I was halfway through second period when I got the text:

Lexi followed you. She’s in the gym. She's glowing.

I nearly dropped my phone.

“No. No no no no—please don’t let it be what I think it is…”

By the time I sprinted to the gymnasium, it was already too late.

At first, I didn’t see anything strange—just the sound of soft panting echoing through the empty bleachers, the squeak of paws on polished wood, and the faintest sparkle of blue-violet mist in the air.

Then I saw her.

Lexi.

Curled up behind the bleachers. Ears down. Tail thumping nervously against the bleacher supports, rattling them with every anxious wag.

“I didn’t mean to come! I just missed youuuu~! And then… then it smelled like sneakers and sweat and I got overstimulated and—”

She hiccupped.

And that’s when it started.

Her eyes flashed. Her paws twitched.

At first, it was just a shiver.

A subtle tremble in Lexi’s body—barely noticeable to anyone but me. I’d seen it before. The way her fluffy black-and-purple tail quivered at the tip. The soft arch of her back curling as if bracing for something. Her eyes wide, pupils dilated like a startled pup.

The divine energy shimmered at her paws first—And then… she started to grow.

Then—fwump—her hips expanded, pressing outward against the metal bleacher beams with a creeeeak, and her tail puffed to twice its size, knocking down an entire row of folding chairs like dominoes.

Her fur began to stretch outward with a soft, expanding fwump. Each strand—previously soft and downy—expanded and curled, Her thighs thickened with a juicy, divine swell, pressing against the polished gym floor with a slow creak that made the boards snap beneath her weight, one by one. Pop. Pop. Crack. Groooaaaan…

Her butt expanded next—slowly, but with intent, each inch of growth forcing her hips outward with plush, unstoppable pressure. Her tail swished lazily behind her, and in one casual, accidental swing, it took out an entire stack of benches. BOOM—CRASH! They collapsed like toothpicks under a pillow.

“W-what’s happening?! Why do I feel so tingly—aaaaAH!!”

She let out a squeak as her torso ballooned, stretching several feet taller in an instant, her chest squishing into the basketball hoop until it bent in half with a metallic sproing! Her fluffy thighs flopped outward, splitting the floor mats under her weight, each digit of her paw swelling larger than a student desk.

Lexi's chest rose, her breasts swelling in tandem with her divine heartbeat, her D-cup frame rapidly pushing beyond the limits of mortal support. Each inhale made them jiggle and sway, now larger than the backboards. The basketball hoop groaned as it caught beneath one, stretching before snapping like a rubber band.

“I-I’m not trying to grow, I swear! I just got excited! And then nervous about being excited! And now I’m—eek!!”

“Mmn… I-I feel tingly…” she whimpered, hugging herself, her paw now big enough to palm the half-court circle.

Every shift of her massive body was a chorus of destruction.

Her head hit the ceiling. Her ears twitched—and pierced the ceiling tiles like divine spears.

Her fur was warm. Not just warm—radiant. Just being near her made the sweat bead on your neck, like standing beside a supernova in the shape of a plush wolf goddess.

Every pawstep—unintentional, clumsy, and huge—shook the floor like an earthquake. Her pads were plush, sure, but her weight? Unbearable. Even crouching on all fours, she was cracking the foundation, indenting the floor. Her claws—trying so hard not to scratch anything—still gouged through gym tiles just from twitching in panic.

The air changed. Gone was the stale scent of basketballs and dusty bleachers. Replaced by something… pure. Lexi’s divine scent flooded the space—sweet, fresh, electric. The scent of deep forests and ancient magic. Breathing it in made your tongue tingle.

You could taste her growth. The magic in it. Every spark of expanding energy left the air thick, like whipped cream laced with ozone. It clung to your lips and made your breath catch.

But it didn’t stop.

Her ears pierced through the roof panels with a soft pop.

Her knees crashed through the gym’s walls with a flurry of brick dust.

And her enormous, embarrassed tail thrashed once—just once—and smacked the scoreboard clean off the wall, sending it flying into the bleachers like a missile.

“Waaaahhh!! I'm a disaster!” she cried, her voice high-pitched and echoing. “I didn’t mean to break the gym! Or the roof! Or the... scoreboard-thingy! >n<”

I scrambled over to her, practically climbing her enormous fur-fluffed arm like a rope course. Her fur was so warm and soft it was like swimming through heavenly clouds of scented fluff. I had to yell over the creaking metal around us.

“Lexi!! You’re gonna blow our cover! The principal can’t know I live with a divine Wulf who turns gymnasiums into disaster zones!”

She whimpered. Actually whimpered. Her ears flopped over her eyes and she covered her muzzle with one of her paws, which now stretched from one end of the basketball court to the other.

“B-but I was just trying to be supportive! and my tail got excited and I may have knocked over the bleachers and then—”

THWUMP.

Her butt had officially crushed the janitor’s closet.

Again.

“…I’ll fix it! I promise!! I’ll just… de-grow! How do I de-grow?! Is there a button?! Do you have a spell?! Do I just, like… hold my breath really hard—hnnnnghh!”

I facepalmed.

The gym was now 80% wolf.

She was massive now.

Cramped.

Her muzzle pressed against one side of the gym, her knees crushed the far bleachers, and her butt was pancaking what used to be the coach’s office. Her ears were through the ceiling. Her paws were twitching helplessly in the remains of the floorboards.

And she was whimpering.

Not in pain—but in embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! It just happens when I’m anxious and I thought the gym was big but it’s so small and now I’m all squished and I think I broke the lights and I can’t move and my tail is stuck in the water fountain and—oh no no no I sat on the scoreboard again, didn’t I?! AAAHH~!”

From my vantage point—barely waist-high to her now, if even that—I looked up…

And I saw everything.

The curvature of her divine belly looming like a wall.

The twin towers of her thighs squishing against gym walls now bulging outward from the pressure.

Her paws, twitching and flexing, each digit wider than a classroom door.

And her face—pressed comically against the ceiling tiles, squished and flushed, ears pinned back, tears in her eyes and her bottom lip wobbling with the cutest divine pout I’d ever seen.

She was a catastrophe.

A goddess.

A mountain of fluff.

And she was mine to hide.

“Just stay very still, Lexi. Breathe. Slowly. Don’t get flustered—”

She turned beat red.

Her tail smacked the fire alarm.

The sprinklers went off.

“KYAAA~!! NOW I’M A SOAKED GIANT!! THIS IS THE WORST DAY EVER~!!” she wailed, splashing her massive paws in panic, creating waves that knocked over the Gatorade cooler.

I groaned.

The good news?

No one else had walked in.

The bad news?

I now had to explain why the gym was full of divine fluff, busted walls, and the muffled giggles of a blushing wolf goddess the size of a school bus times a thousand.

And I still hadn’t finished my homework.