On the Scene with Interviews

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"Nanomachines, son!"

"Ugh!" Wanda made no effort to hide her ire. By now both her long bunny ears were folded back against her shoulders, whiskers twitching with enough impatience to generate a breeze. "If you're going to answer every other question with that stupid meme, we might as well just break for lunch and call it good."

"Heh, sorry." Gene adjusted his rectangle glasses sheepishly. "Though I'd be more than happy to take this interview over lunch. My treat?"

"Uuugh!" Wanda rolled back her entire head along with her eyes.

Nothing like having some random nerd flirtings to help make this the third worst week of Wanda's life. Still, the bunny found this nothing compared to the other two disastrous events. Both of which had involved a gaggle of sisters and a caramel ham made out of tofu. Luckily Easter dinners had nothing to do with the issues at hand.

This particularly awful week all came back to a single person; Wanda's upstairs neighbor named Desmond Fallout. Over the course of a single morning that overly friendly jerkass had flooded Wanda's floor with dirt, bent her gender from male to female, triggered the mother of all heat cycles, and then got to screw Wanda for her efforts.

The last part she had encouraged because it was better than being horny, alone, and considering the practical uses of turkey basters.

Being called Wanda, for the time being, had also been Desmond's idea. She had to admit 'Wendel' was a bit too masculine for the curves stretching her blouse and skirt. At least it was only until Desmond's roommate came back to restore her masculinity.

As if to make amends Desmond had also provided Wanda with the address of another supposed scientist. Everyone was passing that title around rather casually these days. Still, Wanda needed some hot leads if her newspaper was ever going to get off the ground.

Gene certainly did not give the impression of a scientist, sadly. Although the warehouse he had set up as a lab said otherwise. The fox looked only to be in his twenties like Wanda. His black jacket and scruffy brown hair could only be worn by a true millennial nerd.

"Let's hold off on lunch, for now." Wanda fiddled with her phone to get this farce of an interview back on track. Her stylus sat poised to jot down notes, or at least doodle some fish to look busy. "How about we start by explaining what a nanomachine actually is?"

"Oh, that's easy!" Gene rushed over to one of the many lab tables set across the spacious room. Wanda followed at a more casual pace, arriving just in time for him to shove a giant blueprint in her face. The skeletal outline seemed to form the shape of some kind of beetle. "Nanomachines are a very advanced form of robots going as small as a single blood cell. With my special programming, they can completely function inside a person's body."

Wanda's ears perked. With a flick of her screen, the apps switched to WordPad to write everything Gene was saying. "That sounds rather creepy. What exactly do you have these robots do when they're inside someone?"

"Oh, what can't they do?" Gene had his bushy red tail waving high with pride. "With a few thousand of these running in your blood, we can change everything from your hair color to the size of your…"

"Up here, nerd!" Wanda snapped her fingers at noticing Genes eyes dip below her collar.

"Right, sorry!"

Forgetting blueprints, he passed Wanda various photos of other anthros. Each was framed in a 'before and after' kind of setup like a magazine ad. A badger had several missing teeth restored into a bright smile, a mink went from an overweight blob to a supermodel, and…

"What is this garbage?" Wanda had to stifle her laughter at the last photo.

She flipped it around so Gene could see it depicted a naked wolf lady in a very tight space. A keen eye could discern this was meant to be a room; with little furniture being pushed away by her feet and hips. Meanwhile, her head pushed against the ceiling in an uncomfortable expression threatening to break through the plaster.

"W-what?" Gene gave a nervous laugh to hide the twinge of resentment to Wanda's reaction. "That's my girlfriend, Dee. She was kind of an accident but makes a great example of how my bots can drastically shift the measure of our size. It's as easy as…"

"Okay, bullshit!" Wanda dropped the photo in a cute, if insensitive, huff. "A little hair dying and photoshopping doesn't make you a scientist, kid."

"Excuse me?" Gene had dived to catch his girlfriend's photo, straightening up with his tail going rigid. Hiding his own irritation had become near impossible. "I have documented proof, and live samples that can…"

"You can't expect me to believe injecting termites in someone can make them grow into a giant."

"They're...actually smaller than termites. Besides, they're so incredibly potent I don't need to inject them in the blood at all. I could make you a giant right now."

Wanda raised an eyebrow, her overbite grin nearly reaching her bunny ears. "Oh really!? And which one of these tables of swirly bottles and tesla coils can do that for you? I'd love to literally look down upon this hilarious shame."

"I..um…" Gene started but decided to take an interest in a table full of mixing tools. Even a wounded ego could not stop his face fur turning a deeper red. "It's, uh, they are not stored in the lab. Their bio-organic structured, not actual robotics, so they tend to degrade rapidly outside the original host making them."

After Wanda took a moment to Google what 'bio-organic' meant, she looked at Gene with both eyebrows raised. "And the host would be...?"

"Right here," Gene said while jabbing a thumb into his chest. Bushy fox tail began to wag again with his resurgence of pride. "It took a few trials and lots of errors, but my body is producing hundreds of nanites while we're talking. They're virtually blank slates so extracting and programming them for transformative tasks has been easy."

"But you said you didn't have to do anything?"

"Technically, I guess." Gene gulped trying to choose his next words carefully. "The nanites in my blood are easy to control, but the ones in my...seamen...have a pre-programmed setting to replicate and expand cells, causing anything organic it comes in contact with to grow rapidly."

"Sure, sure!" Wanda gave several knowing nods while she tried to scribble such details down. As expected, her rapid typing on the mobile device slowed to a stupified halt. The gears could be seen turning in her deadpan eyes as they processed one specific detail. "I'm sorry...what exactly did you say the nanites were stored in?"

"My seamen has a very active collection of them at all times."Gene could feel his ears burning, but found himself unable to mince words. "When we first discovered it, Dee and I had been having a, uh, romantic evening. I forgot to pull out and within minutes...well, the photo speaks for itself. Heh. Skin contact tends to result in minor, often disproportionate, growth spurts. Implementation through an orifice has almost always resulted in full body growth."

Unexpectedly, Wanda did not burst out laughing. If anything she remained almost motionless with a perpetual deadpan gaze into the fox's nervous eyes. After a long pause both long ears twitched, and then she clicked her tongue twice.

"Welp! I am definitely getting one crazy story to publish, hack scientist or not."

"Hey!!" Gene clenched his fists and relaxed them several times. This woman was confusingly insufferable to call an interview just to make fun of him. "The circumstances might be unorthodox, but I am far from a fake."

"Oh yes. I can see the headlines now; Fox's jizz replaces cosmetic enlargement surgery. You'll be rolling in salty cash with everyone smearing your seed on their privates."

"Not likely with how shitty a reporter you are."

"Excuse you!?"

Gene snorted, amazed how quickly he knocked that smug grin off Wanda's face. "You heard me. All this sass just makes you look like any sleazy tabloid scum; skulking around back alleys in a desperate attempt to become relevant. I doubt you'd publish even half the science I've been explaining unless you can fabricate some kind of scandal out of it."

"You call me a liar, brat!? Making me grow bigger with your jizz isn't science. That's magic mumbo-jumbo. You just can't do that."

"Why don't you suck me off and find out, plagiarist?"

"Fine, you hack! Drop your pants!"

"I...wha-what?"

"...uhhh..."

Wanda and Gene started dumbstruck at each other upon realizing the direction their argument had taken. There was really only two options left the rabbit could foresee; swallow pride and find a quick escape, or double down for some real excuses to drag Gene's name through the tabloid mud.

"You heard me!" Wanda pointed a sharp finger at the crotch of Gene's pants. "If what you say is true, I'll drain your tank until I'm big enough to wreck this building. Unless you really are afraid of a little scandal when it does nothing and I vomit on your lap."

Pride is a well-known cause for rash, very ill-conceived, life choices. Gene was no exception to this. His ears jerked upright in a low growl, refusing to break eye contact with the smug Wanda while his hands blindly fumbled for his belt.

"Have it your way. Don't start crying when your head is crashing into the light fixtures."

"Ugh! Here!" Wanda dropped to her knees while pocketing her phone. Ignoring Gene's startled yelp, she soon had the belt undone and pants sliding off the fox's butt. "Let's get this going, cause I am getting hungry."

Seeing his cock unveiled at half-mast left Gene sputtering for a rebuke. Wanda may not have a winning personality, but her curves stretching that skirt still enticed a young man's needs.

A fact that Wanda took notice of right away. She gently lifted Gene's phallus in one hand to blow across the head. The hips it was attached to gave a hard shudder that reverberated across the fox's entire body.

Thank goodness she was not going to have to work hard on this boy. Being a girl for a few days hardly made Wanda an expert on giving head. Still, his cute whimpers and increasing scent helped her get into it.

"Oooooh, mercy…" Gene bit his lower lip as both hands rested in Wanda's curly hair. It was a nightmare trying to keep steady with his pants around his ankles. Especially with this grumpy bunny rubbing her nose along his foreskin. Wanda was alternating nuzzling one side all the way to his balls before tickling the other side with her fine whiskers.

"Yeah, I got none of that down here," Wanda purred watching her affections make the fox's member swell bigger. His taste was not that bad either, inviting even.

"Less yapping, more nanite injections."

"Hmph!"

Wanda looked up at Gene, licking her lips in an intentionally slow predatory grin. Gene merely smirked back down at her. The manicured claws of his fingers scratched around the fur behind Wanda's ears, causing her rear to involuntarily jiggle. The bastard had unwittingly found her secret spot, and it was getting her moist fast.

Best to move on before their mutual smugness evolved into something akin to respect. Wanda opened her muzzle in an intentionally slow display. Gene frowned, but before he could comment she peeled her lips back to make sure her large incisors were on display. That sobered Gene up fast, making him afraid to move as Wanda's pearly whites came down to pinch the head of his dick.

It was just a second to give the pervy boy a scare. Wanda's lips folded back to envelop the fox dong in a slick kiss. A quick bob of the head had Wanda taking Gene's entire shaft down her gullet, getting him moaning once more. Both of the fox's hands clenched firmly onto Wanda's ears. It did not bother her as she rocked her head gently against his dick. Massaging every inch of Gene's shaft with the warmth of her tongue left a surprisingly pleasant taste. There was only a minor urge to vomit when she dived in too hard and got her uvula poked.

"Faah! Faah! Nngghhaa!!"

Gene sure sounded pleased with the efforts anyway. While the mess of pants entangling his feet kept him in place, his hips were more than free to buck back in greeting to Wanda's face. It helped a lot when Wanda realized the poor boy was losing balance and reached up to clasp both cheeks of his ass for support.

They were surprisingly soft to the touch; both the fur and the flesh under it. Wanda would smirk in approval if her mouth were not already stretched full. Her slender fingers squeezed around both lumps of man rump, kneading it like firm dough.

"Gaah! Hrrgnn!" Gene's butt muscles clenched in Wanda's hands. A twitch of his member added a slight taste of salt on the rabbit's tongue. "H-here it c-comes...gah...the results of my genius research."

Wanda rolled her eyes, a groan muffled around the throbbing meat of Gene's dick. Sucking continued in earnest, anyway. The humping of Gene's hips increased their own efforts slamming the back of her mouth again and again. Each time she could see the skin of his testicles pulling back, drawing his balls tight against the base. It was rather cute watching that nerd face seeth breaths through a tense snarl. Gene clearly wanted to stall for maximum release, which spurred Wanda to tickle his rear and suck on his rod even harder.

"AHH HAA! NGGH! RAAGGH!!"

Her combined efforts seemed to have helped him explode off the plateau just fine. Unfortunately, Wanda forgot just what she was working for until Gene's dick gave a hard spasm inside her muzzle. That was it's only warning before wads of thick, silky cum fired directly down her throat. The first one prompted Wanda to gag, which ended up backing up each successive spurt across her tongue.

Gene soon found his cock coated in a mix of Wanda's spit and his own jizz as she reeled back hacking and wheezing for breath. The rabbit's whole muzzle shinned as excess fluids drizzled off her chin. Each hard breath sent a wave of mixed spittle across the floor. The joy that would have been afterglow was fairly nulled on Gene as he watched. The sexy rabbit was reduced to hands and knees making heaving sounds in her struggle to swallow his offering.

"Geez! Don't act restrained on my account," Gene muttered as he worked his pants back up. There was not much nearby to clean off his dick, and it seemed unlikely Wanda would provide a follow-up courtesy.

Not that she will be able to soon.

"Bleech! Fuck you! I'll be tasting salt for days." Wanda was equally unfortunate looking around to not find so much as a tablecloth. "How the hell do you have a lab without a hand sink or something?"

"Well, it is a warehouse first. You never know when you'll relocate." Gene grinned at some obvious joke. As he watched Wanda stand again, there was already a noticeable increase in her height.

Wanda was more occupied on which part of her blouse to wipe with. The last thing she needed was to go outside wearing fox cum as makeup.

"Hey, bitch!"

She settled on using the slack of Gene's jacket instead. The material felt rough and cheap on her delicate nose anyway. Luckily Gene's surprised skittishness allowed her to get most of it off before getting a hard shove right in the tits.

"Don't hey me! I'm the one that did you a favor in this." Wanda sneered, wondering why he was squatting to make her look so far down. Like that simple trick would work. She waved both arms out in a sweeping pass over the surrounding lab tables. "I nearly died choking on your poison spunk, and I don't feel all that giant."

"Give it a few minutes." Gene maintained his grin despite the smear on his jacket. If anything it was starting to broaden with a show of teeth. "The effects are gradual and fairly slow acting. But if you still want to see some growth try checking a table mirror."

"Tch!" Wanda scoffed wondering what sort of prank he was grinning about now. A hand absently wiped her mouth expecting to find a missed glob of spunk hanging from her whiskers. There was little of that left to be found on her chin, yet Gene continued to beam smugly up at her. Wanda rested her hand on her nose for a second time and gasped. Going cross-eyed, she found it a lot easier to see the blunt bridge of her muzzle than usual. "W-what the fuck?"

Glancing from her nose to Gene got Wanda little help beyond a happy tail wag. Taking the fox's advice, she plowed past him with broader shoulders towards the nearest table that had a mirror stand on it. One second of staring at her reflection cause her scream in a startled panic. Her cute button nose had almost doubled in size and continued to puff up like some balloon as she watched. Worse still was when she closed her mouth and saw her front teeth had extended into a deep overbite. The large incisors inched out from her mouth to pinch on her lower lip. It almost made her resembled an exaggerated cartoon character.

"What the fuck did you do to me!?" Wanda whirled back to Gene, surprised again to find him actually further away then when she left him.

The smug still remained permanently glued to the fox's face. "Why, it's almost like you're growing exactly as I said. Although, perhaps taking it orally might have caused some unexpected side effects. Guess you should have tried swallowing the whole thing, eh?"

"What? Th-that can't...nngggh! Dook!?"

POP! POP! CHUUT!

Wanda staggered to the sudden sound of fabric popping. Looking down she let out a stunned squeal at seeing her toes had exploded out the front of her heels. The rest of her bunny paws snaked their way out in a gradual revel. Cheap material continued to snap further apart under the growing force until Wanda fell out of her platforms entirely.

"Oh. My. Gawds!"

By then, shoes were the smallest of Wanda's concerns. Now that she was observing herself, both her blouse and skirt were looking almost child-size on her curvy body. A significant gap had developed between skirt and blouse to leave her creamy white navel on full display. Wanda's blouse sleeves continued to creep up each arm, while its buttons pulled pucker down the giant swell of her breasts.

"Dook!" Wanda squealed again when a small surge caused her skirt to flutter. It's hem shot up two inches, rising like a curtain to unveil her butt and crotch in black panties.

SHRRRTT!!

Trying to pull said skirt down was obviously futile even when Wanda tried anyway. She only managed to partially cover her ass before it's perpetually swelling mass ripped the fabric clean from her hips.

"Huh, never took you for a black underwear kind of woman."

Wanda whipped her gaze at Gene, a retort lost in her panic. Even at their distance clear across the warehouse, she could tell she now dwarfed the fox by at least six feet. Hell, the torn skirt in her hand looked more akin to a towel by comparison.

"F-fuck you! This is the only pair, D-Desmond would let me borro-ooohhh!!"

"Well, that explains it's elasticity," Gene mused with eyes glued to the bunny's camel toe. His colleague was infamous for trying to make clothes for any compromising situation. No matter how big Wanda seemed to grow, her panties stubbornly stretched to keep on her hips.

SHK SHK SHK!

Gene was broken out of his enjoyment by a sudden shower of buttons hitting the nearby tables. This was, of course, the result of Wanda's blouse losing it's struggle to stay on her giant torso. An impressive feat considering she was starting to reach RV sizes.

It still did not stop Wanda's breasts from erupting out the front of her blouse in a desperate need for air. Every last button fired off in an unintentional attack on the fox several yards away. She quickly tried to close this gap between her massive mounds, only to split the back of her blouse along her spine.

"Son of a dook!"

Both rabbit ears flopped against Wanda's shoulders as she resigned to tearing the blouse pieces off her. The sleeves had gotten so painfully tight it only took a little flex to break them off. Soon everything was falling to the floor in scraps, which vanished under Wanda's swelling feet.

Gene was hardly surprised to find her wearing a matching black bra as a final vestige of modesty. It also stretched to be surprisingly accommodating on Wanda's torso, maintaining her breasts in a rounded shape as they bounced around. However, the way he was observing her did little to calm the giant bunnies nerves, and she tried covering up with her bare hands while shifting weight between footpaws.

"OW!"

At least until her head crashed into the ceilings light fixtures. Wanda fell to her knees clasping her forehead in pain. The entire room erupted in a medley of metal scrapping and glass breaking as she did so. Several tables had gotten in the way of Wanda's legs folding across the floor, sending lab equipment and supplies showering everywhere as metal bent from her massive weight. It left a more painful ringing in her ears now that each was longer than a bus. Worse was how the floor scraped along her fur as she still continued to expand upwards and outwards. More and more tables were flipped by her wiggling toes before they got crushed under her butt fat oozing over them.

Gene was just doing everything he could to avoid the wave of destruction washing across the room. When Wanda sat back, her legs kicked up the far tables that had the fox leaping back and forth to prevent getting smashed by their landings. She was already starting to brush against the ceiling, and Gene had no idea just how big the bunny was going to get.

Thankfully, not much bigger. Wanda groaned as she felt her head pressing into the metal sheets of the roof, the grinding of strained metal making her wince. But then the sound suddenly stopped. She hunched to get her head out of the groove it had pushed outwards taking a cautious glance around. It was an immense relief to find the warehouse was no longer getting smaller than it already was, at least from her perspective.

Gene brushed glass dust off his jacket moving carefully among the scattered lab equipment. The smug had returned to his smile while looking up at the giant bunny sitting before him in her underwear. It was like watching an action figure come to life for Wanda.

"So, how was that?"

Wanda gulped as she leaned against the back wall for support. She quickly hunched forward again when the nervous shuddering of her body began to shake the whole building.

"O-okay, I can't really...ah..disprove this. Dook! I feel like I'm in a dollhouse."

"Yeah. Dee said the same thing after that bad case of afterglow."

Wanda laughed nervously, shuffling her bra straps in distraction. The cups had not nearly stretched around her watermelons as well as advertised. They squeezed rather hard leaving a lot of breast flesh to overflow her bra.

"Okay. Okay. Your spunk is very potent. You win, fox. Can you, um, shrink me down now?"

It was really not a good sign how quick Gene's smile dropped at that question. His ears folded while shifting weight between his feet, glancing between the exit door and Wanda's mountainous bust several times.

"You...you can shrink me, right?"

"Oh, yeah...yeah..." Gene cleared his throat, taking a sliding step towards the door. "The nanites will actually burn out on their own; being organic and all. They disperse like any waste after their task is done. Given a few...hours to burn, the energy in your cells will shrink back to normal really fast."

Wanda blinked. With a loud whooshing of air, she fell forward slamming onto hands and knees hard enough to make the floor quake. As her face loomed within inches to Gene, he could not help noticing how her nose and teeth were still slightly disproportionate to the rest of her cavernous mouth. "H-hours!? B-but I have appointments...and I'm hungry! Please, hunny, I can't just sit here all day."

"Oh, you probably won't be here all day." Gene gave a forced laugh, still taking slow steps away from the panicked, giant bunny. "Security will be by soon for their regular sweep, and I'm sure they'll find a way to get you somewhere much more comfortable."

"Uuuhhh...what!?" Wanda tilted her head taking up all of Gene's vision with her confused pout. "Why the fuck did you call security on me? This was your idea."

"And I'll take responsibility for that, but security doesn't work for me." Gene felt his butt bump against the exit, his hand reaching back blindly grasping for a handle. "I hate to confess this now, but this isn't actually my lab."

"...WHAT!!?"

Wanda immediately regretted her angry, if justified, yell. The power of having a voice box the size of a canon caused many nearby windows to shatter from the vibration alone. To say nothing of how her voice echoed off the metal walls. Both Gene and Wanda had to recoil trying to clamp their ears for several seconds.

"Yeah, I'm actually a hacker by trade. There is rarely a computer system I can't wiggle my way into for fun and profit." Gene took a deep breath, trying to force a smile. Which was hard with Wanda looking sour enough she might be considering squashing him under one hand. "When Desmond called to say you wanted an interview I thought it'd look more impressive if we hung around here and...not touch anything."

Wanda glanced over her shoulder at the carnage resting under the base of her house-sized ass. "We're a bit late for that!"

"Yeah, well, try not to act so condescending towards people with growth capabilities in the future? I guess?" Gene's hand finally grasped the curved shape of the door handle, his ears perking up as he flung the portal to the outside open. "But hey, if you ever need some information leeks, or whatever reporters dig up on private affairs, I'd be happy to help once you're shrunken down and out of prison. Bye!"

"No! You come back here, and you FUCKING FIX THIS! HEY!"

Gene slammed the door behind him as he took off running through the sea of warehouses around him. He was glad for the head start when said door was sent flying by the force of Wanda's arm breaking through. Wanda's crushing hand shot out across the alley narrowly missing the fox's tail by the tuft of its fur. She continued to grasp blindly at the ground echoing angry curses from within the metal prison, but Gene was already long gone.