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Dominion Transference, by DragonMasterX.

Caltha's life was pretty sweet. As a chocobo all she had to do was frolic and goof around all day. She lived in old McCoy's farm, a widower of advanced age. Old McCoy had cared for Caltha and the other chocobos for as long as she could remember, so she did her best every time the farmer needed her.

As a yellow chocobo she wasn't anything special, but Caltha liked to spend her days running and being chased by her friend Chuck, a small black chocobo. While Chuck's flight allowed him to reach various areas, he was still far too small to actually be ridden or to help with the farm work. Caltha was strong enough to pull carts or carry very heavy loads on her back, which made her proud as McCoy gave her treats each time she did that. Caltha knew she was his favorite, and there was no better way to tell than to take a single glance at the pink ribbon around her neck.

Today was just like any other day. The gentle summer breeze caressed every single grass blade, sending wavy ripples across every little hill. Caltha was dashing to escape a flying Chuck, whose air speed was formidable, but was still outrun by the bigger bird's legs. They had been playing since early in the morning as Old McCoy hadn't come to greet them yet. Their game of tag was usually so fun that hours could pass by and they wouldn't notice a thing.

Today was no different. Caltha outrun Chuck most of the time, but the black chocobo's wit was sometimes all he needed in order to surprise Caltha time and time again with clever plays to tag her and win the game. His favorite strategy was to hide in a tree and have Caltha believe he had given up before swooping down for the point.

Caltha skid to a halt as she noticed Chuck was nowhere to be seen again. She stopped by one of the barn's walls to make sure she wouldn't be caught from behind and glanced left and right. Nothing. But Caltha had been caught one too many times already; she had to learn at some point. She shuffled against the wall as best as she could, keeping her wings against her sides to carefully peek over a corner. Nobody. She quickly turned to the side and let out a high-pitched "Kweh!" in order to scare Chuck, but he was not there.

Caltha tried the other side and eyed past that corner. Her eyes widened with what she saw. Chuck came swooping down as usual as he detected his friend was distracted, victoriously squawking as he hugged the bigger female. But Caltha wouldn't budge. Chuck squawked louder, trying to call for Caltha's attention, but Caltha seemed to be lost to the image before her. Chuck carefully yet quickly climbed up on Caltha's head to set his gaze forwards.

There were several vehicles by the entrance of the farm, with one of the cars looking suspiciously familiar. Old McCoy's family seldom visited, and that car Caltha and Chuck recognized by memory was the old farmer's grandsons. The chocobo friends exchanged looks and nodded to each other before Caltha began to approach the house.

Inside were a bunch of people they had never seen before, including a man in a curiously all-green outfit. Chuck jumped off Caltha's head and stood on the edge of an open window while Caltha, exploiting her greater height, simply tried looking for what all the commotion was about. Old McCoy was lying on his couch, hands placed on his chest. His grandson and granddaughter-in-law stood by him with tears in their eyes. Caltha did not understand. She had the notion of what crying was, but understood very little about humans. The atmosphere looked somber and depressive; Chuck cocked his head to the side as he looked down at Caltha as if asking her what was going on in there.

But Caltha had no answer for this. It was peculiar enough that Old McCoy hadn't shown up to greet them in the morning, let alone to do the usual daily farm work. Maybe his family was upset that Old McCoy hadn't woken up yet. The farmer's grandson talked to the man in green who seemed to be explaining things to him, while constantly making hand gestures towards the resting old man. Caltha gave up and finally shook her head at Chuck. The black chocobo looked disappointed and turned to look back inside but when the grandson's wife saw them she approached and lowered the blinds.

Chuck jumped back on top of Caltha's head and squawked at the window in annoyance. There was something fishy going on, but Caltha couldn't make out what. She decided to give it a rest; perhaps Old McCoy wasn't feeling good today. Caltha had that happen to her sometimes, and Old McCoy usually had her rest and nursed her back to health when it did. Maybe that's why his family was there! After all, Caltha knew nothing about humans, so it made sense to her that other humans would come to nurse him back to health!

"What a lucky man Old McCoy is!" Caltha thought as she nudged Chuck with a smile and then dashed off with renewed confidence. Chuck flew after Caltha and they resumed their game. There was no reason for them to stay where they weren't wanted. They would see Old McCoy later!

However, "later" would never come.

The following day was just as the previous one. Caltha and Chuck didn't see hide nor hair of their owner, so they spent the day playing. When they grew hungry they snuck by the Gysahl greens patch to take a few. Had Old McCoy not woken up yet, or had he forgotten about them? Caltha was slowly growing depressed.

Another full day went by without Old McCoy. Caltha and Chuck were more than concerned, and they wanted to find out what was going on. They tried to check the house, but the windows were all closed and they couldn't see inside. Chuck tried to access the house from the rooftop but his plan failed when he couldn't get the windows open either. Caltha couldn't stop sulking.

Just as they were about to give up however, they noticed a lot of cars by the farm's entrance again. Old McCoy's family was there again. Men and women in suits, carrying briefcases, surrounded by an aura of stern importance, and a lot of the adult McCoy's were gathered there, just not their owner. They were discussing things while making hand gestures to their surroundings. Something seemed off to Caltha.

One of the McCoy's was laughing joyously, as if he had received a prize. Meanwhile, his brother closer to him seemed to be angry, shouting some gibberish that Caltha couldn't make out from a distance. They seemed to be disputing something while the man and woman in suits calmly recited sentences from the copies of papers they were holding. Caltha couldn't understand what they were doing, but she liked nothing about how they were prancing about the place like they owned it.

She took a few steps forwards and tried asking what was going on, but no sound other than a "Kweh?" came out of her beak. Caltha wished she could at least pronounce her master's name in order to ask where he was.

The happy McCoy known as Brandon frowned at Caltha's presence and attempted to shoo her away. "Shoo, chocobo. Go to your stable!"

"Where's the new damn caretaker?" Phil, the angry McCoy, was losing his patience. "He's supposed to be keeping these animals at the stables!"

Phil's lawyer, Mrs. Grayson, tilted her glasses as she reviewed the information on her bill. "It seems these two are part of the larger flock we passed earlier. The inventory checks out, only one black and yellow chocobo were missing after all."

Caltha blinked and leaned forwards, starting to pick up on the conversations. Years of listening to humans could lead a chocobo to being able to partly understand their language, even if they could not speak it as freely.

"Peh! What's with this thing, staring at us like that?" Phil groaned, hands in his pockets as he approached Caltha and shot a glare that made her back up. "Huuuuh? It's just like gramps! Leave nothing but useless birds after up and dying."

Caltha's eyes widened.

"Heh heh, well don't worry Phil!" Brandon put an arm around his shorter brother, his burly arm nearly suffocating Phil. "If you don't want his chocobo ranch, I'll take it! Gramps better appreciate it, I'm gonna take his farm and make it even better. Oh yeah, we'll make millions with my all-natural choc 'n pumpkin pies!"

The yellow chocobo backed up again. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Hey, knock it off! I'm not making this into a stupid pie factory. No sir. Gonna breed top-quality runner stallions here! Chocobos are useless!" Phil groaned, making Brandon boom even louder with laughter.

"What about the pumpkins?"

"What about 'em? You can raze that part of the farm to the ground, we'll build from scratch!"

"Oh, I can't let you do that little brother! My pies are going to be made of..."

"To hell with your pies, I want runners!"

"Ahem." The lawyers coughed simultaneously to draw the siblings' attention to themselves. Mr. Potts spoke first: "We believe it would now be a good time to begin the meeting for the McCoy farm's division... Right now."

Caltha couldn't stand it anymore. From what she could understand, her dear friend and owner had passed away without her knowing. What's worse, the farm was about to go to either, or both of Old McCoy's snotty grand-children! One wanted to turn her and her friends into pie, and the other was probably going to sell and separate them! It was horrible! Anger began to build within the chocobo, who squawked out at the brothers as if telling them to go away. The four humans turned around as they heard Caltha's violent growl. Phil approached her with the same threatening leer from before.

"What's wrong, useless? Want me to calm you down?" Phil started, but let out a loud yelp of pain as Caltha exploded and pecked his forehead in return. "Ahh, f-fuck! You worthless goddamn walking pillow. Get me my rifle, Mrs. Grayson, I WANT IT NOW!"

Caltha squawked angrily, flailing her wings. She was irate and outraged. Mrs. Grayson tried holding Phil back while Brandon laughed at the whole scene. "Please, Mr. McCoy. Stop provoking the chocobo! Let us just go inside the house!"

"Yes, I do believe our discussion has to end at some point this day," Mr. Potts said while taking a gander at his expensive wristwatch. Caltha tried to approach them again in an attempt to drive them away. But all of a sudden a fast Brandon dashed forwards and grabbed her by the neck, taking Caltha by surprise. She couldn't move!

"Now now, birdie. You're looking mighty delicious, but lunch am not on until two hours from now," Brandon licked his lips almost sadistically, making Caltha silently gulp as the tall McCoy smirked. "Good girl, now go to your stable. I'll be seeing ya later!" Brandon brought his arm back and threw the yellow chocobo over a few yards, causing her to land in a mud patch with a splash.

She couldn't believe it! That guy had hurled her like a pillow, and now he was laughing as the four left for Old McCoy's house to discuss their purported division of the farm. Oh she was about to explode again! But as the door slammed behind Brandon, she stood up and sighed. Reality dawned on Caltha as she realized that her friend was now forever gone, and even if she somehow managed to drive the siblings and their suits away, that reality would not soon change.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she slumped down and slowly walked back to the stables. Caltha felt completely defeated, and she was convinced like there wasn't anything anybody could do for her.

Chuck frowned as Caltha passed him without even making eye contact, not even a little caw. The black chocobo felt guilty he had not stepped in after he had seen Caltha get beaten up, but he was so small and weak!

He turned around to look at his depressed friend and thought hard about what he could do to cheer Caltha up. There was probably nothing he could do to prevent the farm from being divided or given away; the least he thought he could do was try to do something for Caltha. He set off for the Gysahl greens grounds and, while he made sure the new caretaker wasn't there, quickly flew over and began to check the harvested vegetables. Chuck wanted to find a big, juicy one for Caltha. The baskets with harvested Gysahls had medium sized ones; he knew those weren't enough for the level of cheerfulness he wanted to help Caltha with.

Shiftily looking left and right, Chuck dug down on each and every basket, trying to find the best Gysahl greens. All of them were common and the usual, one after another. Chuck was growing weary of searching soon. With a sigh of defeat he pulled back and was ready to slump down before a little glitter near him caught his attention. Chuck looked under one of the wall holders to find a suspiciously glowing Gysahl veggie. He had never seen anything like it, maybe it was special! Approaching it, Chuck found that the glow was fading until the Gysahl stopped glittering at all. Perhaps it wasn't as special as he thought.

Then all of a sudden, the vegetable bloated outwards and inflated like a balloon. Chuck flinched and scurried back while squawking. Had the vegetable tried to attack him?! He was scared about this development, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. Peering over the basket he was using as a hiding spot, Chuck noticed the Gysahl veggie had stopped inflating and was lying there as inconspicuous as a vegetable could get. With the exception it now was twice as large as the other Gysahls. Chuck slowly approached with a little twig under his wing and poked it to make sure it was not hostile. The size was impressive for a veggie; he wondered how it tasted! But then it hit him: This was just what he needed. If he brought the veggie to Caltha and she saw how big it was, she would be super happy!

With renewed determination, the black chocobo clamped his beak down on the veggie's bush and then beat his wings as fast and hard as he could. He managed to lift off and with some effort glided off the Gysahl greens' patch.

Chuck found Caltha by the chocobo stables, unmistakable thanks to her pink ribbon. The depressed bird was sitting down by one of the columns of the perimeter, using her talons to lazily draw circles. Chuck's appearance startled her with a loud "Work!" as he arrived with the biggest Gysahl she had ever seen. Caltha blinked in surprise as Chuck set it down by her feet and pushed it with his forehead as an offering.

Caltha wasn't in the mood to eat, not after what had happened only some moments ago. Chuck looked at her from behind the huge veggie with hopeful eyes, endearing the larger chocobo. She didn't have much of a choice. Plus, she knew Chuck had gone through all of the trouble of getting her a snack. With a sigh she stood up on her legs and leaned down to peck on the vegetable. Caltha widened her eyes as she felt something sparkle within her mouth as soon as she brought a piece of the veggie into her mouth. It was certainly not the first time she had tasted a Gysahl green, but the taste was extraordinary; she had to have more. Chuck suddenly found himself hanging onto a rapidly vanishing vegetable and decided to jump off lest he got pecked by his now ravenous friend.

Perching himself on the wooden pole nearby, the black chocobo watched Caltha completely devour the once shiny, apparently really tasty treat in mere seconds. Caltha panted a bit when she was done, her cheeks flushing with color as the aftertaste washed over her buds and sent her senses into overdrive. Every single piece of the veggie she had consumed had felt like heaven for some reason, as if she had gone for years without sustenance and all of a sudden a banquet had been gladly taken in. The tingly sensation of each bite soon transferred to the rest of her, spreading from her belly to her talons and wingtips. She closed her eyes to relish the moment, feeling cheered up. No it wasn't that she was cheered up, she was feeling like she was being charged up.

Caltha's eyes looked down at her wingtips and became full of surprise when suddenly she found she had full control over each individual tip, like independent extensions. She spread her wings to see if anything else had changed and widened her eyes as she saw them becoming larger and longer, attaining limb-like forms as the flare of her wings adjusted into paw shapes. Caltha gasped, bewildered. She noticed her feet remained unchanged, but that wasn't the case with her legs. Much like her new arms, the limbs had become longer and much thicker, packing extra hard muscle.

Then, her mid-section began to shift and expand in unprecedented ways, as if to become the mold for a different body-type. Her hips began to flare out and expand to much wider proportions as her behind became much rounder and supple with cheeks that bloated out like inflating balloons, packed tightly together into a pretty peach shape. She moaned as her new hands couldn't help but feel the big, soft butt cheeks she had been granted, kneading them like new playthings.

A sudden warmth spread from her belly as her abdomen solidified and bulged, then hardened once more, compacting the growing muscle into six neatly packed abs. Caltha panted and interrupted the inspection of her sexy ass to look down and feel her rock-solid middle and cawed in delight at the touch. Her fingers had gone from the soft and firm of her buttocks to the hard and strong six-pack on her stomach. The joy only intensified as she noticed the section under her shortening neck bloating out in a similar way to her backside. Caltha's head was granted an even better view as her long chocobo neck seemed to adjust its distance to her shoulders to complete her humanoid shape, granting her a body that wasn't hard on the eyes at all. But the full picture would of course have to wait.

Caltha was completely drawn in and utterly fascinated by the lumps she was now holding in the palm of her new hands. The feathery mounds felt even softer, if not plumper than her backside. She experimentally gave the breasts a good squeeze and moaned loudly in satisfaction, cawing even louder as she found out that her new bits were in fact still growing! Caltha started fondling, her eyes unable to stop watching the swelling of her new boobs. Those soft, perky, spherical mounds of flesh that were filling her new feathery paws and soon spilling through the cracks of her fingers felt incredible. Every time she stopped moaning to focus on the sight, they had grown a few inches larger, prompting her to squeeze and begin moaning again; she was in heaven.

Chuck was intently watching the changes, eyes wide as plates, unable to believe what was going in front of him. This was Caltha he was watching, but at the same time, she was starting to look less like Caltha and more like a human! The physical changes seemed to have stopped, but that was if he didn't count the pair of balloons on Caltha's front. She seemed to be so happy playing with them! He wondered if she would let him play with them too.

But Caltha was beyond considering anything other than her enlarging assets. Her tongue lolled out as she felt the incredible pleasure stemming from the receptacles on the pressure points of her fat, growing tits. She couldn't stop, she had to keep kneading; she had to keep making them grow. Minutes went by and their slow expansion encased Caltha into a never-ending cycle of pleasure which nearly sent her over the edge, if not for the fact that the reason in her head suddenly screamed for her to stop.

At that point, Caltha's breasts had long since outgrown her paws, at least as big as her head, if not even larger. The yellow chocobo suddenly yipped as reality dawned upon her, and her balance. "Eeep! Geronimo!" without the support of her paws on her chest, she fell forwards chest-first with a thud. Chuck squawked in a panic and flew right after Caltha, landing on her back and bouncing on her new, muscular shoulders in concern. "I... I'm okay, Chuck. I guess I overdid this a little."

After completing the arduous task of removing her beak from her all-encompassing, feathery cleavage, Caltha slowly sat up as Chuck flew off and landed on her shoulder. The black chocobo blinked as his much larger friend stared back with amazement in her eyes. "Chuck... I'm talking! I mean... like a human!"

Chuck seemed to be happy as well as he bounced harder. "For some reason, I still can understand you, and probably the others as well..." she mused for a few moments and collected her thoughts. There was no way this was normal in a chocobo. Sitting cross-legged, Caltha inspected her new body to ascertain the situation.

Bulky was the word to define her. Caltha had long, fully articulate limbs like humans did. In fact, throwing her arms up into a semi-arc caused her muscles to flex in ways she did not know they could. Biceps inflated to enormous proportions that were only matched in size by her bountiful chest jutting out from her wide pectorals. Her upper body was fully toned with her large arms supported by her proportionally large shoulders and ample back. For all of her hard muscle, her mid-section was significantly lither in comparison; Caltha's waist was reduced in width, almost to a curve for the rest of her. With a large pelvis, her muscular thighs and round buttocks were overshadowing what her once thin chocobo legs had been; now pillars of power in comparison. Chuck squawked in approval.

"Thank you Chuck. I didn't realize how good eating big greens was! I feel so strong!" the chocobo girl announced with a smile, her beak adjusting for her to actually express more accurate emotion through her facial features. "Ah, I think I could easily lift a tractor over my head! Hmmm... Now I can actually go up against that brute! ...Though I probably shouldn't," she rubbed behind her head. "Oh?" surprise once again hit her as Caltha ran her fingers through a luscious golden mane of hair protruding from her head and flowing down her back. "This mane is so shiny and pretty... But hmm... cumbersome at the same time."

Looking back at her hair she decided to do something about it later. For now, Caltha was thinking about the new possibilities her new form granted her. This was far from orthodox, but with her newly acquired anthropomorphic shape and speech skills, Caltha knew she could now stand up for everyone in the farm and let Old McCoy's grandchildren know the other chocobos and she wanted to live here in peace. This was the perfect opportunity!

Happy with her plan, she stood up and prepared to march back into the household. As her more spherical bits jiggled with every movement, Caltha finally realized she was butt-naked. She knew humans liked to cover themselves in cloth in order to appear 'decent', and if she ever wanted them to take her seriously, Caltha knew she would have to appropriate their customs as well. But where would she find cloth...? "The barn!" she snapped her fingers, giddy about being able to do actually do that. "Old McCoy had a spare outfit over there, I know it!" she grinned, and then beckoned her black feathered friend.

"Here Chuck, I need your help to find the clothes!" Caltha said as she rummaged through heavy haystacks as if they were empty cardboard boxes. Chuck for himself was trying his best at not being hit by any of the clumsily thrown haystacks the muscular chocobo was hurling behind her. The fact Caltha had grown so big and different, and so powerful, did not escape the black chocobo; but she still had all of his yellow friend's vestiges, and smelled like her. He also understood what her interests were, and for everyone else's no less; he was determined to help.

Chuck's eyes set themselves on the second floor as he noticed what appeared to be a pair of pant legs draped over one of the haystacks stacked near the wooden ladder. He was about to signal Caltha to climb and get it when he saw her try to take a seat on a chair in front of a shelf before it snapped and broke under her huge, heavy rump. "Whoops." Caltha blushed and tried to push the splinters and pieces under some of the leather mattresses before she resumed her search. Chuck rolled his eyes and flew over to the outfit.

Caltha frowned as she couldn't find what she was looking for. She rested her hands on her wide hips and blew some air up, moving a golden lock of hair to the side of her forehead. "That's right, I have to do something about this hair..." she looked about, finding a pair of shears by one of the tool boxes.

Chuck patiently flew down while pulling the overalls he had found on the second floor; though it seemed the overalls were pulling him down instead. Eventually the lack of balance made him crash on the floor with a small thud. He squawked in annoyance and wiggled his way out of the large coveralls. When he finally wriggled out he lied down with the top part of the overalls over his head like the covers of a bed. He stayed still as he looked up at Caltha. He could see Caltha from a profile view, sparkling strands of her beautiful new hair raining down around her feet as she cut and trimmed her mane.

Caltha was so focused on her reflection by one of the mirrors that she didn't notice nor hear Chuck. She didn't want to accidentally cut herself. Her massive melons jiggled and knocked against each other as her burly arms moved about, paws using the shears to carefully cut her blonde hair to a more manageable volume. She stopped once she could wear her hair like short locks in the shape of waves, like sunrays, over her head. A satisfied smile curled her beak as she struck a small pose to admire her handiwork. Old McCoy hadn't replaced this beat-up, half-cracked mirror, but it was enough to catch her own face and most of her curvy body. The fact she stood a six foot something chocobo with a human body that could put most of them to shame with her strength and beauty aroused her. This in turn was making her excited for more, which was increasing her lust for the same sensations she had been feeling earlier. Caltha grabbed at her chest, sticking her tongue out playfully as she gave herself a sultry smirk and began to tease her nipples.

Chuck blinked and then frowned as he caught the sight of Caltha's thick arms moving up in the same motion as before. Her hands were busy playing with those large balloons again, which was going to make them bigger! She was already maybe too big for this outfit, and if she continued she would not fit at all! "Kweh!" went the little one, startling a now embarrassed Caltha, who turned about and giggled nervously while rubbing the back of her neck in shame.

"My bad, Chuck! Oh!" the chocobo girl stomped forwards with excitement as she saw the overalls, causing Chuck to fly away to avoid being carelessly crushed. "This is perfect! Thank you, Chuck, I'll try it on right now!"

Chuck seemed happy as he floated around Caltha, who clumsily began to put the coveralls on, having a hard time at first since she'd never worn clothes before. With one leg in, the second slid quite easily. Caltha groaned a little as the bottom was pretty snug around her hips; it adjusted nicely to her waist, but she ran into the same problem when she reached her enormous chest. As Caltha snapped the straps together finally, she gasped and grunted in discomfort. "Oww, how did Old McCoy pull this off? It's so tight!" she complained, looking down at her even vaster cleavage as her huge tits pushed together harder thanks to the straps, her sensitive nipples hidden between her feathers rubbing against them. Caltha was starting to blush again, not from embarrassment, but from actual arousal that the tightness was leading her to. Her muscular, large body was not used to being confined, but the very attempt to do that to it was making it pulse and tingle with more energy. "Ohhh, this actually feels... mmm..."

This was it. Caltha couldn't help herself. Her paws moved faster than Chuck could call for her attention this time. Caltha groped those deliciously sized knockers before fondling them with all of her strength. Caltha let out a moan of pure bliss as she arched back with a long-winded "Aaahhhhh!" as she squished her large bazongas eagerly. Suddenly every bit of her felt empowered. Chuck's sudden cries of warning went unheard as Caltha felt her arms and legs thicken, stretching her overalls as she began to expand. Unaware of the actual effect of her arousal and the tight situation, Caltha went on playing with herself as she developed larger muscles, bigger curves and started to expand taller and taller.

The outfit making the brave attempt to contain her growing body was protesting with resounding stretches and groans as the denim struggled to keep the feathered woman from bursting through. Her breasts inflated with every fondle; the muscles in her arms improving at a naturally alarming rate. Caltha felt her sexy ass pressing against the bottom of her overalls and giggled as she decided to distribute her hands better. Keeping one arm rubbing her tits while her hand groped what flesh she could put her fingers on, her other arm went down to allow Caltha access to her behind. As soon as she began grabbing one butt cheek, she felt the surge of energy intensify. She clenched her beak down and shut her eyes as she tried to contain that energy, to make the feeling last. In the meantime, she squeezed and fondled with even more eagerness as her height shot up several inches and her ass ballooned outwards while her hips became even wider.

Caltha cried out as she eventually failed to contain that delightful sensation within her. She instead chose to let it flow, which in turn fed her with unbridled power that caused her to explode with growth! The chocobo female found herself reveling in the increments of size and power that were causing her to widen and to become taller by the second. Her overalls were becoming ridiculously cramped, with her giant tits spilling to the sides, her nipples now too big for the straps to even cover. Caltha moaned louder still as she fondled even more, feeling her shoulders and back widen to accommodate her growing limbs and booty, letting an addicted Caltha to shower in the sound of her clothes tearing apart.

Eventually, a large rip took care of her overalls as her tits spilled out and bounced wildly. Her massively swollen rump did not fall behind; the pair of buttocks was jiggling like jello in spite of their firmness and shapely forms. Caltha swelled several feet larger, realizing that the very power she was attempting to contain that she had allowed to come out was making her bigger. "Mmmmngh... more, more...!" she begged, squeezing and groping herself while pushing her thick arms over her sensitive breasts as she groped her growing rump. Her legs had gone from toned and muscular to absolutely gigantic pillars of bird meat; her hips wider than her shoulders at this point. Caltha was quickly rising up and the ceiling was closing in. She opened her eyes as she banged her head against it, unaware of how many dozens of inches she had already climbed! Caltha could reach up to the ceiling with her paws, she could push against it. Caltha could see how big her arms had become, how powerfully her biceps and triceps were bulging, she was a powerhouse! Nothing could stop her now!

Chuck was very well aware of this, so after unilaterally deciding that his efforts to call Caltha back from her grow binge would go to waste, he quickly fled the coop so to speak. For some reason he just knew his 20ft. tall and still enlarging friend would be alright!

"Therefore, Phillips will get the pumpkin and Gysahl green area while, you, Brandon, will get the chocobo stables and..."

"No no no! I can't make my famous Choco-pumpkin pie without pumpkin! C'mon, 'lil bro. The factory I want will make us rich!" Brandon argued, but Phil would have none of it. The lawyers sighed, realizing after hours of debate that they were babysitting children.

It was in the middle of the negotiation that they all felt a deep rumble. A second rumble that knocked a pair of mugs over the table confirmed it had not been their imagination. Phil was the first one to shoot up with a soaked crotch stained with hot coffee, "God-damnit! Gah!" the man cried as he ran around, but his panic went ignored as the other three stared outside the window. "What'cha all idiots staring out for?! Help me with the burns damnit!"

It wasn't very long before the audience saw the top of the barn explode as two huge yellow arms burst through followed by the head of a strange, giant chocobo. Jaws dropped at the unison which made Phil approach the window and force his lawyer out of the way, "What's so geldarned important that you... What in tarnation is that?!"

Outside, Caltha was relishing what appeared to be a dream come true. She had never felt so good in her entire life, not even while playing the best tag game, not even when pigging out on Gysahl greens! Caltha was huge! She was still growing, her entire body swelling at an increasingly faster pace. At 50ft. tall she could easily see Old McCoy's house. She smirked as she realized this meant that she would definitely not have any more trouble with stubborn humans, but before she even made her move another explosion of inner energy sent her over the edge.

With a caw of delight, Caltha hugged her enormously muscular and super-endowed curviness, squeezing her beautiful body as it soared higher, taller, bulkier, and stronger than ever! Her ass, a wall of flesh complemented by her still spherical butt cheeks were making holes into the barn's opposite wall, crashing past it and reducing the woodwork to pieces. Caltha's gargantuan breasts had become so large that they hung almost down to her navel, yet their shape and firmness never gave way to sagginess, which allowed her to keep a perfectly round bust.

She loved herself as she grew. 60ft., 70, 80, and she couldn't help but caw louder, bringing the attention of all of the chocobos in the farm to surround the barn where Chuck was still hanging around, looking at his friend the mighty giant become mightier still!

90ft. 100, 110. Caltha felt like she was truly unstoppable, "More!" she cried out in ecstasy as orgasmic bliss filled every fiber in her being, the energy coursing through her body making her into an even greater feathered giant. The humans came outside and stared in disbelief as the giant monster they had seen come out of the barn looked strangely like the yellow chocobo from earlier.

"Did it talk?!"

"Who cares, what is it doing to MY barn?!" Phil cried out loud, caring little about the second degree burns on his person now. Caltha was so helpless before her growth spurt that she couldn't help answering every little jerk reaction or reflex. Her hips twisted and demolished the barn walls as her lower body became entrapped by the increasingly smaller place. She lowered her hands to get a good grip at the sides and ripped the walls right off!

"Nnghh... ahhh... I'm so big and powerful!" Caltha purred happily, but then realized what she had done to the barn. Panic began to take her over as she considered what if what was happening to her was irreversible and she could never stop it. If that was the case, she might end crushing everyone by accident! "No, I don't want that!" the scared bird thought, before she heard a second female voice within her mind.

"Don't worry! You'll be fine! I'll help rebuild once you're done."

"Huh?" Caltha blinked as she heard the voice in head. She twisted and turned, unaware of where it was coming from at first. "Who are you? What do you mean you'll help me? Do you mean I won't grow out of control?"

"Of course not, I wouldn't do that to you! Teehee, just enjoy your growth. You might want to convince the people below there to leave though. Your friends have the common sense to keep a good distance but you might end up squishing those if you don't move!"

"O-oh... right! Uhm... so you're the one making me grow?"

"Nope! That would be your own power. I just unlocked it with a little help from your friend Chuck! Though he has no idea what he did, heh! Mmm, you can now claim the farm as yours, Caltha!"

"The farm... mine?" Caltha began to think about it. Yes, this was just what she wanted! "Th-thank you...! Uhm... You know my name, what is yours?"

"Just call me Ashi. Now chop chop, young lady! I want to see some action, and when you're done, I'll help you rebuild."

"Action, huh?"

Mr. Potts tugged at his collar with a nervous gulp as he saw Caltha's humongous tits bouncing like aerostatic balloons, while Mrs. Grayson attempted to avert her gaze. Brandon was speechless and shivered as Caltha's growth stopped at 150ft. tall only for her to lean down and give him a very arrogant grin. "Still hungry?" She said with the tip of her beak about a single yard away from the group.

"Ahhhhh!" Brandon let out a girlish scream before he turned tail and ran for his truck, "You can have the farm lil' bro, always said I wanted to be a vegetarian!"

Phil shook his fist, "Don't you run on me, coward!" he yelled as Mrs. Grayson followed Brandon out of the area. "Goddamnit, no mutant chicken's gonna take what's mine, I will... ah!" as he and Mr. Potts got caught between the giant chocobo girl's fingers by their collars and lifted, she gave both an endearing smile.

"Would you two gentlemen be so kind as to leave MY farm?" the males were shaking, "You don't mind if I take over, do you?" she sweetly asked the lawyer, who instantly opened his suitcase before writing signatures down like a madman and hurling the papers into Caltha's great canyon of boobage.

With a little giggle, she looked over at the paralyzed Phil and uttered a soft: "Boo!" before the man was rendered unconscious by his panic. With a little wink to Mr. Potts, she stepped out of the destroyed barn and gently put both men on the other truck. "I will take good care of it!"

The vehicles drove off with such speed that one could only see scattering dusts of clouds moving into the horizon. With a smile for a job well done, Caltha dusted her paws and rested them on her waist. Looking back at her handijob, she was a bit sad she had actually destroyed Old McCoy's farm, but then all of a sudden the crumbled down building began to glow and just like that, the barn popped right back into place as it had once been! The chocobo ran over to it causing small quakes with every step and leaned down, her tits wobbling dangerously under her as she tried to convince her eyes he hadn't just seen what had happened. "Hey! That was a promise, and I keep good on my word, see?"

"Ashi, right? Uhm... thank you! On behalf of all the chocobos!"

The female voice giggled to Caltha, "Don't worry about it honey. I just hate bullies, you know? They had what was coming to them! Now, I think you're due for some training and control..."

Caltha turned around and looked down at the clumsily ruined floor that had been stomped in by her gigantic footpaws, "O-oh... whoops...!" And just like that, the ground popped back up like loaves of bread rising in an oven. "Y-you aren't just a voice in my head, are you?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head, Caltha. I'll stick around for a while longer and fix whatever you break while you learn to control your new 'gift'. It'd be sad if you accidentally sat on your new farm, am I right?"

Caltha rubbed behind her neck and giggled nervously, "Y-yeah! Thank you again Ashi, I'll do my best! For Old McCoy too!"

"Hey, like I said, don't mention it," Ashi responded, "I quite enjoyed the show!"

The End.