Newcomer (Commission for Strowh)

TAGS: M/M, Growth/Inflation, Cumflation, Muscle Growth, Hyper

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The gym had a brand new visitor that day, one that rocked the boat almost as much as Spikes had the first day he showed up himself. The draolf hadn’t always been the twenty-five-foot giant that he now presented himself as; back in the day, he barely scraped twenty feet and had to work substantially harder than most in order to gain that extra boost, not to mention the enormous quantity of muscle that adorned his body, and his current shape was thus the result of months of intensive workouts and a very strict, adhered-to regimen. Of course, this meant very little when, even at his “smallest”, he still towered over everyone else in the gym, easily ten feet higher than even the biggest of its regulars, ensuring that every minute he spent there was one when everyone else just stopped whatever they were doing and stared directly at the colossal draolf acting as if they weren’t a titan. Over time, however, people got accustomed to him, and rather than the borderline worship he received from the little ones, Spikes was happy to have established true and proper friendships and companionships with the other gym-goers, if only because it made going to the gym much less awkward. However, just when everyone believed that the universe couldn’t throw any more surprises at them, especially with Spikes having grown outwards and upwards to become as massive as he was, that’s when Stahdim walked in.

The first impression on seeing him was the complete inability for anyone to put down whatever species that hunk belonged to, with the mixture of features making it difficult to really say one way or another. Sergal, draconic, some sort of really fluffy avian? Impossible to tell, though that was hardly the point; no, the main “issue” was that Stahdim loomed over everyone almost as much as Spikes had back when he first showed up, easily breaking the fifteen-foot mark and having to bend down in order to get in, having failed to notice the hyper-accessible entrance just a few yards to his side. Despite this, they were nothing if not polite when asking the staff if they could open up a new way for him to enter the building, as he was intending on showing up more often, blushing slightly when the stunned staff member shakily pointed at the massive double doors behind them. Excusing himself, Stahdim nodded away and headed into the locker room, dragging an enormous duffel bag behind him.

The whole gym was left in stunned silence after the sudden appearance of such a massive whatever-they-were; even if they weren’t as muscular as Spikes, or in fact as many of the smaller regulars, they were still big enough that everyone knew they were in for a repeat of the draolf’s journey… and as much as his friends and acquaintances had grown accustomed to his presence, there was no doubt they weren’t at all ready for a second giant to suddenly make themselves known. Many of the tiny ones even looked up at Spikes, probably wondering if he knew who that odd hybrid was, only to receive a shrug before the draolf resumed his workout; he wasn’t about to let the appearance of another hyper of a similar caliber change anything about his schedule, though it’d be disingenuous to claim he wasn’t already drawing up plans for how to best exploit this new opportunity. After all, this newcomer seemed cute enough, and at that size they could probably do a lot of things that most others couldn’t; it’d be a waste not to introduce himself and then see how far he could take things before a line was drawn, fully above board and upfront about it, of course. He’d get his opportunity very soon, as the sounds of heavy footfalls reverberated through the air when the creature walked up from the underground locker rooms, squeezing himself once again through the non-hyper doors, only to look to his side and slap his own forehead at missing the obvious for the second time in under ten minutes. Despite this, they walked up to the nearest plus-sized weights bench, adjusted their shirt and shorts, then went straight to business; no introductions, no waving, not even acknowledging the fact that most of the gym-goers around him were staring directly at them without a hint of shame or social tact… though, given their general attitude and proclivity for perceptiveness, they probably missed this completely.

With Stahdim acting as naturally as someone their size could, the rest of the clientele slowly returned to normal as well, though a few dared to get closer to the newcomer and attempted to introduce themselves to him; they’d be pleasantly surprised when finding a very cheerful young man, eager to shake hands and even more eager to ask for tips, for this was the first time they actually went to a gym at all! Spikes observed from a distance as a few of the personal trainers on the staff’s payroll competed with one another for Stahdim’s attention, with him politely declining their help and stating he just wanted to “see how things went” for the time being. So, not only did he look adorable, but seemed to have a personality to match; the draolf couldn’t help but smile as the newcomer struggled not to look annoyed at the sheer amount of people that were now trying to engage with him, a repeat of what had happened with himself all those months ago. He allowed it to go on for a while, if only because it genuinely amused him to some degree, before dropping the weights he was lifting and getting up; at once, everyone around him took several steps back, an instinctual reaction that was more muscle memory than anything else at that point. Spikes deliberately put more weight than usual into each of his footsteps, making absolutely sure that everyone in the gym could hear them as he approached the newest member of their “family”; the small crowd that had gathered around Stahdim picked up on what was going to happen and stood back as well, though to their surprise, Spikes stopped at a respectable distance from the newcomer.

“Come on guys, give him some room,” his voice boomed, shaking the glass in the windows to the outside, “he’s new, let’s not smother him before he has a chance of getting acquainted, alright?”

Well, if Spikes said it, there wasn’t a lot anyone could do about it. He wasn’t staff, but he was… well, Spikes; going against whatever the draolf said were the rules was a great way of being put on everyone’s shitlist, mostly because he made sure to curtail the worst excesses that came from everyone being so constantly high on testosterone. If anything, despite being the biggest among them, Spikes was probably the gentlest of giants, so much so that his words were enough to get many of those bothering Stahdim to lower their heads and shuffle away, mulling over how they let their enthusiasm get the better of them.

Content with this, Spikes himself sat down on another weights bench and grabbed something he could use to exercise one arm while using the other one to offer a small pat on the back to his newest friend. His smile was toothy, but he tried to make it as inviting as possible; in return, the one he’d just defended from a crowd of admirers gave him a tentative, if shaky grin back, sighing deeply before lying back. There was enough of a distance between the two of them and the rest of the gym-goers that the background music could cover their conversation, giving them some room to chat without being overheard.

“So, what’s your name?” Spikes queried.

“Stahdim. And before you ask, no, I’m not a fluffy dragon,” the not-fluffy dragon added with a chuckle, “I’m spireborn.”

“Can’t say I’ve heard that term before,” the draolf admitted.

“Yeah, I don’t blame ya… just moved into town last week, and I thought it’d be best to try and work on my body a bit; finding somewhere else to live that could fit me was… stressful” - the spireborn grabbed his belly and gave it a little shake, simultaneously revealing that stress relief was most likely the bigger reason why he was even there at all - “I’m used to people not knowing how to react to me, and normally I would’ve done something about it, but it’s my first day and all, so uh… thought it was best for me not to start shoving people away, you know? I wanna make a good first impression, and having people land flat on their ass doesn’t really help with that.”

“Speaking from personal experience?”

“Yeah,” Stahdim chuckled, “it wasn’t on purpose, but some people can get really pushy and I like keeping personal space personal, yaknow? Thanks for helping me out back there.”

“Think nothing of it,” the draolf replied, tilting his head slightly before smiling once more, “it was just like when I first showed up, everyone just refused to let go of me. You need to set boundaries, or else you’ll end up with a bunch of little ones literally crawling around trying to beg you for favors or something like that; when they’re not actively worshipping you, that is.”

“Not gonna lie, that doesn’t all too bad,” Stahdim was quick to say, “but can you imagine the trouble you’d get in because of it? Just the petitions alone...”

“Yeah, it’s a bitch, not gonna lie… but they’re used to it. Excitable, but they’ll welcome ya properly after you show up a couple more times.”

The two exchanged a quick smile and went back to their routines, preferring to let their muscles do the talking for them. Oddly enough, they felt as if they understood one another far better that way than if they had just sat down to talk; there was a lot that could be gleaned from someone from the way they went about doing things, and everything that the spireborn did just seemed to confirm Spikes’ suspicions. There was a certain element of awkwardness to everything they did, and yet it was done with the utmost of confidence and a heaping dose of self-assuredness, though never to the point where it got obnoxious. Stahdim was quick to ask for help if necessary, especially since he wasn’t used to hyper-accessible gear, and was just as quick to learn, adapt and come up with better ways to go about doing whatever he wanted to do; all in all, a fantastic addition to the gym, and one that the draolf fully expected to see show up more often.

That said, this didn’t preclude him doing what he had initially thought about doing. If anything, giving Stahdim a “proper” welcome only served to maximize the odds of him sticking around for longer than the average customer, and given the sort of size and power he was packing, was there really any doubt that he’d be able to take what the draolf could dish out? Spikes certainly seemed to think he did, given that he stuck by his side and offered to take him out to “see the sights” and introduce him to the town; Stahdim seemed at least partly aware of what was actually being offered, but didn’t say anything about it, preferring to nod and tell his newest, biggest friend that he’d be absolutely delighted to take him up on the offer. An hour later, the two were putting every piece of equipment back where it belonged and heading down to the locker room, where the next step in Spikes’ plan would either come to fruition in the most glorious of ways or simply not happen all; there would be no middle ground with what he had in mind.

It was no surprise that the draolf was packing a hell of a lot more than the spireborn; not only was the latter smaller in overall stature, but they were also significantly scrawnier compared to the behemoth standing next to them. Thus, the blush that appeared on their face when their exercise partner dropped their shorts and deactivated the compressor field was powerful, but not all-consuming like it usually was with everyone else; they even managed to avoid saying anything about it, which was far more than most of the regulars accomplished. Spikes, however, wanted the comments to start flowing, and very much wanted for Stahdim to pay attention to what he was showing off; to that end, he adopted a very obviously provocative posture, one foot on the floor and another on the bench, before leaning forward in order to truly frame that ground-dragging cock and ponderous pair balls with the rest of his muscular body. The look he gave the spireborn was nothing if not completely out of line, but he did nothing more than that; the ball had been thrown into Stahdim’s side of the field, and whatever they did with it was entirely their own decision to make. In fact, if they decided to just look away and pretend like the flirting wasn’t happening, Spikes wasn’t going to press the issue; it’d be nice if the two of them could get involved, but if that wasn’t their want, then the draolf wasn’t one to force it.

Fortunately for him, the opposite could not be more true. Though clearly reluctant to do anything at first, it was clear from his expression that Stahdim’s hesitation was more based on the suddenness of what Spikes had done than any compunctions he might’ve had against doing it at all. As soon as the draolf winked at him and let him know that it was, in fact, intentional, the two of them were feeling one another’s touch before they even knew it, and the only reason they weren’t rolling around on the floor was mostly because of sanitary reasons; horny or not, no one likes athlete’s foot. Of course, this did give Spikes a perfect excuse to use the bench for leverage, really putting his cock and balls on display while making it patently clear what he intended the spireborn to do; to his credit, Stahdim practically dove towards that shaft, licking his lips at the prospect of taking something about as long as his own torso down his throat, salivating at the thought that he might be getting a full stuffing as well. The draolf, meanwhile, had to contend with a much tighter throat than he initially anticipated; his newest partner was not only exceedingly good with his tongue, but their whole body seemed to collapse inwards onto his cock, making it feel like it was locked in a vice grip that refused to let go, one that only got worse as soon as Stahdim began to move his head backwards and forwards, the air filling with obscenely wet slurping and borderline gagging noises.

Spikes’ hands moved towards Stahdim’s head, practically automatically, helping his motions along by slamming it against his base and unceremoniously pulling it back, turning the impromptu blowjob into a full-on facefucking the likes of which he hadn’t experienced in years; the spireborn’s tongue seemed to coil around his rod, pressing on it from impossible angles, almost vibrating with intensity. This, coupled with the tightness and the sheer eagerness with which his newest partner was throwing himself onto him, made it difficult for the draolf to keep himself contained; what he had initially planned to be a significantly longer endurance test, a true marathon of stamina, burned out as brightly as a supernova, and about as powerfully as one too! The first load blasted out of him quickly enough that Stahdim practically choked on it, and though cum spurted out from his mouth, he refused to move backwards anymore, instead forcing himself to take all of Spikes’ cock in order not to waste a single drop.

And what a waste it wasn’t; whether it be because of the draolf’s unique biology, the spireborn’s own nature or a combination of both, it wasn’t just the latter’s belly getting any bigger. Rather, his entire body seemed to be expanding in every direction, turning him from a large, if inoffensive-looking fluffy little thing, into a smaller-scale replica of his musclebound lover. Biceps bulged out, legs bulked up, his biceps swelled up so much that it took the rest of his body a few seconds just to be able to catch up, and that was without taking into consideration what was happening to that cumgut of his… or rather, a full-on, full-blown muscle gut that the sudden gush of cum was giving him. Like months of workouts being compressed into seconds, all of Stahdim bloated and hardened like a mass-filled balloon, before tightening up just enough to give it the look and feel of being as rock solid as it truly was, chiseled musculature defining itself within moments as the spireborn rose to blow past the twenty foot mark, slowing down until he matched Spikes’ height almost to the inch. The cumsplosion continued for as long as it took for Spikes to empty out, by the end of which it became seriously difficult to keep himself in the same spot without toppling over, courtesy of Stahdim having become so colossal that simply pressing himself against the draolf’s body was forcing him backwards against the wall; it was no longer the latter filling the former, but the former milking the latter for every last drop, only to then pull back and have their mouth pop off Spikes’ tip with a loud smacking sound, licking his lips contentedly as he got uo nearly bump his head against the ceiling.

He was… buff. Certainly buff. Certainly hunky as well, and that pudgy gut he was sporting did nothing to subtract from the overall image; Stahdim could do little more than stand there and admire himself, flexing and squeezing his body in new and inventive ways, just to be able to feel and hear his new muscles creaking and groaning and practically rumbling with their newfound size. There was something nearly fantastical about it, especially given how different it was from his old self barely minutes prior.

Not that Spikes minded, of course.

He wasn’t finished, after all.