"My only request is for you to utilize this lance whenever you face the Gore Magala. In return, I promise a changed world."

The words of that letter that accompanied this Lance's delivery echoed in Reu's mind as he gazed on the still form of the Gore Magala, the simple lance sticking out of its shoulder. Reu had scratched his head at the request the Wycoon had passed on to him, but had took it up anyways. When he found the Magala, he managed to land the first strike on it, but the lance got jammed and wouldn't come free of the enigmatic dragon's shoulder. The Magala immediately passed out cold then and had been lying still ever since.

Was that this Lance's purpose? Some new way of putting monsters down? No, he could see the Magala's chest continue to rise and fall.

Reu took to pacing around the sleeping Gore Magala, wondering what it was that letter had meant by "changed world..."

The Gore Magala grunted suddenly and sat up, prompting Reu to leap back several yards in surprise, nearly stepping on his Palico. Ace Palico meowed something in protest, but prepared to fight for his hunting partner, as Reu was sans weapon at this point.

But as the Gore Magala got up, Reu noticed something off. It stared right at Reu with its eyeless gaze, but made no movements of hostility. Instead, it sat onto his haunches, mouth closed, and head tilting in confusion.

Ace Palico noticed as well and sheathed his Derring Lance, crossing his arms as Reu crossed his as well. The Gore Magala simply continued staring back at them, its feelers occasionally going up.

Then the Magala looked down suddenly, bringing Reu's and Ace's gazes to its stomach. The Magala made a sound that was half-way between a purr and a moan as it placed a fore-paw on its concave belly.

Before Reu's eyes, the concave belly became convex.

Gore Magala continued its moan-purr (a murr?) as its stomach grew immense, reaching the ground in mere moments. As its belly pressed against its legs, Reu noticed all four of its legs swelling in tandem with its belly, gaining weight in its chest in such a way that Reu imagined every girl in Val Habar would be jealous. The Gore Magala's wing arms gained considerable heft as well, visibly restricting movement.

As the fattening Gore Magala continued losing mobility and all traces of slimness, its murr strengthened. It moved both fore-paws to its expanding chest and looked at its biggening chest. (Reu wondered if they qualified as "boobs" at this point.) The Hunter and Palico did a double-take as they saw the Gore Magala's face... was it smiling!?

Ace Palico was the first to voice any sort of reaction.

"Well, that was... interrrrrresting," Ace purred. "Effective, but interrrrresting."

The Gore Magala looked at Ace as the smile ran away from its face. Reu braced himself, suddenly aching for a weapon of any kind. Heck, he'd even take that dagger and shield the Caravaneer...

"I... understood you..."

Reu gasped in tandem with Ace's exclamatory meow.

Gore Magala just talked!?!?

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Gore Magala/Monster Hunter © Capcom

This story idea is one I've been kicking around ever since getting my Zamtrios form. I may turn it into a fully-fleshed story later on.