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Dragonien Vs Tyr:

Growth Battle part 2

By: Dragonien

Dragonien glared up at Tyr, arms crossed over his chest in defiance to the hybrid's smug attitude. The little fox by their feet ignored as he alternated between anger at the massive raptor-taloned foot that had crushed his car to scrap, and fear of the two giants that could easily swallow him whole if they so desired. Dragonien made a valiant effort to keep his composure when the massive Draco-raptor took a half step closer, foot slamming down with enough casual weight and force that even Dragonien's legs tensed and shuddered slightly with the effort of keeping himself still. Only someone that knew Dragonien particularly well would be able to see the signs, the subtle hints of small fragments of intimidation seeping through Dragonien's constant persona of cool confidence even in the face of someone so much larger than himself. Tiny flutters of his ear-fins, as if brief moments where they wanted to flatten against his head in nervous submission but were being kept spread normally through force of will. A slight tensing of his leg muscles, despite his casual stance, as if he were ready to bolt at a moment's notice. The way the dragon's tail flicked and twitched a bit more sporadically during its otherwise normal casual sway back and forth. And, of course, the mild tension in the front of the only article of clothing that had survived the growth effect, showing the faintest hints of arousal. Arousal born from the alluring sight of Tyr having ballooned into such an overwhelmingly powerful, sculpted Greek god... All of which Dragonien would never admit to out loud.

With that shift forward, the newly enlarged shelf of Tyr's pectoral muscles jutted out a bit too far for him the larger male to easily see over them to look down at the dragon below. Rather than step backwards again, or lean forward to look past the sight-obscuring muscle, Tyr simply made do with his current position. His chin nearly pressed itself into the cleft of his pectorals with him having to look nearly straight down at the dragon he loomed over, all of which was completely intentional. He was lording his superior size over the dragon, enjoying how much Dragonien had to crane his neck back to look up at him, and how his own immense size was enough that his own vision was obscured... clearly using the inconvenience as a further intimidation tactic over the inferior male below. He had yet to say a word since their growth had begun, simply letting the dragon fume at his admittedly shameless cheating in purposefully setting the body modification ray that he had used on the both of them to have a much greater effect on someone with a hybrid biology like his own. The look on Dragonien's face when he was pulled out of the blissful revelry of growth when he turned around and found himself muzzle first in Tyr's pectorals as they burst through the roof, only to have even that stretching above his head, was almost as arousing to Tyr as the sensation of growth and increasing power itself. Finally Tyr spoke, breaking the silence with his newly deepened baritone of a voice

"So how's the view down there, short stuff?" The hybrid teased, his words dripping with self-satisfaction. His grin spread wider and exposed more of his wickedly sharp fangs, not that Dragonien could see many of them past the obstructed view created by Tyr's pectoral shelf.

"Fucking cheater' Dragonien huffed out in response, glaring up at Tyr. The larger giant only chuckled smugly at the accusation.

"Why, I have no idea what you're talking about" Tyr replied in a tone that was clearly making no effort at all to portray the slightest bit of innocence.

"Yea, Right. You didn't rig this in your favor. You didn't rig this, and I'm the one standing on some guy's car right now." Dragonien snarled back sarcastically.

Dragonien was making a valiant show of keeping an air of control in the face of someone so much more powerful than him, in the face of someone he knew wouldn't hesitate for a moment to take advantage of his superior status to have his way with the dragon. But Tyr could see through it, at least somewhat. The hybrid's powerful predatory senses picked up on the slight shift of movement, as one of Dragonien's legs slid backwards just a tiny bit, widening his stance and retreating ever so slightly. The cogs of primal instincts hundreds of thousands of years older than Tyr himself churned away inside of his head, processing the subtle body language hidden underneath the persona Dragonien maintained. He was going to run.

Dragonien's saving grace was Tyr's insistence on the display of power he had put on after the initial growth spurt had ended. The moment Dragonien darted to the side in a hard sprint, Tyr was already springing into action. Unfortunately his ability to predict that Dragonien was going to run didn't help him stop the dragon before he was out of reach. When Tyr's body began to pivot around to lunge after Dragonien, the foot resting atop the crushed car slipped slightly. The puddle of oil, gasoline and antifreeze mixed in with the crushed and warped metal was just slippery enough that Tyr's balance was disrupted. He stumbled, and his dash after the smaller dragon turned into a leap, in an attempt to recover! Thick black clawed fingers clenched in midair, a wisp of passing wind felt between his fingers a split second before they closed, signifying the Dragon's ankle had moved beyond his reach just in time. The impact of Tyr's roughly 125 foot tall body slamming to the street below was enough to make Dragonien stumble, himself. But even then, by the time Tyr had pushed himself back up to his feet, the dragon was already disappearing around the corner of a building tall enough for him to hide behind. Oddly enough, Twitch noticed something clenched in the end of Dragonien's tail... the random fox whose car Tyr's foot had been resting on this entire time.

Growling in mild irritation, the hybrid pushed himself back up to his feet and began to follow after Dragonien. He wasn't moving at a dead run like Dragonien had been, but even his brisk pace was enough to cover the distance between the intersection they had been in and the corner Dragonien had turned around in almost half the time the Dragon's dead run had done it in. Unfortunately for Tyr, Dragonien was no fool. The moment he had gotten around the corner he had slowed his pace considerably, clearly taking efforts to hide the direction he was heading. Taking pains to walk carefully enough he didn't leave a blatant trail of footprints in the concrete of the street for Tyr to follow. That and his smaller size still allowing him to easily hide beneath the rooflines and turned his inferior size and weight into an advantage for him, at least for the moment. Growling in annoyance, Tyr focused harder on his other senses, trying to hear the sound of heavy footsteps or smell the dragon's lingering scent and help him flush out his prey. To his further frustration, the city itself was proving to be a constant source of disappointment. The overwhelming ambient noise of traffic, along with the more immediate sirens that their presence had certainly been the cause of drowned out anything that he might have picked up. Similarly, the overwhelming smell of gasoline, smog, dust and smoke that filled the air was enough that even if he could smell Dragonien over all of that he couldn't get a clear direction to follow it in. This left the Draco-raptor with only the option of a good old-fashioned game of Hide and seek.

"Come out come out little Drake" he growled out, the annoyance in his voice mixed with a slightly involuntary twinge of amusement. As much as having to chase down the dragon so he could have his way with the interior sized dragon was annoying to him, the thrill of a hunt still tickled some primal bit of his brain enough that a grin had snuck back onto his muzzle. "You can't hide forever... all you're doing is making me want to do that much more to you when I get my hands on your tiny ass." As Tyr's voice rumbled across the rooftops he slowly stalked his way down the streets towards the larger buildings of downtown. If he were hiding from someone larger than himself, that's where he'd go. The more large buildings there were, the more places there were to hide, and the more small spaces there were to squeeze into that a larger person would have trouble following him through.

Meanwhile Dragonien was headed in the exact opposite direction. Down on his hands and knees, doing his best to quietly crawl back down the streets among the smaller buildings. A few of the rooflines were only 2 stories tall and it was a miracle Dragonien was able to hunch himself down enough not to give himself away. A minute or so after Tyr's 'declaration', Dragonien risked a glance over one of the nearby rooftops to see where the hybrid had gone. Thankfully Twitch was already about a mile down the road peeking around large office buildings and small skyscrapers. Each time his massive hands gripped the edges of a building as he leaned around its corner, his fingers tore into glass and brick like it were sand, and warped steel girders like they were tin foil. Despite himself, Dragonien felt his cheeks flush a bit. Sure, he'd much prefer being the one who was standing with Twitch looking straight ahead into his junk, but hot is hot. And he could not deny that the way twitch's speedo practically disappeared between the thick hams of muscle that were his enlarged ass cheeks certainly made that tush one he'd love get his hands on and knead like bread dough.

Shaking his head a bit, Dragonien tore himself from his almost hypnotized state ogling the stud of a hybrid trying to torment him and returned to the task at hand. Carefully he made his way back down familiar streets, following footprints in the street that looked like they were shrinking, since he was following them backwards. When he finally got to his destination he beamed happily to see that, despite the walls and roof of the warehouse being little more than rubble lying in the nearby streets, the Body Mod Ray still looked like it was intact. He did have to carefully heft some debris away from it so that the controls could be reached and the line of fire wasn't obstructed, taking care to do so as quietly as possible lest he draw his hunter's attention. With that done, he could finally lean his huge head into the side of the building to get a look at the tiny control panel. Unfortunately even though his size was significantly inferior to that of Tyr, he was still far too large to be able to operate the controls. Good thing he had planned for this.

His tail arched over his shoulder and rather roughly dropped the terrified fox from earlier down onto the rubble covered floor of the warehouse. With the dragon's tail tip no longer shoved under his chin to keep his mouth shut and keep him quiet, the fox began frantically stammering in a half panicked yelp of terror. This was immediately silenced by a broad, red hand slamming him down to the floor, fingers spread so the fox's head stuck out between two of them. The vulpine snapped his jaw shut immediately when he saw the massive red dragon's head hovering threateningly overhead. The controls to the Body Mod Ray were not complex at all. Considering its main users were people like Dragonien and Tyr, neither of which were any kind of computer genius, the controls had been made pretty point and click. Mostly consisting of sliders, preset controls and spelled out variables to input in the more advanced modes. Though Dragonien couldn't operate the controls without risking breaking the screen, he could make out the setting he needed changed. There was just one setting that needed to be removed, and this little fox here was going to do it for him. All the vulpine needed was incentive.

"Now here is what is going to happen." The dragon rumbled, fully utilizing his enormous size to let his breath blow over the fox like a gust of wind, and letting his sword sized teeth gleam in full view to maximize the intimidation. "Once I let you up, you are going to go to that control panel over there, you are going to change one setting I tell you, then you are going to press the fire button. Once you do that, you are free to go run away. If you try to run away before you do that, I will crush you underfoot, like my larger friend did to your car. If you make any noise at all, I will eat you. And if you try to be clever, and change any other settings on that machine, like to shrink me back down or anything, Know that even if you do succeed, it'll take a minute or two for me to shrink back to normal. Which is more than enough time for me to bite you in half before I'm too small. Which is what I will do. If you understand, then nod your head." The fox rapidly nodded his head, his eyes so wide with terror they looked like they might just fall out.

With their 'accord' seemingly in place, the dragon slowly lifted his hand off of the fox. Said fox immediately sucked in a breath in a ragged gasp, having been unable to breath with the pressure on his chest. There was a brief moment when the fox looked towards the collapsed wall beside where the dragon's hand propped him up, as if he were gauging his chances at running. Thankfully for his own safety, he came to the decision that he'd never make it. Instead, he turned towards the machine and tentatively walked towards the controls. At Dragonien's direction, the desired setting was removed from the device and, again, the fox seemed to hesitate as if gauging his chances at some betrayal. When he glanced up to see the 50-foot dragon staring down at him expectantly through the half-collapsed wall, he quickly made his mind up again, and nodded up at his captor. Dragonien gave the fox one last glare of warning, as if silently reminding him not to try any funny business, he shifted himself around the corner of the building so that, with that side of the warehouse's wall having collapsed, the ray was aimed outside, right at him.

The now familiar hum of energy building began to fill the air and seconds later a surge of green light burst forth from the ray's emitter, splashing against Dragonien's thigh as if some kind of ethereal massless water. The green energy rapidly stretched around the rest of his thigh, then his leg, spreading up across the dragon's entire body until it covered him head to toe in a deep green aura. The moment the aura had sealed itself around him Dragonien felt the blissful sensation of stretching once more. Feeling himself beginning to expand outwards in all directions, to the horror of the fox who simply took off running now that his captor was no longer paying attention to him.

It felt somewhat akin to a mixture of that blissful feeling of stretching a part of yourself as hard as you can except everywhere at once, mixed with the pleasant soreness that one feels after a hard workout. The green aura around him, shaped like a perfect silhouette of his body just slightly larger, was slowly stretching outwards in all directions. As it expanded, it was as if his body was being pulled and tugged with it. The larger the aura got, the larger his body inside of it was stretched out in all directions. Higher and higher the dragon began to grow, as his legs bent at the knee stretched out behind him, feet plowing through the strip mall behind him. His knees expanded into the warehouse itself, further collapsing the remains of part of the walls as his legs and knees took up more and more space. 50 foot gave way to 60... then 75... 100... within moments he was already at Tyr's size... and then rapidly shooting past it. If anything it looked like he was growing even faster!

Height wasn't the only way the dragon was growing, either. In the same way the aura was expanding in all directions and dragging Dragonien with it, it was reshaping itself as well. Different parts of the aura burgeoning and ballooning into different proportion, and causing the dragon's body to do the same. His normally smooth, leanly cut four-pack of abs deepened and hardened as a new pair of abs split from them, the 6 lumps of muscle expanding outwards into clearly defined bricks of steel. His pectorals ballooned outwards as if balloons had been stuffed into them, thickening and burgeoning to the point his nipples started to point downwards and his pectoral cleft threatened to stretch out farther than his chin did. His biceps surged in size until they were even larger than his head, while his thighs thickened into monstrous .tree trunks that were nearly as wide around as his waist had been originally. Even his tail thickened with newfound mass, gaining new heft and thickness and becoming almost saurian in proportion rather than the more serpentine mass it usually was. All the while his whole body was expanding upwards past 200 foot... 300... bulldozing cars and buildings alike out of the way to make room for his expanding mass.

Of course his nethers were happy to join the growth party as well. His boxer briefs, already pulled taunt by the newly expanded girth of his thighs, began to pull and tug forwards as a sudden avalanche of flesh began to fill them out in the front. The basket sagged lower and lower as his already above average testicle ballooned to each rival and nearly even surpass one of his fists in size, while the enormous tube of partially dormant flesh for his cock itself stretched outwards, partially curled in on itself to make more room. The sheer girth of it was soon stretching the waistband of his boxer briefs open slightly, leaving about a half inch or so (His scale) of space between his waist and where the waistband of his underwear was, giving him a teasing hint of the monstrous mass of black flesh struggling to be contained within. All of this burgeoning mass of malehood was only accentuated by the girth of his thighs, which pushed his malehood forward as they left no room between them for even a fraction of the dragon's newly enhanced endowment.

As the changes began to subside, Dragonien let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. His whole body was flush with arousal, left over stimulation from the growth effect. His eyes, which had closed earlier to let him simply bask in the feeling of expanding, slowly slid open to take in the scenery before him. That breath he had let out was sucked right back in, and his underwear strained visibly as their load thickened abruptly with a surge of blood pressure. His arousal spiking considerably when he took in the new scale he had been expanded too...and when his mind wandered to thoughts of what he was going to do with a certain Draco-raptor...

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It had been over 5 minutes since Tyr had lost track of Dragonien. Grumbling curses under his breath were accompanied by occasional spiteful expulsions of his annoyance on the population below. A bus unlucky enough to find itself within reach was smashed underneath a foot or tail, or the side of a building had the back of a fist smashed into it for no good reason. The wanton abuse of power felt good, sure, but mostly it was about letting his frustration out. Stupid red dragon. Couldn't he just be a good victim and let Tyr have his way with the oversized runt of a dragon. Just as he was about to yell out to Dragonien to stop wasting his time and come out he felt a tremor. No, not a tremor, a full on earthquake! One that was strong enough that he almost fell over. Then another one. Standing in a street of particularly tall buildings he didn't immediately see the source, but he did notice that a shadow had spread across the block he was in. Quickly, Tyr rushed to the end of the street, skidding around the corner to find his jaw dropping at the sight greeting him from further towards the suburbs.

Suddenly Tyr's mind was flooding through calculations the moment he realized what had happened, when he realized Dragonien had gone back to the Body Mod Ray and somehow found a way to turn it back on. He had rigged the settings to, along with some percentage-based growth rates to muscle and genitalia, grow someone hit by the ray roughly 21 times larger than their current size, so his 6-foot height had been magnified to its current 125-foot height. He had cheated by adding a stipulation to the ray, that made it 3.5 times less effective on someone who was genetically a full dragon. So even though Dragonien's 8'4" height was significantly larger than his own starting size, he'd only grow about 6 times larger and end up at his previous 50-foot height. Even taking into account that he had somehow found a way to set the ray off again, it should've only magnified his size 6 times again, so he'd only be about 300 foot tall. But the monstrous bodybuilder of an overly endowed dragon towering over him now was not just 300 foot tall, not by a long shot. Somehow he must have also turned off the dragon stipulation... so instead of growing 6 times larger...

It wasn't 300 foot of smug, vengeful red dragon that was lording its size over the Draco raptor. No... the shadow stretching across downtown, and the quaking impact of a footstep that had nearly knocked even Tyr off his ass had come from all 1040 feet of massive red dragon towering over the cityscape Tyr had been searching for him in.

One of Dragonien's enormous hands reached down, casually stroking his fingers across the enormous outline of his shaft through the skin tight underwear that were struggling to keep up with his growth. Even his massive hands looked somewhat puny in comparison to the monster hiding within the dragon's undergarments. His tongue slid out as his lips curled into a wicked, cocky grin and licked hungrily over them as if eyeing some delicious morsel... staring right down at Tyr, then repeating Tyr's own words down at him

"So how's the view down there... Short stuff?"