahead. Xilimyth sighed in relief under the hot water. She had lied about her twisted ankle, but she definitely wanted to be home as soon as possible; so after a quick rinse to take care of the sweat and grime, the fairly toned dracocheetah went to get dressed, packed her things and left in a hurry.

"Oh my God, this really is amazing."

Xilimyth was nude once again, this time in the comfort and privacy of her own home, looking at herself in a full-body mirror that she had pulled out from behind her bedroom closet. It was a piece of furniture that had come with the lease, but she had never bothered to use; and thus she had it stashed away to have a roomier space. It was the first time she had an excuse to pull the old thing back out, but this time, she hadn't had to ask her burly neighbor for help. This time, Xilimyth had been able to pull the hefty thing out all by herself.

She had received those compliments from her coworkers earlier but now that Xilimyth was looking at her own reflection there was so much good in everything she was seeing. It was the fifth time in a row she curled her arms up just to watch her biceps rise like small mountains. It was quite the dissonance between what she looked and what she could pull off, though. Xilimyth remembered her neighbor ending a little winded after moving the thickly framed full-body mirror around, and while she still agreed it was unnecessarily heavy, it hadn't been rough for her at all.

"I must be stronger than I look..." the dracocheetah murmured, relaxing her arms and posing sideways to get a good look at the rest of her body. Xilimyth had never been a chunky girl, but it was true she had had a cozy winter that made it hard to come out and exercise. She had begun noticing a little padding forming on her sides, but that was all gone now. It was almost like the extra fat had melted away in favor of the bare minimum of abdominal musculature showing hints of forming underneath her fur. As a result, this made her hips stick out more prominently, bringing attention to her always well-muscled thighs and toned rump. That area didn't look any different, as it would take more than one lazy winter to get rid of years of semi-regular jogging.

Tossing her long violet hair over her shoulder and turning around, Xilimyth glanced back to inspect her shoulders. Much like her biceps and triceps, her deltoid muscles appeared larger, making her shoulders look slightly bigger. Certainly, one simple run of her paws over her shoulders let her feel thickened cord underneath her skin, exciting her over the prospect of having a back as strong as her arms.

Strength. The word echoed in Xilimyth's mind, and the incident at the park played back like a crystal clear memory flashback in a movie. Her leaning against the tree, getting surprised by Hunter, panicking and turning around, tensing up and shoving back with her arms, and then falling together with the tree into that small overlook. "That tree might've been old, but it looked so sturdy. Just how tough am I, really?" she curiously mused while looking around the room for anything other than the mirror to test herself with.

Thoughts of picking up and breaking increasingly bigger things in two until she couldn't were easily displaced by mental reminders that she didn't have an unlimited amount of money to burn in order to replace them. Then she recalled what Riley and Shirley kept talking about earlier, "Maybe I could sign up for the gym for a while and test myself. Plus..." she grinned, reaching down to pat her tummy, smiling at her reflection, "What if I can get a six-pack too? I'd look so good, so..." she paused the circular motions on her belly, eyes going from waist to bust as she felt an unfamiliar brushing against the sides of her chest. She resumed the circular motions on her belly, watching gentle impacts between her inadvertently bulging biceps and her full B-cups.

"No way..." Xilimyth breathed out in shock at the positively jiggling mounds at her chest. Immediately, she dropped everything and threw herself at her closet, desperately looking for a bra. "Ahh!" she gasped as the drawer she pulled came out flying, hitting and denting the wall above her bed a little. Her fur stood on end, startled at her own brute strength. "Be... gentler..." she quietly told herself while trying to calm down. Fortunately, the dent in the wall wasn't major and, more importantly, the drawer hadn't exploded into wooden splinters. Unfortunately, her two remaining clean bras were now at opposite corners of her bedroom. She went to pick them up alongside the drawer, setting them on her bed before she walked back in front of the mirror carrying one of her bras in hand.

Xilimyth knew they were going to be tight considering what had occurred the day before, but she didn't expect having such difficulty strapping it on. "C'mon and hold together you stupid bra..." she spoke words she never thought she'd speak, but the dracocheetah had never once thought she'd ever be staring at her creamy white bosoms filling her cups out this well. Too well in fact. She was at least a size and a half too much for her brassiere! Xilimyth could feel the extra weight in her chest now that it was testing the capacity of her bra with her bigger breasts. It was oddly delightful, if a hilariously mismatched visual on her reflection. "These have to be almost as big as Shirley's... not bad!" she began to grin. "Better late than never, estrogen!"

After a bit of posing in the mirror and playfully bouncing her boobs, and getting flustered by how tight her bra felt, Xilimyth finally came to a conclusion. "I think..." she started, biting her lips and finally allowing her chest to breathe when she unstrapped her bra, "...I'll need to go clothes shopping before I go to the gym." She dropped her stretched out brassiere on the floor, stretching and yawning. The day's exercise was finally starting to take its toll on her. All of the excitement over her own body had truly made her forget just how much she had been running around.

With her plans made, Xilimyth ate a quick salad and pasta dish before hopping into bed to read. She didn't get past the third paragraph from the previous day's bookmark.

Sleeping in was the best thing about vacations. Xilimyth didn't have to get up until around 10am which was when her eyes opened without the aid of her smartphone alarm. She took her time with breakfast, having woken up with surprisingly large appetite.

Unlike the bookstore and the general store, the only mall she knew that carried clothes she would like was pretty far away, so made sure to add a bunch of carbs to get her energy up for the day. French toast to go with her bacon and eggs, and she even threw in a hearty bowl of cereal. By the time she got to the latter, she realized how bland the dairy tasted now after the heavenly flavor she had sampled before.

"It's from Jebediah's Barn, too," the dracocheetah pouted a little, shaking the almost empty carton she had picked out from her shopping trip two days ago. "I guess that nice janitor lady did say that extra yummy milk wasn't available for the general public yet... Maybe I can get some more if I go talk with her?" Xilimyth tried to remember what she had read about the tours and realized she'd have to wait until Saturday. It's not like she was in any hurry, anyway. She had another shopping trip to get to, first and foremost!

Xilimyth had never been one to get excited over buying new clothes, but her new proportions not only were begging for an updated wardrobe, curiosity about her strength was finally the excuse she had been waiting for to buy bold sportsy wear. Earbuds in place, the tunes began to playback and she was on her way over to the mall on the other side of downtown.

Half an hour later, Xilimyth was ascending the beige steps leading to the massive three-story tall shopping mall. There was a two-theater cinema on the second floor, with a gigantic and varied food court on the first. So much variety that it encouraged locals to rotate their dining, as Xilimyth liked to do each time she had the opportunity to come. She had passed on Caesar Chicken last time, perhaps she'd have to give it a go later.

Upon arriving at the escalator offload at the center of the mall, Xilimyth got a good look and noted that for such late morning hours on a Monday, the mall was fairly replete. Probably because it was almost lunch time. She had had breakfast only a little while ago, yet as she took the ascending escalator to the first floor the idea of sitting down to chow down made her stomach rumble. "Stop staring at the yummy pictures, Xilimyth, shopping comes first." She told herself, tearing her eyes off the menu items on the various signs at the food court.

The clothing store she usually went to only had one customer in it. Xilimyth saw the usual clerk she talked to, a gothic hyena by the name of Priya, but she was busy tending to a dingo guy who appeared overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices to get for his girlfriend as a gift. The dracocheetah turned to the second clerk, a new hire it looked like; but then again it was the fourth month since she'd bought new clothes.

The nametag on the second clerk read Rhonda. Filling out a chic outfit was a delightfully fluffy Persian cat with blonde hair as puffy as her pristine white fur. Rhonda was leaning on her elbows at the counter by the cash-register, blowing a pink bubble of gum while lazily sliding her long-nailed finger over her smartphone.

"She looks bored, must be a slow day..." Xilimyth thought to herself, a bit intimidated by the cold and distant Rhonda who hadn't even bothered to look up from her phone to greet a new customer. With Priya otherwise engaged, Xilimyth began to feel a little anxious. For a moment, she felt like going away and coming back when hyena was free. Then Rhonda's bubblegum burst and it made Xilimyth jump in place with a little squeak.

Taking notice and slowly moving her eyes up from her phone, Rhonda met Xilimyth, sucked the remains of her chewing gum back in and finally said: "Welcome to Florian's," in the most deadpan, monotonous tone one could expect from a young, Monday-jockeying retail employee during a slow morning. Xilimyth felt like a cold wind going through her, but she shrugged it off.

"Hu-hey, hi!" the dracocheetah forced a smile, taking a few steps towards the counter so as not to be yelling from the entrance. Priya perked up from the sound of her voice and offered her a little wave before going back to her customer. Damn, the hybrid thought, having half-hoped she'd switch places with Rhonda.

"Nice hair," the blonde said, catching Xilimyth off guard. "That natural?"

Xilimyth quietly nodded, still a little wary. It was hard to tell if that compliment had been backhanded or not, so she just went with it. "Thank you. So um, Rhonda," she paused to eye the nametag again for a moment, "I was hoping to look through the sports collection? Like shorts and sports bras. Also, gotta replace..." she paused again, still finding it hard to believe what she was about to say, so she had to do a double take, "...replace regular bras, so can you fetch me some to try on?"

Rhonda was wearing a quirked eyebrow at hybrid's mannerisms, but other than that her nonplussed expression it was hard to tell if she was going through any solid emotion. "Sure," she simply said, put her phone away and walked to the back with her big fluffy tail trailing behind her. Before leaving, she turned and practically cleaved her green eyes upon the dracocheetah. "So what size?"

"O-oh!" Xilimyth had a 'duh' moment, but she stopped herself from answering too hastily. She was about to ask for an AA-cup when she perfectly knew those were going to squeeze her breathless. "I'm a Buh-B..." she stammered with a growing, uneasy grin, "Uh... bring a few over 33, please. Band is probably a bit bigger than I remember. I've been putting on some weight lately!" she blushed. Technically not a lie.

One couldn't have imagined Rhonda was capable of smiling by the way she just closed her eyes, sighed through her nose and nodded. Her left index pointed to one of the shop's corners before she disappeared, "Gym wear is over there, knock yourself out. Be backs with the underwear."

"...thanks," Xilimyth muttered, starting towards the racks. In a swift self-conscious check, she brought her long violet ponytail around and checked it for messy curls, giving it gentle brushes before tossing it back around. "She was probably sincere," she giggled a little to herself. Apathetic teens could be so intimidating.

Five minutes into browsing, Xilimyth had picked out a couple ensembles she could see herself in at the gym, as well as a few new shirts. She was feeling a little braver too, so one of the three featured a lower cut. With Rhonda taking her time in the back, Xilimyth took one of the two empty changing booths and drew the curtain behind her.

"This is snug, but pretty comfy..." she thought to herself, checking herself out from different angles in the first gym outfit. Xilimyth was surprised by the form fitting spandex hugging her hips and marking her round, toned rump. Pulling a few rudimentary leg stretches and after a couple of squats, Xilimyth was pleased with the gym shorts fabric's flexibility. Plus, it didn't feel as sticky and hot as she thought it would feel. The dark purple and black pattern also made her scoff at the idea of trying any other color.

Next, she tucked her wings in and pressed them together in a vertical line in order to expose as much of her back as she could while peering back at her reflection. Glancing back, Xilimyth felt herself getting warmer around her face as she lifted her arms to flex, sticking a bicep-exposing pose to test the flexibility of the sports bra. Much like with the shorts, the spandex hugged her bust nicely and it gently stretched over her flexing trapezoid muscles without snagging the wing holes against her wing bases. "Looks good and is comfy too!" she immediately stopped flexing, turning around to give herself a good frontal once over, "Could get used to the athletic look, too," she smiled, twisting her waist to and fro, eyes dancing over her petite yet toned figure, feeling so at home with her new proportions.

Decided with her new outfit of choice, Xilimyth thought she'd begin trying on bras, but Rhonda had yet to return. She peeked out from behind the curtains and saw Priya dealing with a couple of new customers and pouted. Her expression soured when on the other side of the counter she caught Rhonda absentmindedly poking a box while on the phone. That box, Xilimyth assumed, had the bras, and as for the call her bet was on either some national emergency that couldn't be postponed for a paying customer, or Rhonda was setting up her weekend plans already. It was hard to tell with that permanently unperturbed expression on her face.

Stuffing herself back into the changing room, Xilimyth looked down at the stool with the other gym outfit which was lite-blue instead of dark purple, and the three shirts stacked on top. "Guess I can try on the new shirts while I wait," she shrugged, carefully removing her sports bra before throwing on the first plain shirt on.

Now that she was wearing something that was undersized, Xilimyth could immediately tell the difference. "My 'old' clothes are small..." she whispered, holding the fabric against her tummy while sticking her chest out, checking herself sideways again. Back to the front, two lines of fabric above her chest were the reminder it was there, something her old bust size could never do. "No wonder the boys are paying so much more attention. Even I'm starting to think they look good on me!" she giggled to herself.

Emboldened, she took off her shirt and skipped the second to go for the third one with the low cut. "Oh snap." Xilimyth couldn't help smiling. Her interest in clothes wasn't anything beyond what was necessary, so her tastes in fashion weren't as keen as other girls', but even she could see what an alluring pair those little squishy fluff balls smothering the top side of her open shirt made. "I got kitty cleavage!" she couldn't hold her excitement back, bringing her hands up from her narrow waist to her boobs. She gently pressed them together, toying with the depth of that cleavage after discovering how amusing it was.

In fact, Xilimyth couldn't hold herself back from cupping her breasts and giving them an experimental fondle. "Ahhh... they're so soft..." she instantly concluded, realizing she hadn't given her new chest any physical attention since it so graciously had decided to sneak in into her life. Or maybe out, depending on one's perspective.

Indeed, the feeling of weighty mass where before was none was only matched by the pleasant stimulus derived from such a little touch. Xilimyth was exploring nerve endings which had become inflamed by the addition of aesthetically pleasing fatty tissue, spreading warmth and arousal down to her loins and up her spine. "Who knew this could feel so good? Ahh... I thought it was just my nipples that felt good when I... mmm..." quickly reminding herself where she was, the hybrid pressed her lips together, trying her hardest to keep her moans and squeaks down to a minimum,

But Xilimyth couldn't stop fondling her chest; it felt so good and it was making her heat up. She bit her lips to stifle any noise, but soon her pupils started to gradually thin out in surprise. She was heating up for sure, but that warmth was gathering exclusively at her chest. The temperature wasn't even being contributed by her fingers. "I'm buh-burning up...?" she cast doubt into the situation, but the odd sensation kept swelling up and soon enough, so was she.

It was like a little crawling sensation at first, spreading over her breasts like a million of microscopic ants doing their little parade under her skin. An unfamiliar and initially disturbing feeling that made her heart race and her breathing speed up. "What's going on?" Xilimyth asked nobody in particular without expecting any immediate answer, but she did get an unexpected one.

Digits were no longer applying pressure, but pressure was starting to gradually push back against them. She watched incredulously as her fingers were being displaced by her slowly swelling chest. Her flaccid grip almost slipping, Xilimyth sought to confirm what she was sensing so she groped. Feline pupils thinned out to the width of a hair strand as she was inundated by shock and awe. There was more heft in her paws than there used to be, and that heft was only being added to.

It was such an alien feeling. In trying to describe it, Xilimyth's mind likened it to being filled up in the same manner one's cheeks bloat when they hold too much liquid in one's mouth. Except she was drinking nothing and the sensation began and ended in her breasts. Yes, those B-cups which she was barely starting to get used to were growing larger still.

It wasn't her imagination playing tricks on her, either. Clear proof was standing across from her inside of the changing room mirror. As she felt, so she saw. From the bottom, she felt the rim of her low-cut shirt sliding up her hips and into her waist region, being lifted by the additional inch of bust she had just added.

Xilimyth was having a hard time deciding whether to look at her deepening cleavage or at its reflection on the mirror's surface. All it took was one glance at the crevice to make her decide she wished to get a better look at what was happening down there, letting go of her grip yet switching to palm her boobs from below; she was really fond of feeling their increasing weight for some reason. The exposing cut of her shirt had quickly gone from tasteful to revealing, and was now creeping into the obscene territory. Like balloons stuffed in a tight bag, each swelling globe of creamy white furred flesh seemed intent on popping out.

"This is insane... I have to be a C-cup right now!" Xilimyth's mind raced, yet rather than fear of the unknown she seemed to be enticed by it now, eager, in fact, to see where this phenomenon was headed. And that direction was none other than sound. It began as a little tension at first, but with that constantly expanding bust, the horizontal stretch lines in the fabric of Xilimyth's new shirt became much more prevalent. An exercise in testing the shirt's elasticity which was soon not going very well for it. And she felt and heard it behind her as well. The shirt wasn't merely riding up her belly, the top was digging into her shoulders as well, pulled by weight which had no bra support.

"Mnnghh... getting too big," Xilimyth realized far too late, shifting her grip to her waist and collar in order to strip, but the paralyzing pleasure of her enlarging bosom made her fingers clumsily slip and force her to readjust multiple times. In the end, she came to terms with the fact she was so physically and emotionally hooked into the process that she couldn't do anything but watch her own reflection grow bustier by the second.

"Get bigger..." Xilimyth silently hoped, pupils starting to dilate with love for what she was experiencing. Trepidation melted in favor of admiration for the sight of her shirt failing to contain her enlarging rack. It was getting noisier as well: The sound of fabric hopelessly attempting to hold back the advancing amount of breast would have been horrible any other day, but at that moment it was just right.

Bigger the dracocheetah's breasts inflated, and with each passing moment the threat of spillage became more and more real. Like fluffy marshmallows each tit seemed intent on squeezing out of that ill-fitting shirt, their increasing size making their weight unbearable to what had become a makeshift bra to Xilimyth. She could even see the her proportionately larger nipples poking through.

Xilimyth licked her lips, slowly closing her eyes, her fingers twitching in place. "More..." she begged, ears standing up to catch that inevitable shredding noise that was about to occur. Pressure had gathered so much around the D-cups in that sorely outsized piece of clothing that it now looked painted around the girl's immense chest. The feeling of expansion, however, seemed to gradually grind to a stop, disappointing the hooked hybrid.

However, the fact her bosom had seemingly gotten tired of swelling did not change the fact there was far too much weight for her strained shirt. Xilimyth caught one of the biggest tension spots where the fabric seemed to pull the hardest and saw it split with her fur poking out through. This happened multiple times across the surface of the shirt over the course of two seconds. Pop. Pop. Pop. And finally... Rip.

Xilimyth couldn't hold back a squeak. She thought she had been mentally prepared for the eventuality of that poor, overgrown shirt coming apart but she didn't saw it happening so explosively. Her breasts were like two mighty beasts escaping eternal confinement, tearing through the damaged shirt and finally forcing it to split down the middle as they busted out to promised freedom. "Oh God...!" she breathed out, finally feeling pulled down by the weight of her expanded mammaries. It was all Xilimyth could do to catch her fluffy ladies and prevent them from wobbling all over!

Each globe had grown so much it was the size of an over-ripe grapefruit, a far cry from what her petite bust used to be. "Juh-Jeez, loo-look at me, hehe...!" Xilimyth had to laugh at her own reflection. All that pleasure had made her toss her head around so much her bangs were half-blinding her and now she looked like she was trying to desperately steal melons from a supermarket. "These are some super soft and squishy melons..." she murmured to herself with a little bit of cheeky pride as she shook the clinging fabric off her tits, in a way relieved by the lack of confining pressure.

"Yo, everything okay?"

A chill went up Xilimyth's spine and she had to bite her tongue down to prevent herself from screaming. She finally recalled where she was, and ironically began to lament the fact Rhonda hadn't found another dozen distractions to keep her from doing her job. "Uh..." she stammered, quickly pulling the remains of her shirt off before hiding it behind her. "Yuh-yeah! Everything's okay."

"Yeah? Think I heard you moaning in there. Lady, there's a bathroom down the..."

"Wuh...? Nuh-no, no no no!" Xilimyth desperately said, never mind the fact she couldn't quit groping her fattened-up breasts. "I just... stubbed my toe is all!"

"Right," Rhonda didn't seem interested in pursuing discussion, which made Xilimyth breathe out in relief. "Got you the Buh-B-cups you wanted," she mocked in what Xilimyth assumed the Persian cat found a friendly tone. "Need help fitting them?"

Xilimyth was speechless. She looked down at the huge headlights in her grasp. She was holding more than handfuls and wearing a B-cup bra suddenly felt like a joke to her. "Right so um... this is gonna sound silly but uh..." The curtain moved slightly as Xilimyth poked her head out with a nervous little grin, "...I gave you my measurements wrong. Could you fetch me some DDs, instead? I... uh..." her commissures lifted into an increasingly difficult smirk, "...I think I put on more weight than I expected."

Rhonda perked one of her eyebrows up with silent derision once more. "DD-cups, really? How do you mess up a B for a Holy Cow those are big." The cat stopped talking as a defeated Xilimyth pushed the curtain out with a pout. It was just enough to show Rhonda her immense breasts being kept decent only by her arm holding them across the center, hiding nipples from view.

The curtains closed up to Xilimyth's face again. She looked at Rhonda in the eye and Rhonda looked back at her dubiously. Xilimyth pleaded with a friendly although shaky grin. The Persian's expression became nonplussed again. "That's some heavy jacket you like wearing, lady." She said before turning around and bringing the box of B-cup bras back.

With a sigh of relief, Xilimyth stepped back into the changing room and dropped her arm, whining a little as her weighty rack bounced and wobbled, each boob bumping into each other. "Oof. Now I know why they call them knockers..." she stopped the jostling with her hands, pushing those big lady lumps together slightly before gently letting them go again. "Aw jeez," she remembered, poked her head out of the curtain again and yelled: "And bring me a bigger sports bra too, please!" she paused, glancing back and down at her now too-small, once comfy sports bra. "In dark purple...!" she added.

Clothes shopping had never been this exciting for Xilimyth.

After getting everything in bigger size and paying up, lamenting the shirt she had accidentally torn to shreds, Xilimyth didn't feel like lingering back at the supermarket any longer than she needed. Her stomach told her to stay at the food court, but the stares she was getting told her different. With her absolutely outsized old clothes in a spare bag, she was now getting used to filling several more inches of bust inside her new DD-cup bra. And carrying a knee-obscuring shelf ahead of her in a modest shirt that she knew was a good fit yet it felt like it was making her chest stick out all the more.

Three shopping bags more encumbered, Xilimyth decided to hail a cab to get back home as fast and comfy as possible. Three cabs had become available the second her paw went up while at the curb and she was totally aware it was because her jacket wouldn't zip up all the way anymore. Fortunately, the guy got it in one that she wasn't looking to date.

And then she was in her apartment. Bags dropped to the floor and she laid back against her door, breathing in and out, chest heaving as she fully zipped her jacket. Xilimyth hadn't done any strenuous physical activity since she had come back, yet she was panting and smiling about it. "That was so exciting. I don't think I've seen guys and girls stare at me like that before, not even back at the bookstore or the convenience store!" she giggled to herself.

Reaching up, she began to bounce those enlarged mammaries, easily amused by their bounciness. "They're so hefty. Feels grrrreat..." the dracocheetah purred. "But why are they growing this much?" she questioned, wondering if there was something seriously wrong with her body and she wasn't seeing it, distracted by how great she looked.

The experience had been amazing, as well. Xilimyth hadn't had the chance to properly enjoy herself back at the mall, confined in that little chamber room much like how her chest had been trapped in that itty bitty shirt. As her thoughts drifted back to the moment she was feeling and seeing her breasts enlarging before her very eyes, Xilimyth felt herself getting weak in the knees. "Nuh-no, wait," she released the pressure on her bosom, biting her lip and closing her eyes to calm herself.

She breathed in and out, "Isn't this too good to be true? What if it happens again and I get too big for clothes...?" her ears drooped at the potential embarrassment. Somehow this brought images of the permanently nonplussed Rhonda to the front of her thoughts. In retrospect she was thankful Priya who knew her measurements had been too busy to assist her, and was out to lunch by the time she had finished with Rhonda. Explaining this to people in her life without knowing what had caused her tits to balloon out like this was going to be tough!

Glancing down at the bag with her two gym outfits, Xilimyth pouted. This was no time to be thinking about testing and showing off her sweet nice muscles. Getting into the habit of taking care of her own health was something she had always wanted to do, and although it had started feeling right at first, she agreed she had to take it slowly if her body was going to be this unpredictable!

Although it scared her a little, Xilimyth finally decided to set up a doctor's appointment.

She spent the next few days at home, monitoring her body and researching online for quick and safe home exercises to do to start getting used to her eventual visit to the gym. She had even bought a measuring tape to keep watch of her figure, and couldn't believe how much she felt her ego being stroked every day when she took notes about her bust size. The first few days it wasn't getting any bigger from what she could tell, but there was that creeping sensation in the back of her mind that they were gradually enlarging when she wasn't paying attention. On the fourth day after the mall incident, she noticed a quarter of an inch increase which she would've missed without her measuring tape. Part of her was concerned since she had only just updated her wardrobe, but a newly developed excitement made her wiggle in place each time she thought about busting out of her shirt by being too big.

But numbers weren't where she was reminded how busty she now was. Every minor outing started to feel like a little adventure, where a self-conscious Xilimyth would go take care of a chore or buy things and the staring would begin anew. At first it felt disturbing, but what was perhaps the most disturbing thing was how quickly she got used to it. On her third outing, she wasn't even bothering to cover up, and by the fourth she was already wearing the larger version of the low-cut t-shirt she had destroyed back at the mall.

It felt good to be admired so much, to give people pause. She even caught a few staring at her biceps! They weren't much to speak of when compared to her milk truck cheetah boobs, but they did lift her sleeves a little if she flexed them right and that was something she wanted more of. Xilimyth already knew what gym she wanted to go to.

Finally, the day for her appointment with the doctor came. She was embarrassed to outright ask about her massively increased bust line, so she got a regular check-up, passing it off as an early routine. To both her confusion and delight, Xilimyth was told that she was healthy as healthy could be and that if she was worried about her top weight, she could begin working out to alleviate any back pain.

She came out of the hospital relieved but also with a puzzled look in her face. "So there's nothing wrong with me..." she paused to examine herself, "And the doc said it'd help if I worked out..." Xilimyth began to grin, "Woohoo!" she jumped, pumping a fist in the air and making her rack bounce up and down, mere inches from brushing under her chin. "Wait," the dracocheetah turned back with a frown to look at the hospital behind her, "...did he actually call me fat?"

Then it was finally the day Xilimyth got her first subscription at the gym. Her hair was tied into a neat ponytail and she was bashfully breaking out her dark purple and black gym shorts and a tight-fitting sports bra. Even though by now she was used to the attention her rack tended to absorb, being at the gym with so many bodybuilders of both genders made her feel self-conscious about her own frame and how her build seemed lacking by comparison.

She was there to fix that!

It didn't take long for Xilimyth to meet her personal trainer, Emmet. He was a tall ferret with a swimmer's build and a surprisingly feminine mane of blond hair. After a brief and polite greeting, she was shown to a locker where she could put her things away and training began without delay.

The fact Emmet didn't seem concerned with Xilimyth's jiggling knockers was quite a difference from what she'd been experiencing for the past week. He still couldn't tear his eyes away from her body, but she suspected it was all business with the ferret, and that suited her just fine.

The trainer had her warm up on a rectangular mat that certainly felt comfier than the hard floor of her bedroom. Guiding her through a series of warmup exercises, Xilimyth was corrected so many times that she realized how even if she could find routines online, having someone spot your repetitions made a world of difference.

"Oof," Xilimyth puffed, collapsing on her back after the final set of sit-ups. "Okay, I definitely feel warm now," she joked with a little grin at Emmet, who offered his hand to help her up.

"Feels good, doesn't it? You didn't have good form starting out, but you pick it up quick," Emmet praised, motioning for the dracocheetah to follow him over to the machines. "Done this before, honey? You look pretty buff."

"Ahh, just some home exercising..." Xilimyth decided to omit she had only really started doing sit-ups and squats a week ago. She would've also tried out pushups but her enormous chest had made that amusingly difficult.

"Ever do pulleys before?" the ferret asked as he had Xilimyth sit down with her back to one of the long grip pulley machines. She shook her head no as Emmet crouched and stabbed the metal stake under two weight plates, stacking 20lbs. "Alright, sweetie, I saw you struggling a little with your upper body, so we're going to start with a few simple chest exercises, train your pectoral muscles?" he stood up and gently slid his hands up the arms of her wings, clicking his tongue, "Tuck them in to avoid hitting them. You want your hands on the far ends of the bar with a firm and confident grip..."

Xilimyth felt safe with all precautions, doing everything as her personal trainer told her. She gripped nice and tight, followed his palm gently sliding down between her wings as Emmet guided her to lean her back down while she was hanging from the bar, and finally seemed to be poised to begin. "Is this good...?" she asked, still unsure.

With a smile, the ferret stood out of the way and walked around to get a good view of the dracocheetah. "Excellent posture. Now, we..." he had to briefly stop as a sharp whistle got the trainer to turn his head and it even got Xilimyth's attention.

A pair of lumbering gym jocks were strutting on behind Emmet, a wolf and a tiger. Both with big and cocky smiles. "Lookin' good, beautiful! Come here often?" the wolf looking straight at Xilimyth's eyes grinned, bringing a little color to her cheeks. His friend seemed awfully interested in the dracocheetah's cleavage. She was so stunned all she managed was an awkward smile. Fortunately, they continued their trip over to the weight racks without making a nuisance of themselves.

"Obnoxious." Emmet huffed and turned back to Xilimyth as the two patrons continued on their way snickering at his glare. "Don't pay attention to them, honey. They're one harassment complaint away from me having them kicked out," he leaned in with a roguish smirk, "You can complain now." He giggled.

Xilimyth giggled back, but she didn't want any drama and shook her head. "It's okay. I'm kinda starting to get used to it..." her eyes widened a little when Emmet gave her a slightly disoriented stare, but she was quick to add: "...so about this exercise...? Do I just pull down?"

"Ah, yes," Emmet glanced up to ensure Xilimyth was still gripping the bar firmly and briefly approached to put a hand on her back, "You're tense, lean back and let your arms hold you up for now. You have to allow your muscles to tense up during exertion, and know when to relax. Good, like that." He smiled, satisfied when Xilimyth began to calm down, and returned to his spotter position. "Now, you're going to pull the bar towards your chest, and then..."

But Emmet's explanation was interrupted by a loud clang as the weighted plates zipped up and hit the top of the machine. Xilimyth gasped, flinching and letting go of the bar she had so hastily pulled down. Another loud clang made her sit up straight, squeaking. A few short lived laughs filled the immediate area over the blunder.

Emmet reached up to catch the bouncing bar, stabilizing it. He gave Xilimyth a patient look: "That's okay, darling. You're new at this. Didn't hurt yourself, right?"

"No... and sorry about that. It's just that I um..." Xilimyth twiddled her thumbs with a nervous laugh, "...thought it'd be heavier than that. Didn't know how hard I needed to... you know."

"Well, it's beginner weight, honey," Emmet laughed, but decided this was a good teaching opportunity about one's limits. "Would you like me to set it higher for you?" With the dracocheetah nodding at his question, Emmet walked around and moved the stake not one, not two, but ten plates lower, thus creating a 100lbs. stack.

Emmet had never met someone whose expectations couldn't be tempered by giving them significantly increased weight when they were just starting out as a way to teach them patience. Emmet, of course, had never met Xilimyth. That is why when he stood in front of her to encourage her to do her best as she tried to pull the bar down, his jaw had difficulties going back up. In one tug as swift as the first one she had attempted... clang! Clang!

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The wolf and tiger from earlier had stopped their workout to observe that cute and well-endowed newbie mess up, but neither had expected such a display of raw strength. The tiger that had been drinking from his water bottle ended up so shocked he splashed his own chest instead of his mouth. Maybe they wanted to be a little more careful with their flirting.

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"Sorry, sorry!" Xilimyth frantically apologized, though this time she hadn't let go of the bar. She was holding onto it for dear life, standing off her seat after pushing the bar back up and the 10 stack back down.

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"O-oh my..." the ferret looked distraught. What a powerhouse that girl was! He understood that it was his expectations which had been tempered at this time. But Emmet shook it off, walked in patiently again and took the bar away from Xilimyth, asking her to step off. "Honey, we're going to need work on holding that strength back a little. The equipment has to survive us, alright?" he said with a little laugh while checking the machine out for any outstanding damage after such a loud metallic clash. Fortunately, there were no dents.

Xilimyth's heart was racing. Less at her evident lack of discipline and more at a dawning realization. "I knew it! I'm stronger than I look..." she deduced in her head. "Knew that tree falling down a week back had been no fluke. Heck, I shouldn't have this easy a time moving around with boobs this big!" she frowned, glancing down at her snugly contained breasts. "Now if I can just look the part..." she looked past Emmet and at the two gym bros from earlier to admire their physiques from a distance, noting they were turned away from her.

"Alright, Xili dear," Emmet finally approached her again, brushing and bobbing his perfect blonde bangs with a paw, "Why don't we try something else until you've learned to dominate that... explosive strength of yours?" he suggested with a smile.

Perking up and quickly nodding, Xilimyth followed her personal trainer around the gym like an obedient puppy on a walk. Emmet brought her to one of the two weight racks in the gym, the first one already taken. There, the ferret taught that eager dracocheetah how to build her own dumbbells and barbells, and how to properly work out with them.

Without fear of damaging machines or disrupting gym goers, Emmet was more focused. Now tracking her movements more carefully, he was able to give more effective pointers. But the personal trainer couldn't be more surprised when he saw that each dumbbell curl or barbell bench press was completed without a clear look of exertion from his patron. For every exercise, he ended going up to quadruple the initial weight to see the winged hybrid start truly needing to use her unassuming muscular strength.

Xilimyth was having the time of her life. Years ago when she had first tried out the gym during her busy work schedule, she had given up pretty quick and she hadn't looked back. Now that she was giving it a second go, she found out how fun these exercises could be. No, they weren't merely fun. She was feeling pleasure every time her blood started pumping into her muscles, engorging them and helping her lift. "I can feel my whole body burning up, this feels so good!" she thought while lying down on the bench, glancing away from her outstanding chest at her swelling and deflating biceps each time she completed a rep.

"Must have some really dense muscles..." Emmet murmured to himself while monitoring the energetic dracat. It already had been an hour and she kept saying "I'm good! What's next?" whenever he asked if she wanted to take a break. He had never seen such stamina in his life. Or perhaps this was just a rush of endorphins that was causing the poor girl to ignore the need for rest periods. Certainly, now that he had seen such impressive initiative by a new comer, Emmet was truly invested in testing Xilimyth's limits. However, he also was a personal trainer perfectly aware he was supposed to be looking out for his customers' safety and health, so he eventually stopped her. "That's enough, honey."

"Really? I'm good for another 10..." Xilimyth paused with two hefty dumbbells hanging from her hands, legs still bent from her last lunge. She was pouting at the ferret.

"I know you are," Emmet grinned, finding her pouty, begging expression adorable, "But going hard on rest is just as important as going hard on your workout, darling. This is your first day. Right now your brain is full of happy chemicals, but once they settle down, you'll be in for a world pain if you keep overexerting yourself."

"Ah-ahh... ruh-right. I gotta stretch, don't I? I only really know how to stretch my legs..." Xilimyth gently set her dumbbells down and began pushing herself off the floor. A light coat of sweat was matting down her spotted fur, clearly seen over her semi-opaque wing membranes.

"Good." Emmet said softly, beckoning towards a wall. "Here, sweetie. I'll teach you how to stretch so it won't hurt as much."

"Don't worry, you'll take a rest day tomorrow and come back on Saturday for your next lesson," Xilimyth heard Emmet's words again as she made her way over to the girls' lockers, huffing a little after she was done stretching and had said good-bye to her new personal trainer.

Standing in front of her open locker, and tossing her released violet hair to her back Xilimyth mused again about resting. "Do I really need to take it easy right now? I feel like I could go on for a while..." the dracocheetah thought to herself while looking down at her open hands. As she clenched them into fists, she smiled at her swollen biceps, but something immediately stuck out as odd to her. When she released tension, her biceps had remained inflated, and so had her triceps.

Blinking her incredulous eyes rapidly, Xilimyth flexed her arms again, pumping as hard as she could, and was surprised when she saw a vein push out against her furry skin, exposing her now even larger bicep. "Oh... oh wow!" she couldn't help wiggling her hips and swishing her tail like an overexcited kitten. Then she recalled her training session. "All that heat..." she thought back to her burning muscles and connected it to that day at the mall when she had gone from a low B-cup to giant DDs. "I was growing back there. Little by little but..." she fell silent.

The hybrid's paw fell down to feel her fairly muscled thighs, but on a whim had decided to trail her fingers over her abdomen. Because of her enormous chest she couldn't see, but her digits had hit hardened muscle at her abdominal region. Even though it was hard for her to see them right now, she definitely remembered the start of girl-abs she had witnessed not long ago forming on her torso.

There was definitely some more there, but the craziest thing was that she could feel herself warming up. What she couldn't imagine was the remainder of fat melting off from that are of her body, skin stretching and stomach surging with growth to accommodate even more packed musculature. With the fingers from both hands now bouncing off her abs, Xilimyth couldn't deny she had just grown a six-pack of tightly bunched mounds.

The muscular dracocheetah started panting, half-concerned and half awash with excitement. And then she felt more. The spandex of her shorts was slightly riding up her plumper looking thighs as they appeared to be rebalancing the muscle to fat ratio, maintaining their strength while swapping the slender sprinter look of her limbs for heftier quad and hamstring definition. She was so glad to be wearing spandex!

Xilimyth found herself purring, the slow burn sensation of her body gaining muscle mass so similar to when her boobs had fattened up, yet this was a whole new experience that made her feel full of power. She couldn't help but think back to that ripped cow girl back at the dairy factory, Betsy. At this rate she would look as buff as she did! It was hard for Xilimyth to not tense up and flex just to feel her muscles bulging. All too quickly however, the sensation began to fade in each of her enlarged muscle groups, and she finally got her paws off her thighs, turning around with bulging eyes and rapid panting.

There were several other gym goers sharing the locker room with Xilimyth. In various states of nudity, the other women were staring at the once excited, loudly purring dracocheetah with quiet, judgmental stares. Xilimyth was glad she knew neither of them, so she had nothing to explain about suddenly having jumped from a high-end athletic figure to a top-heavy, well-toned build. "Suh-Sorry, I'm excited about my first day..." she said with a little wave of her paw. Smooth.

After a quick shower, Xilimyth was so glad she had a good supply of joggers to fit her muscular legs in. They still felt spacey even with her limbs' added girth. The new t-shirts felt fantastic, especially knowing she didn't have to worry about her arms busting any sleeves. Her old jacket though still wouldn't zip up all the way, so she didn't even try.

Starved after her workout, Xilimyth was reminded of the nutritional needs Emmet had suggested for a companion diet to go with her new regime. To suit her idea of bulking up he had suggested a protein heavier diet without forgetting essential vitamins and anti-oxidants from fruits and vegetables. He had no idea she was already well on her way to reach her goal and it had only been the first day; but Emmet hadn't seen her grow in the girls' lockers.

Although she was pretty convinced she wanted to stock up on meat and get a nice, juicy steak for dinner, Xilimyth began to realize every step outside the gym felt increasingly more sluggish than the last. And that was not all, her shoulders began to sag and her posture went from straight to askew. Whereas she had been completely sure she'd be sprinting down the blocks back home, she could now hardly maintain her usual walking speed!

And then she recalled what Emmet had said about post-workout fatigue. "Ugh..." Xilimyth groaned, finally giving up and hailing a cab. "Maybe a triple meat's lovers... as a treat." She thought about melty mozzarella, "Tomatoes are vegetables," she tried to reason with herself while staring out the taxi's window after placing her order, "And cheese is dairy, which means protein... Mmm. Melty protein..."

Xilimyth wouldn't feel bad about her treat. But it was going to be another heavy sleep night.

"Muh-mehlty proteen?!" Xilimyth's eyes shot wide open and she sat up on her bed, whimpering as the brusque motion made her bouncing boobs clap her chin and cheeks. "Eek!" she mewled, falling down onto her back again. She had to put an arm over her chest to stop the wobbly twins from jiggling further, frowning and huffing up at the ceiling.

"Nutrients, protein, dairy, Betsy..." she murmured quietly in contemplation. Xilimyth had woken up with a revelation. All of it led back to her visit to the dairy factory and that delicious pitcher of milk she had drunk. "It has to be the milk..." she gently patted her boobs, making them rock against each other as she looked them over. Her arms moved to the back of her head next and she looked at her toned triceps, imagining them larger. First, however, she imagined them not feeling so incredibly sore.

"Why didn't I listen to Emmet...?" the dracocheetah lamented with a whimper, recalling the many times that ferret had thoughtfully asked her to stop until he had finally set his foot down. Xilimyth didn't want to be bedridden all day, groaning about her inflamed new muscles. "And to think this'd be way worse if I hadn't stretched like he said... ugh."

Being in bed for an extended time however got Xilimyth's mind to return to the other important matter at hand. She remembered just how incredibly energized her body had felt after drinking that super milk. "Even if I'm crazy for thinking that drinking milk can make you this huge in just two weeks..." she glanced down at her massive rack. Each round and fluffy shape gelatinously jiggled with even a small twist of her waist. Xilimyth had forgotten to update her pajamas so she went to bed topless every night now.

"I wanna keep getting stronger, but how am I gonna do that if I'm this exhausted?" the dracocheetah thought, anxious to continue exercising and pushing herself the following day, but she didn't want to go if it meant feeling her whole body was getting stabbed by knives! A lot of pain for a lot of gain was starting to sound less appetizing the more she kept trying and failing to get out of bed.

"If only I could get some more of that milk for when I'm feeling this tired... wait..." Xilimyth reached out for her phone to double check the date. More importantly: Which day of the week if it was. It was Friday! "That place's open for more tours tomorrow."

Xilimyth was decided. She'd rest up as much as she could, and once she didn't feel like she was being murdered she'd stretch some more. But she'd take it easy so she was ready for the following day. Kitty was going to the farm for some more tasty cream.

Saturday had finally come. The ride to Jebediah's Barn felt slower than usual. Xilimyth still felt a little sore, but she could move around without every muscle in her body screaming. She still couldn't believe she had dashed through that long stretch of road on foot two weeks ago. "No energy drink's _that_good," the hybrid thought, feeling a little dumb for not having cottoned to the idea that super milk had affected her this way. On the other hand, vacations had been a little hectic and she hadn't really had the time to sit down and think.

Xilimyth queued up at the reception desk, finding the same pair of ticket holders as she had before. She gave them the standard fare ticket good for one tour and went on her way. Half-way into the entrance tunnel, Xilimyth decided to put away her clipped ticket into her jacket pocket, when she sensed something else in there. She pulled out that gaudy WINNER ticket from so long ago that she had failed to trash, smiling. "I guess I am a winner, in a way," she grinned and put the glittery pass back into her pocket, so excited to go back to the dairy farm that she was ignoring her tiredness by now.

At first, dracocheetah followed the first tour group she was able to join in. It felt so much more differently now when compared to the first time. It just didn't feel awkward to see Cassie or the other cowgirls going about their jobs and giving groups their usual spiels while casually getting milked. Perhaps it was because she had seen it all before, but now she was certainly not feeling underequipped by any measure anymore.

Cassie was the first one they all saw, as usual, and her bosom still might have been larger than Xilimyth's, but she was no doubt the curviest in her tour group. She felt like she was a step above the envious-looking women around her. And yet, for some reason, that was starting to feel insufficient.

"Maybe with a little more of Betsy's..." the hybrid entertained the thought of making those top-heavy bovines feel self-conscious for a change. It was an amusing thought to imagine herself even bustier than she already was, considering how much effort it was still taking her to get used to the enhanced goods. But, for now, that was all fantasy. All Xilimyth wanted was to feel that athletic rush she had felt back at the gym. Proving and simultaneously rewarding herself. That's where it truly was at.

Using her memory at the best of her ability, Xilimyth counted pen after pen until they were at that split in the tour. She lagged behind the group on purpose and, again, split off down the corridor she remembered. And sure enough, a towering cowgirl amazon awaited at the end.

Betsy looked large as ever. Maybe even larger, if Xilimyth had to be honest with herself. That mountain of a woman still made her feel tiny, no matter how she sliced it. The dracat couldn't even hide the fact her eyes were staring up at the beefy cow's immense breasts as they pumped out what looked like gallons of dairy into the collection pipeline.

The last few steps towards Betsy's pen were taken with trepidation. Twiddling her thumbs, it occurred to Xilimyth she had not even thought of a plan on how to secure her goal. Screaming out at the top of her lungs that she wanted, no, that she _needed_that super milk would surely get her kicked out, so she did her best to hold back no matter how much her heart was begging her to go for it.

It was hard to come up with a plan of approach on how to politely ask Betsy. For starters, the amazon seemed to transfixed by her dumbbell curls that it was almost like Xilimyth didn't exist. It was even harder to tell thanks to those messy bangs covering Betsy's eyes. Before Xilimyth could even try saying hi, though, she felt a presence behind her, and a loud greeting made her jump in place.

"Ooooh. Why, if it isn't the kitten with the awesome wings!" the high-pitched voice made Xilimyth turn around with a gasp. Long red hair, amber eyes, tall and squishy curvy in a jumpsuit and cap. It all came back to the startled dracocheetah. The gator lady frowned a little, "Wow, don't be so glad to see the janitor, heehee!"

Xilimyth's wings flapped twice. It wasn't often people complimented her wings, especially in the last two weeks. "Lola! Hi, hello! How are you? Nice to see you again!" she hurried to say, recovered from her surprise.

"You're looking good, kitten!" Lola said, circling Xilimyth with an analytical look on her green snout. "Let me guess, did you do something with your hair? It was in a ponytail last time, wasn't it?"

Xilimyth glanced back at her loose hair. She hadn't bothered to tie it up that morning, but then again she had almost forgotten to put her socks on thanks to how excited she was to return to that place. So she nodded back with a smile, "Trying out something new."

However right Lola had been though, her memory's priorities struck Xilimyth as odd. If she remembered her hairstyle in detail, surely the bubbly janitor also had to remember she was a couple pounds lighter in the chest since last time. "Hold on..." Xilimyth paused that line of thought. Lola herself didn't look any different, but the dracat was pretty sure the gator had shared that super milk with her. "But then again, she looks like she's always been that curvy. No muscles, though...?" she frowned in deep thought.

"Do I have something on my face?" Lola leaned in close, eyes looking even bigger now that she was standing so near Xilimyth their respectively huge chests were pushing in together. "Oh, cupcakes. Did I forget to wash my face when I woke up? How embarrassing!" the gator hid her pretty face behind her claws, rubbing her cheeks and turning away from the dracocheetah.

"No no, that's not it, uhm..." Xilimyth stammered, but figured she'd be a little blunter if she had any hope of getting what she wanted. "Lola uh, sorry, you look great, too. I was wondering though..." she pulled back her jacket with both fists sliding behind her waist. This pulled her shirt back, marking both her huge chest pillows and abdominal wall for anyone ahead of her to see. Part of the hybrid felt a little uneasy about showing herself off this way before others, represented by a bashful little blush. "Do you uh... notice anything else different?"

"Huh?" Lola turned around only to be met by a wall of abs culminating in the squishiest-looking roof ever. "Oh wow! Lookin' good, kitten! And top-heavy, too!"

Xilimyth's cheeks reddened further, but she couldn't help but grin at the sincere excitement from that janitor. "I had a few small growth spurts in the past two weeks. But listen..." she bit her lips a little, releasing the tension on her shirt so that Lola would stop staring at her and making her feel like eye-candy about to be devoured. "...I think it happened after I drank Betsy's um... y'know with the machine's..." she began to stammer again. It was a pretty silly explanation to have to make.

"Well duh!" Lola's matter-of-fact response and caution to the wind arm gesture caught the dracocheetah by surprise, "You didn't just drink a little sample cup like I did. I had a feeling it had been you who had downed the entire pitcher I forgot to bring back to the boys 'n gals at the lab to analyze."

"So uh... you're not mad about that?" Xilimyth nervously smiled before a question popped out of her mouth without thinking: "Wait, analyze? The labs?"

"Yeah! Y'know, you'd think they'd make those labs bigger for gals like Betsy and this here superheater processor, but they keep her all by her lonesome in this corner of the tour area. I'm often the only company she gets, ain't that right, ol' Bets?!" Lola rushed to the pen, leaning over and sticking her hand out for a high-five.

Betsy responded with her usual snort, switching to lateral flight curls. Her deltoids were bulging with impressive size if one bothered to ignore the sheer amount of side boob on display.

Puffing her cheeks out a little and clapping her own hand, Lola turned around with a shrug and a no less sunny smile. "She's a delight. Gal of few words though! Y'know, the lab coats say Betsy here is special. She turns nearly all she eats into milk. That's why she produces the most out of all our girls!"

"So only she gets to..." Xilimyth wasn't sure how to ask in technical, so she just pointed at the red heater in the center of Betsy's enormous pen.

"Yup!" Lola nodded, "They say her milk's so good that when they pump it through this fancy contraption, all that rich goodness get packed super tight like... uhm... dense! Yep, densely pack-compacted!" the gator explained, giggling at her own incompetence around the techno-babble, "And that's why it's so sweet and perks you right up. It really does your body good!" she then pointed at Xilimyth's curvy, muscular figure, "_Extra_on you it looks like! I don't think Sally's ever told me of anyone blowing up with beef and boobies like that!"

Xilimyth remained silent for a moment; unsure if she should be glad or scared of what she had just heard. She began to tell Lola about it: "I definitely felt perked up last time I drank it. I ran faster than ever, and it felt like I could do anything, at least for a while," Xilimyth explained, starting to rub her arm with unease, finally moving her gaze away from Lola's brilliant yellow eyes. "So um... that's kinda why I'm here. Lola, do you think I could have some more?"

"Sure thing!" Lola pumped her fist, "Lemme just get the contraption going. Hoy, Beeeeeets! Can you give me a hand...?"

What could be construed as a sigh left Betsy's lips. But Xilimyth was sure the air had just shuddered around her, the cow's short, messy hair billowing slightly. Like before, she stomped to the machine and switched the flow of her extractor to go to the large red boiler.

"Wuh-wait, really? Just like that?" Xilimyth was surprised, her smile growing ever wider. Lola turned back to her with a laugh.

"Of course! One of the guys at the lab said I can have a cup every 8 hours if I want to. Why shouldn't you? I mean, you didn't literally explode after a whole pitcher!" Lola giggled and Xilimyth felt a shiver go up her spine. "So what's another little cup gonna do?"

Modestly satisfied with the answer, Xilimyth quietly waited for Lola to jump over the pen counter and get the pitcher in place. In seconds, it was full and Lola was pouring them both a cup. Xilimyth didn't even bother to wait to begin drinking what her nose was already picking up as pure sweet ambrosia.

"Oh that's so good." Lola sighed, followed by Xilimyth who purred like a kitten getting her ears rubbed after being exposed to such dairy pleasure again. The hybrid was starting to feel that electricity spark her energy already. Her exhaustion was melting. This was exactly what her sore muscles had been needing.

"Hey Lola..." Xilimyth began to speak again while slowly lowering her cup, "Would... would it be okay if I brought the rest with me? Would that get you in trouble?"

"Oh?" Lola cocked her head sideways, not really understanding until Xilimyth took a thermos out of her jacket pocket. "Hmm... are you going to slurp it down all at once like before?"

"Do you think there's a danger...? I could..." Xilimyth paused, thinking for a moment, "I'm gonna be honest. I've started going to the gym, and I wanna get stronger. After I saw what that..." she pointed at the pitcher on the counter, "...can do to help with that, I think I can use it like some sort of natural energy drink. Like an all-natural supplement!" she insisted with a less-than-convincing grin. "I guess it'd spoil within a day though..."

"Oh, no, not really! Y'know, they did say when treated this way, the super milk has a much higher shelf life. Think they said no more than 6 or 7 days, though..." Lola seemed deep in thought for a moment. "Well, after talking with you about it, I'd say this is more like a Red Bull on steroids," she laughed, glancing back at the pen, "No offense, Bets." She turned back to Xilimyth, "I was given orders not to serve more than one sample to the same tourist on the same day, though..." she folded her arms with a frown.

Xilimyth began to pout, her pupils beginning to dilate with her ears folding back. Her growing disappointment appeared immeasurable. "Please, I won't tell anyone. And... and I'll take one small cup like this one every 8 hours, like you said. I just... I've always been so small and invisible. It feels great to be big..." her eyes briefly moved away from Lola to admire Betsy's towering form, then back to the gator, "...I just want help getting a little bigger, that's all!"

"Oh, kitten. That is so totally not fair," Lola began to lean in, inadvertently pushing her own cleavage out as she pressed her arms up, completely taken in by the big kitty eyes. "I guess they didn't say anything about a thermos of the stuff..." she began to grin, holding her claw out. An excited Xilimyth hurried to give her container over to the complicit janitor. "Just... Be careful with how much you take at once, alright? And really, I mean really try to keep mum about it, okay? This gal's Greek neck's on the line, over here."

Xilimyth couldn't have been nodding more rapidly if she tried. Her ears were perked up and her pupils were at maximum dilation as she received her now full thermos back. "Thanks so much, Lola! Betsy too. You guys are the best!"

"Aw, shucks. Don't mention it, kitten! I bet 'ol Betsy is also happy to help, ain't that right, Bets?" Lola turned around with a big grin. Betsy, who had switched to overhead curls while facing the other two girls was looming her immense chest over them. Once again, the powerful bovine snorted, but even Xilimyth could see a little curl of her commissure. Something along the lines of an unspoken "Sure.", Xilimyth interpreted. Lola turned back to Xilimyth and was beaming: "See? Whaddadaytellyas? A delight!"

Gripping her thermos tight and with her vigor renewed by the sip of super milk she had just partaken of, Xilimyth couldn't help but agree with the cute and bubbly redhead.

It was going to be a delight for sure.

There had been no marathon-tier sprinting into the highway. Although tempted to go bottoms up on her thermos the second Lola had given it back, Xilimyth had decided to make use of all of her discipline and respect the janitor's concern. Plus, she was still under that light burst of energy that was keeping her both perked up and eager to work out again; she'd use it on her second gym session.

That afternoon, Emmet was waiting for his customer by the pulley machines, the ferret featuring a curlier overhead bang hairstyle today. As he got her a mat for their warm up exercises, the personal trainer inquired about her limbs, pecs and core. He wanted to know if she felt sore anywhere.

"I won't lie to you, Emmet," Xilimyth began, "It hurt a lot yesterday. But I did what you said and took it easy!" she brought both arms up into a bicep curl pose with a beaming grin. "And I'm raring to go now!"

"I like obedient students," Emmet remarked with a small ha-ha at the end, gesturing with his hand for her to lie down.

Warm up went by in a flash. Xilimyth felt her muscles burning up early, which she understood meant they were already reacting to physical exertion. She was still too green to know if this was the normal kind of warm-up everybody felt or if those densely packed nutrients were already working their magic in her body. Nothing. But she didn't give up and continued to patiently follow Emmet's indications.

Once again, the ferret made her sit down at the pulley machines, only this time they both knew she would do better at holding her strength back. Emmet made sure to set the weight to 100lbs. again, knowing it wouldn't be a problem for Xilimyth, but this time he wanted her to complete the exercise as perfectly as she could _without_brute, unrefined force.

Emmet was pleased with the girl's dedication, but he was no less surprised seeing her pull so much weight without breaking a sweat. The muscles in her arms were flexing and distending beautifully, chest heaving with pectorals stretching. Emmet had only gone one day without seeing his new trainee, yet he was unsure if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Xilimyth was looking a tad more toned since they had last parted ways.

"How does it feel, honey?" Emmet asked, "Wanna try more weight on?"

"This is fun now that I know how to do it," Xilimyth laughed a little, agreeing to Emmet's proposal. Twenty more pounds were added for the final set. It didn't feel like much of a difference, but Xilimyth knew better than to try to challenge her personal trainer's pace. Even with the super milk she didn't want a repeat of Friday!

Next, Emmet had her turn around and spread her wings in a way that enabled her to pull the bar down to about an inch above her nape. According to the ferret this was going to work on the muscles in her back. As eager as she was to work out, the truth was that most of the burn was coming from her arms. After that, he brought her over to the leg extension machine. It was there that Xilimyth began to feel energy welling up her legs, especially as they adjusted the weight higher and higher until she was actually grunting from effort.

With every set of every exercise in the routine, Xilimyth felt increasing levels of heat building up in her body. She could feel cool sweat rolling down her warmed up limbs and torso, relishing every second.

And like that, much like an adorable hidden away pet being baited back out with a snack, the sensation from two days ago made its return. Xilimyth felt it in her arms first. That alien crawling that anyone else would've mistaken for some sort of itchy numbness. Biceps and triceps tightened, engorged with blood with a flex, but didn't distend completely when Xilimyth relaxed. It was barely noticeable for those looking at her, but the dracocheetah knew. An inch, half an inch, a quarter of an inch; it didn't matter which fraction the actual addition had been, she felt increased power and that was what convinced her that her theory about the super milk had been right.

Bit by bit, Xilimyth's muscles were getting bigger and stronger.

Like with the first, her second session was finally over when Emmet called it. He seemed satisfied and happy with her progress, telling her to take it easy on Sunday and planning to resume on Monday. Xilimyth knew her vacations would soon be over, but that didn't matter. Even if she ended tired from work, she knew exactly what to take to perk herself back up. She was going to be a lazy dragon cat no more!

The locker room was quieter that night. By the time Xilimyth entered the locker room, one of the girls was leaving and the other two were walking into the shower. That gave her the opportunity to undress and check herself out in the mirror inside of her locker without fear of getting caught ogling herself. There was just so much to ogle.

Xilimyth struck a variety of muscle flexing poses, holding them to take detailed examinations of her slowly improving bulk. Her pectorals had swollen a little more, pushing enormous shelf out with even more prominence. By now her biceps looked like they'd push against the sleeves of any shirt, and although there was no change in her six-pack her abs felt even firmer than before, as if they had risen like half a dozen buns in the oven.

"This is so badass." The content hybrid purred, eyes finally tearing themselves off her body and landing on the thermos in the back of her locker. Xilimyth took it, uncapped and poured herself a little cup just as she had promised. "It's been 9 hours, so it should be fine..." she sang, licking her lips before tipping the cup in. Feeling her taste buds rejoice, Xilimyth carefully spun the thermos closed and let out a quiet moan of pleasure while stretching.

With a confident strut, the curvy and muscular dracat sauntered all the way to the showers, joining the other pair of gym bunnies. It was strange, but right now with how happy she was, she didn't at all mind the way her wobbling, naked breasts were being stared at by the other two women there. In fact, being able to hear them whisper about her top-heavy hourglass figure through the sound of running water only made her lift her arms higher as she washed her hair so that her elbows would brush her boobs and make them jiggle some more.

After all, why shouldn't they talk about that beautiful bust of hers? When she thought of how people were starting to obsess with her looks, Xilimyth couldn't help but think back about how small and insignificant a huge girl like Betsy made her feel and realized that slowly but surely, she was starting to wear the other shoe. The dracocheetah wasn't just becoming a powerful amazon. Xilimyth had bazongas for days; and it was about time she embraced the admiration that came with it.

The first post-vacations week was an exciting one for Xilimyth. Monday was her first day back to work and by now her ego was starving for those shocked stares from her coworkers. For the past few weeks she had been avoiding to meet people in her life to prevent a situation with having to explain herself about her changes. But now, much like her new body, Xilimyth found herself giving very little care about explaining herself. They could like it or not, but now they simply had to deal with the fact she was bigger.

The office Xilimyth worked at didn't have any restrictive dress codes, so knowing she was going to the gym after clocking out she had simply worn a hooded top over her sports bra and joggers over her shorts. In the while she had come to get used to her huge chest, Xilimyth had become a fan of spandex over even her brand new regular bras.

Before her toned behind had found its way to her desk chair, the buff and busty dracocheetah had been stopped and personally greeted by seven guys, two of them from departments she hadn't seen before. Gaston the coyote, from the same DevOps team she belonged to, almost choked on his coffee merely at the sight of her buff arms, exposed by her sleeveless top. Shocked and leering stares didn't put her off anymore. She even gave her confused coworker a little finger waggle before getting back to work on her terminal.

"Okay, you gotta tell me what wishing well you've been dumping quarters into, Xili," Riley the possum surprised the dracocheetah by climbing and sitting at the edge of her desk. "'cause that is some upgrade right there, girlfriend!"

"Riley!" Two weeks ago, Xilimyth would've been trying to hide after Riley's abrupt and loud remarks. Now all she could do was smile to herself, happy with the praise. "You like it? Been hitting the gym and trying to be healthy when I can." She simply explained, technically not a lie.

"No, yeah, I got that part, beefcat. Quit smashing your keyboard though, She-Hulk. Gimme a flex, will ya?" Riley begged, leaning in with widened eyes.

"Thought you'd never ask!" the dracocheetah giggled, gently pulling her arms back before delightedly pulling off a double bicep curl. The confident smirk was the cherry on top for her short coworker. The ooohs and aaahs were like music to the draconic feline's ears. Her ego had always been so starved for adulation! And all those lusty eyes from various interested parties didn't seem to hurt either.

Riley had been the first of many that Xilimyth amused herself with, the first to boldly request a flex. But more came, and Xilimyth obliged. Work didn't feel like it was the first Monday after vacations. And she was going to make the most of that feeling.

The gym was no different. Whispers from her fellow gym-goers at the girls' lockers elated the dracocheetah's heart as she ditched her hooded top and joggers, leaving her in only the curve and muscle hugging spandex. Emmet guided her through her exercises as usual, and Xilimyth was overjoyed with her body heating up and washing her over with that lovely tingly sensation. It reminded her about the prelude of her expanding breasts back at the mall, and the way her shorts were pressing down against her pulsing thighs made her wish she was wearing sleeves just to feel the same way against her arms.

By the end of that session, Xilimyth was feeling exceptionally perky instead of tired. Her deltoids had begun popping out half an inch larger than before. She could feel her calves strengthening, becoming tighter with densely compacted muscle and giving even more support for her thicker legs. The way her enlarged pectorals pushed her breasts out against her sports bra made her lick her chops with half-narrowed eyes before her own reflection.

By that point, people sharing the locker room with Xilimyth might as well not have been there. And if they were, they were treated to a muscular, busty hybrid being openly affectionate with herself. It was like Xilimyth couldn't keep her own paws off herself. Even something as simple as roaming her torso to feel her rock-hard abs, back muscles and shapely rump was enough to make her biceps pop out like eye-candy. It made the kitty purr, and also made her eager to test the sensitivity of her huge rack.

Even though the spandex made sure her bust remained taut and round, there was no real resistance keeping Xilimyth's fingers from sinking against those beautifully fluffy mammaries. Her breasts were so squishy and fun to toy with, and there was just so much of them as well! No wonder it was a toss-up whether people were looking at her tits or beef at times; they must've been wanting to grab and squeeze her boobs just as she was doing right now.

"And all of this thanks to this delicious drink..." Xilimyth very quietly murmured to herself, serving herself another cup of super milk from her thermos before making it vanish in one savory gulp; Lola had been right, this dairy wasn't even showing signs of spoilage yet! "Mmm. Tingly." She wiped her mouth with a forearm, quietly becoming transfixed with her own biceps again. With a grin, she flexed her arm hard, watching her muscles explode with power. "I'm gonna get so big."

And big she got. As the week progressed, so did Xilimyth's obsession with size. She couldn't go a single work day without escaping to the rest room or break area just to check herself out, measure her progress as it was happening. The hybrid even became so eager to check her chest out for any changes that she began wearing her low-cut shirts for easier access. Because of her extra pectoral mass, both her shirt and regular bras had started feeling tighter, thus pushing her bust out into a much obscener cleavage than Xilimyth had initially intended. Unbeknownst to her, team morale had been secretly thanking her for that one.

It wasn't all looks, either. Whenever there was an opportunity to test herself and her strength, Xilimyth took it. Heavy boxes, whole desks, server racks; physical moving tasks that usually needed two or three nerds had been reduced to one exceptionally attractive, muscular nerdette with more than enough energy to spare. If she caught a neighbor at her apartment needing help, she'd offer help no matter how tough it looked. And no matter how heavy it looked, she was able to lift it and manipulate it like it was weightless. It was almost arousing how easy things were now that she was so strong.

Part of Xilimyth knew she was ignoring Emmet's orders to take it easy on off days, but the super milk she kept drinking a cup of every 8 hours like some ritualistic medicine kept her so perked up and eager to spend energy that she couldn't help herself. And because she couldn't help herself, her body continued amassing muscle mass that should have been taking weeks at the very least to build.

Every day, Xilimyth's outfits seemed to get smaller. By Wednesday evening, she was no longer merely a toned gym bunny. She showed up to training with Emmet with thick, musclebound legs with clearly defined quads, hamstrings and calves that made even the males envious. Glares of insecurity came from girls unable to stop staring at her perfectly shaped ass contained in those dark purple and black shorts of hers.

Xilimyth's ego feasted on those the most, enjoying the attention to her huge rack as much as the lust for her chiseled abdominal wall. Enlarged deltoids had paved the way for wider shoulders; a necessity to be able to accommodate now burly arms capable of benching hundreds of kilograms at once.

The ferret was nowhere to be seen when she exited the lockers after getting herself changed, though. Tugging on the spandex of her shorts, the buff dracocheetah thought she might have to buy upscale her gym outfit soon if she kept going for Betsy's incredible build. "Where is he?" Xilimyth huffed impatiently. Emmet was never late. Then again, she had learned enough to know exactly how to perform every exercise in her warm up routine by now, so she didn't wait for her personal trainer. Getting a mat from the usual place, the dracocheetah went down and got busy by herself.

"'ey, beautiful..." Xilimyth's concentration broke at the forty-second push up due to an irritatingly familiar voice. It was the wolf jock with his tiger partner, except now she also saw a red dragon even bigger than the other two with them. He had to be 7ft. tall at the very least, looming over everybody else. It occurred to Xilimyth that besides Betsy's monstrous height, this was one of the largest guys she had ever met. "Nice form over there," the wolf complimented, though it was hard to tell if he meant Xilimyth's push-ups or her huge chest pancaking against the workout mat.

"Dude, she's even bigger than you said," the dragon muttered from behind the wolf.

Xilimyth sighed, not bothered by the up and personal attention as much as she was for having interrupted her session. However, with the way those boys were looking at her, Xilimyth decided to double down on the show. With a smirk, she pushed herself off the floor mat and twisted herself sideways, landing on and continuing with single-arm pushups while resting her free arm on her wide hips. She could see all three pairs of eyes bouncing along her rack. "I've been getting good at it," Xilimyth said, "Thanks for noticing!"

"Holy fuck..." the dragon gasped, unable to tear his eyes off the sexy winged cheetah.

"Aaa-guh..." the tiger's jaw was hanging open as usual. It was only the wolf who actually managed to speak.

"Yeah about that... my friend here?" the wolf pointed back at the clearly flustered, towering reptile, "He's had his eye on you for a while. How about it, babe? He's the toughest guy in this gym. Bet he can out-bench ya."

Xilimyth's ears perked up, head tilting sideways as her eyes went up to the nervous scaly. The dragon was nudging his friend from behind. "Oi, you said you weren't gonna be forceful..." but the wolf ignored him and continued.

"Yuh-yeah," the tiger finally spoke, looking a bit wound-up, "You keep showing us up even though a week ago you didn't even know what a dumbbell was. Bet Charlie here can put you in your place."

"My place...?" Xilimyth chirped in confusion. She then saw a wall of red approach her as both the wolf and tiger were shoved aside by the stomping of a torso-nude, incredibly bulky dragon stepping forth. He was Herculean when compared to her! Yet he didn't seem as eager to literally shove his size up against her.

"Sorry about that," the dragon nervously laughed, ruffling his black hair with a claw, "What they meant was... I think you're pretty. How about going out together?"

"Oh!" Xilimyth almost lost her balance, needing to stop her exercising so that she could sit up and look up at that titan. Being honest with herself, all she really cared about right now was getting bigger and stronger; dating was just something that didn't really occupy her mind. "Well, that's sweet of you to say, but I'm not really interested!"

"O-oh..." the dragon seemed disappointed, but before he could say anything, one of his friends popped up. It was the loud tiger.

"Can't just turn him down like that! He's the strongest guy here. Bet you're scared of him!"

"Hey, you, hush!" the dragon smothered the tiger with his pecs after throwing an arm around him, but the wolf continued for the tiger. "It's alright."

"Yeah, my buddy here's pouring his heart out to ya. Tell you what, let's hold a little contest!" the wolf snapped his fingers with a glint in his eye. "If he can hold his best deadlift longer than you can, you'll go out with him!"

"Dude!" the dragon's face was getting redder. His attention went back to a standing Xilimyth, who did a little stretch of her beefy arms before resting both paws at her hips with a confident smile.

"You're on, big guy," Xilimyth accepted, getting two celebratory cheers from the wolf and tiger. Her eyes were fiercely determined now that she had an excuse to really test herself out against the biggest guy in the gym.

There was no delay in the set up. Two 200kg., or 440lbs barbells that looked like they might sag at the ends due to their sheer weight were built for each contender. The dragon took to one on the left while Xilimyth contemplated that ludicrously high weight on the right. She was sure that Emmet had never made her work out with more than half this weight at a time, and although she had seen the form for deadlifting before this was going to be her first time lifting anything more than the bar as a warm up. Several of the regulars were surrounding them, eager to watch the friendly competition. It was making her tingle all over, already.

"Get in position..." the wolf was the one judging the contest of strength. Xilimyth slid her feet under her barbell, matching the red dragon. They both bent down to grip the bar tightly. Before they began, the dragon gave Xilimyth a sympathetic smile.

"You don't have to do this..." he tried, but Xilimyth smiled back, not a shred of insecurity in her gaze.

"Focus, you don't wanna lose, do you?" she shot the dragon a friendly wink, making her opponent laugh a little.

"Begin!" the wolf called, and both dead-lifters began to pull their weight up. Indeed, this had been the most weight Xilimyth had handled so far, and she could feel the strain on her shoulders, arms, back and legs. The feat required not only physical strength, but the coordination of multiple muscle groups to properly execute. The more experienced dragon had the lead on her almost immediately, but Xilimyth refused to give in.

Soon, both she and the dragon had begun grunting as they straightened up their legs and held their respective barbell up. Just as one might expect, the ends on each barbell were lightly sagging as gravity fought against the dead-lifters' strength to hold those weights up. At first, Xilimyth thought she was going to lose her balance, but a burst of energy kept her from lop siding. She poured all of her focus and physical strength on the task at hand, determined to prove herself. In fact, she was so focused that she didn't pay attention to the peculiar way in which her musculature as a whole seemed to be pulsing and swelling.

Those watching the spectacle began to whisper amongst themselves. The judge had begun counting the time the dragon and hybrid maintained form with the lifted barbell, but it was all the wolf could do as his eyes were trained on the strained Xilimyth, who not only seemed to be ferociously fighting against the weight she was trying to hold up, but her clothes also seemed to be struggling to hold her up.

The spandex of her sports bra and shorts had, like everything else in the world, a limit. No matter how impressive its form-fitting elasticity, and Xilimyth's body was testing it right now. The pleasure of growth was numbing the muscular strain.

Engrossed in the activity, Xilimyth had to be the only one unaware of how her outfit was emitting stretching, rubber-like noises. Almost imperceptibly at first, her pectorals and breasts had begun surging forwards, but that wasn't the only source of tension. Her enlarging shoulders were pushing the straps of her bra up and away; the opposite direction of her bust, both causing the bottom side of the now flimsy-looking article to slide up and begin exposing underboob.

A similar effect could be appreciated by those with their eyes on Xilimyth's lower body. Her shorts were beginning to ride up her meaty thighs, inevitably getting caught onto her expanded quads. Fibers were getting tugged and ripped apart a microscopic level, and inevitably their number combined into what was a tiny yet growing hole in the spandex shorts, exposing inner thigh at the front. With her hamstrings growing as well, it didn't take long for the shorts to start riding up between those perfect buttocks, becoming wedged in for the viewing pleasure of the crowd behind the deadlifting hybrid.

So overwhelmed by pleasure she was that although Xilimyth didn't stop holding the barbell she couldn't help but drool, cheeks going red as her very own body became unable to ignore that familiar, if still weird sensation. "Suh-so strong..." she purred with delight.

"H-uh-huh...?" stammered the red dragon, whose eyes now were wide as saucers now that he finally could see his opponent busting out of her clothes bit by bit. It was a miracle he hadn't dropped his barbell yet. But it soon didn't matter, because he froze in place when he saw Xilimyth's barbell getting pulled up higher. And higher. Chest level. Then head-level. She was holding it above her head, up to her majestically spreading wings!

"Rrrrraaaah!" the dracocheetah let out a powerful roar that made everybody at the gym quiet as a mouse. One could argue the intensity of her passion and sheer brute strength had paralyzed everybody with awe and admiration. But the truth was her sports bra and had exploded off her mighty, now uncontrollably wobbly bust.

The red dragon's barbell hit the floor, followed by him as he fainted. An uproar of cheers made the place vibrate. Overtaken by the adrenaline, Xilimyth could only stare up with a big grin at her steely grip and the immense barbell she had just utterly conquered. By the time she realized some people were covering their eyes in shame and others were scrambling to get their smartphones out, the swell of energy had finally died out and her arms felt like jelly. Before an accident happened she hurried to set the barbell down and threw her arms around her squishy breasts to hide the indecent parts.

She then realized that no matter how much she adored the attention, Xilimyth was not yet ready to be a public nudist, so she hurried back to the lockers, passing a weirded-out Emmet on the way. "Sorrytakinganotherrestdaythanks!" The ferret was about to explain his tardiness to his trainee, none the wiser about the competition she had just crushed alongside her clothes, but she zipped past him like a cartoon dust cloud.

"Oh God, that was amazing!" Xilimyth scrambled to get a replacement top from her locker. She looked so buff now, even her breasts seemed to have grown another cup size. Not count her pectoral mass it had been just one additional inch, but counting it there was no question the extra bust size and all that strain during the deadlift had been responsible for tearing her poor top apart.

That little experience was why she told herself to be careful about sudden movements when slipping on the other one. "Gosh, look at my hips, even my butt looks like it could crush steel..." she kicked a leg back, pouting at the fluff popping out through the busted seams of her shorts. She decided to replace them as well, and made a mental note to avoid flexing too hard.

Even though she had been mildly embarrassed by having literally flexed out of her top, Xilimyth couldn't have been happier with the results. Her body looked so much better in her reflection now. There were now no traces of that meek little dracocheetah from almost three weeks ago. Her broad shoulders and wider hips gave her a bulky yet hourglass figure that combined femininity and power to a degree few girls could compare to. Perhaps it had been the rush of winning that competition combined with having felt the experience of growing larger in real time again, but she felt like she was on top of the world right now. And yet... she hadn't had enough.

With another sip of milk, Xilimyth had all the energy she needed to jog back home. It was there that she decided to order new clothes online. She measured herself and went for more spandex, the super flexible kind. She knew this was only the start. If she was ever going to be able to stand as an equal to a true amazon like Betsy, she couldn't stop now. And no matter how incredibly empowering it felt knowing that regular clothes were having trouble containing her, her wardrobe had to be up to snuff if she didn't want to get in trouble with the authorities! She made sure to get

Thursday was a day to bask in post-victory glory whenever Riley wasn't glued to her back begging her to take her to the magic gym. Shirley from accounting was usually there to peel the overeager possum off her back, telling her off for being too obnoxiously competitive to go to a gym to begin with. It was cute. Attention was still being siphoned by the comfortably swole dracat; yesterday's incident a small 'whoops' in her road to being the biggest dracocheetah the world had seen.

Xilimyth's joggers still were holding up pretty well, even though they had become form fitting around her ample rump. Early express delivery had ensured she had a somewhat modest XXL t-shirt to go to work in, as well as double E-cup bras to have comfortable support. Finally, Xilimyth could enjoy the feeling of her biceps and triceps filling out those short sleeves that made her the buffest programmer in DevOps. And she loved it!

However, she was starting to feel a little alienated. While guys still admired her they did so from afar, visibly intimidated by her bulkier form. She reasoned it was only inevitable, she was growing far too quick for them to have a chance to adjust. But that was something they'd have to work on, she thought with a smile. She wasn't stopping as long as she had that precious drink of hers.

Walking into the break room for her mid-morning coffee, the dracocheetah realized she had yet to take her yummy, extra sweet treat and reached into her pack for the thermos. Raising an eyebrow and shaking it a little, she glanced at her cup. It occurred to her that she had never tried adding it to anything, always taking her sips pure. "Well, the creamer here sucks, anyway." Xilimyth giggled, uncapping the thermos and pouring the usual dose into her coffee mug, which took on a light-caramel hue before the milk properly mixed in for that beige latte tone. "Oh God I'm going to become a sweet coffee addict..." she said after the first sip, practically gulping the hot beverage down!

"Mmm..." Xilimyth purred in delight, closing her eyes. It was such a delicious taste that she couldn't help fixing herself seconds. The new latte vanished just as fast as the first. But then she drank a third, and a fourth, each time adding more milk from her thermos. By the time she truly felt satisfaction, Xilimyth was setting her empty mug down and stretching her arms, feeling delicious electricity running up her spine. As she brought her arms down, she felt her elbows strike her breasts, which jiggled until she grabbed them to stop their usual wobbly nonsense. But this time, she couldn't let go. Xilimyth gently opened her eyes, and realizing no one was around decided to give herself a little squeeze.

She drowned a squeak and went for it again. These sweater puppies felt so good. In fact, they felt incredible. So squishy and soft, warm to the touch and... "So warm inside..." she began to widen her eyes, feeling tingly up in her chest already. "Uhh... hu-here...?" she spoke in a whispering tone, as if she had been talking with another part of her. Of course, nobody answered her with words, but her chest began to surge with size.

"Ahhh... thu-the girls are gonna get even bigger? But I just got new bras..." Xilimyth's mind raced, but she quickly stopped caring about her impermanent cup-size. The horizontal stretch marks of her shirt grew tighter and tighter and she began to hear and feel the straps of her bra struggling with increasing weight. Those squishy orbs were becoming heftier by the second, pulling the fabric of her shirt apart.

Xilimyth bit her lips in anticipation, unable to resist giving herself more gropes and making herself mewl happily. Her t-shirt groaned as it was gradually pulled apart much like her sports bra had, except this wasn't spandex. There wasn't a lot of elasticity to work with. Seams began to bust open, tears happening all over with threads popping out around her funbag holders which were starting to show against her weakening top.

The dracocheetah's bust was enlarging so quickly one might think they were getting inflated by a bike pump. Bit by bit, surge by surge, Xilimyth could feel her flesh advancing, swelling, shredding through her clothes. "Ahnnngh... so big. So huge and heavy..." she began to pant. She was more than strong enough to hold her boobs up, but they were more than handfuls right now. No, they were stuffing her palms, spilling between her fingers through her shirt and overtaxed bra like squeezing dough. Finally, she heard a snap.

"Bye bye bra..." Xilimyth murmured with a grin, actually relieved by what had been worrying her only moments ago. It felt oh-so-wonderful to be more than what could be held back. It felt like a prisoner escaping unfair imprisonment. It was relieving freedom. And all of it because her already big tits were becoming stonkin'-huge. And with another series of tears, and a loud shriiiip , Xilimyth's t-shirt now had a nice extra low-cut cleavage. "Gaaaaah...! Oh so good!" she cried out, in love with her head-sized melons. She had to be bustier than most of the cow-girls back at Jebediah's Barn now!

"Hey uh... oh wow." Xilimyth was rudely yet inevitably brought back to Earth from her high, slowly turning her head to greet Hunter from accounting who had poked his head in at the entrance of the break room. Try as she might to hide her 90% exposed knockers by remaining with her back to Hunter, Xilimyth failed to account for the egregious amount of side boob poking from under her bent arms.

"Hey Hunter!" Xilimyth greeted, trying to sound as casual as possible. "What's up?"

"Nuh-nothing really, heh!" the jaguar almost choked on his words, cheeks bright with color, "Was just walking by and I heard a uhm, a noise... You okay, right?"

"Sure! Just um... snagged by shirt and... you better not peek! It's embarrassing." Xilimyth laughed a little, "Hey, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Anything!" the excited Hunter tried, and failed, to not sound too excited, "What'cha need?"

"Can you bring me my jacket? If you don't know my desk, look for Riley, we work side by side!"

Xilimyth sighed after Hunter left. She was glad she had decided to pick out a new jacket better suited for her new size. "You're gonna get me in trouble, ladies..." Xilimyth giggled, bouncing her enormous breasts up and down. There was no doubt about it: She'd have to order custom sized bras now. Good thing she could work on remote. As soon as Hunter came back with her jacket, she was out of there.

Back at home, Xilimyth spent the rest of her day ordering her new bras. Part of her admired just how far along her breasts had come. They were simply gorgeous, like two marshmallowy white, fluffy orbs only slightly smaller than a basketball each. Another more logical part hoped there wouldn't be more growth spurts as intense as the one earlier, or else she'd be spending her money on new bras for the rest of her life! Seeing guys like Hunter lose their heads over the bouncing and jiggling though was so amusing.

It was around dinner time when Xilimyth came to a horrible realization. "It's all gone..." she said with huff, shaking her empty thermos. She had been planning to have some more with her food, but it had only just dawned on her that she had drunk the last drop with all that coffee back at her job. No wonder her breasts had ballooned out this much!

"No, this can't be it..." Xilimyth regretted. She didn't want to go to the gym and not see results. She was already hooked to that anticipation, to that feeling of knowing she was going to get the reward immediately alongside the effort. Flexing her arms, glancing left and right at those huge biceps rising, she pictured them even larger. "I wanna be bigger," she told herself, glancing down at her head-sized bosoms; the need for size had become so strong she was even eager for an even bigger chest. "I need more milk," she began to grin as she looked out at her calendar, realizing she only needed to wait one more day before she could pay another visit to Lola.

Xilimyth was going to get more. "I can wait. I'll be okay..." she told herself, her fingers twitching a little.

Fridays at the dairy factory were always extra busy. To the usual workload, company employees in every wing had to prepare the facility for their informative Saturday tours; the cow girls weren't the only ones putting on a show. Most department wings worked with one another, and that's why caretakers and suppliers, as they identified dairy cows, saw scientists coming and going often.

Dr. Tiffany Weller always crossed from the research and development wing to the dairy factory every Friday. With pen and clipboard, the young yet ambitious chameleon was responsible for taking various samples as well as performing routine medical checks on the suppliers. Of petite stature and modest feminine figure, the doctor mostly stayed out of people's way.

Right now, Dr. Weller was standing at the corridor away from the main tour venue, in front of the massive Betsy who, as usual, was working her insanely heavy dumbbells while being milked by the extractor routed to the red boiler. "Looks like you're doing really well this week too, Betsy!" Dr. Weller said, getting a nod of approval from the messy haired amazon. "This should be enough hyper-dense product to run our latest tests."

On the counter in front of Betsy were four full pitchers of freshly processed dairy. The sweet smell was inviting, but Dr. Weller knew better than to overindulge. She had had her cup earlier that morning! All of her teammates had. They were all happy with their creation.

"You know, Betsy. We're so close to making the perfect nutritional beverage, and it's all thanks to your peculiar metabolism. Healthy, well-balanced, tasty, affordable... it's the closest we'll ever come to solving world hunger, you know." She giggled, holding up her clipboard to hide her grin as Betsy turned to look elsewhere. "You're always so shy. It's okay to take compliments, y'know! Too bad we don't have a dozen of you, or we'd have finished this research years ago! Alright, I'll ping someone to help me transport these pitchers and I'll get out of your hair. Do you want me to bring you anything...? Huh?"

Betsy was looking behind Dr. Weller, pointing. The chameleon's stereoscopic vision enabled her to see behind her without turning around, but the shock made her turn. "What in the...?" Coming at full speed down the corridor was an exceptionally large woman Dr. Weller had never seen before. "Some winged cheetah?" Dr. Weller observed with a confused frown; outsiders weren't allowed in the premises during workdays! The chameleon took a few steps back, watching the charging down hybrid with who appeared to be their janitor hanging onto her tail for dear life. "Oh my. Where is security...?" Clearly, the poor alligator had failed to hold their intruder back.

Clearly, Xilimyth had been unable to wait until Saturday.

"Please, kitten! You'll get in trouble- you'll get me in trouble!" Lola begged, digging her heels down as she skidded over the floor, pulled along by the immeasurably strong, milk-addicted dracat. "Hello, Tiff!" the gator said, waving an arm while helplessly sliding along Xilimyth.

"It smells so good. It always smells great when it's so fresh!" Drool was cascading down the dracocheetah's lolled tongue. Her paws were making groping motions at the four pitchers in view. Xilimyth had never seen so much super milk in the same place and she couldn't wait to drink it all.

Her needy stare had paralyzed even Betsy who wasn't sure what was going on with the severely enlarged winged kitty. In just one week, the hybrid had gone from fairly busty and toned to a hugely top-heavy powerhouse, stretching out a top that was barely able to contain those fluffy gazongas and a jacket that seemed suspended in mid-air by her bulky torso and broad shoulders. Only the joggers on her lower body seemed like they were doing alright.

"Wuh-wait, hold it!" despite her better judgment, Dr. Weller decided to jump in front of the one-track-minded draco-cheetah, "Eeeek!"

Before she could get steamrolled by the blinded dracocheetah, a large shadow loomed over the scientist. Without seeing what happened, Dr. Weller found herself in mid-air, cradled by a concerned Betsy who had disconnected from the extractor and jumped out of her pen.

"Ahh!" Lola stumbled forwards, finally letting go of Xilimyth's tail when the latter stopped before the counter to begin unceremoniously gorging herself with each pitcher. "Quick thinking, 'ol gal! I don't think I've ever seen security go flying since the day they tried giving pinning you down for her flu shot!"

Betsy snorted down at Lola, annoyed with her.

"What? Everyone knows you hate needles!" the gator huffed, getting interrupted by Dr. Weller.

"Excuse me! Just who is this mindless brute?!" You have to stop her! She's going to gulp down all our product!"

"I'll... mmm... pay... mmm!" Xilimyth mumbled incoherently between gulps, "Whatever you mmm... want!" The milk was being consumed so fast one could see her neck bulging with it as she drank it. Pitcher by pitcher it was all emptied out in seconds! "Ahhh!" she moaned out loud, patting her stomach after the fourth pitcher had been taken down, "That hits the spot! I needed that so badly..."

"What do you mean you needed...?" Dr. Weller's eyes widened. One by one, albeit a little too late, her questions were being answered by circumstance. She glared down at the redhead in the jumpsuit trying sneak away. "Lola!"

"Meep!" the gator flinched, turning around with her best innocent, yet nervous smile, "Yes, Tiffy...?"

"Don't you 'Tiffy' me!" Dr. Weller huffed, "You clearly know this woman. Have you been giving her hyper-dense milk?!" she demanded to know, although before Lola had a chance to answer, a hiccup coming from Xilimyth interrupted them.

"Sorry about that- hic!" Xilimyth laughed a little, "It's just so good and sweet, please don't get mad at Lola." She explained, approaching the gator from the side and hugging her. There was just so much kitty boob in the way it spilled over Lola's own large chest and smothered the gator's snout shut. "She's the best. Knows all about this super milk! It's helped me get so big and strong 'n... hic! Pretty! Excuse me."

There was a small pause which left Dr. Weller winded. Her already bulgy eyes looked somehow bigger. "...you mean you've had a reaction to the...? Ma'am!" she shouted suddenly, making Xilimyth jump. "What's your name?"

"It's uhh- hic!" Xilimyth hiccupped again, patting her chest after releasing Lola from her squishy hug. The gator was struggling to catch her breath after that, "Excuse me... Sorry, it's Xilimyth."

"Xilimyth," Dr. Weller continued. Now that Lola's snout was liberated, she directed her attention to her: "Lola, you've been giving her hyper-dense milk; more than we allow anyone to drink. How long has this been going on, and how much has Xilimyth drunk?"

"Uhm... pretty sure two weeks ago it was just one whole pitcher and... well, she took another last week. But you don't understand, she gave me the kitten look!" Lola whined. Dr. Weller looked distraught, as if the calculations she was running in her head were giving her results she couldn't agree with.

"Did she also drink the second pitcher whole or was it sparse? How many doses a day, has she been waiting for...?"

"Whoa whoa, doc! Do I look like I follower her everywhere she goes?!" Lola looked offended as she defensively waved her claws, "She said she'd do it every 8 hours like we do, but..."

"This..." interrupted the chameleon scientist as she looked up at the confused yet taciturn Betsy before looking back down at Xilimyth. The latter seemed to be vibrating all over. "...this isn't good."

"Hic!" Xilimyth hiccupped one last time, and that body-seizing reaction was the last thing she needed to begin swelling out. Her newest top that already had been struggling to keep her humongous breasts decent begun to suffer damage as her tits began to balloon out even more. Fabric stretched and was pulled apart by more advancing bust than could be contained. "Mmm...!" Xilimyth began to purr, but the moment her arms moved up in a subconscious bid to grope her growing, extra sensitive boobs, her loose jacket jumped from her flexing biceps.

"Oh, wow!" Lola exclaimed, eyes going wide with surprise, "That's a super-effective reaction, isn't it?"

Dr. Weller observed, half scared and half scientifically curious, at the real-time development before her. She watched as the dracocheetah's clothes became increasingly tighter around her bulking up body. Muscles were swelling larger than ever, soon matching Betsy's proportions which could be seen pressing against fabric. Black joggers designed to be loose were riding over Xilimyth's ankles as her bulging quads became imprinted against those pants, pulling them up with their sheer girth. Widening calves acted like a stopper for the ride-up though, and with each group of leg muscles growing together, they were starting to pull those joggers apart.

The chameleon's brain seemed to be analyzing those changes with great interest. Before she knew it, she was spouting out a theory: "A hybrid like her sharing traits from more than one genetic makeup must have more malleable DNA; open to assimilating hyper-dense milk at an accelerated rate."

"That's fascinating, Tiff!" Lola flailed her arms, impressed by the deduction, but also confused: "What's all that mean, anyway?!"

"It means her metabolism might be copying Betsy's! But she drank so much at once that I'm not sure how her body will deal with it!" Dr. Weller explained as Xilimyth moaned in pleasure, growing ever beefier and bustier by the second. Her top looked painted on against her now head-dwarfing boobs, engorged nipples tenting the fabric as tears began to emerge all over. "This is remarkable. I've never seen any organism adapt to changes at this speed...!"

Even Betsy seemed transfixed by what was happening in front of them. All she could do was step in front of Lola and keep hugging Dr. Weller between her soft chest and strong arms. The cow snorted like she was huffing, but she was just as curious as the other two.

Xilimyth was in heaven. She knew that super milk was good, she had come to enjoy its taste and effects so much that she had become desperate at the idea going a single day without it. And although simple math kept telling her if downing one pitcher felt good, more than one would be great, she hadn't expected the pure ecstasy coursing through her veins after chugging four down one after another. All that energy that would be making her eager to run laps around the city though seemed to be repurposed to fuel her growth; and she was totally fine with it.

Tensing up, the dracocheetah rumbled all over. Her arms practically doubled in size, biceps tearing holes through the sleeves of her unbuttoned jacket. Deltoid and trapezoid muscles exploded with size, making her back so muscle bound, her shoulders so wide, the jacket was torn in two down the middle. Xilimyth moaned as her back became completely exposed, her tank top needing very little excuse to split in half over her back as well.

"Yes!" the excited hybrid shouted with a happy growl. Paws balled into fists and she grinned as she felt her biceps and triceps flex, the muscles in her arms rising like mountains and decimating her jacket sleeves. "Bigger!" she brought both arms up above her head, celebrating the sheer physical strength she had gained; capable of outgrowing her clothes.

With jiggly swelling, overinflated dracocheetah breasts bounced out free from below finally. Xilimyth's top had been on its last legs as the ever-growing knockers had made it so it could only hold on by overly strained straps. Each strap had become hidden between its owner's neck and shoulder muscles. Torn down the middle alongside the jacket, all the outgrown top was good for now was being an ornamental rag resting atop boobs way too big for anything Xilimyth could find easily online to cover them.

But Xilimyth wasn't concerned with covering up. She could feel the weight of her titanic boobs pulling her down, but her rippling muscles had added so much strength all she had to do was straighten up a little to regain her balance. Purring down at those oversized mammaries, she brought her hands down to shamelessly grope and fondle them as if there was nobody else around her. Something as innocuous and basic as curling her arms to push up what didn't even register as heavy for her muscles was enough to make her huge, body-builder-like biceps stick out and smother the sides of her pectorals. "I'm so big all of me brushes against me!" she giggled in drunken pleasure.

Finally, Xilimyth's lower body became too much for her pants and footwear. Surprisingly, she hadn't grown an inch taller, but with her legs growing larger and thicker, her foot paws appeared to be catching up to remain in proportion. Xilimyth could feel her curled toes savagely tearing her socks apart, bulging her running shoes with socks and later fur popping through busted seams. As her pant legs were finished off by swelling quadriceps, hamstrings and powerful calves, her unfurling clawed toes tore through her now much too small footwear. Almost in tandem, both Xilimyth's joggers and shoes were shredded together, becoming piles of tattered cloth raining down around her.

With Xilimyth a veritable symbol of curvaceous, Olympian level bodybuilding, her wings spread out majestically and she let out a roar of orgasmic bliss. Pumping her arms up together, she let go of her mammoth breasts, each now twice the size of her own head, sloshing ominously. That last powerful flex was all she needed to tear apart the sleeves of her unrecoverable jacket, finally leaving her almost completely nude. By some grace, all that had survived on Xilimyth's immensity was her panties. With the swelling of her hips and muscular ass however, her underwear was now riding up, wedged so far up her intergluteal crease they might as well have been a thong. It was the only thing keeping her halfway decent!

"Ahhh... hahhh...!" Xilimyth had been left panting after that most powerful growth spurt. The swell of power in her seemed to have calmed down, and now there she was. A six-foot tank of a dracocheetah with boobs so enormous they made the top row of her abs invisible. Her eyes were half-lidded, tongue licking her chops with a seductive purr.

"Guys, I think I might need a moment..." Lola had to make a double take, her amber eyes frozen in place and unblinking. Her alligator tail was wagging fast behind her.

"Dear Lord..." Dr. Weller had remained quiet for most of that transformation. She still couldn't believe how strong a reaction that woman had had to the hyper-dense product! "Xilimyth..." she quietly said, biting her tongue as she saw the half-closed dracocheetah eyes set themselves upon her. That gaze was so powerful and intimidating it was all the good doctor could do from losing it. But she still pushed through by sheer will alone. "...are you feeling alright? That was one big..." she lost her train of thought mid-sentence.

"That was one big, for sure!" Lola agreed with a series of quick nods. Looking back at the equally stunned Betsy, the redhead couldn't help but smile, "Look, Betsy! It's like you're twinsies. If your twin came from two different species mommies! How would that work, anyway?"

Inane commentary aside, it was hard to deny Lola's remark. Finally, it looked like Xilimyth had caught up to Betsy in terms of proportions at least. The cow was still queen when it came to pure size, but the dracocheetah didn't look at all underwhelming. Powerful, and with immense, cow-shaming cheetah udders.

Finally, Xilimyth let out a sigh of pure bliss and started using her words again: "I'm feeling fantastic." She said to Dr. Weller, purring and lowering her arms in order to gently hold up and nuzzle her prodigious bosom. "Your milk is the best thing ever, guys. I don't think I'll ever get tired of it!" she giggled.

"That is all great and everything, kitten, but you had me worried for a while there!" Lola skipped closer to her friend, "I've never seen someone get this addicted to super milk, and even I don't wanna go a day without a cup! But just look at youuuu! This is what you wanted, wasn't it?"

"Yuh-yeah..." Xilimyth lifted her head off her cleavage, starting to feel a little self-conscious again as Lola got so close and personal like she usually did. "I'm so big and strong, I feel like I could do anything! And, and..." her mind was running wild imagining just how much weight she could bench with a body this thick and muscular, but then she was suddenly interrupted by a strange urge that made her put her paws closer to the forefront of her breasts. She hissed a little.

"And?" Lola cocked her head sideways, raising an eyebrow, "Are you feeling okay now?"

Looking up at Betsy, Dr. Weller gestured down to the floor, prompting the amazon to set the scientist down gently. To avoid making a mess with her lactating teats, Betsy took the opportunity and reached for her leather jacket to pull out two pasties to apply to her nipples before wearing the jacket.

Drawing closer to the frowning Xilimyth, the chameleon flipped a page on her clipboard after having filled the first with a ton of observations and personal thoughts after watching Xilimyth's growth. "Are you experiencing any discomfort, Xilimyth?"

"No," Xilimyth hurried to respond, feeling her nipples hardening and warming up all of a sudden. "Well, yes, a little. But it's more like... I'm feeling like an itch and it's... ahhh..." she sighed, answering her immediate urge by gliding her fingers over her itching teats, "...it's like pressure building up."

Nodding quietly, Dr. Weller wrote down the symptoms next to a time marked list she had quickly drawn up. "That sounds like par for the course. Considering my theory of you assimilating Betsy's traits through her specially treated milk seems to be correct. It only makes sense."

"Peanut gallery wants the rerun in English!" Lola begged with a pout. But Xilimyth didn't exactly look like she had understood, either.

Tapping her clipboard with the back of her pen with a pout, Dr. Weller then pointed the back of her pen at Xilimyth's significantly wetter areolae. Liquid buildup was beginning to occur around her nipples, and it wasn't sweat. "You're prematurely lactating."

"I'm... what?!" Xilimyth gasped, but she couldn't deny the wetness in her fingers. To see it with her own eyes she had to put her wet hands under her heavy bosom and push it up for her to see. "Nnghh..." she mewled, witnessing a multitude of tiny droplets rolling off her teats, with more beading at the tip of her fleshy nubs. "I-It feels kinda good, but... Does this mean I'm turning into a cow?"

"Not in the literal sense, at least," Dr. Weller shrugged, "I can't say for sure, but your body doesn't seem to be interested in morphing. However, I'm tempted to say this will be an escalating issue. If this is the first time you're doing it, it means this particular trait needed more buildup than muscle and breast size, which leads me to think that... going off an exponential function..." the scientist seemed absorbed in filling out more and more pages in her clipboard, pen writing down notes faster than she could mumble out her theories.

"Aww she's full on nerdin'-out," Lola frowned, turning her attention back to the concerned Xilimyth. "Does it hurt, kitten?"

Xilimyth shook her head no, although she was waiting for the intense pressure to subside. Instead, the pressure seemed to be heightening by the second. Her musclebound arms were starting to feel weak. "It does make you feel fuller, though..." the dracocheetah curled her lips into an uneasy smile. With every passing second, her nipples grew wetter, her breastmilk gathering into a small leak streaming down her suddenly swollen breasts. And then she felt it in her grip. Her now milky boobs were starting to get heavier. And heavier. And heavier. "Uhhh, doc...?"

Lola's eyes were starting to widen again. "Tiff, you might wanna drop your pen. Kitten's kittens are..."

"Nnghh... aaaah..." moaned Xilimyth, her bust audibly sloshing as it surged forwards four inches away from her chest. Unlike her previous experiences however, this had not been a small, gradual swelling. Breastmilk splashed down on the floor as those titanic boobs three times the size of Xilimyth's head slid over her grip, nipples aimed down now. "Whu-what's happening? Thought I was done growing as big as Betsy...?"

"Oh my," Dr. Weller pressed her clipboard to her chest so she didn't have to look at the rows of formulas she had just written down. "That is... certainly faster than the quotient I was using suggested."

"Fuh...faster?" Xilimyth repeated, panting. Even though she was concerned and a little bit disconcerted, she couldn't hide the fact that nagging tug at the tip of her nipples was starting to drive her nuts in a good way. Leaking breastmilk certainly hadn't been how she had been picturing this day to go, but it wasn't a feeling she hated, exactly. "How fast? Am I gonna get..." she took an involuntary pause to moan as her already oversized rack suddenly went bwooomph like an inflating balloon pushing its rubbery limits, "...ahh! Haaaa...! Bigger?!" she had to use the entirety of her huge arms to catch her torso-obscuring milk tanks.

With proportionately increased nipple size, the dribbling milk came out in larger beads that splashed the ground in front of Dr. Weller and Lola. Both responded by stepping back. "Ladies," Dr. Weller calmly began, "We might be in a pickle."

"How big a pickle?!" Xilimyth and Lola asked in unison, joined by an exasperated huff by Betsy behind them.

Sufficiently pressured to provide an explanation, the chameleon decided to forgo technical speak for once: "Xilimyth, your body seems to be using all the nutrients it couldn't absorb for more mass and is trying to catch up on all the milk production it was supposed to be doing for the past three weeks. However, it's making way more than your milk ducts can expel, so it seems your breasts are... literally storing the dairy and backing it up until it can get out."

"Ahh... haaah... haaah..." Xilimyth was panting, tongue lolling out as she felt that pressure continue to accumulate. She hadn't thought for a moment her gigantic boobs were going to become milk containers to this degree! Bwooooomph, they went again, forcing her arms apart as they grew so large even her muscular legs had begun trembling. "Guuhhh... ohhh, so full... so heavy...!"

"Her body keeps adapting to its new traits, except without being able to keep up with its milk production, her breasts keep storing it and growing larger to compensate and prevent damage. I had no idea such genetic adaptability could be found in a hybrid and..." Dr. Weller felt a rumble on the tiled floor as Xilimyth's titanically swollen mounds surged even larger, finally forcing the hybrid down to her knees. The ground around them was getting creamy and wet, "...on that note, we should evacuate."

"Evacuate?!" Xilimyth and Lola shouted with a bewildered moo from Betsy. "Wait, doc, I got it! Can't we hook her up to the extractors to help?" Lola suggested. Xilimyth would've died from embarrassment on any other day being hooked up to an industrial tier pair of milkers, but right now she was an industrial tier pair of threats.

"That won't help, her nipples are too big for the suction cups, and they're still getting bigger. Even if we somehow got her hooked up... eek!" Dr. Weller squeaked, dodging to the side as another surge of Xilimyth's rack made a serious splash of dracat milk crash forwards. "She'll overload our capacity within minutes!"

"Mmnnghh... nnghh! Guh-growing so big...!" Xilimyth was having a hard time keeping up with the expansion of her milky breasts. Her bust was parked on the floor like a pair of giant, wobbly beanbags. In the new swell, Lola, Dr. Weller and even the amazonian Betsy disappeared from view, her tits becoming a sloshy wall of marshmallowy white flesh taking up her vision. At this point all she could see that wasn't her tits was the ceiling above. She decided to yell up into it, "Just go!" she pleaded, so worried about the imminent disaster that all she could think about was how bad she was going to feel if she hurt anybody badly.

"Oh, kitten!" Lola was pouting, "I'm not even mad I'll probably have to clean all this up by myself. Just... take care, okay?!"

"We have to get everybody out of the factory, let's move!" Dr. Weller grabbed Lola by her wrist, pulling her along. "You too Betsy, we'll need all the help we can get to get everybody out safely!"

What Xilimyth remembered as one of Betsy's usual snorts and three pairs of splashing footsteps told her the trio was leaving. That allowed her to finally rest up against her sloshing milk beds, panting and moaning in relative peace. "I can't believe this is happening and... I can't believe how good it feels, either!" she bit her lips, but it was useless to try to hold back the moans from all the pleasure she was feeling. Every passing moment, she could feel her gargantuan, overly proportional breasts ballooning larger, rounder, fuller.

The corridor was quickly running out of space, and its halls continued growing wetter, the milk level rising above the first inch. Even a trickle on breasts larger than a person was enough to make an ever growing mess, and Xilimyth could feel that this freakish growth spurt had only just begun.

With the rest of the dracocheetah not getting any larger, it wasn't long before her 6ft. form was inevitably propped up onto the mass of those enlarging mega milkers. Overwhelmed by the pleasure of uninterrupted lactation, all Xilimyth could do was moan and drool as she gripped and fondled what she could of her breast flesh and laid against it.

But she could feel more than just her hands and feet squeezing herself. As the corridor filled up with boob, the surface of its walls became the only two things keeping those tits from bulldozing everything in their way. In their rampant swelling, fluffy flesh pushed back, flattening Betsy's pen, her gym equipment and even the boiler. Everything buried under titty mass.

Xilimyth's monstrous chest flowed into the corridor, pushing its owner closer and closer to the ceiling as horizontal displacement became hard; although not for long. With the rapidly increasing size of those car-sized mammaries, their sheer weight began to violate an increasing number of safety regulations and load maximums for the walls. It was just so much mass and milk to hold back that, eventually, the walls surrounding Xilimyth and even the floor began to fissure all around.

Lola had been left in charge by Dr. Weller to lead all the suppliers and their caretakers out of the factory. "C'mon, c'mon! Out, everybody! This is not a drill!" the alligator girl waved with her cap towards the exit of the tour circuit, which was the fastest way out into the courtyard. "Move along, ladies and gentlemen, nothing to see here! Don't pay attention to the literal titty monster down the hall! DON'T STOP TO TAKE PICTURES, GARY!"

"Guh-God, why does this feel so good...?" a sexually overpowered Xilimyth squirmed in place, by far so stimulated that she felt an orgasmic jolt with every monstrous flare. They didn't feel like they were a part of her anymore; with her dangling feet continuously growing farther apart from ground level, Xilimyth was starting to feel like she was the one attached to the colossal milk trucks outgrowing the corridor.

Soon enough, it wasn't just the corridor. As integrity failed and the walls were brought down, the dracat's soft breast flesh poured out into the facility, and so did the rapidly escalating milk level. Ironically, this had been the first time the factory had been flooded.

Still feeling her breasts rumbling, Xilimyth looked up at the 20ft. ceiling, closer than ever now. "How big am I going to get...?" she whispered as if anybody could answer. All she could do was sink her face into pure creamy-white softness and use her wings to brace herself and her musclebound body for what was inexorably about to come.

Once the word was out and safety protocols were enacted, the Jebediah's Barn personnel had all suspended activities. Everybody in the dairy factories and neighboring buildings had been successfully evacuated, with the other sectors being reached post-haste. It looked like safety had been achieved, but when everybody saw the dairy factory's building shuddering, the courtyard was deemed unsafe and everybody was told to leave the premises.

"Milk's coming out, watch out!" one of the fleeing employees pointed out as they and the rest left in an orderly yet well-paced fashion. From the growing and branching fissures cracking the factory's outer walls, creamy, sweet scented goodness was starting to pour out, followed by the soaked fur belonging to the ever-expanding pair of breasts.

"You might be tempted but don't go back to drink it, fellas! Keep movin'!" Lola didn't want to look back and pushed those lagging behind to watch the spectacle.

Eventually, the quaking building could hold Xilimyth inside no longer. Fortunately for all the employees waiting outside at a safe distance, the building didn't explode so much as it gave away under the surging boobs. Concrete, metal and glass harmlessly rained down all around those epic all-organic dairy factories which had replaced the original building. After the edification had all but crumbled apart, what was left was two building sized cheetah mammaries with small house sized nipples and a comparatively tiny person clung to the top of them at an awkward angle.

All Xilimyth wished at that point was to have arms long enough to reach around. She hadn't been able to grope her lactating nipples for long, but given the chance she would be so rough with them right now. "Gaaahhh... ahhh, so full. I'm so full of milk. I'm making so much, I can't stop... I want it out... mmnnghh...!" she mewled desperately, kicking and punching her oversized breasts with might that could've dented a car, yet only managed to send short lived ripples across her flesh. She wanted someone, something, anything to just suck the milk out of her leviathanic titties!

But no, all those boobs seemed to be doing to honor her wishes was swell and bwooomph further, sliding across smashed concrete floor and into the dirt outside of the outgrown facility, growing sideways into the neighboring buildings and the main office of Jebediah's Barn. At the rate she was going, Xilimyth was going to demolish everything!

And then, all too suddenly, the shuddering stopped, the swelling calmed down, and Xilimyth thought she might be able to start forming coherent thoughts again. Still pinned above her apartment-sized mammaries though, those coherent thoughts were variations of: "How am I walking away from this?"

All rational thinking was quick to abandon the poor, boob-beached winged-kitten when the pressure at her nipples returned with a vengeance. "Wuh-what's going oaaaahh...! Wuh...! Mmnnghh... so tight, my nipples feel so tight...!" she began to scream out in pleasure. Her diamond-hard nips were the only things throbbing now, even though as far as she could feel the moist sensation across her areolae seemed to have vanished. However, she could soon feel it again.

Xilimyth could feel, and she could hear, a disturbingly loud ffffsshhh similar to the sound when pressure builds at a shower head before water pushes out. And just like water pushing out, her nipples started expelling cream. Only it wasn't in leaky trickles, no. This time the pressure was being relieved and geyser-thick streams were jetting out of her teats!

Impressed yelping and whistling from below communicated to the boob-bound dracocheetah that, at the very least, her milk wasn't dousing those immediately below her. The acres of wood her nipples were aimed at however were getting doused by metric tons of Xili-milk. It was the world's largest, warmest and creamiest deluge in registered History. It flooded over the ground, covered the fields and stopped traffic at the highway before taking over the contiguous fields leading up to the coastline.

Farmers who had been praying for rain felt like they were being pranked by a playfully horny deity. Drivers had to abandon their cars and stand on their roofs to avoid getting swept away. Beach surfers had never thought a wave could crash down on them from the opposite side of the ocean.

Profusely lactating like a one-woman milk disaster, all Xilimyth could do was feel herself getting awash with pure pleasure. Never before in her life had she thought something coming out of her nipples could feel this good, and ludicrous dozens of gallons at a time spreading out her milk ducts certainly seemed to have hit every nerve in her poor pleasure center. Eyes rolled behind their sockets, tongue perpetually out and all drooled out, jaw forever unclenched. She found herself moaning and twitching against her giant milky mammaries, forever to treasure this moment as the day her own kaiju-sized tits had milked her stupid.

After what seemed like an hour of constant flooding, with the coastline having taken a temporary yet noticeable sweet-scented, creamy texture, the high-pressure blasts of breastmilk finally seemed to be calming down. Xilimyth could feel the beaming expression of her nipples gradually dying down to a much more manageable pair of streams that continued to relieve the pressure in her milk tanks. "Auuughh... gahhh... that was insane..." the dracocheetah gasped for air, cheeks flushed with color. She had never come so hard in her life. Xilimyth had squirted the panties off her now fully nude body.

As the hybrid relaxed, she began to notice not only relief but also a lack of that insane weight her boobs had put on. It felt like her breasts were finally done storing that overabundance of liquid sweetness. Xilimyth could feel the swelling go down, and now also decreasing.

"Loo-look! The boobs are shrinking!" another employee pointed out as all those gathered observed Xilimyth slowly descending with her deflating bust line.

"Fascinating!" Dr. Weller and her team of scientists had to drop the contingence plan they had been devising to observe the rather peculiar turn of events. The chameleon who had been the main witness to the event was the first to begin theorizing out loud: "Production must've peaked when it caught up, so now her body appears to be adapting to its current needs. Her adaptability is impressive!"

"Is it safe to approach, Dr. Weller?" another scientist asked, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. "I'd like a closer look. In the interest of science, of course."

"Me too!" another member of R&D spoke, followed by another, and another. The chameleon's flat stare couldn't have been more obvious or condemning. "More ranged observation it is, then!" the guys all agreed.

"C'mon Bets, let's go check on the kitten!" Lola said, this time pulling Betsy along by the wrist. Surprisingly, the amazon cow didn't only budge, she went running after Lola.

Xilimyth had become so used to the sensation of growth that shrinking was something she had never considered would be a helpful feeling. With the pressure in her dwindling chest gone, her racing heart should have calmed down. But she in fact was feeling thrilled, energized even! It almost felt like she was growing again! "But my boobs are going back to normal, so wuh...?" she shivered, moaning as she felt her whole body react to the feeling this time.

It wasn't just her muscles getting larger, all of her was adding inches. First one, then two, then three, then half a foot, followed by a whole foot of height. Bigger, bigger and bigger. The more her breasts shrunk, the huger Xilimyth felt she was growing, herself; almost as if mass was being redistributed between her oversized body parts and the rest of her.

By the time her feet hit the milk-soaked ground again, Xilimyth found herself eye-to-eye with some of the tallest trees in the woods. Her boobs had stopped at just about two and a half times the size of her own head, and her muscles truly rippling with beast-like power now. Her shoulders and even her biceps were as large as her own head. She had steely pecs stretching her chest and pushing her mammoth breasts out even more prominently. Her abs had developed into an impossible 8-pack and her legs were literally as thick as tree trunks, each.

"Kitten!" Lola called out, worried, "Kitten are you okaaaaaaaooohhhh wow...!" she skidded to a halt, alongside Betsy, who now looked tiny before the 18ft. tall dracocheetah. It would take just one of her wings to hide all of the cow amazon, whose tail started wildly whipping the air. She seemed excited to be seeing the towering being before them.

Xilimyth seemed to have stopped lactating for the time being, but her nipples still felt wet. She couldn't believe how massive she was! Just one of her legs was longer than Betsy was tall now! She had to be the hugest person in the whole planet now! And yet all she could do after that bit of extreme action, however, was shyly waggle her fingers down at Lola and Betsy.

"I'm okay now, I think...?"

Three months later, Xilimyth had finally obtained a semblance of normality for her life again.

Thanks to Dr. Weller's following up on her, she hadn't grown out of control again, and was able to enjoy her new appearance in peace.

Shopping for clothes was difficult when your size was its very own market, so it was dicey and chilly for a while until Lola got a contact of hers to actually take the challenge of making outfits for the curvaceous and beefy mini-giantess.

Xilimyth had to move out of her apartment, but with her new job at the renovated Jebediah's Barn, assisting R&D and becoming one of its dairy factory's main suppliers, she got benefits like her very own scaled-up dormitory by the company. After Dr. Weller had given her the OK, Xilimyth was happy to get out, run around and exercise, as well as go out into town. She was so busy with work however that she only really went there for supply runs when she was hosting parties for her friends.

Moving about could be challenging when people weren't used to a towering goddess of a dracocheetah making the ground rumble with every footfall, but after the first few shocks people inevitably warmed up to the gentle giant. Xilimyth was only too happy she could finally control her own beastly strength and, thanks to her new job, she didn't have to worry about flooding the streets either! She had even heard the coast guard had finally reported the beach finally had stopped smelling like milkshake! Many people complained, much to her embarrassed surprise.

Life was good. And to celebrate, Xilimyth was currently out gathering stuff at the local monster mart for a party. For once in her life, the dracocheetah felt right at home with those towering ceilings and extra wide corridors.

"Hey, watch it! Holy... cow..." a voice came from below, prompting Xilimyth to pull her relatively tiny XL-smartphone away from her ear, stopping herself. She took a few steps backwards to allow her eyes to peer beyond her titanic chest. Down below her was a familiar buff red dragon that might as well have been a skink to the monolithic dracocheetah. "You... you're that girl that beat me at deadlifting..."

Xilimyth had recognized the guy immediately, but instead of intimidating he now looked so cute standing next to the stacked-up pyramid of canned peas that barely even made it up to her knees. "Call you back later, Betsy. Yes, we'll go for a run later!" she giggled, hung up and put her comically diminutive phone away. "Long time no see!" she waved down with a beaming smile, crouching down before the red dragon. "Sorry about that, coworker talking my ear off, hehe."

"Aah-guh..." the bodybuilder red dragon gulped, freezing on the spot as the giantess' breasts practically swung in front of her face. Her black top yellow-captioned "Bust'n Out!" truly looked like it might explode in his face for a moment. But then he saw her bring along one of the canned peas pinched in-between her claws.

"Need some help with the ones from the top?" Xilimyth asked, grinning.

The End.