March 2023 Drabbles

A Change of Heir (Bear/FtM/Macro)

“Wizard. I said I wanted a male heir to succeed me, not what was done to my daughter!” The king practically shouted, livid with what had happened. The agreement and use of the serum offered were supposed to solve the king’s problem of a potential civil war over his lack of a male heir. He didn’t expect the wizard to change his only child, Carla.

“My liege, you asked for a guarantee for a male heir. And since no spell would make your next child a male, nor would they survive all the way to adulthood. As such, transforming the princess into a prince was the only way.” The wizard explained, standing before the king who didn’t seem impressed with the wizard’s explanation.

“Then pray to tell, why are they now bigger than a castle?!” The king exclaimed, gesturing out of the tower window where the two older men had a view of the situation. Outside sitting with the palace grounds was a massive behemoth of a man. His massive body was filled with muscle, dense arms rivalling that of an iron forgers arms. Moving over the dense pecs that could have been used as walls to defend the castle was a round solid gut, pushing out that anyone who was under the giant would be unable to look past the mass to see the giant’s face.

The giant's face now had a square jaw now, covered in a dense beast as the once luxurious locks of hair were now a dense mane of hair that fell past the behemoth's thick neck and broad shoulders. The massive giant’s deep laughter could be heard from the tower room as the massive prince showed his new size, carrying carts that were wheeled in with one hand.

“Well, at least the tailor had made a loincloth for the newly grown prince.” The wizard said with a slightly nervous chuckle, seeing the gigantic royal talking to the knight that had been courting them before the vast change that had been undertaken.

“Yet you still haven’t explained why my child is now a giant?” The king repeated through gritted teeth. “How will we be able to feed her- I mean him? Not to mention I doubt any kingdoms would be willing to wed their daughters to him.”

“Well, I think we don’t have to worry about finding them a spouse. It seems Sir Reginald is still enamoured with them.” The wizard said, sighing as the king remained glaring. “The potion was meant to give additional strength since as prince he would be sent for combat. Of course, it seems that there was a little too much of the ingredient and the growth was more exponential.” The wizard contemplated, noticing how the giant prince was blushing bashfully, seeing the huge gut shift as something beneath moved, showing the giant’s apparent arousal as the smaller knight spoke with them.

The king could only sigh, rubbing the brow of his face. “Well, at least the prince doesn’t seem too distraught with the change. He’s already cleared space in the local quarry with his strength… Still need to find a way to accommodate certain issues such as food and clothing.”

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Day in the Life of a City Giant (Muscle/Macro)

When most macrophiles dream of becoming a giant, they think it’ll be amazing to become a gigantic behemoth. Being either a muscle-bound hulk lifting buildings like they’re building blocks, or a massive super chub crushing stuff effortlessly under his gut. The idea of being too big for any clothing to cover your form or be ‘decent’ by societal standards. Even the more aggressive giants desire to just destroy and show off to their captive audience that is the tiny world around them.

Speaking from experience, it is not that great in practice.

“Hey! We need you to move that girder over to the west side of the structure, not the east wing.”

“Yes, boss.” Derek called out, the giant behemoth reaching down to pick up the finger-sized girders before moving around to the other side of the construction site. The giant kept his eyes focused as he looked over his dense chest to make sure he didn’t step on a truck or port-o-loo… again.

“Careful man. You almost knocked over that section.” One of the tiny men called out as Derek’s swollen bicep almost brushed by the side of the construction. The giant barely contained a sigh, knowing even a slight breath for him would have shaken the smaller citizens. Whilst it would have been cathartic to crush the small men and wreck the entire site, Derek didn’t want to deal with the usual bureaucracy and fines that came with it. Instead, the giant man gave a simple apology as he crouched down, careful the tight bulge under his abs didn’t break through a wall as he held the girder in place for the small men to work on securing the metal to the rest of the structure.

Letting his thoughts drift, waiting for the tinies to finish securing the girder, Derek thought about how being a giant wasn’t all he wanted it to be. Sure, he looked like a slight off-season bodybuilder, a vast improvement from his tiny scrawny frame before. But it was irksome when he couldn’t have the fun that so many macrophiles talked about on the forums. He had to be clad in a form-fitting brief since he was still stuck with having to be decent by law and the briefs were all he could afford. Hell, the destruction and subsequent mess he made during his orgasmic growth saw him having to work for the construction corporation as part of his community service.

‘If I had been bigger.’ Derek thought before sighing, earning complaints from the small men as his warm breath almost knocked them over. The giant went through his work, though he did enjoy the chance to flex for some of the crowds that passed by the site.