Cowprint (Commission for DesertScales)

Aleksi had no clue where that thing had come from, but one thing was for certain: she looked good in it.

A chance bump when cleaning out her wardrobe revealed to the lizard the presence of what was either a secret compartment or a section of the wood panelling that had collapsed inwards. Inside of it, covered in a thin layer of dust and a non-insignificant amount of sawdust, was a cow-print bikini. At no point did she either buy or get gifted one of those; she would never do the former and would certainly remember the latter, as it was one of the few “joke” gifts she insisted on never being given. Most of it was due to her rather irrational irritation at the amount of times it was suggested, which made the realization that she actually rocked the look all that more annoying; at some point, in the near future, she was going to show off with that thing, and was not looking forward to the amount of people she knew would start every sentence with “I told you so…”

Still, it wasn’t enough to quell her enthusiasm for finally finding something that adorned her figure that well; a small fortune spent on clothing that almost did the job, and now she just randomly stumbled onto a gag that turned out to be far more adequate for it. It’d be funny, if it weren’t for how it began affecting her. Normally she didn’t just turn around and go about her day wearing nothing but a bikini, especially not one as revealing as that one was, but it was just so comfy and snug that the lizard didn’t think twice before heading off to make breakfast. Certainly didn’t pay it a second thought when her body began to itch all over, and absolutely didn’t care once a small source of warmth began to make itself known inside of her torso.

No, Aleksi went about her day, making some pancakes and pouring some syrup, all the while making plans for her day off that didn’t involve dealing with her body being exposed like that. It wasn’t until she went to get her mail from downstairs that the reality of it hit her, and even then it took one of her neighbors gasping loudly enough for her to turn her head towards them for the “spell” to break. And while normally she would’ve been mortified to have been caught looking like that in a public place, Aleksi just shrugged and went back to her apartment, making a mental note to throw a shirt and some shorts on herself before doing anything else. For other people’s sake.

The numbing effect of the cow-print two-piece began to spread as Aleksi’s mind once again unfocused entirely from the fact her curves were now on full display; not only that, but she seemed utterly unaware that her body was beginning to exhibit a few changes if anyone bothered to look closely enough. It began with her scales, mostly around her thighs, either gaining a brand new sheen or softening so much that they might as well have; her body hadn’t been rough per se, but her scaly covering was noticeably smoother to the touch… and touched it was. Aleksi didn’t notice her hands were working of their own accord, moving down to gently finger and prod at her new flesh, bringing to her mind images of silk and warm beds, enough to flush her cheeks and cause her to moan quietly, a throaty noise muffled by her still-closed mouth. She experienced the full breadth of the changes before the next ones came knocking, fortuitously enough in the same area.

Now, Aleksi wasn’t flat. She wasn’t curvy either, but her body was no wooden board. Maybe in her private moments the lizard thought about doing something about that, maybe contacting a few people who owed her favours, perhaps talk to a clinic, who knew? Those thoughts swam around in her head with as much consistency as melted pudding; real life often took too big of a toll on her to let her fantasize about those things, and whenever an opportunity seemed to arise, something else happened to put a damper on it. Such were things, and while she hadn’t made peace with that, she had at least resigned herself to it.

Which is precisely why she welcomed the next few changes with as much downplayed enthusiasm as possible. Part of it was the cow-print’s odd effects on her mind, allowing her to see this truly extraordinary event as something completely commonplace, borderline banal, but she’d be lying if she said her eyes weren’t catching the differences and ignoring them at the same time. Why look a gift horse in the mouth?

Such were the thoughts Aleksi entertained herself with when her thighs began to expand outwards, gaining mass from seemingly nowhere. The bikini refused to tighten, seemingly growing alongside the legs it was wrapped around, allowing her to keep the alluring look intact while adding more onto her figure. It wasn’t too much, just enough to give her lower body a curvaceous, heart-like shape, closing the thigh gap until it was swallowed up by soft, dark green flesh. She took a few steps, ostensibly to grab something from a counter, and had to very carefully avoid saying anything or producing any noise, lest the sensations firing up from between her legs force her to embarrass herself further.

“Ok, that’s… that’s fine,” she stated to no one in particular after stopping, “everything’s ok, just need to… just need to hold on. It’ll be fine.”

She was convinced of that… up to a point. There was still that voice in her head, questioning why exactly she wanted things to stop when they had barely just begun, a voice that her cow-print bikini seemed all too eager to back up as it continued to enact its changes upon her form without giving her even a second’s warning.

Next to change was her ass, obviously; after the legs it was only natural for her to develop an adequately sized bubble butt. Instinctively, she moved her hands towards it, cupping both cheeks with as much care as she would handle a porcelain doll, fearful that any interference in this odd transformative process might influence or, heavens forbid, interrupt it. Better to let it run its course while she reaped as much of it as she could, which in this case involved feeling as her rear plumped up like it was being filled with two pressure hoses, rising like dough and softer than it, the lower parts of it even giving her thighs more of a booster in order to keep up with the new figure being built for her. In the end, she couldn’t help it anymore; Aleksi needed to see herself in a mirror.

It was a weird headspace to be in, fully aware that her body was warping in front of her eyes and yet perfectly willing to go along with it like it was the most natural thing. And good thing she did too, because the results were stunning! The lizard could barely tear her eyes away from herself and her bouncing, jiggling ass, marvelling at its well-defined curves, its toned look and even how shiny her new scales were. Truly it was a butt that anyone could love and adore, and her thighs only served to further accentuate her bottom-heavy figure, but it felt like something was missing. Almost immediately her eyes veered downwards and her hands cupped her breasts, pitiful B-cups that could barely fill a palm, let alone a hand. Aleksi knew it was coming anyway, but still wished from the bottom of her heart that the bikini do something about that; the neediness was part of what made it so delectable, really.

She didn’t have to wait long. The warmth and pressure climbed up her belly and towards her lungs, before erupting outwards and filling each of her mounds with the promises of growth and size. Her muzzle broke into a wide, toothy grin, her tongue licking her lips as she witnessed her bust burgeoning with newfound breastflesh, filling more and more of her hands. The bikini continued to hold, seemingly able to produce more cloth from nothing in order to keep her decent, even as her cleavage deepened and her tits widened, weighing down on her back and making for an absolutely wonderful addition to the rest of her latest asset acquisitions. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to leave her with a set of tits large enough to actually be grabbed, and all natural as well; a single step was enough to set them to bounce, and they were unable to stop for several more seconds than would be acceptable in polite company. Aleksi wondered if she should invest in some kind of restrictive bra or shirt in order to hide that aspect of herself… for about five seconds, before deciding to never commit such a grave thoughtcrime again.

A quick once-over and everything was perfect. Huge ass, huge tits, fat thighs and hips so flared that none of her shorts would fit properly; nothing better to start the day with than becoming unable to wear anything without muffin-topping! Even her shirts refused to obey her, with even the widest hugging her so tightly that she might as well not be wearing anything; not that Aleksi would mind, but it would probably end up backfiring to some degree, as for some reason, people had a tendency not to like it when others strolled around naked. So she put on what she could, shoved her wallet into the same backpack as her snacks (goodness knows her pockets were too strained to hold anything) and walked out the door, ready to hit the town and anyone that happened to be too close to her. She got her wish on the way down the stairs, when one of her neighbors was stunned into speechlessness when he saw her come down the flight, rooted to his spot with such strength that even Aleksi’s hip-check barely moved him at all. Even then the poor thing almost didn’t hold onto the railing in their haste to turn around, rubbing his eyes as if wanting to convince himself that yes, that colossal, hand-filling ass that rippled like gelatin whenever the lizard went down a step was, indeed, real.

Aleksi chuckled; this was everything she had ever wanted.

Once outside, the world was her oyster, leaving Aleksi to ponder on what her next move should really be. She had thought to hit the mall, maybe buy some new clothes that accentuated her form about as much as the ones she had on her without being so tight, but now that she saw the looks people were giving her, a new idea formed in her head: maybe she should try and flaunt it. Everyone was so busy giving her a stare or two that it almost felt like a waste to try and cover up… and besides, she was wearing a bikini anyway, so why not kill two birds with one stone? It was sunny, she had the whole day for herself and her libido was knocking at the door, so rather than do something she might regret later, it would be best to put all that energy towards something a bit more productive.

Not that this stopped her from taking the long route; Aleksi couldn’t get enough of the attention her new body was getting, so much so that she found herself stopping in the middle of the sidewalk just to give people something to look at. Not exactly what she would normally do, but this wasn’t a normal day anyway so it sort of balanced itself out. After a while, even physical proximity didn’t seem to bother her so much; a few brave individuals tried their luck “bumping” into her in a way that guaranteed they could get a grope or two, and despite finding the lack of a request to be borderline rude, the lizard couldn’t help but feel a certain twinge of pride at the fact her body was as desirable as that.

Certainly didn’t strike her as odd that she was thinking like that.

A few stops to take some selfies later and she was outside the beach, only just then remembering that she hadn’t brought a towel, sunscreen, or any of the things that people normally brought along to the sandy shores. No matter, she’d just… find a way. There was no shortage of salesmen peddling their wares along the boardwalk, and with a body like hers, coupled with a complete lack of shame only a transformation of her caliber could produce, money ceased to be a concern. Just stuff their face into her bosom and promise to do oh-so-much-more and she was off to the sea with a brand new towel slung over her shoulder.

As for sunscreen, that was the least of her concerns. The moment she took her shirt off and let her tits swing freely she already had a small line of eager petitioners wanting to “help” her protect her marvelous scales from the sun. Aleksi was spoiled for choice, and to a certain point even regretted having to pick anyone at all… but that was a cute little kobold there, jumping from foot to foot with the goofiest grin on his muzzle and his cheeks so red one might mistake it for sunburn. The crowd shuffled off looking like someone had just died when their curvaceous beauty told them all to scram; all save for the diminutive ‘bold.

There was something innately enjoyable about having someone that tiny service her. It was less intimacy and much more an affirmation of her dominance; used to be that she was small enough to barely register, but seeing as the cow-print bikini had also given her a couple of extra feet she just now noticed, the young man rubbing sunscreen lotion over his hands looked hilariously undersized compared to the gorgeous woman he was straddling. Poor thing even stammered something about removing her bikini, to which Aleksi replied by smirking and waving her finger from side to side. She wouldn’t stop him from getting his hands literally everywhere, but that thing stayed on. For decency.

Well, that and her wish for the growth to not be over. It felt too cheap to have it end like that; she was voluptuous, sure, and far more than her usual self, but it was… not done. She wasn’t finished, and though she didn’t know how she knew that, it was a truth. She knew it was a truth, and could only hope the two-piece did as well. In a way, her letting someone else take over the rubbing of protective coating was a deliberate attempt at playing into a dumb trope present in all those growth stories she loved to read; maybe, if she was lucky enough, it would come true, and the tiny ‘bold would grow tinier still as the flesh he was happily kneading bulged out and overflowed from his fingers.

For a short while, it looked like it wouldn’t happen. At least her attendant had incredibly soft hands and the knowledge on how to use them properly; it had been a long time since Aleksi had a massage that thorough, and with the larger amount of herself going around, it came at just the right time to help her relax into her new body. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, staying at that size; she was still big enough to attract plenty of attention if she bothered to go and get it, and if the kobold was any indication, there would be no shortage of suitors wanting to get close to her. It’d be… fine. Not great, but fine, and so she settled for a lazy day under the sun, making plans for what to do with that ‘bold later, when the two were safely behind a bedroom door.

Then it hit her again. And the second she felt the warmth rise up inside of her, Aleksi’s own muzzle broke into a grin of immense proportions, the lizard chuckling to herself before it turned into a raucous, joyous bout of laughter, startling the poor thing that had just been getting ready to move onto her breasts. The ‘bold slid off of her when the larger lizard sat back up, wanting to see just how large her bust would get now; he was about to say something to the tune of “Why stop…?” when he saw the reason right in front of his eyes.

At no point did it occur to her that she might make a few noises that were slightly past undignified. At no point did it occur to her that the process of growing even bigger would leave her so weak-kneed that she wouldn’t be able to move while observing it. And yet both of those things came to pass when her breasts began to surge outwards again, growing heavy on her back and inching closer to her lap with each passing second. Again her cow-print bikini continued to expand itself in order to cover her up, but the lizard could tell the process was starting to break down… either that or the two-piece swimwear was deliberately keeping itself smaller just so she could overflow from it, that was always a possibility; it was something she’d program into a piece of clothing like that were she given the chance.

The ‘bold looked up at her, not knowing what to do, only to have his hands pulled towards her bust. It was all the hinting he needed, the tiny thing burying his face in her cleavage and putting those masterful fingers of his to good use. It was beyond her ability to describe; her tits were already sensitive from the first spurt, so the second one drove them somewhere close to the point where any stimulation was enough to get her to grind her legs together and beg for more, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by either of them once Aleksi began to shift around in her sitting position.

Her ass, too, was being made larger, its rotund, practically-fully-exposed cheeks glistening in the sunlight and rising like dough. Aleksi’s hands, no longer being needed on her breasts, found something to do in grabbing that thing and squeezing it as hard as she could, until every side of her began to compete for attention within her pleasure centers. It was genuinely hard to decide whether to lose herself in the sensations coming from her chest or rear, with the thickening thighs rubbing against her lower lips being a very close third. Everyone around her stopped to watch as the amazonian liz grew taller still, easily approaching and then surpassing the nine-feet mark, all the while miraculously holding onto her vestments… even if they were becoming dreadfully undersized.

What once had been a proper bikini had somehow turned itself into a set of cloth triangles over her nipples, pathetically small compared to her full bust, enough that Aleksi, even in her near-insensate state, could tell it actually shrunk for once. The same could be said of the lower half, which had receded so much that her ass was basically on full display, and the whole thing only just barely covered her slit; the bare minimum not to have people asking her to cover up, really. She didn’t quite know whether it was because she grew that much or the two-piece decided to start exposing more of her, but whatever it was, she liked it.

It was all over in a couple of minutes, after which Aleksi carefully got up on her feet to survey the damage done to her. Each mound was noticeably larger than her head now, and carried enough mass that it was genuinely hard to keep her back straight. A few droplets were protruding from her swollen teats, indicating that all of that sloshing she was hearing was neither the ocean nor her imagination; that kobold was going to have a full day ahead of him of milking her into a tub.

Her hips were so flared that she doubted she’d be able to resist knocking them into every passer-by; alternatively, keeping her newest boy toy next to her only to force his face onto them would do perfectly. They complemented her fat thighs and enormous rear quite well, enough that the lizard had to slap one of her cheeks just to see how much it would jiggle in response. The final verdict: just enough to be truly satisfying.

Licking her lips, Aleksi turned to the kobold, who’d been watching her with his mouth half-open. She put on a show of bending down to offer him her full cleavage, giving him a few choice words about how lonely she was and how desperately she craved some good companionship. Frankly, all she had to do was swing her tits around; the speech was wholly unnecessary.

With the ‘bold adequately charmed, it was time for a change of plans. She had someone to share a bed with and nothing better to do.

Off to the pharmacy.