Stealing
I'm no stranger to stealing. Stealing things is an easy way to make a living, if you have quick hands and charisma. The best object I ever stole was an artifact that led me to many more thefts. Stealing it, and stealing things WITH it makes for a glorious tale. The best tales begin with a round of drinks at the tavern, so I suppose this tale will have to begin there too! At my favorite tavern, "The Ivory Eel" in the fair city of westgate, I spied an inebriated group of soldiers who were celebrating a successful raid of a the lair of a local warlock: Two wide shouldered wolves, a thin and handsome horse, and a hefty bronze-scaled dragon. They were so deep into their drinks that all I had to do was make a few awful puns out of the warlock's name and they invited me to join them. I fashioned a several additional jokes for a smokescreen of laughter. I circled the table, delivering witticism close to each of their faces, swiping coin purses and satchels right out from under them. I left them with a final one-liner as I shuffled out the door, pockets lined with things that once lined their pockets. Smiling, I slipped behind the tavern to take account of my earnings. There were coins; I don't recall how many. There was jewelry; a few rings, a bracelet or two. But what firmly fascinated me was a small wooden box. Within it I found a stoppered glass bottle and a smattering of small parchment pieces. First I examined the bottle: it was small, fitting in the palm of my hands. Inside, a dark liquid, blacker than a starless night sky. The shreds appeared to be diagrams of some kind, with small hand-written instructions underneath, Incomprehensible in their current state. I laid the tattered paper on the ground piece by piece, matching up the edges and fitting them in place like a puzzle. When the parchment was whole the words were still unreadable, written in a language I'd never seen. The illustrations, however, were more or less clear: a lean, nude man (a reptile of uncertain race) uncorking that bottle and applying the liquid to his chest and arms as if it were a lotion. Below, I saw the same lizard embellished with exotic tattoos. Curiously, his physique seemed changed; though the drawing was crude he seemed to be more toned and athletic. The third and final though-provoking image depicted familiar figure as a colossal mountain of muscle. This stimulated some urge hidden deep inside me. I felt as though I innately understood what was held in my hands. I scooped the parchment scraps and glass bottle back into the box and hastily fled the area, unconcernedly leaving everything else behind. I threw open the door to the room I had rented at "The Ivory Eel" and began to re-assemble the puzzle of paper once more. Mimicking the man in the drawings I disrobed and attempted to apply the black solution to myself. My anatomy was not entirely unlike the first illustration. Though I was canine, not reptilian, we shared a similar shape: no bulk or definition. As I rubbed the coal-black liquid on my arms and chest it left no residue on my gray fur. I promptly felt warm, then numb. An uncomfortable length of time passed... and no changes occurred. Looking over the notes and drawings once more revealed no answers. I was convinced that the elixir had either lost it's potency. I assumed it had sat too long in the former owner's cupboards and was now ineffectual. Defeated and humiliated, I sighed and slowly put my clothing back on. I selected a looser-than-normal short sleeve shirt, hoping that being unrestricted by my clothing would help me to calm down. I chose a similar strategy when deciding on pants too. I elected to wear a slackened pair of brown pants whose length extended just beyond my ankles, held up and in place by a leather belt. I laced my boots and headed for my door, trying to remember where I had abandoned the loot that was stolen earlier. When I reached for the door it abruptly opened revealing the elephantine bronze dragon standing in the doorway. He looked angry. No doubt he had discovered his coin pouch was missing and sought me out for revenge. He was bulky, barrel shaped. Much too heavy to take in a real fight. I waited for him to make the first move, so I could attempt to dodge. There was so little distance between us that I failed to avoid his thick hand and he grabbed hold of my collar. I put both my hands on his to brace myself and try to break free. Unexpectedly the warmth and numbness that I had felt earlier when applying the contents of the glass bottle returned, centered on my hands. It seemed as though my opponent felt something as well, because the expression on his face changed from anger to confusion. His thick arm looked a little thinner than a moment ago. The warm feeling in my hands spread up my arms and paused just before my shoulders. Initially only my hands began to grow, each finger thickening with increased strength. to I watched my arms swell slightly, and a sudden burst of energy came over me. The sleeves of my shirt, which had once reached to my elbows, not ended above my forming biceps, and tightly adhered to my body. I was able to push his hand away and regain my composure. Guided by an unfamiliar awareness I reached out at the dragon and enclosed him in the biggest bear hug I could manage. The feeling of heat flared once more, this time enveloping my entire body. My arms immediately gained ample bulk, thickening to two or three times their original diameter. The sleeve of my straining shirt was pushed further up my arm and a small tear began to form at the seam. In the same instant, the arms of bronze-scaled beast lost all heft, looking a child's arms. Next to swell was my chest my pecs ballooned outward with enough force to cause my grip around my opponent to slip briefly. With the heft of my chest increasing the collar of my shirt was pulled down, exposing more of my neck, and the cloth was simultaneously pulled upward and outward from my swelling core. As my chest grew, his deflated, giving me enough room to redouble my grasp. I felt the his rough scales rub against my now-exposed midsection. I could feel my thighs enlarging and forcing my legs a bit further apart from the mass. A cool draft could be felt on my ankles as the legs of my pants were pulled taught and upward. As my feet grew larger they strained against the thick leather of my boots. At first this was painful, but the pain pleasure as the material of the footwear split near my toes to make room for the enlarging feet within. Lastly my waist, neck, and back began to fill in, stealing more volume from my adversary. When warmth diminished I released the now-thin bronze dragon from my embrace, and he slumped to the floor unconscious. Holding my arms away from my sides I examined the bulk I had siphoned. I was about two-hundred pounds heavier and a few inches taller when finished with my first victim. I felt excited, but not sated. An inexplicable hunger came over me as I remembered the two muscular wolves I had swindled earlier in the night. As I began to leave it became obvious just how tight my clothing had become. The fabric of my pants was strained to it's limit, and my abdomen was visible below the bottom seam of my shirt. Tufts of grey fur were jutting out around my waist and the collar or my shirt. I took several clumsy steps forward and a few small rips were audible with each step I took. Eager for more, I walked down the hallway hoping to spot the two strapping wolves. I had passed a half dozen or so rooms when I noticed an open door just ahead. I gently opened the door to the room and, fortuitously, inside the two grey wolves were seated at a small round table just inside. They were engaged in conversation, but noticed me immediately. Equally confused by my sudden appearance at their room and my astonishing massiveness, they stood up. One tried to speak, but I seized both of them by the neck before he could. Again I savored the feeling of warmth the flowed from my hand and inward to the core of my body. My tight shirt, stretched massively, ripped at seams just under my armpits as the growth progressed once more. The broad shoulders of both wolves diminished simultaneously, transferring the width to my own body, tearing my clothing further. Before long the shirt began to tear more forcefully Starting at the places my sleeves had already ripped, the fabric split, unveiling my deeply toned arms. My pecs bulged outward, followed closely by my abs, which took on labyrinthine definition. As my pecs inflated the fabric of my shirt was pulled as tight as the skin of a drum in the valley forming between my muscles. The shirt was not durable enough to resist the combined expansion of my chest and back, and therefore a wide tear formed in the armpit and spread quickly when the serratus muscles on the sides of my chest protruded. As this happened I noticed the clothing worn by the wolves hung loosely on their now pitiful bodies. Unsympathetic, I strengthened my grip and hoisted both men a few inches off their feet. The theft of muscles continued, subsequently affecting my arms and legs. My pants were forced further and further up my legs until they nearly exploded from the force of the growth, leaving behind little more than tattered rags. Similar damage struck my shirt soon after. The holes formed earlier widened until the shirt was in tatters hanging loosely from my vast chest. Feeling a tightness on my waist I Flexed my abs and thighs, instantly destroying the metal buckle of my belt and splitting my pants at the seam above my groin. Simultaneously fissures formed in the fabric covering my thighs. Deep, defined valleys continued to form between the individual muscles of my limbs, visible even through my fur. I held the pair aloft for a few more moments and until the transmission of muscle tone seemed to end and the pair passed out from the stress. I had gained only another two-hundred pounds or so from the pair, but it was entirely muscle mass, giving my a dense, sinewy body. I looked down again to take in the beauty of my new form and say my clothes were ripped enough as to be virtually useless. I pulled the scraps of fabric off of my body: The tattered shirt, the lacerated pants, and my burst footwear. I was left wearing only a strained pair of black underwear. Still unsatisfied, I immediately began my search for the final man present at the table earlier in the night. I wandered around for a few minutes, ending up at a balcony overlooking the main floor of the tavern. To my surprise, there was no one present, save for the tall brown-haired horse I hunted. He was asleep, slumped over a table. The cause of his lethargy was evident by the dozen empty bottles in front of him on the table. I fearlessly hopped the balcony and landed loudly but safely below. I smiled when as I noticed the tall horse had not been woken up by the clamor. I approached my prey and pulled the chair out from under him, causing him to fall prone. He drunkenly mumbled a few words, but did not try to stand. With one foot I flipped him onto his back, then placed to other foot squarely in the center of his chest and transferred some of my body weight forward. The euphoric warming sensation returned a third time, flooding my every inch of my magnificent body. I had to shift my stance as my bones lengthened, progressively transposing a few inches of height onto my frame. The once-tall horse gradually lost nearly half of his eight foot height, transmitting it to me. I flexed my chest and arms blissfully as I rose in height from a mere five feet to a towering nine feet. I noticed the substantial bulge in the pants of the horse. His cock was large enough to extend into the leg of his pants. I knelt down and grabbed the waist of his pants with two hands to rip them open. With a loud rip, his twelve inch cock was revealed to me. Greedily I reach for it with both hands. I felt the warmth of mass being displaced once again, this time scorching hot. The length and girth of the equine's cock began to diminish, the stolen volume appearing upon myself. My underwear expanded as my cock distended. After I had reached a gratifying ten inches, my manhood spilled out of the leg of my underwear, the garment no longer able to hold such immensity. Seeing there was still approximately six inches of horse meat left to steal I continued the draining. Upon tightening my grip around his shaft the last bit of length and circumference was squeezed out of his member, like squeezing toothpaste from a tube. Since my hands were occupied, I vigorously flexed the muscles in my waist and butt, ripping the over tight underwear to give my expanding cock more room. The heat subsided and I released the horse. My cock was fully erect, extending further than I ever at about twelve inches I eagerly tensed and each muscle of my body, cherishing the new bulk and definition of my mountainous anatomy. Isolated parts of my body continued to bloat for a few moments after I had stepped away from my prey. I looked down, chin bumping my massive pecs, and saw the floor was a few feet further away than I was accustomed to. Overlooking the shelf of my chest I could see my impressive cock standing erect, now just over fourteen inches long, with significant thickness. Unable to contain my emotions I let loose a frenzied, bestial howl.