scketch by me
story and color by  Mungkorn

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this began...
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You never thought that Beaucephalis could blush. The large-bosomed-even-larger-rumped drake seemed to exude confidence wherever he went.

But when you said to him that you wanted to live at Sun Faett's, the drake actually blushed. You never knew that his naturally-red face could get even redder!

The two of you now are walking down main street to his place, parting the crowds with your figures. With the humongous proportions of your tits and the mammoth wideness of Beau's ass, the two of you form a wall of jiggling, wobbling mass moving down the street. There's only a narrow margin for people to pass by on either side, but thankfully there are multiple levels of the sidewalk, allowing foot traffic to continue unobstructed.

Even with all those extra walkways, however, you notice people still "accidentally" bumping into your boobies. Each time this happens, you blush a little brighter, wondering if you've ever had a moment in this city underground without a blush coloring your wolven muzzle. It doesn't help that occasionally your boobs do bump into a building, requiring the assistance of Beau to walk around, sliding his wide rump by your mammaries with no small amount of jiggles from both your assets as he scouts the street ahead. But you do notice a distinct, darker shade of blue on his cheeks, nigh to purple that wasn't there when you saw him at the warehouse.

For the first time in a solid day, your own blush lessens as you realize Beau is flustered as well!

Silently cooing to yourself, you allow him to timidly pat your boobs in signal to where to walk. His room-filling rump disappears for a moment as he goes to the front of your breasts to guide you forward through a narrow partition, and you seize the opportunity by reaching to your bra-strap and giving it a snap. The string twangs against your bosom and visibly jiggles the mountains of fur that make up your thorax. You swear you can feel the warmth from Beau's face as his paw movements freeze on your cleavage.

"Ohps, sorry dear," you call, "my bra needed adjusting."

"N-n-n-n-no wor-wo-w-wo-worries," Beau noticeably stutters, his paw movements returning but shakily.

You giggle as your blush disappears completely. You feel like you made a fantastic choice in staying with Beaucephalis.

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"Ta-da," he says, flicking on the lights as he squeezes his arse through the doorway ahead of you. You're currently walking backwards to leave the room visible for when Beau did flick on the lights. "Behold my studio apartment and headquarters of Sun Faett Emporium."

You back up towards the door way, your boobs bouncing off the walls repeatedly, as you gaze into the room. You purr, however, when you see the walls and ceiling are extremely wide, but unleash a chuff as you realize with confused observation that the apartment seems a lot bigger than the building would suggest. Beau drags himself away from the door to allow you entrance, and you oblige him. You move your feral-portion through the doorframe as your grasp the doorway with your arms in preparation to squeeze your colossal titties through as well. Even with the gravity-negation of your bra, it's still rather a hefty weight you swing around on your chest, and as your boobs press into the door and around the doorframe somewhat, this fact is impressed on your mind even more.

You take quite some time, pulling and squeezing your mammoth tits through the door and into the apartment, but at long last your struggles are rewarded with the slurmp of wolven wideness popping free of the door. Owing to your tauren stature, though, only your torso tips back as your boobs shoot from the jamb and thud heavily to the floor. A distinctive strain bites into your back and shoulders as your bra pulls threateningly-tight with the motions of your bosom and you squeal as you can feel threads audibly tensioning nigh the point of breaking!

You still your body, not daring to make any movements as you allow your teats to slosh and quake where they crashed on the floor. Eyes locked onto the enormous spheres, you wait but with no small amount of pleasured sounds emanating from your muzzle. For the motions of your chest jiggling so immensely stuns your entire form of thinking so utterly that it appears you're comatose to any outside observer. But it is merely the intensely euphoric sensation that comes from one's own bust heaving back and forth with enough inertial motion to likely demolish a wall if one were nearby. You lose yourself to the sea of pulsating boob-lard as it flows into your mind.

"Enjoying yourself?" Beau says from behind you.

"Ooooooooooooooh yesssssssssssssssssss," you half-growl as your jaw hangs slack in unrelenting ecstasy.

"Heehee, I can see that," Beau says.

"I can't helllllllllllp it, it just feeeeeeeeeeeels so gooooooooooooooooooooood to be huuuuuuuuuuuuuge," you moan.

"Heh, why do you think I heft this thing around?" Beau says as you hear the slap of paw on scales, denoting that the drake had slapped his rump.

"I only wear his bra so I can move," you say, feeling the overwhelming flood of delight begin to ebb. As your senses return, however, your smile remains plastered to your muzzle as you tantalize your own bust with one hand-paw while idly fiddling with the spaghetti-string. It twangs, revealing the high tension the garment is really under, and you briefly wonder what it'd feel like to be holding your chest upwards when the garment snapped, allowing gravity's hold on your chest once more...

"So, uh, I noticed you got GLaDOS' treatment to enable mobility. It's, uhm, a rather nice bra you got..." Beau says, drawing your attention away to him. Still, your eyes flick back to your boobs every so often...

"Thanks, hon," you say, beginning to feel a little teasing, "all the better to push you between."

"Uh...? Yay?" Beau says, suddenly fondling his boobs, his face purpling with fresh timidity. You giggle and turn yourself, swinging your own mountainous mammaries towards him and setting them down next to the drake as you curl your taur-paws under you. Lying down your feral half, you pat yourself on your rump.

"In all seriousness, though, thank you for offering your own place for me to stay," you say, all flirting gone as a tone of gratitude fills your voice, "if I'm being completely honest, I've actually been completely and utterly lost most of the time since getting here. I mean, for one, Aperture Laboratories didn't even exist outside of the realms of fiction or even the manner in which I got here. And then..." here, you just simply motion to your body, primarily to the swollen hills of your chest, "...this happened. Not to mention shifting form twice. It's all a little overwhelming."

Beau's expression changes to one of calm concern as he walks over towards you, his butt jiggling and sloshing with each step as he comes to rest by your side. He doesn't necessarily "sit down" so much as he rolls his weight to rest atop the titans of his buttocks.

"I know the feeling," he says, "When I first got here and became anthropomorphic, I was admittedly a little distraught. Sure, I had saved my homeland before being teleported here, but I lost contact with my family and friends. But GLaDOS and all the denizens of Aperture made it rather easy for me, introducing me to the various cuisine and, heh," he pats his rotund rump, jiggling the globes, "the major effects it has on one's figure. You can imagine how hard it was for me to relearn how to walk, not only with a new stature, but a many-times-multiplied body weight. But it was a rather smooth transition, especially when my new friends started giving me food, complimentary of the city for new citizens."

"Yes of course, the food is so good here," you agree. "Especially yours, Beau-butt."

"Heheh, that's my name now?" Beau chuckles, "But yeah, thank you. Do you want some while we talk?"

"Is your butt big and blue?" you giggle.

"Hah, okay Judith, just hold on a moment," Beau says as he snaps his talons in a pattern. Your eyes turn towards the sound of bottles and glassware clinking, noticing a refrigerator opening automatically. The shelves slide out and robot arms spring from the ceiling, picking up the food items and bringing them over. Beau takes a cannolo from a proffered dish and offers it to you. Gladly, you open your maw and lean over to munch on it. Calmly chewing, the treat fills your tongue with the flavor of the cream and pastry tube around it. You swallow it and allow Beau to feed you the rest of it, chewing pleasantly as the first swallowed piece makes its way to your stomach. As it settles into your gut, you can actually feel it digesting and your lower-belly grows heavier. It's not much, but its noticeable now that you're paying attention for it. The second swallow confirms it as the heavy feeling returns, amplified.

"So, what was it like for you to grow so big so quickly?" you ask.

"To say my experience on that first day was mind-boggling is putting it lightly," Beau continued. "Here I was, stumbling about the town, unable to restrain my appetite as I lumbered from restaurant to restaurant, ordering as much food as my belly could handle and wolfing it down to the point of bursting. It was a surreal experience to see my belly not grow any bigger at all, even when I ate it to enormous distension. In a mere hour, though, my belly would be flat again. I didn't notice at first, half-drunken as I was, that all the weight was going to my rump. I'm pretty sure my friends knew, but decided to let it lie since I apparently wasn't making a big deal out of it. Albeit, my booty was steadily becoming a literally big deal, but no one saw fit to notice."

"Then what happened?" you say, almost whispering as his story enraptures you. You do notice, however, the effects of each of the cannoli Beau's feeding you as the fifth pastry falls victim to your teeth. There's an omni-present warmth in your lower belly as you feel something lightly squishing against your four legs.

"It was after my meal at the tenth restaurant that I finally realized it was increasingly-difficult to walk, more so with my still-unaccustomed-to walking stance. Of course, my rump was only half the size as you see now," he says, giving his posterior a wobble-inducing slap, "but it was still shocking for me to gaze back and see my hind-end took up a solid half of my line of sight. You can probably imagine how it felt for me, as you yourself went through a similar experience."

"Indeed I did," you say, twanging your bra-string and inducing a jiggle in your boob-fats as the clothing snapped against the surface of your furry bosom. "I can only imagine how it was for you to develop in the chest as well as in the seat oh-so-magnificently massive."

"That's the thing, though," Beau says as he hefts his boobs, "I didn't get these babies until later."

"Oh? Why didn't your boobs grow as big?" you say, genuinely curious.

"Well, that's because, uh..." Beau stutters, clearing his throat nervously, "Soon after adjusting to my car-crushing bum, I grew... curious."

"About what?" you say.

"Something that GLaDOS said on my first day, before I flabbed out in the trunk," he says, pressing his claws into his butt's bulk for emphasis, "she told me that Aperture had become a place where one could live out most any fantasy, that there was something in the air itself that encourages many things to manifest themselves; the foremost of which is secret desires buried so deep even the one who desires it doesn't even know. So, when my flanks were just about the stage-stealing size that you see before you now, that's when my own secret desire surfaced: to have a heavy bust. Of course, now that you've come shown me how wonderful it is to have a macromastic pair of melons of that degree, I may consider augmentation."

You coo lovingly as he feeds you the final cannolo from the platter and you swallow it a little quicker than the others. The entire tube slides down your throat, leaving cream on your lips as you smack them. You sigh in sated contentment as you feel the treat enter your belly and fill you once again with that minute feeling of weight. A faint sense of expanding touches on your consciousness, but it leaves as soon as it registers. Gazing downward to your feral half, you observe with mild surprise that your body is showing signs of, once again, attaining a rather astounding girth. That isn't to say your mammaries aren't an overwhelming pair of titans themselves, but your belly is definitely bigger.

It presses into the floor already and dimples against your legs with a definitive width that wasn't present before. The mauve stripes lining your gut are stretched out with the additional adipose now doubling your stomach's size. Beau notices your observance as his smile drops slightly, and you can almost see his self-confidence crumbling before your eyes.

But you decide to pre-empt him with a strike of your own.

"Beau, my dear boo," you purr, "are you trying to make a girl more snuggable? You only needed ask."

And just like that, his blush returns. He holds the empty platter up for the robot arms to take away and they return with another, full platter. But he doesn't start feeding immediately.

"C'mon, what're you waiting for?" you tease, opening your mouth and pointing. "My belly won't fat itself, y'know."

"Okay, okay, hakuna your tatas, girl," Beau says, his smile returning. "Just let me get some special assistance."

Said "assistance" is more robot arms with their own platters of food for feeding you, and you eagerly feast on the proffered foods. You've ditched all regards for maintaining a slim body for mobility as something seems to have snapped in your mind at the tastes flooding your senses. Food galore, treats aplenty, and hors d'oeuvres abound as you eat with greater passion than before. The flavors fill your senses and you feel yourself swelling out fatter. Your feral-belly billows out wider and bigger, making it needful for you to stand on your four paws. But even still, your abdomen fills up the space between your legs completely and you quickly find yourself standing on your toes to even touch the floor.

But still you feast, and strangely enough, your feral belly stops growing. However, you quickly discover there's other parts of you that haven't had their time in the spotlight of swell, and they immediately take their chance.

Your upper belly squishes gently into your boobs at first, but then a little more roughly as it, too, requires more and more space by the second. It presses against your bosom in a valiant effort to make its own area to grow, the pressure mounting greater and greater. You lean back, hefting your boobs up with the power of the gravity-bra and sigh in relief as your upper belly floods out to occupy the newly-vacant space. It balloons out to the circumference of a teenage seal, sagging towards the ground at once. But just as it sinks past your knees and touches the floor, competing with your boobs for frontal distance, you feel your growth once again cease in that area.

As you're opening your maw for another helping of the feast that you enjoy so much, however, you notice an absence of nourishment entering your muzzle. You close your mouth with a confused tilt of your head as you look at Beau, only realizing he and the other set of platters have no more food left to give. They return the plates to the sink and another round of dishes comes your way, but this time, Beau hesitates.

"If you wanna go for broke and become immobile again, I have no compunctions doing so. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy," he says.

You only coo in pleasure, wriggling your amplified heft and release a giggle, which emits a jiggling to race across the swollen surface of your body.

"Okay, I can see you wanna fat out," Beau chuckles, "but how do you want to gain? Do you merely want to blob out, gain a greater feminine figure, or do you want more added to your flanks to 'balance out' your boobs?

"Again, the choice is yours, just say the word and I'll stuff you so full of the appropriate food that you'll exceed any expectations of enormity."

A) Blob Out (All proportions will increase with significant increase in bellies)

B) Increased Hourglass (Boobs and Butt only)

C) Fatten Flanks (Rump only)