It all starts with the uncorking of the bottle, the soft sound sending the flagrance of the its contents to my nose long before my lips kiss the edge of the bottle. Just a sip, a taste at the lingering thoughts that are washed away once the rich blue wetness splashing across my tongue. The feel of the glass bottle warming in my hand or perhaps it is my own warmth building with the excitement as the initial drops roll down my throat. The rich thickness of the liquid caressing as it descends. My purrs are quick to follow as well as the hunger for more of the sapphire nectar.

Depending on the unique mixture of this potent tincture, I might feel it begin in my chest first, or perhaps in build me from my feet upwards. Though it’s the anticipation, the expectations and the wonder that drives the onlookers to stay, their eyes lingering upon what they will. I feel it, the warm tingling sensation that is not at all unpleasant begins to fill me. The confines of cloth, leather, and lace begin to hug me like a lover’s embrace insuring every inch of their fabric is pressed against every curve. I see ears perking amid the crowd the soft popping sounds of my clothes becoming the first victims of my expanding form. I can feel the slight chill in the room touching exposed bits of flesh as I try to restrain my movement to make this reveal last as long as possible. Though my clothing attempts their best to hold fast and endure the overwhelming onslaught I can feel more of me showing through. The percussion of snaps, pops, and rips join the rhythmic song rolling from my throat as the coolness of air whispers though the widening gaps of my clothes. I can feel the stockings encasing my legs form runs along my calves and even split about my feet and toes allowing me to feel the soft wooden stage beneath their pads as they inch larger. My attention is drawn back to the bottle as I feel it shift ever so slightly within my finger pads. Those pads rub gently across the curve of the precious bottle even as the soft pads and fingers seem to lengthen and stretch, taking up more surface area on the fragile globe. Despite the fact that the bottle now fits within one of my paws, I cradle the flask with two for my clothing now hinders my grace as it reprimands me for my lack of decency.

As I raise the bottle once more to my lips causing my shirt to pull at my bicep, the strength and thickness of it splitting the sleeve to the shoulder. Looking over and slightly down at my audience, I tease the lip of the bottle, my thickened tongue swirling around the mouth of the bottle, gathering just the bares hint of the potent liquid. Even as I do so I feel the tightness of my chest growing as my bra straps begin to cutting into me with my every movement. My body pushing the limits of the fabric encasing me as I am sure it is doing so very little to hide the growing lioness within. I move to fill my muzzle with this ambrosia though I can’t help that it’s a larger helping seeing as my muzzle just a bit more cavernous that before.

Once more I feel the splash roll across my tongue, the mouth of the bottle sliding past my lips so as not to miss a drop of my draw. My purrs are growing louder as if trying to drown out the failing fabric as it sluffs off like the second skin to gather around my feet. Those large foot paws are spreading slight faster than before as the once sturdy wood begins to warp beneath me as I sway side to side feeling lost in the liquid joy rolling down my throat. The sound of the wooden floor protesting is slightly overcome by the sound of chairs being shifting as my once eager observers start to take notice of the growing problem in the room. Some watch on seeming in a trance by my sudden increase in size or perhaps it was the new state of nudity. My chest rose and fell as I breathed, taking a moment to no longer feel the bindings of elastic constricting across chest. Feeling the depressions my feet were making into the stage I stepped off amused that I could now straddle the stage beneath me. Looking out at the shrinking crowd before me and those brave enough to remain seated. Reaching out with a foot paw I teased my sitting spectators letting the foot rest in their lap. It was an amusing feeling as I could feel their thighs like little twigs beneath my toes and without even realizing it I could soon feel the arms of the chair pinch at my growing foot. I shifted my foot higher, pressing it against the chest of the patron feeling her paw continue to grow filling up their lap with my heel as I cup their head between my toes. With very little effort and press forward toppling the chair letting the little fur squirm beneath. I had to angle myself to keep an eye on the little fur’s face due to my swelling chest getting in the way. I could feel the moment my foot collapsed the seat of the chair making the fur prone beneath her paw. Not wanting to crush him I removed my foot and stood up straight only to feel the roof brush my ears. In reaction I bent forward lowering myself causing my chest to sweep across the few rows sweeping tables and chairs alike aside. For added stability a rested a hand paw upon the ground only to feel it land upon a table, my own weight crushing it to the ground as I adjusted to three on the floor. With one paw crushing a table my lavender eyes gazed upon that ever-shrinking bottle in my paws. The glass orb felt like a cold spot within the warmth my pads, and my big tongue licked my muzzle with a thirst for yet still more.

Fearing I might drop the bottle, I bent my head forward to gather the neck of the bottle between two teeth being extra careful not to break it. Tilting my head back, I let the sweet fluid rush down my tongue, its contents draining with each small glug the bottle made. I no longer cared to ration as I drank, the thirst and hunger for more demanding my attention away from the very few members of the crowd left in the room though I could feel them trying to move around various parts of my body in vain attempts to reach an exit. I could feel my body inch along the ground pushing and shoving bits of the broken stage away as well as crushing tables and chairs alike as I filled more and more of the room. I felt the bottle, though tiny and empty, press against my teeth as the rear of the bottle pressed against one of the ceilings rafters and this was enough to finally discard the bottle. I could feel the ceiling’s hardwood rafters like ribs of a malnourished fiend attacking my back every time I shifted to move, my body fighting vertical space while forced into an ever more prone position as I hunted and scraped the once long bar that hardly a finger length beneath my claws. My growing body was causing debris and dust to fall into my eyes forcing me close them. This only made me focus solely on the feeling of my body growing and swelling. The wood of the rafters rubbing and warping against my body. My foot paws pressing through to back stage, and the VIP lounge. I am sure to much surprise of those within were surprised to see a wall crushing paw push into their private space. I could feel my head press against the front of the bar, the glass swiftly succumbing to not only the press of my head and ears but the swelling of my chest that had little space to roam as my back and belly were sandwich between floor and ceiling.

A tightness that is akin to tight clothing began to cover me as the bar itself fought valiantly to contain the lioness within. With a boom and crash I could breathe again, though only dust and dust filled my lungs forcing me to cough booming street clearing coughs. Moving to stand, I could feel the remains of the bar slide free from me as I took my first step out into the street. The ground beneath my feet felt as durable as frost frozen grass as my foot paw sank into the street filling a lane with care swallowing potholes. Much like standing on thin ice I tentatively moved into the street feeling the nearness of each of the buildings flanking the roadway. Towering there, out of the corner of my eye, I could see into the offices of the high-rise next to me which only made me wonder just how tall I really am. Turning towards the high-rise I could feel my toes grinding against the asphalt, and my claws bumping road side stands. Wanting to admire my reflection in the wall of glass I took a side step farther up the street only my step seem to cause the road beneath me to give way and my out stretched hand pressed outwards to catch my balance. I could feel my paw into something then I could hear the object groan and bow inwards before breaking as if it was made of soft gingerbread. My hand pushed in through the guts of the building pitching my body forward, my chest like wrecking balls though far larger slammed against the on lookers of the lower floors. Distantly I could feel that my outstretched paw had sunk through the street and a nearby water-main spraying against my ankle and the back of my knee. Pulling my head back slightly I could see some executive looking into my window size eye and I couldn’t help but smile as a warmth came over me. I could feel my hand deep inside the building sliding upwards all on its own, my feet spreading and widening the holes they made in the streets below as I slowly rose higher.

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Mara Masai belongs to me

Art by  Bluari