A Wish Come Truer - Part 2 (Commission for Xilimyth)

TAGS: Chee, Growth, Amazon, Monkey's Paw, Hyper, Macro, Multi

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For the time being though, the important thing was to find herself a nice spot to show off to everyone around her, and that meant making her way to the nearest commercial district and occupying a whole table on a restaurant’s outdoor area. One wonders why the chee thought this was necessary given the amount of people already following her every step, eyes glazed over as their minds tried to make some sense out of the impossible figure they were seeing in front of them, but Xili was riding a high that had left her bereft of any kind of reasonable or identifiable logic; it didn’t matter that she already had fans and followers, she had to flaunt it, and how could she do so without going through the motions and reenacting the fantasies that she had gone through several thousand times in her own head? It’d be like having full access to a sports car and an empty track and only sitting down to make “vroom” noises while moving the steering wheel around, nothing short of wasteful and ridiculous.

Thus, the dracat actually managed to keep her proportions stable on the way to wherever it was she was going; she was certain that a few extra growth spurts were due the moment she stopped and actually tried to make sense out of what was happening around her, but seeing as her mind was focused on reaching her destination, it turned out to be surprisingly easy to avoid thinking about anything else. Besides, while it would be a lie to say she was finished, it’d be equally disingenuous to claim that Xili wasn’t satisfied; after all, she had a bust large enough to cover most of her front and was already tall enough that even this colossal pair of mounds still hung a few inches above everyone’s heads, giving her the sort of enormous frame that not only dominated the street she was in, but filled all observers’ heads with itself until there was nothing left in there but the chee, the sight of the chee, the sensation of the chee. It wouldn’t be too far off for her to claim to be a goddess in their eyes, because clearly only a goddess would ever be able to sculpt for herself a body of that level of perfection.

Ten minutes of walking and enough sloshing to put a dairy farm to shame later, the dracat emerged from a shortcut directly into a wide-open plaza surrounded on all sides by a variety of shops, bars, cafés and restaurants, one of the many hubs for unbridled consumerism that the city offered its inhabitants. On a good day, thousands of people would pass through this area, either because they needed a random item and couldn’t be bothered to wait for it to be mailed in, wanted to enjoy a few drinks with some friends, or just felt like being fancy and not cooking something that day. Given the proximity to noon, there was no shortage of the last group of people, and while normally the plaza itself was in a constant state of organized chaos thanks to all the noise from its many visitors, the moment that Xili walked through its perimeter was the second that silence fell all around.

It wasn’t immediate, but rather a wave, a cascading effect that began with the few people who were standing right next to the sidestreet that the dracat emerged from and managed to hear her coming before they saw her, quite the achievement considering the state of her body. They turned their heads and stared on in shock, mouths hanging wide open when the giantess strolled in looking as if she wasn’t fully aware of how much of an impression her physical form would make, and this stunned disbelief was quick to infect all those around them, and all those around them, until a curtain of silence fell over hundreds of souls who were all suddenly united in a single purpose: gawking at the gorgeous, gigantic bombshell that had just graced their lives with her presence. Everything, from her proportions, to the way she walked in just the right way to accentuate them, and especially the fact that she was tall enough to tower over even the biggest of those among them, it all conspired to leave the tiny ones around Xili lacking in any sort of reaction that wasn’t to just drop everything they were doing and look at her with not even the slightest of sounds. They didn’t know what to do, or even what they could do; were they allowed to touch her? Were they permitted to approach and beseech her attention? Was this an actual goddess who had descended from on high to grace their short, pathetic lives with their presence? No one dared to seek an answer to these questions, and frankly, Xili was quite glad they didn’t; if nothing else, it meant that her plans were working perfectly, and that the impact of the third shoe dropping (whenever that happened) would be that much more delicious because of it.

Absent any kind of resistance from those around her, the dracat merely had to pick an empty table and sit down on it, a process which was made even better than it could’ve been by the simple fact that there were no empty spaces available, which of course meant she could finally flaunt her stuff and impose herself upon the world more directly. Something simple at first: she walked towards the largest table she could find, fit for a group of four, and promptly stared down at the small group of (presumably) friends who was taking up her rightful spot. She didn’t glare at them, didn’t bare her teeth or even so much as scowl; all the chee had to do was bend down, allow her colossal tits to smush so heavily against the table that it almost tilted over in order to show them several feet of soft chee cleavage, and then smile. Smile so warmly that it could melt snow, smile so genuinely that the poor guys sitting there didn’t know whether to be aroused or embarrassed by such a genuine display of outward familiarity, and therefore resolved this issue by hastily getting up and nearly tripping over themselves in their rush to get as far away from the table as possible, one of them even pointing towards their chair and mumbling something that sounded like “all yours” before bumping against several people on their way out.

At last, Xili had the table all for herself, which naturally meant that she could sit down and unceremoniously drop her milk-laden bust directly on top of the poor thing, very nearly snapping the plastic thing in half and very clearly making it strain underneath the weight, to say nothing of the fact that even the two chairs she pulled up to serve as her impromptu seat could barely deal with a single one of her cheeks, let alone the whole butt. The dracat had anticipated this, and in fact welcomed how uncomfortable it was, purely for the sake of being able to show off like that; after all, it wasn’t every day that her future subjects got to witness a literal goddess-in-the-making sitting down on multiple chairs that still weren’t sufficient, all while her tits strained a whole table’s ability to hold onto them as they completely covered her field-of-view. It was actually kind of funny in a way, because never in her entire life could Xili have ever guessed that she’d one day be sitting at a restaurant table staring at her own cleavage and unable to really see anything past it, especially not when the immense tits creating such a sight were so loud that the people on the other size of the plaza could most certainly hear them.

It made her want them to be louder… and just like that, the show was back on schedule once the dracat, now having completed her one goal, was free to once again imagine herself in brand new, better and lewder forms, forms that would take the world by storm and leave all those people around her begging for her to go even further as they dropped to their knees and heaped praise upon her. Just like that, she felt herself swell up again, the low groaning of her breasts as their skin stretched to accommodate the extra inches she was gaining every second joining with the creaking of bent and bending plastic underneath her milk makers as the latter’s weight pressed down heavily on the former, all while her rear tried desperately to keep up with the demand for size and made short work of the chairs she was sitting on. The chee closed her eyes, letting her hands move forward on their own accord and sink their fingers into her soft breasts, squeezing its impossibly warm and pudgy flesh as she felt it bloat harder and harder, taking up even more room in her field-of-view until it was everything she could be bothered to look at. It turned into a race to see what broke first, the table or the chairs, a race that XIli herself wasn’t present to see given how much her mind had simply vanished into the aether, replaced with a turbulent maelstrom of thoughts that wouldn’t make sense to anyone at all, much less the lust-addled cat having them in the first place.

It all reached a climax when, predictably, the plastic surface holding her enormous breasts up collapsed completely, snapping in half and letting her tits freefall towards the ground. The chee felt it, the sudden pull of gravity as her breasts began to move downwards, and expected a painful, if fluid-filled landing that would leave everyone directly in front of her covered head to toe in her cream, but no such thing came to pass. In fact, despite there being quite a bit of space between where the table once stood and the cold, hard ground, what the dracat felt was just more warmth… and also the cold, hard ground. Her brain couldn’t make sense of it, and neither could her hands once she had them feel up her tits from as far up as she could reach down to the bottom, and somehow found that their curvature stopped somewhere midway down her chest, while their top was out of reach. This obviously didn’t scan with any kind of logical sense, but then again, she could also feel what was underneath her mounds and knew full well that she was going to have to process and internalize this new happening eventually. The poor dracat was caught in the middle of a battle between the side of herself that wanted to open her eyes and confirm and the one that demanded she keep them closed and not allow herself to come to terms with what happened, knowing as it did that if Xili were to see what her body had done to her, then there wouldn’t be any stopping the chee once she got going. The feline resolved this by slapping the back of her head in an effort to get the confusing thoughts out, then stuffing her face into a single breast, letting loose a moan so loud that it practically wasn’t even muffled, and then yanking her head back to look down at what was waiting for her: a second pair of tits.

There was no denying it, nor any way to rationalize away what she was looking at as some form of hallucination, not after she noticed people around her staring at those things as well. Her original pair, now held up and stacked far too high for her to reach the top of, had been saved from the fall by the emergence of a second rack just underneath it, one that somehow had gone from non-existent to just as big as her two original ones. The sight was so overpowering that Xili couldn’t quite keep her mind in one single piece after being presented with it; she’d eventually get it back, after growing accustomed to the sense of touch, the warmth, the softness, the audible churning coming from within, but for the time being the only thing that she could really think to do was lean forward and allow her body to more or less fall onto her double bosom as if it was an immense beanbag… despite it being quite a bit bigger than one; if anything, each of her tits alone was already larger than a beanbag chair ever could be, and far fuller to boot! They were so welcoming to her hands that she couldn’t help but slowly rub herself in large, slow circular motions, occasionally pressing in deeper just to feel how stuffed and milk-laden she was, leading to quite a bit of leakage out in front; so welcoming that it took the chee a few minutes to realize she was actually feeling all four of them at the same time.

Given the onslaught of sensations descending upon her pleasure centers at any given time, it was unsurprising that such a detail went unnoticed for such a long time, but as Xili reawakened from her lust-induced stupor, she began to notice that something was definitely “off” about the way she was feeling her bust up. She was certain she’d only be able to feel two of them at a time, given how enormous they were, and yet she was clearly being fed heavenly sensations from four different points simultaneously. Once again, her brain tried to keep her from opening her eyes, but the dracat knew better than to listen to caution; with a toothy grin, she looked down at herself and confirmed what she had been suspecting in those short few moments: an extra pair of arms had sprouted from underneath her first one, her body’s skeletal structure adapting to give  her perfect control over her new limbs… which she immediately put towards carrying on the ministrations on her tits just as before. What else would she do with them?

What everyone else saw was an absolute giantess of a chee having randomly and suddenly developed a second pair of milk-makers so colossal that the first one looked about ready to tip back over her, and yet somehow managed to keep itself propped up just enough not to fall, giving the enormous chee something to think about as her body continued to react in the only way that it could, giving her everything that she wanted, a dream figure that only became more and more exaggerated the more it was brought into reality. After all, now that she had that body, it had become the baseline, and now her standards had to be increased accordingly; being as enthralled by her new girls as she was, Xili could only really think about how great it would be to feel them growing larger still, and for a few minutes all that anyone could see were those four already-gigantic milk factories bloating even harder, groaning softly as they filled up and up and outwards with even more cream, leaving the dracat so weak-kneed that she collapsed onto the ground with all four arms outstretched trying to keep her bust from toppling over. It only stopped when the plaza was dominated by those things, four impossibly large tits, each one capped by a nipple as big as torso and leaking such copious amounts of milk that the storm drains would soon be clogged up completely. But it wasn’t enough.

The impact of having those things grow on her was enough to slowly bring Xili back to something resembling awareness, though not necessarily in the same way as before. The old chee wasn’t there anymore, not unless one counted the tiny cage where she was being kept in the very back of her mind; instead, in her place there was someone new, someone better, a version of Xili that not only fully understood the sort of power she had, but knew just how to abuse it for her own benefit, a version of herself that had finally understood the full meaning of the way she had worded her wish: she wanted her dream body, but she never defined what that might be, so who was stopping her from moving the goalposts and seeing how far the monkey’s paw could take her? It was with a wide, predatory smile that she gazed upon her breasts and thought to herself that being stuck there and unable to move just wouldn’t do, and it was almost immediately afterwards that her body reacted and gave her exactly what she wanted in the best way possible, sending her careening upwards until not only was she as tall as her titstack, but taller still, until her head was level with the roofs around her, until it went further beyond and the chee became taller than any of the buildings surrounding the plaza, until her four breasts were lifted from the ground and allowed her to walk again, until a single one of her paws was big enough to take up a good chunk of the open area underneath her… and until she figured the busty look suited her and allowed her breasts to fill back up until, despite her now being several dozen feet tall, they still hung mere inches off the ground below her. It was a good look… but again, it wasn’t enough.

So much attention paid and effort put into her chest and her poor butt had gone without any kind of special attention! It almost felt criminal to ignore such an amazing part of her new body, especially given how many people were in the right position to be smothered by it when she inevitably sat back down to put on a display of power and dominance. So of course her hands immediately sank into her plush cheeks, the chee biting her lower lip at how sensitive those things were, her eyes fluttering close as she unashamedly groped and kneaded her ass, picturing how wonderful it would be for it to live up to her insane standards. So obviously, the shoe had to continue dropping, and her body had to keep on giving her exactly what she wanted in the way that she envisioned it, dropping pound after pound of mass into her rear to help pad it out as much as her breasts had been. Her cheeks burgeoned outwards, expanding in every direction until she could feel them pushing up against the back of her legs and her spine, until she could feel their weight pulling her on the opposite direction of her bust, until an idea glanced her mind for just long enough to stick to it, and thus altered the entire dynamic of her transformation.

It was such a simple thought, and yet one so powerful that even the monkey’s paw had to pay attention to it, for it now was Xili’s dream self, for all intents and purposes. It hadn’t been the first time the dracat thought about it, but it was the first time since she was blessed by such a heavily reactive wish-granter so intent on making everything she desired come alive; so, with a smile on her lips, the chee felt as her butt continued to grow, carried on packing weight and mass as it moved further behind her rather than in every direction. She smiled even more widely when her arms no longer reached the other end of it, wider still when two tiny nubs appeared on the bottom of it, a couple of inflamed spots that would bulge out into something vaguely resembling paws, from which would emerge a set of fully functioning legs. She moaned loudly enough for half the city to hear when her second set of stompers gently reached the ground, and her claws were dragged along it as her new, second body was fully realized, stretching back and back until it was no longer merely a butt, but a tauric undercarriage, one long enough that it was left to push against the buildings on the far side of the plaza by the time she was finished, and one powerful enough that Xili knew taking a step would inevitably shatter the ground beneath her from how much weight she was carrying as and on herself. A chee-taur… taur-chee? Irrelevant details really; all that mattered was that her brand new equine body was covered in exactly the same kind of smooth, velvety fur that her torso was, and that her mind had adapted quite quickly to having such radical changes wrought to the body it was controlling, enough that it only took the taur-cat a few stumbling steps before she got the hang of how to move around!

From there, things could only realistically go in one direction, even if Xili herself was trying her best not to let her more destructive instincts take over. So many times she had wondered what it would be like to look upon the city from that angle, high above the rooftops and staring out at the urban jungle like it was a tiny little model toy city that was hers to play around with. It had never been more than fantasy; it was madness to think that her body would ever be big enough for her to experience it for real, and yet there she found herself, looking out into the distance, marvelling at how the sun reflected off the glass and polished steel that made up the downtown area, smiling warmly at the suburbs sprawling out to one side of her, licking her lips at the mere thought of just how many people were waiting for her to start her rampage so they could play their own parts. The wind was howling, her head close enough to the clouds already that she could feasibly tilt it upwards, blow hard enough and dissipate a few of the lower-lying ones, and yet the one thing in her mind was the thought that she just wasn’t big enough. Sure, the skyscrapers on the skyline in the distance were just a smidgeon taller than she was, but even this was enough to stoke the flames of growthlust hard enough for her to start thinking about what changes had to be done to her body in order for it to be perfect… and just like clockwork, the monkey’s paw obeyed.

There would be no disproportionate growth for quite a while, as Xili was now far more interested in competing with the city itself for size. The dracat didn’t even bother where her feet were going when she turned towards that cluster of high-rises; she was more than convinced that her pawbs were soft enough to keep anyone they stepped on perfectly safe, even if she could flatten buildings with them like they were made of cardboard. In fact, the exercise of doing so was partly why she was even moving at all; the chee could’ve very well stayed in one place and allowed her body to grow outwards without having to do anything else, but where was the fun in that? Better that she turn towards the city center and start moving towards it, allowing her physical frame to bulge out in every direction with step she took, tiny spurts that resulted in feet upon feet of chee being gifted to the world at large, theatrical in its presentation and absolutely delectable in the sorts of sensations it was feeding back into Xili’s mind. With a single step, she took out entire apartment blocks, whole parking lots of cars and trucks turned into thin metal disks without her even realizing she was stepping there, all while her colossal breasts carved a path out in front of her, knocking down any structure that stood in her way and flooding whatever remained of them until people were being dragged off by the currents down below.