On the Scene at RWAR Sushi

Contains dragon tf, gender bending, mild hyper and size growth. Thank you for all the theme votes. <3

Art by: Pregoo 

Guest Starring Xilimyth

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A five-star restaurant and the cheetah came strutting through the front door in a Mass Effect t-shirt. The 'Mass' was even placed strategically to be distorted by the swell of her chest. Combined with jean shorts, her trimmed, fit body was easily outlined for all to admire. By contrast, her long brown hair was tied back into a ponytail while a bit of make-up highlighted her facial fur. It gave her a somewhat sophisticated, if youthful, appearance.

Somehow Wendel could guess this was his meeting. Their 'energetic optimism' aura seemed to be a recurring theme with just about everyone he had become acquainted with since moving to Seattle. Granted they were also all responsible for a series of embarrassing events that resulted in the rabbit radically transformed, or at least committing some form of public indecency. Seeing the trend potentially continue filled him with the urge to make a discreet kitchen exit. That notion was squashed under the sheer nonsense of it. Wendel had not grown so cynical as to instantly distrust every friendly face that popped up.

Good thing too, since her sparkling, violet eyes soon found his gaze through the bustling tables. She seemed to guess the same conclusions immediately as her short feline muzzle cracked into a toothy smile. Before Wendel knew it, she was floating between tables on gentle footsteps invisible to the dozens of dining suits and skirts around them.

"Good Afternoon!" She purred upon reaching his booth. "You must be Wendel? I'm Xilimyth; head of the Artist and Architect Agency. We-OOF!?"

Before she could even finish a greeting a panda waitress that had been moving over to greet them suddenly broke into a charge. They embraced Xilimyth with a hyper sequel, who hugged back after making sure they would not fall across the table.

"Xili, you beautiful kitten! How are you? It's got to have been months since you've come around here."

"Hi, Susie! Sorry for the hiatus. I needed a bit of a break before getting back into the big business. You know how that goes. There's been a lot of spontaneous growths lately, and it's kept me really busy."

The panda giggled so hard it made Wendel wonder what joke he was missing out on. "I can imagine with you. We'd be surprised if you ever stop growing. So, what would you like today?"

"Eh, just give me the old special if you still got it. You're right, it has been too long, and I need some stress relief." Xilimyth popped her shoulders in a tired stretch, giving Wendel a bright grin. "How about you?"

"O-oh, uh..." Wendel's ears perked up, mind going blank at having the spotlight suddenly back on him. "I'll...just have whatever she is having."

Things only got more awkward when the panda's smile dropped slightly, and her eyes expanded wide. "Are you, um, sure, sir? You do understand our special is a..."

"A bit spicy, yes!" Xilimyth cut her off. All her pointed teeth were suddenly showing in her smile. "Not to worry, I heard from Desmond he's a man that can handle it. But can you please give me extra wasabi and two glasses of milk. Just in case."

Their waitress glanced from the stupified bunny to Xilimyth a few times, shrugged, and skipped off. Wendel was stuck staring into the void until the movement of Xilimyth taking a seat across the table brought him back. Any hope of having a nice, normal, lunch was fading fast.

"What was that about?"

"Don't worry about it. The head chef and his daughters are old friends. He's something of a...what's the Japanese equivalent of a wizard?"

"A sage?"

"Yeah, that sounds right. The stuff he can do with sushi is just magic." Xilimyth produced a cellphone from her back pocket, flipping through a few tabs before reading something intently. "From what Dessy tells me you're a bit of a writer like him?"

Wendel pink nose twitched having to think of his least favorite of neighbors. "Honestly, that lunatic seems to work every job under the sun. But yes, I've been publishing a regular zine  that reports on very extreme and exotic incidents mainstream news likes to censor."

"Yes. It was mentioned you really enjoy researching super kinky stuff. That's not too uncommon these...are you okay?"

The response was a sputtering of wet coughs and gags given Wendel chose that moment to take a sip of water. "I...I'm not researching an interest in kinks. I'm working to expose how corrupt daily life has gotten to simply allow such exhibitionism to occur."

"Oh, I see..." Xilimyth blinked trying to comprehend such a contradiction. She swiped her phone, looking from it to Wendel. "So you weren't the giant rabbit Desmond got intimate with further downtown a few months back? You guys demolished half a bank building."

The phone was flipped around, showing Wendel a surprisingly high-quality picture of the scene Xilimyth described; an extreme buff female version of Wendel loomed over forty feet tall leaning back into a building crushing three floors worth of windows from the weight. Jammed between her legs was an equally buff blue squirrel woman going to town with their tongue.

Nothing like having a nearly suppressed memory awkwardly coming back to brighten Wendel's facial fur a shade of purple. All he could do was sputter incoherently trying to create an excuse why the thirty-foot rabbit woman could not be him.

"H-how!?"

"Oh, you guys were only down the street from my office. My inbox was filled with selfies. Also, Dessy told me why he was late to work the next day." Xilimyth giggled, setting her phone down so Wendel could have her full attention. "You two definitely have a knack for creating a good buzz around town. Why would you want my help?"

"Trying to find a professional in the field seemed a better option. Also, a more reliable source for stories doesn't hurt." Wendel was looking everywhere but into his companies friendly eyes. His face still felt hot and a bit sweaty. "Taking Desmond's word for it has been a deeply mixed bag for me. Walking down Mainstreet with my fat butt on display doesn't generate as much fun, and ad clicks as you might think."

"Really now?" Xilimyth tilted her head blinking in doe-eyed surprise. "Considering the way you so passionately wrote the articles I figured you were a thrill seeker having the time of your life."

"That was just utilizing first-hand accounts. My aim is to report the abnormal, not experience it."

"But aren't you having some fun experiences with it? How many people get to admire their reflection from fifty-story windows?"

"I...uh..." Wendel sipped some water as an excuse to avert his gaze. "Suffering horrific transformations is embarrassing. I've laid so many eggs by now I'm suspicious about eating chicken."

"That's not a no."

"It's not a yes!"

Wendel's ears turned bright pink in his rush of anger, but he quickly deflated under Xilimyth's knowing smile. It was true he was getting what he had asked for; a lot of crazy shit to report on. Hell would still freeze over before admitting to enjoying any of the kinky torment. He was more adjusting to the point that his car had a spare change of clothes, and a tarp in case those became too small.

"Two specials and milk!" Susie reappeared almost out of nowhere to Wendel's highly fragmented thoughts. The panda hummed a bubbly tune placing large dishes of rice and fish in front of them, followed by tall glasses of white cream. "Anything else before the main event?"

Xilimyth curiously stared at Wendel, almost like she was thinking something over. Before he could question it, she waved their server off. "Nah! I think we'll be good for now. I may be in a dessert mood, though. Having my cheat day early."

"Sure thing, Xili." The panda nodded and took her leave.

"Speaking of suspicions; this isn't poison, is it?" Wendel leaned in close poking at his lunch with a fork. The roll of sticky rice seemed a bit over exotic to him; topped with sliced avocados and ginger, while inside had a stuffing of tiny red pearls and chopped vegetables. An orange-like sauce bled from the opening he had made onto the plate.  Sharp aromas made his nose cringe warning of strong spices. "I'm not fond of fish eggs either..."

"Oh, you're fine. The food's not going to kill us." Xilimyth snapped apart some chopsticks, using the pointed ends to spread wasabi paste across her sushi. "They use a food caviar machine to make everything into edible pearls. It gives a bit more of a fancy look, but it's the chili sauce that's to die for."

She plucked a piece of sushi into her watering mouth, promptly giving out a long moan. It was the first time Wendel ever saw wasabi elicit anything resembling pleasure. Xilimyth was already shoveling in the third piece by the time he pierced an end chunk with his fork.

There was little doubt about this woman's ability to make a sale. Xilimyth wiggled in her seat, making adorable mews and chirps through mouthfuls of rice. That had to have implied some form of relative safety to Wendel. Maybe his nose was wrong about the spices if a living creature could actually enjoy it.

"Nom!" The fork shot into Wendel's mouth before he could have a dozen second thoughts on the matter. Not a bad flavor at all. The bunny was always a fan of avocado, it mixed well with the sweet-salty ginger and vinegar on the rice. Jaw began to work in cautious bites, ears dropping as he allowed a little smile to raise his cheeks. "Okay, this is pretty goo-HURRRK!?"

And that was one chew caused Wendel's ears to shoot up straight. Xilimyth looked on curiously as his pupils contracted into eraser points and then began to seep water around their edges. An idle flick of the tongue had released a gush of those weird red pearls onto his tastebuds. Their gooey chili sauce ignited a bonfire across the tender muscle that quickly engulfed his being.

"HARRGH!! GAH GAH GAH! BWRRPHH!!"

Dishes clattered harshly as Wendel hunched over the table. His esophagus could not decide if it wanted to swallow or spit out the volatile sushi. That left it stuck in the unfortunate position at the back of his throat. Hands clambered blindly through tears to hoist himself from the booth only to find the seat tighter around his legs.

"Wow, you take this worse than Desmond." Xilimyth smeared a large glob of wasabi on a piece of her roll before chomping off half of it.  Purple eyes never left Wendel, watching with mounting interest as his height increased several feet in seconds. Legs became too thick with an influx of muscles and smooth flat, wedging him firmly into the seat.

A wide gap rose between the bunny's shirt and pants showing off the sharp inward curve developing in his waist. Fur molted away in favor of developing white scutes along his front. The remaining browns of his fur were shifting to a deeper purple shade while flattening against his skin to form a smother scaled armor.

The final growth spurt set in when Wendel chocked back enough tears to finally force a swallow. Most of it centered around his neck shooting up a foot in length, leaving his head bobbing on a flexible stalk of white and purple scales. Wendel failed to notice this while blinded by the pain burning inside his mouth. This was why when a searching hand found his glass of milk, a good portion was initially splashed across the white scales where his mouth had formally been.

"Argh! What the hell!?" Wendel rubbed an eye with a hand that was thinning out, becoming refined with feminine-looking claws. It helped clear his vision enough, but he still needed a few tries before his head bent into a position that could take a drink.

More milk continued to pour down Wendel's snaky neck instead of inside his gaping maw. Admittedly it would be a difficult task when said mouth was popping longer and thicker. Nostrils flared wider to become flush with the end, losing its pink button shape for a serpents snout. His trademark long ears slide down to stick out the sides of his head, gaining more of a pointed tip. A pair of curled white horns promptly grew out to fill the vacant space as ivory towers in a sea of lengthening red hair.

Xilimyth's eyebrow rose more interested in watching the front of Wendel's shirt get soaked in milk. The fabric was already stretched taut by his growing size, becoming wet only emphasized the mounds pushing out. It only took a few cup sizes before Wendel's newly acquired breasts snapped the buttons. Every gulp of milk seemed to flow right into them, igniting another surge of rich fatty tissue. The entire front soon gave way in an explosion of rips, setting free a pair of boobs easily the size of Wendel's new dragon head.

"God damn!" Wendel slammed an empty glass still foggy with milk residue on the table. His watermelon hanging chest jiggled with many hard gasps for fresh breath. Overwhelming relief to have the fires put out on his tongue also made him oblivious to a feminine shifting of his vocal cords. "W-what the hell is this atomic fireball?"

"Dragons Fire Breath, of course," Xilimyth said while wolfing down two more pieces of her own sushi. "It's their secret staple transformation dish, and the exact reason this place is called 'RWAR Sushi.' I just can't get enough of such a delicious idea."

"Wait, wha-Aaah haah!?" A rush of pressure pilled onto Wendel's backside. Renewed struggles could not eject him from the booth but he at least managed to work his legs free to sit sideways across the couch.

The changing bunnies pants must have been under very intense pressure, for the simple motion was enough to destroy most of it instantly. The fabric clinging tight around Wendel's thighs exploded in a series of harsh rips, revealing robust curvy legs. His favorite thick paws were lengthening considerably for a more majestic creature's build, tipped with the same sharp black claws.

Frankly, it was not nearly as embarrassing for Wendel as the exposure of his crotch splitting open. What remained of his manhood was shrinking into the revealing cleft on its way to becoming a full maidens flower. He could only think to hide this by rolling onto his knees, facing away from Xilimyth. An act promptly regretted when his butt swelled out the back of his shredded pants onto their lunch table.

Wendel bit her lower lip trying not to wiggle her bloated butt too suggestively. The cold furniture was not making it easy pressed against her sensitive scales. Another shot of pressure flowed into her stubby rabbits tail, making it twitch twice. Before she could even brace for it, Wendel's fifth appendage whacked her plate of uneaten sushi to the floor in a hard growth spurt. It's spaded tip swept across the table sending dishes flying before coiling back across her hip.

Xilimyth barely reacted to this tail attack; only removing her dish from the table and then returning it to resume eating once the muscular limb had passed. "If you weren't going to finish that you could have let me enjoyed it."

"I...you...bwagh! HRRK!" A bulge flowed up Wendel's noodle neck and into her face, making cheeks bulge for a second before forcing her mouth open in a soft burp. The result turned out to be a small explosion of fire instead of digestive gas. By then, she did not even care when a pair of black wings ripped up the back of her shirt as the last part of her rapid growth. "Is...is this normal for a restaurant to serve?"

"This place sure is!" Xilimyth purred, chewing on the last piece of her roll. "I've held a lot of successful business investor meetings here. Nothing livens things up like a bit of dragon mix."

Wendel rested a hand atop her massive bosom, nearly twice the size of Xilimyths impressive rack. Now that she looked around the place a bit closer, there were a surprising number of lizard and partial lizard dinners in here. Many of which regarded the naked purple dragoness with amused grins and mutterings of 'tourist.'

"Hey! Wait a damn minute!" Wendel whirled back to Xilimyth with her best-annoyed growl. "How did you eat a whole roll without changing then?"

"Huh?" Xilimyth had been licking some sauce from her fingertips to not immediately realize the question. With another big smile, she sat upright to pull the game logo shirt over her head.

A loud ruffling noise like bedsheets being whipped filled the air. Wendel had to recoil back almost falling into the next booth as a large pair of batlike wings fanned out from Xilimyth's back. They flexed a couple of times before folding neatly to help cover the cheetah's bra and exposed abs.

"Because I'm already part dragon," Xilimyth said before tensing her body in a hard flex. In one rush, her lean limbs filled out with deep muscles, rocketing her face alarmingly close to the ceiling. Breasts gave an audible slosh as they fell into the size of beach balls, stretching their amazingly elastic bra. Seeing the stupefied look of a now smaller Wendel dragon, Xilimyth could not resist giving a playful wink. "Duh!"

"Looks like you girls are having some fun," Susie chirped as she returned to their table. Another kitchen hand had come along to clean up Wendel's spilled dishes. "Still feeling up for that dessert, Xili?"

"You know it!" Xilimyth chipped happily, flinching when her lengthy spotted tail knocked over a nearby chair. Still, she continued to smile and flexed out her beefy arms in a series of roaring pops. "I could kill for some tofu ice cream right now. Anything for you, Wendel?"

The purple dragon woman flapped her own wings indigently. After a few seconds of consideration, Wendel turned around to flop her fat butt back into their booth. Being half-naked was not ideal, but she had also failed to eat much of lunch too.

"Same for me. Give me a  glass of saki while you're at it."

"Sure thing, hun." Susie gave Wendle a friendly squeeze on the shoulder. "I downed a whole bottle on my first time. Kind of regret all the fires in hindsight, but still, doesn't Xili make it look so easy?"

"I really don't want to comment on this," Wendel said under her smoking breath. The panda probably did not hear as she skipped off, which was also fine. At least there were still some napkins to wash the crusty tears away. It was only after Wendel had freshened up a bit she noticed Xilimyth still staring with gleeful intent from her looming height. "...what now?"

"Sorry, I just thought my first job for you could be to write a review of this place. You know, while the impression is still burning hot in your stomach."

Having a prehensile neck made it easy for Wendel to slam her face into the table. The pain helped stifle her exasperated whine.