Transphone

(Hey guys, hit a bit of a mid-month slump so did a bunch of flash shorts to work out of it. Enjoy! :3 )

(Contains TG, muscle growths, hyper, Car TF, rapid pregnancy and weight gain)

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SORSHA

The damn thing had been sitting in the food court for hours. It was there on arrival and was still there on the returning lunch stop. None of the other mall shoppers seemed to have paid any mind, even as light reflected off its chrome surface as they passed. They all must have been very good Samaritans to resist the awful temptation of taking such a prize for themselves.

Being a witch, Sorsha had no initial interest in someone else's cell phone. She was more a traditional catgirl that loved the intimacy of magic staves and pentagrams. Technology was more for the nerds that have lost touch with nature and liked to wear itchy clothes. Only time she even wore revealing daisy dukes, and a halter top was for these social outings in search of fun.

And yet she could barely enjoy her ice cream with blue and green eyes intently focused on the little device three tables away. Boredom had become her mortal enemy after a few passes between shops yielded nothing. Having a wild imagination left the catgirl's pink and white tail twitching in wonder what the owner's story was. Could they have gotten distracted in pursuit of a mate and left it there, or was this some crazy scheme to catch thieves in the act of mall vandalism?

Pointed ears perked, watching a couple of deer walking towards the table. Sorsha held her breath eagerly awaiting resolution, only to choke on a spoonful of Rocky Road when they continued past for the A&W kiosk.

"Hell with it!" Sorsha jumped from her chair, practically floating on her bare paw feet to snatch the device. Friends had cautioned her time and again about taking other people's things, but they also had no idea about the torment of feline curiosity.

No alarm bells sounded the instant her grubby pink hands grabbed the phone. That still did not stop her from slinking off with head darting around like she just kicked someone's baby. For a second, her eyes locked with a mall security guard, getting a raised eyebrow and a shrug before he went back to looking for anyone causing real trouble. The catgirl quickly made it into the side hallway between stores with the grace and dignity of a neon-colored ninja, complete with shaggy green hair.

"Now...how do these work again?" Sorsha fumbled the thin metal device between fingers, pressing both of its only available buttons. She had been walked through these things before without doing much memorization for details. The fact its black screen suddenly lit up nearly caused her to drop it in fright.

A second later, the screen lock picture of Wolf O'Donnell in a speedo made Sorsha want to know who owned this phone. They were someone worth hooking up with for a weekend in her book. Two fingers brushed lightly over the hunky wolf's grey furry pecs, making her perk when the screen slid sideways with her paw pads.

Now there was a large arrangement of small icons with labels underneath. Sorsha's ears flicked and lowered slightly, not knowing what any of these strange things meant. Another swipe of her fingers only brought more of them into view, and then more. This was turning out to be more confusing than fun. She could not even tell which of these might be games.

Returning the damn thing to its table almost became the best course of action. There was more fun to be had turning the scented candle shop clerk into a skunk than going through someone's device. It was only by accident she tried to hit what looked like the off switch and hit the app icon marked 'Transphoto' instead.

"Nya?" 

What loaded next left Sorsha wondering if she had broken something. The screen became cut in half, with a camera controls on top, and a series of settings on the bottom. Sorsha flicked down this list a few times, growing more confused. There were buttons, sliders, and drop-down menus a plenty with no label to indicate what they were for.

"No target identified." The words flashed across the circle marking the cameras center focus. "Please hold steady on target."

Oh! It wanted her to take a picture? Of what? Sorsha considered filling up this person's phone with shots of her boobs and butt, only to remember a friend's talks of taking people's things and leaving a paper trail. She poked her head out to aim the camera at the first mall shopper that was not directly facing her way.

A bright flash filled the mallway that left more than the unwitting target in a confused daze. Luckily it also made the perfect cover for the culprit to escape. The picture that came up when Sorsha ducked back out of sight was that of an attractive little corgi guy. His orange and purple coloring was exotic enough to work her interests, but that snake hood fanning off his head was really hot.

It was like this image brought the whole phone to life. Settings flickered down an endlessly scrolling list, suddenly offering near endless options. Sorsha flicked back to the top, seeing things like 'species' with a fill-in text box. Its default was listed as Corgra. Below that was 'gender' with at least twenty items in its drop-down menu. And then came the sliders with things like 'size,' 'chest,' 'hips,' literally every body part had a setting range between minuscule and massive, though often in different wording.

If Sorsha were a Christmas tree, she would have been glowing as her fingers began flicking through her choices nearly at random.

VESRYN

A significant drawback to not having a car was being at the whims of bus schedules, assuming drivers stuck to those. Vesryn always enjoyed his days when the route passed a stop ten minutes early. The young corgra was just happy to enter the food court and still easily find his adoring corgi pet. It was hard not to miss the signature deer antlers and shark tail among the other bodies dining in.

"Hey, Marcy! Sorry, I'm la-hurk!?"

Vesryn reached the table only to collapse on it from a sudden wave of disorientation. Everything from pointed ears to curling tail felt oddly stretched and aching like he had jogged to the mall for their meeting. It passed almost as fast as it began, leaving Vesryn collapsing into a chair heaving for breath. Once his senses had cleared, he turned to offer Marcy an apology and stopped. The corgi was regarding him with wide-eye awe like an epic spectacle.

"Um, hi, master? You turned into a girl again."

The statement had come out so flatly casual that Vesryn needed a second to realize its severity. Not that the large chest lumps rising out of her shirt were enough of a hint. A peek into under the collar confirmed the swelling of two amply purple breasts. Having no prior need to come here in a bra left puffy orange nipples heavily tenting the cotton fabric.

"What the heck?" Vesryn asked in a soft feminine tone. Her thick curvy body was still too tired to muster the energy to panic over a gender change. That was more reserved for when an intense cramp caused her to start growing out. "Whaaaaaat the heeeeeck!!?"

A blush overcame Marcy's face, which was craning back slowly, watching her master get taller. They shot from five feet to seven, and then past ten. Vesryn was instantly the tallest thing in the food court, earning every curios eye on her swelling assets. Shirt pulled tight around shoulders and arms, beefing up with deep muscles. Of course, her bust took up most of the cotton's elasticity, inflating into sloshing beachballs off her toughened pectorals.

Vesryn tried to slowly stand to get used to her increasing height. A sharp rip made her immediately regret that when her pants fell off thighs that could crush boulders between them. The poor dog's white briefs were pushed halfway down the overflowing glutes of her backside, with much of the material vanishing into its deep crack.

"Um…" the corgra looked over her new body, half-naked and too huge to hide it, and then out across the many faces of the food court staring back.

Almost a minute of awkward silence passed before most of the denizens went back to their business one by one. Vesryn let out an angelic sigh letting her tail and ears drop. A lot more care went into dropping her butt back into the chair, which her hips now overflowed by several inches. Good thing they at least invest in steal at this mall. Her eyes caught Marcy's still gawking up at her with tail wagging in admiration.

"I guess we're going clothes shopping first?" Vesryn offered meekly.

Marcy could only nod vigorously at the prospect of seeing this swollen amazon in more form-fitting outfits.

No one really overthought about the event itself. Not even to notice or care about the white and pink catgirl gleefully skipping off into the mall for more people to experiment on.

YUKI

"Gah!?" Heavy shopping bags slipped from Yuki's grasp as she staggered back. Rapidly flashing dots blocked her vision in an array of colors, causing the mouse to trip over her own paw feet trying to escape their assault. "Oof!"

The three-foot-tall mouse came to a hard landing on her plump rear. No amount of rubbing or blinking could help clear her vision leaving her in the vulnerable sitting position for some time. If whoever jackass thought it was funny to camera flash her in the face decided to stick around, they were in for a world of hurt.

Of course, no one stopped by to help a mouse girl in need, either. Typical of mall ruffians and why Yuki hated going out altogether. Eventually, her vision cleared enough to get back on shaking legs and survey the damage. Looked like only a brief flashing of panties was caused by her fall, but there were barely any shoppers in this section to have witnessed it. 

Yuki was just glad not to land on her tail, that was always horrible. Oh well, without any signs of her random photobomber, she took a moment to straighten out her skirt and celestial colored hair before going to retrieve her bags.

Or tried to. A shiver ran up the mouses spine that seemed to flow down both arms to lock up her hands. No amount of flexing or strain could get their fingers to move.

"Holy crap!"

Yuki recoiled, holding up her hands to watch them unwillingly ball up into fists. Fur flowed together like melting snow while the flesh under it pulsed thicker. Outlines of her independent digits faded into the swelling palms, becoming sealed in as the surface hardened into a thick rubbery layer. Indentions formed in tread patterns along the surface that made Yuki think of the bottom of the shoes. That quickly changed when the center of her former hands yawned open so large silver hubcaps could grow out, forming them into proper wheels.

"W-what's happening? HONK!?" Yuki's ears perked at the involuntary, inorganic wail that came out her mouth. She heaved in panicked breaths feeling her heart thump against her chest. "...oh no."

Focusing upon it, Yuki realized there was a lot of fluttering happening inside her chest. Her heart pulsed less like a thumping and filled her rounded ears with the drums of an idle engine. She glanced down at her blouse just in time to watch the modest rise of her breasts deflate. The fabric hung loose only for a second before a revving of her insides caused the mouse's chest to expand more outwards than forwards. From under the straining neckline of her dress, she could catch the glint of a metal undercarriage.

"W-what's happening? Nooo!!" Yuki squeaked, feeling a presence wash over her ears. They snapped out stiffly down to the base of her neck. Glass filled each lobe to become the reflective surface needed for review mirrors. "Someone HONK me? I need HONK! HONK!"

The front of Yuki's dress tore open from the bulging metal plates covering most of her front. A hard tension rolled over her shoulders, forcing the mouse to lift her wheeled hands into a T-pose. Any attempts to move them were moot as the joints themselves melded together and vanished to become solid metal axels and struts.

Another hard lurch sent Yuki hunching forward. A large lump swelled out of her back, rending the blouse entirely from the mouses mutating form. Fur washed away to reveal the onset of windows, from which could clearly be seen the beginnings of a steering wheel, dashboard, and seats inside a cabin.

"S-stop! Come on! Don't!" Yuki shifted her weight between paws going the same way as her hands. Despite her best efforts, the rapid vanishing of toes under rounded rubber covers forced her to fall down in full support of her front tires. "HONK!"

No sooner had she touched the ground then Yuki's entire lower body went in a rush of changes. Her legs whipped straight out against her hips in a perfect split to become her rear axle. It was a strange feeling when they suddenly became disconnected from her pelvic bone, but that only lasted until her ass rapidly inflated in size. What remained of the mouses skirt split to pieces along with the accompanying panties under the mounting girth.

Not that Yuki had much modesty to worry about. Her crotch had long since melded into the system of maintaining oil while her furry butt cheeks became encased by a shinning new bumper. What remained fused into metal and glass that would make up a spacious trunk with a different purpose. Her beautiful tail slinked along the edge, becoming little more than a decorative tuft of starry fur on her roof.

"HOONK! Mmmphh!?" Yuki tried calling out for help one last time, only for her jaw to clamp shut. Teeth and tongue melted away to nothing before her muzzle itself began to broaden with an almost cartoonish stretching.

Any attempt to make noise became lost when Yuki's neck melted into the dashboard of her expanding interior. The mouse had grown exceptionally fast during her mutations and looked almost ready to accommodate a family of five inside herself. Despite that, her eyes were filled with horror as they slipped progressively closer in line with her widening nose. With one last blink, they were forced open wider than ordinarily possible, their surface covered in thick glass to protect the bright bulbs inside them.

As the new headlights came to a rest beside the full grill that was once Yuki's nose, the bridge of her muzzle had popped out. It fused seamlessly with her forehead to help make the span of her hood. Most interestingly was how her hair had trickled down across the glossy surface, giving it a very decorative paint job of stars and space clouds.

By the time someone did come around, Yuki was sad that all they saw were some abandoned shopping bags and a standard size Fiat vehicle haplessly parked in front of a store. While everyone was lost wondering what idiot got a car inside, the former mouse was kind of just wanting someone to get in and drive her already.

She had no way of seeing Sorsha lingering behind her just as awestruck as the spectators. The cat girl's tail twitched as she looked from the 'Squeaker' license plate to her phone app. Turns out her paw pad on the tiny keyboard had typoed Yuki's species to 'Car' instead of the intended 'Cat.'

Good to know this thing was not limited to organic settings…

MEEPES & NASSIE

God bless whoever thought a cookie shop in a mall was a good idea. Meepes was sure her purchases made up the majority of the shop's revenue. A sentiment enforced by how she left the place with six boxes full of sweet goodies after already devouring two.

"Ack!"

"Whoa!"

Next thing the fox knew, there was a bright flash of light, and she was stumbling her way into the direct path of a cow woman in a skirt trying to enter the store. Luckily Nassie was facing away from the source, leaving her with enough wit to catch Meepes by her shoulders.

"Arf! T-thanks!" Meepes blinked rapidly, unable to clear out the blurry fog coating her vision. She had to set her newest binge load on a nearby bench to rub at her eyes. "The frick was that?"

"You got me," Nassie said as she scanned the open walkway between shops. "Some jerk from Youtube, probably doing a prank video or something."

"Yeah? Randomly blinding people is just such a creative idea. Ugh!"

"You going to be...okay?"

Nassie starred a bit confused at the fox before her. She could have sworn Meepes had been rather small and sleek while leaving the store. Now that the cow's vision was clearing, she seemed mistaken with how thick their jeans stretched over an enormous badonk. It even seemed to be swelling larger as she watched. A pair of squishy glutes slowly pushed down the hem as a fluffy grey tail swished over their girth.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," Meepes grumbled, still distracted by the lingering dots in her eyes. Now that she was calming down, though, she did notice a queasy gurgling in her stomach. "I just feel a bit...bloated?"

She brought both hands to her stomach, confused why they hit soft fur way sooner than usual. A glance down quickly answered that question with the rapid rise of her breasts. The space between shirt and pants increased with thick layers of fat billowing under the fox's soft fur. She could only waddle in place, watching more and more of her body filling out, taking the elastic of her clothes to their limit. With a bit of fumbling, Meepes managed to undo the clasp of her belt, only to put the pressure of rolling belly bulge on the pants zipper.

"Yeek!"

A startled moo drew Meepes' attention to her unwitting company. Nassie was shifting her weight between hoofed feet, groping at her belly. The cow's already cutely thick figure was filling out all over, stretching her dress like a bright balloon. Attempts to hold back the unrelenting girth proved futile. Soft bovine fat squished between the hard pressing of her fingers before pushing the palms back for more room.

"Moo!" Nassie cried again when a strong surge hit her lower body. The hem of her skirt shot to her waist as hips and butt gushed out three times their normal size. She tried pulling the cover back down, not even able to get halfway over the growing ass cheeks. They only jiggled harder from fists smacking them while thunder thighs forced her into a wider stance. "Is...is this supposed to happen?"

Meepes heard a loud rip at the same time her own behind fell out the back of her jeans. Seams continued to give under the mounting pressure of her fattening body until everything was laying at her wiggling paw feet in tatters. The grey fox waddled in small circles, unable to see much past her engorged breast and even larger belly. Now totally free, her middle fell halfway down her thighs in an apron over her crotch. The heavy load of her sloshing rear was making it hard to stand, especially with the sag of leg fat hindering her knees. "You got me. I only ate twenty cookies...so far."

"W-what? GAH!" Nassie blushed as the front of her dress busted open. A furry white belly with brown patches fell through the opening, it's drooping mass the catalyst to rend her tight skirt off a massive waist.

A few clumsy clops were all Nassie managed before the rapid shifting weight became too much for her hooves. With a startled cry, she fell back onto her rear with a loud plop that made Meepes wince. Jostling from the violent impact caused the cow's massive loaded mammaries to shred through what remained of her dress. The plump mounds bounced twice, already flinging droplets of milk across her meaty legs before they settled in a slight roll-off Nassie's belly.

"Hnngh!" Realizing the futility of it, Meepes managed to set her own wide load on the bench before it became overwhelming. Fluffy grey fox ass settled across the entire five-foot span in several rolls going along her back. Excess mass from her stomach almost hung to the floor between tiny paws engulfed in shin blubber. She felt along her middle with arms that looked draped in furry sandbags finding no resistance even when pushing up to her wrist.

"Well, that was weird."

Meepes looked to the cow and could not help giggling. "To say the least?"

Both girls had grown at least five times their average size in minutes, with at least a third of that mass being body fat. They had become so blobishly obese; they could not even stand under their own power anymore. It was all Nassie could do just to stay sitting upright, double-chin snout frowning as she tried teasing some pressure out of her lactating nipples. More than a few curious onlookers were starting to draw close, taking in their naked forms. About the only clothing to survive was Meepes' shirt, which was starting to become wet from a similar milky substance.

After a bit of prolonged silence contemplating their spontaneous predicaments, Nassie's pensive eyes landed upon the stack of boxes besides Meepes. The fox's hips had pushed them to teeter on the edge of her bench. "Long as we're stuck here, can I have a cookie?"

"MINE!" For having a body that was mostly weighed down, Meepes managed to hug the entire stack protectively against her enormous breasts. "Get your own treats!"

Xilimyth & Bren

Only thing more fun than a new open-world VR game was getting to play a live demo. Such events were rare in a mall these days. With advancements in internet technology, it was more likely the game would be released as a broken alpha at full price.

Not this time! The cougar man on the player podium was having one of the best experiences in ages. Every duck and movement was almost perfectly synced, while wand controllers helped aim dual-wield SMGs that mowed down mutated animal monsters. Bren was totally buying this game the second it was available for preorder.

Having a big visor over his muzzle made it easy for time to escape the plucky feline. He was so caught up in a fight with raider anthros that he barely noticed the bright flash seeping in through the screen's edges. It was only upon hearing the startled yowl of another feline that his immersion got broken.

"Everything okay out there?" Bren was far from wanting to stop already. Unfortunately, the brief wavering of his concentration allowed a raider to flank him with a stunning ability. "Prrf!"

"Y-yeah, I think so," Xilimyth said, trying to rub the blur out of her eyes. The cheetah girl that had been waiting for her turn over thirty minutes glanced around with ears angrily folded back. "Some jerk must be doing Instagram with a thousand-watt bulb. I can barely see...oh…"

"What?" Bren continued ducking out of melee attacks in the game. At task, that suddenly became harder with how off-balance his center was feeling. It made him grateful for the platform's railing. "Are they still out there? Go smack them."

"N-no, it's not that." Xilimyth flicked her spotted tail high, unsure if she should be grinning at her best friend's condition. Each flurry of clumsy motions Bren performed clearly displayed that their physique was changing. His shirt and pants loosened around a collapsing waist but tight against rising chest mounds and expanding hips, respectively. Limbs became elegantly slim yet shapely around the thighs. Hair swished back and forth, gaining an inch with every bob of Bren's head. "Bren, uh, Brenna? It's happened again?"

"What are you talking about...oh, PRRF!?" Just the sound of a softer voice in Brenna's ears was enough to make her forget the game entirely. She ripped off the visor to be greeted by a pair of boobs straining her shirt so much a bit of cleavage was visible through its collar. In the process, a tangle of long brown hair draped across slender shoulders, slightly obscuring the view. Still holding both wand controllers, Brenna's hands whipped around to feel the soft plush of a female rear filling out her pants. "W-what? How!? Prrf! WHO!?"

The new cougar woman shot a death glare back and forth, unable to see anyone that might have been responsible for her sudden gender reversal. Naturally, suspicions fell to the grinning cheetah looking up at them a few feet away. At least until Brenna turned to address them and was taken aback by something else.

"Um, Xili, have you always been so...green?"

Xilimyth's grin faded off her muzzle. "I was about to ask the same about you. Wait, what do you mean, ME!?"

The cheetah glanced down and recoiled as if she could escape the strange shade of lime her usually white chest fur had taken. All the exposed areas outside her tank top and shorts were shifting hues as if she was under a green neon light.

Realizing what had just been said, Brenna also lifted up an arm to find its pigment shifting. Granted, the browns of her normal coloration turned it into an intense shade of avocado. She exchanged a look with Xilimyth, neither really sure what to make of this random occurrence, much less where to go from here.

They did not have to bother since an almost synchronized tension rocked through their bodies.

Xilimyth gave off a soft mew as she collapsed onto the metal barrier around the display. Hands clung so tight it thinned the fur of her knuckles. It felt like every fiber of her being was pulsing with the beating of her heart.

Perhaps that was because she could actually see her flesh squirming under the recolored spotted fur. Bit by bit, she could see her arms getting thicker. Viewpoint gradually changed as she grew taller. Veins rose up through the fine hairs, twitching with each pump that caused her muscles to inflate just a little more. The cheetah's lithe frame was quickly getting buried under a dense raw power.

Brenna managed to stagger her way off the podium, but could not reach Xilimyth before her knees buckles. The cougar fell on all fours, spittle flying from her muzzle in desperate heaves for air.

Shoulders popped as they expanded out with layers upon layers of muscle. Sleeves drew taut around biceps plumping thicker than most holiday hams. Yet they could not compare to how dense her breasts were growing. Brenna watched the mounds dumbstruck in their sink towards the floor, even managing to reach it when the pressure destroyed her shirt. And still, they continued to bloat around her arms, which became so massive she looked ready to curl a couch in each paw hand.

"Rwar!" Xilimyth would have blushed as her own girls grew through cup sizes like modesty was out of style, but the tension in her upper back was a bit too discomforting to think. Her tank top became simultaneously stretched by the inflating mounds in front and bulging points behind her shoulders until finally, the poor material gave out. As two beachballs of green fur rolled out the torn fabric onto the barrier, what remained of the top flew off behind Xilimyth with the unfurling of membrane draped wings. They flexed a few test flaps knocking over cardboard displays before snapping into proper folds against Xilimyth's back.

Rolling back onto her hunches did not help Brenna much. Her face cringed under another rush that saw the legs of her pants rent into four pieces by a growth spurt in her legs. Now those were a set of thighs you could crush a watermelon in. Another rush caused her glutes to flex, pushing down the waistband of her remaining jeans, so a soft, bouncy cat butt poured out.

It was only then Brenna realized just how big she was getting. Even in a squatting position, the demo stage only came up to her hips. She had to keep shifting her stance every few inches gained as swelling paw feet broke from her shoes. Heck, even Xilimyth with her own mounting muscles, was the significantly smaller of the two. Not that it was anything to knock since the cheetah's death grip was bending a solid steel barrier into very jagged patterns.

Xilimyth rocked her hips in hard bounces, gritting her teeth in long, exhaling hisses. The combined inflation of butt fat and thigh muscle was not enough to destroy her shorts, but it did reduce them from casuals to daisy dukes in no time. Small popping filled the air, which she realized with a flex of meatball sized toes was the destruction of her own shoes. That was about as far as they got before the growth tapered off, leaving most of her paw feet still somewhat covered.

The same could not be said for the rest of the cats. Xilimyth uncurled her fingers sheepishly, twitching her wings and tail at inadvertently bending solid steel barrier supporting her.

Brenna took a deep breath, giving her muscular enlarged body a hard shake. A series of snaps from loosening sinew filled the mall, along with a growl of relief. Standing to her full height, she glanced at the other changed cat. "You alright, Xili?"

"As good as spontaneous growth can make us?" Xilimyth giggled despite feeling like she just did a thousand weight lifts. "What'd we hit this time? Eight? Ten feet?"

"You look at least ten, prrf." Brenna nodded in agreement, placing a large hand atop the cheetah's head. Xilimyth wiggled her ears and had to crane her head back to meet the cougar's smug grin. "Looks like I'm about thirteen then. Are games supposed to do this?"

"Well...it's no Fallout, but it was supposed to be post-apocalypse, right?"

"So, what? We got super mutant...ification?

Almost striking the same thought, the cats turned quizzical gazes to the demo's attendant. The poor mouse supervising them was barely visible after taking cover under the stage cloth, half a head poking out in fear of the looming hulks casting deep shadows.

Despite having no top cover, and barely pants to speak of, Xilimyth bounced forward with her best smile and the hope her sloshing boobs could deflate some of the man's fear. "Can I still get a turn, or what? Think you have a visor that'll fit me?"

"Um, about that…" Brenna forced a worried smile upon regaining Xilimyth's attention. She raised up her giant cougar paw hands and opened them. From inside the mesh of fur and paw pads rained several chunks of plastic and circuitry that might have once been wand controllers. "I kind of forgot to let go of these. Are we going to have to pay for that?"

Ignoring the question, Xilimyth's face contorted into a pout of pure fury. Hands came to rest on her roomy hips while a single foot stomp for emphasis ruptured several cracks in the mall's floor. "That is SO not fair, Brenna!"

MAX

"Hmmph? Gack! Hey"

Max had just finished off his blueberry milkshake when some crazy green-haired woman popped around a display to snap a phone pic of his face. Of course, she was gone by the time he stopped choking and could see clear enough to move again. He gave off a soft growl despite being apparently alone, striped tiger tail lashing about with fur on end. It was getting so a man could not go shopping for vacuums without running into nutjobs.

Welp, fuming was not going to help. The tiger continued his meandering through the hardware department of SEARS taking a mental list of items that caught his interest. It was not too early to get some gardening prepared for next spring. Not to mention, there was the pool in need of a cleaning after his kitsune roommates turned the water to jam. Max licked his lips with a chuckle, almost able to still taste the apricot.

No, wait, that was still the blueberry from his shake. Ears cocked curiously as he licked his gums again. That was a potent flavor to still linger on his tongue like that. Still, he was not about to complain over something sweet to help brighten his mood. He transitioned from garden wares to bathroom decor flashing smiles at the decorative sink mirrors. The tiger was getting lost in swallowing small gulps of his saliva, pretending it was one endless jug of blueberry juice.

If it was not for the last mirror, he might not have noticed his face turning blue at all.

"Gulp!?" Max backpedaled to the sink. That was no trick of the light, the white fur at the end of his mouth had turned blue. Even as he watched, the color seeped across his chin, converting the snowy white hairs to a much darker aqua. The orange across his nose bridge was not spared either, and it only continued until his entire face from ear to neck looked a decorative teal.

Almost like a blueberry?

"Oh, no!" The implications hit Max with the force of a truck. He was no stranger to what might be transpiring, given the magical company he shared a home with. Without regard for his location, the tiger hefted up his shirt and groaned to see the blue trickling down to dye both chest and back. Even the exposed orange of his arms became recolored. He was not about to remove his pants, but it was safe to assume when things traveled that low, his entire body would soon be one giant turquoise tiger.

"A tiger with a nasty case of bloats," Max mumbled as he felt a stirring in his stomach. Resisting the urge to put a hand on it, he whirled in a mad dash for the exit. Things were about to get embarrassing really fast, and he had no desire to remain in public. 

Unfortunately, there might not be a choice in the matter. Max managed to get into the mall proper but did not get far before the pressure on his insides mounted. Figures on the one day he parked at the opposite end of the mall because it was close to the comic store. About halfway to freedom, his pace began to slow from a decreasing lack of function in his legs. A run became a fast walk, and then a widely spaced waddle. All the while, a gentle sound of liquid sloshing tickled his ears.

Max eventually had to give up with the bloating sensation putting a pinch on his lungs. He leaned against a stone planter gasping for breath. Much as he did not want to, a glance down confirmed his worst fears with a dejected groan.

The tiger's stomach was no longer tucked safely under cover of his shirt, but bulging out into a tight ball of round blue fur. It might have almost been mistaken as being pregnant, but having stopped his escape attempt only seemed to encourage the bulge to swell larger, faster. 

Besides, Max's waist had fallen outward in a desperate attempt to alleviate the pressure stretching his striped hide. He placed hands on either side, trying to help hold them in, the sounds of liquid increasing to loud splashes. A different kind of pressure tensed up before his figure gave out in a loud splash. Waist and back both surged out with the rush of fluids, fusing together into an almost perfect sphere.

"S-someone? Little help?" Max shuffled in circles, suddenly lacking the flexibility to twist his torso. Hands alternated between groping at his belly to keep it from swelling and trying to tug his shirt down over it. Both became a lost cause as his rounding form began to rise bigger with the stretching skin, drawing the shirt almost exclusively across his puffing chest fur. His arms themselves were becoming difficult to move, inflating with their own excess juices to lock up the joints.

"Yeek!" Max would have jumped when his butt fell out of his pants tripled in size, but he had grown too heavy. His striped tail began to look like a comically small noodle compared to the expanding cheeks and hips it was attached too. There came a sharp pinch from Max's belt before it gave out, belly falling out with another violent sloshing to become smooth with his crotch. The pants were easily pushed off the expanding girth of his pelvis into a useless pool at his feet.

There was little anatomy left to try covering anyway. If not for the stone planter, Max would have lost his balance as he continued to bloat larger and broader than the store entrances around him. Legs and arms swelled into thick trunks that were soon absorbed into the small blue moon his torso was stretching into. Somehow his briefs and shirt managed to stay across this unusual shape, though excess blue fluids were leaking from the general location of his nipples and member.

In fact, the taste of blueberries had only increased in the tiger's mouth with each passing second. Max tried to call out again, only for a burst of juice to escape from his gullet. A moment later, the pressure flooded his cheeks, causing them to puff out around his muzzle. Their force barely allowed his jaws to crack open and let more juice trickle out. By then, it did not matter as Max's head sunk into a deep sinkhole of what was once his shoulders.

No one was really sure what to make of the giant furry blueberry in stretched clothes taking up space between shops. The little striped tail occasionally twitching along its bottom was the only hint it had been a typical person just a while ago. From inside their divots, Max balled his hands into fists hoping nothing expensive was around for when the juice passed, or he popped from the pressure. Both cases tended to be as messy as they were annoying.

Sylvan

Buying clothes had to be a form of legal blackmail. No one was allowed to go without them, but the prices for one set cost more than several days of hard work. The white lion flared his nostrils with a defeated snort while placing another pair of jeans upon their shelf. Sixty dollars for something that somehow got tight on his waist and loose on his hips was ridiculous.

"Eh?" Sylvan had been sifting through a rack of promising cargo shorts when a bright flash lit up most of the department, casting his shadow over the wares. Ears and tail perked in a quick glance around but saw no one else nearby, much less holding a camera ready. "Hey, if you're doing some kind of prank, at least link me to the vid?"

Silence was the only reply, making the lion blush for talking to himself. Moving to another rack, he found a bunch of 'buy two for this amount' shorts that would work. Grabbing a couple pairs in colors he liked, Sylvan wadded his way through clothing displays into the fitting rooms.

"Nngh!?"

Sylvan leaned against the doorway as a queasy stirring rocked through his stomach. A hand-rubbed the white fur of his flat middle, feeling violent bubbling underneath. Figures that Mexican lunch was coming back to haunt him faster than expected. At least it passed without an overwhelming pressure against his backdoor, though a bloating sensation made the lion wonder.

Might as well get this over with fast before worse happens. Ducking into the first empty room, Sylvan shrugged off his cargo shorts to try on the first pair.

"Oof!" Just trying to get them over his hips immediately told the lion these were a dud. Sylvan raised an eyebrow as there came a slight pinch followed by relief after his plump rear wiggled its way in. Strange that they felt so snug with the measurements stated to be a few inches above his usual. Trying to button them became an epic struggle he eventually had to give up on. The effort put a painful squeeze on his stomach.

"Um…" Sylvan's hands released the waistband to rub his middle. Rounded feline ears folded back, feeling a once flat surface now possessed a subtle rise under its flesh. Breaths grew heavy, watching it bubble forth into a rounding bulge through the zipper gap. The lion was fairly certain enchiladas did not cause something this server.

"Mreow!" The weight literally growing out Sylvan's stomach dropped a sharp pain into his hips. Trying to grasp them made the lion yelp feeling his sides spread with loud bone pops. Even his butt was getting thicker, drawing the already small shorts skin-tight against full curves. "W-what's happening to meeeee?"

Attempts to hold back the growing mass turned to efforts in yanking the tight shorts off before they suffocated Sylvan. A feat that proved more challenging when excess fat poured into his thighs until the white lion's legs were forced to rub together with his natural stance. More than a few seams tore before they finally fell around his ankles, making the lion lament having to pay for them.

That thought was shelved on top of the gut inflating out of Sylvan's middle. He looked like he had a basketball for lunch and was eating another for dessert. Fingers gingerly poked the surface, finding the fur extra sensitive from being stretched taut. Then he noticed his hands and the rest of his arms. He already had some skinny limbs before, but now they looked very sleek, refined even.

The same could not be said for his lower body. Everything was more bloated than that time he had to hold gas for ten hours. With each inch his stomach rounded out, putting pressure on widened his hips, bloated his butt, and expanded thundering thighs. It was enough to stretch out his Yoshi boxers until it looked more like a thong sinking between his butt. Strange how that was not absolutely crushing his manhood in the process.

"Oh...my god." The thought hit Sylvan a second before both hands slid between his legs. Within two seconds, he realized the reason there was no crushing pain was a distinct lack of balls to crush. All he found resting under the stretched cotton was a soft mound protecting a slightly moist vertical slit. He parroted in a female voice, "Oh my god!"

Sylvan blinked, twisting to face the mirror. Her stomach was growing into a very defined sphere shape, leaving her hips wider than most chairs. But it was the subtle changes assaulting the lion's face that were intriguing. The usual shag around her muzzle smoothed out while cheeks gained a cute fuller roundness. Eyes thinned into a more acute shape, developing very thick eyelashes while brows thinned on a shrinking forehead. People would be hard-pressed to mistake the reflection for anything but a bottom-heavy lioness.

"Oh no," Sylvan gulped, grasping her stomach as another rush of pressure welled up inside it. It pushed out into a full medicine ball, popping her belly button in the process. She took several deep breaths only to choke up when a fluting of movement caused the tight furry skin to bump back against her palms. "Am...am I pregnant?"

That made more sense than Sylvan was comfortable admitting. She got lost in thought for a moment feeling the life squirming inside a newly formed womb. It was only when another pair of inflating bumps pushed out the top of her shirt that she noticed another pressure mounting.

"Oh, geez!" Sylvan pulled her shirt off in a hurry turning back towards the mirror. What little pecs she had possessed vanished under rapidly building mounds of fat. They were hefting up the accompanying areolas, stretching them across the softening surface as the bright red skin became super sensitive.

Sylvan gave out a sharp gasp watching her chest fall into proper breasts. Their hang only increased with each passing second, like her breaths were pumping fat into them. She reached up to cup them, enjoying the feel of their expansion in her palms. The growth stopped within seconds, leaving the mounds resting on her stomach as plump melons. Still, internal pressure only continued to strain their skin.

A few hard kneads quickly helped alleviate this in the form of white fluid leaking out of puffy nipples. Sylvan continued building a rhythm that sent milk cascading through her fingers down the outward curve of her belly. That was not the only part growing moist as Sylven's gasps turned to low lustful growls.

The self milking would have gone for hours if a knock at the door had not jostled the pregnant lioness out of her stupor. 

"S-sir? Ma'am?" A youngish boy voice floated in. Their stuttering was a clear indication more than some of Sylvan's activities had been heard. "Everything okay in there?"

Trying to fetch her shirt from the floor was an exercise in frustration with a baby bump preventing hips from bending. And again, it could barely stretch over her chest, much less part of the stomach. Large wet spots were already forming around the front of each boob when she got her cargo shorts back on next. That being a generous way of saying, she barely got her bloated ass into them without exploding the seams. Usually, getting clothes a few inches larger than needed proved a godsend, even if they were stretched tight.

There was still no point in trying to seal the waistband button with this gut. A flutter from inside made her pat it pensively, almost certain there was more than one kid in there.

"I'm fine...I, uh, think." Her voice was also still surprising. It's soft rumbling certainly made her sound like someone ready to be a mother. "Just had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction. I think I underestimated my waist size."

Taking a deep breath, Sylvan forced herself to open the stall door. No surprise, the fox barely looking out of his teens went wide-eyed at her braless chest, and then exposed belly. The also expected security guard mink looked a lot more sympathetic to the lioness in clearly bad fitting clothes.

"Could either of you direct me to the maternity dresses?" Sylvan managed to get out with a weak flick of her tail.

SORSHA

Sorsha's tail dropped at seeing the phone's screen going dim. The words 'low battery, please charge' kept flashing across the bottom. Looked like she was going to need to figure out what that meant if there was going to be any more fun with this fantastic device.

She turned towards the nearest exit pondering who to talk to about this. Desmond or Jason were scientists, but they might end up using the same app on her for stealing the thing. A lightning spell would probably destroy it rather than recharging it.

Some days the young witch lamented never studying these modern-day gizmos people get into.