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Macro March Mega Massiveness: Part 1 by RaddaRaem

Author's page: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/raddaraem/
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Tags: Macro, grow, growing, growth, wolf, sheep, leopard, rat, braixen, blaze, blaze, the, cat

Category: Story | Theme: Macro / Micro | Rating: General

Published: 2021-03-28 18:20:59

Been a while! All this month, and I'm still even planning on doing so later this week, I've been streaming Macro March requests. What you see below is all of the requests thus far! Hopefully I haven't lost my touch and you enjoy my go at

Edit: As it turns out I cannot fit all of the stories into the FA text box! A part two will come later on.

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Sonic Bwoomph
Requested by: ducky

Hands clasped behind her back, Blaze moseyed along her patrol route as clouds of dirt kicked up alongside her as her boots crashed against the well trod paths. A salt stained breeze, accompanied by the ambiance of the palm tree leaves rustling overhead, whisked along Angel Island as she did so.

Eyes half lidded, the feline sighed in relief as she fidgeted with her pony tail. The lull between Eggman's megalomaniacal schemes, and their inevitable failure, were a predictable and most welcome reprieve. Although...

Blaze skidded to a stop and thrummed her fingers along her chin. Sure, there was something to be said about the comfort of it all. The familiar embrace of the routine. Of scrambling to save the world on a moment's notice and, after running herself ragged, pampering and indulging herself as a reward after the fact. “...Wait. Why have I just been going along with that?” she dared ask herself aloud. In a pointed moment of self reflection she groaned at the realization she was all but enabling the oaf. “Oh my God. Is that really what I've been doing?” Blaze mrowled to herself. Just... waiting for him to get his ducks in a row before taking another whack at world domination that both she, and frankly he, knew was bound to fail?

Head cocked to her side, Blaze let out a disgusted sigh. No. No no no no no. No more of that. This time would be different. This time she could afford to be proactive rather than reactive to his world-ending, time line altering, and/or reality bending scheming. Sure, she respected the fact that the man had his hobbies and got back up no matter how often and how hard she dunked on him, but goodness gracious he could afford to take a hint.

Bouncing about in place, Blaze lifted her arms up above her and stretched. “Now how does this usually go?” she mulled aloud as she dipped to her knees and readied to race across the island. Lips pulled flat she grimaced as her mind pulled up blank after blank. Saving the world was... honestly muscle memory at this point. Mentally, Blaze sputtered as she struggled to consciously recall how she typically went about it.

Cheeks flaring up in embarrassment, Blaze opted for a different tack. “A-alright. If I were Eggman what would I do? I would... oh. Right. Steal and then flaunt some sort of Emeralds first thing that's like his schtick at this point.” Gloved hand held up before her the gears started to turn in her head as she proceeded to tick off the order of operations. “First, obviously, I would get them back. Mowing through a roboticized army in the process of doing so. Then I go Super Blaze after getting all of them. We banter and pantomime at each other every now and you know break up the tedium. And then... and then... oh right! Right right right.” Blaze shook her finger at no one in particular as the sea grasses and flowers crowded along the beaten path swayed beside her. “Then comes the final climactic showdown, usually in space for whatever reason, where I draw out the super secret power hidden away within the Emeralds of the week. He explodes and survives, somehow, and I sail off to a triumphant victory. We chill for a couple months and then we're back at it all over again. Easy!”

A petite smile creased Blaze's cheeks as she nodded proudly. “So with that being the case why don't I just lock down say... I mean it's been a while since he went for the Chaos Emeralds. Iunno, maybe he'll be feeling nostalgic the next go around.” Legs tensing, the feline bolted down along the path as a trail of fire followed behind her. Ashes wafting off the soles of her shoes as she hurtled across Angel Island's scenic shores at dizzying speeds. A rainbow of glints sparkled within Blaze's grasp as, one after another, the Chaos Emeralds simply cupped themselves against her chest.

“Sheesh this is kind of embarrassingly easy when there isn't a mess of robots to slog through,” Blaze mumbled to herself as she secured them in a matter of minutes. “Next comes Super Blaze but... I mean since I'm already at it,” she shrugged. The feline's form flickered, flame trailing off her purple furred form, as she vanished along the shoreline in a blur. Shards of glass pocking the beach wherever she tread as Blaze disappeared beneath the canopy of palm trees leading into the heart of Angel Island. Through the forest. Down into the cavernous and crystallized network of caves. Until finally, some moments later, she skid to an abrupt halt in the depths of the island itself. Where sunlight and ivy peeked through the gaps in the stony ceiling rising high above her. What little light trickled in bathed the Master Emerald, hidden away for the umpteenth time by Knuckles, in a soft and inviting glow.

“Alright now how does this go...” Blaze hummed and hawed as she meandered about the cavern. “Sonic mentioned this is passing once ages ago,” she mumbled to herself. Grand pedestals surrounded the Master Emerald, a total of seven in all, and putting two and two together Blaze slotted the Chaos Emeralds into them one by one.

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Tail puffed out and fur standing on end, Blaze fumbled for her footing as a terrible rumble filled the chamber. The Chaos Emeralds, radiating with a blinding light, suddenly surged up and out until they matched the Master Emerald in size. Their polished surfaces grinding against the pedestals they now all but overflowed as the air within the cavern crackled with an otherworldly energy and rainbow colored ribbons of light undulated about her.

“Wonderful! And before Eggman can even so much as put pen to paper I've already gone ahead and unlocked whatever super secret power the Chaos Emeralds contain.” Smirking to herself, Blaze rubbed at her nose. “The second he so much as announces his latest diabolical I'll have already stopped it!”

Hands resting on her hips, Blaze basked in the glory of her forward thinking heroing. What would have taken days of grueling effort and hardship had been knocked out in all of... fifteen minutes. Now all she had to do was wait!

The faint echo of chirping birds carried down into the crystalline chamber as peace reigned on uninterrupted. Blaze waited. And waited. And waiiiiited. Her tail drooped as the beautiful, perfect, and warm sunshiney day crawled along at a snail's pace. “...D-did I just suck all the fun out of this?” she whined as she clapped a hand against her forehead. Eyes swiveling up within their sockets, Blaze scrunched her lips as she looked to the Master Emerald now positively brimming with power.

“I did, didn't I? My goodness this is why I let Eggman keep at it in the first place isn't it? To give me something to do.” Shoulders slumped, she furrowed her brows at her already assured victory. “I mean if I've already gone ahead and ruined it for myself I might as well commit to it. Let's see what this super secret power even is.”

Stepping forward, Blaze planted a hand upon the Master Emerald and hummed as an intoxicating warmth flowed into her. “I know Sonic mentioned this let him turn into... Hyper Sonic, was it? What, Super Duper Sonic wasn't good enough? Honestly where does he even come up with these names-”

Hurking, Blaze doubled over as her feline frame erupted in flames. The warmth flowing into her became an all consuming conflagration. Biting down on her lip, she winced as the unchecked power of Chaos Emeralds surged into her with tidal force.

BWOOMPH

Eyes gone wide, Blaze billowed up and out as her shirt rode up along her chest and her limbs elongated. A dizzying sense of vertigo wracked and blurred her vision as she suddenly found herself having to duck down to reach out and touch the Chaos Emeralds.

BWOOMPH

Blaze blinked worriedly as her now very form fitting shirt creaked and strained to contain her billowing bosom. Her chest pressing up against her chin and all but blocking her view of the cavern below. “H-hyper Sonic is a perfectly good name!” she profusely apologized to the gems as stalactites hanging from the ceiling rattled free from the thooms and booms of her spoken word. Fissures radiated out from Blaze's deafening footfalls as she stumbled back within the cavern as she swelled unceasingly.

“Hyper Blaze is... y-you're taking this a bit too literally aren't you?” she acked as the feline was forced to a crouch. The ground beneath her buckling beneath her swelling soles as the imprint of her boots embedded themselves deeper and deeper into the bedrock and her broad back pressed against the roof of the cavern. Blaze, her ballooning form coming to overflow the chamber and beyond, grit her teeth as she could feel the roof buckle and crack against her as sheets of rock tumbled along her shoulders.

THOOOOOOOOOM

Head tossed back, Blaze coughed profusely as she erupted up and out onto Angel Island proper. Her heaving chest surging forward and bulldozing to mulch swathes of forest before coming to comfortably rest on the simmering sands. Pony tail bobbing behind her, Blaze laughed weakly as her growth tapered off and her legs kicked about the subterranean chambers.

“...God I hope Eggman announces his latest and great scheme and soon,” she sighed as she came to rest her arms upon her chest.

“Monologue? Check. Eggmobile? Fully operational. Minions? Armed and ready.” One by one, Eggman methodically ticked off his To-Dos. “Now who will I antagonize this time? Sonic? Ehh his banter and mine have honestly gotten stale over the years as have our conflicts. I mean I can only throw Metal Sonic at him so many times after all. A proper and healthy antagonistic relationship can't be forced after all. Mmmm... Knuckles? PFF. Where's the challenge in that. Tails? ...What am I thinking. I can and will do better than that,” he bitterly mumbled as he fumbled with his goggles.

Swiveling about in his chair, Eggman cupped a hand against his cheek and scowled. “...Blaze? Ooh!” The scheming scientist clapped his hands together. “Perfect! Know what I really feel we've got something going on there. A budding and thriving nemesis if I ever saw one. Why she gives me the time and space to plot and scheme and I afford her some down time in return. Let's check in on her shall we?” Hammering away at his keyboard Eggman hurriedly honed in on Blaze's last known location. “Angel Island?” Eggman sighed contentedly and shook his head. “Oh that takes me back. Come to think of it I've never put her through the paces of reclaiming the Chaos Emeralds have I?”

Repeatedly, Eggman tapped away at the Enter key as his satellite array zoomed in on Angel Island. His eyebrows rose high along his forehead as it, and the titanic and chesty feline visible from the planet's orbit, came into view. “Did she... did she try and thwart my plans before I could even get them off the ground?” Wrinkles formed along Eggman's head before he tossed himself back in his chair and clasped at his chest with a smile. “Ah she's a keeper! Just look at her! I haven't even done anything yet and my schemes are all she can think about! Does this shriveled and evil old heart of mine proud. Alright alright alright hold your horses there girl. I'll move up the time tables for your demise. Heroes these days, I swear,” he chuckled to himself.

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Big Deal
Requested by: Pinball and Mannoth

“Nooooooooo.” Bleating pitifully, Lucibelle dug her heels into the ground. Dirt accumulated beneath her soles as she was shoved forward by a winded leopard. A stage, surrounded by empty benches and chairs, towered before her.

“Luci you have to!” Tali huffed as she forced her friend forward. Hair flopped over her face, the leopard mrowled and mewled as the dainty sheep lived up to her stubborn reputation. “You're going to have to present your magical thesis at some point you know. And when you do you'll be doing so in front a of crowd.”

“Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.” As she drew ever closer bleats of varying tones escaped from Lucibelle's snoot.

“Yessss! Which means sooner, rather than later, we're going to conquer that stage fright of yours!” Panting, Tali slouched forward and grabbed hold of Lucibelle's tail as the Bergamasca tried and failed to flee. With a pronounced shake the leopard's padded palms jingle jangled the bell wrapped around Luci's tail. Nigh instantaneously Luci froze up and collapsed in on herself. The magics within forcing Lucibelle's form to compact inward and downward as Tali held the frost-caked and now doll-sized sheep against her chest.

Wrinkling her nose, Lucibelle harrumphed as her arms hung limply over Tali's own. She blushed when Tali nosed and nuzzled at her horned head in apology.

“Sorry not sorry but you're being very difficult right now,” Tali teased. As she planted a smooch upon Luci's head she giggled at the sensation of Lucibelle's conjured horns simply melting away. “It'll be a small crowd, I promise!” Striding forward, her cape billowing behind her, Tali meandered down the empty aisles towards a favorite and familiar haunt. Her breast filled with pride at the sight of her old stage. Once upon a time this was where the magically inclined leopard hid her mastery of the arcane behind parlor tricks and illusions. She still adored doing so and, honestly, put more effort into stage magic than the wumbomancy she had been born.

Though she had since moved on to bigger and better venues she refused to forget, much less toss aside, the homely stage where she had started! It was a living breathing part of her! Granted it... it had seen better days. Heck the fact it remained somewhat-ish intact after being repeatedly and accidentally outgrown was a miracle in and of itself.

The floorboards creaked beneath Tali's padded soles as she ascended onto stage and looked out over the empty crowd. Her heart fluttered, and caught in her throat, as she recalled how no amount of practice could ever truly tamp down her nerves. How her magics mixed and collided to delightful and oftentimes disastrous results. She sniffled and brushed at her whiskered nose. She wouldn't trade it for anything. That said though!

“How you feeling, Luci? As you look out over those empty chairs and rows and imagine all eyes on you?”

Lucibelle kicked her legs in protest while she wiggled and bumped against Tali's tummy. “I dun like it.”

“Well too bad,” Tali answered with a raspberry and a squeeze. “Seriously! It's a battle of the bands, Luci. No one actually expects us to be, you know, good.”

Pouting, Lucibelle nestled the back of her head into Tali's torso. “What if I make a bad impression though?”

“Well... someone is bound to make a worse one,” the leopard reassured her with a smile. “These are fun, I promise! You step up on stage. People forget your name no sooner than it's announced. You jam out for a bit then off you go! In all of a few minutes you're ushered on to and off the stage. It worked wonders for me just... being in front of a crowd that honestly didn't care. It's a wonderful way to work up to standing in front of one that does!”

Sighing, Lucibelle shyly wrapped her fingers around one of Tali's own. “A-a-alright. But only because you'll be there with me!” She bleated quietly at the nuzzles and positive reinforcement she received in response. “What am I even going to play though?” Luci bahhed as Tali slipped her hands beneath her arm pits and gently shook her in place.

“Why the cow bell of course! Or sheep... bell? You get where I'm going with this.”

Jingles and jangles filled the air as Lucibelle playfully bapped at those furred fingers slowly swelling around her. “Alright alright alright. What about you though?”

Tali's lips curled up into a proud and decidedly kitty-cat like smile. “I'll be handling... the tambourines! I-I like using them during my stage shows,” she shyly acknowledged. “Then Sven, who will be rounding out our merry band, will be on the lute!”

“Huh!” Lucibelle noted with no small amount of surprise.

“...He doesn't actually know how to play he's just too polite to say no,” Tali clarified with a nervous laugh.

“Ah,” the Bergamasca smirked with her eyes clenched shut. She huffed as her looming leopard took to nosing her once more.

“Feeling better though? I wanted you to at least get a feel for the stage before dragging you up here in front of a crowd.”

Nostrils flared, Lucibelle still couldn't stifle, much less swallow down, her panic wiggles. Her heart still raced at the thought of a crowd's attention focused solely upon her. The mere inkling of it made her want to shrink away. All that said though... this was important to Tali. And if it was important to Tali then it was important to her. “No,” she bluntly answered. “But I think I'll manage,” Lucibelle managed to reply as she tossed her head back against Tali and peered up at her spotted mug.

“Showtime is in half an hour, Luci!” Tali called up from her living room.

“I know, I know!” Lucibelle whined as she pranced about her guest room in a panic. Was she under dressed? Over dressed?

“Don't forget your cow bell either! Or sheep bell! Whatever it is that jingles!”

“I knoooooooow!” Lucibelle whined as she stamped her hooves. She loathed yet loved Tali's constant reminders. “J-just think. I'll be on and off the stage in a flash. N-no one will notice or care what I'm wearing or what I look like,” the Bergamasca told herself as she slapped her cheeks. “Instruments, instruments...” she mumbled as she rushed over towards her dresser. Her keratin tipped fingers sifted through and shoved aside the organized mess that cluttered it.

The homely little bell wrapped around her tail was a family heirloom, and a magically attuned one at that, that she couldn't dare risk playing. She'd shrink herself right off the stage and just draw all the more attention to herself were she to play it! “Come on there has to be something here...” she mumbled through puffed out cheeks. “Bells are a part of the family history! Heck it's in my name! Surely we have an extra one just lying around...”

A pronounced TONK answered Lucibelle's pleading prayers. Buried among unread assignments, syllabi, and crumpled letters from home that had been read and reread... the sheep happened upon a rather prodigious bell. Its timbre deep and weighty.

“Luci!”

“C-coming!” the shy sheep bleated out as she grabbed the bell without a second thought. Her hooves tunk tunked thunked heavily against the floor as she raced down the stairs. As the door slammed shut behind her and she trotted after Tali a handful of letters fluttered to the floor of her room. Leaving behind doting letters that originated from afar along with musings about an old and forgotten heirloom.

A muted but enthusiastic set of applause filled the air as Tali, Sven, and Lucibelle stepped up and onto the stage.

“Alright and next up we have...” The porcupine standing on stage adjusted his glasses as he stared at the paperwork in hand. “Blank. Because you guys forgot to submit a band name.”

“Oops,” Tali mewled.

“Everybody! Give it up forrrr Blank!” Shaking his head, the porcupine gave Tali a gentle slap on the back before slipping off stage.

Lucibelle's hand taken into her own, Tali ventured forth on stage with a flourish and a wave. Sparklers fizzing out from the cuffs of her sleeves as the leopard introduced herself with a razzle dazzle. Sven, lute slung over his shoulder, quietly moseyed into position as he simply nodded at the approving onlookers.

“Psst. Tali,” the white furred rat whispered as he tuned the strings of his instrument.

“Hmm?”

“What's the name of our song?”

Jaws parted, Tali's mouth hung open as she drew a blank.

“We don't have one do we.”

Clearing her throat, Lucibelle waved and wiggled Tali's arms manically as the sheep was but a bundle of nerves at this point. “HI WE'RE BLANK AND THIS IS OUR UNTITLED SONG. OUR SONG IS NAMED UNTITLED. WE'RE A BIG DEAL. I MEAN WE'RE NOT A BIG DEAL. BAHH!”

With a roll of his eyes, Sven set the beat as he strummed at his lute. Tali and Lucibelle both turning back to look at him as the strings thrumming at his fingertips sounded... not awful. Trembling in place, Lucibelle watched as Tali layered her tambourine atop it. With many a repeated bumps of the hip the Bergamasca brought forth her cow bell and began to timidly jingle it.

The crowd... paid little attention. Most of the fuzzy faces in the crowd were focused on talking amongst themselves and Luci could glean few, if any, eyes directly on her. Her heart soared at the fact. As her fears melted away she eagerly sidled up alongside Tali as she tried to find a beat that complemented her own. Her hooves stomping in tune to the tambourine as they belted out something remotely palatable to the ears.

As the rat, leopard, and sheep basked in one another's company, their confidence welling as they put as much thought into the crowd as they in turn put into them, they all but blocked out any and all reactions they received. They paid little heed to the murmurs and gasps that rippled through the crowd as the trio began to swell. Nor the buckling of the boards beneath Lucibelle's ballooning hooves.

Each and every one of them blissfully unaware of the fact that the cow bell was the inverse to Lucibelle's own. It's every chime and clunk and clank billowing and nudging them upwards and out. It wasn't until Tali's puffy toes nudged against the front row of seats.

Bunching up her toes, Tali bapped gently at Lucibelle until the chimes ceased. The sheep hummed curiously, unaware that they had overstayed their welcome, until she eeped at the stage below. Whining when she felt it crunch beneath her heel underfoot and spectators swallowed up in her shadow gawked right back at her.

“Sven!” Tali hissed as she tugged the lute out of the rat's grasp.

“What and ohh. Oooh. Oooooooooooooh.”

The bespectacled porcupine squeaked up from down below. “Is this what you meant when you said you're a big deal? Don't get me wrong like... it's really cheeky and amusing but our stage is splinters now. Which kind of sucks.”

“No,” Lucibelle whined.

“Yes,” Tali simultaneously answered as she tried to salvage the situation.

The leopard and sheep locked eyes as they hurriedly tried to straighten their story.

“YES!” Lucibelle whined.

“N-not exactly,” Tali tried to belatedly clarify. In tandem the feline and sheep inarticulately mewled and bleated at each other as Sven pulled them back and dropped to a kneel before the crowd.

“Sooo... pardon me if this is a stupid question but we're probably not allowed to participate next year are we?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Yeah I didn't think so.”

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Growstorm
Requested by: Lambi

Arms held out at their sides, unintentionally t-posing as they wandered into the colds of winter, Lambii boldly wandered into the muted and hilly landscape that had become their neighborhood. A cloud of mist wrapped around their head when they sighed. It had been... augh. They couldn't even remember the last time even so much as a single blade of grass graced their vision.

Lambii patted gingerly at their coat pockets as they checked and double checked they had everything needed for the harrowing journey to the end of the driveway. Boots laced high? Check. Snuggly fitting socks that rose even higher still? Double check. Big mitteny gloves? Obviously. Suffocatingly comfortable, and heavy, winter jacket that pressed their shoulders down into their torso? The vertebrae in their back, bunching together, wailed in the affirmative.

With an emphatic nod and clap of their hands, Lambii gingerly descended down their front porch. The steps having long ago vanished under a blanket of snow and transitioned into an off-white ramp of compacted together flakes. Wobbling here and there, their balance thrown off as the snow swallowed up the sheep's knees with their every step, Lambii's pants were muffled by the crunch of every foot fall.

“Mmff... again?” Lambii groaned as the faint pap and crinkle of snow flakes crashing against their coat registered in their ears. Here and there icy tufts of white collected in the creases of their sleeves, their shoulders, and even their wooly locks of hair. Slouching forward, the sheep grimaced as the world around them went quiet. “Better this than a Macro March storm, I suppose,” they reassured themselves.

Rolling their eyes, Lambii forced one leg before the other while their arms swung side to side. Carving a path for themselves through the snow and towards the hilly lump, sporting a barely visible crimson plastic flag, that passed as their mail box. A howl of wind sailed past, Lambii's jacket and scarf swishing violently, as the snow storm upped the ante and visibility abruptly cratered. Ribbons of snow snaked past them as frozen dunes rose and fell at their sides.

Deep within their pockets their phone buzzed to life. Frantically trying, and failing, to warn the sheep of the Macro March storm alert. Its battery draining efforts barely registering, much less felt, beneath layer after layer of puffy clothing. Then again... it was hard to feel much of anything under the circulation straining amount of clothing. Not the bunching of the sheep's keratin tipped toes within their boots. Nor the bulbous straining of the leather wrapped around them. Certainly not the laces of their boots buckling and snapping free. Then of course how could they feel those thick cotton socks plucking apart thread by thread as they ripped apart at their heels?

“Come on! Just... a little... further...” Lambii panted as they blindly reached out towards where the mail box, or mail lump, had been but moments earlier. Eyes squinted shut they failed to register the sensation of their gloves inflating and popping like a balloon around their swollen fingers. Or how their sleeves rode up along their arms.

“Work with me here!” the sheep wailed as a particularly pronounced, and compacted, chunk of snow crunched beneath their soles. Unable to hear the creak and crunch of metal and plastic tucked away inside it. “Augh. Forget it,” Lambii's voice boomed as the Macro March Snowstorm whirled around them. “It's not going to kill me to let the mail pile up for another day. Now uh...” Lambii whined as the bitter cold had still failed to seep into them as the zipper on their jacket snapped apart. “Which way was back home?” their sonic boom of a bleat asked as the surrounding neighborhood rattled and the sun vanished entirely from the sole smothered sky.

A pointed gust blasted past Lambii and the wooly customer instinctively shivered and wrapped their arms around themselves. “W-wait a minute...” Tuft of a tail puffed up, Lambii eeped at their now non-existent wardrobe. “Awwww. Those were my favorite boots! And socks! And... neighborhood,” they mumbled as they warily shifted in place unable to pick out suburbia from the individual flakes of snow.

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Monster Huge-er
Requested by: Adalicia

“Jaggi, huh?” Zigurd cocked a scale lined brow at the iguana like creature before him.

“That's right!” Grace proudly declared. Hands on her hips and spines puffed out proudly along her back, the imposing lizard lady held her head up high.

The Zinogre dipped to his knees and held a clawed and monstrous hand above her. Back and forth he eyeballed the difference in height between her and his ankles. “Not even a Great Jagras?”

Grace wildly shook her head as she allowed herself to be consumed by gremlin energy and hankered for a hurting. “Psh. Please. Like they could ever hold a candle to me. I'm more like... the Greater Jaggi! The Greatest Jaggi? Greaterer?”

“Uh huh.” As Zigurd sighed a trail of electricity and sparks crackled along his breath. “You look more like a Good Jagras to me.”

“Nuh uh!” the flustered lizard exclaimed as she slapped at a hand as big as she was.

“If I was being courteous at that,” the blue furred and yellow scaled canine pointedly clarified. “Honestly you might be more of an Okay Jagras?” he said with a grunt as he rose to his feet.

“Oh I see how it is! Scared that I'll sully that winning streak of-”

WHUMPF

Eyes half lidded, Zigurd repeatedly slapped his broad and fluffy tail down upon her.

“T-that was a cheap shot!” Grace huffed as she pulled herself out of the her shaped crater in the forest floor. “Wait until I'm ready!”

“Ready?”

“Always read-”

WHUMPF

Groaning, Grace remained embedded into the ground after Zigurd lifted his tail.

“Best three out of five?” he cheekily asked.

“Feh,” the Jaggi dismissively replied as she swatted at him while still buried face down into the earth. “J-just you wait! One day you'll see!”

Crouching down before her once more, Zigurd booped her scaly snoot as his tail wiggled overhead. “Why not today THEN?”

“I-I mean. You see. I.” The Jaggi wrinkled her nose and sniffled. “You're mean!”

“And you're delusional,” he sighed as he booped the Jaggi much more forcefully and all but compacted her snoot into her skull. “We've gone through this song and dance how many times now?”

Arms crossed about her chest, Grace wiggled grumpily as a thick pair of fingers plucked her out of her crater and set her back on her feet. She refused to answer and could do little more than curl her tail around her ankles at the heavy handed, but affectionate, pat she received.

“Do us all a favor and stay out of trouble, will you?” Zigurd implored her.

Blushing madly, Grace slapped her tail against the ground as she snuck some not so subtle looks back at the Zinogre as he stomped off back into the Ancient Forest. Resuming his patrols and keeping the peace among the monsters. As he vanished from view she slapped the still welling blush clean off her face and skittered into the undergrowth. Where the sun struggled to shine through the cloying canopy above.

Curled up against a cave wall, Bright Moss padding the walls and root pocked ceiling, Grace huffed dejectedly. As she slid one foot slid over the other she idly clawed at the rock walls and puddle filled floor. Poorly drawn representations of herself, strong and imposing and radiating action lines, filled the walls. Even more laughably bad representations of the myriad monsters of the Ancient Forest could be seen crowding around her oohing and ahhing at the most powerful among them to ever grace the land.

Sniffling, she reached out to wipe away the shameful drawing of her flexing and a not at all familiar Zinogre, hearts in his eyes, cupping his cheeks and astounded at her might. “Just an Okay Jagras?” Grace whined. “Hmph.” Tracing her finger along the uneven floor she let her mind, and gaze, wander towards one of the few drawings that was not her own. An ancient mural that graced this cave before she squatted in it and made it her own. Clambering forward she lowered her head reverently before it.

“Greatest Jagras hear my prayer! Won't you... umm... uhh... actually hold that thought. I'm still not really sure what to ask for and in the off chance you really are listening I don't wanna whiff on this,” she fumblingly implored as she clasped her fingers together and shook her hands at the massive and awe inspiring lizard carved into the walls. Angular and blocky white streaks of chalk comprising its swollen and massive form. A legend, passed from generation to generation of Jaggi, to comfort and console them that Great-er things were possible. That they too could be something other than the wimpiest of the wimps, the lowest of the low, and become more than the punching bags of the Ancient Forest!

Grace's jaw repeatedly parted, than clasped back shut, as she mulled making yet another wish of it. Sure, she had waxed at it countless times before and today looked to be no different. That and, yes, it had never actually answered her prayers before and had a track record as bad as her own b-b-but you never knew! Maybe she just had been asking it the wrong things or in the wrong way!

Slapping at her cheeks, the Jaggi composed herself and looked the Greatest Jagras dead in her grassy green eyes. “Oh Greatest Jagras won't you... oop hold on. You got a little, lot of, something on you.” Rising to a stand, Grace reached up and knocked away some clumps of Water Moss that had come to coat the walls.

“Here I am praying to the Greatest Jagras and I can't even be bothered to keep her clean. No wonder she never answers my prayers!” Grace chided herself as she batted away the soggy green clumps that had accumulated along the mural's neck and head. As she did so a curious light came to fill the cavern. “Hmm?” Curious, she brushed away more and more of the Water Moss. Slowly but surely the mural came into clearer and clearer clarity... as did the gemstones, once coated in fibrous strands of chlorophyll, that had been inlaid into her eyes.

“Huh.” Clambering up along the walls, Grace grabbied at the blood red stones that were the mural's eyes. Her clawed fingers scratching and clinking away at them until they finally tumbled free into her grasp. Head cocked to her side, the Jaggi couldn't help but squint at their polished and reflective surfaces and the strange ribbons of energy that snaked within them. “Wait... are these Warped Feystones? I thought these were just a myth!”

Cupping the jewels within her palms, Grace curiously knocked them together. “I know these are special,” she hummed aloud as she continued to crack them together and shimmering sparks crashed off from between them. “But how so?” she harrumphed as her gremlin addled mind struggled to comprehend them. Her many spines went flat along her back as she struggled to make heads or tails of their importance much less their purpose.

“...I'm sure Zigurd will know,” the Jaggi grumbled as she idly continued to clap them together. “That and, if I'm being honest with myself, any excuse to see him is a good one,” she thought with a blush. Ducking beneath the many roots that dangled from the cracked roof Grace squeezed her way, with some difficulty, out of her hovel.

As she meandered and moseyed through the brush, all manners of ferns brushing against her legs, the Jaggi continued to ponder. “Why would the Greatest Jagras have you?” she pondered as her thighs slowly started to chafe and clap together. “None of the stories pegged her as a glutton for gems. If anything I'm surprised you two weren't slapped onto a Kulve Taroth mural!” As Grace mulled and mused aloud her dainty feet ballooned in size and her footfalls became thooming. Her once petite scaly toes bunching together as the trees started to rustle and quake in her wake.

Hands cupped together, Grace focused intently on the Feystones glistening and practically humming in the weak sunlight. “I mean sure you looked cool slotted into her eyes and... real talk if I were to toss something up in my honor heck yeah I'd go gawdy.”

BWOOMPH

Acking, Grace struggled to take in the beauty of the Feystones beyond her now heaving breasts that obscured her view. “H-h-hold on here,” the Jaggi mumbled as an intoxicating warmth flowed into her as she felt herself growing heavier, curvier, and huger by the second. Her fat feet and thunderous thighs knocking and pushing aside bushes and saplings with ease as she inched up. “You WERE her power!” Grace exclaimed excitedly as she clasped the Feystones close. “She did answer my prayers! I just had to be assed to do some house keeping first!”

Bouncing about in place, her swelling feet causing tremors every time she crashed back down against the earth, Grace raced onwards through the Ancient Forest. “Zigurd! Ziguuuuuurd!”

Stomping to a halt, Zigurd slouched forward and exhaled heavily at the sing-song of Grace's shrill voice cutting through the forest. “Yes, Grace?” No sooner did he finish speaking than came the quakes. Rhythmic and thooming tremors that upended the land around him as the hulking Zinogre struggled to remain standing. In the distance he watched with some trepidation as tree after tree violently rattled in place before falling the wayside. Unaware that Grace's broad shoulders were bullldozing them aside as she rushed head long towards him.

“Zigurd!” Grace happily exclaimed as her tree trunk shaming legs and ankles came to a halt before him and she swallowed him up in her scaly shadow. The hunky canine just now barely coming up to her bloated ankles in turn. “Look what I found!” she smirked as she ducked down and extended an open palm towards him. Dull, and nearly spent, Feystones tinked around in the creases of her palms.

“G-Grace what did you-” he stammered out with a blush at the curvaceous and colossal lizard.

“Oh wait before we get to that!” Grace gasped as she clasped her hands together and dropped to a crouch. With a welling blush, the heat radiating off of her reddening cheeks, she booped her snout against Zigurd's own. “Is today still as good a day as any?” she cooed.

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Caped Grewsader
Requested by: KingDead

Panting, KingDead bounced about in place as he thumbed at his nose. Before him a mechanized menace, crafted in the likeness of a looming lupine, dared to oppose him. Creases formed along his mask as his trained eyes honed in on the hiss of steam and crackle of sparks erupting from its shoulders. “As plain a tell as any!” he thought to himself as he deftly strafed to the side. His massive feet deftly dancing across the empty city streets as those humongous toes expertly splayed to avoid crunching any vehicles evacuated in a hurry.

“Are you seeing this?” someone amongst the flabbergasted crowd asked as they gathered along side streets to watch the wumbo wolf casually dodge to and fro while incurring minimal property damage. “He's so... so... competent!”

Cape tossed out to the side like a matador, the wolf using its billowing form to obscure himself, KingDead baited the robotic rapscallion to charge past before delivering a debilitating blow to the back of its neck. A subdued sonic boom rang through its chassis, its clawed feet sinking deep into the asphalt, as bolts and rivets exploded out from its torso. Rippling waves of force and sound tore through it as the humongous hero's hit landed true. “Sheesh!” KingDead thought to himself as he skidded back and kept his monologues to a minimum. “This is going terrific! No wardrobe malfunctions, no botched banter, no city leveling shenanigans! The bill for this will stay in the low six figures easy! Gosh... I could get used to this!”

Smirking, KingDead held his arms before him as he weaved in and out. A dip here to avoid a side swipe that would take a lesser hero's head clean off their shoulders. A tumble there, all without fraying his cape, to avoid a mouth mounted laser. All capped off with a lunge forward followed by an upper cut, shock waves radiating out and shattering windows for blocks around, to cap it off.

Hands cupped to their cheeks the crowd, oftentimes the hulking hero's most pronounced critics, watched with awe as their protector danced among the setting sun. Slowly but surely chants, and rapturous applause, rose up from the crowd as the fight became increasingly one sided.

Ears perked to attention, KingDead turned back to the gathered citizens with a blush as he captured the latest monster of week in a crushing headlock. “O-oh! N-no need to thank me!” he bashfully mumbled. “Oh gosh,” the hero worriedly thought to himself. “I-I-I'm not used to putting on a show like this! Usually they know better to give me a wide berth!”

“He's so modest even! Humble too!” the crowd enthusiastically retorted.

Whining, KingDead hurked as his spandex uniform audibly creaked. The effusive praise, heaped onto him in waves, made him blush beet red and wore down his stoic and heroic resolve. Arcs of green energy spidered across his limbs, the mechanized menace's head popping off its neck as his mountainous biceps squeezed it tight, as the wolf unconsciously ballooned up and out. His mind, increasingly flustered by the unexpected applause and adoration, faltered and failed to keep his powers in proper check.

“A-another job well done!” the wolf declared as his spoken word registered on the Richter scale and he hoped, he prayed, the crowd would promptly disperse. “No need to thank me citizens!”

“Thank you KingDead!” the crowd roared back as car horns honked and a deafening applause echoed through the streets.

“What did I just say?!” KingDead whined as he ballooned further still. His ankles crashed through traffic lights as he surged in size and the roads simply collapsed beneath his broadening feet. Surrounding buildings started to tilt towards him as fissures radiated out from beneath him. “Come on please let this time be different!” he implored to himself as he forced a nervous smile.

“Three cheers for KingDead!” the crowd answered back as they ignored his increasingly earnest and desperate pleas.

“HURK.” Cheeks puffed out, KingDead watched on nervously as the sides of his feet and clawed toes bulldozed aside bodegas and apartment buildings. Water lines ruptured around him as fire hydrants snapped off sidewalks and streams of water gushed into the air. Gas and electric lines failed as he warily shuffled in place, tremors flattening and imploding the area around him, as swathes of the city went dark. “I'm trying to save the day not sully it!” the wolf thought to himself. “And, as I know better than anyone, it's awfully hard to save a city when I'm the size of one! C-c-come on big guy, you can do this! Just drown them out. Just ignore them.”

Oohs and ahhs filled the air as the gathered onlookers, knocked to the ground and pulling themselves off of the darkened streets, gazed upon the sky scraping hero. His toes alone towering over high rises as they found themselves swallowed up in his shadow. Among themselves the crowd gossiped over the sheer scale and scope of his powers. “I never knew he could get so big! Isn't he incredible?”

The wolf tucked his ears in against his head as he clenched his teeth. He could do this! He would do this! He, definitely, positively, would save the city proper this time! All he had to do was not let their honeyed words, heaped onto him, break his carefully cultivated stoicism!

“I know, right? Gosh we're lucky to have him!”

Rumbling violently, KingDead stuffed down every bit of praise that filtered into his super sensitive ears.

“Wonder what other kinds of super duper-”

The hero wheezed as a green outline ensnared his form.

“Ultra amazing-”

KingDead whined as an ominous creaks sounded out from his spandex as his sleeves rolled up along his shoulders.

“Mega mondo powers and heroics we'll get to see from him next!”

Practically aglow, KingDead creaked an eye open as the white and gray fur along his face had long since turned crimson. H-he couldn't very well leave them hanging, could he? Flustered beyond belief the heroic wolf dared to part his lips as he tried to think of something, anything, to say to outpouring of adoration and support. His mental barriers all but crumbling as he unintentionally hyper focused on every kind word and compliment tossed his way.

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOM

A surge of green light, visible from space, erupted out from the wolf as he exploded out and up beyond mortal reckoning. The last thing the crowd could see, even as they cheered it on, were the padded undersides of the bashful behemoth's toes. Surging towards them and blotting the sky as KingDead could do little more than whine at flattening the city, surrounding suburbs, state, and tri-state area yet again.

Chin resting upon his pectorals, KingDead inhaled and sighed. Unaware of the handful of passenger planes that disappeared down his throat when he did so. “Dangit. And today's patrol was going so well today too!”

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Manic Moveset
Requested by: Balina

“OW.” Eyebrows pulled flat, Dahlia harrumphed at the text box her knees knocked against. Her emerald eyes squinted incredulously as she read back backwards the self same exclamation she had just uttered.

“I swear how do the locals even manage with these,” the Dhole/Springbok grumbled. Dipping to a crouch, Dahlia puffed out her cheeks as she slid her fingers under the text box. With a mighty heave she hurled it up into the air. It crumpled some feet above her against an invisible barrier and embedded itself into the top of the unseen screen she prominently filled. Behind her a pristine and spotless city, bathed in never ending sunlight since for some reason day night cycles were not a thing here, towered overhead.

All around her somewhat chibified individuals meandered about their dayy as tiny monsters capable of being captured within curious colored spheres ambled alongside them. Somehow, someway, the residents of this dimension carried out their day to day lives via menus. Be it shopping or riding public transportation or eating or going to bed or commanding adorable little creatures to savage one another until their eyes went all swirly for some reason and they fell down all tuckered out. Whatever appeal there was to be had in this... Dahlia fished out her notes from Ashley. “Right,” she muttered as she tapped the back of a hand against the chicken scratch. Whatever appeal there was to be had from this 'Pokemon' world were lost on her. What with how long it took for her body to acclimate not only to the chibi proportions but to even gain access to the means to interact with the world at large.

Shoulders slumped, Dahlia pulled her lips flat. “Ashley,” she said to nobody in particular as her text box recorded her spoken word. “Clear the way. I'm making the jump back.”

The world around the Dingbok disappeared in a tsunami of static and white noise as she lurched from one dimension to the next. Blinking, she found herself within a nondescript lab. A mouse, dressed in a lab coat, waved at her.

“Not your thing huh?”

“Eh. I'm willing to chalk it up to just being impatie-”

TONK

“OH FOR.” Cheeks puffed out, Dahlia peered up at the text box hovering overhead that her horns had caught against.

“Ooh. Careful there, boss. Don't worry though! That should wear off soon enough.”

Alone in her office, Dahlia was loathe to so much as utter a single syllable lest that blasted text box narrate for her. Blinking, she looked to the myriad potted plants that lined her windowsill. Nostrils flared she tentatively reached out for the watering can on her desk. As her keratin tipped fingers drew close to the handle she recoiled in pain when they suddenly found themselves crunched against a Menu screen. Angry eyebrows activated, the Dingbok flailed wildly as she slapped and smackerollied at the options available to her.

Items > Key Items > Watering Can

The menu dissipated as Dahlia's finger slipped through it like liquid water and the watering can was procured. As she moseyed on up before her windowsill, mashing YES to one menu after another as she parched the various potted plants, the Dingbok silently slammed the watering can back down on her desk. Hard as she tried though her fingers refused to unclench from the handle.

Rolling her eyes, Dahlia wildly flailed her free hand at the air until the dread Menu popped up once more.

POKEMON

“No no no no wait that's not what I wanted!” she whined as she found herself lost in a portion of the interface she had never been assed to investigate before. Watering can still in hand, no matter how much she shook and slapped it against her desk, the Dingbok glowered at the bouncing and pixelated likeness of herself. The creases along her forehead slowly faded as she reluctantly acknowledge it was pretty cute. As was her Lv and flusteringly high amount of HP.

With a pronounced BWOOP she curiously poked at her likeness. A new screen loaded on the menu, one bearing her pixelated portrait, that Dahlia couldn't help but awwed and ahaha at.

DAHLIA ♀
NORMAL GRASS
LV 32

HP 159
Attack 72
Defense 50
Sp. Atk 90
Sp. Def 60
Speed 80

Dahlia cocked her head curiously at the additional tabs. She donked the watering can that she had just resigned to being an extension of herself for the time being against the tab with a sphere shaped icon.

KNOWN MOVES

Lips pursed, the Dingbok's eyes went wide at what awaited her.

SWEET SCENT 20/20
NORMAL

TACKLE 20/20
NORMAL

TAIL WHIP20/20
NORMAL

ABSORB25/25
GRASS

“Whuh,” Dahlia mouthed aloud as her eyes sparkled at the sight of her sole Grass-Type move.

“Now how do I go about this,” Dahlia hrmmed to herself as she tapped at her chin. A plastic tonk tonk tonk sounded out every time she did so. “Do I test this out in a sterile and controlled environment under strict supervision where the results can be meticulously recorded? Or do I wander out and indulge myself and wildly exaggerate the end results. All but atomizing whatever scientific value this might yield?” Her hooved feet clacked noisily along the tiled hallways of the sprawling laboratory she called her home away from home. The Dingbox pondering aloud and paying little heed to the text box hovering overhead for all to see.

“You're going to what what what now?” a familiar voice asked. Whirling about in place, Dahlia donned a delighted grin at the sight of her favorite lab rat. “Oh no.”

“OH YES,” the Dingbok exclaimed as she hurtled towards Ashley and crushed her with an emphatic hug. Her emerald eyes gone wide, Dahlia eheed as her eyes fixated on and with pronounced blinks she highlighted and repeatedly clicked on ABSORB.

BWOOMPH

The Dingbok's pants rose up along her thighs as she claimed Ashley's curves her for own. The mouse squeaking, in a rather resigned manner, as she shrank out of her clothes as her very size and essence was sapped from her.

Tail wig wagging behind her, the PP value for TAIL WHIP depleting rapidly, Dahlia hum hum hummed at the results of a single application of ABSORB. Her body burning and simply radiating heat as the buttons on her shirt pulled taut, leaving little to the imagination, as her choice in bra was made plain for all to see and the luxuriously soft levees threatened to fail to hold back the flood of flesh that was her chest at any moment. Her sleeves constricted around her limbs, suffocatingly so, as they had rolled up well past her elbows. Her work slacks rose up past her knees and gaps and tears were already forming along the seams.

Cupping Ashley close to her chest, the towering Dingbok's horns now scraping against the ceiling, Dahlia nosed affectionately at her. “Most curious! A Move that drains my target of their size and strength!”

Ashley hrmmed worriedly as insulation and wiring tumbled free from the punctured ceiling as she struggled to see just what was populating the text box pushed up above the paneling. Biting down on her lip she weighed her options.

A. She could muster up as muted a reaction as possible. Banking on, hoping that, depriving the big boss of any reaction whatsoever would drain her of any drive to carry this forward.

B. Not A.

Ashley offered up an unsatisfying silence as her whiskered snout was pressed quite firmly into the Dingbok's warm and worryingly inviting cleavage.

“For the sake of... oh let's be honest here my own shameless indulgence. For the sake of me!” Dahlia spoke aloud as a manic look filled her eyes.

“Gosh dangit,” the mouse cursed to herself as she pulled her brows flat. Should have gone with Option B.

“What were to happen to those repeatedly ABSORBed? Is there a point at which it fails to function? Or would I simply take ALL of your size for myself? All of you?”

“Can we not?” Ashley meeped as she found herself stumbling forward and clinging for dear life onto the strap of cloth that straddled the gap from one breast to another. The incredible shrinking mouse promptly sapped of even more size as Dahlia eagerly overflowed her business casual attire. The Dingbok hunched over as her back pressed against the ceiling and her shirt split down her back.

With a shriek Ashley felt the cloth snap beneath her dwindling fingers as she found herself in free fall. Her oof barely audible as her ever dwindling, and naked self, tumbled into the increasingly cavernous creases in Dahlia's palms. The mouse unable to do little more than tiredly sigh as she was swept up into the, by now, typical Friday night shenanigans that came with working for a certain someone.

“Oooooh!” Dahlia bellowed as she slowly rose up and out of the building. Office furniture tumbling down her broad back as she erupted up into the second floor of the laboratory. “It seems my size isn't lineraly tied to your own. Why tentative results would suggest that my size increases by the percentage yours decreases.” Lips curled up into a goofy smile, Dahlia eheeeed at the healthy amount of uses that still remained for ABSORB.

Ashley violently bounced about in place between hills of furred flesh as the wrinkles in Dahlia's cupped palms stretched up past her like mountains. Her boss' warm and inviting face coming to span the horizon and blot her very sky. “Let's give it a couple more goes juuuust to be sure,” the Dingbok cooed as she eagerly mulled repeated future visits to the dimension she had been eager to write off just some hours earlier.

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