This is my part of the trade with  parkertheswordsman with their part here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61700546/ Please go check it out!

Beaux belongs to  parkertheswordsman

Beaux was invited to a company by the name of Exo Sphere who needed a test subject for him, things do not go quite right.
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An opportunity as he would call it, isn’t one that can be used for anyone. An opportunity used by only himself is what he can describe it as. It’s a chance of a lifetime that he’ll be making history by a long mile. Beaux, a skinny and fit 5’8 wickerbeast, had been invited on a grand tour to one of the most prestigious laboratories in all of the world. Its inventions have been known to change lives with rumors of test experiments getting the best out of it. He’s a white furry anthro with a dandelion yellow mane, a thick tail, sharp claws on his soft fingers, pointy dragon-like ears, sharp teeth with a yellow elongated tongue, and yellow coating on his hands and feet. Beaux walks down the rundown parking lot as most of the workers were taking the night off, well possibly as their shift was over before then as the moonlit sky darkens the ground. He should have known that this would take place during the night, knowing that he’ll be tired in the morning. He doesn’t fret or pout, more likely excited for this new collaboration he’ll be doing with the company, Exo Spheres, a name that he can’t picture why they’re called that.

The main door, a glassy sliding door, opens wide automatically as Beaux enters inside the cool-freshed room. He’ll admit that the interior decoration is way more sophisticated and fancy than he expected it to be. The enlarged room, or known as the lobby, had to cost half a million dollars to build. Just in the center of the room is the reception desk with a female hyena doing the night shift, tapping away on the keys. Nervously, the wickerbeast walks up with a weak smile on his lips. “H-Hi there. I’m looking for a….” In the pocket of his blue jeans, he pulls out a crumpled note paper with a note that had the name, time, and the location of a certain meeting. “A Dr. Stanford?” Beaux isn’t much to have a conversation with any confidence in his tone. He’s a shy wickerbeast but is always friendly when it comes to being a gentle beast.

The hyena looks up at him, no smile at all as it shows how much she hates it here. “Second floor, room two oh eight.” She tells him bluntly before going back to her work.

Beaux looks around for an elevator in sight as he can’t find one near the desk. He turns back to the hyena. “Where’s the ele-” Before he could finish, the hyena stretches her arm and extends her paw finger to the right, helping the wickerbeast show him the right way. “Thank you.” He says, leaving the receptionist alone. Just a few steps to his right, he can see the elevators just up ahead. His heart beat races with this enjoyment in his own system, as if riding a rollercoaster that builds up intensely. Just in front of the elevator doors, he looks down to his right to see the buttons. He presses the up button with his claw in which the doors open instantly. The wickerbeast enters the elevator and presses the button that should take him to the second floor.

The elevator was large, though it didn’t have those see-through glass walls where he could look out and see the entire lobby as he ascended. It went by fast as the elevator dings and the doors open. There wasn’t anyone outside waiting for him so he stepped out and looked both ways, hoping he could find someone to point him in the correct direction. Rather than asking for help, in front of his eyes is a small sign that lists the rooms and where they are located, like the ones he’ll find in hotels from 1-15 on one side and 16-30 on the other. The sign for 208, the room he needed to go, was telling him to go left and so he did. The empty hallway creeps him out just a tad bit, reminding him of this horror movie he watched last year. Though it never scared him much, he’s not a scaredy cat after all.

Walking down the corridor, he watches the doors carefully to see if he can find room 208. Once he reaches the door, he carefully knocks it with his claws, not to scratch the door accidentally. “Hello? Anyone there?” He calls out.

When no one answered, he worried that he might have gotten the wrong address. Yet the note he holds in his hand gives him the exact location he’s standing at. Soon, the door swings open surprisingly and a male zebra wearing a lab coat is introduced. “Hello! You must be Beaux! I’m Dr. Stanford. We spoke on the phone.” He sounded just as excited as Beaux is. “Come on inside.”

His hopes rise up again as the wickerbeast enters the room. Exploring around, the first thing he glances at is the fact that this is a chemistry room with high-class equipment, chemicals in bottles with corks to keep them secured, microscopes lined up on the shelves, and a second room with a glass window that reaches to both sides. “Wow….nice place.” Beaux says as he’s not much of a good greeting.

The zebra scoffs. “It’s nothing. Though I wished the higher ups gave me a bigger room to work with. My previous experiments have been…expanded to new levels.” He adds. Beaux wouldn’t care much about what he meant by expanded.

“In the phone call, you never said what the experiment was about.” As Beaux pointed out. He’s curious enough to know what he’ll be needing help with. He assumes that the other room, the one painted with a white coating which he found out was twice as large than the room he stands in, is the testing room. He doesn’t know why a room for experimenting needs to be that large.

Dr. Stanford sits down on a stool, grabbing some of the pressurized vials as he opens the corks carefully and pours them down a glass container. “That is a fact alright. This is a secret project of mine and I can be very paranoid when it comes to stalkers trying to steal my ideas, especially my own co-workers.” He explains. After he mixes the chemicals together, safe chemicals Beaux assumes, Dr. Stanford puts the container in a refrigerator where he apparently keeps his other creations inside. Replacing the container, is a small blue-liquid vial, small enough to fit inside a pocket. “This is it.”

Beaux shrugs his shoulders as he still couldn't understand it. “A….potion?” He questions. He didn’t want to make the zebra feel like his vial wasn’t enough for his satisfaction, but the scientist gave him an opposite reaction.

With a laugh, he says. “Oh no, not exactly. This is what I call, ‘The Heavy Weight Serum’.” A name like that, Beaux knows that this could be useful. “Before you ask, this serum will give anyone the strength of a bear, and mostly weigh as one too. Though not through fat, but through muscle mass.”

The wickerbeast lets out an amusing chuckle, loving the idea to be a muscle-building furry. “Mmm, and you need me to test it?” As he puts the pieces together in his head.

The zebra snaps his fingers. “Yes! I’m glad we are on the same level of understanding! When you were looking forward to experimenting with the company, I had to take that chance with you.” Beaux saw an advertisement about needing test subjects for various experiments. To him, he never found it odd they would do it publicly but when he sent in a documented form of answered questions about who he is and what he does for a living, it was like he was the chosen one. “All you have to do is to get in that testing room, drink this, and I’ll see about giving you some heavy objects to lift.”

He finds that task simple enough, but one question does raise his mind. “What exactly swells up my muscles?” He’s not sure if they would inflate or if something else replaces them.

“Juice.” It doesn’t go much at first. “This juice will expand your muscles and add weight to your body. Though afterwards, you’ll need to be juiced if you want to go back down to size.” He leads Beaux to the testing room where he opens the door, letting the wickerbeast head inside, though before handing him the vial. Once Beaux is inside, Dr. Stanford closes the door completely and goes over to his computer sitting by his desk.

The wickerbeast looks right at the vial in his hands, without any thought about backing out of it. He opens the cork, thinking on how he’ll be the first to become the strongest furry in the city without exercising nor using protein shakes. He puckers his lips on the open seal and tips his head downward to let the liquid spill down his tongue and stain his tastebuds. It had a blueberry taste to it, which was surprising. He assumed it’ll taste like cough medicine for the flu. With the vial empty, he puts it in his pocket safely as there’s nowhere he could place down the vial without breaking it. He waits for a while, looking at his arms to see if they’ll expand at any rate.

“Hmmm….nothing yet….” The zebra concentrates on if Beaux’s body changes or swells, which hasn’t happened yet. “Do you feel okay?” He asks, writing down anything that could be used for his notes for any future testing?

He couldn’t feel anything unusual besides the odd taste of blueberries in his mouth still. Beaux shakes his head. “No, nothing yet.” Though as they wait, the taste of the blueberries becomes stronger, like he was eating blueberries right now. “How long until I get the taste of blueberries out of my mouth?”

That question itself gives Dr. Stanford a confusing look on his face. “Blueberries? What blueberries?” The scientist probably had no idea about the taste, maybe because he never tried the vial himself. “That’s….odd.” His tone changed as he did notice something strange about the wickerbeast who looked right at him with the same expression, confusion. His nose was turning a different shade. Dr. Stanford could tell as a light colored like white can be noticed when changing colors, even from a far enough distance. “Are you really sure you are feeling alright?” The zebra quickly went into his computer and by Beaux’s standpoint, he looked nervous as hell.
The wickerbeast, who was oblivious to his snout, had thought he found something on his computer. “Yeah, why?” He crosses his arms just as the blue spreads quicker, taking up his entire snout instantly. “I’m not feeling heavy, Dr. Stanford.” He sounded disappointed.

“J-Just hold on, I’ll be right back!” The zebra darts out of his chair and exits his room in a panic. Did the wickerbeast say something to make him nervous? Unsure what to do, he stands in the testing room and waits until Dr. Stanford comes back to give him something good at least.

It doesn’t help much for the strange blue coloring to stop spreading, now that his face is fully blue at this point and goes down his neck and possibly his chest. He can be a patient anthro when it comes to large opportunities, one in a lifetime. Staring through the glass window, waiting for the zebra to come back, he never noticed that his fingers and hands were turning blue too, spreading up his arms to bond with the blue stain forming around his torso. The blue on his toes and feet does the same, going all the way upwards to cover his thighs, ass cheeks, and tail. It wasn’t long before his entire body was blue, even his own eye color.

Soon, although Beaux couldn’t tell, his jeans seem to look tighter around the waist. It pushes outwards in a squeeze with the button being stretched out. It gives the wickerbeast an uneasy feeling, like he ate too much or bloated gas. Though he ignores it for the time being, assuming it must have been something he ate. Besides, he’s too focused on his arms as he hopes they could swell up notically. His shirt rises up as his blue-furred belly seems to stick out from within. He didn’t even see that his sides nor his thighs looked bigger than before, gaining weight immediately. The button from his jeans gave up as it flew across the room and hit the glass window, cracking it. The sound jumped Beaux in fright and his body had a strange sound of sloshing like water. It did help relieve some pressure from his pants once the lower half of his body continued to grow.

His legs, being forced inside his tight jeans, looks like someone stuffed a large pillow in them. Since fabric isn’t as strong as metal, tear marks rip into the seams of the sides, leaving large holes with fur sticking out. “Guh!” The taut feeling makes the wickerbeast uncomfortable. It’s not long until those holes become rips in the seams from the waist up as it splits in half, leaving his enlarged legs exposed and droops down to his feet. And that’s when Beaux knew something was wrong because when he looked down, he couldn’t see the jeans at all. His torso, as if he had eaten a yoga ball, was rounded and swollen. Not to mention blue. “Wha!? What’s happening!?” This was the opposite effect he was supposed to have. He wanted to be muscular, not fat.

A large gurgle sound and an imbalance almost makes the wickerbeast lose control of his legs. He looks behind himself only to see a giant juicy ass the same size as his belly. He basically looked like a pear. “I-I need to get help!” Panicking, he tries to walk. Because of the fact his legs were practically three times the size, he had to spread them apart and walk side to side in order to move. His crotch was being pushed down by the expanding force, with his legs looking shorter and thicker each second. Arriving at the door, the first thing he noticed was that the glass door was too thin for him and couldn’t squeeze through. In horror, he realizes he’s trapped in the testing room. “Help! Someone!” He cries out.

He doesn’t know where Dr. Stanford went to or the fact if the scientist knew this was going to happen. The swelling beast stood back a few feet from the door carefully since the swelling wasn’t going to die down. He couldn’t bend his legs anymore now that they’ve transformed into two short and stubby pieces of ham. His shirt pushes up to his chest which started to swell out too, his once beautiful pecs looked more like taut moobs while losing Beaux’s ability to look down. Beaux’s neck widens as it disappears into his upper torso and if that wasn’t any worse, he felt heavy around the face, most likely his cheeks when they settled down on his shoulder blades.

“M-My face?” He uses his hands to feel his ballooned cheeks. They felt like he had something in his mouth, water-like. Yet his mouth held nothing except for the extreme taste of blueberries. Then, just as he is rubbing his cheeks, his fingers feel awfully numb like they’ve been tranquilized. Taking them away from his bloated face, he can see why. Whatever was causing him to inflate, it was affecting his hands and fingers. Each of his fingers were swollen like sausages, making them impossible to bend properly. The nails on his fingers sink into the inflating skin, causing tiny divots to form around. His hands were a bit rounded, almost like his body yet they stayed almost the same. His arms are being forced onto their sides with his shoulders widening. They get worse when they begin to expand from the upper arms and downwards to the wrist. He tries to flap them helplessly but the movement dies down as they get shorter, forming with his already spherical body. His back, both lower and upper have been arched outwards to match with the rest of his orb-shaped body, turning him into a blueberry of somesort.

His feet, which had been bloated with their toes inflated and nails sinked in like his fingers, couldn’t feel the ground anymore as his crotch had done the job for him. That’s when he noticed that he was getting taller. Though rather than feeling scared as usual, something in him changes. It’s a sensation of lust and greed. He feels more calm and enjoyable. Beaux knew now that he was starting to love his swelling. “Oh….yeah~” He softly smiles, watching his own head slowly sinking into a large divot around him. His paws and feet were at no use but to sink into his body. His shirt, which had tears from the bottom, rips in half just like the jeans and falls right onto the ground. “My clothes!” From a 5’8 wickerbeast, he’s about higher than a six foot, or even a seven foot, and still keeps growing. His body sways side to side, as if he’s about to roll around. But he didn’t care at all, he wanted to keep growing bigger and taller for all he cared. “My body is…juicy~ I can feel it~ I feel so….full~” He slightly moans.

Finally, Dr. Stanford arrives momentarily, though a bit too late. “Okay, I called for some help and Gah!” In front of him, inside the testing room, is a giant and furry blueberry that keeps on getting rounder and taller. He couldn’t see the upper half of Beaux’s body as it pressed on the glass windows. “Oh God! It’s getting worse! Don’t worry, I got a juicer on standby!” He shouts through the glass, causing Beaux to somewhat snap out of it. He doesn’t change his mind about his growth but he can’t let anyone know.

“O-Oh! Help me! I think I’m gonna explode!” He lies as he can tell his body isn’t taut for that yet. Just above his head is the ceiling which gets closer than a foot away from the top of his ears. Just as he could really touch the ceiling, the swelling finally dies down as he’s left about the size of a two story house. He can’t see much besides his blue-colored divot and the wall in front of him. Now he can see why the room had to be large. He flails his paws and feet, acting as if he wanted to be juiced. “My body….so tight!” He would say that as a lie too, but he can really feel it being tight, though not tight to pop still. It felt so good for him to just expand, maybe because of his crotch lifting him up or because the sight of himself going upwards rather than widening is what satisfies him.

Below him, Dr. Stanford had to find a way to get the blueberry out of the room without breaking anything. Though from the cracked window by Beaux’s button, it was already too late for that. “This is a disaster! How could this happen!?” The real question was why did he leave him alone in the room? Why couldn’t he call them on his phone? Otherwise, he would have gotten Beaux to a juicing room immediately. “U-Umm listen, you may have to wait in there! We’ll find a way to get you out of the room!”

For Beaux, that meant great news to him. Waiting a little longer just so he could enjoy his colossal of a body to admire. “S-Sure….just hurry!” He tries to act like he’s not loving it. The zebra again makes a run for it, though it wouldn’t be certain for how long. The blueberry wickerbeast hopes it’ll take as long as it gets. “Mmmmm, I love being a blueberry…” It’s the first time those words ever came out of his mouth and he does not regret it one bit. If he could, he would love to know where he could get his paws on that same vial he drank, or how to make it. If everyone else knew and felt the same as Beaux, this new invention could give the company the greatest fortune ever. Speaking of, Beaux finally figured out why the company is named Exo Sphere, or at least his transformation should be the reason.