When Tala regained her freedom from the earth, she never predicted the new lifestyle it would've both physically and metaphorically started her on. She found that her bosom and posterior, as huge as they were, provided the perfect means to wedge against the opposite sides of the cavern-chimney. Through a long process of wobbling, shimmying, jiggling, quivering, and quaking of her immensity, Tala neared the top of her captivity's hold. First she pried her boobs free, and then hoisted her derriere out, then her belly had no choice but to follow. Standing with renewed freedom, Tala gazed over the land for the first time in her new form. It was a plateau of rock she stood upon, with the nearest city visible on the near horizon. The wind drifted over the anthro Rathian's form, causing a shiver as she felt the air caress her fattened scales. The majority of her chest was exposed, her shirt naught but a three-inch-wide strip across the front and shoulders like some skimpy sports bra. Her pants, too, were laughably-small, though they made a more-valiant effort at modesty; they clung tenaciously to the lower part of her thighs, covering almost none of the rotund dual blimps of her posterior, hanging on with commendable effort to her lower legs. Tala was still considering taking a claw to the unnecessary article when she heard Doger, Steel, and Tino approach her. At first, they didn't believe Tala when she told them she was Tate, just the he had become a large scaly lady. But when she answered questions only she would know, their doubt soon was replaced with shock and awe at what their minotaur friend had become: big and beautiful. That night, they roomed together in a nearby hotel. It was a two-bed affair, more than enough for the numbers of their group. At least, it normally would've been. Tala took up an entire bed by herself, and overflowed it, leaving absolutely zero room for anyone else. The solution Tala suggested, however, was simple: Tala picked up Doger and placed him onto her belly, with his head on a boob. At some point soon after, Tino and Steel decided their bed wasn't comfy enough and climbed atop the bounty of Tala's form to rest there as well. Resting atop the immense softness of her frame, the boys fell asleep almost immediately, leaving Tala alone with her thoughts, for the first time having a quiet moment to herself since her transformation and expansion. She gave her boobs a gentle massage until she fell asleep. ------- The next morning, the four friends went their separate ways to report their findings to the agencies they had been hired by. Tala had only been tagging along, however, so she was left to her own devices. Behind the hotel in the alley, she finally decided her pants and spaghetti-strip shirt were too much trouble and took a claw to both. Her fats sprung free with amble jiggling like great domes of jello. With that deed done, the Rathian lumbered out of the alley and onto the sidewalk with no real goal in mind. Tala's path took her from the hotel and towards the heart of the downtown district of the town, drawing stares from every passerby that came within sight of her. Regularly, she found her thighs, buttocks, and breasts bumping into people and objects with their width, prompting an embarrassed blush from Tala. Sure, she was beautiful and was thoroughly content with her size, but it left her just a touch flustered that she was actually causing traffic jams every few minutes from accidentally stumbling into the street in an attempt to avoid crashing her size into other pedestrians. After a mere hour of this, the Rathian lass turned down an alley with her head turning flush with abashed shyness. Several stares still followed her jiggling rumpus as it wobbled down the alleyway, but none dared follow the fat titan. Tala turned a corner and came to a dark part of the alley, where she found several pieces of furniture sitting abandoned opposite a bay door. She came to a stop and planted her butt onto a couch, overflowing it with her posterior and prompting a loud complaint from the couch's woodwork. But it held under her weight, allowing her a moment's respite. Sitting there, Tala pondered her options. She came into town to do some shopping for her bigger bulk, thinking to stop by the quilting stores for something big enough to fit her massive mammaries and preposterously-pudgy-portly posterior. But now, thinking on it, she wasn't so sure if she wanted to fit fashion trends now. Of course, there was nothing really to cover on her new body for modesty's sake, but Tala was sure she would encounter someone soon demanding she cover her faux-nakedness. It didn't help that navigating her fatty-self through the streets was so difficult with her expanded wideness, as much as she absolutely LOVED being that huge. The fact still remained that now she was wondering if getting fashionable, modest clothing would really be worth the hassle... If Tala had been smaller, the *SHRRRREEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKK* that ripped through the air from the bay door would've made the Rathian leap out of her scales in an almost-literal manner! As it were, Tala ended up tumbling over the back of the couch and onto the ground. Her fatness *flumped* atop her and squished firmly against her face, prompting her to flail her feet uselessly in the air as she struggled to get her own immensity off of her. Tala was aware of somebody's presence nearby, she could feel the stares on her butt, and continued to push and pull her bulk to something that resembled an upright position. Eventually, she managed to slosh her immensity to the side, allowing her to roll over like a great ball that had a quad of globes attached. Sitting upright, Tala shook her head of the dizziness that came from blood rushing to the head. The stars faded from her vision and her hearing returned as she turned her head and looked across her posterior's expanse with her muzzle open to rebuke they who had frightened her so. As soon as she saw what it was, however, she clamped her jaw shut and stared in awe. Before her was a black and purple dragon, with a belly larger than Tala's, though the dragoness's bust and thighs weren't as massive as the Rathian's, though still respectable. To Tala's shock, she noticed the dragoness had no eyes! There was a pair of horn-like feelers moving about, however, making Tala suspect those were how she "saw." Next to her was some kind of shark anthro, who overall had a fatness just a hundred or so pounds less than the black dragon, easily identifiable as male. His dark-grey hide had a trio of yellow lightning-shaped markings along his sides, with a light-grey, almost silver, coloration along his belly, chest, frontal-portion of his neck, and muzzle. Though Tala felt a smile pull when she saw that the shark's chest and butt were definitely on their way to something respectable. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," said the dragoness in a lightly-accented mezzo-soprano, "I didn't mean to frighten you, Miss!" "No, no, you're okay, how could you have known someone was on the other side of that door you guys opened?" Tala said, subconsciously embracing her mammaries. "My name's Tala, by the way." "I'm Goa, a Gore Magala, and this is my greatest friend and ally, Ehanu the Zamtrios," Goa said, motioning with a thick, wobbling arm to the shark- -or Zamtrios. "How do you do, Ms. Tala?" Ehanu said in a deep bass, reaching forward with a paw and shaking her hand, "I haven't met many Rathian, but it's always a pleasure." "Hm? What's a Rathian?" Tala instinctively asked, thrown off guard by the seemingly-random change in subject. "You... uhm... you're a Rathian, Ms. Tala," Ehanu said, a blush rising on his face. "Me? Oh, no, I'm a dragoness," Tala chuckled, causing her fat to wobble lightly. "Yeah, but of the dragon types you are of the Rathian race," Goa said, tilting her head at Tala, "don't you know of the various dragon breeds and races out there?" "I know of Easterns, Westerns, Hydras, Serpents, and Wyverns, but not much else," Tala said, blushing at her evident lack of so-called dragon races. "I... only just recently became like this. I was a minotaur male before, and had no idea about all this." "No, that's perfectly fine," Ehanu said with a smile, "if you'll come to our place, we can tell you all about it." "Yes, that... that would be great, actually," Tala said, rubbing her frills. ------------ "Home sweet, swollen home," Ehanu said as he closed and locked the door, Goa and Tala having already flopped onto the couches with fat wobbling. "Mrawr, I do appreciate being able to sit after such a long day," Goa purred, rolling back onto her wide butt. "And nothing like having immensity of body to cushion it all, yes?" Tala giggled, being the biggest of the trio. "Hmmm, indeedity, though I'm finding myself jealous of you girls for having such wideness available to you. Us guys aren't as largely gifted," Ehanu said, his smile showing his teasing attitude. But then his smile flattened as he began to think on something. "Hold on a moment, I'll be right back." The Zamtrios hefted his bulk up and lumbered down the hallway towards the rooms, affording Goa and Tala an opportunity to visit. Tala found her eyes wandering around the front room, looking at the various furnishings of the modest house. It was an average-sized floor-plan, with accommodating wideness for the bulks of its residents. "So you and Ehanu are dating, then?" Tala said. "Courting? He and I? Oh, no, we're just really good friends. He helped uplift me from a feral state and into a condition I could live in society," Goa began, "I owe him my life, really, for causing the change to allow me to transcend my destructive tendencies." "Wow, really? He sounds like a really great guy. You're quite lucky to have..." Tala began, but cut herself off as she felt the thunderous steps of the returning Ehanu. Tala looked up to greet him when she saw him and her jaw dropped. No longer the shark-like Zamtrios, Ehanu had indeed changed forms. But now he possessed teal scales and grey-almost-black ventral plating. He was still just as fat as Goa, but had noticeably grown in certain... departments. "What? Surprised to see me with assets to compete with your own? Teeheehee," Ehanu said in a very-not-male soprano. His... no, there was no way Ehanu was dude now... [i]she[/i] still had an aquatic look with fins along her spine and fatty tail, but her chest had grown to a size comparable with Goa and Tala. Her belly had remained quite large, but was overshadowed by her bosom and butt. And boy was her butt big! It easily surpassed both Goa and Tala in that department, settling the realization on Tala that, no, Ehanu wasn't the same size as them, she was BIGGER than them! "Uh... you're a dragon now...?" Tala said. "Yes," Ehanu said. "And you're... a girl now...?" Tala questioned. "Well, technically Ehanu isn't either gender. It's mostly dependent on which form he is in... though he has been quite taken to his base Eastern-dragon form's femininity and hugeness of frame," Goa said, "plus he prefers she in those forms." "Indeed that is true," Ehanu giggled as she lumbered over and sat on the third couch. The furniture was as large as the ones Goa and Tala sat on, but where the Rathian and Magala filled their seats, Ehanu smothered it! "So, as I was telling you before," Ehanu proceeded, grasping her immense bosom, "there are various kinds of dragon in the world besides Gore Magala and Rathian. There's the male version of your species called the Rathalos, there's those big lugs Gravios..." Slowly, Tala closed her mouth and felt a smile pull up on her face as the dragon/dragoness talked. The initial shock wore away and she found herself relaxing into her wide derriere's cushioning. As they proceeded through the evening, the Eastern, Rathian, and Gore Magala found themselves losing track of the time as they enjoyed each other's company. Though they may not have known it at the time, this was the beginning of a friendship that would last for a long time.