Novella - A Date with Groovia part 1/2 (Patreon)

A Commission for Wes

Art by Robertge

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A pretty warm day for Halloween. Even with the sun slipping its last bits under the horizon an air of warmth remained blanketed over the park. An offering from nature many neighborhood residents were taking full advantage of. Gaggles of children were cutting across paths to get to the next block faster in their candy collecting routes. Couples were meandering about in various degrees of costumed, and inebriated, states. And of course the usual joggers and pet walkers not so into the chance for holiday celebrations.

Lana indeed had plans to join in, even if she had no apparent means to stand out on a spooky evening. The young red-headed woman remained unnoticed sitting at her rest bench along the park's main path. Legs crossed while she smoothed out her blue skirt for about the fourth time in a minute. Large, circle-rimmed glasses needed adjustment again as she whipped her head a bit too fast in scanning for new arrivals.

When no one still seemed intent on heading her way, those twitching green eyes of hers shot up towards the far horizon. Thankfully the sky remained a bit on the clouded side today, but those were quickly clearing up. She could not see it, but the bright light of a full moon was already blazing along the outlines of the floating balls of puff moving through the sky. That alone was enough to heat goosebumps across her skin. A bit unusual since she only had a blue sweater for warmth. The matching skirt and black socks did very to help in that regard. It was okay, a little chill night air would barely be noticeable for her once the date arrived.

“Ugh! Keep it together girl.” Lana caressed her knees falling back into the breathing exercises learned for just such occasions. It helped calm the nerves for a while, but her heated desire refused to go away with a night this young. “Of course he'd be late. How often does Halloween get a full moon?”

Then again she might have gotten here early in the excitement of setting up her style of surprises. Lana absently pulled her cell phone out to check the recently installed dating app on it. No, they were now five minutes late and counting. It was a pretty handy program providing blind dates setup via GPS for free. At least for the first date. The one, in particular, Lana was scanning across the park for again had listed an interest in ‘larger than life or exotic traits’ in a woman.

Lana aimed to deliver both of those tonight. Assuming the dude actually got here in time. The clouds were teasingly starting to thin, revealing a bit of the glowing white moon behind them.

“Lana Helia?”

Oh, crud! How long had she been staring at the moon? Being locked in a catatonic state was a great form of first impressions. Ugh! Probably looked like a total weirdo even to a random passerby. No point but to roll past it now, just turn on the old nerd girl charm.

"Yup, that's me! Gak!"

Lana lept to her feet so hard her knee-length ponytail whipped into her face. Sputtering to get the mesh of red hair back under control, she took in the sight of who had broken her trance.

He was a typical blonde guy, not overweight or overly fit, decked in a red shirt and jeans. Shame he had declined anything for a costume. Having matching green eyes with Lana’s did help generate a nice parallel feeling between them though. Yet he was barely a head taller than the nerd girl. A bit on the short side for this evening's plans, but might make it more fun. The sudden fumbling on Lana’s part seemed to dissolve what tensions he had been holding on to.

“I’m Wes, nice to meet you,” he said with a cheerful smile and wave. Before Lana could respond his other hand came from around his back to present her with a pair of tulips. “Ready for a spooky, scary date?”

“You have noooo idea!” Lana accepted her small gift with a hug in return. The boy might be a good charmer at this rate. “Let's hop in my car. I know a great diner that serves...what?”

Their friendly embrace separated into a sudden sense of worry. Wes' smile had faltered as his eyes were not staring directly into Lana's, just a bit further up.

"Y-your hair...?!"

"Hmm? Oh...oh crud!"

Lana knew what was going on before she even reached up to investigate the reason for her dates distress. It was an all too familiar sensation of feeling hair shifting around and thickening across her head. While such an event was impossible to see right now, Lana had observed it many times while standing gleefully in front of a mirror. Her mind could easily see the bright red locks darkening into a jet black as they curled into a bush of spiral patterns. The once long ponytail slipped from its forgettable tie-on to feed into Lana's scalp, further thickening out the developing afro.

Shifting a gaze back up to the full moon slipping out from behind the clouds, Lana gave out a mournful sigh. There was no holding back now. The stupidly cute Wes had taken so long getting here that her surprise was coming out prematurely. Still, she could work with this minor hiccup in the plan. Turning back to Wes, Lana gave him a smile that revealed the way most of her teeth had gained a much sharper edge. Although it was the way her eyes changed from green to a dark brown that really made him take cautious steps back.

"Sorry about this. I mean to-hahh HRRRKK! GACK!" Lana coughed rather violently before straightening back up. She already adored the look on Wes' face at suddenly becoming a few inches shorter than her. "Be cool, baby! I wanted to change for our date at the restaurant, but I just can't hold back my jive now that big brother moon is out, you know."

"Uh...you...y-your voice?" Wes had a bit of a problem trying to process all the events unfolding before him. Even as he watched Lana was shifting from one foot to the other. The shaking of her hips and fist bumping the air almost made it look like a dance performance for him. With every step, a bit more of Lana grew out and bigger, expose more of her curving midriff between sweater and skirt. When she finally stopped a minute later, her dense afro began to cast a moonlit shadow over Wes. "W-what is all this!?"

"Yo, guess I better give a clearer skinny," Lana said in a voice way different from moments ago. The nerdy girl's tone deepened into something much more sensual. There was almost a low rumbling behind every word giving a dramatic sense of power to her looming presence. "I ain't trying to psyche ya. I just heard your profile saying you into sick foxy dames. Well, just sit back and enjoy this groove for a while. Trust me, it'll be banging."

There was no sensible way Wes could think of to respond to that. Not that he was sure Lana would register any of it. Without offering any kind of explanation further, she merely plucked her round glasses off a nose that was developing an odd puff of black skin and stuffed them under the neck of her sweater. With those out of the way, she raised her hands forward to intertwine her fingers before rolling them both up in a stretch toward the bright ball in the sky.

Lana stretched out her whole body with a thunderous crack that made Wes jump. Another resounded across the park that had costume kids scanning the skies for invisible storms. She stretched out her limbs repeatedly in other poses. Many of them came with a fanged grin and wink obviously meant to be a show for her dates benefit.

While the sounds of adjusting bones diminished, there was still an adverse effect from Lana's warm-ups. Already each round of posing caused her body to pulse, puffing up from head to toe before settling with a bit more muscle added to her figure each time.

“Oh yeeeeah!” She flexed both arms in a goofy battle cry. Their respective sleeves swelled like balloons before exploding into a confetti of cloth. When the now bare arms relaxed, they still retained enough rippling muscle mass to make hams jealous. Lana grinned down at Wes, teeth shining in the moonlight. "Mmmpphh! Pretty far out, huh babe? Nggh! Always nicer to build up a brick house in front of an audience, you dig?"

With a loud grunt, Lana hunched forward in a hard stomach crunch. When her middle straightened back up her stomach went from an impressive flat to a substantial toned state. Another hard crunch, however, bubbled up large indentions that puffed into a full-on washboard of abs. Lana's tongue rolled out in a pleasured mix of groans and growls while her hands rubbed along the ridges of her stomach. She almost appeared to be panting like a...

"Holy crap!" Wes said in a whisper. The puzzle that was Lana seemed to fall into place just as he spotted the fine coat of fur blooming across her stomach. With each pass of the palms, it seemed to coax her coat thicker and fluffier. The growth itself apparently did not want to stay confined there as it infected the tips of each finger as well. Thick brown fur slowly trickled up each arm making the chilling night air much more enjoyable. "Are you...you're a werewolf!?"

"Grrwar! Cool beans! You got it in one go!" Lana gave her expanding hips a wiggle in reward for his guess. Her legs were quickly beefing out to catch up with all that upper body strength. Each thigh had it's bulking power hidden under an exceptionally thicker layer of soft fat, causing them to rub together in a way that slightly stimulated the growing fur. Luckily her calves bulging meat more than made up for it. Their socks ripped to shreds easier than rice paper, giving Wes a full view of their furry conversion. "Most people get fired up just watching me get the groove on. Glad to see you're totally digging this jive."

Wes blushed in realizing just how intensely he had been watching Lana swell up with raw muscle power. It was the last thing he had ever expected to see on a blind date and was probably not unwelcome in the slightest. The only part giving him pause was the way she bumped her hips back an forth in the start of another funky dance. She was getting incredibly bottom-heavy even at her towering height, and there was only so much a nerdy girls skirt could cover.

As if sensing Lana was about to give more than a little bit of a teasing show, her skirt fluttered into a surprising action. Just before her most private areas could blimp out into the open air, the hem tightening around Lana's rump suddenly flipped out with a lot more cover. Its entire material seemed to changed while unseen hands tugged the fabric further, around her curves and past the knees. Once light cotton now wrinkled with the firm stiffness of denim. By the time it reached Lana's skins the skirt split to wrap both legs separately. A button and zipper formed along the front of her crotch, shortly followed by a belt loop and pockets until she was wearing a regular muscle-hugging pair of jeans.

"Wow! How are you doing that?" Wes gasped at seeing Lana's sweater going through a similar transformation. The turtleneck collapsed in on itself, and then kept going. Her chest unveiled in all it's brown furred glory as the sweaters front opened into a broad square cut. It's cotton thickness thinned considerably into a thin white material. Even the tears around each sleeve were sewing themselves back together, forming much shorter ones that gently hugged the bulk of each bicep.

Lana giggled as she turned to fully present her back to Wes. "What's wrong? Did you want to howl at my full moon?"

Before Wes could begin stuttering a reply, he watched Lana pull at the belt loops of her pants with black claws. Impossibly the entire seat of denim stretched with her. The pants distorted and creaked loudly almost like a rubber band before she let them go with a loud snap. Yet it was hard to process what happened in that instant. The pants resettled into a form of fabric wrinkles, but on a butt that had spontaneously grown double in size.

"Hugga budda huh?" Wes' mouth hug open unable to turn his stare away from the woman's jiggling rear. The massive amounts of fat and muscle suddenly added onto it still remained snuggly sealed behind their jeans.

"Makes me look fat huh?" Lana barked laughter as she gave her hips a few more shakes that added on even more inches. "How about now?"

She gripped the seat of her jeans and pulled much harder this time. After getting the denim to stretch incredibly far before meeting resistance, she released to a similar effect. The transforming wolfess barked happily as her rear ballooned out to meet the snapback of its jeans. It was a bubble butt that dreams were made off, perfectly outlined by the magic of her freshly formed pants. Just enough fat to give a hard bounce to every step. An ideal rump for dancing to the grooves.

"Mabbala freggle nacks!" Wes managed to sputter out in response to such a rush of bottom-heavy growth. In his defense, a wolf's tail chose that moment to slink its way out of a pre-made hole above Lana's rear. Its extensive length and fluff made it easy to give him a playful face bap.

"Mmmh! Wuff! I totally agree, babe. Now I'm a perfectly fine fat cat for some Jiving. Although..." Lana grinned as large triangle ears began to rise out from the upper sides of her afro. Clawed furred hands reached up to cup the still nerdy breasts barely poking out of her t-shirt. "I think we can both agree I'm a bit bottom heavy now, ya dig it?"

“Um...y-yes?” Wes gulped as his eyes also fell on Lana's bosom. Once a modest size for a tiny nerd girl. Now They looked virtually nonexistent melting into the powerful pecs that bloomed with the rest of her upper body strength.

Naturally, Lana was not about to let her girls go the night looking so pitiful. Enveloping each in her large hands, she first pushed deeply into the muscle behind them. Lana gave out a satisfied groan when she felt something give and began pulling her chest outwards. The whole area, shirt and all, distorted several feet from apparent elasticity. Wes became deafened by the creaks of strained rubber as he watched this strange event occur.

They snapped back with a gunshot bang when Lana suddenly released her breasts. Nothing but pure magic muscles must have been infused with the changing wolfess. Her body barely rocked back from such a mighty force striking her chest. It also did wonders at filling up her mammaries. Both wobbled violently against each other for several seconds before settling back into a much thicker layer of fat. Pecs became blanketed over by a surge of cleavage rising up through the open neck of Lana's shirt.

That sloshing display seemed to please Wes a lot more than Lana. Her black wolfish nose wrinkled in annoyance while continuing to knead her mounds. It coaxed a little bit more size out of them, but no better than fondling two ripe oranges.

"Wruff! Come on girls, we need to make a good first impression. Blow up nice and big for mama wolf."

Encouraging words seemed to have even less of an effect on getting more mass out of the brown fuzzy bosom. After another game of tug and snap only upgraded them to some modest coconuts, Lana threw her hands up with a sigh.

"Okay then, I guess the main wolfess has to show you, chumps, how to really bring the funk."

"Um..."

Whatever inquiry Wes wanted to make, and boy did he have many, it was shot down with a smiling wink from Lana. She opened her mouth in a show of growing fanged teeth to take the mother of all breaths. Lana's chest expanded from such a rush of air entering her lungs that she became top-heavy in a slightly cartoonish way. A thumb quickly shot up into Lana's mouth as she hunched forward, cheeks puffing with her stored air now being forced into the single digit.

Wes would have thought such an act impossibly ridiculous if not for all the growing, ripping, and shifting he had already witnessed these past few minutes. From somewhere deep inside Lana's buff fluffy body came the unmistakable steady hissing of something being inflated.

POP! SHRRIPP!

In fact, there had been so much attention on the werewolf's chest that Wes nearly had a heart attack from the sounds of destruction at his feet. Well, more specifically at Lana's feet. The simple, bland black loafers she had arrived in finally lost their long battle to contain feet definitely beyond the size of your average nerd. Both fronts were torn from their soles allowing ten very thick round toes befitting wolf paws to slink on out. Their blunt claws wiggled about in relief to escape for open air. Yet the shoes seemed to use the destruction as a means for their own transformation. Much of the material slid off Lana's growing wolfs feet into the soles, which rose drastically to give the monster girl even more height. Only a single thick band remained firmly wrapped near her ankles to keep Lana's high heeled platforms in place. She did not seem to have a problem with this extra foot worth of footwear, moving about in clinking steps as naturally as if she were born wearing them.

Granted Lana was more concerned with her breasts after she had pumped all the air from her lungs directly into her arm. Her nose wrinkled in a deep, pensive stare at her chest, even as it began to bulge out with the beginnings of a muzzle. Suddenly her ears perked through the afro in a burst of inspiration. Both of Lana's hands whipped up to give her boobs a sharp, drum sounding, smack.

ker-FWOOOOMPH!

"Aw yeah! That's what I'm talking about girls!" Lana barked happily as she stroked her breasts, which had exploded into a pair of beach balls. Forget pecs, it was going to be hard seeing most of Lana's stomach with those bazookas hanging out. No way they were filled with air either. Not with the way she jiggled them in each palm. “See? You don't have to be shy in front of our new friend. He totally likes seeing you.”

Wes coughed trying to avert his eyes from the brown cleavage making waves across Lanas now taunt shirt. The only thing more amazing then such a sudden increase in bra sizes was how the fabric stretched to keep such balloons contained. At least to the extent of staying publicly decent. Those small wolf moons were wrapped in all the right ways to invite a gaze at Lana's bulging square neckline. “H-how are you doing this?”

“Oh, it's easy, babe. You just grab on tight and give them a little shake. Here.”

“That's not what I-WHOA!”

There was no time to react. By the time Wes realized Lana had grabbed each of his hands in her monsters furred ones she had already guided them to rest against the plush surface of her tits. His whole body felt petrified trying to comprehend these soft bounties he was holding.

“Aaawww yeah baby!” Lana, on the other hand, rolled her head back letting a long canine tongue hang out in a goofy smile. Such an expression of joy helped encourage Wes to start giving her big guns a tentative petting. “You would not believe how groovy it is when someone else works the fur. Just makes...makes me wanna...aaaAAAWWWOOOoooOO!!”

“Wow,” Wes said eyeing Lana's face cracking and contorting under the vibrations of her howl. Jaws stretched out towards the moon above. Black nose plumped into a big button atop a proper wolf's snout. He did not care how her animal call made his skull rattle. Nothing could have pried his hands from this werewolf's boobs. “Lana, you have got to be the coolest thing I've ever seen.”

“Call me Groovia, babe. I like to keep these two sides of my life a bit apart, you dig?”

“Waaait! Did you say you're Groovia?” Wes’ eye lit up brighter than the stars above them. He really kicked himself for not recognizing that afro sooner. “The super wolfess that took out Dr. Psycho and her cyborg squad the other night? THE Groovia, defender of the city and everything awesome?”

“Oh? I take it you must be a fan.” Groovia was so happy to have a face covered in fur now. It made it easier to play off the gushing praise without her blush showing. “Guess that makes my surprise a little more funky fresh for you huh?”

“Are you kidding? This is amazing!” Wes looked ready to start doing his own joyful dance like it was an early Christmas. “I get to date a superhero. This is going to be the best Halloween of my life. Man, we probably should've had me in a costume. We could have matched.

“Sorta grills the point of being a surprise though, babe.” Groovia maintained a classic stoic pose of heroism smiling patiently at his excitement. Of course, her hips were a bit too big for him to see the way her tail was sweeping the sidewalk clean. “And speaking of date, you should probably let go of those so we can get started. Not that we mind the jiving.”

“Wha-oh! S-sorry.” Wes jerked his hands from Groovia’s breasts looking like thunder struck him.

“I just said we don’t mind, silly. But goodness, don’t you look so cute all flustered.”

And with that Groovia stooped forward to scope Wes up into the mother of all bear hugs. Her beefed wolf arms encompassed much of the surprised human, leaving only his legs to dangle helplessly in the air. Wes could not really protest much. Mostly this was due to having his head shove directly into the open window of her shirt cleavage muffling his weak attempts at vocal noises.

After a few seconds of letting the little guy soak in her mammaries, Groovia gave him a peck on the forehead and gently set him back onto solid ground. This little show may have been forced prematurely, but the response he gave was far better than she could have hoped. Especially considering the last three dates tended to, well, flee in terror at the sight of a little girl growing into a mountain of fur and fangs. Superhero or not, it did kind of cut an imposing atmosphere.

There was just something different about Wes. Forget about having an interest in the exotic, she could smell unmistakable arousal under all that AXE body spray. Wolf's noses are amazingly useful for picking up social cues. Groovia finally felt desired, and she planned to give the little guy one banging good night to thank for it.

“Let’s take my car,” she said, resting a big fuzzy hand across Wes’ shoulders to guide them out of the park. “I get the feeling I’m not going to fit in yours anymore.”

“I’ll say,” Wes replied with a chuckle. Not that he wanted to complain, but the wolfess packed a lot of herself into those bodacious hips. Every other step sent them bumping their pliable mass right into his head. Thankfully her grip kept such sashaying from tripping his stride.

But then Wes found it a bit confusing where he was actually lead. They walked along a short distance silently enjoying each other's unique company until reaching one of the parks four parking lots. This one, in particular, was on the more far side where anything beyond was merely forest and highways. Only three cars rested here in very distant spaces. None of which looked remotely fit for accommodating a rump as massive as Groovia’s.

“So...uh...where are we going?” Wes could not keep his voice completely steady, especially with how close they were getting to the dense treeline of the woods. Irrational flashbacks to classic horror movie werewolves made him start questioning just how secure Groovia’s hold was on his shoulder.

“To my car, babe. Mellow out, it’s not going to bite.”

Said hand on Wes’ shoulder gently steered him a bit to the left with Groovia’s hips. He had completely failed to notice the red Mopar up until now. Thankful his beefed-up date stopped them from slamming into its hood. Then again, he also had trouble believing such a vehicle was hers. It was not even large enough to fill out the white lines of its parking space. Only as an afterthought did Wes remember she came to the park in a much smaller, less rounded, shape.

“How..uh...how are we going to fit in yours? It’s smaller than my car.”

“Hm? Oh! Righto!”

Groovia beamed as her free hand casually plunged wrist-deep into the canyon that was her cleavage. She almost gave poor Wes a nosebleed watching the way such rummaging sloshed the massive orbs around in their shirt. But after a few seconds, she yanked her hand back out triumphantly holding a remote in a ring full of keys.

It was promptly pointed at the car with Groovia’s index claw pressing with expert tenderness on one of the little buttons. The Mopar's headlights flashed with the nationally famous ‘beep-beep’ of a car alarm being disabled. Although her car seemed to want to do much more than that. Metal sensually as the frame stretched, extending its many parts with it. Tires puffed out and changed to a bright purple color to give it much more height. Seats extended wider and thicker, developing a sleek leather casing. The roof itself peeled back from the windshield, vanishing into the metal behind the seats to leave a suddenly much larger Mopar topless.

“Hop on in! I need to grab some junk out of my trunk, dig?” She giggled at her own pun while releasing Wes. Shaking her way to the trunk, she popped the lid. Wes barely got to the passenger door before it slammed closed again. Groovia surprised him by leaping over the trunk and backseat right into the driver's chair, leaving Wes’ jaw hanging open. Her attire had gained the addition of a long-sleeved leather jacket and belt. A golden buckle the size of a dish rested on her crotch with a giant G engraved on it.

Wes quickly recovered from his amazement to climb in the more standard way. Something told him to get over these amazing displays of physical prowess soon, or this was going to be a very long night.

With a turn of the keys, the Mopar roared to life. They were soon speeding along the highway towards their date. The drive itself was actually rather quiet. Wes had been happy enough just dating an adorable redhead gamer girl. Having seen her literally balloon out into a towering wolf goddess left him too excited to want to ruin this moment with awkward questions. Groovia was equally happy for Wes’ open acceptance of her groovy wild side. Sadly being a superhero also meant taking super risks. The last thing she wanted was to put the sweet little human in danger by blabbing out secrets in her rush of fun.

Before either knew it, they were pulling into a new parking lot. This one much more filled out with various cars of noteworthy prestige. Wes hopped out waiting for Groovia to kill the engine to join in. Even something like opening a car door had to be done with style for this woman. A bump of the hips closed it in a way that presented her rear for Wes to admire.

“So, uh, you come here often?” Wes jerked his gaze towards their destination when Groovia glanced curiously over her rear at him. A flashing sign labeled ‘The Solar Fox’ depicted a slightly animated fox leaping over a sun.

“You know it, babe!” Groovia gave him a happy pat on the shoulder as she walked past. The arousal had grown strong off the human again, but she had to hold back a little on the teasing. Strutting her fluffy brown style in platforms was already getting them enough stares tonight. “I can’t count the number of times I’ve had to chill out scrubs trying to rob this place. They even named a burger after me.”

“That’s really cool!” Wes skipped to keep up with his dates long strides. “Do you fight crime during full moons as an instinct kind of thing?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I guess so. I mean I can usually blow up into my groovy form any time I want. The moon just makes it super hard to resist. I just always liked trying to help people even before I got...well…”

“Fluffy?”

“Yeah. Let's sing with that tune.”

Groovia lunged ahead to grab the double doors before Wes could. They were flung open with a howl to give the pair a flashy entrance. Even with Groovia hunched down to scrunch her afro through the doorframe, people waiting in the lobby stopped their conversations to admire her intentionally dramatic posing.

“There’s everyone’s favorite fluff ball of funk!” the receptionist, a fairly elder woman dressed as a witch, walked over to embrace the giant wolfess in a hug. “Afraid we’re surprisingly behind for a Halloween night. Your reservation is going to need a few more minutes to set up, but Jake is at the bar if you’d like chill a spell.”

“Slammin, Issy! You always know how to treat a fox right.”

Wes barely got a polite nod in with the woman before Groovia’s hand wrapped around his head to be pulled away. Her bumping hips made a clear path for him through the crowd of customers and bustling waiters into the adjoining bar area. It was a bit of a mystery what she was planning to do at the bar, seeing as it would take two stools to support either side of her rear. At least until Wes saw she was making her way to an obviously cleared seat made of flashy steal with a very large cushion. Groovia settled her curves into it perfectly before patting a stool for Wes to join her side.

“So what’s good here?” he asked, plucking a drink and snack menu from between some coasters.

“Oh, you have to have a blooming onion, babe!” Groovia took a moment to order them drinks before tapping Wes’ menu with a claw. “Especially if Ralph is cooking tonight I say go for the Prime cut. I tell you, the dude grooves with food what I do to a dance floor.”

“...sizzle on an open flame?”

“I was going to say brings the heat and adds lots of spice, but I guess that works too.”

“Oh…” Wes felt a little bad watching the way Groovia’s ears drooped at his attempted dry wit. Smooth way to take the wind out this dates sails. And that was a pretty hard feat with the size of this woman’s ‘sails’ billowing out that shirt. Their drinks came, so his mind raced to think of a toast to bring back the ‘groove’ in her step before this silence got awkward.

Instead, they barely got a hold of their glasses before a loud crack rang out from the lobby. Groovia especially had to clasp her fuzzy triangles in a yelp. The hyper hearing had drawbacks when disturbances were least expected, but that was enough to nearly shatter her brain.

“Alright, nobody move!” Several more cracks, which Groovia and Wes recognized as gunshots, quickly quieted the panicked dinners around them. “This is your typical shakedown. Hey, don’t get cute going for the exits. I got guys waiting out there for ya. Get your wallets and valuables at the ready. We’ll just take those off your hands, and you can get back to eating your overpriced oiled patties in no time.”

All the customers waiting for their turn to dine began spilling out from the entrance arch to join their panicked peers in the bar. Herding them in followed three figures wearing traditional black cloaks with Ghost Face masks. Wes had half expected them to be waving around shotguns or assault rifles but found their little handguns just as intimidating from their dangerous ends.

Groovia was less impressed. While these hoodlums were busy trying to get dumbstruck people to line up against the walls, she took the confusion as an opportunity to down her drink in three swigs. It was only when she clanked an empty mug back on the counter that Wes remembered who exactly his date was. When she stood from her stool, it was like watching Godzilla rising out of the sea. Groovia's entire aura had changed, sending a shudder through Wes just watching her wade through the crowd of people towards these villains.

Somehow, the looming frame of agitated muscles and jiggling curves failed to be noticed by any of the crooks until Groovia was upon them. Two were still busy trying to get people lined up for an easier method or robbery. Ironically most of their difficulty came from the fact bar flys were just as mesmerized by the nine-foot werewolf babe suddenly entering the fray as the guns being waved in their faces.

The third had made a rookie mistake of setting his gun on a table while passing a burlap sack around for valuable collecting. An opportunity Groovia did not waste time acting upon. She plucked the discarded gun into one hand taking a second to giggle at how her fingers could never fit through its trigger guard. With one clench, her hand instantly converted the gun into a useless ball of bent metal. The loud snap it made when muzzle broke from its grip was finally enough to signal to the crooks that they had a problem in their midst.

"Wha-HEY! Mppphhh!!"

Not that awareness could really help them at that point. No sooner had the thug realized he was staring up at breasts larger than his head then Groovia had snatched his sac and enveloped him down to the ankles in burlap. The other two crooks were surprisingly quick to recover from such a sight, leveling their guns somewhere between Groovia's chest and head.

"Don't move you overdressed steroid bi-WHOOMP!"

That was about all one thug got out before getting his sacked companion thrown into his Ghost Face. While Groovia had no trouble tossing the guy with one hand, his friend seemed unable to cope with the weight. Both went down in a squirming tumble of panic unable to properly get up with all the blind flailing.

CRACK!

Groovia blinked as a tiny mosquito bite registered on her left breast, sending her poor girl into a very violent jiggle. The bullet that had just been fired ricocheted off her pliable furry flesh into the ceiling somewhere behind her. Thank goodness for the robust curvature of such breasts. It would have been awful to accidentally bounce such a velocity into the crowd of stunned onlookers.

Her gaze lingered on the small welt smoking in her cleavage a second longer before diverting it to the equally stunned thug. Groovia only took one step closer for his discharged pistol to drop from all the shaking his hand was doing.He tried to back away from each advancing clunk of her platforms but soon found himself pressed against the wall along with his would-be victims.

"Now look here, big boy," Groovia said while crossing her arms with a stern snarl only inches from the quivering ghost costume. "I’m trying my darndest to be polite here, and I’m sure we’d all be groovy with you not threatening to ruin anyone's night more than you’ve already…”

One thing no one had noticed when the bullet bounced off Groovia’s boob was its sharp diversion straight into a fire sprinkler in the ceiling. The resulting spark proved just enough to set off every other anti-fire nozzle across the room.

Magic seemed infused to Groovia's afro, being the only thing to not become sobbing wet. Somehow that made her even more threatening when she grabbed her stuttering prey by his shoulders.