You chatted with Bathym happily and casually as the both of you walked down the busy streets of Ikebukuro. However, both of you were so enraptured in your little conversation (regarding things such as what happened in both of your lives since you both last hung out) that neither of you noticed that the streets weren't so busy anymore.
You eventually became aware of how empty the streets were, "Uh... Bathym."
Bathym made a casual hum in response, unaware (or simply not caring) about the city block you were both walking down being barren. "Yes, Master-chan~?"
"I think we accidently wandered into the bad side of Ikebukuro." You answered. Almost by coincidence, a large gang of thugs appeared from the various alleyways of the streets; all in their late teens, either humans with a sword Sacred Artefact, or a Therian brawler.
"Look, it's Bathym, from the Ikebukuro Berserkers, and the guild master of The Summoners!" One of the gangsters yelled, pointing to you two. He wasn't any different from the other sword-wielding mooks, but he almost seemed like the leader of the gang. A large, vicious, bloodthirsty smile was on his face as he looked towards you. "Imagine the amount of Coin we could get from these two!"
Bathym laughed, "Too bad, I've got energy to spare." He began stepping forward, the same smirk he usually has whenever in the coliseum on his face. Looking at Bathym, you begin to notice something odd; usually, your head is on the same level as his pecs, but now even your forehead barely reaches up to the bottom of those pectorals.
"Did Bathym suddenly grow bigger?" You think.
The tall demon suddenly looks towards you, his usual battle-hungry grin crossing over with a kind smile that he tended to give you. "Come on, Master-chan, let's show 'em to never mess with us!"
You nod, Boundless Tail appearing in your hand. Opening the App, a battle starts. The battle is easily one-sided; despite their large numbers, the members of the gang are easily knocked out by a swing from your sword or a swift kick from Bathym.
The unexpected easiness of the battle caused you to grow distracted as you began to look over towards Bathym. Even though there was no audience to your battle, the demon still made various poses and gestures between every attack he made. You couldn't help but become hypnotised as you saw his large muscles flex with every pose, punch and kick, straps stretching tightly over his furred physique. Most notable was his large butt - something that you were thankful that he would brazenly show off - the straps around that body part in particular looking like they were ready to snap in half at any moment.
"Okay, he's definitely getting bigger." You think, even from this distance he was noticeably larger.
"Gotcha!" You look towards the voice as you see the guy that you presumed to be the gang leader, a malicious grin on his face as he held his sword high, ready to strike.
You hear Bathym scream your name as you block the strike, metal clanging as your blades clash. The leader's strength seems to be even to your own, the two of you locked in the clash. Without warning, the leader smirks, suddenly pulling his sword award. Catching you off guard, he delivers a careful roundhouse kick to the hand holding the handle of your sword, knocking it out of your grasp.
You can see Bathym, his new size more visible than ever (you wonder if he's aware that he's a few inches bigger now), running to you in your peripherals. Despite how much you tell your own body to roll out of the way, or pick your sword back up, or just do anything useful, you're unable to move as the leader aims his sword towards you...
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