On the Scene with Casual Coffee (Patreon)

Art by: Goattrain 

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The door was flung open before Desmond could get his finger off the button. He suddenly found himself staring across the threshold at a torso clad in a faded Star Wars t-shirt. It's image of Anakin, and Darth Maul was distorted by the swell of a woman's bosom underneath.

"About time you got here dork! The pizza is cold."

Desmond broke his gaze from Xilimyth's force wielding chest to gaze into her dazzling violet eyes. Even in the baggiest of nerd attire, the cheetah's athletic build shined through.

"Sorry, my experiment this morning did not go as expected."

"Oh no!" Xilimyth's eyes darted down to size him up. All five limbs were in place, just slightly darker from his fur desperately needing a shower. "You're not hurt are you? I do not see scales or feathers...this time."

"Nah, just a lot of dust." They shared a smile as Xilimyth moved aside for Desmond to enter. He moved into the living room where an appealing pizza box and soda cans laid on a coffee table. "Tabitha is going to hang me by my tail for filling the elevator shaft with dirt."

"I would too," Xilimyth agreed giving a sage nod. Spotted cat tail waved high while she worked to turn on the PS4 and TV. "Do I dare ask what kind of experiment requires a ton of dirt?"

"It was more like four hundred pounds. Nothing that amazing or excessive." Desmond's ears folded under Xilimyth's backward glance. He avoided eye contact by plopping on the couch and diving into the pizza box "The less you know, the better."

"Uh huh." She strode over to join Desmond on the couch, dropping a controller in his lap. "So you managed to escape your landlord for the day?"

"Nah, she's out of town." Desmond nibbled happily on a slice of pizza. The tv booted up Destiny Two's loading graphic. "I did meet our new neighbor on the third floor. She...he did not appreciate the dirt delivery either."

The pronoun flub did not go unnoticed. Xilimyth gave him a quizzical side glance while starting a game session. One Desmond avoided by diving for more pizza.

"You turned a guy you just met into a girl, huh?"

"Not on purpose!" Desmond's ears burned pink trying to avert his attention to their game. The cognitive ability to aim was a bit more lacking than usual. "He found one of Jason's devices when I wasn't looking. Not my fault it was ranked up to eleven."

"Hey, watch the sniper." A resounding bang followed Xilimyth's late warning. She watched with mild amusement as he fell into incoherent growling while fidgeting his tail. "But yeah, I swear you and Jason are the only ones I know to experience more gender bendings than Bren. So how'd he take growing boobs?"

"With much anger and hormones, of course." A snickering made Desmond run right off a cliff to avoid gunfire. "Where is that other cat, anyway?"

"Oh, Bren had to work today. I guess it's just us for the afternoon?"

"More or less." Desmond trailed off after dying once more. Their PvP match was coming to a close, so he began rummaging through the soda cans across the table. "I'll be picking up my pet Rayna at the train station later, and Jason is at a convention all weekend. Our poor neighbor had to borrow some of my bras just to go out."

Xilimyth forgot the game a second to stare directly at him. "You left him as a girl!?"

"I did mention it was one of Jason's devices! Fiddling around with one of her marvels of engineering never works out well for me." Desmond held up a soda can in each hand, giving them a shake to accompanying silence. "Also, all your refreshments are empty? Got something liquid for a lowly mutant?"

"Oh, sorry! Those were from last night actually; Bren had some friends over for Beat Saber." Xilimyth set her controller on the coffee table while getting up for the kitchen. "Coffee okay? I got that mint syrup you liked."

"Oh goddess, make it a double please!" Desmond's mood over his terrible gaming skills evaporated in favor of receiving flavored caffeine.

Xilimyth gave him a wink and slinked out of the room before giving an evil giggle. She returned a few minutes later with two steaming cups of brown brew. Not to her surprise Desmond was resuming his fuming spats trying to solo content on their current run. The poor boy was just never that good against the 'hackers' of FPS games. Especially after that incident when an amazingly foul-mouthed ten-year-old cracked his sense of self-worth.

"Thanks!" Desmond's growl turned into a smile upon being handed a cup.

The cheetah blinked watching him immediately kick the whole drink back. Little regard seemed given for the temperature as Desmond's neck convulsed in rapid gulps.

"Aaah!" Desmond inhaled eventually, slamming his cup on the table with only a minor splash of coffee left. "Bless the creator of peppermint! I got the energy to break a roof now."

The corner of Xilimyth's mouth turned into a barely noticeable grin. "Oh, you will."

"What?"

"Nothing!" Xilimyth plopped back down next to Desmond. Her coffee remained steaming and untouched. All joyful attention was focusing more on how her friend's black markings were gaining a golden tinge. "Ready for another boss run?"

"Yeah-hrrk?" Desmond's voice cracked into a high squeal, causing him to cough several times. That did not help him sound less girly all of a sudden. "Ugh!  My throat is feeling dry. Maybe I should stop screaming at the TV."

"Everyone's been telling you that for years."

Xilimyth laughed when Desmond shot her a raspberry and continued to focus on their game. Of course, she was more amused by how his arms, legs, and chest fur had all gone from their usual black to a bright golden shine. Minutes of lousy shooting passed, and her friend's hair grew progressively longer. By the time it stopped to hang against his lower back it had also brightened into a vibrant mane of blonde hue, leaving only half his bangs their original blackness.

A bought of conscience almost made Xilimyth want to bring the incoming transformation to his attention. Mostly because the foundation of her home was also at immediate risk. On the other hand, it was kind of cool to watch his facial features alter during a wild shifting of expressions. Desmond's eyes thinned to a more almond shape. His chin lost its edge while cheeks plumped lightly. While he could not see it, Desmond gained a face of classic femininity to match his hair.

And still, the little blue fuzzbutt continued trying to play their next event in the game. It was only when his chest began to puff up that Desmond could no longer ignore what was going on with his body. Twin mounds pushed out the fabric of his shirt like filling water balloons. Xilimyth's tail wagged a little fast as the buttons of her friend's shirt puckered under the mounting pressure. Before long they were of sufficient size that when Desmond suddenly jerked his controller his biceps sandwiched furry lumps far too squishy and tender for even his diet.

"What the fu-GACK!""

POP! POP! SNAP!

Timing was never his greatest of abilities. The second Desmond looked down the three top buttons of his shirt fired off in an assault on his black canine nose. Sure enough, a pair of plump, golden breasts bulged out through this new opening. Their ripe grapefruit sizes could barely be supported by his remaining buttons, leaving a valley of cleavage to match Xilimyth's own ample bust. Although, while Desmond dropped his controller to nurse his nose, she noted his boobs continued to push harder and harder against his shirt.

"Ugh! Really, Xili?" Desmond threw his heads up with a dry laugh upon realizing what the deep golden crack bulging out of his shirt was. The motion brought attention to the yellow coloration of his hands, which he regarded with a bigger smile. "You went through the trouble of pranking my coffee for a gender change and color-HRRGH!?"

A loud snap in his hips cut Desmond out of his ranting. Knees suddenly slapped together as the harsh reshaping of his joints forced them into a different stance. Slack built up around the thinning waist of his shirt, which seemed to be dropping its mass right into his hips. The little hybrid rose slightly in his seat from the copious amounts of fat gathering into his rear.

"Mmh!!" Desmond groaned in a truly female voice this time as something else changed beneath his garments. Hands slowly dropped towards his crotch, but after a quick glance towards Xilimyth decided to settle on the straining fabric around his swelling thighs. "You know I only have two button shirts for work, right?"

"Says the guy that destroyed my office with a Renamon transformation on me."

"Pfffftt!! How'd I know this was about that? Aah ooh!" Desmond dropped a breathy gasp when another button gave out. The sudden release and fall of her breasts caused her to jerk forward on their swinging weight. It would definitely be a stretch to get these udders into traditional bra sizes already. "That was an accident just like with the neighbors. You people really need to stop fiddling with any random device you find on the ground."

"Just hoped to give a little revenge perspective anyway." Xilimyth gave her own raspberry at Desmond's pouting face. "Although, you really don't seem that embarrassed about your girls hanging out."

Desmond looked down to find her nipples had indeed slipped out of their waning cover. No amount of tugging or pulling could get them back inside the busted shirt either. 

"Probably because I change genders three times a week, and get banged at least once on account." Even Desmond felt weird about how casual that thought slipped out her big mouth. "Point is; you'll have to try something a bit bigger than my regular Tuesday to get me embarrassed."

Xilimyth mewed triumphantly, giving her still full coffee cup a swirl. After fighting the urge to take a sip, she stared at the blond bombshell in small clothes grinning ear to ear. "Good to hear, because you should know I do everything bigger. The gender change was just the first phase of your coffees serum."

Desmond's eyes opened wide until they encompassed most of her forehead. "What the hell is that supposed to meee-eee-EEEAN!!"

A groan sounding like the stretching of rubber made Xilimyth's ears jerk back. Yet the smile remained etched on her face following Desmond's explosive rise from five to nine feet tall. Their hips bumped together as Desmond's big rear quickly filled up their side of the couch and then some. Xilimyth simply leaned back against the growing squirrel-fox with a content sigh. She absently used a free hand to pet the midriff gap that formed in Desmond's ripping clothes.

"O-okay. Yeah, bigness. I get it now." Desmond gave a nervous laugh as her body shivered from the stomach strokings. The whole couch creaked trying to hold up her constant fidgeting. "But that's it, right?"

"Mmmm, you really don't know me that well."

"Gaah? Haa haa nnggghh!"

Heat built up inside Desmond to the boiling point. All she could get out were labored pants and whines as she tried to stretch up the energy cramping her limbs. She could see why when one hard flex caused her stomach to crunch. The muscles relaxed again, rising out of the golden fur in hard bricks and ridges defining every aspect of her abdomen.

"Oooohhh ngggh!?" Another cramped forced Desmond to flex her arms, hard. They promptly pumped like two balloons; exploding out of their sleeves with powerful, beefy muscle.

She flexed again wanting to admire all the ways her biceps bulged. However, that seemed to pump more pressure into other areas.

Crrrrk!! Phttttp! Ba-BWOOMP!

Try as she might Desmond could not hold back the heat literally swelling up her body. Slim, feminine shoulders puffed outwards leading to a cascade of muscles broadening down her back. That, followed by another surge in bust size, saw the end of Desmond's shirt. Gold medicine balls exploded free of the remaining buttons to hang proudly on strengthened pectorals. Any minor movement from her bloated form snaped seams and tore fabric until fabric decorated Xilimyth's floor in pieces.

The cheetah could hardly mind much. In fact, she purred even louder keeping a comfortable seat against Desmond. The fact her guest was inching past twelve feet tall and filled up most of the couch was no concern either. Feline prowess made it easy to enjoy the push of growth without spilling a drop of coffee.

SHRRT! TSSHHT!

Resting on Desmond's expanding lap also gave a great view of when her pants began to fail. The cheeks of her butt had already been steadily rising out the back of a stubborn hem. The legs however still pinched much worse. Desmond had already grown a pair of ham thighs wrapped in denim just from gaining fat. Now enriched by thick running muscle the seams had no chance.

Same could not be said for the crotch area. Every inch Desmonds hulking hips gained pulled her pants into a tighter wedgie against a very non-male slit. No amount of wiggling could get the central stitching to break.

"GGRRRWAR!!"

A hard pull from Desmond's beef-infused arms, however, was more than enough to rend her jeans apart. She sat huffing for a moment staring at the tatters clenched in each hand. She let them drift to the floor quickly forgotten under the comprehension of her newly acquired nakedness. 

KRRRSSSSTH!!

"Yeep!"

It lasted an impressive while bit Xilimyth's couch could no longer support Desmond's increasing mass. The trip to the ground was short but dense enough that her rear knocked several pictures over from the tremors.

While the fall left Desmond stunned, Xilimyth bounced against their lap more content than ever. Her friend's thighs were already bigger and softer than any couch. Their bricked abs made for a great headrest too. Plus there were a lovely set of boobs blanketing her ears to keep them warm.

"Oof!"

A luxury Desmond was all too happy to deliver in spades, albeit inadvertently. Feeling her ears brush against the ceiling finally broke the blue blond out of her stupor into the realization of how small the room was getting. Her back was already against one wall while her plump paw-feet inched rapidly towards the opposite one. Hunching forward to lay the weight of her udders upon Xilimyth only bought so little time.

"I...um...think you're about to lose a roof."

"Eh! We were due for a renovation next week anyway." Xilimyth scoffed, not even bothered by Desmond's tail twisting around the room to knock over her TV and entertainment center. Though she did look up at the cracks forming in the plaster as her friends back pushed against the ceiling. "But I guess I should hurry up and join in before you bring down our house."

"What the hell is that supposed to…" Desmond paused watching Xilimyth kick back the coffee still perfectly balanced in her hands. In hindsight, she really should have seen that coming. "Heh. Are you going to turn into a guy for symmetry."

"Oh shush, of course not!" Xilimyth dropped her cup with a small burp. Already shirt and pants pulled tight against her spotted toned limbs. The sudden feeling of her body pushing back against Desmond's naked lap made the giant hybrid squirm. "My dose is just for good old-fashioned growth. Although I bet, you'd like to see me as a guy, huh?"

"Nah, you're spots are prettier this way."

CRACKLE! KURCH!!

Their discussion came to an end with Desmond finally exceeding the living rooms size limits. Her expanding back and shoulders crashed through the ceiling, shattering many support beams in the process. Upon recognizing the futility of it, Desmond sat up straight again to punch a hole through the roof with her head. Many bits of shingles and wood chunks got caught in her hair as shoulders peeled back even more roofing. And then finally her boobs erupted the hole even wider before her size seemed to stabilize. Despite sitting down, most of her upper body had popped out of Xilimyth's house giving everyone an excellent view of her brown nipples.

The hole tore wider still when Xilimyth's muscular upper body erupted from the house after them. Their combined swollen muscles and tits took out most of the roof, which neither paid any attention too. Desmond was busy trying to hold down her massive mammaries to little effect. They squished through her fingers and slid out of her palms like sandbags. A glance at Xilimyth saw the cheetah flexing her even larger biceps emitting purrs loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.

"Happy now?" Desmond huffed, only able to partially cover her nips with each hand.

"Very much so!" Xilimyth was all smiles as she flexed again. The notion they were probably equal in muscle power did not sway her from wanting to show off. "I was hoping we'd get much bigger, but it's a lot more fun to grow with some company, honestly."

"Glad I could be of assistance, boss."

"Oh dear, am I smelling hypocrisy?" Xilimyth booped Desmond on the nose, causing them to reel back snorting. Course that also took out a bit of the east wall around Desmond's bloated butt. "Considering how often you cause others to change, I thought you'd be an addict to this stuff."

"Hmmph!" Desmond glared for a few seconds before wiping her gaze towards the distant city buildings. Xilimyth was not exactly wrong. "Fetish loves aside, how am I supposed to pick up Rayna from the train station now?"

"You could try walking?"

Desmond blinked and turned back to Xilimyth. After getting only a shrugging smile for elaboration, she sighed and slowly rose to her feet. A few flicks of her giant puffy tail sent debris raining across the street. Much more showered upon Xilimyth's surviving rooms after running a hand through her hair. While not still fond of being shirtless, Desmond carefully stepped one foot after the other out of Xilimyth's house onto the street proper.

"You coming?"

CRRRSH!

Xilimyth did not share the same regard, using her backside to thoroughly demolish a wall and break out of the buildings remains. A few hard shakes rid her tail of the broken glass caught in the motion.

"Nah! I think I'm going to go tease Bren at work. Maybe slip a bit into his coffee."

"...fair enough, ya goof. Thanks for the fun afternoon then. See ya at work?"

"You know it!"

They shared a prolonged hug, blushing at the warmth of their breasts squished together. Eventually, Xilimyth broke it first. With a happy handwave, she turned to skip off towards the coast.

Desmond watched that spotted figure sway off into the distance. The fun part about being fifty-ish feet tall was how long the view lasted. Eventually, though she noted the day was wearing on and turned towards the taller buildings of downtown. Knowing her luck the train carrying her pet had arrived ages ago.

"Man, I have weird friends," she mused while strolling down the sidewalk. The shadow of her looming ass stretched over many homes as it sashayed past.