Abracapuff Chapter 3: The Anklebiter

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X: The walk back to Tesoro's house was a long one, especially with the added weight of her still-massive hips. Yet, she trudged on. She was lucky not to have made any cracks in the sidewalk, because public property damage posed insanely stiff tickets.

Tesoro recalled one particular individual in a larger city who had, in a fit of road rage, began smashing her own car out of frustration. [glass shattering, metal denting] With bits of metal and glass flying everywhere, it was inevitable that she'd hurt herself in the process. To exactly none of the onlookers surprise, she had managed to whiff several times, bashing her own side instead. When all was said and done, she ended up large enough to occupy the entire road, smothering several parking meters in the process. It took hours for emergency workers to pry her outrageously engorged self free from between the buildings beside her.

The fees that crazy woman received for both reckless endangerment and disturbing the peace were both relatively mild... but for bending even a couple of those meters, she was slammed badly enough to be forced into chapter 7 bankruptcy. Tesoro shuddered at the thought. While she wasn't in such dire straits to make her live day-to-day, but a big fat tax was the *last* thing she needed.

But, she was able to make it to her home. Anything that happened here *stayed* here, as far as the state was concerned. Not that there was a lot of room for things to happen, no thanks to the scattered, but significant piles of built-up possessions Tesoro had collected. Her pack-ratedness was evident, but by no means could it be considered severe hoarding. Despite being an fully-grown, independent woman, her residence could've easily have been mistaken for that of a teenager's.

The front door to her small, mildly dingy home swings open to reveal the owner herself, carrying an unconscious someone over her shoulder. Tesoro then flops Jinx onto the living room couch, [impact on leather] shaking the clothes set up on the headrest for tomorrow.

Taking another look at Jinx confirmed that, yes, she was out cold. Completely so. She would stay this way until Tesoro deactivated her half of the crystal, located somewhere on her person. Tomorrow morning, she had plans to string it up into a sort of bracelet.


But for now, it sat in her back pocket, it's energy suppressing Jinx's ability to do much of anything until Tesoro dictated that she could. She creeped closer to Jinx, taking a malicious comfort in the knowledge that there'd be no resistance to whatever plans ran about in Tesoro's mind. She let out a single exhaling puff through her nostrils, this was it. Time for retribution.

[scare chord building for 4-5 seconds, make the listener think that tesoro is gonna do something /really/ bad, cut off abruptly when next line begins]

Tesoro then lightly punched Jinx in the left boob, causing it to swell up slightly.

The madwoman playfully giggled to herself (T: Eheehehehe...) before darting off to her bedroom. She sure got Jinx good.

That night, despite having *quite* the hectic day, Tesoro would sleep soundly, hitting the hay at an oddly early time of 10 PM- she was more used to getting shut-eye at 1 or 2 AM.

[birds chirping, cicadas making cicada noises]

She awoke at around noontime, having completely shrunken down to size hours ago. Before she even changed out of her nightwear, that being nothing but a bra and panties, she searched around. After finagling the crystal onto a generic double-laced leather bracelet, she changed into a pair of her usual getup and grasped her new armwear.

Jinx's eyes flew open instantly, worried that she had been put to sleep for another century. A familiar shrill calmed those fears, only to replace it with disappointment over Tesoro's continued presence.

T: (cheery-singing) Rise and shiiine!

Jinx let out a heavy, annoyed sigh. Her surroundings looked just about how she had expected them to. Hardly any sense of organization or worth attached to her belongings, as they were strewn about the room in a seemingly random matter. Why have books, clothes, or cooking utensils if they weren't going to put in the right places? Then again, this wasn't a question Jinx was about to ask. She already knew the answer would be along the lines of "it's convenient", or some other cop out. But, whatever. Jinx rubbed her eyes and replied.

J: (groggy) Hmmm... mmm, I'm assuming this is the pigsty you live in?

T: *That's* no way to talk to someone who got you out of jail.

J: Excuse you, I'll talk in whatever way I want, thanks for aski-

X: Jinx falls right back to sleep, before Tesoro deactivates the crystal again.

T: Now, let's try that again. Good mooorning, Jinx!

J: (another heavy sigh, before begrudgingly complying) Good morning Tesoro.

T: (continued cooing) Do you want to know what you'll be learning today, my ever-loyal bodyguard?

J: (flatly) How to escape from kidnappings?

T: No, silly! You'll be getting your first summon today! It's an awfully useful thing to have.

J: If that's the case, then why don't you have one?

T: I'm good at bringing them forth! Just not... eheh... keeping them around.

X: Jinx shot Tesoro a look of doubt.

T: But that's where you come in! People always try to pry things away from me, but no more!

X: With her irritation boiling, Jinx felt the strong urge to lecture Tesoro about how, instead of relying on other people's good will to help her in tough situations, should could just... improve herself... but she already knew what the outcome of *that* would be.

T: Now come along, we have a looong day of *lessons* ahead of us! ("lessons" is higher pitch)

[light wooden doors swinging open]

X: The two secluded themselves in the backyard, surrounded entirely by unreasonably tall fences. The wooden boards had visibly seen better days, but at they served their purpose nonetheless, even *if* there were only chipped remnants of the paint that once gave the fence a vibrant orange. One had to wonder, though, what was next door that Tesoro wanted to keep out so badly? This train of thought had the brakes pulled on it when, with the snap of her fingers, Tesoro called for Jinx's attention.

T: Ey, we've got summons to... summon. You wanna to learn this stuff, or what?

X: (matter-of-factly) No.

J: Sure.

X: There wasn't a "no" that could be said until Jinx was able to seize that crystal away from Tesoro. It sounded easy on paper: run up, deliver a swift backhand to the face, rip it off her wrist and run. But then you factor in the crystal's effect, and it becomes Tesoro's trump card. She continued with her lesson, instructing Jinx and guiding her through the motions of summoning. She put her right arm out, palm facing down, fingers spread, spread her feet apart, and half expected for this to break out into some sort of dance move. Somehow, this looked *even stupider* to Jinx than that whole business with the orbs and how you had to squeeze the balls to get power or whatever other dumb shit everyone collectively agreed upon going with. This is a prevailing trend as Jinx tried to think about literally anything *other* than what she was doing. How.

Just HOW.

Did tens of powerful figures- perhaps hundreds or even thousands, she didn't know, get together, and all go: "yes, this is how we want to run society from now on". Absolutely incredible.

With a poof of smoke, the creature was summoned.

Ugh...

It looked like a grotesque mishmash of random animal parts. Describing it's appearance to a tee would not be for the faint of heart, but the goop coming out of *some* part of it was sufficient enough reason for Tesoro to get rid of this creature as soon as possible. She ran up, swang her foot in a biiig arc, and kicked it into the fence with such force to make football players blush. It disintegrated into a hazy fog upon contact, not even having the courtesy to at least inflate before doing so.

After a scolding from so-called "Master Tesoro", as she had now dubbed herself, Jinx tried it again, this time focusing entirely on the summoning process. After one more poof of smoke, similar enough in nature to send chills of worry down Tesoro's spine, out came... a creature that *didn't* look like an utter crime against humanity! Huzzah!

Rather, she stood on two legs, with dark skin and sets of impressively-lengthed claws on both her feet and hands. Despite being entirely nude, she didn't seem to have any genitalia to speak of. Two long, narrow, sharp-looking ears jutted out the sides of her head, and even sharper fangs were exposed when she bent over forwards and exposed her maw.

Tesoro ran back inside as quickly as she could. She knew what was about to go down. Jinx, however, did not.

J: Tesoro? Where are you going?

X: Just as quickly as Jinx had turned around to see where Tesoro was heading off to, she turned back around. The creature quickly sidestepped in anticipation for whatever Jinx may have done, before going on the attack. A mighty [bear trap trigger] CHOMP on Jinx's right thigh! Jinx yelped, cup size suddenly jumping several increments at once. She rapidly flailed her leg about in an effort to shake the pest off.

J: TESORO, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!?!

T: [muffled behind window] (shouting) Every summon comes out the gate looking for a challenge. I told you this the first time around!

X: The continued gnawing only hindered Jinx's ability to fight back. Her chest billowed and stretched at a rapid pace, far more than it ever had previously. She felt a hot fluid coursing through her veins, suspiciously accompanied by a searing sensation near the area where she was being repeatedly bit. The creature hissed, before releasing it's iron clasp... but the damage had been done. Jinx's light-blue melons were easily the size of her head, if not a degree larger.

They stuck out of her body to such an extent that sag was nonexistent, jutting her breasts out an obnoxious distance from the rest of her body. Her bottom half quickly followed up in a similar fashion, widening and softening her usually-toned thighs. In it's place was a mass of flesh, unbelievably soft to the touch. Much softer than Tesoro's own fat booty had been earlier, and warmer to boot. The creature finally released it's clasp [bear trap release], how unusual.

Jinx attempted to lift one leg in order to flee from battle, but it was of no use. She was stuck in place, forced to stand in place and take whatever else was coming her way. She braced, preparing for the worst. Within but a single second, she received a murderous blow to the midsection, her breasts and ass jolting multiple inches outward as the hit landed. Heavier she grew, yet without a single hint of cellulite in sight. Nothing but a smooth tract of skin reflecting in the early morning sun.

Skin that fought back against her oppressive wear.

[single thread of clothing giving way] Ping, goes the first thread of cotton clothing. Tesoro, with her obnoxiously long and receptive cat ears, is able to clearly hear the thread give way. The side of her face is covered by a palm. Failure, thy name is Jinx.

A silky snap is heard within the increasingly tight confines of her dress, a black brassiere soon after falling to the soil. More threads fail in rapid succession, clothing giving up the fight. [rrrrrRRRRRRIIPP] This, was not a battle they would not win.

And just like that, Jinx's massive tits were out for all to view. At least, if your definition of "all" included a rabid gremlin and a cowardly manipulator. A grand total of two people were treated to the sight of Jinx's deep-indigo aerola breaking forth into the open. They were relatively small compare to the rest of her breast, only a divot compared to the liquid-filled mammoth mammaries she was currently struggling to keep from pinning her to the ground. Yet, they displayed a certain amount of plumpness to them, bulging out noticably.

Jinx was reduced to a hot mess as her last compartment began swelling with the magical energy: her womb.

[heavy, shuddering breathing, 10sec]

Jinx's hands trembled as they felt around her belly, as it inched forward. Despite only appearing mildly bloated, one brush of the finger would show that it was drum-tight. This didn't stop it from growing further, however. And as it did, Jinx writhed around, sloshing about the contents of her breasts and hips. She let out multiple frilly whines while doing so.

Inside the house, Tesoro pondered if she should intervene. Her bodyguard was outside with a vicious being, nude, flopping on the ground like she were having a seizure, AND easily the size of several exercise balls hastily strapped together. She certainly considered it... but, this was Jinx's own problem to deal with.

This "problem" was dealt with in any way Jinx could, primarily by grabbing and kneading any bloated bit of her that she could, then trying to squeezing it out any way she could.

Her gut vibrated like a bomb ready to detonate into smithereens, leaving only a blast mark as it's legacy. Jinx lurched backward, before screaming at the sky.

[elongated "AIIIEEEEEEE"-type scream, idk like 3sec]

All perception of time stopped. For one, two, three seconds... and then Jinx collapsed onto herself, laying in a heap of strewn about limbs, each pointing in a different direction.

Make no mistake, she was physically all there. Emotionally, though? Ehh...

Not so much.

The creature sat down, licking whatever part of it's body with a long, dual-pronged tongue. Tesoro came outside to inspect. Everything she saw was fairly self-explanitory. Jinx, erm, "exploded", in a certain sense of the term. It'd be a while until she was back up to speed.

Tesoro was dissappointed in Jinx not being the superheroine she had expected, but at least she did figure out one thing: Jinx wasn't *entirely* immune to having some fun every once in a while.

T: (playfully) Tch, tch.