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The Grandmother's Gift

Chapter 1

for Engy

by Draconicon

Draconicon felt something demonic pressing against the wards that he'd laid over the tower, but as soon as it touched his awareness, it faded away again. He cocked his head to the side, sure that he had felt something, but perhaps it was just another of the demons testing his defenses. It wouldn't be the first time that one of them had tried something like that, only to pull back as soon as he started paying attention.

The black dragon sighed, rubbing his forehead. This was why he was always a little concerned about Ailsa's tea-times down below. There was always someone that was looking to take advantage of her access, and as much as she was careful, he doubted that she could see every problem before it could arise.

She was arrogant that way. Much like he had been, one time.

Once more, he felt the pressure of demonic magic against his wards, but again, he couldn't tell what it was meant to be. He looked up at the far wall, narrowing his eyes as he looked past the physical and at the magical. There was...something, he knew, something that was rolling and twisting at the walls of the localized reality, but it wasn't the same sort of curses and spells of vengeance and mischief that he was used to fending off. If it hadn't felt as demonic as it did, he would have almost called it something nice, something like a gift.

But that was impossible. Demons weren't nice, and they didn't do that.

Except Ailsa...but then again, she wasn't born a demon, was she?

The dragon shook his head again, pinching his nose as the tingling in the air became just one more thing to tune out. He was used to that; the magic that zapped up and down his tower in the great city of Maiyone was a constant, a current that never entirely went away. One could get used to it, much like everyone had become so used to the buzzing of electricity that they no longer paid attention to the humming in their walls, and his magic was much the same. He tuned out the new little tingle as it buzzed through the floor beneath him, leaning back on his chair.

Ailsa wasn't going to want to talk for a while. She had come back a little on the pissy side, and he wanted to give her space. Whether it was his fault or her 'grandmother's' fault for the mood, he knew better than to push her. She'd probably lock up for a while and stay in her penthouse and come out when she was ready.

Until then...

Another tingle, and he swore that things were a bit less comfortable. Looking down, he shifted his feet around, seeing if he had altered the chair without thinking. Didn't seem to have changed, but...well, he could have sworn that there had been more space between where his heels rested against the legs of the chair and the couple of steps leading up to him. That seemed...oddly smaller.

Or maybe his feet were longer?

No, that's a silly thought.

Shaking his head and putting the idea out of his mind, Draconicon decided how he'd pass the time. He'd call a friend, and the pair of them would...indulge.

With naught but a twitch of his finger, he swiped a hole through space and time, creating a portal rimmed by the black fires of his magic. Fyacin, a lion in his service, looked up from performing a 'service' of his own with one of the guests of the tower.

"Oh, hello, Master. How are you this fine day?"

"Markedly less attended than your guest. I assume that you're about finished?"

"Oh, nearly -"

"Ooooooooh!"

A moan from just out of view was followed by several strings of white landing over the lion's muzzle. Draconicon hid a smile at the sight, shaking his head as Fyacin whipped his head around.

"You dare finish without my mouth? How dare you offend my oral capacity, you fiend?"

"Fyacin."

"Yes, yes, Master, I'll be up soon."

"Good. Just wash up first."

"I thought you liked used pussy."

"I keep you around, don't I?"

"He-"

He cut the portal before the lion could complain further, smiling despite himself. It wouldn't take long before the talented feline reached his chambers. He imagined that Fyacin would be anticipating giving more oral services, and he imagined likewise that the feline would only be slightly disappointed, all things considered.

The dragon shifted in his seat again, still feeling mildly out of sorts with the odd feeling at the base of the chair. No matter how he sat, his feet kept feeling like they were about to slide off the edge of the steps, which was impossible. Even though he did have rather large feet to begin with, his toes had always been a good four inches back from the steps. He looked down -

"...Maybe I mismeasured?" he muttered.

He didn't see how he could have, but his feet were no longer the same distance from the steps that he remembered. His toes hung over the edge by a good inch, at least, and his feet looked...

Are they...out of proportion?

No, no, surely not. After all, he was often known for the size of his feet, for how big they were, and how they got the attention of others while he was out and about. The sheer size of his soles were such that they could cover someone's whole face -

Well, their torso, or near enough. They were getting longer, wider, the sort that held his attention...but they weren't actually growing, were they? He'd feel the magic on them, if that was the case. Surely, he'd notice if they were a different size to what he was used to?

Yes, surely. There were no casters in the tower that had greater power than he, and he knew that he could have detected any magic from thoes that were capable of casting through the barrier and warding spells that he'd put down to protect everyone. His feet were the same size that they had always been, he was just noticing the size a little bit more at the moment.

Still, he lifted one up, stroking a thumb along the underside. He felt slippery, almost sweaty compared to the usual dry plushness underneath, and his thumb slid along his sole as if the scales were freshly oiled. That...

Something...

Draconicon felt like he was almost able to grasp what was happening, but his thoughts slid along as if they were as greased as his sole was. His fingers ran up to his toes, sliding into the space between, getting lost between the smooth digits. He slid his fingers in and out between toes that were almost as long as they were at the end of feet that were larger than anyone else's in the tower.

"Heh..."

It wasn't quite enough to leave him enamored with his own feet, but he was already imagining how the lion would react when he arrived. He knew his Fyacin; he knew that the lion had a thing for feet, even if he refused to believe that he did until he had come here. Every time that they interacted, he had to put his feline friend under his soles, if only for a short time, and every time, he enjoyed seeing his eyes glaze over, seeing him shiver and tremble as he slipped beneath the influence of the dragon's soles once more. The pleasure of seeing him utterly broken never ceased to amaze him, or amuse him, either.

He slid his fingers free, feeling like he could lean down and kiss his own toes without actually bending over. As he flexed his ankle, his foot...

Again, a moment of confusion, one that lingered slightly longer as his toes seemed to touch the other end of his chair, reaching as far as his leg might have done at some point.

No, no, they had always done that, right? They had always been so huge as that, big and large and sexy.

Big and large and sexy.

Big and large and sexy.

Draconicon shook his head, stopping the repetition as he realized that it was bouncing around the inside of his skull like some sort of annoying echo. He waved his hand through the air, dismissing it like a buzzing insect to focus more on the moment.

But...a curiosity struck him.

"I wonder..."

The black dragon opened his robe, holding it wide open to allow his cock to flop out. He remembered several times in the past, overwhelmed by his own foot fetish, where he had given himself footjobs. It was not comfortable, but he'd had the flexibility to pull it off, grinding his feet against his shaft until he 'moisturized' them with his seed. It had been a rather kinky thing back then, but he was half sure that he remembered that his cock had all but covered the bottom of his foot, nearly long enough to smear it from heel to toes with his own crotch musk.

Yet, when he slapped his cock against it this time, it barely ran from heel to arch. Perhaps not even all the way there. He cocked his head to the side, tracing a line against the bottom of his foot, swearing that it had never been that big before.

No, surely, it always had. He would have noticed if someone had made his feet even bigger, even sexier than they already were...

Shaking his head, he put them back on the ground. He must have mismeasured earlier again; his toes were far more than a few inches past the edge of the step, and it actually rested just below the arch of his foot. They were big and heavy, and were probably leaving a footprint stain on the stone.

He smiled at the thought. Fun way to claim his territory.

The door to his private quarters flew open, and amateur trumpeters announced the lion's entrance. Draconicon smiled to himself despite the display, watching as the short-maned lion stepped in. He waved his hand over his shoulder, almost as if to an adoring crowd, and the trumpets stopped. The feline paused, looking over his shoulder and glaring daggers at the musicians, and flicked his fingers back and forth in a 'watching you' gesture.

"Kobolds?" Draconicon asked.

"Oh, dear, does it show?" Fyacin asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid."

"Ugh. This is why I never work with amateurs."

"You could train them to perform better, you know."

"Oh, I know, but it's work."

"And you won't do work unless it's prostitution."

"Master, if they aren't willing to pay for the finest, they're just not worth the time," Fyacin said, tossing his head back with a smile. "Now, you called for me?"

"For a freebie."

"Oh, Master, I would never charge you..."

"Heh, oh, you would, if you could get away with it. Don't forget the number of times I've found you in the vault."

"Just for picking up my allowance, that's all."

"Uh-huh. Sure."

He smiled, shaking his head despite himself. It was really just the usual with the feline fatale, something that he was quite used to after so many years of having him as a resident in the tower. Yet...something was different about him today, something that resonated with the black dragon's new, odd feelings about the world around him.

It wasn't immediately clear what it was. Fyacin was dressed as fancy as usual, wearing his transparent silks that showed everything while still ostensibly keeping it covered. The orange-gold patterns that he wore ran over him from shoulders to waist, where a purple belt came together to gather it all together, and then went slack again down his legs, stopping at the gold shackles that were right over his feet.

And his feet...

Draconicon looked at them, and wondered just how the lion managed to dance with such large stompers. His memories fed him all kinds of images of the lion moving gracefully from one pose to another, easily having some of the finest footwork of his harem, but seeing him now, seeing those huge soles and the way that they just sprawled out and took more and more floorspace the longer he stared at them, he wondered...how?

Must be a strange...

He kept swearing that there was something pushing right at the edge of his understanding, something that was begging him to take notice, but it kept flitting right out of his mind. He shook his head, smiling at his lion.

"So, Fyacin, anything to report before we have our fun?"

"Oh, just the fact that Engy and his friends are experimenting with their potions again."

"More cock growth?"

"So much more."

"I'm surprised that you managed to get here without diversion."

"Master, please, I have some standards. I need more than size to take me."

"That's right. You need musk, proper attitude, and a fine pair of feet to keep you pinned in place."

Before his lion could go so far as to try and proclaim that he was 'no pawslut' once more, the black dragon lifted one foot. It took a little more effort than usual, but he supported it on the heel, lifting his toes and the large sole higher and higher. It lifted from the floor almost like a drawbridge from a moat, and there were soft droplets of sweat falling from the scales by the time that it was lifted up for viewing.

The scent came free, and he could see the pheromones sinking their hooks into the lion's mind. Already, his eyes were in the process of closing happily, shutting to slits, and his cock rose inside those transparent silks. Soon, it was hard as a rock, and it danced, bobbing and throbbing and spitting as the dragon wiggled his toes.

They were big enough that he could feel the digits sliding off each other for slightly longer, the slight rub-rasp of scale on scale holding his attention. He shook his head, waving his foot from side to side, instead, holding Fyacin's attention on the swaying sole.

"What's the matter, my good lion?"

"Nnnngh...you tease, master."

"I know."

"You and your huge feet."

"I know. You love them big."

"I love..."

"Yes?"

"Nnnngh. Just let me appease you, you brute, so I can move to the fun stuff."

"Oh, as if you being underfoot isn't more than fun enough for you. Come. Come here."

Fyacin did as he was told. Slightly less gracefully than he might have done some other time, but he did as he was told, strutting forward, only slightly out of step with himself as he made his way towards the throne. His big feet were making him slightly less graceful, too, though he didn't seem to notice it.

Hmmmm...

Draconicon drifted back from the moment as Fyacin fell to his knees, thinking back to Engy. The yellow dragon had been talking about performing some more growth experiments in the next few days, but that was at least half a week away. There was no way that something had gotten out of hand there, not without him hearing something about it. But something...

That demonic tingle earlier tickled at the back of his mind again, and once more, it slipped away when he tried to get a grip on those thoughts and figure out what they were. Whatever was happening -

"Mmmm..."

His thoughts were pulled away from the weirdness by a long, slow lick along the bottom of his foot. The dragon cocked his head to the side, looking down at his lion, seeing his Fyacin slowly dragging that tongue up from heel to toe, taking a surprisingly long time to get from one part to the next. It took almost half a minute for the feline to get all across the length of the dragon's sole, and even then, he had to skip the toes to some extent, kissing the tips before going back.

"Heh...go on...go on then," the black dragon muttered.

He closed his eyes. If there was nothing else, he could savor the moment, and let his slutty little lion savor the feeling of being on his hands and knees, being of service, reminded where he belonged rather than fighting against it. After all, Fyacin spent too much time thinking that he was a dignified, pompous little prince rather than a good little whore. He needed this reminder.

And as he closed his eyes, focusing entirely on his cock and feet, he stopped thinking about that humming, buzzing magic all around him. For now, all he cared about was the pleasure of lion tongue along his soles, and the soft warmth of the eager little tongue bath that Fyacin offered.

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The lion groaned on his hands and knees, his mind awash with the scent of his master's musk and the pressure of those soles on his mind. There was something about them that always stomped out the bits of dignity that he tried to hold onto, but that was fine. It gave him something fun to replace it, and that made it better. In some cases, it made it ever so much better...

He moaned as he dragged his cheeks against his master's feet, feeling the soft scales pressing in against his face, grinding down against his cheeks. There was something different about them today, something that both made the musk a bit stronger - though not oppressively so - and made them press a bit more firmly on his face. He wasn't sure just what it was, but it made him feel like he was getting bathed in the role of being a good little foot slut. His cheeks burned as he licked away, lapping all over his master's sole, but no matter what he did, the heat and need that they inspired only grew hotter.

He reached between his legs, groping his cock, teasing it but not yet stroking it. Some hint of his pride remained, keeping him from actively jerking off to being underfoot, but that didn't stop him from dripping like mad, oozing and throbbing at the sensation of being beneath his master.

Yet, even as he settled in, he was aware of sitting a bit differently, his toes pressed up a bit more uncomfortably in the floor, and his ass supported by...something.

The lion took a moment to look over his shoulder, half-sure that he'd find some ambitious kobold feeling him up or something of that sort, but instead, he found nothing. Nothing but his own heels pressing into his ass cheeks, pushing against them, propping him up and almost spreading them from how high up they went. He cocked his head to the side, sure that he was just seeing things, but no. His feet were large enough to have the toes digging into the ground a bit and his heels pressed right into his ass cheeks, spreading them wide enough to expose his hole.

That's...not normal...is it?

"Fyacin...don't stop..."

The master's teasing voice drew him back to the task at hand, and he lost himself in the scent for a time. He moaned as he lowered his head to the master's toes, feeling them pressing back against his face. The soles had always been large, but had they ever been so large that they could just...swallow him up like this? He didn't think so, and yet, at that moment, they felt like they could.

He pulled his head back, not much, but enough for his nose to hover right between the gap between the master's first and second toe. He stared at it, and then up at the toes himself. He was kneeling, but the dragon's feet were large enough that the toes could have curled over his head and trapped him, so massive that he felt dwarfed before them. And yet, the master himself didn't seem any bigger, so...

It messed with his head. It made him feel like he was missing something. It made it feel like the master was cheating, pushing that foot fetish even harder than usual to drown him in it, and...

And he loved it.

He panted as he felt pulled in again, nuzzling his muzzle between the toes, taking in the scent and the sheer raw musk of his master. The lion's cock jumped as the master's pheromones did their job of slowly taking him in, breaking him down as they always did. He moaned out loud, groping himself, squeezing his cock and pulling on it as it reached full size, and kissed each of his master's toes. They pressed back against him, almost knocking him back, and his own feet were the only props keeping him upright. He giggled, feeling almost lust-drunk from the gentle tease.

"Mmmm, Master..."

"Heh, yes, my lion?"

"I keep forgetting how big you are..."

Big and perfect.

Big and sexy.

Big and powerful.

"So huge..."

The dragon growled, as Fyacin expected, but that was good. It was a happy, horny growl, and the lion knew that meant that he was telling his master what he wanted to hear. He stroked his claws up the sides of the dragon's soles, teasing them, almost tickling them in places, leaving his master panting under his breath. The big dragon was throbbing up there, his scaly hand flying up and down his cock, clearly getting more and more into the teasing that the lion offered him.

It was delicious. He licked his lips, nibbling those huge feet.

"Master's so big...big and powerful..."

"Mmmm, Fyacin...you keep that up, and I'm going to keep you down there all day."

"Mmm, threaten me with a good time."

"You think that you could take that?"

"I can take anything, Master, particularly the wonderful gifts that you offer me. Come on. Show me where I belong, if you can."

He wanted to feel those feet pressing down on him, wanted to know what it felt like to be under things that were that big. So often, the lion was presented with massive cocks, huge balls, or absolutely enormous breasts, but this was the first time that he had been given something like this, where the master was so much bigger than him that he could be utterly crushed beneath those feet. He imagined that his master would like the feeling of someone moaning and gasping and begging for more, who enjoyed the warmth and weight of those soles, who craved their perfect size.

Some part of him knew that it wasn't his normal thing, but at the same time, he was always looking for something new, something different. Right? This was just one more example of that.

Right?

Right?

Fyacin didn't have much longer to think on it, anyway, as the master's feet pressed down over him, their sheer size pushing him over backwards again. He moaned as he went down, all but buried beneath those scaly soles at the first push. He wrapped his arms around their greater size, his own feet coming out from under him and pointing forward. The master paused for a moment, only for his scaly tail to reach out and stroke over the lion's own soles. It tickled, alright, and he giggled.

"Mmmm, what's the matter, master?"

"Were you always so huge?"

"Mmm, I'm smaller than you, master."

"That doesn't -"

"Don't stop now...come on...give me more. Prove that I'm the foot slut you keep saying I am."

His master growled, and he knew that he'd hit the button that he needed to hit. Those huge black soles pressed down on him firmly, pinning him between them and the hard floor. The stones heated up from the warmth of his master's feet, and soon, he was in a scaly sauna, floating on the warmth that the master's feet put out. He moaned, sticking out his tongue to lavish them with his worship, dragging his tongue along the toes and between them and getting his master's moans as a reward.

Yet, for all that he focused on giving his master as much pleasure as he could, he could still feel that tail teasing and stroking along his own feet. He had a thought to use them to please his master - after all, the dragon was very fond of getting a footjob - but held off.

After all, if the master wanted that, he could command it...and he was having a little too much fun underfoot to want it to end just yet.

Down in Hell, the demon watched her antics with a smile on her face. It was clear that the dragon had noticed something, and she supposed that she should have expected that. After all, such a man would not be lord of his tower if he wasn't capable of detecting her subtle magics, even if he didn't have the means of countering them just at the moment.

But the fact that he had been lost to his own bliss confirmed her own suspicions. The tower was filled with hedonists, each of them out for their own pleasure rather than focused on giving her dear Ailsa the pleasure that she was due. Oh, the things that they should have been doing for the dear demon, putting themselves out for her, serving her, letting her do things to their bodies that would make most mortals blanch...

Well, perhaps not that yellow dragon. For all that he was at least as selfish as the others, going for his own pleasure rather than serving her granddaughter, he still had a tolerance for size, corruption, and transformation that would have stood him good stead as an honorary demon. Perhaps she should advise the young woman to take him in as a servant rather than as a true impish underling.

But that was for later. For now...

She smiled to herself, taking no small amount of pleasure in knowing that her spell had circumvented the protections that the dragon felt so secure behind. The sight of him so unaware of her 'gift' to him, and the sheer size of his feet and those of his followers, was truly one that spoke to her darkest desires. Not merely to transform and corrupt others, though that was certainly a valuable thing in and of itself, but the fact that she had done it without him noticing...and had proven her domination of him in the process.

The demon reached between her legs, idly rubbing her sex through the gap of her kimono. The pleasure that she received was minute, for she was not greatly aroused just yet, but she knew it would get better as the day wore on. After all, there were many others in the dragon's tower that had yet to feel the touch of her magic, who had only been graced by the start of the spell rather than the full thing. She pulled her hands free, leaning over the cauldron to take one last look at the horny, easily-distracted pair of big-footed fools.

The dragon had leaned back on his throne, his feet so large that they would have measured over four feet from heel to toe. Walking would have been difficult to impossible, and he was no longer a threat to roam about the tower without devoting some of his magic to floating himself along. The dragon would no longer be someone that she had to worry about treading the halls on patrol, sneaking up behind other demons that wished to come and visit his halls and those in them.

And his lion? He was pinned, covered, smothered against the stone. Fyacin, as the lion called himself, was losing his mind to his master's enhanced scent, and the demon knew for a fact that it would be hours until he would be completely himself again. Neither were aware that the lion's feet had been enlarged quite a bit as well. Not so large as the dragon's, of course, but quite a bit larger than they had been.

Enough to hide a kobold underfoot, the demon thought. And certainly enough to make him a toy rather than a dancer...or an assassin.

Satisfied another danger in the tower had been relegated to the side, giving her and her granddaughter the space to operate as they liked, she flicked her hand over the cauldron, drawing her magic to another chunk of the tower.

There were many that had been gathered there, of course, but some were more dangerous and more useful than the others. Not the physical ones, like the Shepherd and the snake, but the magical ones...

Like the alchemist.

She drew her spells to the labs of the yellow dragons and his various underlings. They were always in and out, whether the kobolds, the slaves that he gathered from other dimensions, or the city-dwellers that came to him to learn potion-making and ended up leaving with massive balls and empty heads. He had the depravities of a demon himself, taking and enjoying what was given to him, but she believed that he could do more.

The images resolved before her, revealing the yellow-scaled, metal-armed dragon hard at work in one of his greenhouses. He squatted down over his flowers, putting together various little compounds. She could guess what some of them were, meant for further growth of others, but as far as she was concerned, he needed some help to take it further. A little bit of...pressure, for lack of a better way of putting it. The demon smiled and loomed over the cauldron, waving her hand.

"Bigger..."

She saw him twitch, spreading his legs apart a little on a subconscious level as the command settled into his cock and balls. A chocobo was just visible off to the side, probably a helper of his, and she whispered to him, too.

"Bigger."

The chocobo chirped, and as it grew, she imagined that they would probably notice something. At the very least, the yellow dragon would be aware of the pleasure that he was getting from the growth, considering that he was more attuned to that particular kink than most of the others in the tower. But that was something that she could handle. She knew how to manipulate those needs.

She flicked her fingers over the cauldron again, sending her eyes through the tower to the lower levels. There, waiting in the lobby - likely for a victim of his own - was a stallion that had been brought from another world, one that had been warped and transformed and then allowed to change back. Male where he had once been female, this changeling had been given a leash and collar, and responsibilities to go with them.

"Go..."

Rather than telling him to grow, she sent him along. Let him see others that were growing. If she knew the yellow dragon, then merely allowing this equine to see what had happened to his master would be enough to keep him busy for quite some time. And if not?

Well, there were other things she could do.

The demon smiled, chuckling to herself as she let her focus fade, going back to the dragon in the greenhouses on the upper level. The equine would take a little time to get there, and in the meantime, she would watch them. After all, even she would admit watching balls grow was rather nice.

The End

Summary: The changes around the tower continue as the growth spells of the demon take effect.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Foot Focus, Foot Growth, Oblivious Growth, Reality Alteration, Draconicon, Dragon, Lion, Demon, Foot Fetish, Foot Worship, Licking, Hyper Feet, Master/Slave,