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The storm last night had been more intense than any Korozar had seen before. While he waited it out in the safety of his cave high up on the mountain, the forest below didn't fare nearly so well. The forest floor was strewn with debris and uprooted trees. The village in the valley below likely fared worse, but he wasn't about to investigate. Being chased off by bows, spears, and spells once was enough.

As he walked along the bank of the river running down the valley, he came to a clearing he'd been to many times before. This time, however, there was a massive tree sprawled across the area and blocking the river. It was massive; just over 7 feet in diameter. He could see over the top of it, but only just. It's length stretched out beyond the trees to either side of the clearing. Climbing on top, he could see the damage the tree had done. Water spilled over the bank of the river and into the forest beyond, unable to follow the normal flow of the river. Ordinarily, he'd leave it be and let nature take it's course, but this river was the lifeblood of the village in the valley far below. Without it, their mills would stop working, there would be no fish, and drinking water would be scarce.

Korozar resolved to fix the issue, even if they wouldn't know he was responsible. It was simply the right thing to do.

He hopped off the massive trunk, landing on the ground with a heavy thud. Dragons usually aren't the most graceful creatures, and Korozar had no interest in changing that stereotype.

The tree was absolutely massive, far larger than he could hope to move by himself. Even so, he braced his shoulder against it and pushed as hard as he could. The ground beneath his paws gave way, dirt and grass pushing up between his toes, cool and wet with dew. The tree's bark buckled and gave way beneath the hard muscles of his shoulder and upper arm, but the trunk itself didn't move an inch. He'd need a lot more power to get anywhere with it...

He spent the better part of an hour pushing over a few trees in the area he needed the tree to pass over, making his job a little easier by clearing the ground in front of the path he wanted it to take. Next, found a small seam of iron in a nearby rocky outcropping. Weaving a basic spell for pulling the iron from the earth, he slowly shaped a long pole he could use to help him move the tree. Pushing or pulling the tree itself would simply splinter the wood; moving it would require something to reinforce it's structure.

Returning to the clearing, he drove the pole into the tree at an angle in two places, creating two deep holes. Next, he weaved another spell to slowly manipulate the iron into a handle, twisting it into each hole deep within the tree, splintering it and weaving it into the wood until it was stuck fast.

Now came the dangerous part... Even with the tree made more movable, it would take at least ten of him to move it's bulk. This is where the final spell came in. The same sort of magic that forced the village elders to banish him years ago.

He reached behind his belt to one of the small vials dangling there, and removed it. It glowed bright green with magic energy gathered from ley lines deep within the forest. His magic wasn't strong enough on it's own for a spell of the scale he had in mind. He uncorked the vial and wove a simple container around it. Next, he settled on the forest floor, wrapped his tail around himself, and closed his eyes, focusing on the tranquillity of the forest around him. The singing of distant birds, the wind in the trees, the cool grass beneath him.

Calm and centered, he bagan weaving a spell to change his own shape. Slowly piecing together a spell that would enlarge bones, organs, scales, and most importantly, his muscles. Spells like this were forbidden for good reason. One tiny thread of magic woven incorrectly could cripple, or even kill the subject. Korozar took his time, carefully piecing together the spell as he'd done once before, weaving an intricate masterwork of magic that would have the elders aghast had they seen it.

After an hour of concentration, the spell was complete. He opened his eyes and examined his work. To his magically attuned eyes, a glittering tapestry hung in the air above him. Threads upon threads spun and intertwined in the air, spinning and dancing together, incomprehensible to all but the most trained eyes. Some of the threads connected to his own body, and others hovered outside the container he'd woven earlier, waiting to be connected. The thing looked tense, eager, ready to imbue him with it's power.

He looked back at the tree, and to the spell again... It wouldn't be enough. Reluctantly, he pulled another vial from his belt, and uncorked it within the container. The green glow intensified and pulsed. The spell should scale upward with more power... in theory. Though the first time he'd used less than half what it held now, it was impossible to say if it would even work. Even so, the memory of his first experience tugged at him. The strength, the power, the desire for more... His eyes narrowed as he stared hungrily at the contained power.

This could kill him. Or... he could become stronger than he'd ever though possible. Dragons were always thought to be greedy by nature. Korozar had always dismissed these notions as groundless stereotypes. He'd never had much interest in gold or jewels or the things dragons were "supposed" to covet. But here, now, in this forest, staring at the raw magical energy only barely contained, he realized what he wanted. Strength. Power. Was he really doing this to help the village? Or was this just an excuse?...

The logical part of his brain told him this was too dangerous. To find another way. Why go to all this trouble? Why not just blow up part of the tree? Drill a hole through it? Offer to help build new mills for the village? His eyes returned the spell.

No.

This was what he wanted. To use the spell again. To feel the power coursing through his body once more and to hell with the consequences. The anticipation of activating the spell had him more excited than he realized. A cool breeze passed through the clearing and over him. Only now he realized he'd gone erect while staring at the spell, his loincloth spilling over the side of his exposed member. He passed his hand over his erection, taking some lubricant over the head, and down over the ridged shaft and the knot below. This wasn't the reason he came here though. It did occur to him that the loincloth could be ruined by what he was about to do. Straining his hearing and looking around for any curious onlookers, he found the clearing empty, and removed the loincloth, gently setting it down on the grass to retrieve later.

Over nearly 8 feet tall, the dragon was taller than most of his former tribesman in the valley. He was well muscled too, with thick arms and a broad chest tapering to a modest waist, and powerful legs. His dark grey scaled skin obscured some of the detail of his sculpted form, hinting at the powerful muscles beneath his scales. Smooth, ligher gray armored plates coverd his chest and shoulders, contoured over the muscles beneath, and deep red markings accented the shape of his muscles further on his arms, legs, and torso.

He took these moments to take in his current form, running his hands over his arms arms and savouring the feeling of the bulging muscles beneath the scales. Back in the village he'd always tried to be more modest. Dragons were naturally stronger than most other species, and he had no desire to make others envious of that fact. But now, exiled, he exulted in his strength. He savoured the feeling of running his hands over the bulging muscles in his arms, over his thick powerful pecs, down the ripples of his abs, and over the powerful corded muscles in his legs.

Satisfied, he returned his gaze to the spell. It glowed tantalizingly, begging him to release it's power. His member throbbed harder, cool precum spilling down it's tip. He contained the pent up sexual energy, knowing it would fuel the spell further.

Finally, he stretched out his hand, and weaved a few simple threads of magic, connecting the magical vessel to the spell. It glowed suddenly, pulsing green with power. He felt nothing at first as the threads of magic connected to him slowly filled with green energy. Finally, it reached him.

The effect was small at first. This was intentional. Too much too fast could be lethal. It manifested first as a soothing warmth in his muscles. Like a hot bath, or a cozy fire. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He needed to maintain some semblance of calm, or the spell could take over.

He felt a small bump in all his muscles at once, his cock throbbed along with them. Running his hand over his arms, he found them to be... the same. It seemed that the spell would take some time to take effect. The warmth faded somewhat after the bump, but quickly returned stronger than before. Warmth flooded his body, and he suddenly felt invigorated, as though he'd spent a week rested. He knew this was just the beginning, and he paced back and forth in front of the bar embedded in the tree, eagerly awaiting the strength that would allow him to use it.

Another bump, much larger this time. All of Korozar's muscles tensed at once, he clenched his fists and gasped. This hadn't happened before, it was slower, steadier. Panic began to take hold. What had he done? The spell couldn't be stopped now, it had to run it's course.

He idly put his hand behind his head, and noticed something odd... When he bent his arm, it felt different... Thick, warm muscles pressed together unlike ever before... He took his hand back and looked at his arms. They were thicker, the grooves between the muscles larger. He ran a hand over his arms and found his biceps more filled out. Where before his bicep would just fill his hand, it was too large to large for that now. Fascinated, he ran his hand over his arm, totally absorbed by it's thickness. He passed his hand over his pecs and found them wider and thicker than before.

As his panic faded, Korozar became aware of the warmth building once again. His muscles throbbed again, clenching all at once. The feeling was so intense Korozar bellowed out for a moment. The pulse lasted a full two seconds, and time slowed to a crawl. He could feel his muscles straining and expanding, twisting and shifting. He could feel every cord of muscle throughout his body thicken with strength and power. The muscles in his thighs pressed together, and his balls were pushed out in front of him to accommodate the expanding muscle.

When the spell's pulse subsided again, he widened his stance to allow space for his newly thickened thighs. He ran his hands over his arms again, admiring the newly sculpted look of his muscles, even beneath his scales. He was larger now than he was the last time he attempted this spell. He glanced back at the spell itself and found it still brimming with energy.

"More..." he growled... "More aaAAAHHH!"

Another pulse, his muscles thickened further. The pulse had barely subsided when another hit him. He collapsed to his knees, snarling and grunting, savouring the feeling of the growth. After another minute, the throbbing settled down to occasional light bumps like the first one. Korozar heaved himself off the ground his paws pressing deep into the earth with his newfound mass. He ran his hands over his arms again. Up his thick, striated forearms, over biceps the size of small melons and over his shoulders, thick and bulding with corded muscle. His pecs pushed further out than before, and further down, crowding his enlarged abs. He placed his hands beneath his pecs and hefted them up a bit. He found them far heavier than before, then passed his hands over thick rippling abs, down to his legs, so thick there was no space between them. He couldn't help but notice his cock was a bit larger too. Not by much, but it was an interesting side effect.

He turned his attention, at last, to the tree. He strode over to it, the earth giving way beneath his paws like never before. He was so much heavier he left much deeper and heavier pawprints... This would make him easier to track, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to use this new strength.

The warmth of the spell still filled him, though the pulses had faded. He took hold of the bar sticking out from the tree, dug his paws into the ground, and pulled with all his newfound might.

The tree didn't budge, but he didn't care. Using his newly enlarged muscles felt amazing, the warmth coaxing him to pull harder and harder, to use this strength, this power. His paws dug deeper and deeper into the ground, halfway up to his ankles.

After a minute, the warmth faded, and he climbed atop the tree to examine his handiwork...

Nothing! The tree hadn't moved at all! Even all this power wasn't enough to make a dent!

He felt a tinge of despair, but a glimpse of green caught his eye... His loincloth, discarded on the other side of the tree trunk still contained eight more vials of energy... The spell was still intact, it was simply out of energy. What if...

No... he couldn't. The risk was too great. He was more massive than ever, that was enough.

At least, this was what part of him was thinking. The rest of him jumped down on all fours before the discarded loincloth and tore the remaining 8 vials free. While that tiny portion of his mind cried out for him to stop, the rest of his being was overwhelmed by an all consuming need for more.

He held the vials aloft into the magical receptacle connected to the spell, his eyes widened in anticipation and his tongue lolled out greedily, drool dripping from his maw as he crushed the vials in his enlarged hand, releasing a massive burst of energy into the spell.

Korozar was nearly blinded by the explosion, neatly contained in the threaded magic. Quicker than before, the energy worked it's way through the spell and into his body. The warmth returned immediately and was followed not by a pulses, but by a massive burst from the spell.

He roared at the top of his lungs, his back arched as time slowed almost to a halt. This moment was pure ecstasy... Korozar could feel every muscle in his body clench and bulge. His arms and legs were spread wide, his hands upturned in vicious claws. Every muscle in his body felt like it was filled with fire as each one swelled larger and larger. They pressed together in ways that shouldn't be possible: his ass against his thighs, triceps against his back, biceps against pecs.

His cock swelled this time too. Rock hard, the tip grazed his abs before poking the bottom of his pecs.

Almost as quickly as it started, it was over. Korozar collapsed forward to the ground. Ordinarily, his head would have to turn sideways to accommodate his muzzle in this position. Now, his head hung forward over the top of his pecs. He was also up on one side a bit, propped up by his enormous cock. His massive legs were spread apart, and between them, his balls had grown and filled in the gap, pressing warmly against his massive thighs. Unaccustomed to being this size, he felt as though he was being held up into the air by his own muscles.

He also became aware of a strange warmth across his chest. It was... cum. Apparently he'd orgasmed while growing. A quick water spell would wash that away... though first...

Overcome with lust, Korozar rolled his massive body over and gave his member a stroke, savouring the feeling of the ridges beneath the supple skin. He groaned a bit as it throbbed in response. Curious, he pressed it to his chest to see just how large it had grown. It came about a third of the way up his pecs. It was warm against his chest, and pulsed with his heartbeat.

Fascinated, he began stroking it, hoping now to add to the mess he'd already made. The orgasm came quickly, and his muscles tensed as cum shot onto his chest, cascading over his back and down his abs, waist, and legs.

He huffed and panted, savouring the afterglow of both the spell and the orgasm, lying in the clearing atop his enormous back muscles. He ran his hands over his arms again, and found his biceps as large as watermelons, his shoulders even larger. He could barely reach one arm across his chest for how massive he'd grown. He sat up and heaved his pecs again, which was a struggle given the slick coating of seed on him. They were pleasingly heavy though. Satisfied, he felt the bulges of his enormous abs, about as large as his biceps should ordinarily be. He worked his way down to his legs, now impossibly thick and bulging with massive powerful muscles.

He eyed the tree once again, eager to test his strength. He strode over to it, his paws nearly engulfed in soil and grass with each step from his enormous weight. He stopped before the tree to check his height. Surprisingly, he'd grown only about a foot in height. All of the extra mass was in his muscles.

He climbed over the tree and placed his hands on the bar. They looked massive compared to before.

Vaguely aware of how ridiculous this whole situation was - a massive dragon, pulling a huge tree, covered in his own seed - he heaved the tree once more.

It gave way with almost no resistance this time. Korozar's muscles bulged, tensed, and glistened in the fading light of the late day. He huffed and panted with both exertion and pleasure as he heaved this massive object like it were a simple piece of furniture.

Further and further he twisted it, until finally, the water of the river found it's way to it's old banks.

The village was saved, but was that really the point? No. It wasn't. Korozar stepped over to the riverbank and examined himself in the river. He was struck momentarily by his own reflection. By that massive beast standing before him.

He was shocked, almost afraid of what he'd done to himself. But the feeling faded quickly, replaced by arousal, lust, and greed. He loved the massive muscular dragon he saw before him, his power, his strength, his physique. Not only that, but he wanted more. Just how strong could he get?

He know he couldn't stay this size forever, but he had a feeling this would not be the last time he'd push magic to it's limits. He'd find new sources of strength, and once again become the enormous creature he realized he longed to be.

Until then, he exulted in his newfound mass. He his cock stiffened once again as he admired his reflection. He stroked it slowly, massaging each ridge and paying special attention to the massive knot at it's base. Flexing one arm as he masturbated, he moved his hand faster and faster until his third climax neared. Unable to resist, he tried to push his member into his mouth and savour every last moment of the orgasm. He almost couldn't do it; his pecs were so massive he couldn't push his chin down far enough. He had to bend over double and grasp his cock in both hands, almost forcing it into his mouth. The position was slightly awkward, but he licked and stroked his cock until it erupted in his mouth.

Gulping down thick mouthfuls of his own seed, he hoped that it would somehow make him even larger. This was absurd, of course... wasn't it? After the orgasm faded, he was suddenly curious if perhaps his cum were somehow imbued with the spell and really would make him bigger... but that was nonsense of course. He sighed and smirked a bit at his own silly fantasy before striding back up the mountain towards his cave. He'd enjoy this massive form a while longer before heading back out to collect more energy from the ley lines... Much more...