Baziel's Evolution (Patreon)

(contains short skinny shark into huge buff arcanine TF, muscle growth, hyper breasts)

Cameo for Meepes

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Baziel lived a life most landlords only dream about. Getting hold of her own apartment complex while into her mid-twenties only seemed overwhelming at first. By some sheer grace of gods or goddesses, it didn’t take long until every unit got an extended lease with full carpet deposits. With that big rent check dropping in every month, and only minimal upkeep costs, she quickly started earning enough that working became a way to ease boredom. 

The fact every space was rented out to a single energetic fox woman might have sounded like a joke too. After the third or sixth time crashing through a wall, Meepes made it perfectly clear that was anything but. Body size was not a consistent part of her daily routine, making a need for every inch of living space possible, and then some. Luckily she also could compensate repairs on top of the regular bills, often with interest.

It wasn’t too bad of a situation overall for Baziel. Her sole residents’ generosity and highly friendly nature could warm even the most anti-social of nerds. If it wasn’t for those factors, the petite shark might have been doing her latest WoW dailies instead of hauling boxes down a flight of stairs.

Pizza had also been promised later, a major bargaining chip for any deal.

“Where the heck did you find all this stuff!?” she wheezed out after dropping the box next to six others on the sidewalk. They were old shipping boxes from Amazon repurposed for storage, giving no clue to any of their contents.

“Who knows?” Meepes cheerfully responded. As if getting the same thought, she tore the lid on one with the child's wonder of opening a present. Her one visible tail wagged high in the air. “I just collect what neat stuff I can whenever we’re out and about.”

“It’s not magical napalm again, is it?” Baziel asked in only a half joke. She removed her rounded glasses to wipe away sweat and straighten out her clumped red bangs. “Not sure the neighbors want a repeat of that one time.”

“Oh, pssh! There’s probably some magic stuff in here, but I wouldn’t just toss it into storage if it was dangerous.” With a triumphant yip, Meepes straightened up to present her friend with a mummified fist covered in black hairs. “See? This monkey’s paw doesn’t have any wishes left. It’s perfectly safe.”

“You just kept a severed animal part in the fifth unit storage?”

“Well, yeah. I thought it might have a magic recharge setting or something.” Meepes gave the leather creation a few shakes. “Clearly it still doesn’t like me.”

“And now you’re leaving it on the curb for Goodwill!?”

“... I’m not sure what you’re getting at here? I really need to clear out some old storage before we take another treasure hunting vacation.”

“Right, sorry.” Baziel’s tongue clicked behind her sharp teeth as she leaned on the pile of boxes. Every inch of her skinny body ached, so venting a little helped her mentally. “How many we got left?”

“Just the four and they’re huge.” Meepes looked down at Baziel, picking her words very carefully. Even in her smallest setting, the fox loomed a good two feet over them. “You sure you don’t want me to grow a few more feet?”

A smile slowly split Baziel’s muzzle apart. Normally she’d be against Meepes letting loose in clear view on a sunny afternoon, but she was also tired and sweaty from manual labor. They couldn’t pass up the chance to cut things short and see an impressive gun show at the same time. Not that she wanted Meepes to know she enjoyed the antics. “As long as you don’t break the steps with your fat feet, go for it! I don’t want repair guys dragging it out for weeks trying to hike the bill.”

“All right!”

The air around both girls instantly changed. Odd bits of hair stood up on Baziel’s head, drawn by the cackling of magic around her. With a single, hard shake of the hip, Meepes sent her tail flying, generating a gust of wind. In its brief journey from left to right, the fluffy appendage unfurled like a Chinese fan to unveil eight more tails exactly like it.

Barely a second passed after Meepes showed the level of her godly powers before their influence affected her physical form. Sparks of magic exploded around her in an aura of tiny fireworks, singing in chorus to her cherry giggles. While time ticked by, Baziel craned her head back, trying to maintain eye contact with an increasingly taller fox. The already severe height difference between them doubled and then tripled until Meepes was casting a wide shadow over the shark at around nine feet tall.

At the same time of her growing upwards, the rest of Meepes body filled out in other directions. The suburban area became filled with the snaps of lengthening bones and groans of developing muscles. Biceps blimped with the density of holiday hames. Thighs pressed together in a rush of running power, forcing her stance wider. A once flat stomach rose against soft grey fur, quickly developing sharp ridges of abdominal muscles.

Good thing being magic powered allowed her clothes to survive with the massive bulk. This time, anyway. While every bulge and crevice of Meepes new looming physic creased the fabric, it always stretched just enough to prevent any ripping. Even her feet did more damage digging webby cracks into the sidewalk than to her shoes.

Just when Baziel assumed she was done going ‘mini macro’ Meepes gave out a joyful bark that sent her breasts billowing out the front of her shirt with a hollow drum-like noise. The massive spheres bounced with a buoyancy worthy of their beach ball size and shape. Another loud boing and the fox was shaking hips too massive for conventional doorways. They were needed for that couch-filling butt jiggling behind her.

“Thanks, babe!” Meepes teased, patting Baziel on the head with one larger hand. Even her voice had spontaneously deepened with the addition of throat strength. “I’ll have this done in one trip.”

“Remember what I said about the stairs! I better not see a single step out of place.”

It might have been too late for warnings, since Meepes was already climbing said stairs back up to her storage closet. Those strides get pretty long after doubling in height. Baziel let it go with a pout, turning her attention towards the current box pile to keep busy. She hefted the topmost box for a gentle setting on solid ground. If there was a monkey’s paw in these things, who knows what other doomsday devices the fox might have collected and forgotten about.

Or a collection of gems, apparently. A loose gap between the cardboard flaps allowed the briefest of sparkles to flash over Baziel’s eyes when she moved it. Unable to fight curiosity, she pried the gap wider, becoming dumbstruck at seeing the entire box full of colorful crystals. Reds, yellows, and blues glittered in the exposed sunlight in a dazzling display that reflected off her glasses. No wonder Meepes can afford such a hefty rent if this was her idea of trash donations.

She plucked a red piece at random for a closer inspection. Someone had also taken great pains to carve a pattern inside it that resembled a burning flame. That just made the find even cooler, with Baziel already deciding to ask Meepes if she could snag a couple. A few well-placed lamps would make for some great decorating.

FWOOSH!

“What the what!?”

Then again, it might not be a good idea to fill one’s home with minerals that spontaneously combust. Before Baziel could clearly understand it, the crystal in her hands had turned into a raging fireball. And like a true brave gamer, her instinctive response was the standard panicked shriek and frantic arm flailing any normal person might do in such a sudden turn of events. She still needed a minute before noticing that despite holding flames, they didn’t burn her shark palms. All the brief embers left was a warm tingling in her fingers, which shifted into an awkward itching.

“Oh, no!” Baziel gasped, turning her hands over. Tiny orange hairs pierced through their grey and white skin, overwhelming them in an unprecedented growth. Fingernails she had painstakingly clipped this morning grew before her eyes into thick black claws. She stared at her changed hands, dumbstruck, wiggling each digit as they plumped strong and thick. But the soft fur refused to stay confined to such paw-like extremities. Fur slipped past the wrists like Baziel was slipping on sleeves, the strong orange occasionally being broken by black stripes. “Dang it! I knew there was something unstable in all those-NNNGGGHHH!!”

BWOOMP!

No sooner did the fur reach her shoulders than the joints bloated from thick developed muscles. Tension washed back through Baziel’s arms, forcing her meaty hands to clench.

Ker-BWOOOOOMP!

In that one flex her limb’s mass surged triple fold, making forearms and biceps resemble connected holiday hams to rival the Meepe’s hulk that had been here a second ago. Baziel’s jaw dropped as she relaxed the monstrous limbs. Even then, dense strength defined her soft fur with sharp ridges and dense bulges.

“Hrrk!?” Of course, the fur didn’t stop growing around the shark’s torso while she was gawking. Meat on her bones bubbled rapidly, billowing out a stripped furry back behind her. Its mounting size quickly tore through the fabric of her once loose tank top, leaving her hunched forward from its weight. “Ack! Wait, a second! Don’t you da...!”

DOUBLE FWOOMP!

A sensation of filling poured into Baziel’s chest, but she could not stop when her breasts exploded out the front of her ruined top. They had gone from average bumps to bouncing medicine balls in roughly three seconds. Soft white fur coated their circular curves, along with her stomach and crotch, which hardened up with many abdominal and waist muscles while she ran both hands over them.

“Ooogh! N-not the face!” Baziel whined, distracted from her changed, ripped torso by a clenching traveling through her neck. Her eyes went crossed, watching her muzzle narrow considerably in a series of disturbing crunches. The teeth inside lost their saw-like edge, though remained sharp for tearing into fresh meat. From the tip emerged a dense black boil that ultimately became a canine nose. Even her ears shrunk slightly while traveling up to become twitching triangles closer to the top of her head. “Aah. Ah-ARF? W-well, this is unusual…”

FLOOF!

Baziel felt her tail give an involuntary smack on the pavement. She turned just in time to watch the fishy appendage vanish under the thickest layer of bright yellow fur she’d ever seen. The signature shark fluke remained jutting out for a few seconds before being devoured into the new wagging bush.

“What the frick?” Meepe’s voice carried over beck from the apartment entrance. “Baziel? Why are you turning into an arcanine!?”

Baziel could only look absently over one shoulder, tongue hanging out in heaving pants. Her flimsy shark legs had yet to catch up to her hulking buffness, although she could feel the tension mounting in her hips. “You t-tell me! I was j-just c-checking ARF checking out your box of jewels and... haa haa NNGGGHH!!”

CRUNCH!

BLOOP! BLOOP!

BWONG!

With several quick cracks and an audible sloshing, Baziel’s hips jutted out either side of her in an impressive span, followed by her ass welling up with generous amounts of both fat and beef. It might have almost been enjoyable without the killer wedgie this brough from stubborn shorts and panties. As the tiger-striped fur raced down her bulking thighs, she put her new claws to use, tearing the fabric out from between them. Another loud crack sent her reeling again. This time it was from the sudden arch enforced on her ankles, keeping them lifted high in the air while her toes inflated into enormous plush paws for a balanced support.

“Y-yeah. Pretty much this happened,” Baziel finished her, though with a gesture to her now huge and very naked body. For being suddenly a pokemon anthro, she still wasn’t nearly as big or busty as Meepes, but still had she-hulk level curves to make everyone stop and gawk.

Meepes was clearly trying her hardest not to laugh while she set down the boxes she had left to get. “I was wondering where my evolution stones went. Remember my pokemon craze two years ago?”

“O-of course I do. We were playing it all the t-time.” A sudden breeze prompted Baziel to hug her chest. All the pronounced bulges of her titanic strength made it fairly hard to keep the rich mounds of her boobs covered. “A-and you just kept all your stones in a random storage closet?”

“I was getting traded them up the wazoo. Besides, you never know when someone might need a sexy vaporeon body for summer.” Another thought had Meepes raising an eyebrow. “Also, why are you cold? You’re a fire type.”

“That doesn’t make me any less naked!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I got a big tube top your fur will look sexy in. Incidentally, now that we’re both beefy, would you mind helping me carry some furniture from the third floor? I’ve been meaning to replace them since that outbreak of growth on the 4th.”

“Yes, I remember. The ones you totally didn’t cause?”

“Hey! Desmond and Bobert were both there. No one can prove anything.”

“Ugh!” Baziel shook her still flat and purple hair, letting out a weird mix of grumbling barks. Taking a deep breath that puffed out her boob shelf further, she relaxed with a small smile. “Let’s get this over with. I better be getting a lot of pizzas for this.”

Meepes giggled, giving the eight-foot arcanine a slap on her bare behind as she walked past. Ignoring the warning huff of small flames Baziel emitted, she began climbing the apartment stairs. “Don’t need to worry about that either. All this swelling is working my appetite too.”