A Little Bit At A Time - Part 2 (Commission for G79)

TAGS: M/F, Growth/Expansion, Slice-Of-Life-Ish, Macro/Macro Growth

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It wouldn’t be long until Kallies felt a smile creep up on her, not quite thinking about it as much as her body simply reacted the best way it knew how to this sudden change of events. She didn’t know whether it looked predatory or welcoming, or how much tooth she was showing, but she did know Geordie took one final step towards her, all-but smushing his cock against her abdomen while slyly winking, seemingly unwilling to verbalise what they were both thinking. Luckily for the dragoness, she had no need for words; with her body having grown to far surpass that of the wolf’s, all she needed to do was move forward and gently press down on Geordie, who happily let himself “fall” onto the sands blow, cock at the ready as it jutted upwards, almost invitingly so.

Now, Kallies just had to take the plunge. The shaft was there, throbbing, leaking copious amounts of pre already, the watermelon-sized nuts underneath it practically clenching with every heartbeat in their desperation to vent their contents. She could tell that, once the dam broke, she was going to end up with a bloated belly and quite likely several more inches to her everything, but while that thought would’ve terrified her beforehand, now she just wanted to see it through as quickly as possible. Thus, biting her lip, the dragoness moved to loom over the wolf below her, positioning herself so that her legs were on either side of him, giving that cock something to aim for… at least, after she produced a claw from one of her fingers and snapped her swimwear off.

She could swear that dick got even bigger when she did so, but at the angle it was at, it was hard to be sure. Besides, Kallies had better things to do than think about measurements, such as the selfsame member she had firmly poking at her lower lips, spreading them apart in a way she’d never experienced before; yes, the dragoness did have previous sexual encounters, but never one where the male half of the equation was so… the word she was looking for was “oversized”, but she couldn’t quite think of it on account of having said “oversized” splitting her open so thoroughly that the one thing she wanted to do was open her mouth and scream for it to go deeper.

It was out of her hands though, on account of how her legs stopped working properly. They were already wobbling as a result of the past couple of minutes, already barely capable of holding up her body weight, but now? Now they were fully unable to sustain her, unable to keep the dragoness from collapsing, and while normally this would’ve been just fine, she wasn’t dealing with a regular dick; rather than falling onto a shaft that was large, yes, but still within regular bounds, Kallies instead got one last flash of sight of the biggest cock she’d seen in her life before she fell down on it, gravity being its regular self as it forced the dragoness to take the full length in one, practically unlubricated go.

The sounds that came out of her were obscene, to put it at the absolute least. They weren’t even moans, nor could they be called such; they were the sort of noises one might hear coming from the woods during breeding season, when the animals went wild with heat and arousal and the stench of pheromones filled the air. They were the sort of noises one would expect to hear coming from a mindless beast, not someone like Kallies; yet, they were definitely being produced by the giantess, definitely coming out of her throat with every inch of dick she took, eyes rolling upwards into her skull as the insertion stretched her body to the breaking point.

She shouldn’t have been able to take it all. At some point, it should have reached a point where her body just stopped, incapable of going any further… but it would appear that whatever had caused her to grow so large to begin with had also affected her elasticity, seeing as she near-effortlessly welcomed the entirety of Geordie’s cock into her slit; to say it fit snugly would be the biggest lie though, because it most certainly did not: she still felt like she was about to be ripped in half from how immense that thing was, but, simultaneously, she still didn’t want it out of her. Quite the contrary in fact, as the longer she remained speared, the more her watery eyes dried up and let her see that bulge where her belly once was, the more Kallies came to… enjoy it, for lack of a better word.

It was a sense of fullness that she’d never experienced before, like she’d had a hole inside her that had only then been filled… in more than just the literal sense, of course. She was a lock desperate for a key, and now said key had waltzed in and resolved that existential angst that the dragoness didn’t even know she had… and she felt free. Freer, in fact, than she’d ever felt before, like her old self had been sloughed off like a dead snakeskin, and with it a weight was taken off her shoulders. Despite being heavier than ever, she’d never felt lighter, though perhaps this was more easily explained by her body undergoing yet another growth spurt when she least expected it.

It had been weeks since the first signs of change had come, this much Kallies now knew, and in those weeks she had “only” grown a couple of feet taller. More than most people did when they were past puberty, but nothing too excessive; she was still a dragoness, and she was sure others of her kind existed out there that were much larger than seven foot tall. Indeed, in her head, the growth had been downright restrained compared to what it could have been: such as right there and then, where, absent any more reason to hold back, it seemed as if her body decided to start pumping mass into her at an alarmingly fast rate.

The process was the same as it always had been: she felt heavier, denser, more pressured, dreadfully so for a few seconds before her muscles relaxed and she released the additional weight in the form of more volume, growing taller to compensate; as before, her bust received just the slightest bit more than the rest of her, not enough to make it gargantuan, but more than sufficient to have her visibly go through cup sizes, one letter at a time. They key difference was that she wasn’t going from six-foot-three to six-foot-five, but jumping straight to twelve feet in height like it was the most natural thing in the world.

At the same time, she wasn’t growing by herself. It would’ve been bad enough if that were the case, but the dragoness just so happened to be sitting on top of Geordie, and Geordie just so happened to have his cock firmly lodged inside of her. So for every inch the dragoness gained, that was another inch of dragoness the wolf had to contend with… and, in a similar vein, even more space that he had to fill if he wanted to keep that bulge going. It was unfair for Kallies not to have her insides rearranged by way of the biggest dick she’d taken, so it only made sense that Geordie, too, should grow to compensate; and with nowhere else to go, not that he’d want to go anywhere else, the only option left for the wolf was to grow.

It was a new experience for him, given that all of his extra mass had been condensed squarely in his shaft and nuts. He’d never had the chance to know what it was like to just be bigger overall, but now that he had… suffice it to say that the dragoness wasn’t the only one making undignified noises anymore once the growth began in earnest. Granted, the ones coming out of Geordie were slightly muffled as a result of him being underneath Kallies, who had taken to leaning down on him hard enough to make it hard to breathe, but that didn’t stop him; if anything, it only made the noises louder, as the wolf’s arousal reached a peak that even he, in his heightened state of arousal, found ludicrous.

Thankfully, it was out of their hands now. Both of their bodies were reacting to the arousal in the only way they knew how, expanding outwards and pumping more mass into wherever was needed, leaving Kallies progressively taller, and Geordie progressively more hung, giving them both a reason to let go and enjoy one another like they were animals in heat. With her added size, Kallies even found the strength to start bouncing up and down on that shaft she was speared on; it might’ve taken a bit before her legs were working again, and even longer before she had the muscular coordination needed to even use them at all, but as soon as her brain remembered how they were supposed to work, she had nothing left between herself and slamming down on that cock as hard as she could, every other second, then every second, then faster and faster as she found her pace and rhythm.

The whole beach was going to be hearing them by the end, but neither of them cared; it was far too late to get the two “friends” to listen to anything resembling reason, and were it not for their own physical limitations, they would’ve gleefully taken over the whole stretch of seaside already. Thankfully, they were both getting there already: while their growth rate wasn’t so absurd that they would be beach-sized any time soon, they were still getting bigger by the second, and far faster than they had been up until then. So fast, in fact, that they inevitably attracted the attention of someone with a vested interest in keeping episodes like those under control.

While the rest of the beach goers were still struggling to understand what was happening in front of them, someone else had appeared amidst the crowd, looking far more resolute in each step they took towards the two lovers making a scene in the middle of the sand. She loomed over those around her, dressed entirely in a one-piece swimsuit that hugged her curves almost scandalously, each step she took sashayed to perfection, as if meant to entice. Yet, she was very clearly focused more on what she was seeing than on bringing a tiny cutie home with her; indeed, the look on her face was a powerful mixture of concern and irritation, almost like she’d been yanked off something important to come mop up someone else’s mess.

Which, all things considered, wasn’t that far off from the truth.

“So, finally cutting loose are we?” the second dragoness spoke up, hands on her hips as she looked up at Kallies, occasionally glancing down at the wolf underneath the latter, “Took you a while to figure out what was happening, but I didn’t expect you to do it here of all places.”

No response. In fact, it was doubtful whether either of the two lovers even noticed the appearance of their newest guest at all, so deep were they into their ministrations.

“Then again, with how much time you’ve been spending here, I suppose… eh, no point thinking about it. Now, either of you going to actually speak up or am I going to have to take drastic measures?”

Once again, no response. By then, the dragoness was legitimately beginning to feel like she was being outright ignored; tapping her foot, she let out a long, almost theatrical sigh, before snapping her fingers loudly enough to muffle the sounds of lovemaking for a brief moment… only to seemingly blink out of existence for a brief instant, reattuning to reality as her body was reshaped to better fit what she needed to do to those two.

Dianah was not having it, and the worst part of it all was that it was entirely her fault. She thought that if she just gave those two lovebirds a little push, they would’ve realised what they felt for one another ran deeper than just friendship, and would come to terms that maybe they should try for something a little deeper. She thought that maybe, if only she made them grow a little bit, their lewder sides would come out and serve as motivation; at no point did the dragoness imagine that both Kallies and Geordie would successfully fail to notice anything was wrong for so long, only for it to blow up in their faces as spectacularly as it had.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, she could accept a little bit of growth, but not the sort of rampant explosion of size building up between the two lovers. If she didn’t do anything to stop them, there was a decent chance they’d go macro in scale, and then it’d fall on her to explain why she had allowed things to get to that point before stepping in; the last thing Dianah wanted to do was fill out paperwork detailing why it absolutely wasn’t when her fault (when it most certainly was), and as the one calling the shots for that world, the time for fucking around in the sidelines was over.

Effortlessly, she made herself a good thirty feet tall, enough to loom over Kallies and place one hand on their head, pushing them down gently. No sense going for the kill just yet; it’d be remiss of her not to give the out-of-control couple at least two or three chances to stop using less invasive means, and if nothing else, then at least she owed them that much for their friendship alone. Thus, she placed more and more weight on Kallies, hoping the smaller dragoness would get the idea and stop growing once the sense of pressure grew too high… only for said dragoness to take up more and more of Dianah’s hand, as they were very much not slowing down, much less stopping.

Frowning, the larger of the three grew herself out even more, reaching nearly sixty feet before really leaning over to practically flatten Kallies against Geordie… and only then realising how stupid a move this was, given what was hapenning down below. Dianah had a second or two to slap herself across the forehead before both the wolf and his mate opened their mouths and let loose a series of moaning yowls loud enough to be heard downtown, just as the ground quaked underneath them to herald yet another growth spurt.

This one, however, was not one that Dianah could just stop. Much as she didn’t want to admit it, Kallies and Geordie had slightly slipped away from her, enough so that she couldn’t do the usual shtick of showing up, snapping her fingers, and forcing them back to their regular size; unfortunately for her, she still had to try anyway, so another fingersnap was produced, yet more dozens of feet thrown onto her frame, and soon enough, Kallies had a colossal paw pressing down on her from above, as Dianah, by then desperate to get her friends’ attention, resorted to means that she normally wouldn’t.

She knew full well they ran the risk of just driving the horny up even further, but she had to try anyway, and she was out of ideas beyond just tearing the two apart from one another by force. Maybe, she thought to herself as she struggled to maintain balance, if she just kept herself there for long enough, at least Geordie would feel enough weight on him that he’d complain about it, or Kallies would try and get on her feet only to realise she couldn’t… or, the two of them could keep going at it like bunnies in heat, either unaware or uncaring that a titaness several times their size was literally stepping on them as a means of keeping them under control. Hell, they only grew faster as a result, because who was Dianah to tell them they had to stop?

The two of them were exercising their purest love for one another, and it wouldn’t be a dragoness like Dianah who could walk in and tell them they were doing it wrong. They felt like growing, and thus they would; the maths was simple there, and anyone caught trying to tell them otherwise was welcome to put in a complaint in order to be duly ignored. They had eyes only for one another, finally locked together now that Geordie had caught up with Kallies and the two of them could be together like they were meant to from the very beginning; and in so being, in looking deep into one another’s soul, they knew they belonged there, forever, holding one another in an embrace that would never end, growing ever more potent and bigger as time went on.

Sure, they could feel the sand beneath them, or the encroaching wall of stone leading up to the beachside road. They could hear the panicked yelps of the many tourists and locals enjoying a sunny day to hit the waterline, as they could hear the scrambling of cars and other vehicles as their occupants tried to drive away as quickly as they could, only to get stuck in traffic. Soon enough they would hear the noise of crumbling concrete once they grew large enough to encroach upon the first row of apartment blocks with a seaside view, but even then they couldn’t care; not out of malice, but because why should they?

They had one another, and right there and then, that’s all they really needed to worry about. Kallies wanted to ride a shaft bigger than she could take, Geordie just happened to have it, and together they would make beautiful music… though, perhaps cacophony would be a better choice of word for what they were actually doing, in between the grinding, the creaking, the moaning and howling, and other assorted sounds their growing bodies produced.

Dianah, in sharp contrast, was stuck trying to make sense of what was happening, seeing as the energy released by the two people rapidly outgrowing her was the exact same she had come to associate with out-of-control macro episodes, and that was something she had absolutely no way of dealing with. Growers were one thing, but people gaining size on that scale, and fueled by raw horny as well? She might as well try and move a mountain with a pinky for how absurd the task was.

Still, she had to try. She had to keep growing bigger to keep up, had to pour on the feet, the yards, however much was necessary to stay ahead of the curve, even if she knew she was doomed to be matched and then surpassed. Kallies and Geordie were both awash in their arousal, incapable of thinking of anything other than fucking one another, their minds reduced to the same sort of bestial instincts that their distant ancestors would be governed by. They were no longer friends enjoying a day at the beach, they were ever-greater giants whose adoration for one another’s form could only be expressed in raw carnal bliss, in whatever form would come.

In their case, it was the wolf ceaselessly pounding into the dragoness, who for her part was doing her best to roll her hips in tandem in order to get the most out of each thrust. The air was filled with wet plapping, the sound of flesh on flesh, along with the strained moans of a giantess who, despite her immense size, was still drastically overfilled; Geordie had kept up, had kept his cock at a girth so great that he doubted whether he’d be able to walk around with it: in between his dick proper and the nuts underneath it, he’d likely have to be dragging something along the ground.

How fortuitous, then, that he didn’t have to walk, but had only himself and Kallies to worry about. How fortuitous that Kallies was eager to take his shaft and impale herself upon it, doing her best to bounce on something she had absolutely no way of taking, yet did so anyway. Theirs was the realm of the impossible now: the dragoness was nearing on the high three digits, he was following suit shortly after, and whoever was trying to stop them had either given up or had their efforts diminished to such a point that they weren’t even noticeable anymore. Blissfully ignorant of Dianah’s attempts at curtailing the budding disaster, Geordie carried on doing the one thing he knew how to: bucking his hips, and pistoning into Kallies…

… who, lacking any incentive to do anything at all, did the one thing she had left: bounce on it. There was a cock, she was being filled by it, and sometimes it hardly even mattered who it belonged to, just as long as it was there. Not that she’d ever truly forget about Geordie though; she might, on occasion, blank out a bit and not remember she was supposed to be a thinking creature, but then she’d open her eyes and see the wolf either looking up at her or growling with his teeth clenched: either were perfect, just as long as it was Geordie there. Her Geordie. Her precious wolf.

And Geordie himself could only ever see Kallies, rising above him like a giantess of legend, insurmountably beautiful, overwhelmingly enormous, until the very sky itself was blotted by her presence. Granted, it could be because of all that boob he had pressed against his face, but still; he wasn’t about to complain, or question, or do anything other than service his soulmate, his other half, the one person in existence who completed him like no other.

Dianah, for her part, was effectively stuck trying to serve as the immovable force to that couple’s unstoppable object, and despite her best attempts at stalling, it was clear that she would eventually lose out in the end. She could try her best to delay the inevitable, could try and employ a series of tricks of dubious legality and even more doubtful efficacy. She could, but ultimately, should she? Because she wasn’t seeing a way out of that mess using conventional methods, unconventional ones, or even whatever the hell she figured out to be the “only” way out, whatever that might be. Indeed, the more Dianah stared at the two giants in front of her, the more she was convinced that they were both… inevitable.

It was her fault, really. Her fault for enabling it, her fault for giving both Geordie and Kallies a boost that neither of them would be able to control, her fault for not pulling back immediately after realising her plan was going off the rails. Her fault that the two of them were even allowed to have that solitary minute of understanding, her fault that a great deal of buildings were being flattened as a result of the budding bodies of Kallies and Geordie. And, ultimately, her fault for not joining in.

It was going to end in disaster anyway, so why bother pretending otherwise? It wasn’t as if she ever had a chance of stopping it, so why not just grow herself out too and throw herself into the ring? At least then she’d have some fun out of it, rather than being worried all the time; plus, she was sure the two lovers would appreciate the tender touch of someone who was actually experienced with rampant self-indulgence at those scales.

She could always put stuff back together when it was all done. No one would ever notice, after all.

So why not just enjoy herself for once?