A Wish Come Truer (Commission for Xilimyth)

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

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If there was anything her extensive experience with terrible fanfiction had taught her, it was that actually accepting any of the wishes offered by a monkey’s paw was bound to end terribly. Then again, just like any good size-lusting twig knows, one cannot break an omelette without making a few eggs, or however that saying was supposed to go; the important part was that she had a genuine wish-granting thing right there in front of her, and if the price for her finally being able to become the bombshell of her dreams was that it would come packaged with (god forbid) unexpected growth, then the chee honestly had no clue what the downside was supposed to be.

Smiling from ear to ear, Xili sat down on her bed and observed the exquisitely-carved monkey’s paw she ordered from that one store that hadn’t been there the previous week and whose address wasn’t mentioned on any business registry. This is how she knew it was the real deal; proper, non-anomalous stores didn’t just sell wish-granting objects like that, let alone ones that came pre-packaged with all sorts of nasty extras that she hadn’t signed up for. The dracat was giddy with her purchase that she had spent the whole bounding from place to place, at times even taking flight for a few feet before remembering she was indoors and bringing her wings closer to her body, lest she break something again. Now that it was safely in her hands, her whole body was buzzing with excitement at the prospect of finally gaining her dream body after so many years of being called a great number of things that weren’t synonymous with “curvaceous” or “drop-dead gorgeous”. With her eyes closed and her fingers holding tightly onto the base of the statue, the chee wished upon it, wording her desires about as sloppily as she could in a deliberate attempt at invoking the wrath of the monkey’s paw: “I want to have my dream body.”

Almost immediately afterwards, one of the three fingers the paw was holding up was lowered, leaving only two wishes for the dracat to draw upon, and herself wondering why things hadn’t happened yet. Surely, if this was indeed as magical an item as she assumed it was, then clearly she was supposed to be bigger already, not the same sort of shrimp she’d always been! Huffing, Xili got up and dropped the sculpture on her bed, figuring that if anything could trigger a transformation of that sort, it’d have to be her own reflection; that’s how it worked in all those stories she read and videos she absolutely, positively did not have saved in an encrypted folder on her personal computer, so that’s how it would work right there and then. Without a moment’s hesitation, she walked up to her wardrobe and opened the door containing the full-length mirror inside of it, inspecting herself for any changes only to find absolutely none: no more height, no more cup sizes, still just as lacking in curves and hourglass figure as always. In summation, a complete disappointment, hence why she worked extra-hard to express said disappointment as loudly as possible, hoping to trigger some kind of cosmic reaction to her cursed wish… and, against all odds, actually succeeding!

Maybe it was her vocal opposition to remaining the same size, maybe it was the clothes being on and providing an excellent target for some ripping, maybe it was the reflection that just took a while to sink in, or maybe it was everything and Xili had just struck the jackpot; what mattered was that her whole body suddenly grew very warm and extremely tight, as if she was being pushed outwards from within by a million invisible hands all trying to stretch her out. It should’ve been uncomfortable, painful even, but it was anything but; if anything, the sounds coming out of her mouth once she saw her pants start to rip apart and her shirt ride up her torso were so undignified that her neighbors were probably wondering who the dracat had dragged in and just how they were even capable of making those sorts of noises, all while blushing furiously at the notion that they might have to listen to those ungodly sounds for quite a while. Thankfully for them, the transformation itself would only last for about ten minutes, but these would be the longest ten minutes that Xili had ever experienced.

Everything happened at once, giving her the full breadth of her dreams without a single opportunity to catch her breath or try and get her bearings once her body began to expand and gain mass in all the right places. Just as her frame began to grow upwards, leaving her about as tall as the wardrobe itself before she just kept going, so too did it grow outwards, filling out her clothes so much that the poor things couldn’t really hope to stand up to her brand new body. First were her pants, already quite tight due to her choice in style and attire; within seconds they were already tearing at the seams, ripping open audibly as the thighs and hips they failed to contain bulged out and out until they started to spill from the holes, promising ample amounts of hand-filling pudge if only the denim were to give up trying to hide it, just about at the same time as her rear began to perk up and muffin-top from over the rim of those poor, battered jeans. Wouldn’t take long before the whole thing just shattered completely, reduced to little more than tattered strips that clung pathetically to her fur before finally falling off, fully revealing her plump butt and those impossibly curvy hips of hers, a perfect heart shape moving down into a set of thighs that made even Xili bite her lip at how soft they both looked and felt.

Her upper body wasn’t too far off, though rather than ripping her shirt apart her new bust simply stretched it out so much that it was left unusable, right after it was forced to ride up her chest so much that, by the time the dracat bothered to pull it over her head, the amount of underboob she had on display probably accounted for more of her new tits than whatever the piece of useless fabric was hiding. Honestly, her breasts were definitely the winner when it came to her new form; yes, she was so tall that she could reach the ceiling without even stretching her arms out completely, and it was doubtful whether or not she’d be able to move through doors without having the instinctual need to hip-check both sides of the frame at once, but nothing could quite compare to the sight of a bust so large that she couldn’t even see her bellybutton anymore. Even lifting them was hard, regardless of how much stronger she felt after the size boost; they kept their shape perfectly, despite clearly being in a position to lose against gravity, yet didn’t appear fake at first, second or third glances. As far anyone would be able to tell, she just happened to have a bust big enough to completely obscure most of her torso that just happened to develop naturally, and just happened to bounce and sway from side to side in the most alluring way possible, leading the dracat to bite her lip and bring both hands to their underside. She allowed herself the pleasure of sinking her fingers into their pudge, to feel the sheer weight of them as they were nevertheless effortlessly carried around without a hint of back pain, the perfect to cap off a transformation that left her so enormous that the entire wardrobe would have to be renewed… and that gave her an idea.

Closing the door, she turned around and walked back to her bed, having to exercise caution not to let her new center of gravity force her to fall down in order to get acquainted with her new height; that said, she did bend down in the most suggestive way possible purely to test out how it would feel to let her new girls hang down, with the result being powerful enough that Xili had to halt her plans for a couple of minutes in order to give her hands and nipples some fresh exercise. Once that was taken care of, the chee picked up the monkey’s paw and wished upon a second time, once more wording her request in a way that was eminently abusable and prone to bite her in the butt down the line: “Make my clothes always fit my body perfectly.”

She was playing with fire and she knew it, but she didn’t care. With the widest, toothiest grin, the dracat dropped the paw, now holding up only a single finger, and turned to face her wardrobe once again; just as planned, her closing the door meant that, when she opened it for the second time, the interior was not only quite a bit larger than it had been before (despite the actual frame not changing in volume), but its contents were remarkably… unique, to put it lightly. The tight pants remained as a holdover from her previous stock, though obviously of a much larger size to help accommodate her new and improved bottom half, but rather than the endless collection of novelty shirts and loose hoodies she had for her upper body, now her wardrobe presented a rather curious collection of sweatshirts, sweaters and button-up shirts that seemed almost designed to accentuate a certain pair of somethings that now adorned her torso. In fact, when she bothered to pick one of the latter in order to see how it looked, Xili couldn’t help but notice that the buttons were sized and spaced in such a way that, unless she wore something underneath them, the stretched-out holes created by her bust’s size were large enough that parts of her tits actually bulged out from within the shirt itself, practically oozing outwards and begging to be set free… yet somehow, it didn’t feel constricting or uncomfortable. Despite looking like she was one bad move away from bursting open every button on that thing, the dracat found it to be remarkably comfy, doubly so once she picked a sweater up and somehow managed to get it to fit over the first layer; at that point, the urge to look at herself in profile became irresistible, and seeing as the wardrobe appeared to have become some sort of walk-in, dimensionally compressed version of herself, Xili stepped inside to find where the mirror was at. Thirty seconds later she was standing in front of it, looking at her figure from the side and quite openly licking her lips at what she was seeing: a bust and rear that jutted out so much from her that she couldn’t avoid placing one hand on each, with curves and an hourglass figure that most people looking for that aesthetic would kill for. And the best part? This was just her wish.

The comeuppance was still to come!

The dracat was beside herself with joy; her wish had come true, her body was exactly the way she liked it, and if she wasn’t mistaken, her tits were even starting to feel the slightest bit heavier thanks to the unmistakable presence of what had to be milk; while she would’ve loved nothing more than to give up to the whole “laden with cream” thing she so desperately wanted to experience, even the lusty cat had to stop at some point and remember she had a life to live outside of her sexual fantasies, and having to stop and drain herself every hour or so, while hot enough that her face was burning just from thinking about it, wasn’t exactly convenient. Thus, her body responded by giving her just enough to notice that it was there, but not enough that it would get in the way, just like a wish ready to backfire would. At that point, she was just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

When it didn’t, and instead Xili found herself staring at nothing for a good half an hour, she decided that, if anything bad was going to happen, it certainly wouldn’t take place with her wasting her time doing nothing but looking ahead at infinity inside the comfort of her own home; after all, the monkey’s paw job was to ensure that her wish backfired in the worst way possible, so if her desires were built entirely around a need for her to show off and assert herself, what better way for her to force the backfiring than by heading out and giving the world a good look at her new self? She was hankering for an opportunity to feel herself as well; never in her life had she carried around such a high amount of wobbling pudge, and if there was anything that the dracat was hoping to experience, it was the bouncing. Indeed, it didn’t take long before the sheer size of her made this quite evident, especially considering she hadn’t worn a bra underneath her sweater and button-up shirt, allowing her girls to freely sway up and down and side to side with each step she took down the stairs; they should have weighed heavily on her back, even been slightly painful from how enormous they were, but they… didn’t. If anything, Xili had never felt so comfortable, though whether that was a direct effect of the wish leaving her at nine-foot tall or just the adrenaline and serotonin high she was riding was still up in the air. Regardless, with nothing better to do, the chee opened the front door and then initiated the long, arduous procedure of squeezing herself through it.

Leaving her room was easy enough, seeing as, for whatever reason, the first floor’s ceiling was higher than the one on the ground floor, giving her a bit more room to crab-walk out into the landing and then hop down the stairwell. The front door though, that was a different matter altogether, not at all made easier by the fact that Xili felt increasingly aroused at the sight of herself being so immensely tall that the very top of the doorframe was only about as high as the middle of her torso… give or take, it was hard to measure with that bust of hers in the way. It took a long time before she even found a way to get through that wouldn’t involve twisting and bending her spine out of shape, and even then she almost collapsed onto the ground outside after mistiming a push, but a good ten minutes of effort and a hell of a lot of grunting later, Xili had extricated herself from within the tight confines of her house and was now out in the big wide world, her body fully revealed for all to see. After such a cramped passage, the first thing the dracat did was allow her wings to open up and spread out all around her, creating a gust of wind powerful enough to send wisps of snow flying every direction, not to mention attracting the attention of just about everyone else on the street nearby. She felt free, more powerful than ever, and when she turned her face towards the sky, breathing in the cold yet welcoming winter air, Xili felt like she could take on the whole world… and her body reacted accordingly.

It wasn’t too much, just enough that she noticed it happening. No sooner had she formulated the thought, no sooner had she thought of how amazing it was going to be to just walk somewhere and stun everyone by merely existing, that her body gave her exactly what she wanted: the dracat heard herself groaning quietly (or perhaps it was her clothes before they adjusted) as she gained a few extra inches in height, moving upwards just as her wings took up even more space on either side of her, easily reaching ten feet in height and about double that in sheer wingspan. The sloshing in her chest grew louder still as her breasts expanded to take up more room, now fully capable of completely obscuring her torso even while stuffed into two layers of clothes, at least until the chee squeezed both of them while licking her lips, adding just enough of an extra for that delicious half a foot of backboob on either side of her torso. Down below, even her enhanced and monkey’s paw’d pants weren’t enough to hide the growing muffin-top she had on display, thighs bulging out so much that a few rips and tears were opened in the stretched-out denim. She was gorgeous, and the shoe hadn’t even plummeted completely! The significance of her poor wording back in her room hadn’t quite hit her though, leaving Xili to merely speculate on why her body had reacted the way that it did, but if there was one thing she knew for a fact, it was that she was nothing short of a bombshell at that point, and not showing off to the world would be the biggest crime she could commit. Thus, the dracat brought her wings back, turned around to face the street, and began walking down to the nearest commercial district, where at least she’d be able to find enough of an audience that her body could truly shine.

It was everything that she ever wanted. Every step she took was turned into a sashay without her even trying, given the size and plushness of her thighs and butt were so much that merely walking normally was a thing of the past; this had the wonderful side-effect of further accentuating just how naturally jiggly she was, leaving each of her cheeks wobbling like soft gelatin each time she moved forwards, enough that everyone and anyone behind her would have their eyes forcefully glued onto it, some even abandoning whatever it was they were doing to follow that giantess as closely as they could without getting into grabbing range; who knew how that gorgeous amazon would react if someone actually tried to touch the goods? Up above, Xili was nothing if not giddy and giggly at just how much of a bounce those new tities of hers had; it was almost comical how much they moved around with each motion, how much they bounced and jumped around… almost, of course, because each time they did so, the only reaction they got out of Xili was her biting her lip even harder, her eyes narrowing even more, and her sharp hearing delighting at the fact that it could pick up on those two mounds’ liquid contents sloshing about quite a bit more loudly than they had before. Her tits weren’t just big, they were full, and far from wanting to empty herself out, the only thought that Xili could really formulate was the desire to have them fill up even more; true to the spirit of the whole thing, the monkey’s paw kicked back into gear quickly after, seizing the opportunity to not just drop the shoe as much as throw it at the chee’s head when it gave her exactly what she wanted and even more.

She suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, right inside of her ribcage before moving outwards into her breasts, so strong that the chee had to stop walking from the shock. It wasn’t painful so much as it was unexpected, though it quickly melted away into alluring once more the moment that she understood what was going on. Her bust was warm, delightfully so, and within a few short moments of the pressure dissipating she heard the sloshing of milk and churning of cream… disappear completely. Not because it had stopped, but because it was difficult for fluids to slosh about when their container was completely full. The dracat could hardly believe it at first, mostly because the mere thought of it was enough to make her knees shake, but the moment she brought a hand up to her chest and squeezed gently, thus causing the respective nipple bud to erupt in a short gout of sweet milk that stained the front of her shirt, was the moment she knew that it was real, that it was actually happening. She couldn’t help herself; her first reaction was to bring both hands up to her tits, arching her back forward to allow her bust to hang freely down, feeling as it slowly bloated outwards, filling past capacity as it gained inches in every direction, dripping with chee cream as it became stuffed so much that it practically ached… and when she opened her eyes again, daring to look down, she wasn’t looking at a damp sweater and an even wetter button-up shirt, but at a simple t-shirt with an impossibly low neckline, practically a boobwindow from which her bust could spill out from and overflow, a truly indecent choice of clothing if there ever was one, and the best possible choice to show off just how immense she now was.

Never in her life did the dracat expect to have a pair of breasts big enough to not just completely cover her torso, not just spill over her waist, not just be able to jut out a foot from either side of torso, but one that was completely full at all times, stuffed beyond capacity, and yet still actively producing, enough that there were two permanently wet spots on the front of her brand-new, stretched-out shirt from which droplets of milk kept falling on the ground. Despite how exposed she was, the chee didn’t even feel cold; her bust was so hot that it practically radiated enough heat to melt snow all around her, and when she took a first, tentative step with her new size, the sheer amount of motion that came with it, not to mention the low, rumbling churn of the cream inside of her, was enough to get from her zero to a hundred thousand in terms how much she was blushing. It was no longer about showing off now, it was about dreaming of her perfect self and allowing the monkey’s paw to run wild with her wish… but to do so alone would be nothing short of a waste of time, and seeing as there were already plenty of people trailing behind her, clearly she should put on a show.

A bigger body, that’s what she needed. It would ruin the absurdly overbloated proportions of her breasts, sure, but at least then she’d be able to walk around without accidentally bumping into people and probably cracking a few skulls. The dracat envisioned herself as she should be, a towering, impossibly beautiful chee of such immense size that even her enormous bust would hang a few feet above the tops of everyone’s head, looming over them and casting a shadow as wide as it was, even able to provide protection against the elements for whoever was lucky or daring enough to take shelter beneath them. And with this new size came new curves: a plumper butt, thicker thighs, flared-out hips that strained the wish’s ability to keep her clothes perfectly fitting, still going with the “shredded denim” aesthetic that seemed to suit her so well; after all, who didn’t like seeing a pair of legs so deliciously hand-filling that their supple flush bulged out from the holes in the jeans that barely failed to contain them? Even better was that those love handles were at just the right height for the little ones around her to reach out and grab, even if none dared to do so; Xili was a monument to beauty, a giantess whose purpose was to be gazed upon and adored, not touched like a prized slab of meat. She was beauty incarnate, and as such deserved the sort of worship usually reserved to more divine beings.

She’d get there. In a bit.