The afternoon was going as normally as ever. Within the large outlaw campsite outside of Dr. Minerva Talos' tower, a cart ferrying crates and sacks of supplies was being unloaded by its Emerald Scarf crew, each one changed into their mutant forms to better hoist up the heavy loads. Most doing the lifting were brute type mutants, and the ones under Mercutio and Minerva's command all resembled huge, hulking badger creatures, their armour stretched and torn across their swollen bodies. One of these brutes, Carmia was her name, glanced behind her towards the figure of the Good Doctor herself, who had been quietly observing the entire unloading process to make sure everything was in order.

"Yo doc!" The gruff mercenary woman called out. "Where'd you say you wanted the paper again?!"

Minerva didn't answer. Ugh, Mercutio had told them that their employer had some social interaction issues, something about "Aw-Tis-em" or some shit. So the short stack might not be responsive to yells from across the camp. Sighing in annoyance, Carmia strode over to the tiny plague doctor girl, her hulking paws thumping heavily against the grassy ground.

"Oi." Carmia repeated once she eventually stood next to her employer, having to bend down quite a bit due to how much she towered over the small leather clad lass. "The box of papers, where d'you want 'em? .....Oi, hellloooo?"

The black furred paw hand waved in front of Dr Talos, but the woman still didn't answer, or at least not in the way Carmia expected.

"Nnnngh....nggrhff, no-no-noooOOO! MMMMnnnghh!" Were but a taste of the plethora of squeaks, groans, grunts and whines that filling the inside of that plague doctor mask, all mixed in with the sound of animalistic growls and snarls. Carmia's eyebrow raised in confusion at this weird reply, until she noticed something...off.

SNAP-SNAP-SNAP-SNAPSNAPSNAP

Suddenly, one-by-one in quick succession, the straps that ran across Minerva's boots splintered and loudly snapped apart, her boots visibly bloating and starting to strain against the feet inside, the bottom fringes of her coat rising up her legs. Both of Carmia's eyebrows then raised up, as she quickly realized that her boss was mutating, her flesh visibly writhing and rippling in her clothes as her body was bulging and inflating, straining the uniform tight as the lass was hunched over and hugging herself tightly. The lenses grew fogged from the hot breath, the clasps on the coat began to pop open, and the sides of her boots split with a "PAP! PAP!", exposing the trousers inside. Trousers....that started to rip.

"Uuuuh...." Carmia blinked, watching the previously tiny figure start to loom larger, and larger. "You....you good-"

"Gaaack! S-s-sorry just a second I- HaaaaAAGH, I can't...sst-st-st-stooaaAAAHHP!" The plague doctor suddenly cried out. "Muscle mass i-i-is....e-expanding too much!". Her body then started to swell, and swell, and swell. "Can't.... control iiiit! Can't...hold it iiIIIIINNNGH!" She clenched herself tighter, her uniform bursting at the seams. "Too....bloody....hoooorrrnnnyyyy! Feet... getting too....sexy! Can't! Hooold iiiit! IIIIIINNNNNMMMMMMMMRAAAAAGH! GrrrrrRRRRRRRRR- Aw crud."

RIIIIIIIP! POP! POP!

Clothing exploded right in Carmia's face.
Minerva's hat and mask snapped and flew off her beaked face. Her trousers ripped across her feathered legs. Her coat burst of her muscular shoulders. Her shirt tore against sprouting abs. Wings erupted from her back. Tail feathers plopped out of her tail bone. And her boots swelled like balloons until they loudly popped one after the other, splitting and exploding against glistening, swelling flesh, her thick meaty bare feet pumping and puffing out as they quickly pushed and ripped and burst out of her footwear, toes flexing and spreading as soles squished and inflated, the girthy hulking talons swelling and swelling until the once heavy duty boots were nothing but quickly shrinking platforms under her rapidly expanding feet.

With a flustered and thoroughly stimulated gargling cry of euphoria, Minerva's body rapidly bulged and burst out of clothes until she was soon growing to eye level with her underling, and quickly exceeding her height.

"Uuuuh....you uh-" Carmia began

"Grrrnnmmmph! So-sorry, sorry!" Minerva then spluttered, hastily organizing herself to have some level of professionalism. "Y-y-you needed s-s-something?"

Minerva was still growing, her outfit was ruined but her body was still swelling bigger, and the visual of the already towering raven still puffing out was still at the forefront of Carmia's mind.

"I uh....was gonna ask about the box of pa-what the hell was that?"

"Oh, um....that?" A deep red blush formed across Minerva's black feathered cheeks as she nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of her head. "M-my deepest apologies I-I-I was just....thinking about....girls...."

"Girls?"

"GIRLS!" The raven squeaked loudly. "Really, really sexy girls! Aaaack and I got carried away and then started growing and-Naaaw I-I-I'm so sorry!"

"Oi, oi, relax." Carmia interrupted. "You're good, we've all been there with this mutant stuff."

"I....I didn't scare you?"

"It was kinda hot actually."

".......oh..." Minerva blinked as her body finally stopped swelling. "Um....thank you?"

"Don't mention it." Carmia chuckled. "Now uh....the box of papers?"

"OH! Yes, bring those into my basement would you?"

"Got it."

And with that, the Badger mutant lumbered back to the cart, leaving Dr. Talos to casually scoop up the scraps of her clothes. As her feet lifted off the remains of her shoes and onto to the ground however, the cold texture suddenly against her now bare skin sent a wave of lust rushing through her leg and right into her brain, unleashing the dopamine right into her everything.

"Hoooogh!" Minerva moaned in annoyed pleasure, smiling warmly as she glanced down and wiggled her big, juicy toes. "Mmmph....oh why must girls be so bloody pretty? Honestly, all this blasted pent-up lust might cause me to grow to building size one day.....oh bollocks now I'm even more aroused!"

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For those of you unaware, Minerva is canonically a lesbian. I'm uncertain as to her romantic interests, like I'm considering polyamorist bi-romantic or just regular monogamist homo-romantic, but she's not pursuing any romantic partner just yet so for now we'll just stick to her being gay.

As for her type, she's well... I guess she's a bit of a monster fucker. She likes big girls, big mutated hulks of flesh and fluff, beef and musculature that's squishy and supple, because cuddles, hugs and snuggles are basically her favourite form of affection. But more specifically, she has a particular interest in big, meaty feet. Not any kind of foot mind you, the soft kind, the fleshy kind, the sensitive kind. Hooves don't really do anything for her, but big throbbing paws, seductive monstrous talons, or even just the humble regular human foot, those are what get the gal goin'. (And yes, that is literally how my fetish functions as well, but the entire reason this story exists is so I can indulge in my desires, so having characters that share that exact same kink brings out better opportunity to create more of the fetish material. It's my story, I will do what I want with it.)

In other words, she really likes girls, and she likes 'em in a very simple form: Big, Beefy, and Barefoot.

In fact her lust for big squishy feet sometimes gets so intense that her own feet might just start puffing out subconsciously, she's just as attracted to experiencing a transformation as she is watching one after all. Once she notices her boots squeezing her she'll think "Oh crud my feet are growing!", and then she'll start uncontrollably thinking about how big they might be, how swollen they're getting, and how cute and sexy they'd look if they rip out of her boots and socks. That would then make her inadvertently want them to burst out, so her feet would keep swelling and swelling until her boots start to burst at the seams, whereupon she'll think "GAH! M-MY BOOTS ARE RIPPING! MY SOCKS ARE RIPPING! EVERYTHING'S RIPPIIIIING HAAAGH! I'M GONNA BE BAREFOOT ANY SECOND HRRRNGH I'M GETTING TOO SEXYYY!" Which would then turn her on even more, which in turn would make her grow even bigger, and bigger, and she'll keep getting bigger until her bare skin's touching the ground. If she gets too horny, too lustful, too giddy for girls, then her instincts would go into overdrive, and no matter what she tries she'll start growing, and growing, and growing until her boots and socks "Pop".

She's still new to the whole "Liking girls" thing, but she has fallen head over heels for it. She blushes every time she slips her socks off. She moans every time she rips her socks off. She transforms sometimes just to enjoy it. She has wet dreams about suddenly growing so big she turns into a goddess. She writes fanfiction about girls growing so big they turn into goddesses, or just a goddess that can grow big. If a woman's wearing sandals nearby her autism will not let her gaze leave them. If a girl bursts out of her shoes herself it'll take everything in the poor doctor's power to not immediately join in. And gods forbid you bring jewellery into the mix, because the only thing sexier than a big swollen foot is a big swollen foot with a toe ring and an anklet.
Hell, even the Mutation in her bloodstream is like: "Damn this gal's down bad for feet." Yes you heard that right, the reason Minnie's raven talons are that huge is specifically because she wants them to be, whether she realizes it or not. In fact they are not only soft, squishy and wonderfully cuddly, but they're pretty darn sensitive and ticklish too. She loves being barefoot in raven form, and is incredibly fond of just how much her talons grow. And if someone gave her a foot massage, she'd melt into a euphoric mess from just how good it feels, assuming she's not already blushing and spluttering with flustered excitement from the offer alone.

So in other words: She really, really likes girls. And unfortunately, she herself is a girl. Sooo...sometimes she might find herself trapped in a cycle of "Gods I can't stop turning myself on!". Does that count as narcissism actually? Yeah she's probably a bit narcissistic honestly, must get it from her dad.

Happy Pride Month.

Enjoy a cute bird girl.


Artwork by:  50PercentGrey