Jamie pushed the door open, her keys jingling as they hung from her mouth. The red-furred fox
pivoted and knocked the door shut with her foot, her arms full of groceries and, well... her own chest. It
wasn't easy being so big, but she managed. She headed to the kitchen, twisting around the furniture so
her muscular figure didn't knock anything over.
She set the groceries down on the kitchen counter and plucked her keys from her mouth.
Running a paw through the blonde hair laying across one side of her face, she rest the keys on a hook
on the wall and began to unload the groceries. She heft a big bag of cat food from the first bag like it
was nothing, her bicep bulging.
“Isabelle, where are you?” she called, looking around and making a tsk-tsk-tsk sound with her
tongue. “Kitty-kitty! I've got your food.”
The store was all sold out of the regular cat food, but she picked up a new brand, hoping
Isabelle would like it. The bag said it promoted healthy growth, so that was nice. After all, who didn't
want their cat to be big and healthy?
There was a little black blur as Isabelle appeared and leapt up onto the counter, investigating all
the new groceries. Jamie ran her paw down Isabelle's back, making the cat purr and press into the rubs.
With a smile, the fox scratched the little white spot on the top of the kitty's head and under her blue
collar.
While the cat was being nosy, sticking her snout into each plastic bag to smell everything, Jamie
opened the cat food bag and pulled over the bowl. She filled the bowl and tapped her claw on the edge
of it, making a sharp, glassy sound that got Isabelle's attention. Isabelle leapt down from the counter
and rushed to the food bowl as Jamie set it on the floor, beginning to gobble it up hungrily.
Jamie turned around and began to put away the groceries, letting Isabelle eat. The black-furred
cat happily chowed down on the food, cleaning up the bowl rather quickly and sitting down on her
haunches. She licked her paw and rubbed it over her head, happily grooming after her meal.
The cat began to feel a delightful little warmth in her belly, like she was laying on top of a
heating pad. Her purring redoubled in volume as the heat began to spread out to the rest of her body,
tingling her toes. She looked up at Jamie and squinted as the heavily-muscled and busty fox stuffed
groceries away in the pantry.
Isabelle felt a tightness in her muscles and got up to stretch. As she extended her forelegs, she
watched as they began to grow longer and thicker in front of her. The floor began to pull away. Her
body grew larger and taller, her domesticated softness replaced by a firm, fit figure like a tiger's.
Her paws twitched and shifted, bones beginning to rearrange themselves. Her dewclaws grew
joints and turned into thumbs. Triangular ears perked up as the same sensation rolled down her body.
The cat's frame was reworking itself. Shoulder blades slid up to her back and hips twisted to give her
upright legs. Her feet sprawled out from underneath her, leaving her laying on her belly in her new,
confusing shape.
Isabelle blinked her violet-blue eyes rapidly, becoming aware of what was happening. Looking
at her paws, she balled her new fingers and thumbs into fists. They looked like Jamie's paws. As she
curled in her paws, swells of muscle bulged from her arms. Biceps bloated up underneath a coating of
black fur. Her shoulders and lats expanded as well, rippling with muscle as they ballooned. Her
waistline slimmed, her skin and fur pulling tight against her midsection. Abs and obliques rippled
across her belly and sides, looking like fist-sized rocks.
There was pressure underneath her chest as breasts grew and pushed her upwards. As they
developed, her collar split around her neck, snaking its way down her body and wrapping itself around
her shoulders, bust, and groin. It fused back together as a sling bikini, providing the newly-anthroized
cat some modesty.
Slowly, Isabelle pressed her paws against the floor and pushed herself up onto her feet. Biceps
bulged and veins throbbed from lifting up her weight. As she stood, flecks of white fell down in front
of her face. When she reached up with a powerful paw to bat it away, she discovered she had a full
head of white hair flowing down to her bulky shoulders. She pushed it back behind her ears, feeling her
bicep rub against the side of her bust.
Her breasts were massive, stretching her collar-top to its limit as she breathed in. She turned all
around, looking at her ripped, muscular form. Playfully she lifted an arm and smiled as she flexed it,
watching as her bicep bunched up and throbbed with veins. She flexed her hulking quads as well,
feeling them tighten like steel.
With all her flexing and playing, she bumped her hip into the dining room table, making a loud
squeaking sound as the feet of the table scooted across the floor. Across the kitchen, Jamie's ears
flicked.
“What are you doing back-” Jamie started to ask, turning around and looking at her cat. Her
eyes opened as wide as saucers and her mouth dropped open as she saw her now “big and strong” kitty.
Isabelle blushed and smiled, waving shyly at her owner. “What on earth happened?!”
“I don't know,” the cat replied, the words coming to her mind effortlessly. Her voice had an
attractively silky and smooth quality to it, like a velvety purr. With a little squeak of pleasure, she
flexed her chest and added, “I really like it, though.”
With the transformation complete, Isabelle was even bigger than Jamie, towering well over her
and her ears nearly brushing the high ceiling in the kitchen. The red-furred fox stepped over and
gingerly held out a paw, petting Isabelle's arm and feeling the powerful muscles in it. The cat let out a
very deep and resonant purr from her chest as she twisted into the petting like usual. Jamie smiled,
continuing to stroke Isabelle's back, her fingertips slipping over the thick, corded muscles.
“I'm going to have to get a lot more cat food,” Jamie mused.

Story by  Cerine Hero
Art by  Dotintheparadox