No Shame in Size - Part 6 (Patreon)

A deep ‘YAAAAaawn’ echoed inside Brie's bedroom. Two large hands reached towards the ceiling, the huge cat stretching himself shortly after waking up. 

Today was Tuesday, his friend Owen was coming over later to pick up discarded shoes that wouldn’t fit anymore. 

Brie laid in bed, his feet touching the ground. This felt weirder than usual. Heavier. One of those mornings. 

He swung his body over to the side and felt the additional momentum his newly acquired mass entailed. Painful groans echoed from the bed with every slightest movement from the feline. 

Thud. Thud. 

Planting his paws next to outgrown slippers, he stood up. And up. And up. His point of view rose a good portion higher than he was used to from yesterday; one of those mornings.

The downstairs neighbors don’t even dare to complain about the noise; just one accidental look at the upstairs resident was enough to intimidate them into submission. 

Brie simply smiled and walked towards the bathroom door; but before ducking and entering, he would stand in front and above the doorway to scratch a new marking into the wall. 

He used to mark his height on his kitchen cupboard, but this would prove difficult with time- the kitchen was getting more cramped with every passing day. Now, he opted towards using his fingernail on the drywall in the relatively spacious bedroom. Yesterday's marking was already three and a half inches below his scalp. Three inches. In a single night. He had to push the eight foot mark by now…

Before the six hundred pound feline ducked to enter, he marveled over the doorway being level with his nipples. 

Time to get ready. The corners of his mouth rose into a cocky grin as he imagined Owen in front of him. Level with the bottom of his chest. His friend has always been proud of his 6’7” stature, but next to this cat? What would he say? They hadn’t seen each other since Brie was 7’1”...

After twisting and turning through the tight door frame, he turned on the shower. Hot steam filled the room. One tug at the uncomfortably tight boxer shorts waistband was enough to tear it to shreds. He had to get them custom made just three days ago, and now? Already way too small. The shower head? Below chest level. The mirror? Just barely able to capture his entirety. But what was in the mirror captured Brie’s attention. A hulking 7’11” cat with balls as big as grapefruit. An endowment larger than his forearm 3 months ago. It sprang to life as he analyzed this muscle bound giant in the reflection. Was this how people saw him? Was this really him? This fucking adonis of a man!

One thing led to another and his hand moved down towards the meaty shaft, the other massaging the overgrown ballsack. Biceps that could crush skulls moved rhythmically with every savoring stroke. Pre started pooling at the virile tip… Was he really doing this? Getting off at his own body?

Yes. “Look at yourself!”, one part of his mind yelled at him. And looking he did - until a familiar warm feeling washed over him again. He felt big again. Really big. Fucking massive. His meaty muscles felt a bit sore, his legs a little strained. Until they responded with more cat. His point of view slowly rose. More feline filled the room. More muscle. More shoulders. More dick. God. 

He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes in endless ecstasy - “Hnnhhff.. more.. More, c’mon!”..

And more he got…

Twenty minutes later, he exited the impossibly low doorway, smiling and breathing heavily. A larger claw tore a new marking into the drywall. Yesterday's height was already below his current eye level. 

Time to get ready. Look for clothes. Whatever might still fit…. 

He stomped out of the hot and humid bathroom. Excessive amounts of seed stained the mirror, sink and walls. Dents in the drywall and ceiling became part of the look. 

His friend was coming over now. The downstairs neighbors heard a deep chuckle.