VIP Treatment (Patreon Commission for VDO)

TAGS: Furrification, Transformation/TF, Growth, Hyper, Breast/Ass Expansion

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“A-are you sure this is ok?”

“Trust me, the boss is fine with it. It’s on me, alright? No need to worry!”

Those were reassuring words, and she trusted her friend, so why exactly did Melinda not feel the slightest bit more confident that things were fine, then? If anything, having her vixen pal tell her that she was paying for the whole spa treatment only made her feel all that much worse; what if she needed the money at the end of the month, or had a sudden emergency that pulled the rug from under her? There were so many things that could go wrong that Melinda couldn’t even properly put them all out at once, resulting in her worried words being mixed together into an incomprehensible jumble that didn’t even make sense to the vixen, Cynthia, who by that point was practically a master at deciphering her friend’s anxious mutterings.

“If I hear you telling people to stop, I’m bapping you across the back of the head, do you hear?” the vixen declared, firmly, in a tone that let her friend know she wasn’t at all exaggerating, “I worked really hard to be able to give you this, and I know that just makes you more nervous, but you deserve this, ok? You got me this job and I’ve been having the time of my life, so now it’s your turn to sit your ass down and let us pamper you. Are we understood, Melinda?”

In all truth, the young woman wanted to say no, but knew better than to protest when her friend gave her that gleaming, predatory stare that betrayed her more animalistic impulses. Though it pained her, and left her feeling considerably awkward, the human acquiesced, walking alongside the vixen and entering the salon parlour, where a team of assistants was already waiting for her. To call the blush on her face incandescent would be an understatement; turn off the lights and Melinda could probably illuminate the whole building with how hotly she was burning! Sensing an impending disaster, Cynthia snapped her fingers, signalling to the well-trained staff that they were to get busy showing her friend some love before she turned around and escaped their grasp; and indeed, Melinda did try and wriggle her way out, excusing herself with more nonsense words, before all-but being dragged into the nearest pedicure chair and ordered to stay put. Not the most relaxing way to start off her treatment, but it was the only one that the young woman would listen to.

It didn’t help that all of the salon’s workers were anthros of some kind, whereas she was the only human in there. Though Melinda never went so far as to admit it, as the mere idea of potentially discussing her sexuality left her mortified, she had always felt a certain attraction for furkind, one that, while she had never had the opportunity to act on, was nonetheless strong enough to occasionally seep into her friendship with Cynthia. At no point did the human woman go so far as to admit what she felt, knowing as she did that it would just sour their relationship, but it got hard at times, especially when the two got together more closely and she got to experience everything that the statuesque, excessively curvaceous vixen had to offer: the silky-smooth touch of her fur, the warmth of her body, her hot breath on her neck… and now it was that all over again, except magnified by a thousandfold, given that the human woman was about to receive a full-body treatment rather than just a tight welcome hug. It would be maddening, if Melinda wasn’t already too busy trying to contain her barely-existent lust from even starting to boil up inside of her.

The first step seemed innocuous enough: picking the new colour for her nails. As usual, Melinda stammered and stumbled her way through asking what the options were, with the fox attending to her helpfully showing off a whole palette of tinctures and pigments they had available, quite a few of which were surprisingly attractive for how garish they were. As usual, any choice that involved preening had to be coaxed out of her, and thus Cynthia took up her privileged position by her friend’s side, leaning down with a single raised eyebrow, a smirk on her lips, and plenty of provocative comments on the tip of her tongue. The process and logic were simple: keep poking and prodding at Melinda’s complete inability to withstand anything that might remotely be considered “improper”, and she’d eventually cave in and finally answer the damned question about what colour she wanted her nails to be. It was like a censorship trick, only more laborious and less likely to result in offended parents; feeling like just getting rid of that annoyance, Melinda picked a specific shade of bright, pale pink, hoping it’d look good on her after it was done setting in.

Of course, that was just for the final step; in between then and the now was a full foot massage and treatment, which of course meant having furred paws run themselves across her feet. This seemed obvious, and indeed it was, but to Melinda it happened to be such a strong… well, “motivator”, for lack of a better, more wholesome word, that she looked to the side towards her vixen friend, desperately begging for mercy; the moment she felt soft, silken fur on her skin, she was sure she’d lose control of herself and do something stupid, a thought that didn’t exactly translate well into her terrified expression, seeing as the vixen’s response was to tell her that William was a professional, and one of the best workers they had on staff.

Melinda looked down, her eyes wide, her mind absolutely fixated on the fox’s paws as they got closer and closer to her. She expected the initial impact to be overwhelming, overpowering, to be so powerful that whatever was left of her conscious self would be utterly shattered by a dream come true… only for it to be… good? Sort of good? Honestly, it was so underwhelming and anti-climactic that, for a few moments, Melinda genuinely smiled, content that things were actually going fine; that is, until she put two and two together, realized that the deliciously comfy foot rub she was getting was being performed by a fox with surprisingly soft paws, and the blush returned in full force, forcing the most hideous of sounds out of her: a single squeak.

It was so loud that William didn’t even hear it, and Cynthia flinched once before asking her friend if she’d said something, only for her reply to come in the form of her covering her face with her hands and shaking her head. The vixen scoffed and rolled her eyes, but did place a hand on the top of her friend’s head to give it a nice petting, which, given the circumstances, didn’t exactly help. The squeaking returned, this time in the form of a continuous, high-pitch squeal that merited an even stronger pet, Cynthia by that point deliberately abusing her position just to force her friend to calm down by sheer sensation overload.

She wouldn’t need to do this for much longer though, given what was going on down below. William hadn’t said anything, mostly because he chose to believe it was just his imagination, but it was becoming progressively harder to ignore how the feet he was massaging were getting… bigger? It seemed impossible, and yet he kept finding more and more of them to wrap his hands around, enough that it couldn’t just be him imagining things anymore. He tried saying something, yet every time he tried to speak up, his words were caught in his throat; what was he supposed to say? “Excuse me, Cynthia, but your friend’s feet are growing”? That was preposterous!

And yet, that’s exactly what was going on. The more he pressed his soft pads against her soles, the more sole there was for him to press his soft pads against, the more Melinda’s toes gave him room to wriggle between them and, perhaps most shockingly, the coarser her skin got as well. While initially it felt like a net negative, it became apparent this was just a transitory state in between her merely having skin and developing a fur coating of her own, which began to sprout in earnest about five or so minutes after the foot massage began. By that point, even Cynthia had begun to notice something was off, but chose not to say anything and pretend like everything was fine; surely those weird rumours about the furrification virus were just bogus, right? There was no way something like that could be true, surely.

As it turned out, reality didn’t much care for whether or not its inhabitants were skeptic of its ability to throw curveballs at them, because Melinda’s feet were growing, Melinda was starting to notice, and those weren’t human stompers anymore; it was hard to tell which species it was exactly, though judging by the fur pattern and the way those toes were bloating up, the closest that the vixen could think up was… hyena, probably? That’d be a rarity around those parts, so clearly it had to be their imagination; they were just hallucinating collectively, that was it. There was no way that even Melinda was now asking why her feet felt so weird or why she suddenly had an immense need to scratch something with them, nor was it remotely possible for poor William to have a foot so large smushed against his face that said face wasn’t even visible anymore. It took everyone involved far too long before they admitted to themselves what reality had been shoving in front of them for some time, and by that point there was very little they could do to stop it, assuming it could even be stopped at all.

What was worse, it wasn’t so bad that Cynthia even wanted to put an end to it at all; the way those beans looked, the smoothness, the softness once she got over herself and actually touched them, much to her friend’s consternation, left the vixen biting her lip in anticipation of what the transformation might do to Melinda. It was surprisingly difficult to focus on what was happening, almost as if a veil had been placed over her vision and the only way to remove it was to keep acting as if everything was normal, even when it clearly wasn’t; that the vixen was aware of this and didn’t find it at all odd was in itself a warning sign, but who was going to say no to those wiggly toes and immense pawbs, just begging to have attention lavished onto them? Besides, it was already time to paint her nails (probably), and they’d look positively adorable with the colour that Melinda had picked up!

The soon-to-be-not-human woman was taking the sudden change quite well, or at least as well as someone like her could, by having her mouth wide open and her eyes practically glued onto what was happening at the end of her legs. Rather than scream for help or continued to squeak though, she’d fallen silent, and as time went on and William too succumbed to the allure of working with a set of paws of that caliber, it became clear that she didn’t want to protest, a marked difference from her usual way of being. For whatever reason, Melinda seemed perfectly fine with this transformation, and even asked if they could get onto the next stage: the proper, full-body massage that she’d been lured there on the promise of.

The rest of the staff, who by that point in time had already fallen under the sway of the same pseudo-spell that took Cynthia and William, flinched back into action and prepared the table where their newest, best customer would be given the best damned massage of her life. With her toes separated by large cotton swabs and the pink nail polish already drying, Melinda did her best to try and stay comfortable as another set of paws worked her over; perhaps, if she knew that the masseuse had been muscled out of the way and replaced by her dear friend Cynthia, she might’ve protested somewhat, but seeing as she was now perfectly content with having her eyes closed in order to just enjoy herself, she remained blissfully unaware of what was actually going on.

Good for her as well, given that whatever had transformed her small human feet into colossal, heavily-disproportionate hyena pawbs clearly wasn’t done with her, and in fact had already begun to displace her previous form to make way for a brand new and improved one, curiously enough at the same rate as the massage progressed. The further up Cynthia went, the more of Melinda’s body below turned into a similar analogue to her feet, quickly leaving everything from the knee down looking like it belonged on an entirely different person and species; while this would be cause for alarm under any regular circumstances, these ones were anything but regular, and Cynthia instead spent quite some time giving that new fur a good rubdown. It was surprisingly soft, far more than it should be, approaching the exact same sensation as pristine velvet did; despite how shaggy and long it was, it flowed like water, allowing the vixen to practically lose her hands in the middle of it… and making her want more of it as well.

The vixen rationalized it as really being about her friend; after all, that fur was just so soft, so irresistible to the touch, that surely Melinda would also want more of it to go around, no? It almost felt criminal not to give her body exactly what it seemed to want, that being more of a massage so it could transform into its final, perfect form; and indeed, the more Cynthia worked on her friend’s form, the less it resembled that of a human and the more traits and features it borrowed straight from, she guessed it, an anthropomorphic hyena! Not only that, but she was growing larger as well; not as big as her feet did, but just enough that the pawbs that resulted from it didn’t look as disproportional. The transformation provided for a rather well-built frame that left all onlookers flabbergasted, muscle mass just appearing from seemingly nowhere and standing in stark contrast to the inviting touch of her delicate, yet incredibly tough and durable fur coating; Melinda was now a creature of extremes, and instead of halting the process before it went too far, Cynthia put renewed strength and vigour behind it, given that the next bit were her friend’s thighs and that plush ass of hers. To imagine what they would look like…

… was not necessary, because all the vixen had to do was sink her hands into one of the now-yeen’s cheeks and suddenly it was growing underneath her fingers! It was almost magical, the way that her friend’s already-tight butt just rose like dough, becoming more underneath her own, tender touch; it was enough to make the vixen feel genuinely inadequate for a couple of moments, just before she shook that thought from her head and moved on to greener mental pastures. It was a brand new experience for Cynthia, who had always been used to being the bigger one in their relationship… in fact, the bigger one in just about any relationship she had; the vixen was something of an amazonian beauty of her own, though she tried to tone it down unless it was absolutely necessary, so much so that it just never occurred to her that maybe that’s why Melinda felt so sheepish around her all the time. Now, however, now that her friend was becoming something greater than even her, a small part of Cynthia’s mind began to shout louder than it had before, a part of her that balked at the idea of no longer being the one half of their friendship that dominated whatever room they were in. It was dreadful, and not something that the vixen was at all interested in fostering, so she kindly swept it underneath the proverbial rug and did her best to ignore the occasional pangs of anguish that came from it; how could she ever feel bad about her friend becoming as beautiful as that? It was a shared experience, something they could both enjoy, not a dethroning or anything as silly as that!

As for Melinda, it’d be charitable to say that she was thinking the same thoughts, given the young woman wasn’t thinking about much at all. Her brain had conveniently shut down everything but the most basic of processes, probably to keep her from overloading on the sensations drifting upwards from her transformed lower body, maybe to keep her on hold until such a point as she could witness the glory that was her new form in its full magnificence. She moaned quietly whenever one of Cynthia’s hands kneaded any part of her, groaned softly when she felt her ass or thighs being squeezed, only to immediately plump up, complained when the fur began to grow in only for the noise to turn itself around after she came to realize how silky and smooth it was. A few minutes later and everything below the waistline had been brought out to see the world, the new Melinda, the real Melinda, the one that had been hiding inside of her frail body all those years. It left her looking extremely unbalanced, with her diminutive upper body attached to an ass big enough to break through doorways and a set of flared hips and thickest thighs that would make even the hardiest of souls faint at the mere sight of them; Cynthia just barely avoided this fate precisely because she was wrist-deep into that plushness, and knew that it would be a grave disservice to just stop now of all times. Though her eyes began to glaze over, and her hands were going limp and numb underneath the onslaught of tactile sensations provided by Melinda’s new self, she kept going, because now it was time to move onto the other half of her friend’s transformation.

Not that it was all pudge and softness of course; though the former human was mostly dominated by the kind of eye-catching curvaceousness that would make most knees wobble and shake, it was undeniable that her muscle tone had received a large boost to it as well, enough that, were one to truly admire those legs, they’d be torn between wanting to hug them and carefully avoiding anything within kicking range… not that Melinda would ever harm anyone like that; the mere thought of making someone sort of sad was already enough to lead her to a blind panic, much less causing physical harm. The same pattern repeated itself as soon as Cynthia got to handle her midriff, which sprouted easily into a much larger version of itself, and almost instantly began to chisel itself out in order to house a magnificently ripped six-pack of abs that, quite frankly, the vixen had to stop in order to admire; goodness gracious, she could probably grind cheese on those things and it would probably melt, and to think she could actually touch them… though, on second thought, it was perhaps best that she didn’t; such power could very well destroy whatever was left of her own mind. Such abs were not meant to be touched by mortal hands. Those breasts, on the other hand…

The vixen trembled at the mere thought of what the transformation might do to a bosom that, to be frank, hadn’t quite been there for most of Melinda’s life. If it followed in the rest of her transformation’s logic, then the vixen could only assume that it would end up as a bountiful, full, stuffed pair of mounds that would cause anyone who gazed upon them to go so weak-kneed they could barely even stand; and if ever there was a reason to do something, then this was it, right there in front of her. With a glimmer in her eyes and a new nimbleness to her fingers, Cynthia dug deep into her friend’s bust, hoping to bring out the best that she could; much like with the abs and toned belly below, the results came around almost instantly, providing some much-needed motivation for a vixen that was quickly losing all ability to think straight, much less carry on with a massage. It seemed that each squeeze gave her friend a new cup size, each tug and push and pull made the initially-quiet slosh emanating from the inside to become just a bit louder, until those things were openly churning with their creamy contents. Some more effort and the first droplets began to surface on the tip of her engorging nipples, and a little bit more allowed her to begin leaking in earnest, with thin, white streaks falling off the sides of her increasingly-larger bust. Cynthia found herself openly salivating at what she was seeing, what she was touching; Melinda was now at least as big as she herself was, if not bigger still, and yet the transformation was clearly not done with her. The more the vixen silently begged for that body to keep growing, the more it did, providing for endless entertainment and a source of arousal that seemed intent on never letting go.

By the time Cynthia was… well, not “done” per se, but at least satisfied enough that she could keep going, there was very little of Melinda’s torso exposed to the outside world anymore; the vixen may have gone a bit overboard with how enthusiastic her kneading became, resulting in a chest so ample, so bountiful, that even if it wasn’t constantly bloating and filling with milk, thus requiring two more staff members to help drain them, each breast would still be big enough to cover most of her friend’s upper body. Cynthia didn’t particularly mind; if Melinda hadn’t said anything so far, then clearly she wasn’t going to complain afterwards. Not to mention, now it was time for perhaps the greatest change of all, the one that would define her closest friend for the rest of her life… or however long that transformation lasted, at least: her face, and her head.

Looking back at her handiwork, Cynthia couldn’t help but wonder what would happen after she got done with full-body massage, because there was absolutely no chance in a million years that the woman that got up from that table would be the same one that lay down on it; if the changes themselves weren’t enough, Melinda hadn’t said a single thing during the whole process, betraying just how much more different she was from her usual self. Indeed, while the vixen wasn’t aware of it, the psychological changes wrought to her friend were substantially more pronounced than the physical ones, one hell of an achievement given what the now-hyena’s body looked like. Very little of the original Melinda was left in her head, replaced with a newer, more confident version of herself, one that could actually look at a body like hers and flaunt it, rather than feel perpetually embarrassed by its mere existence. She wasn’t even in a trance-like state anymore, that much had stopped somewhere in the middle of her breasts’ expansive upgrade; rather, the yeen was now fully aware of everything that was happening to her, but chose to remain quiet anyway, waiting for the very end. Her knowing smirk, that little twist at the edge of her lips, was all that Cynthia needed to know that her friend was enjoying the whole thing as much as she herself was, and thus the vixen embarked on the leg of their journey.

As she climbed up the vixen’s neck, it became clear that more surprises were yet in store, given that it began to bulk up and thicken out far past Cynthia’s expectations, and leaving her friend’s head looking even tinier in comparison to the rest of her body than it did before… though this was quickly rectified once the vixen got her paws onto Melinda’s cheeks, at that point having abandoned all knowledge of massage that she had employed up until that point; no longer would she need to worry about remembering what she was taught, merely to keep her fingers as close to that silky-smooth fur as possible, to keep running them through it, to keep making way for her friend’s head to match the impossibly-powerful neck it was resting on. The muzzle was the first major change, extending outwards with nary a sound from her skull, followed closely by the emergence of an incredibly dangerous-looking set of chompers that, if Cynthia didn’t know better, she might’ve been genuinely terrified of; each upper canine was easily as long as her forearm, enough to rip a gash through anyone that might go up against her if only the yeen wasn’t so placid and friendly as to be able to defuse any potential confrontation. And despite the fur on her face being much shorter than the forest of silk on the rest of her body, it was no less smooth because of it, and the glorious mane of hair she sported more than made up for it; it flowed down onto her shoulders, locks of it spilling from the table towards the ground, with a few select strands hanging mere inches from it.

She was… something beyond beautiful. The whole staff gathered around the new Melinda, eager to get a closer look, utterly transfixed by the sight of her: the excessive curves, from her enormous bubble butt to the pair of breasts that dominated her entire chest and threatened to also spill over the sides of the table, to the ridiculously overblown coating of fur that seemed to stick to their hands like glue whenever they got anywhere close to it… passing through the way that her musculature somehow managed to complement a body that seemed fit for snuggling, not fighting, all while her perpetually-toothy grin should look terrifyingly threatening but instead turned out to be more inviting than anything else. The hyena had become a creature of opposites, and yet, rather than them joining to produce something that boggled the mind and forced it to repudiate the result as some sort of product of utter madness, every moving piece had fallen into just the right place to ensure that Melinda, the new Melinda, was the single most perfect thing anyone there had ever laid eyes on. The differences merely filled in the gaps left behind by their companions, making for a beautiful work of art that offered no blemish, no imperfection; just pure, hard, loveable hyena.

And Melinda was well aware of this as well. She knew that her time had come, and thus resolved to put on a bit of a show for those around her, stretching her arms to the sides and making a big display out of pointing out how cramped she was now that the bed had become so tiny. Only then did Cynthia really notice how her ministrations hadn’t just transformed her friend into a hunky yeen version of them, but had granted them quite a significant height boost as well; stepping back to observe the results revealed that her head and feet were both a good yard or so off from opposite ends of the massage table, though Melinda had been nice enough not to say anything. Now though, she seized the opportunity presented to her and practically rolled out of it, getting on her feet and utterly flooring everyone present.

The staff had taken some time before they were comfortable with the idea of the vixen, what with her already being significantly taller than anyone else was and carrying her own bust with as much size as was necessary to smother anyone in it. Over time, they grew to simply accept this and move on, even if the customers weren’t nearly as able to hide their obvious arousal at her sight; the important part was that Cynthia’s coworkers had used her as a benchmark, a sort of impossible standard to which no one else could compare, allowing them to work on larger and more hyper customers without nearly as much of a hassle as they used to. After Melinda got back up, however, all of their expectations were utterly shattered, because compared to the new giantess, Cynthia looked positively tiny; the hyena even had to hunch just to keep her head from bumping against the ceiling, which didn’t help much since it caused the yeen’s ample bust to hang down and silently beg to be squeezed and doted on.

With everyone stunned into silence, Melinda gave everyone a big, wide, warm smile, and then immediately turned to her dearest friend. To Cynthia, whose magical hands had given her this new form, this new outlook on life; no longer was she the scared little girl who could barely fathom the idea of even so much as thinking about anything lewd. She was over that now, beyond it in fact, knowing as she did that such concerns were beneath someone as imposing as she was; not that this would mean any marked change in the way she treated anyone, but it was nice not to have to constantly worry over every little thing… and she had the vixen to thank for that. A vixen that, for some reason, looked to be a lot more attractive than ever before.

“Dinner and a date?” Melinda spoke up for the first time since starting her transformation, her voice still the same as always, oddly enough. Poor Cynthia was left flabbergasted by the offer, trying to mumble something about her still being on-call, “I’m sure your boss won’t mind, honeybuns! So, dinner and a date~?”

Tears were starting to flow. The vixen could only nod quietly.

“Wonderful! My place, then~!”