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TAGS: M/F, Growth/Expansion, Curvaceous, Hyper, Teasing/Flirting, Teasing Growth

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Nothing could’ve prepared Aleksi for actually finding someone who she’d want to give the time of day to at a bar of all places; the only reason the lizardess was there was because the drinks were cheap on account of her having a pair of tits, so for her to run into another one of her kind who seemed to be not only genuinely interested in getting to know her, but also possessed  more functioning brain cells than could be counted on one hand, was one hell of a surprise. The two hit it off entirely by accident when their drinks got mixed up by the bartender, and from there it only took a few minutes before they adjourned to one of the couches set up in the “quiet corner” of the bar, separated from the dance floor by a wall just thick and insulated enough that they needn’t worry about the obnoxiously loud music. They were alone in there for the night; not that the spot was ever used much, as most people would rather visit a restaurant if they wanted to eat out, but the snacks on offer were legitimately good, and the seats comfortable enough that both Aleksi and Karl could sink into them for a few moments before making the obligatory “peace and quiet” comment. From there, the route things took was obvious, yet necessary: both of them asking the other what “someone like them” was doing at a “place like that”, exchanging platitudes over it being affordable, and slowly coming to the realization that they had a lot more in common with one another than they first realized. Neither of the two lizards could’ve ever expected things to have taken such a good turn, and this went double for Aleksi once she began feeling the effects of being exposed to that hunk of a man, in due time. They were easy to ignore at first, easy to pass off as just the alcohol clouding her judgement (despite the fact she barely had any), but it became hard to pretend like it wasn’t happening when Karl himself drew attention to it, albeit in a roundabout out: he made passing comments over the “malleability of the body”, and how all it took was “wanting it” hard enough for change to come… before dispensing with the pleasantries and making it obvious by deliberately teasing Aleksi about how gorgeously curvaceous she was, prompting her body to slim down in response. It felt impossible, and most certainly should be, but no sooner had those words reached her eyes than the lizardess’ thighs thickened just enough for her to feel her already-tight pants push against her even more, for her bust to swell to the point where it was left spilling from her bra, her ass muffin-topping from the top of her jeans as well. She sat there, listening to Karl complimenting her, and for every word that he produced, every comment, every errant thought, Aleksi felt her own form react accordingly, the teasing provoking a physical reaction as much as it did a psychological one. Even if it didn’t do the former, she still wouldn’t have stopped it; there was something special about having someone swoon over her the way Karl was, to have someone list, in excruciating detail, everything they adored about her. It made her feel appreciated, pretty even, wanted… and the fact that the words just added to it, turning her into even more of a bombshell in the process, was the cherry on top of the proverbial sundae. She didn’t even bother hiding how much she was enjoying it, her arms and legs tense as she did her best not to let them writhe around too much, her mouth stuck open as she unashamedly moaned as a means of externalizing the raw bliss she was experiencing; Aleksi felt every extra ounce of mass deposited on her, coming from absolutely nowhere as it gave her thicker legs or a fatter ass or a more ample bust, whatever Karl decided to talk about at any given time. It was clear the young man was enjoying it at least as much as Aleksi herself was, given his tone gradually shifted from merely teasing to one that would be far more at home behind locked doors; it took a while before the lizardess realized that it didn’t just sound like Karl was whispering sweet nothings into her ear, he really was doing so. In between the growing and slowly bursting from her clothes, Aleksi failed to realize that her suitor for the night was on top of her until one of his hands was sunk into an asscheek and the other was indiscriminately rubbing a belly that had grown surprisingly pudgy amidst all the other, far more sexualized changes the lizardess had gone through. Of course, by that point, she wasn’t going to complain, much less push him aside; magic words that made her grow and a lover who knew how to use their hands to maximum effect? Why, she couldn’t have asked for a better night out if she tried; hell, her one reaction was to grab the poor guy’s collar and pull him closer, getting a yelp out of them when they felt themselves having their head pushed into a cleavage that so desperately wanted to break free from the shirt it was being held in. No words were needed, or indeed exchanged, only a single look of utmost, endless hunger on Aleksi’s part, followed by a long, throaty moan once she felt those greedy fingers of his sink deeper into the softness of her rear, the other one descending to provide much the same service to one of her thighs. This left Karl’s head to satisfy Aleksi’s needs up above, which obviously meant placing his chin atop the lizardess’ bust so he could quietly tell her everything that she deserved, everything that she should be, everything that her body was destined to become… and, in the process, begin ripping through the poor clothes that Aleksi was wearing, who after a valiant struggle against the burgeoning of flesh and scale from within, had finally begun to lose the battle against a lizardess who just kept getting bigger. Not that she minded; the sound and sensations that came with tearing her clothes up from sheer size were such that she had to be careful not to moan so loudly that the rest of the bar heard her, which wasn’t exactly made easy when she eventually realized her ass had grown so much that she was stuck in her seat… at least until she broke free from it at some point in the near future. Meanwhile, Karl just kept on going, kept telling her all the things she wanted to hear, all the delicious details that made it explicit just how much he absolutely adored every inch of her, and how many more inches there should be if only she would accept his gift. All Aleksi could do was nod mindlessly, not even thinking about the very real possibility that she might be entering a contract with some demonic lust being; in her mind, the only important thing was growing, becoming bigger and thicker and larger and more imposing and so much more, again and again until the seams on her pants began to open, and the area of her shirt directly above her cleavage was torn apart, revealing the soft, light-green scales underneath. It was the perfect opportunity for her to unceremoniously stuff Karl’s muzzle in there, with Aleksi ready to sacrifice part of her growth if it meant she could finally, for once in her life, feel what it was like to drown someone in marshmallow. It also just so happened to give her an opening to do some exploration of her own; as much as she lacked the transformative powers of her little boytoy, she was still bigger than him (even if through his actions to begin with), giving her close-to free rein over his body… and what she wanted out of that was to get his shirt off to expose the hardened pecs and abs underneath, a physical form that was sure to have been chiseled by vocabulary rather than by physical training. What she wanted was to surreptitiously move her hands down Karl’s pants, revealing to her that the absence of a bulge was most likely a trick of perspective and loose fabric, because that cock was something else. Her face lit up, cheeks blushing at the mere thought of being able to play around with a shaft that massive, a moan forming in her throat, growing stronger as her hand indiscriminately groped and kneaded a dick far too big for her to have been capable of taking before being improved upon by its owner; perhaps that was the point, and the changes wrought to her body were just an excuse to get her to reach a size that she could use to ride that monster without being broken in half herself, and if that were the case… well, why not go further still? It was only natural to have that reaction, even if Aleksi still intellectually knew that she lacked the ability to follow through with it; as much as she wanted to be capable of willing a cock bigger, that was just impossible, at least for her. Karl might be capable of it, but Karl was still too busy having his face stuffed inside of her cleavage, an appointment that would keep him occupied for the foreseeable future. The lizardess only had herself, herself and the one hand she was using to eagerly stroke a shaft that she desperately, desperately wanted to be larger than it already was; to be fair, it wasn’t as if it was lacking in potential, since really, it clearly wasn’t even at half-mast when she got her hands on it. Only the gods knew how exactly the other lizard managed to keep himself from developing a full hard-on when he spent such a long time teasing size out of her and then proceeded to sink his hands into a body of his own making, but the fact of the matter was that Karl’s cock was still hardening even after a good half a minute or so of Aleksi openly fondling it, inching down the man’s pant leg until it reached the knee and just kept going. It grew increasingly thicker as well, its veiny surface pushing against the cloth hiding it until the outline of it finally became visible; it was around this time that Karl let loose his first moan, presumably having reached a point where even his stupendous stamina wasn’t enough to let him resist. He was obviously skilled at keeping his arousal under control, which only left Aleksi even hotter when she realized she’d broken through his mental defences and hit them right where it “hurt” the most; Karl’s body was hot to the touch, almost sizzling really, with sweat pouring profusely down his brow as his dick continued to pack on inch after inch, most likely the result of ample self-modification. Aleksi wouldn’t have found it odd if her little fuckbuddy for the night had spent a significant amount of time altering the very way their form worked, such that an already-prodigious rod had the potential to grow to even more absurd sizes; at no point did it occur to her that maybe she had an effect on it, that maybe her own body, being coursed through with currents of whatever phantom force had allowed her to grow, had managed to affect the person responsible for the growth in the first place. Instead, all she could think of was how that shaft she was holding had somehow gotten over halfway down Karl’s leg, how it was thicker than said leg, and how much she wanted to see it burst clean from the man’s pants, just like her own frame was begging to be set free. In fact, it would be a perfect way of moving onto the next step: her lover’s cock, fattened to the point where it tore open the lizard’s clothes, resulting in her own body undergoing an arousal-induced growth spurt that not only wrecked everything she was still wearing, but managed to do so to the upholstery as well. After all, her ass was already lodged in her seat, so surely it shouldn’t take much effort for it to break the whole couch down completely, either through raw size or by flattening it underneath a mounting, impossible amount of weight. Either-or, really, she wouldn’t mind… though it did require her to pull the poor lad from within her cleavage, which Aleksi had to chalk up as a necessary sacrifice for a better pay-off down the line. It still took a while in between her letting go of Karl’s head and Karl actually yanking himself from within the softness of the lizardess’ bust, at which point he took a long, almost exxageratedly deep breath before once again collapsing onto her, that time around with his head sideways to her cleavage. If anyone were to look, they might conceivably be convinced that the poor guy had just run a marathon from just how heavily they were gasping, but Aleksi knew better; it was an act, part of the narrative that the two of them were constructing, one that required her to be the dominant, enormous lizardess to the small and “defenseless” little liz boytoy, even if the power dynamic between the two was… muddled, to say the least. One could say that Karl still held all the cards in his hand, but at the same time, he had just spent several minutes with his head firmly stuck inside someone else’s tits, all while their cock was stroked and kneaded to the point where it was ready to burst free from the pants barely holding it back. One could make the argument that Aleksi was only the way that she was because Karl had ordained it, but, at the same time, Aleksi was that way now, and could very much use all that extra size to lord over the much smaller lizard on her lap. So why not do it? Why not grab the back of his head once again, staring him in the face for a couple of seconds as he half-heartedly begged not to be pushed back into marshmallow before moving him forward instead, pressing the two of them into a kiss? It was the least that Aleksi could do to someone who’d given her the body of her dreams, to someone who could still give her more… and it just so happened to also give her a perfect opportunity to shove her hands back down the guy’s pants and see if she couldn’t force the issue by having his cock grow just enough to rip through the seams still keeping it in place. At no point did she consider the possibility that she might’ve actually been having a direct impact on Karl’s size, not even when the tearing began in earnest and the lizardess delighted in hearing her lover’s pants being ripped to shreds from within; all she cared about was the girth, and, simultaneously, the oddly intense passion behind the kiss the two of them were still sharing. It was hot, hotter than any other that Aleksi had experienced before, and quite literally at that: the warmth she felt as a result of all the physical changes to her body had spread upwards, leaving her somewhat confused as to what was happening until she noticed that she was feeling more and more of Karl’s muzzle as time went on. While initially she believed it was a case of her lips having moved upwards thanks to her own lack of attention, it soon became clear that it was more so a matter of her lips growing as well, plumping up into two lovely pillows with each smooch, each obscenely loud slurp, each time the two’s tongues meet; before long, Aleksi was left with a set of smoochers big enough to actually take the monster growing underneath her attentive care, soft to the point where she could hear and feel Karl moaning whenever she truly pressed forwards onto him, bathing him in her love and affection. Really, when the kiss was broken, the one thing Aleksi could do was bring her free hand over to her lips, her whole body struck by a jolt of electricity as she not only noticed how enormous they’d become, but how sensitive they were as well; easily big enough to take up a significant chunk of the front of her muzzle as well, the nerves flared to the point where a single touch was enough to get her to rub her legs together in an effort to externalize all the very horny energy provided… and she wanted more. In fact, she could get more, and there was nothing that Karl could do to stop her, now after turning her into the behemoth that she was then; it was stupendously easy for her to move her hands down and grab hold of the lizard’s side, even easier for her to lift him at just the right moment where his cock was finally freed from its prison. Little Karl was left helpless as his dick dangled down enticingly, right in front of a pair of eyes that saw nothing but the perfect source of entertainment for the next several hours; the two cumtanks behind it were quite large, which could only mean that the lizard had prepared for such an eventuality by giving himself enough endurance to go for several rounds… and if they hadn’t, Aleksi would just make him go through them anyway, because what mattered at that point was doing something about the colossal need to get off that she felt at the time. One climax wouldn’t be enough, not even in her enhanced state; in fact, it was precisely because of her body being the way that it was that Aleksi knew for a fact that having one load pumped into her wouldn’t even begin to scratch the itch she had, so much so that before she did anything at all, there were orders that had to be handed out.

“I want you to start talking,” she commanded Karl, “I want you to start talking and not stop until I tell you to. I want you to tell me everything you’ve told me so far, and I want more of it. Are you clear?”

Karl looked terrified for a moment, before the expression melted away into one that could charitably described as being the face of a man who had just arrived at the pearly gates and been shown their personal heaven; a confusing mixture, but one whose major component was made obvious when the lizard performed a mock salute, prompting Aleksi to roll her eyes before unceremoniously stuffing her muzzle directly into the base of her lover’s cock. She stayed there until Karl got the right idea and finally lifted that beast upwards, giving the lizardess enough wiggle room to bring her pillowy lips over to the already-leaking tip to give it a big, sloppy smooch… right before pushing her head forward and taking as much of it into herself as she could. It was something beyond divine, beyond her ability to describe it really, and it was only made better by how loudly Karl yelped when he felt the very smoochers he helped make slam against his groin, the full length of his shaft enveloped by soft lizardess on every side. For Aleksi herself, the true pleasure came not from this simple gesture, but from when her boytoy finally tried fighting through the haze of pleasure he was stuck in and mumbled something about sizes and thickness, managing a few confused words before having to shake his head in order to regain a certain semblance of coherence in his thoughts. It would take a while, not helped by how Aleksi had begun to move her head to service his shaft, but Karl did eventually find it in himself to start teasing the giantess once again, even if he had to keep it simple and, at times, monosyllabic. In the end though, the changes were wrought once more, and that was what mattered; the smaller reptile might have only wanted some minor modifications, but if his partner for the night wanted to go all in with the bodymodding, who was he to say no? It barely even mattered that the extra mass was permanent until he decided otherwise, because really, why would Aleksi ever want to be smaller? Why would she want her breasts or rear to shrink, when they could burgeon outwards, becoming softer and more inviting as the rest of her continued to rise upwards until the ceiling was dangerously close? It was so easy to describe, so easy to sell to her…

… so why should he ever stop? There were always other bars they could go to.