Description
h2. Tails' Shocking Growth - Macro Growth Animation
In the heart of Green Hills, Tails’ workshop sat surrounded by fields of tall grass and the occasional buzz of a bumblebee. Inside, the usually tidy workspace had become a whirlwind of blueprints, soldered circuits, and half-complete gadgets—all centered around a compact power module built from scratch. At its core was a curious crystal: a smooth, tannish-brown shard embedded into a metallic panel, its glow low and steady. Several wires were soldered into it, feeding the energy through a converter Tails had patched together over a week of sleepless work.
He twisted the bolt around the housing unit, and the crystal pulsed—once, then again, stronger. A sudden arc of electricity zipped from the wires and into Tails’ torso. He yelped as a surge ran through his body, but before he could retreat, his body began to respond. His frame stiffened, shoulders jerking upward as his back straightened involuntarily. Muscle fiber beneath his soft fur rippled, then swelled. His thighs pushed against the wooden floor. The change was accelerating now. His hand, forearm, and upper body extended. His rear flexed sharply, round muscle forming faster than it could be absorbed. His hips widened. Each pulse caused his fluffy ass to swell outward—first firm, then thicker, and then undeniably heavy. His tails flicked reflexively behind him, brushing against the growing curve of his backside. The pressure against his suit was growing unbearable, seams creaking as they tried to hold back the slow expansion of his lower half.
Sweat beaded down his forehead as he staggered backward, legs wobbling beneath new weight. His feet creaked as his feet lengthened and the floor groaned under his increasing mass. The panel sparked again, its readings going haywire, now fully syncing with whatever transformation it had triggered. Tails clenched his fists, breathing heavily. Each contraction of his muscles made him larger, broader, heavier. His thickened thighs brushed together. His rear bounced subtly with each unintentional shift of his stance. The workshop creaked around him—worktables sliding, tool racks tilting. But part of him knew: it might already be too late.
He was still... growing...
- Rating
- E
- Score
- 522
- Favorites
- 973
- Comments
- 9
- Uploader
- Mairo
- File
- jpg 455x256
- Duration
- 272.170s
- Parent
- 6060427