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Attack of the 50-Foot Furs! A Kotep and Miss Macro RP

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A black line cut though the air, moving in a slow wave before it pulled tight, locked into place at both ends. Two dark shapes traveled across the line, then pulled it back once on the roof of the museum. The two thieves dressed in black set about getting into the museum.

The more acrobatic of the two curled around a support column and gradually lowered herself down to a grand window. She crouched next to one of the corner sections. With a small whirring blade from her belt, she cut around the edges of the glass panel, angling the cut in so that it would fall outward. She delicately lay the pane of glass on the ledge she was perched on, then squeezed herself through the opening she'd made.

Two minutes later, the rooftop door clicked softly and opened, and the feline thief motioned to her partner to come quickly. She was of an average height, and stayed skinny so that she could fit through tight places like windows. Her dark, blue-gray fur blended in well with the black bodysuit she was wearing, and a short purple ponytail stuck from the back of the black ski cap she wore.

As they climbed down the stairs to the museum's exhibit levels, Denali couldn't help grinning. This was always so exciting for her.
 
The larger of the two thieves, who went by the name Nyla, carefully entered the museum through the door which her partner had opened from the inside,a large and heavy backpack over her shoulders. Like Denali, she was dressed in a black bodysuit that hugged the curves and countours of her body, her long hair, black with a single silver stripe along the centre, bound into a tight bun at the base of her neck. There were all sorts of horrible puns about catsuits and cat burgelers that were just waiting to be made, but she kept herself in check for now. The less noise they made the easier this would be.

Silently, they made their way down the spiral staircase, counting floors as they passed by the emergency fire escapes that led into the stairwell from each floor of the museum. They were all set so that if any was opened it would trigger an alarm not only in the museum itself, but at the police and fire stations in town. Eventually, they arrived at thier destination - the third floor.

Nyla unslung her pack and unzipped it. After rummaging through the contents, she emerged with a tiny pair of wire cutters, the kind that electricians often used, in her hand. She handed them to Denali, who was much more suited to delicate work, and motioned to the top of the door, where it was connected to the alarm system, cupping her hands to form a foothold to allow her partner to access the wire that would need to be severed.
 
Denali followed along behind her stronger companion, counting the floors along with her. She had managed to sneak in through an air duct, but Nyla couldn't do that as well, and she was certain neither of them could do it with their loot in tow.

Her foot went into Nyla's hand, her opposite leg pushed against the wall for balance. She leaned up close to the alarm box, carefully snipping the wires with a smooth hand. First, the wires that would send the signal out to the authorities, then those that would trip the alarm.

She slid back down and gave the handle of the door a gentle push, then paused. Nothing, perfect. She pushed the door open slowly, stepping out into the exhibit hall and checking for any guards. There were none, so she nodded back to Nyla.
 
With the door open and no alarms triggered, it was an easy stroll through the darkened museum, passing by other Ancient Egyptiam exhibits that held little or no attraction for the two thieves; an open sarcophagus, various pieces of gold jewellry and varios other odds and ends. Nyla had a map, to which she referred every so often to make sure that they were heading for the right place. And they were.

At the end of a short corridor was a glass box, about six feet high. Inside the box was a plinth, plaster probably, but painted gold. Behind the plinth, at an angle so as to show museum-goers the reverse of the item on display, was a mirror. On the plinth, held open in a specially designed stand, was a scroll. It was covered, both sides, in tiny but exquisitely detailed paintings of animals, together with closely spaced Egyptian Hieroglyphs.

"There it is," said Nyla in a deep whisper.
 
Denali looked over all the things that they weren't planning on stealing with a small feeling of regret in the pit of her stomach. Perhaps they would have time after taking the scroll to pick up some other things. She'd hate to leave them all just lying there, unappreciated.

At the case, she pulled another small device from her belt and sprayed it in the air. The only laser security system there was were four vertical beams, one centered on each of the four sides of the case. Breathing slowly, she took out her cutter and carefully cut out one of the corners of the case. She passed it to Nyla, then pulled on a latex glove, carefully reaching in and picking up the scroll, carefully angling it as she pulled it through the opening as to not bump the case and trigger any pressure alarms. After a minute of intense manipulation, she stepped back, holding the scroll in her gloved hand.
 
Again reaching into her pack, Nyla produced a long glass tube capped at both ends. Because the acids in their skin would damage the incredibly ancient document, neither of the thieves were not to touch it at all. Nyla pulled the cap off the tube and offered the open end to Denali, who slid the scroll into the receptical. An edge of the paper brushed against Nyla's finger as it slid into the tube, only for a fraction of a second, and so lightly that she had not felt it.
She replaced the stopper and put the tube back into the bag.
"Well, that was easy," she whispered, putting the pack over her shoulders again. "Let's get out of here."

They started to head back they way they had come when Nyla began to feel that something was wrong, a sudden tightness in her chest. She couldn't name it exactly, or put her finger on what it might have been, but it was making her nervous. And nervous people made mistakes. She cast glances back over her shoulder, wondering what might be causing this disquiet, but could find nothing, apart from the glass case, that was not how it had been before they arrived.
 
Denali's ears drooped a little, sad to hear that they wouldn't be doing any extra thieving. She followed Nyla as they walked toward the door they had disarmed, feeling a certain strangeness in her as well. Since she had touched the scroll before her partner had, she was experiencing the symptoms first.

Denali paused for a moment, tugging at the fabric of her bodysuit. With a quick glance, she saw the tops of her breasts...larger than she had ever seen them before. She gasped loudly. This couldn't be right, her breasts weren't that large. She reached her hands up to feel their size, but as her pads rubbed through the fabric, it shot a jolt of pleasure right to her brain. "Nyla...I think my boobs are growing!" she whispered urgently, the upper growth completely distracting he from how the fabric was tightening around her waist.
 
The simple weirdness of this comment was enough to cut through Nyla's concern that something was wrong. She opened her mouth to question exactly what Denali was takling about when the meaning, and the sight before her, finally sunk in. She closed it again to say "What the fuck?"

Her partner's boobs were indeed growing, and growing fast enough to actually see them swelling below the bodysuit that she wore. Nyla watched, shocked into silence, as Denali grew larger and larger. It was only when her own growth began did she notice that whatever had caused this effect in her partner had apparently happened to her as well.
Immediately, he hands moved to her bust in an effort to stop whatever was happening from happening. It did no good, just flattened her breasts against her chest, causing them to protrude through her fingers. The material of her catsuit, though Nyla was no cat, was soon stretched to breaking point.
Her hips, like Denali's, were also growing, wider and rounder and more full, until the pants of her suit did split, revealing silvery black fur beneath.
 
"Oooowooah..." Denali moaned as her body developed stunning curves and huge, firm breasts. He put her hands against the wall, arching her back as her bodysuit started to spit and tear at the seams from her swollen, sexed-up body. The shock of suddenly being turned into a sex machine was enough to make her not realize that she was about a foot taller than she had been before.

She looked over at Nyla, seeing her having problems with staying inside her suit as well. That chest, those hips, that ass...god, she just wanted to make out with her, and she didn't know why--she was perfectly straight, as far as she knew. But the busty badger was soo tempting.
 
Nyla had collapsed to all fours as her suddenly expanding breasts and hips finally burst through her catsuit, sending scraps of the material across the room. Panting as if she'd just run a marathon, she collpased to the ground, squashing her newly enlarged bust against the freezing tile floor of the museum. She felt her nipples harden at the cold and managed to roll onto her back, covering herself as best she could.

She cast a glance towards Denali to see if she was faring any better, but the cat seemed to have things as bad as she herself did. Suddenly, Nyla was overcome with a feeling of intense longing for her partner, though theri relationship had been entirely professional up til now.
 
Denali's gaze was drawn over as she heard her partner slump to the ground, turning in time to see the badger roll over, her stiff nipples pointing up into the air. She purred loudly and let go of the wall she'd been clinging to, hips swaying as she slid over to where Nyla was laid out on the floor.

"You're so...mmh, sexy," the feline purred, getting down on her knees beside her, then climbing over her stomach and straddling her. She reached down and put a paw on each of Nyla's swollen mounds, kneading them with her fingerpads just a little. She leaned down, pressing her lips to her partner's in an eager kiss that brought an unexpected and eager growl from her throat.
 
Nyla watched Denali approach with a mixture of attraction and shock. The cat, with her suddenly curvaceuos hips and bountiful bust, was somehow the most attractive sight she had ever seen, and this was what she also found so shocking. Everything seemed to go into slow motion as Denali came closer, and Nyla could see every slight jiggle of her breasts at each step, the gentle swaying of her hips, the litheness of the cat's body seeming at odds with the suddenly hour-glass physique.

And then Denali was straddling her, the cat's slight weight pressing down on her stomach and the gentle pressure of her paws on her breasts almost enough to send the badger over the edge right then. They kissed, lips locked together for what seemed like an eternity, bringing a half-purr from the cat, and a longing for more contact from the badger.
 
Now that the two were paying much more attention to each other than their surroundings, their gradual growth went largely unnoticed; they were growing at the same rate relative to each other, so they would stay in proportion.

"God, Nyla, I've never felt like this, but...you're just so hot," she whimpered, bringing herself closer to the badger. One hand remained on her breast, kneading and tweaking her stiff nipple gently, while the other slid between her broad hips, gently rubbing at her delicate folds, spreading them open. Her lips moved to her neck, nipping and sucking gently, her body rumbling with a light purr.
 
Nyla opened her mouth to reply, but merely gasped instead. She could actually feel the slight vibrations of Denali's purring through her body, the nipple between the cat's fingers and through the lips of her vagina. She could feel the heat building between her legs with the attending rush of moistness as Denali planted kisses along her neck.

Her own hands found thier way to Denali's swollen breasts, the pads of her thumbs on her nipples as she pressed them together.
 
Denali purred loudly, her heavy, sensitive breasts positively tingling when Nyla's hands moved over them and toyed with her nipples. "Nyla," she gasped, her back arching just a little. She couldn't get enough of the smooth sound of her partner's name, not enough of the smooth feeling o fher partner's body.

Her fingers held open her folds wide, allowing for her to carefully take her cail, curling it between her legs, and push the furry appendage into her, moving only slowly at first to make sure that Nyla enjoyed it. It was the first time ever she had felt so aroused. And so kinky.
 
Nyla moaned allowed as she felt Denali gently insert something into her. She could not see what it was, but by the feeling it gave her, she didn't much care. "Don't stop," she said, her voice husky and deep, digging her fingers into the flesh of Denali's enlarged breasts, before raising her head enough to play the tip of her tongue across an erect nipple.
 
Denali couldn't help herself from stating to flick her tail from side to side, as most felines did with rather excited. It squirmed inside of Nyla, twisting in strange and enticing ways. She arched back and moaned loudly, Nyla's tongue making a bolt of pleasure shoot right through her body. Feeling a small bit of wetness, she looked down in amazement to see small drops of milk falling from her breast.
 
Nyla writhed beneath Denali as Denali's tail writhed inside her. Her large, brown eyes focused on a single droplet of milk that formed from the cat's nipple, watch it swell and grow larger and heavier until it fell. She caught it on her outstretched tongue, before running it over Denali's breast to the nipple. She locked her lips around it, taking it lightly between her teeth, and sucked gently.
She was rewarded with a steady, if currently somewhat weak, flow of sweet-tasting milk.

It occured to her as she suckled that whatever was happening to Denali would be happening to her as well. The extra weight and fullness of her breasts could be down to the fact that she also was producing milk for a non-existant litter.
 
Katt reached up with both hands, squeezing her breasts together gently to accentuate the pleasure and provide more pressure for the milk squirting out into Nyla's mouth. She gave a shuddering moan when she realized that not only was she giving milk at an incresing rate, but it was making her breasts swell up further.

Fumbling a little, she started to stroke and rub one of Nyla's nipples before she twisted her head around with the dexterity of a cat, wrapped her lips around the nub of hot flesh and started to suck. All the while, her tail was lashing back and forth, working its way further into Nyla while they explored their new, milky breasts.
 
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