Creative Materia Usage

One of the realities of going on a quest to save the world was that there were an awful lot of times when staying at an inn just wasn’t an option. Maybe the closest settlements were all Shinra strongholds. Maybe they’d had to spend all their funds on weapons, armour, supplies, and such. Maybe Barret had started a fight with the local innkeeper over politics (again) and had gotten them banned from sleeping in a real god damn bed for once (again). But most often there just weren’t any settlements anywhere nearby and so they found themselves having to set up camp. Or, really, camps. Another, much more unfortunate reality of their current situation was that in the process of saving the world they had kind of sort of maybe pissed off the people in charge of the biggest government in the world and had gotten themselves labelled as wanted fugitives.

And so travelling in a big group wasn’t really an option. Not a one of them was even remotely inconspicuous, except maybe for Aeris – and so of course Aeris had been the first real casualty. With all of them together? There was no way they’d fly under the radar. So instead they would typically split up into groups of three. Which groups three varied depending on who Cloud, the group’s leader, specifically wanted with him for any given situation. Currently he had Barret and Cid with him. Tifa and Yuffie formed what they called the girlsquad – Aeris would have been with them before the... unpleasantness at the city of the ancients.

Which was, in a roundabout way, why Red XIII found himself stuck with the weirdos. He wasn’t entirely sure which motherfucker thought it was a good idea to stick the three most conspicuous party members into a group, but damned if they hadn’t done it. Vincent was a terrible conversationalist but at least he would typically keep to himself, and the fact that he never fucking slept meant Red never needed to take watch. Which was nice, he supposed. Still, the guy could probably stand to tone down the vampire cosplay a little bit.

Of course, Red wasn’t exactly one to throw stones about standing out considering he was living in a glass house. At six foot nine, he was easily the tallest person in the group. And, while Barret had significantly more raw bulk than he did, he was still no slouch when it came to muscle. Lithe, but extremely well defined. Enough to be clearly visible in spite of his red-orange fur. Which, really, was another way he stood out; he clearly wasn’t human. Depending on who you asked, he was either some sort of lion-man or wolf-man. The truth, of course, was that he wasn’t either. But if forced to pick, he would probably lean closer to wolf than lion – lions didn’t typically howl at the moon. It also probably didn’t help that he’d never exactly been comfortable with clothing. The rest of the party had to essentially force him to wear a simple cloth loincloth, which was about as much as he was willing to accept.

And yet, in spite of being a big buff wolf man wearing nothing except a loincloth that if he was honest really didn’t adequately contain his big ol’ wolf dick, Red still wasn’t the most conspicuous member of Team Weirdos.

No, that would be the three foot tall talking cat thing that rode a giant moogle. Red honestly still wasn’t sure what Cait Sith’s deal was. He(? Red was equally not sure of Cait Sith’s gender) had apparently been a Shinra mole at some point but also had at some other point changed sides. Honestly, Red really probably shouldn’t have trusted him in the slightest just by virtue of having already done a traitor, but he was just so bizarre that it was hard to feel anything other than confusion. He was, after all, a mechanical fortune telling machine from the gold saucer in the shape of a talking cat fairy with a crown and cape and an ass that Red staunchly refused to acknowledge was kind of nice because that would not just be kind of gay, it’d also be weird. There was also the fact that Cait Sith had heroically sacrificed himself to keep the Black Materia from Sephiroth’s hands. Yes, that had ultimately been pointless – Sephiroth got the Black Materia anyway and Cait Sith turned out to have the ability to jump into backup bodies? But the sentiment was there and also Red was still not sure exactly how much of an independent identity the different Cait Siths had from each other.

One thing he was pretty sure about was that he really wasn’t comfortable with Cait Sith sitting in his lap and grinding his ass against his crotch. “You know that there’s plenty of space in the campsite,” Red grumbled.

“Yes but I’m perfectly comfortable here, Fido.” Cait Sith punctuated the settlement by wiggling his butt, wedging Red’s bulge even deeper into the cleft. “Besides,” he continued with a big ol’ shit-eating grin. “Don’t think I don’t see that big ol’ boner you pop whenever you see my big fat cat ass.”

Red glowered as stoically as he was capable of. The effect of which was, admittedly, kind of undermined by the blush and the boner – which, he maintained, wasn’t his fault. Just a reflexive response to the physical contact by something big and soft, something he had no control over and certainly not something that made him gay.

“Tell you what, Fido,” Cait Sith said, finally leaving Red’s lap. I know you’re like forty plus years old, but it’s pretty obvious that mentally you’re still like sixteen. Big ol’ bucket of hormones and confusion. And between your entire species dying out and then getting forced to breed with Aeris by Hojo and then having to go on a big ol’ world-saving quest, it’s no wonder you’ve got some weird sexual hangups.”

“I don’t have any sexual hangups.”

“Tell that to Big Red down there. Really big red, by the way. What are you, fourteen inches? Eighteen?”

“Twenty four,” Red muttered, completely unable to suppress the sheepish blush.

Cait Sith let out a long whistle. “Damn, Fido’s packing some heat.”

“I don’t understand what you’re getting at.”

“Well, obviously you’re a horny little teen who doesn’t have any opportunities to experiment.”

“Suppose you’re right,” Red retorted. “Which you aren’t, by the way. But let’s suppose for the sake of argument that you are. What, exactly, can you do about it for me? No matter how nice your... posterior may or may not be, you’re still a tiny little cat.”

“And?”

“Obviously I would be more attracted to my own species. And in case you didn’t notice, my own species is decidedly more than three feet tall.”

“Three foot four,” Cait Sith corrected. “And for your information, some people are into shortstacks who are barely bigger’n their dicks.” He stroked his chin in almost a parody of thoughtfulness. “But you do have a point. I look at you and I don’t see someone who needs a shortstack cumdump gee eff to use as a living cocksheathe.”

“can you maybe not use that kind of language it’s really weird.”

Cait Sith, if he heard Red’s objection, completely ignored it. “No, what you need is a big soft mommy gee eff.”

Red glowered. “And that would be... You?”

“Well, I could bring out the Mogazon. Buuuuut I’m having a lot of fun teasing you. And besides, you’ve got a two foot long bone and I want that. Lucky for you, I know of a way we can both get what we want.”

“Dare I ask how?”

Cait Sith once again grinned a big, shit-eating grin, before holding up his right wrist, showing off the simple bangle he had equipped as ‘armour.’ Generally, no one in the party really wore armour per se. The closest they got were these glorified wrist ornaments that really more served as extra slots for materia, and Cait Sith’s bangle was no exception. Three green spheres and a yellow one. “Restore, Time, Mystify, and Morph.”

“I don’t see the utility of any of that,” Red replied tersely.

“That’s ‘cos you’re not thinking creatively, Fido.” He tapped each sphere, one after the other. “Restore so that we can keep going for as long as we’re having fun without having to worry about that silly ol’ refractory period. Time gives us access to Haste, and Mystify gives us access to Berserk. I don’t think I need to explain why you’d want those in the bedroom, though on the other hand you are clearly a bit naive when it comes to sex.”

Red did not, in fact, see the utility of haste or berserk in a sexual context, but elected to pretend that he did. “Fine, but what about Morph, then? No amount of creativity is going to make turning monsters into items of any use in a, uh, sexual situation.”

“See, that’s you being narrow-minded again~” Cait Sith replied. “Only thinking of combat applications. If you were maybe a bit more open-minded, you’d realize that in the hands of someone who knows what they’re doing, a Morph materia can do quite a lot more morphing than just turning monsters into items.”

“Like what?” Red replied, still unconvinced.

“I suppose a demonstration is in order, ye of little faith.” Once again, he lifted his hand, this time placing it on his chest. “Morph,” he said, and the yellow sphere lit up with the telltale glow of a materia being used.

At first, it seemed like nothing was happening. Red knew better than to assume that was the case, though – the materia was glowing, after all, so something was happening. He just wasn’t quite sure what it was just yet. He started to get a bit of an inkling when he heard the soft rumbling and the strange rubbery noises, and when he saw Cait Sith’s jaw hanging slack, a thin strand of drool running down his chin, his face flushing. And, now that he was looking a bit closer, he could see him inching taller. Slowly, but undeniably. And beyond that his hips were getting just a bit wider, ass just a bit rounder, chest just a bit softer. “Mnnn, you’ll forgive me if I get a bit ahead of myself because this bit always feels so goooooood~”

And then, just like that, the changes went from barely noticeable to catastrophic. Within seconds, Cait Sith went from a three foot four femboy-coded sexless cat thing to a six foot eight mommyzon, complete with childbearing hips, big fat leaky tits twice the size of her head, and a god damn dumptruck of an ass. And yes, he was definitely a she now, at least biologically speaking. That much was made abundantly clear when she flopped backwards onto the aforementioned dumptruck and spread her thick thighs, revealing eager feminine folds. “C’mon, Fido~” she cooed, reaching down with one hand and spreading her lips apart. “Let’s have some fun.”

Red swallowed heavily as he stared. His throat was conspicuously dry and his loincloth was equally conspicuously tight.

“Oh, and by the way,” Cait Sith said, that same shit-eating grin settling comfortably onto her face. “This absolutely makes you gay.”
Touch Fluffy Tail 03

Julianna let out a low, gurgling moan as her digestion kicked into high gear. It did, she admitted, feel really weird to digest someone who was also standing in front of her. And behind her. And all around her – okay yes there was quite a lot about this situation that was well out of her usual wheelhouse. But whatever, by this point she’d had plenty of time to get used to the weirdness of the situation and could pretty safely roll with any further punches. And anyway, why waste time focusing on things that she’d honestly already spent plenty of time thinking about when she was about to grow?

It didn’t help that Roxie had decided to resume giving Julianna attention. And there were currently ten Roxies to give Julianna attention. Most of them were focused on rubbing her belly even as it slowly began to shrink back down, but there were also several giving attention to her boobs, another cluster giving her ass a nice massage, one had resumed her position underneath the squirrel’s heavy belly and was licking at her drooling pussy. And, most notably, the one that had been sitting on her belly had resumed her position. She pressed her ass against Julianna’s face, overwhelming her senses with the scent of her musky balls and eager pussy. God she smelled so fucking good.

Her tongue slid out on reflex, desperate to get a taste. She pressed it against Roxie’s cunt and was rewarded with a gush of sweet and salty femcum. God she tasted so fucking good. She pushed her tongue more firmly against the raccoon’s womanhood, slowly sliding it in, deeper and deeper and deeper – one nice side effect of growing was that she had a whole shitton more tongue with which to eat Roxie out. And she was growing a lot more than she typically did, between the fact that the Roxie she’d eaten had been ten feet tall and all of that cum that she was also digesting. A nice extra dosage of protein.

“A-ahn! Oh yeah, that’s nice,” Roxie cooed, writhing and pressing her rear even more firmly against the squirrel’s face. “But you know what? I think there’s more productive things you could be using your mouth for, babe~”

Julianna didn’t need to be told twice. Grinning eagerly, or as much as she was capable of, she opened her mouth wider and wider, allowing the Roxie sitting on her face to slide easily down her gullet. Once again, Roxie tasted extremely good and went down extremely easily. Which still felt weird. But, now that she’d experienced it more than once, Julianna had to admit that it was a nice change of pace from her usual meal of extremely unwilling litterbugs. It only took a matter of seconds for her stomach to go from almost back to normal to extremely distended once again.

“Honestly, this is going so slowly,” a Roxie cooed. “At this rate we’ll be here all day before you even make a dent in my spares!” By the tone of her voice, it was extremely clear that Roxie absolutely had no intention of Julianna actually clearing out the excess Roxies any time soon. “What do you say we pick up the pace a bit, babe?”

“Hell yes.”

“Good girl. Open wide!”

Julianna did exactly what she was told, and the result was pretty much exactly what she expected. A team of Roxies gently rolled her over so that she was balanced on her belly, her face near the ground. Her mouth hung open eagerly, tongue lolling out slightly and thin strands of drool connecting her teeth. “Aaaaaaah~” she cooed eagerly, tongue undulating ever so slightly.

She knew, intellectually, that Roxie had specified she’d be picking up the pace, of course. But that didn’t change the fact that she got somewhat caught off guard when two of the Roxies took up positions on either side of her maw and grabbed her jaw, prying it as wide open as they could manage. Before Julianna could express any of that surprise, a Roxie crawled into her mouth, followed very shortly by another and then another and another and another. In short order she’d consumed the ten Roxie had earlier claimed there to be. And then eleven, twelve, and more, the flow seemingly endless. She could feel her body beginning to tilt as the sheer volume of Roxies easily overwhelmed her digestive system’s ability to cope. And it definitely didn’t help that they were writhing inside of her, like they were having some sorta orgy in her stomach – and the resultant cum only served to make her belly even bigger.

Julianna wasn’t entirely sure how long it took before the flow of Roxies slowed and then stopped. She had long since lost count of the sheer number of the raccoon’s bodies that had force-fed themselves to her.  There only seemed to be one left, or at least only one that she could see. “Good job! You cleared out all ‘a my spares!”

“How many?” Julianna gurgled.

“‘bout forty or so, minus those first two.”

“Oogh.” That was easily in the running for most-people-eaten-at-once. Factoring in that the Roxies were a lot bigger than her average prey and the fact that she wasn’t really that much bigger than normal, it probably broke the record. It was no wonder she felt so fucking full, which was otherwise an almost alien sensation to her. Not an unwelcome one, though, she mused, rubbing as much of her massively distended tum as she could reach. God, she could feel herself pressing against the fucking ceiling.

“Of course, I ain’t no underachiever. What do you say we really push your limits?”

“Oh?” All thoughts of how full she was vanished – whatever this was, it sounded fun. “And how do you propose we do that?”

“Well,” Roxie said, intentionally coyly. “You haven’t really gotten a proper start on digesting all of me yet. Believe me, I can tell.” An eager grin slowly spread across her face. “Which means that I can do this.”

Julianna let out a cry of ecstasy as every single Roxie in her stomach grew. “Fifteen feet,” Roxie clarified. “Don’t wanna push things too far until I get more of a feel for how much you can take, yanno?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s fair. The most people I’ve eaten at once was like fifty or so? But they were all normal people.”

“Yeah, in that case, let’s call this enough vore for now. Even for the vore-iest folks I know, this is a lot.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” Julianna reluctantly said. She didn’t particularly want to end things here, of course. Especially in comparison to how her vacation had been going otherwise, she was having a fucking blast.

Roxie, it seemed, was perceptive enough to pick up on that sentiment. “Oh? Sounds like someone’s pretty keen to keep goin’.”

“Well, yeah,” Julianna replied. “I’m having fun, I don’t really want it to be over.”

“Who says it’s over?”

“Huh?”

“I said we’re done with the vore, but that was basically just foreplay. And you’ve still got forty mes to finish disposing of, babe.” Once again, a shit-eating grin settled comfortably onto her face. “Speaking ‘a which, let’s just stimulate that ol’ digestion a bit, shall we?”

That brief period of downtime had been enough for Julianna’s arousal to just barely start waning. Extremely unsurprisingly, the instant Roxie snapped her fingers, that waning was undone and then some. Julianna’s cry of orgasm was drowned out by the deafeningly loud noises that her stomach was making. “Bog standard metabolic enhancement spell,” Roxie said – shouted, really, in order to be heard at all over the gurgles and growls. “I said we were gonna be picking up the pace, an’ if we waited for y’all to digest me normally we’d be here all fuckin’ day.”

Julianna honestly barely registered Roxie speaking. The words went into her ears, but they didn’t really properly settle into the part of her brain that was supposed to decipher the random noises that came from other people’s mouths into something with a coherent meaning.  Her mind was currently preoccupied with other things. Like, for instance, the aforementioned colossal orgasm. Her body convulsed and writhed as best as she was capable of considering how fucking massive her stomach was. Though it was getting less massive with every passing second, and also Julianna was much stronger than she typically looked. Normally she was fairly adept at keeping that hidden, but the complete loss of fine motor control had the side effect of bringing out the massive mountains of muscle upon muscle out to play. “Oooh, someone’s been holdin’ out on me,” Roxie cooed, stroking a bicep. “That always there, or..?”

“Mnf.”

“Fair enough, not in a position to give a proper answer. Thaaaaat’s fine, you just sit there and digest while I get ready for the main event.”

Julianna wanted to ask what, exactly, this so-called main event was – though she had an inkling. But when she opened her mouth all that came out was a long, wet burp. The sheer volume was enough to knock down most of the shelves that hadn’t already been knocked down by her gorging – at this point she pretty much filled the entire god damn store. Even factoring in that her belly was getting smaller and smaller as her digestion progressed, the rest of her was getting bigger and bigger. Her tits and ass swelled, hips widened, muscles bulged, and also everything about her just grew, slowly swelling taller and taller at a steady pace with the occasional extremely unsteady burst of size.

“F-fuuuuuuuck~” Julianna groaned as she found herself rapidly running out of floorspace. Not unexpected, but much faster than she had thought. It wasn’t unheard of for her to underestimate how much she was going to grow from a particular meal, but it also wouldn’t have surprised her if Roxie’s metabolic booster spell had some other effects she’d not mentioned. Regardless of the cause, she found herself pressing against just about everything there was to press against. The ceiling, the floor, all of the walls, and she was only getting bigger.

Something was going to give eventually, and it sure as fuck wasn’t gonna be the massive wall of muscle that Julianna had become. She didn’t even have to do anything – the building seemed to melt around her growing form. Either whoever built the store hadn’t bothered to pay for good macro proofing, or had instead elected to make the building crumble away much more easily as a safety measure. Either way, it was gone now. Sort of. Julianna recalled how oddly empty the store had suddenly become after her initial encounter with Roxie. And, likewise, the thronging crowds that had characterized the city were also completely gone. There was obviously some magic at play there, and Julianna was pretty sure none of this was actually happening.

Julianna took a moment to calm down. Breathe in and out. Regain just a little bit of coherency, if only for a moment, so she could take in how big she’d gotten. She’d never been perfect at this kind of size estimate, of course, but she estimated around a hundred feet or so? Definitely bigger than she probably should have gotten – even with forty people who were fifteen feet tall each plus a couple who were ten, she still expected diminishing returns as she got bigger. And all that extra titflesh and muscle mass and such had to come from somewhere. Which fairly solidly confirmed in her mind that Roxie had done some magic shenanigans to make her get bigger than she otherwise would have. Not something she was going to object to.

Her tail, meanwhile, had to be something like five times that height, and proportionally fluffy. She knew for a fact that she could pretty comfortably use the thing as a bed because this was hardly the first time it had gotten proportionally this much bigger than she was.

Physically speaking it was probably the biggest it had ever gotten. Though that train of thought was derailed when Roxie gave it a good, solid yank from behind, pulling it out of the way so she could shove her gigantic penis directly into Julianna.

“Toldja we were done with foreplay. How d’ya feel about gettin’ spitro-”

It was Roxie’s turn to be interrupted. Julianna lunged forward, taking the front Roxie’s cock all the way to the god damn hilt, grabbing her fat ass and pulling her more firmly against her face, and sucking eagerly. “Well! I’ll take this as a ‘hell fucking yes,’ then!”

Julianna didn’t respond, obviously. Her mouth was a bit occupied, and her mind was mostly focused on how good Roxie tasted and how amazing the rear Roxie going at it like a fucking jackhammer felt. Just before she completely lost herself to the pleasure, she made a crucial mental note-

The next time she got some time off, she was absolutely stopping by the city again.
Punitive Bimbofication 02

It was extremely easy, as an outsider, to build up a picture of magic as this sort of all-powerful force that could do just about anything. Given a powerful enough spellcaster, nothing was out of reach. Of course, part of that was that powerful enough spellcasters weren’t exactly common. The average person, if they knew any magic users at all, knew people versed in the basics. So it was easy to view any limitations they might have as being there because they were just normal people. Find a powerful enough sorcerer and they would be able to effortlessly overcome those limitations.

Of course, the actual truth of the matter was that magic had its own set of rules and laws that it had to follow, just like any other science. The laws of physics say that if you drop a bowling ball from a tall building it will fall down. The laws of chemistry say that if you mix baking soda and vinegar it will foam up and make a huge mess. The laws of math say that two plus two equals four. If you want that bowling ball to fly upwards into the sky or the baking soda and vinegar to turn into a thick syrup or two plus two to equal twenty two you need to find ways around those rules. And magic was basically the same; there’s just certain things that no one can do.

The relevant one in this case being that you can’t use magic to permanently transform someone else, no matter how powerful you are. There was a reason there was no cottage industry of mages cheaply and easily transitioning folks, for instance. There were workarounds, of course – it was perfectly possible to permanently magically transform yourself, and certain witchcraft rituals could also result in permanent transformations. But the latter had all of the inherent risks that toying with witchcraft always carried. Unlike other schools of magic, witchcraft was capricious and unpredictable and had a bit of a mean sense of humour at times. And as for the former, well, permanent self-transformation required quite a lot of latent magical aptitude. Which would have sucked if he were trans, but he was in fact not trans. That was, in a way, a part of the issue here.

After all, getting turned into a well endowed shortstack herm incapable of thinking of anything other than cock and forced to suck dick for money would probably have been a much less severe punishment if he weren’t perfectly comfortable as a man thank you very much. 

The fact that it wasn’t a permanent transformation was a big part of why it was such a heinous punishment in the first place. He could deal with having to live as a vapid idiot slut for a year or so until he paid back his debt. The problem was that he would always eventually turn back to normal. Which meant that, for as long as he was in debt to the Hole, he was going to have to endure getting turned into a vapid cumslut. Again and again and again, until he’d sucked enough cocks to pay back his debts. Which, really, as far as he was considered, counted as both cruel and unusual, as far as punishments go. Okay, yes, he had hired a prostitute who typically cost thousands or even millions of dollars depending on the situation while having approximately zero dollars and with no intention of actually paying. But, in his defence, usually that plan worked out for him when it came to things like food. Really, it was their own fault for not vetting their customers better. Ask for payment up front! Or at least make sure he had enough cash on him first.

The worst part, though? The insult cherry on the injury sundae? Was that he didn’t even get to be a proper prostitute. God, he couldn’t fuckin’ believe he was listing that as a negative, but it was and that was fucked up. Because, again, the average session at the Hole cost a few hundred thousand dollars, give or take some wiggle room depending on the specific girl you hired, what you wanted, how rich you were, and how much Azure Dreamer liked you as a person. If he were working as a prostitute, then he’d probably have worked off his debt in one or two sessions. Suck a couple of rich guys off a few times, maybe let them fuck his ass, and boom. Debt repaid, he was free to go.

But he wasn’t working as a prostitute.

No, his job was to provide the real prostitutes with stress relief at minimum wage. And most of them weren’t particularly nice about it, either. There was Lisa, who used him as a guinea pig for experimental alchemical concoctions. Roxie would force-feed him spare bodies. Sam, at least, used him for what was ostensibly the intended purpose, though good lord he’d never thought one person could take that many tentacles up every single one of their holes but man had he been made to do just that.

The worst, though, was Tiff. Because Tiff specifically was the one he had stiffed in the first fucking place and so she especially didn’t like him. She glowered at him, and he winced slightly. It was actually quite impressive that she was capable of conveying so much emotion when one factored in that she didn’t, strictly speaking, have a face. He was pretty sure, at least, that the markings on what passed as her face were capable of changing, but also she just had an aura of “I don’t like you” about her.

It didn’t help that she tended to bring Frankie with her. One person with a personal dislike for him was bad enough, but Frankie was Tiff’s best friend and took the slight against her extremely personally. Which, really, was somewhat unreasonable of her. Okay, yes, he’d caused inconvenience for her best friend, but he’d not done anything to her. And anyway, in his defence, he was legitimately trying to make up for it (albeit under extreme protest).

Of course, he didn’t say as much. He’d learned not too long into his tenure as the office sex toy that objecting just tended to make Frankie and Tiff mad. “I call his ass,” Frankie said. “And his mouth. Wanna try an’ go all the way through.”

“I’m gonna fuck his cock.”

“Oooh, nice. Wish I’d thought of that.”

“There’s always next time,” Tiff said with a shrug. “Now, as for you.”

“Whatever you want, ma’am,” he replied awkwardly. Better to just be obedient. Hence why he was standing here in a back room in a brothel wearing nothing but women’s underwear. Extremely slutty women’s underwear, he mentally corrected himself. Skimpy and translucent and aggressively pink, hugging to what little curves his lanky male form had. Okay, yes, it didn’t exactly fit him.

Yet.

“Shut up,” Tiff said succinctly. Honestly, probably just looking for an excuse to be mean to him, which he absolutely did not deserve. He was, he maintained, an entirely innocent party in this matter. Not that Tiff was willing to listen to reason. For a plant, she was surprisingly capable of holding a grudge. She punctuated her statement by giving him a firm jab to the chest.

And there it was. He was wondering when this was coming, and a part of him had honestly been dreading the possibility that it wasn’t. Which was kind of fucked up, when he thought about it, but it also made sense. At least when he was a bimbo he enjoyed himself, regardless of what unpleasant things the girls made him do. He didn’t have to suffer the indignity of having one girl fuck his ass with a cock so big it came out of his mouth while another stuck her dick in his cock while he was himself. It was a small comfort, but it was at least a comfort. He closed his eyes and let all of his thoughts just leak away into nothing, replaced with that now oh-so-familiar lust for cock.

Slowly, the anxious grimace that had become his default facial expression faded away, replaced with an eager if vapid grin. The mental changes always came the quickest, now he’d given up on even trying to fight back. Honestly, she wasn’t really sure why she had been so adamant about this being a bad thing for so long – but, then, that was the mental effects talking. Once she turned back to normal, she’d probably have a better understanding of the situation. But as it was, “understanding” and “situation” had, like, way too many syllables for her tastes.

The physical changes came next. Typically, meerkats were known for being on the tall, lanky side, and normally he was no exception to that rule. Six foot even and scrawny, built kind of like a narrow tube. As far as she was concerned, this was an improvement. Six feet was, like, way too tall for a dumb little fucktoy like herself. Three was much more portable, and it also meant that basically everyone was, like, super huge in comparison. And she loved her partners being huge. Stretch her out and fill her up and fuck her until a normal person would have broken. Not her, though. She was durable.

She quivered slightly in pleasure as she felt the air rush past her. It was like being in an elevator that was moving maybe a bit too fast. Air rushed past her as her height just fucking melted away and she loved it. Though, of course, most of the pleasure probably came from just about everything else getting bigger. Not her waist, of course, which pinched inwards into an almost comical parody of an hourglass figure. Thin enough that her beloved coworkers could easily wrap a hand around it and pick her up while still being nice and stretchy and capable of holding gallons of gallons of cum. But everything else important got bigger. Her tits were twice the size of her head, as were her asscheeks, while her hips were wider than her shoulders. Thick thighs rapidly tapered into thinner calves until her feet were practically just points.

And, of course, her cock was massive. Bigger than she was tall, naturally – what kind of cock wasn’t at least four feet long? A coward’s cock, that’s what. Who cared that it was so big as to render her basically immobile, it wasn’t like she needed to move. And, of course, it utterly destroyed her panties. That exact effect had taken quite a lot of experimentation with her measurements to achieve. It did mean that she went through underwear a lot, but that was fine; Miss Dreamer was more than willing to replace them. Okay, yes, she did in fact take it out of her debt, but as far as she was concerned that was a plus. The more debt, the longer she’d be required to come in every day and get to have huge tits and a fat ass and a gigantic dick and get to have sex with beautiful women for free, over and over again! Under normal circumstances, when her transformation wore off, she was too concerned with dumb things like ‘pride’ and ‘gender identity’ and ‘I would really rather be the one doing the fucking thanks’ to realize that this was basically exactly what he wanted anyway. But as far as she was concerned, there was basically no downside.

“Like, okay girls!” she said, grinning eagerly. “I’m, like, totes ready for you to use me now!”

“God, did you have to give him the most obnoxious personality possible?”

“Hey, don’t blame me, it’s Miss Dreamer’s rule, not mine,” Tiff replied with a shrug. “Anyway, weren’t you gonna stick your dick all the way through him? If you’re so annoyed by his personality, that’d shut him up pretty good.”

“Yeah, yeah, fine,” Frankie grumbled sullenly. “Just lemme get ready.” Like most frogs, Frankie had a vocal sac that she could inflate with air to amplify her voice. Unlike most frogs, she had taught herself to repurpose that vocal sac into something more fun. With a little bit of magical interference, she could convert air she inhaled into raw size. Make herself bigger, or localize the extra mass to adjust her proportions. In this particular situation, she sprouted a gigantic frog cock that quickly swelled up to outmatch her meerkat victim’s with loud, rubbery noises. Like a balloon inflating, which honestly was technically not far off.

“Okay, there we go. Hup!” Frankie effortlessly picked the meerkat – no one had actually bothered to learn her name, or his name, or whatever – and roughly shoved her dick into his ass. Naturally, it slid in without any effort in spite of how tight he was. All the way in, and then a good deal of the way back out, turning his pleasured cries into muffled gurgling. “There. Jesus fuck he’s obnoxious.”

“Well, that isn’t my fault.”

“It is absolutely your fault.”

“Is not!” Tiff cried, steadying the meerkat’s penis with an errant tongue before shoving her own tapered member into his urethra. He made a noise that was probably supposed to be a cry of pleasure but it was muffled by Frankie’s dick as the frog began to thrust. “Anyway, you got any plans later? I wanted to stop by that new all-you-can-eat buffet that opened on fourth street. I heard they’ve got bottomless breadsticks!”

“Man, you know you’re just gonna get banned in like an hour.”

“Exactly! That’s why I need to stop by now, it’s not every day someone opens a new buffet I’m actually allowed to eat at.”

Frankie shrugged. “Anyway, I’m probably gonna just stick to whatever you do. Gotta make sure you don’t eat any random passerby. Again.”

“Hey, that’s only happened like a couple hundred times, tops. You really need to trust me more!”

“Tiff don’t make me break out the spray bottle.”

“Hey, no fair! I haven’t even gotten to eat anyone yet!”

“See that yet is why I need to keep an eye on you.”

“Yeah, but- actually hold on, I’m gonna cum.”

“Hey, take your time, we’ve got all day.”

Tiff, unsurprisingly, was extremely productive. Of course, it was technically sap, not cum. but in practice the difference was semantic, especially when she was cumming directly into someone else’s balls. They swelled with the thick, sticky, copious load. Already more than a match for her tits and ass, they quickly surpassed them by a lot, reaching the ground and pressing against the two other girls. God it felt so fucking gooooood~

“Wh- Tiff!” Frankie shouted indignantly as the sudden ball growth swept her off her feet. “God dammit, couldja hold back a little, you’re making him wriggle and I don’t wanna cum yet.”

“Here, lemme help you with that.” Tiff opened her stomach mouth and took Frankie’s cock inside of it – along with most of the meerkat’s body. God, her insides were so warm and soft.

“Tiff what the fuck did I just say about not wanting to cummmmm~” Frankie groaned as she did just that. She was already girthy, but that girth got girthier to make room for the bulges of frogseed. Not that she got to experience it for very long, sadly – Tiff’s tummytongue wrapped itself around her and pulled her all the way in. “God dammit, Tiff, save some for the rest of us.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault he tastes so good!”

“Yeah, well, now I’ve cum way too early so I’m gonna need at least another three rounds before I’m done.”

“Oh, darn, I guess I’m just gonna hafta suck your dick~”

“Whatever, you owe me a sandwich.”

“Oh come on!” Tiff protested. The meerkat didn’t really give a shit, one way or another. She was too busy enjoying how nice Tiff’s insides felt. Warm and soft and tight, especially considering how big her balls were. She really only noticed the argument going on in the outside world when Frankie stuck her dick in Tiff’s mouth in such a way that it prodded the meerkat’s face. An eager grin slowly spread across her face before she opened her mouth and did what she did best.

God she loved her job.
Boob Inspection

“Okay, so, first off, we’re gonna need a bigger measuring tape.”

Shannon shuffled nervously. She’d always felt a little bit uncomfortable getting physical exams. That wasn’t particularly unusual – lots of people felt awkward at the doctor’s office. But, somehow, she felt her situation to be... exceptional. For a variety of reasons.

The most pressing one being that she was currently not wearing any clothing. They had offered her one of those ugly blue plasticky hospital smock things, which she had initially happily accepted until she realized that it didn’t fit her. Not even slightly. There was barely enough fabric for her to get her arms in the armholes. And there was absolutely nowhere near enough fabric to go all the way around her chest, let alone cover her rear. So in the end she’d just elected to not bother – it wasn’t like she wasn’t gonna hafta take it off at points in the exam anyway.

And then that sort of awkwardly segued into the other big issue that Shannon was having. That being that the instant it had become apparent that her boobs were too big for the hospital gown, the doctor had immediately lost all interest in the actual fucking point of Shannon’s visit and became monofocused on, well, her boobs. “Do we really need to measure them?”

“Yes. This is a full physical examination, after all.”

“Okay, I guess,” Shannon said, fully unconvinced that that was in any way the doctor’s motivation at all. “It’s just that, like, aren’t you supposed to start at the head and then work your way down?”

“Traditionally, yes. However, the exact order is generally up to the individual doctor’s discretion depending on their particular skillset and the individual patient’s needs.”

“Okay, that makes sense.” She got the impression that in this situation it was less the doctor’s skillset or Shannon’s own personal needs and more that she just really wanted to touch the tiddy. Hence the measuring tape, which she was pretty sure wasn’t a typical component of the average physical examination.

Though, on the other hand, she supposed that they were probably the most conspicuous thing about her. If Shannon were a doctor and she had to deal with a patient with her exact build, her immediate concern would probably be the sheer size of her chest. Taken along with her ass and tum as a symptom of weight, or just on their own considering that they’d never really stopped growing. Maybe she was being a bit uncharitable assuming that the reason the doctor was so focused on the boobs was horny and not genuine medical concern.

And honestly maybe it was a bit of projection on her part. She felt a bit embarrassed getting turned on in this particular situation, but she couldn’t really help it. Her boobs had always been extremely sensitive. And beyond that, she’d always had... a bit of a thing for being looked at. Even just being here, naked, with her tits getting all of this attention was enough to get her motor going, if only a little bit.

Of course, she wasn’t going to say that out loud to her doctor. Not unless it became relevant, at least. This wasn’t some kinda weird medical roleplay scenario, this was an actual-ass physical examination by a real-ass doctor. Yes, she was a filthy degenerate, but she was at least capable of holding it in check while she was in public.

Or at least that’s what she was telling herself right now. Whether that was true was a bit debatable considering that, again, no one had even touched her yet and she was already starting to get wound up.

“So, as I said, we’re going to need a bigger measuring tape. I want to know exactly what we’re working with here. Let me just go grab that.”

It probably didn’t help that the doctor wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes. She was some sort of reptile, maybe a monitor lizard or iguana or something along those lines. Or just a generic lizard, Shannon didn’t know, she wasn’t great at judging exact species off the top of her head. The point was that she was decently curvy. Nothing compared to Shannon, of course, but she had decent tits and wide hips. And, while it was kind of difficult to tell between her lab coat and her big meaty tail, when she bent over to rifle through a drawer that presumably contained the measuring tape it still outlined a nice, fat ass. Again; not nearly as fat as Shannon’s, but still pretty damn big in comparison to the average person.

It probably didn’t help that she was sort of jiggling it back and forth as she dug through the drawer.

“Okay, looks like the longest I’ve got is ten feet. If this somehow manages to still not be enough, then we’re just gonna have to move on to the rest of you.”

“Right,” Shannon replied, already knowing full well that this wasn’t going to be enough. Not only were her breasts huge, she herself was huge. Seven foot two, to be specific. At their widest point her boobs would probably have tested the limits of a ten foot measuring tape even if she were a normal person height. That wasn’t going to deter the doctor, though. She pressed the measuring tape against Shannon’s chest before spreading her arms as wide as they’d go. Which, naturally, wasn’t wide enough, though Shannon was more focused on how fucking cold the measuring tape was. She shivered slightly from the stimulation.

“Okay. New plan.” The doctor circled around behind Shannon, held each end of the tape and then flipped it over the shark’s head and around her boobs. Once again, it still wasn’t enough. The doctor pulled the tape taut, and then more, which felt really good. Cold whatever-the-measuring-tape-was-made-of sank into the expanse of sensitive titflesh, sending electric tingles down Shannon’s spine and drawing a muffled “Mnf” from her lips. “Oh!” the doctor said, loosening her grip. “Did that hurt?”

“N-no, it’s fine.”

“Well, I think I’m going to stop anyway. I could probably get the ends to touch but at that point it’s not really an accurate measurement.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to try some other measurements instead. Have you weighed them recently?”

“Yes,” Shannon lied. She had weighed them in the past. But the last time she’d done that was like two years ago and the result had been... enough to discourage her from trying again.

“Mhm. And how much did they weigh, at the time?”

Shannon blushed. “Three hundred pounds.”

“Each?”

“Yes.” Her blush deepened.

“And how recently was this?”

“I don’t remember exactly,” Shannon lied again. “A while ago, though.”

“Mhm,” the doctor replied, clearly seeing through Shannon’s attempts to play things close to her chest. “And is there a chance that might have changed in the meantime?”

“Yes,” Shannon muttered, barely audible. Really, it was less a chance and more a certainty. Around when she hit puberty her boobs had started to grow and had never really stopped. She had long since given up on the concept of bras – anything that would fit her for more than a few days at most was prohibitively expensive.

“Well, in that case, that’s going to be our next course of action. Give me just a moment to get some things set up, and in the meantime feel free to lie down for a bit.”

Shannon elected not to lie down. The shitty tiny-ass examination bed was absolutely not built with someone of her stature in mind, not in the slightest. They were uncomfortable for normal people – for someone like Shannon, she couldn’t even lie down on it if she wanted to. It barely made an adequate chair.

This was always the worst part of this kind of physical examination. At least the attention, the poking and prodding and such, at least all that felt nice. No, the part she invariably dreaded the most was the bits where the doctor wasn’t in the room. Complete silence and nothing to do but wait, which made the minutes drag on into hours. It wasn’t that long before the doctor returned with several nurses in tow, but it felt like a fucking lifetime.

The nurses, a stockily built skink and a lithe garter snake, froze ever so briefly in the doorway behind the doctor, eyes widening at the sight of Shannon’s sweater puppies. “Oh wow.”

“They’re huge!”

“Girls,” the doctor said tersely. “Please remain professional.”

There was a muttered “sorry” from both nurses.

“The girls here will take a few minutes to set up the scales. In the meantime...” The doctor pulled out some white disposable medical gloves that she put on with a slight rubbery snap. “I’m going to give them a bit of a hands on exam.”

“O-oh.”

“Stand up please.”

“Is, um, is this really necessary?”

“Yes,” the doctor replied. “Even factoring in that you’re quite tall, they’re proportionally very large. There don’t seem to be any adverse effects on your health, but it could still be a symptom of a potentially very serious problem.”

“O-oh, okay.”

“Or it could just be a hormonal imbalance. Either way, it can’t hurt to check for suspicious lumps. Please stand up with your arms at your side.” Shannon did so, and the doctor began her examination. In spite of the gloves, for now she focused on a visual inspection. Not that it made much of a difference – the attention was so much more intense than it had been when she was just casually naked that it was actually more arousing than the measuring tape had been. “Please put your hands behind your head. Yes, just like that.” Another few minutes of agonizing visual inspection. “Now place your hands on your hips and bend your elbows out.” God, this was so miserable. She was so fucking horny and she hated it but a hot lady looking at her boobs so closely felt so good that she couldn’t help but be horny. The nurses were, of course, also examining her in a decidedly less medical sense out of the corner of their eyes. The whole thing had the net effect of leaving her extremely on the edge of something she very much didn’t want to happen in front of a bunch of strangers.

“Please lift your left arm above your head.” Shannon followed the doctor’s orders, trying really hard not to think about all the attention she was getting.

And, as a result, she was completely caught off guard when the doctor lunged forward and grabbed her tit with gusto. “A-ah!”

“Hold still please,” the doctor said, her calm demeanour at odds with how eagerly she was playing with Shannon’s titties. “I’m going to be palpitating your entire breast, just looking for anything that might be out of place.” Shannon barely registered that the doctor had said anything. The actual physical attention had been enough to push her over that aforementioned edge. Her breathing was ragged and she bit her lips slightly as she tried her best not to cum too hard, lest the doctor and nurses notice something was amiss. Which was a futile effort, especially considering the mounting tightness in her chest that all the direct stimulation resulted in. Building and building, fuller and fuller until there just wasn’t enough room.

“Oh!”

“S-sorry,” Shannon muttered.

“No, it’s fine,” the doctor replied, backing away from the boob and wiping the milk off of her face. “I just wasn’t expecting, ah, discharge. I don’t suppose you’ve been pregnant recently?”

“No.”

“Interesting. Girls, are you done setting up the scales?”

“Yes’m,” the nurses replied in unison.

“Good. You can leave us, then.” The doctor spoke to the nurses, but all of her attention was hyperfocused on Shannon’s chest. There was something... off about her expression. Her eyes were just a bit too wide, smile just a bit too eager, pupils dilated slightly and a very slight bit of drool running down her chin. “There’s been some, ah, new developments in this case that I want to examine thoroughly.”