Novella - Macross Xilimyth 3/6 (Patreon)

Commission for: Xilimyth 

Art by: Janus 

Then again, Xilimyth was staggering into the woman's bathroom having far less coherent thoughts. It was everything she could do to get over a sink for a fresh splash of water. She did not care if Tiffany's makeup job ran, everything felt hot. What a great way to thank someone for a good night out, coming down with a fever an hour after arriving.

Quick splashes across both arms and her minuscule chest dramatically helped. Clumped fur seemed to almost drink up the moisture, cooling her down but almost looking dry again in minutes. How was she this hot and still standing?

"Oh good..." Xilimyth said to her messed up reflection glaring back. The mascara ran down her cheeks in black tears, while her bangs were all frazzled out of place. With no reliable knowledge of facial decorating, she settled for grabbing large clumps of paper towels from a dispenser. A lot more refreshing cold water helped her scrub off the mess until her face was clean once more. "Hopefully he won't notice. Guess all the bouncing around is giving him enough to worry abooooOWOWOWOWOW!"

Xilimyth fell over the sink in a fit of rapid yowls. A hard cramp seized the base of her tail. The whole appendage fluffed up until it looked half a foot thick. Everything only spread out worse from there. Her glutes involuntarily clenched up tight, followed by her thighs, stomach, arms, every part of the cheetah's body systematically clenched until her whole body refused to move. At least the counter stopped her from suffering an embarrassing fall. Did not need anyone walking in on a collapsed cheetah right now.

Seconds stretched in a very discomforting eternity before whatever force constricting Xilimyth's muscles released her. She shot back up whipping around as if in search for some kind of assailant. Naturally, she was alone. All the stalls were open and vacant, while the servant hired to handle toiletries had a 'back in ten' sign on her stool. Of course, it was silly to think of that random spasm as an external attack in hindsight.

Xilimyth caught her breath coming to a realization something might be wrong after all. She really hated to spoil such a promising evening, but Janus would likely agree on a stop to the doctors before they did anything else. It was when she reached for the door handle that Xilimyth was greeted with concrete evidence their evening would be taking a turn away from normal.

"Oh, karabast!" Xilimyth whispered in awe. Arm still outstretched, she watched as the sleeve of her dress was slowly moving of its own accord. The hem pulled back further across her arm by the second, eventually leaving her elbow exposed. A brushing along her shins made the cheetah glance down and see that its hem was also moving. It rose up like a curtain revealing more of her spotted legs until settling well past the knees. Despite remaining rooted in place, a logical conclusion struck her the same time her fingers suddenly tapped against the door that had previously been a foot away. "You gotta be kidding me. I'm growing back NOW!?"

"NGGGH!!" Xilimyth tried to grab the handle again, but another hard cramp sent her stumbling back.

CLUNK!

"NYAAH!" Grasping onto the towel rack was all that saved Xilimyth from an unpleasant fall. She looked down aghast both heels of her shoes had snapped, unable to support her sudden increase in weight. "Mmph! Tiff is totally going to kill me. Ngggh!"

The fancy looking footwear was not spared further destruction. Xilimyth bit her lip in a wince watching her feet bulge increasingly worse through gaps in the laces. They put up a good fight for a few seconds, but her toes could not be contained. In several rapid snaps, the entire front of her heels blew apart. Cheetah claws wiggled in relief at their newfound freedom. The feet sporting them continued to grow larger before Xilimyth's eyes until they shed off her shoes entirely. Her stockings fared little better, starting to tear under the strain of legs too long and thick for their design.

CRUNCH!

Xilimyth staggered when the towel rack suddenly gave way. Thankfully she was able to regain balance with her heels back on flat ground.

"Holy fff...nya!?" She blinked dumbfounded at the towel rack clasped firmly in her hand. Large chunks of rubble still remained attached to the nails at each end leaving gaping holes in the wall she would probably have to pay for.

"Oh...oh goodness..nnggghh!" Xilimyth tried to keep herself calm, but that was hard with how her tendons kept tensing of their own accord. Each flex ran through her body in rhythmic pulses. The metal bar had no chance under such pressure. Each squeeze of her hand caused it to bend more like a U shape.

That was only slightly less impressive as Xilimyth's arms themselves. The micronization chambers were nothing like actually witnessing your own body start to fill out bigger and thicker than ever. Granted if Xilimyth was not dumbfounded by the sight of her arms filling out, all the tension pulsing over her nerves would have prevented a reaction anyway.

Eyes watched wide as the bicep of each arm swelled into a tight flex before relaxing a few seconds and then flex again. However when they relaxed they never deflated all the way. Spots kept stretching wider and wider with new deposits of rich sinew. Soon the skin itself began to crease over muscle bulges piling on thickening bones. The sleeves of her dress ended up getting caught right in the middle of each bicep, creating many tears along the hems.

SNAP!

"Meow!?" Xilimyth yelped when the towel rack had taken its share of bending and finally broke. Both halves fell in useless chunks at her feet. A crumpled metal sliver remained of its middle, falling from her grip before she realized motor control had returned to her arms.

"Ngggh!?" It quickly became apparent Xilimyth's arms were not the only appendage getting thick. Running her now thick clawed hands over her body, Xilimyth could feel her dress stretched taut across a stomach brimming with a heavy six-pack of abs. Wanda did a hundred crunches a day and would still be jealous to see Xilimyth like this.

SHRRRP! TRRPHT!!

At least the stockings were cheap. That was Xilimyth's best comfort when they finally tore off her swollen legs. The increasing girth of her thighs caused the cheetah to stagger around a few steps trying to accommodate for a wider stance. There was no way to avoid them rubbing together where ever she went now.

KRRK! CRACK!

"YEEK!" Xilimyth's hands flew to her hips when they suddenly started popping out. More accurately she tried to grip the bottom hem of her dress to stop its sharp rise upwards. Instead, she ended up accidentally squeezing her own butt when it began to inflate against her palms. Multiple levels of fat poured up to give her a round, perky shelf that molded like two marshmallow's between her fingers. Tiffany and her expansively loaned attire were momentarily forgotten to process this delightful sensation. Loud purrs radiated off the walls while she kneaded her behind overjoyed to feel curves that have been lacking for so long.

"Rrrr-gah!?" Only one thing could have made Xilimyth any happier, and that began to manifest in a sudden tightening of her bra. It only took the few seconds for it to register her breasts were growing. They had already filled out the cups of her padded bra and were now digging the straps sharply into the muscles of her broadened back. A few seconds more and she appeared to be stuffing two foam softballs in her dress. The twin orbs squeezed against each other as they grew, bulging out the neckline of her dress trying to contain them.

Xilimyth quickly undid her bra, letting such a demoralizingly small undergarment join her mess on the floor. Taking a breast in each hand, she gently tugged them up and let gravity pull them back down. She repeated this action several times along their inflating crests to spurn the twins onto greater girth. Sadly they stopped just shy of rivaling her head in size, but Xilimyth was not about to complain. They stretched her dress to its limit spanning a half-meter-wide neckline, with cleavage probably as deep.

"Oh, my goooosh!!" Xilimyth whirled to the mirror to check out the Amazon goddess uncontained by its borders. She began to flex and pose from every angle she could think of not caring for reasons why this miracle had happened. The once robe-like dress now clung tightly to every curve and ridge of her muscled frame. Its hem stopped right below her hips, failing to completely hide glimpses of her panties with each movement. "I'm friggin sexy again!"

Xilimyth blinked, running a hand gently around her neck. Like everything else, it had swollen thick with muscle. Just like that, her voice had gone from high and childish to something profound and powerful. It made her grin a very toothy smile. Janus' reaction to an improved 'tiny' cat was going to be priceless.

Forgetting all about her mess, Xilimyth left the bathroom accidentally snapping off the door handle in the process. Although she needed a second to duck under the doorway, the sound of breaking metal helped lavish her with attention for such a towering body immediately. Virtually all heads turned to watch the giant cheetah woman sashay past without clear awareness of her dress code violations.

Social crowds parted like a sea when she came close.

A bartender accidentally poured really expensive rum all over the counter while mesmerized by the jiggling of her rear.

A couple that had been lost in a debate suddenly got their argument resolved when the boyfriend was accidentally knocked aside by the sway of Xilimyth's tits.

It was akin to being in heaven after weeks of hell. Xilimyth almost felt like her real, ten meters tall, self again.

Janus was too busy with his own thoughts to really notice a growing commotion following up the stairs. Their couch had been set facing away from it, so even when a shadow suddenly blocked out the dance lights, he saw little reason to look up.

Fortunately getting his attention was not that hard either. Xilimyth turned to make sure she was in the perfect pose before draping her tail across the wolfs lap. As predicted Janus stared dumbfounded at the furry twitching tip for several seconds. Once his mind processed what it was his gaze slowly followed the winding path of spots only to get his nose scrunched up against Xilimyth's firm butt. He promptly let out the cutest yip before backpedaling so hard he fell over the armrest, also according to plan.

"Hey there, sweetie!" Xilimyth erupted in giggles before taking a seat that took up a cushion and a half of couch. "Sorry I took so long, I had to freshen up."

Janus's dinner plates for eyes slowly peered over the armrest to take in the sight of Xilimyth's looming form. The rest of his face shortly followed looking redder than paint on a VR. "X-Xilimyth!? What in the name of Alderaan happened to you!?"

"Do you like it?" Xilimyth ran a hand through her hair, arching her back to make her chest bulge out a bit further for him. "Looks like that stupid chamber is finally wearing off on me. Maybe we should go shopping after this. I could use help finding underwear that fits."

Janus blinked as his mouth dropped open. What Xilimyth had not expected was his expression turning almost angry. The wolf leaped to his feet rushing before Xilimyth to yank on her arm urgently. "S-shopping? Are you losing your mind? If that chamber mishap is still messing with you, this is the last place we need to be!"

"W-what are you...oh...OH!!" Xilimyth blinked at the wolf. He looked so dang tiny and adorable after having such a drastic perception change. But soon his words began to turn the gears in her head. The rush of such newfound power faded from the setting of cold hard reality.

She was growing big again...

Greater than she had ever felt at the normal Zentradi size...

...in the middle of a colony ship.

"Oh...oh crab baskets!" The crushing realization of their situation was matched only by the humiliation of their location. Xilimyth promptly slapped her knees together trying to pull the hem of her dress over them. It refused to budge an inch without suffering further tears. "Oh man, Janus. Help me! What are we going to do?"

"Get up for one!" Janus yanked on her arm again, needing both hands to hug her bicep. While his strength did nothing to budge her, his actions did spurn Xilimyth to stand. "Just stay calm. We'll call the doctor and have him meet us at the micronization chambers."

"Why there?"

"Lot's more room, mostly."

"R-right!" Xilimyth burned red from ears to tail tip letting Janus lead her out of the club by one hand. Her other was busy trying to close the neckline around her boobs to prevent their nipples from popping free.

She almost took out the top of the doorway getting out in their hurry. Hopefully, they could get to the VR docks before all that muscle refused to fit in the turbo lifts.

As was standard distribution from Lady Luck, the duo's nightly supply would be minuscule. By now the streets were jammed with colonists out for their dose of nightly entertainment. The last thing they were expecting was a giant cheetah running out of a building with assets audibly bouncing to her gait.

"Taxi!"

Xilimyth's mind froze up when Janus let go of her hand to try chasing down a ride. Being left alone with dozens of stunned gawkers surrounding her made it hard to really move anything.

"Nya! S-stop staring please," Xilimyth said in barely a whisper.

If only it were that easy. Xilimyth stood almost a whole meter over all but the tallest of street goers. Trying to cover mountainous boobs with an already strained dress was also not making a lot of people divert attention. They swelled and contracted rapidly with the rhythm of her panting. Xilimyth shut her eyes hugging her chest tight trying to shut it all out. The noise of the city fading away to a dull thumping against the inside of her skull.

"Gyaah!?"

Xilimyth's eyes shot open as she felt the breasts in her hands expand without the aid of her lungs. The harsh beating of her heart seeming to pump them up a little fatter with each pulse. She tightened her grip which did nothing to halt their growth. A loud tearing formed a rough V tear down her cleavage.

"Oh nooooo!" Xilimyth twisted her hips when she felt the hem start to move along them as well. Her butt poked out gradually from underneath the dress like a rising curtain to moon the people fortunate enough to be behind the cheetah. Most of her once modest panties were getting increasingly wedged between her plump glutes. "Please stop. No. No."

It was over as quickly as it set in. Xilimyth whined softly trying to press her breasts and legs against her body. Attempts to make herself look smaller proved futile. The areola's of each pillowy breast overflowed the torn neckline of her dress. A stray draft of cycled air also made note that her panties were pinching into a very uncomfortable cameltoe.

"Xili!" Janus snapped her mind back into focus as he came running through the crowds. "Are you...okay?"

The growth spurt must have only been minor, or Janus simply had a hard time telling with an already big girl to deal with. But he did seem to give pause feeling something was a bit off. Xilimyth could, unfortunately, tell right away he had become a little smaller in her perspective.

"It...it's still going." Xilimyth gave up trying to cover her breasts when she took a step. The motion completely bunched up her dress around the broad span of her hips, causing hands to instinctively try to pull it back down. They were incapable of reaching the widest part of her butt now. "I can't stop it."

"Okay!" Janus said with a stern nod that surprised them both. Taking a hand that easily enveloped his own, the wolf pulled Xilimyth along towards a waiting transport on the road. "Got us a car that'll take us back to the main lift in less than a few minutes. Just try to stay calm until we get to Bren. Emotions might end up making you grow faster."

"What are you basing that on?"

"When have our biggest disasters not been caused by wild emotional outbursts?" they looked blankly at each other until Janus broke into a sheepish grin up at her. "No pun intended."

"...Good point, but everyone is staring."

Janus opened the doors to the transport. By some little favor of the divine, he had managed to catch a van meant for multiple people. "So? You love when people look, remember?"

"Y-yeah, but that's cause I'm dressed...and in control...and not likely to squash my admirers."

"Good point. Now hustle your spots!"

Easy for him to say. Janus's body did not take up almost the whole width of the door. Even after she managed to wedge such rippling buffed shoulders inside, Xilimyth had to lay sprawled out across three seats on one side.

The driver, a rather unshaven human, cursed slightly when Xilimyth's weight caused his vehicle to violently rock. Turning back to see this lumbering cheetah squeeze herself in left him dumbstruck for several agonizing seconds neither pilot could spare.

"Who the hell is this monster?"

"Call my friend and wing girl that again and I'll...have stern words for you!" Janus snorted as he clambered on inside. He had to be careful not to bump said curvy cheetah breasts after taking a seat opposite. "Now floor it if you want my six hundred credits."

The driver scrunched his face in bitter suspicion but began steering his van back into traffic.

A gentle hum of motors with the blazing neon lights whizzing past brought a sense of calm back among the couple. Xelimyth finally managed to steady her breathing resting hands in the middle of her stomach. It was hard to resist tracing along the contours of rich abs wrapped under her tight dress. She had never had a chance to be so strong at a, relatively, terran size. That favorite part of being herself was always getting stripped away by that stupid microchamber and Tarren laws. Full Zentradi never had to deal with the indignation of being flattened out to look like a boy.

"You doing alright, Xili?" Janus said, feeling a bit calm himself now that his friend had begun purring from self-tummy pets.

Xilimyth rolled her head to give Janus a lazy smile. Things were going about as well as she could imagine thanks to his springing into action. Talk about a side of the wolf that is rarely seen. Normally he could not be assertive to bandits in roleplaying hologames, much less to a cab driver. Such protective chivalry was enough to make a helpless hulking kitten blush.

"BURRRRPPP!!"

Then again, so was opening your mouth to have your stomach let loose one hell of a belch instead of proper thanks. Xilimyth had no time to be embarrassed though. Her hands clenched at her stomach felt the whole middle start to cramp up. Abs pushed back against her palms starting to tear out up the remains of her dress with their mounting brawn.

"Xili? What are you...on no!"

"Hey!" The driver shouted back over his shoulder. He was already annoyed by Xilimyth's rude release of gas, but getting his seat kicked was too much. Of course, he could not see how Xilimyth's legs were stretching out and thickening up by the passing second. "What the hell you guys doing!?"

"Nya!" Xilimyth cried when her head involuntarily hit the back windshield. A suddenly wobbling in her balance made her promptly grab a support hook. Her whole body began to overflow the seats as she watched it helplessly grow. With a final snap, her dress gave way, allowing breasts rivaling beach balls to bounce free. Their engorged nips bounced around in a cold relief at having some fresh air. Trying to scrunch back her legs caused, even more, rippings as her panties snapped off at the tightened area of her inflating hips. A good portion of whom was starting to squish against Janus's legs even as he tried to lean away from the growing cheetah. "I...I think getting into a car was a bad idea."

"You clowns better not be messing up...my..." The driver finally had enough free road to risk a glance back. It was amazing how he only needed a few seconds to comprehend staring at a naked Cheetah woman taking up the majority cabin space. One thickly muscled foot was even creeping over the armrests to give him a peek down at a vagina he could lose an arm in. "HOLY HEEEEE...."

At least there was no oncoming traffic when he simultaneously spun the wheel and slammed on the breaks. One of those actions had probably been unintentional, but it still was what caused Xilimyth to go rolling out of her seat. With a thunk to his head from a foot equal in size, the poor man slumped against the driver side door out cold.

The van itself went into a complete spiral thanks to Xilimyths sudden rocking weight. Black tire tracks followed in their wake to spin three complete doughnuts before the vehicle finally thudded to a stop across a patch of grass and sidewalk off the roads far side.

"Oooo ugh!" Xilimyth broke two aid hooks trying to heft her massive breasts off the van floor, and some of the seats. Their abnormal size was making it difficult to tell, but she had little doubt they were growing in mass faster than the rest of her. Looking left and right she found it difficult to observe further damage. Most of Xilimyths vision was getting blocked by the girth of her own shoulders pressing against the insides of the cabin. "Janus? Sweetie, you okay?"

"Mmmhhhmmppp!"

Xilimyth blinked, and then looked down parting the mountains of her cleavage. From out of the deep canyon popped Janus's familiar wolf head taking a deep breath of desperate air. Xilimyth quickly sat up and leaned back on her haunches as best their tight space could allow. There was a lot of pushing against her pliable bosom involved, but Janus managed to wiggle his way out. Fortunately, he was too busy struggling with Xilimyths mammaries to notice her elicit an involuntary groan. That caught her off guard somewhat. Usually getting smaller and bigger never had a profound effect on her bodies sensitivity.

"Are you hurt?" Janus said once they had confirmed his only injury was a minor nosebleed.

All Xilimyth could do was give a defeated laugh looming over the wolf. "I'm pretty sure I'll do more damage to the car at this rate. Can you get out?"

"Um...yeah. I think I can reach the door." Janus gulped, his eyes drifting back to Xilimyth's chest blocking the entire walkway. Uttering several rapid begs of pardon, he threw himself along the mammary closest to the door in a clumsy attempt at scaling such soft, furry flesh.

Xilimyth gasped in surprise at first but soon caught on. She tried to help a bit by rolling against the opposite wall. There was something almost relieving at seeing Janus flail about on her body. His shoes kicking desperately against her boobs finding no solid ground to push off from. One hand gingerly tried to cup under Janus's feet for a boost. However, an opportunity at some evil seemed a shame to pass up. Her hand continued on up to cup the whole of Janus's hapless butt to give it a firm pushover.

"YIP!" Was the cry when Janus hit into a tumble across the row of seats. He shook it off feeling his rear tingle where the soft cheetah's pad had squished it. "T-thanks a ton..."

"Don't mention it." was the reply beyond a wall of bicep muscle and boobs that Janus could see.

Janus was happy to at least side the door open without difficulty. Another crowd was starting to gather a short distance away to observe the erratic spin out they had. Most were wary about approaching in no small part to the giant Catwoman face staring back through the windows. That was good as there was no time to explain. Janus moved around to the drivers' door to pull him out a safe distance before the next growth spurt.

"Is he okay?" Xilimyth asked from inside her tight metal cage.

"Looked like he's out with a nosebleed too. Not sure if that's from your kick or...um...can you get out of there?"

"No," Xilimyth replied, having already tried edging a beefy leg out the same sliding door. "I can't twist enough to get both legs out."

"Okay sit tight." A growl of annoyance echoed out of the van making Janus blush. "Bad choice of words, yes. Maybe I can cut you out if we find a..."

Their ears perked at hearing a jingle suddenly emanate from Janus's butt. Reaching into a pocket, the wolf produced his phone and felt a sigh of relief at seeing the caller ID.

"Hey, Bren!" Janus said when hitting the answer button. "Funny you should call now."

"Yeah, sure, listen; whatever you're doing, drop it now and get Xili down to the macronization chambers pronto!"

"Well, to tell you the truth we were...uh..." Janus lost himself looking back at the van for a second. Xilimyths spotted tail had snaked it's way out of the open driver side door gaining inch after inch closer to the ground. The ass it was attached to inflated at an even faster pace that bent both front seats inching towards the windshield. "...we were trying to get to you already?"

"Okay, cool. If we hurry and get Xilimyth micronized enough we might be able to avoid a catastrophe."

SNAP! Krr-shrrrttttt!"

Janus winced before forcing himself to look at the van again. Xilimyth was shifting rather uncomfortably now after the hardened muscled cheeks of her butt broke through the windshield. The van itself was rocking from her motions, straining the struts and bending the frame around her increasing mass.

"What was that?" Bren said in a tone that already suggested he knew the answer.

"A really big cat-astro..." Janus bit his lip to avoid making a very bad pun about the ridiculous sight breaking before him. "N-never mind. Why do we need to micronize Xili? Hasn't that already happened."

"Oh, we WISH! It took forever to recover the data from that crushed pod, but what we've made sense of so far is very bad. The bullet that broke the process completely disabled the macronization shut down protocols for standard use. Xilimyth was in a seven-minute loop of the same process cycling over her."

A soft groan of despair echoed through the bloated bubble of a van. Apparently, Xilimyths growing kitty ears could hear just as well in there.

Janus gulped but found a way to keep his voice steady. "So you're saying she got macronized seven times in a row?"

"Seven!?" Bren sniggered over the radio. "Try dozens, maybe even hundreds of times. She had so much energy pumped into her it's probably why there haven't been any immediate effects yet. The doctor says her body has been likely adjusting itself to deal with it in a single rush. Most likely he means when she's ready she's going to grow up really big and FAST."

As if on cue a loud scrapping overshadowed all noise of the city around them. Glancing back Janus could see the spotted hindquarters of a cheetah finishing off the window frame of their former ride. The back windows shattered soon after by large cream furred marshmallows squishing their way to freedom.

The rest of Xilimyth soon followed by shredding the roof of the car asunder. Her back slowly merged glossed in sweat that pooled within all the numerous crevis of newfound muscles. Shoulders had grown incredibly broad leading down in a sea of bulging ridges across her waist and lower back. A rock climber would have no trouble scaling that mountain of spots.

The great buffed back reversed its arch once freed. Xilimyths head shot out of what remained of the van, followed to a greater extent by her breasts spilling over the vehicles torn frame. They were easily the biggest part of her now, which was saying a lot when observing the contracting swells of her bicep and butt muscles while moving.

Xilimyth glanced back at her rear slowly spilling out across the hood as more fat and muscle built up in her hips. Those burning brown eyes drifted to Janus in an odd mix of panic and pleasure. The very flesh of her breasts jiggled with each labored pulsing breath while she became bigger than the car they had just occupied.

A long silence deafened cries of a startled populace around them. All the pair could really focus on was an increasing discrepancy in their hight with each other.

Bren felt keen to break their silence of a crackling of static. "She's already going, isn't she?"

"And FAST!" confirmed Janus, sounding rather steady despite the bouncing nipples breaking apart the vans back bumper. "But something is a bit off. She's getting really...huge...I mean in other ways!"

"That's probably because she's half-Zantradi," Bren said. “It's a lot like the side effects of micronizing. The doc thinks all that energy might start mutating the biology from Xilis...other halves.”

“What other halves?” Janus tried to ask only to get echoed by Xilimyth’s booming voice asking the same question.

Such sudden thunder must have shaken Bren silent like the crowd around them. It was a few dead seconds before he called back.

“Better we explain when you guys get down here. She already sounds big as her old self.”

“My old self was a lot less...bulgy?” Xilimyth said as she tentatively stepped out of the crumbling van struts onto the solid grass. She curiously flexed an arm getting slightly dazzled by how big her spotted meat swelled.

“He's right though.” Janus had shut off his radio so they could refocus on their literal growing crisis. “We need to get you to the cargo lifts before you get too big to fit. Something tells me you might not stop at ten meters.”

“Mmmh…” Xilimyth nit her lip, absent cupping her breasts. They overflowed any effort of lift like sandbags. I'm not even that tall, and I already look like swollen. It'd be really awesome if this weren't scary and drafty.”

“Try not to think about...naked spots…” Janus coughed pretending to look for something to hide his blush. It was getting really hard to look Xilimyth modestly in the eye. Her dark colored nips were nearly casting a shadow upon him. “I mean, focus on getting down to the macronization chambers. I think the cargo lifts are five blocks that way.”

Xilimyth could not register a word the wolf was saying after ‘naked.’ Despite his encouragements, that was the only thing she could think about. Gazing across the sea of gawking faces in a half circle around their wrecked van, her hands instinctively moved to try covering her crotch and breasts in a bid for modesty. The latter proved to be a rather impossible effort. Even without her arm being a thick meaty ham pushing back against her soft bosom, their sheer size could not be covered by just one limb alone. All Xilimyth’s efforts amounted to was an awkward display of self-groping that got expressions of approval from a few members of her audience.

No, she was going to need cover before anything else. Xilimyth refused to have public streaking down on her career records. Even Zentradi would give her crap the rest of her life for that. Luckily salvation was just across the street.

“Xili? What? No, wait!”

Janus stuttered when her footsteps began thundering down the exact opposite path he had pointed out. Their crowd of gathered onlookers parted faster than the red sea to escape Xilimyths looming shadow passing from grass to pavement. Cars screeched on their breaks to narrowly avoid legs thicker than trees coming down just meters away. Yet that barely registered to Xilimyth any more than the cracks her steps created on the road. Tunnel vision on rescuing what modesty she had left had taken over.

Janus followed along occasionally tripping on chunks of upturn payment. Arms waved around wildly with desperate shouts to regain some attention. “Xili, stop! We need to get to the lifts before you’re too big!”

“Can’t walk. Too naked!” was about all the words she could coherently rumble out. Anything else was drowned out by her own thundering steps or the cries and honks of civilians looking up at the giant cheetah.

Her goal became easily apparent when she reached an intergalactic bank office building. It only took one tug for Xilimyth to rip off the banner advertising their ‘Free Toaster with deposit. Inquire within.’ Janus could only watch with stunned curiosity as Xilimyth used her freshly grown claws sharpness to cut the banner in very methodical ways with ease. Before long she had warped the material enough with its attached ropes to make a decent bra and loincloth out across her swollen curves.

“How does it look?” she said to Janus while striking a simple pose for approval. Xilimyth immediately regretted that action when the civilians piling across the street murmured various levels of responses.

“Uh…” Janus himself was at a loss for words looking her over with a strained neck. It was difficult to summarize his feelings over seeing such bountiful breasts advertising ‘free toast’ under their cleavage. And then there was the sight of her crotch encouraging everyone to ‘inquire within’ it’s wrinkled loincloth. “Y-you...uh...you look great! Like you just spent the last decade bench pressing a battelroid.”

“Oh, you tease. You always know just what to say.”