"Uh, hey, Jas?"

"Yes, Tiger? If it's about the pickle jar again, just bring it to me in here."

"No, no. It's not about the pickle jar."

"Oh, good. Don't take this the wrong way, Tiger, but sometimes you can be such a wimpy little kitty!"

"Yeeeeah... About that..."

"Hm?" Jas glanced over her shoulder. "Oh, yeah, you're right. Certainly not looking wimpy right noWHATTHE?!:

Tiger shrugged, which had the unexpected effect of burying his lower muzzle in pectorals and his neck in shoulders. "Yeah, that about sums up my initial reaction too."

Jasmine remained standing stock still, jaw dropped, hands spread wide, paw being soaked by the spreading puddle of water left by the glass she had dropped.

"Now that I've calmed down some, though, I'm trying to figure out exactly what the heck happened. Because, y'know, this doesn't normally happen." The smaller of the two felines didn't respond.

Curling a mighty arm, Tiger examined his meaty bicep with definite approval. "To be entirely frank, Jas, although I'm hoping it's not permanent, I'm also hoping it's easy to reproduce. Any ideas?"

Jas stared at the mountain of muscle on his upper arm, watching it rise and fall inches at a time as he flexed.

"My first guess is that it's some kind of feedback from your bio-implant. I know I'm not supposed to be susceptible to it, but the Macrover doctor DID mention that it could have unpredictable effects sometimes on furs who couldn't take advantage of the normal growth abilities."

By this point, any bystander would be noticing a running theme with Jas' response. Or, rather, her lack thereof.

Tiger ran a huge hand over his abs and pectorals, stopping at a manly trail of fur sneaking out of his hyper-stressed shorts. "Actually, I should probably call the doctor about this. Don't you agree, Jas? ... Jas? Jas?"

Jaw still hanging, the female feline took a step closer.

"Jas, are you okay?"

She reached out and placed a hand against one of Tiger's huge abdominal slates. It didn't even cover the entire width of the slab.

"Jas, say something to me, here."

"Tiger..."

"Yes?"

Jasmine's hands slid lower, getting lost in the small forest of extra-deep fuzz under his navel. "... Get in the bedroom."

"Why? I feel fine- actually, I feel pretty grea-"

"Tiger."

"Yes?"

"Get. In. The. Bedroom."

"... Oh. OH."

"NOW."

With a mischievous smirk, Tiger slipped a huge hand around Jasmine's back and easily swung her into his arms. "I don't think you're in any position to be giving ME orders, little kitty caMMPH!"

The tigress' muzzle jammed itself against his, where it roamed and slithered around in a series of kisses and licks. "Shut up and get those meaty legs of yours walking!"

"Heh heh!" Tiger strode to the bedroom door and kicked it in.

The door flew off its hinges, slammed into the far wall, and kept going into the bathroom before exploding against the shower.

Tiger blinked. "Uh..."

"BED!"

"Right!"

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Tiger carefully tossed his girlfriend onto their bed and crawled up besides her, making the bed sag tremendously under his tremendous mass. "Well, Jas, here we are- the bedroom, just like-"

"Less talking, more boinking!"

Nodding and grinning, Tiger grabbed his boxers and yanked them down, allowing all 17 inches of soft tiger meat in his shorts to flop onto the bed.

Jas blinked.

Still smiling, Tiger inquired, "You gonna strip, Jas?"

Staring at the arm-width cock, Jas watched it slowly harden and swell. "... Tiger, I think we might need to make an adjustment, here."

"How so?" Tiger tilted his head and cocked an ear in curiosity.

"Tiger- it's almost as thick as-" She blinked again. "Okay, now it's thicker than my thigh."

Tiger glanced down at his cock, then up at Jasmine, then back down again. "... Ohhhhhh." His expression rapidly sank at the realization that, as things stood, he wasn't about to be getting any hot sexy tigress lovin' like this. "But... But... Bedroom, and... Muscles... And..."

"-and that thing will not fit in me at this size."

Tiger gave her the biggest, saddest, frowniest pout he could manage.

"... Tiger?"

"..."

"At this size."

He slowly nodded. "I understand. Well, I guess I'll go call the Macrover doctor and-"

"No, no, no- Tiger. It will not fit in me at this size."

"Right. So, that means no happy time for little Mr. Tiger."

Glaring at her boyfriend, Jas pointed her arm at the size-control device sitting on the dresser nearby. "Tiger. Do not make me spell this out for you, here."

"Huh? Spell what ou- Oh. Ohhhhhh." He resumed smiling.

Jas smiled, as well. "Got the idea?"

"Yep!" He nodded. "I'll shrink myself down until it fi- no, wait, I don't have bio-implants..." Scrunching up his face in thought, he stroked under his muzzle. "So that won't work, eith-Ow! Jas! What was that for?"


A minute or so later, Tiger had managed to (roughly) put on his gloves, although he'd stretched them out enough in the process that he wasn't sure how he'd ever fit in them again after getting back to normal. He had the growth bio-implant control panel spread open on the bed, and Jasmine was anxiously awaiting a chance to get big enough to handle the manmeat Tiger had left hanging in plain view. "Ready, Jas?"

"Yes, yes! Hurry!"

"Okay," he muttered, trying to manipulate the ridiculously tight gloves. "Three, two, one! Grow!"

Jas held her arms out as she waited for her body to grow. She kept her eyes level with Tiger's, waiting for her view to climb up over his.

It didn't.

"... Tiger? Is it working?"

The buff behemoth glanced down at the panel. "Uh... It says everything's normal. You should be growing, right now..."

Jasmine looked down as well. "Oh, look- the panels getting smaller, compared to me. So... I guess I AM growing? But...?" She looked back up, and got an eyeful of abs. Rising abs. "... What the fur-?!"

"No, wait- Jas, you're shrinking! And so is the bed! And the room! And- wait..."

*SCHRIP!*

Tiger's already-straining gloves gave up entirely, bursting apart as his massive muscles outgrew them. "Um, Jas, I think we might have a problem."

Grinning at the huge cock expanding towards her, Jasmine asked, "What, exactly, is the problem, here?" She reached out and ran a hand over the broad head, stroking the rim obscenely.

Tiger moaned, rather than replied.

“Still, I think if we should be playing with such a big load, it would be wise to try and boost my size a little dearest…” Jas said, scooting back in preparation again for the growth to come.

Tiger whimpered slightly, trying to work the panel with his claw tips, but also doing his best to stave off the building arousal he was getting not only from his size increase but Jasmine’s attentions.

“Is it working?” Tiger asked the size difference between the two so much he could not tell if she was gaining anything.

“Y-yes, I believe so.” She responded, indeed noticing she was growing larger again but blinked, feeling that familiar crackling tingle resound in the air between the two as Tiger started to vibrate once more and growled, partially in lust and partially in annoyance. “Here we go again…”

Jasmine squeaked in alarm, but also felt her heart pounding in excitement. She watched Tiger swell further, his muscles bulking and expanding beyond what they were before, incredible, he could most likely out class any bodybuilder by this point in his size alone. Not to mention his shaft had thickened and grown further, rivaling what one would consider being a pillar.

Unfortunately for Jas, the Tiger’s continuous growth had caused his tail end to block one of the doorways and his paws the other as his head nearly scrapped the ceiling.

“J-Jas, I don’t think we should try that again anytime soon…unless you want to pay for a new roof…and maybe a new house…”

She giggled, looking up at the massive tiger, her cheeks blushing as her tail swayed madly. “Oh, I think I’m fine with this.” She said, leaning forward and putting her arms against his throbbing rod.

"Maybe I did create this through the company and my own bio-enhancements.." she mused to herself, but peering back at that veiny tigerhood before her, she couldn’t help but snicker. "But the benefits are definitely outweighing the disadvantages."

Tiger peered down at her, catching her mischievous grin, and was uncertain what he would soon be in for, but knowing Jas, it would be worth it.

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In the previous story, the "Macrover Moving Company" was introduced, which grows its employees to move stuff and other heavy objects that cannot be moved by normal heavy machinery. I was fitted with a bio-implant that allows me to change my size and tiger snookums is the technician or "techy" who's responsible for controlling and operating said bio-implant device that's inside of me. Only this time, it would seem that the bio-implant has backfired, resulting in an unexPECted side effect that has caught both tiger snookums and I off guard.

Or has it?

Jasmine is the property of yours truly, and is mah bitch! X3
Story was written by  vdo &  ilkarin
Art was commissioned from and drawn by a super-duper artist.