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"Hey, is that you Chris? I know those fluffy tails anywhere!"

The voice of Doom should never sound so cheerful. Such clever mannerisms were used to lure the inexperienced into a false sense of security. Once a person was relaxed and within arms reach, that was when the devil liked to strike them down.

Or melt them into a jello monster. It depended a lot on the phases of the moon.

Chris Bondie used to be young and innocent like that. But as a much larger arm wrapped around the kitsune in a loving hug, he made no effort to hide the uncomfortable wince it brought. The gesture was not that bad until the person’s other hand stroked one of his three tails, making Chris nearly crush the Pokemon toys in his hands.

"Cait! What the hell!? What are you doing here!?"

The orange tabby smiled, releasing Chris to hold up a basket full of similar monster figure merchandise. "Probably the same thing as you; buying up discount toys and games. Things got a little heated over a Twilight Sparkle set, but luckily, I thought to bring my wand."

Well then. That explained the chickens in the My Little Pony section. It was also true Chris had seized the bankruptcy of Toys R Us as an opportunity to expand his own horde of children's collectibles.

"Well, hey! It's great to…“ There was a brief pause as he thought of a word to describe the feline and failing. “...you." Chris forced his best smile, though his tails still refused to wag in the feline's presence.

Cait seemed to either not notice or not care as his free hand gave a gentle pat across the 'Gym Leader' letters on Chris' shirt. "I think you forgot a verb or something there, bud."

"No...I just think it best we get back to our discount shopping before there's a need to transform people into actual unicorns."

Cait gasped in mock offense. "I'm sure there are a few people here that might like that, but we can come back later. Besides, what's with all this animosity I'm sensing. We haven't seen each other in over a year."

"And that's worked out amazingly for me."

"Ouch man! When have I ever done anything bad?"

Chris stared up at Cait silently.

"I mean recently…"

A chicken clucked angrily as ran through the space between the two anthros. Chris' gaze followed it for a moment before giving a deadpan stare to Cait.

"To you, Chris! What have I done to you....recently?"

Chris let out a sigh, his posture relaxing with it. "Look, sorry, it's just been a jungle shopping here. And I'm not the type to recklessly use magic under pressure to get material things."

"Good on you, then. You'd have to be a real dick to sink that low for a few toys."

"...In any case, I'd like to hurry on with my shopping. Still haven't helped myself to the pokemon plushies yet."

"Better hurry if you want your Digimon fix too." Desmond fished out what looked like the figure of a yellow fox creature to present proudly before Chris. "Got five of the last ten-inch Renamon poseables, and I know four friends that'll love these as gifts."

Chris wrinkled his nose at the tiny plastic fox toy but forced a polite smile. "Thanks, but I don't really like Digimon."

This would be remembered as the first time Chris ever saw genuine shock come over Cait's face.

"W-what did you say?"

"Yeah, I've never seen the show or played any games. Always looked like some kind of cheap attempt to make Pokemon cyberpunk. Which is kind of stupid honestly. I mean, no offense to what you're into."

"Sta-stupid!?" Cait's tail ‘paff’ed into a large black-striped bush. The fur on his neck slowly rose as eyes narrowed. "You do not just call the great Renamon, my waifu, stupid!"

"I thought Krystal was your waifu?"

"I have many waifus! All of them are perfect in their own way!"

Chris took a nervous step back. Shoppers were too busy in their own bargain hunting to be of any help to this strange conversation. And of course, not a store hand or security guard in sight.

"Cait, you are seriously stressed out for some reason."

The plastic Renamon toy Cait held was pushed so close it's white stomach squished against Chris' nose. It still stank with that 'fresh from the package' odor.

"Apologize to the Renamon!"

"Uh, heh heh." Chris gently shoved the toy away from his face, unsure whether to stare at its lifeless eyes or Cait's burning gaze. "It...it's cool, all right? Not like pokemon is any less stupid, and we both love that. You should really go home and...uh...read a book. Preferably far away from...anyone. Heh. Catch you later, goof."

With that, Chris turned to walk away without breaking into a full panicked run. Unfortunately, this prevented him from seeing when Cait reached his free hand into a pocket to produce his signature golden wand. The green jewel on its head was pointed right at the bundle of waving tails presented to Cait. With a few mutterings of archaic words, it glowed with bright green energy that fired off a beam into the base of Chris' spine.

Honestly, Chris should have suspected some kind of cheap shot was coming. He only felt the magic prickle his fur a second before his behind took the full blast. Leaving no time to react, his body took in the spell without a chance for resistance.

Chris staggered forward letting out a sharp bark that made lots of nearby shoppers pause. He did not need to see any of Cait's antics to know what had struck his backside. With amazing reflexes, the kitsune dropped his armful of toys to reach into his own pocket.

Before Cait could fully comprehend the motion, a bright flash of yellow preceded a loud crack that echoed across the cavernous toy store. The energy struck him in the chest with a force to propel the feline backward into an, oddly still full, display of Jar-Jar Binks merchandise. With the wind knocked from his sails, Cait just laid there with a doofy face to match the many Gungan ones piled around him.

"I thought you weren't going to use magic recklessly?"

"Does this look like magic, you damn cat?" Chris waved his laser gun proudly in the air. A fairly typical instrument of spontaneous transformations, but still a favorite invention of his. Granted waving something gun-shaped around probably did not paint a pretty picture for the already concerned shoppers watching. Chris was just beyond caring with the tense heat starting to crawl under his fur. "Y-you're...nngghh..n-not the only one to carry around contingencies. Maahh haah! Gah! W-what did you do to meeee?"

The TF gun slipped from stiff fingers to clatter on the floor. Chris had expected a transformation was imminent, but still found it mildly shocking, and a bit annoying.

Mostly annoying in that his hands refused to function as commanded during their brief rearrangement. With a few soft cracks around the knuckles, his fingers began to press in together; pinkie against ring, pointer to middle. Their white-furred flesh flowed under pressure, becoming like putty to fuse into solid lumps with a single bone structure. The hands themselves swelled up several times in size until Chris was experimentally twitching huge, three-fingered paws.

"That's what you get for calling Renamon stupid." Cait chuckled, sitting up from the pile of useless Star Wars toys with an accusing finger pointed at Chris. "At least you'll *vapor* get to stay a sexy fox. *eon!*"

Cait blinked upon noticing the strange hiccups to his attempted speech. Looking down at his own outstretched hand made it clear he was not getting out of this unscathed. His orange and black striped fur was quickly blending together into a bright solid blue. The fur itself seemed to be shifting, almost melting to become a sleeker, rubber-like skin.

'Nnggghh!" Chris would have relished getting to mock Cait for the comeuppance, were he not undergoing a horrific transformation himself.

Weird cramping in his rear prompted Chris to glance over his shoulder. The once beautiful red fox tails were turning a bright shade of yellow, much like the rest of his torso. They were also following the same route as his fingers; merging into each other until they dismally wagged as a single tail across his flank.

"Nggh! GAH! S-stupid weird hands!"

The belt around Chris' waist suddenly squeezed around him in a tight pinch. A pain that got progressively worse every second wasted trying to figure out the functionality of tri-fingered hands. Thankfully, he figured enough manual dexterity out to undo the clasp in a hard snap, relief washing over his midsection with a very audible sigh. A gasp followed in seconds when Chris examined himself to find the cause of such tightness. There was now a wide gap between his shirt hem and waistband, fully exposing the cream-colored fur of his belly and yellow along his back.

More than just Chris' hands had grown larger in a rapid spurt. The once four-foot kitsune now found himself looming over Cait as a towering seven-foot fox. His clothes looked almost comically childish on his bigger frame; pants running up between thighs thick with muscle while a t-shirt clung firmly around his chest. The slightest sneeze would probably cause both to explode.

The thought might not have been too far off if the gradual widening of Chris' hips were any indication. Cait leaned in with intent amusement for his friends progressing changes. He had little interest in the fact he was almost completely a vaporeon anthro himself. The once fluffy feline tail slapped it's developing fluke across the floor, growing thick, with strong swimming muscles. His pink nose had turned to black while stretched out atop a more pointed muzzle. Ears had already slid down to the sides of Cait's head spreading into the fans of fishy fins, while a dorsal erected itself down the center of his scalp.

"Mmpph! Grrr...w-what the...aw man, no!" Chris wiggled, doing a funky hip dance trying to watch his lower body shifting its physique.

With a loud crack, his hips went from slightly plump to extremely bottom heavy. Their new shape caused his knees to naturally point inwards against each other as his idle stance. A position that greatly emphasis how his thighs continued to pulse and swell with dense kicking muscles. From across their front, his thigh’s fur ruffled and became dabbed in purple ying-yang patterns.

Chris, however, was far more concerned about the tightness in his shoes. Sadly there was no time to save his favorite sneakers before seeing their tips puff out into leather balloons. Three knife-sized claws erupted through the material, weakening it to make way for even larger paws. Chris gulped taking nervous steps back from the confetti of destroyed footwear. The cold polished floor stung right through his new cushy pads while he tried to get used to walking on their support.

"NGGHHH!!" Both of Chris' hands shot to his groin with a weird expression.

FWOOMP!

The second series of fabric explosions drew attention to Chris' butt, which doubled in size instantly. The already tight pants could do little but rip along the seams as two fat rich glutes bulged over its hem.

FWOOOOOMP!

Chris whined, his body arching further forward as he felt his rear give an involuntary flex. The yellow cheeks of his rump bulged through tiny pant legs and over a stubborn hem as they swelled. But such shorts could only hold on a few seconds longer to such mounting pressure.

SHRIIP!

The life of Chris' shorts was snuffed out in a failing of its center seam. His butt eagerly fell through this new opening to greet the world in a bouncing slosh of fat and muscles coated in yellow fur. If anything it at least completed the muscular curves of his legs.

TRRRT TRRRT!

While Chris was more occupied by the significant lack of a male organ being revealed by the loss of her pants, more tears occurred along the back of her shirt. Three very thick spikes cut from behind each shoulder. Their actual purpose was debatable, but it did add style to her increasingly naked form.

ker-FOOF!

Along with a vibrant snow white mane around her neck and chest.

Her chest…

"Oh no…" Chris said drawing both eyes and hands to rest upon the pressure mounting in her chest. Ears folded back to the ides of her head having already becoming considerably longer and much more narrow than a normal fox. Yellow had all but consumed her changing head, with only a few spots of rust left to smudge out. "Cait, I swear to all our gods, if these get bigger than my head again...nn...nnnggghh! Haa haa!"

The voice coming out of Chris' thickening muzzle was undeniably female now, much like the little bumps puffing out against her shirt. Her hands continued to clasp against them, but it did little to stop them growing with each heavy breath she took. It wasn’t long before she was holding a pair of modest breasts.

Their growth only seemed to grow faster from there. Chris' shirt strained with the next breath, and then a surge of fatty tissue under her sensitive fur tore it in several places along the hem. The underside of her breasts began to bulge out from under the ruined shirt, continuing to grow well past softball size into fully ripe cantaloupes. A shirt stubbornly squeezing them tight against her lungs did not make their growth very enjoyable.

"GRRRWAAARRR!!"

Chris seized the collar of her shirt with both hands, tearing it from her body with one pull. Those claws were definitely sharp as the looked. She almost wished there was something to fight around here to give her tough, awesome bod a real test drive. At least, that was what she wanted to do until she remembered she was not a fighting monster by choice and promptly clasped both hands over her head-sized bust.

Which was saying something since her face had finished broadening out into a more angular diamond shape. Cait had been right that Chris still found some consolation in remaining a fox after yet another transformation ambush. But of course, the horny feline had to give her the body of a hyper endowed sex goddess. The newly changed Renamon rubbed her hands slowly down the mountainous crest of her bust, along the inner curve of her waist, finally coming to a rest kneading the soft shelf of her butt.

With a disgruntled snort, Chris gave her single tail one annoyed flick before snarling at Cait. "Anyone ever tell you that you're an incredibly juvenile pervert?"

"Not with that sexy a voice," Cait huffed while finally clambering back to his webbed feet. "Besides the view from my seat was incredibly worth it."

Chris blushed, a hand absently moving to cover her crotch. The eyes of dozens of angry parents and sheltered nerds burned a red blush across her nose. "I seriously can't believe you sometimes. You don't think giving me massive boobs AGAIN is a bit of an overreaction to a fictional show?"

"Need I remind you of those Klingons that claim Han Solo shot second?"

"Fair point. But I just came here to buy some plushies, damn it. I have to ride two buses home like this!"

"Hey, I ain't complaining about this." Cait gestured to his sleek and shiny vaporeon body. A body Chris scowled to see was still conservatively dressed, save for a few big tears around his much, thicker tail base. "Besides, you know my tricks. That spell will wear off in a few hours, so what say we go to the bar at that Applebee's down the street and...what are you doing with that?"

Chris snorted, having bent to retrieve her TF gun during Cait's date proposal that usually followed his gender-bending antics. Luckily Chris had made this invention with big knobs and dials, so adjustments were easy even with less than five fingers.

"I can't conjure clothes when I'm not a kitsune, and I'm not about to be forced into buying more," Chris grumbled before giving a confident nod at the gun's settings. "I'm going to change myself back right now, then maybe pelt you with pokeballs until one captures you."

Cait's solid black eyes grew wide enough to swallow his forehead. The sight of Chris raising the gun to her own sloshing breasts filled him with all kinds of panic. "I don't think science is a good method of trying to reverse…magic."

ZZZZTTTTTBBBRRR!!

Surprisingly Chris hardly made a sound while her body jerked and spasmed in bright flashes like a hyperactive Christmas light. The entire store was almost given a seizure by her pulsing lights. Eventually, her hand slipped from the trigger to put an abrupt end to the zapping of transformative energy.

It left the poor Renamon's body emitting thick vapors of grey smoke while her mane and tail stood on end making her resemble a huge bush.

Chris turned to open her mouth at Cait, promptly giving a harsh cough that poured a thick black cloud across his face. Regaining some composure, Chris sputtered. "I'm ashamed to admit I forgot about tha..thaaa-aah-aaahhh-AAAHHHH!!"

Chris clenched her fists so hard they accidentally crushed the TF gun in her grasp, but that action hardly went noticed. Her entire curvy form had begun pulsing as it tried adjusting to the sudden rush of new energy. Each hard throb caused her body to bulge out in all directions, adding several inches to her size. Chris face dropped in sheer panic while it moved further up and away from Cait's. A longer and longer shadow was getting cast over the equally stunned vaporeon.

"Aah! S-sorry!" Chris winced when her rapid-fire growing caused her tail to knock over a display. Trying to step aside for space only caused her expanding backside to tilt over a whole shelf worth of board games. "Sorry again!"

Chris whirled around desperately looking for an escape from this aisle. As she grew, she was starting to get a splendid view of the toy store with her head inching above the top shelves. Granted the new height was only making it harder not to panic. A few booming steps to the left cleared a path where her boobs crashed into the Barbie section. Any attempts to hunch up trying to make herself smaller did little to help. The humongous fox tail still wagged about, knocking even more toys across the floor.

Most shoppers that had yet to flee the fifteen foot, and growing, Renamon were just awestruck by her equally colossal butt attached to the said tail.

"Ugh! Honestly, some people…"

Chris' bunny-like ears shot up snapping out of her growing panic. Glancing over to one end of the aisle she could see an elderly woman storming off in a huff. Each of her hands was leading away a pair of young boys entranced by the giant Digimon.

"Hey, I didn't ask for this, lady!"

"Forget her. Some people don't know how to have fun."

Chris blinked and looked down at his bust. From between her mountains of mammaries, Cait's upper torso poked out of the thick mane of fur resting there. "And what the hell are you doing!?"

"Just getting somewhere safe," Cait said with a shrug. "As awesome as your paws are, it's scary how easily they're crushing bicycles."

"Wha?" Chris knelt down while cautiously raising one of her feet into view. "Oh son of a...damn you, Cait."

"Hey, I'm not the one that blasted themselves in the tit with a high-powered ray gun."

"...touche," Chris huffed as she surveyed her continuing accidental damage to the surroundings.

Thankfully her growth seemed to have petered out for the moment. It still left her to be around twenty, maybe twenty-five, feet of thick Renamon fetish material. Her wide hips were brushing against both shelves of the aisles as she walked among them. Turns had to be taken with extreme caution to prevent the thick bush of her tail knocking even more stuff over.

Reaching the main entrance, Chris was relieved to find she had not injured anyone at least. Granted most of the smart shoppers had fled. Those that remained were a pack of middle-aged perverts that dogged her every stride with cellphones aptly focused on her rear. It made her face burn red enough to almost be a permanent shade.

Another thought caused Chris to freeze up while her mind worked to process its significance. Her gaze dropped to the pokemorph still enjoying the squish and fluff of her cleavage.

"Hey, Cait? Any suggestions on how I'm supposed to get out of this store?"

"Well, uh…" Cait's calm expression sank into one of extreme concern. His black eyes darted from the door down to the broad expanse that was Chris' hips.

"Make one joke about the rear, and you're getting squashed under it."

"Oh, you and your tempting promises!" Cait laughed while craning his neck for a view of the toy store. "Don't think you can squeeze through the loading doors either. Why not just smash through?"

"You're kidding...right?"

"It's just solid glass in front. You can shake that off easily."

"I'm not trashing the front of a children's store! I'm not some busty kaiju monster."

"You already trashed four aisles of toys."

"I'm not an INTENTIONAL busty kaiju monster. That was your fault."

"Again, I didn't make you zap yourself."

"Just...shut up and help me."

"Okay, I got this!" With a bit of wiggling, Cait popped an arm free of Chris' bosom holding his wand proudly. "I've teleported whales before, so you shouldn't be too hard to pop outside."

"Why would you teleport…?"

FLASH!

Chris yelped as the wand’s jewel exploded into a blinding white flash without warning. Hands flailed about in the bright white that encompassed her vision but failed to grab onto anything before her butt hit the ground with a tremorous thud. On the bright side, she could feel the breeze of fresh air washing over her fur. That was a good indication Cait had managed to get them outside.

"Oops!"

That was far less encouraging.

"What is it?" Chris tried to stand only to find something had a firm grip over the majority of her backside. Something dense and squishy. "What's the oops?"

"Nothing! You'll be fine!" A lot of movement jostled around the giant Renamon's cleavage. In Chris' vision, she could make out a black blob of Desmond climbing out of her chest. "I should probably just find you a forklift first. YIP!"

"Ooooh no!" Chris growled after managing to snag Cait tightly with one hand. His tiny slick body was no match for her muscular fingers. "What oops? Where are...we?"

Vision quickly returned to Chris, but the longer she looked around, the less she liked their situaton. They appeared to have materialized instantaneously behind the Toys R' Us, landing inside the open-roof trailer of a semi-truck. Its cargo might have once been an ample assortment of rubber toy balls. This was just a guess as everything close to Chris had melted together with such severity that their mass of swirled colors effectively glued her legs and butt to the trailer's bed.

Chris' attention whipped back to the vaporeon in her fist. "Talk!"

"What's to say, Chris?" Cait forced a grin despite his lungs being squeezed. "You know a quick teleport generates a lot of heat, and you're certainly a lot of woman to teleport. We're just lucky it didn't flash smelt the truck to you."

"Damn it, Cait!" Chris shook her fist a few times only stopping when her captive looked ready to vomit. "You have ten seconds to get these slimy balls off me before I consider smothering yourself in them."

Cait's expression turned even deeper shades of green. "Eeeeewwww!"

"Not THOSE kinds of balls, you sicko!!"

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 Chris Kit can't even go shopping without trouble coming along. God I can't remember the last time I used Cait for anything.

Cover art by:  Janus


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