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A Bountiful Bet

Part 2

For Engy and DrakeHavok

By Draconicon

Havok woke up with the familiar pulse-throb of morning wood clamoring for his attention, and the white dragon groaned as he rolled onto his side. The blankets moved with him, and it took him a moment to remember that was a thing.

This is normal.

The thought almost didn't sound like him for a second, but he shrugged it off. After all, other than his master, who would be talking in his head? That just didn't happen for most people, and the idea that it would happen to him this late in life felt a little silly.

Shaking his head, he sat up, unable to help smiling at the way that his dick rose up with him. It was stiff, stiff and eager like it always was in the morning, and all ten inches were prodding him in the stomach as he rubbed it through the blanket. It responded eagerly, clearly wanting more, but he put it off as he pulled the blankets down instead.

"Heh...maybe I should sleep naked more often..."

His cock was...rather fun to look at, the dragon thought. It was a big, hefty thing that stuck out between his legs, begging for the attention of others rather than just him, and his balls hung down far enough that they threatened to roll off the side of the bed as he swung his legs out to the side. He groped it at the base for a moment, giving it a pinch and a squeeze before he finally forced himself to his feet.

It almost felt wrong for a moment, as if he was a little off-balance, but that was just his imagination, he was sure. Sure, there'd been times when Engy had gotten him and he had to learn how to deal with a much different center of gravity due to having much larger balls, but they'd finished their fun yesterday. The kobolds had gotten him nicely drained, and the ingredients from the pizza would have already worked their way through his system. There was nothing left to keep him any bigger than normal.

He walked over to the mirror near the front door of his quarters, standing sideways to it. The profile image of his dick standing straight out was enough to make him blush just a bit, but he held his hand beside it, then the other one next to it. The head still stuck past both hands plus a little bit of cock, and he nodded to himself.

"Nope, that's about normal."

This is normal.

"Yeah, completely normal."

Sure, it was a little awkward to walk around with that big a hard-on, but there were others in the harem that were even bigger than he was. At least, bigger than he was normally; the master didn't tend to make his cock grow even bigger most days - something that most of them were grateful for, considering that it was a massive enough cock already - but there were others, like Engy, and Fyacin, and a few others, that rather enjoyed the feeling of getting bigger and bigger. He was just like them.

In fact, sometimes he envied them that they were a little smaller. They could grow big easier, and they didn't have to worry about overdoing the hyper effects.

Havok shrugged it off, walking back to the piles of clothes that he kept around the room. The kobolds usually picked it up when he was busy, but they must have been having a bit of an off-day or two. It was fine; he didn't mind cleaning it up on his own sometimes.

Grabbing some briefs, a t-shirt, and a pair of jeans, he dressed himself quickly. The t-shirt slid on quickly, but the underwear was a little bit more of a struggle. Went around the back easily enough, but he swore that they usually pulled up over his balls more easily than this, and he had to tuck his cock a bit more to the side today. Maybe the morning wood was just a little stiffer than usual, or something like that.

But with his jeans...

That was the sticking point, and he blinked as he realized that they were just not coming up past his balls. He stared as they just rested right below them, the zipper struggling to come up and around them, and he couldn't actually get them past his hips.

"What the heck?"

This is normal.

"I...guess I just left them in the wash wrong?"

That didn't feel quite right, but it was the only thing that he could think of. How else would he explain not fitting in his clothes when nothing about him had changed? He shook his head, pulling them off and looking for a pair of sweatpants. Didn't take long to find a pair, and they fit, though even they felt a little bit tighter than they should have.

And they framed his dick a bit more than he would have liked.

He shook his head, finally feeling it subsiding and softening. He pushed it down and over his balls, hoping that his underwear would keep it in place for now, and walked out of his quarters -

"Hello, Master Havok."

"Gah!"

It was Chris again, the kobold waiting just outside his quarters with a cup of tea in one hand and a saucer with a bagel on it in the other. He looked at the bagel, then at the kobold, and almost spitefully took the saucer from him.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

"Heh, my apologies. I'm just very good at staying quiet and efficient."

"I meant, why do you keep following me?"

"Well, you are a friend of Master Engy's, are you not?"

"Well, yeah."

"I would like to know you, so I can understand Master Engy better, and how to make him happy. There is something to be said for knowing the friends of friends, is there not?"

"I guess..."

"Then it stands to reason that it would be a good idea to know you. And I am happy to start getting to know you."

Havok felt like there was a gap in the logic there, but considering that his mood was perking up with the bacon and egg bagel, he was happy to let it slide. It meant that he didn't have to go running to the kitchen right away for something to soothe his stomach. Though, from what he was feeling, he might need a bigger meal for breakfast, anyway. This was just going to be the tip of the iceberg.

"Master Havok?"

"Hmm?" Havok asked, nibbling around the ring of bread.

"May I ask if you're a baker by trade, or by habit?"

"Oh god." He had to wipe his mouth to avoid the mess that almost came from a spit-take. "Oh god, no, no, nothing like that. I just like making things. It, uh, doesn't always come together the way I'd like, but it's fun. And it means that I get to give my friends little treats. It makes them happy, and that makes me happy."

"The happiness of others is a noble pursuit, Master Havok, and it is the core tenet to most kobolds."

"Is it? I never knew that. Huh. Well, the more you know."

"Indeed. And perhaps you can help me with something else, Master Havok. I was meaning to learn a little more in the kitchen myself. Perhaps we could work together to make something for the rest of the harem today, and you can use that opportunity to teach me how to make something for you and Master Engy in the future. Heh. I have to admit, I'm not that good in the kitchen; nobody ever got around to teaching me how most of that worked."

"Awww. Well, of course. You come with me. We'll make cheesecake for everyone."

"That sounds splendid, Master Havok."

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It was also a pain in the butt to do on his own, but having both Chris and the other kobolds around meant that the whole process was sped up massively. Having them help do the drudge work of getting the crust ready and making sure that everything else was properly mixed meant that the main thing left for him to do was pour it all out, measure it, and get the ring tins for them properly situated and ready.

"You know, I really should take advantage of this more often," Havok said as he poured the well-mixed filling over the crust. "I mean, it's fun to do it on my own, but it's a lot easier when you have all these helpers around. Do you and the other kobolds really enjoy helping out this much?"

"I do," Chris said. "As for the rest, it depends."

The kobold's mug of tea had been replaced with a glass of wine again. At times, Havok had started to wonder if Chris was a bit of an alcoholic, but the kobold never seemed to take more than a single sip from that glass over the course of an hour. If anything, the cup of red liquid seemed almost as much of an affectation as it was anything else, and while he didn't like the idea of wasting wine, at least the kobold wasn't abusing himself.

"Well, anyway. You probably already know this, but fillings can go in now. Well, some."

"And what sort of fillings might we put in?" the kobold asked.

"Well, that depends on whether you're doing a normal cheesecake, a wacky one, or a, heh, fun one."

"Ah. Fun as in whether you are doing something naughty, I'm sure. Like you standing a little too close to it with your pants that stretched."

"Huh?"

Havok looked down, only to immediately take a step back. He hadn't even been paying attention, but his cock bulge was about to fall into the tin as he'd stepped close to it. It was something that he was normally better about, but it seemed that his head had been somewhere else.

This is normal.

Well, of course it was. It wasn't like his cock could just grow randomly and drop down into the batter without him noticing, was it? Just because he had a fat dick that was at least fifteen inches long while soft didn't mean that he didn't have to pay attention. He shook his head, leaning his hips back as he walked his legs apart, giving his balls a little more space inside of the too-tight sweatpants.

"I really should be paying more attention. Sorry about that, Chris."

"No worries. You didn't let it drop in, at least, and that's something."

"But, uh, yeah. This is the time when most of the additives can go in. You'd want to take care with it, and make sure that you didn't put too much in, but you could start adding things if you want. Some fruit, some chocolate...some fun stuff."

"Such as, perhaps, what Master Engy would put in to try and win his bet, I imagine."

"Hehehehe, yeah...yeah, he'd try and do that," Havok said, shaking his head ruefully. "But he's not going to get me that easily. None of this stuff is dosed; we'll just have some nice fun with some nice dessert, and everyone will be happy."

"I'm sure that they will be, Master Havok."

The kobolds ferried the cakes to their ovens, the water baths already assembled, and closed the machines. Havok sat down, shifting his weight from side to side. He'd seriously have to go on a clothes-shopping trip later. There was no way that all his clothes could have shrunk in the wash, but it was legitimately starting to feel as if they had. Perhaps there was just some bad luck going around, but he'd fix that soon enough. All he had to do was head out and get some new stuff, and he'd be right as rain.

"Tea?" Chris offered.

"No, I'm fine. And besides, Engy could be using you to win his bet."

"I would be offended if you were not so right," Chris said, chuckling. "By the way, just how long are you when you are soft? Master Engy has some hyper-sized underwear that you might be able to use, if that's getting out of hand."

"I'm not hyper-sized. Seriously, it's just...I'd say eighteen inches? That's normal."

"As you say, Master Havok. As you say."

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The cheesecakes came out perfectly, and just like before, the kobolds helped him chill and then carry them to the main social area of the harem quarters. Less people were around than before, but they were probably busy with some of their official city duties.

Technically speaking, he probably had a few of those as well, but the master hadn't pushed him to get them done or commit to which ones he wanted. One more thing that he really, really should get around to doing one of these days, he supposed.

Shaking his head, he joined the other kobolds at a large public table. He sat down and just barely stopped himself from bumping the bottom of the table, shaking his head as he decided to sit on a pillow rather than a chair. A little easier that way, he supposed, and kept his cock bulge from bumping the bottom of the table.

That was normal, of course. He didn't know why he tried to sit on a chair rather than on a cushion; the chair almost never worked unless he had drained himself hard earlier that day, and he had deflated his balls enough for them to not push his cock up. Even then, if he got even a bit of a hard-on, he was all but guaranteed to wobble the table back and forth as he got more and more erect.

His sweatpants were straining to contain his cock, and he shook his head as he undid the straps that held them on. Chris sat at his side, the kobold's legs stretched out and his toes pointed, and the naked male smiled at him.

"Having some clothing problems?"

"Yeah, I - I don't know why this doesn't fit. I got it on this morning okay, but I swear something's off."

"Hmm, maybe something spilled on it. Or maybe one of the other harem members cast a spell on it to shrink it so that you'd have to show off a little bit."

"That...is more likely than I want to admit," Havok said with a small blush. "God, some of them would do that, too."

"Well, best not to give them the satisfaction. Endure, and let them be the one to pay the price."

"You're awfully well-spoken. Are all the other kobolds faking?"

"Heh, no, no. I'm just...a little something special," Chris said, shaking his head as he put his goblet of wine on the table. "But enough chit-chat. Shall we have some of the cheesecake ourselves before the rest of the harem comes around?"

"Yeah, let's give one a try. You have any preference?"

"Strawberry, of course."

"Mmm, I prefer classic myself, but that's a close second. Here. Let me get it for you."

"A dragon serving a kobold? My, my, but that is a rare thing."

There was nothing but respect in Chris's voice, but there was just enough of a lilt to it and a sparkle in the kobold's eyes for him to hear it as the tease that it might have been. Havok bit back his blush, shaking his head as he felt his dick twitching, throbbing, growing - was that a little more of a tingle than usual?

This is normal.

No, no, it was normal. He was always just rather sensitive down there, and even a rising erection was always just a little more enjoyable than it perhaps should be. He coughed, clearing his throat as he put the strawberry cheesecake slice on the kobold's plate and got around to serving himself.

Havok stretched one leg out under the table, feeling his cock sliding down that leg rather than pushing forward. He always had to do that, he remembered, because he was too big for it to fit in the crotch of his pants properly. At least, not with the current sweatpants. He'd need to get the special stuff or drain himself more later, but for now, he'd need to keep it down the leg of his pants.

Down, down, down his pants leg it crept, moving along his thigh, then his knee, coming to a rest just past it. How long was that? Normal length, he knew, but in terms of inches? Hard to tell, but he was already committed to keeping one leg straight now, and that was that.

He shrugged as he plated himself up a slice of classic cheesecake, smiling at the smell of the butter-graham crust, the almost-there taste of the classic sweet-vanilla flavor that was blended all the way through the cheesecake, and all the subtle flavors that came with it. He sighed with a happy grin on his face and started chowing down.

The entire time, his cock tingled, and he put it down to the 'usual' erection throbbing. However, there was one other slight problem to the whole thing.

"Uh, Chris?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you, uh, do you think you could do me a little favor?"

"I can certainly try, sir."

"Do you think you could, uh, put some napkins around the bulge?"

"Ah, is sir having too much of a fun time?"

"It's good food, okay? I'm just drippy when I'm happy."

"As you wish, sir, of course."

The kobold smiled, and once again, there was something just slightly teasing about that smile. Havok tried to ignore it and just pay attention to his cake. After all, this whole thing was normal. There was nothing odd about someone dripping pre-cum just because they were hard and happy. He was sure that all the other harem members had done something just like that in the past, and it was just his turn today.

He nibbled away, distracting himself with the enjoyable flavors of the cheesecake as the kobold knelt under the table. A few napkins were delicately placed around his pants leg, and several were pushed in. He bit his lips as he realized just how delicate Chris was being, and was thankful that the gray-scaled kobold was as precise and sensitive as he was about the whole issue.

Starting to see why Engy keeps him around. He's really good for anyone that might have a little anxiety; all the skill would go a long way towards making him more comfortable.

He cleared his plate quickly, having to fight the urge to immediately get himself another slice. This was probably the best cheesecake that he had ever made, and he was rather proud of himself for how potent the flavor was. Yet, there were four others that were done, too. Chocolate-marble cheesecake, cookies and cream cheesecake, blueberry cheesecake, and the strawberry one. Oddly enough, the strawberry was the one that he had the least interest in, but all the others screamed for him to try them, to pull them over and cut a slice out and just enjoy the sweetness for a day.

Maaaaybe I should lay off the sweets a bit after today, Havok thought. That's a lot of sweet stuff.

But that was for tomorrow, another part of him thought. That was for tomorrow, and today was for the happy, sweet, yummy flavors tempered by the chocolate and the fruitiness of the toppings and the slight sourness that came from the cream cheese. All of it melded together to make a perfect dessert in his eyes, and he groaned as his stomach rumble in agreement.

"Heh, your belly telling you to have some, too?" Chris said.

"God, yes."

"Go on. Dragons should treat themselves. And who knows? Engy might be around to try and tweak them if you don't."

The idea of Engy changing his cheesecakes to growth-cakes was not something that he wanted to consider. They were too perfect, too lovely for him to risk that sort of thing happening. He grabbed each tin and cut a slice from each, putting them on the plate.

The first bite had him curling his toes from the sheer loveliness of the cake, and he congratulated himself again -

"Ooh!"

Only to yelp as he felt something tickling the bottom of his foot. He looked under the table -

"Oh, bother."

The tip of his dick was poking past the edge of his pants leg, the tip just barely tickling his toes with the wasted bit of napkin. He supposed he should have expected that; the pants never really contained his cock properly, and he always had to walk a bit silly to keep it inside of his clothing. It was like a peg-leg splint that he always had to keep down one leg or the other, since there was no crotch in any pair of pants that actually kept it in place properly without feeling like it was constricting his balls like nothing.

He was doing the splits, too, or near enough to it that he didn't know how he ever sat any other way.

You don't. This is normal.

Right, it was normal, and it was just what he always did. He shook his head, adjusting his pants a bit further, making it a little roomier for his balls. They were...stretching the fabric, though, and that meant that his clothes were more out of date than he realized. He hadn't changed, but they'd probably shrunk far too much.

Or Fyacin or Drakina or master Drac are playing a prank on me with my clothes again.

He shook his head, doing his best to ignore it as Chris had suggested. Best to let it go as far as they wanted to take it, and if his clothes ripped, then they would be the ones in trouble and he didn't have to rock the boat. They'd just be the ones that had to take the blame for something going wrong.

As he worked his way through one slice of cheesecake after another, he kept shifting his position. It was normal, of course, completely normal. He didn't know why he kept thinking he was in the right pose. He always had to sit in this pose, and clearly, past-him had been trying to do something that didn't work. That was all there was to it. All he had to think about, at all.

He had just finished the last slice of cheesecake that he was willing to endure - and could feel the sweatpants ready to burst apart - when Engy walked out of the elevator. The yellow dragon glanced at him, eyes widening for a moment, before smirking and walking over. He leaned over the table with a chuckle.

"So, how are you doing?"

"Me? Oh, I'm fine. I'm waiting to see if you're going to do anything with your bet."

"Oh? What makes you think I haven't done something?"

"Well, everything is completely normal."

"...Huh."

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing," Engy said, but there was just a hint of a bitten off laugh before the yellow dragon could continue. "I, uh, guess my idea didn't really work. You must have seen through the little treats I left in the kitchen for you or something."

"You mean the fruit tart? Yeah, I saw that. I wasn't going to take any chances in case you left it behind."

"Oh, darn."

Engy snapped his fingers. Havok sputtered and laughed.

"It wasn't a threat at all, was it?"

"Nope. Just messing with you," Engy said, giggling like a gremlin. "If I was going to seriously try and change you without you noticing, I'd have other plans than just some little fruit tart hanging around."

"Well, you better start figuring it out. You don't have a lot of time, after all, and if you want to win that bet, you better get started."

"Oh, I will."

"Good."

"In the meantime."

"Hmm?"

Engy walked around the table and grabbed Havok by the back of his head. The white dragon yelped as he was yanked right into the folds of Engy's blue bathrobe, his nose jammed into the dragon's big, low-hanging balls. One breath filled his lungs and head with the other man's musk, and his cock jumped.

"MMMPH!"

Havok moaned and blushed like the sun as his cock ripped through his pants right there and then, hitting the bottom of the table and sending it and the cheesecake flying. The whole thing was a mess in the making, leaving Havok yelping in panic.

"No, no, no, no, no!"

Thankfully, there was a small army of kobolds summoned by Chris snapping his fingers, snagging each and every cheesecake tin as it came down before it could splatter over the floor. Havok slumped back in relief, shaking his head as his own cock loomed over him.

If he'd been sitting up properly, the massive shaft would have gone about a foot over his head, and the whole thing was almost as thick as his torso. A knot bulged at the bottom, and his legs were pushed so far apart by his balls that he honestly didn't think that he'd be able to get back to his feet without the trusty wheelbarrow. They churned and swelled and rolled with seed, and he imagined that they would need quite the milking tonight.

Such was life, he supposed. This was his normal.

Engy was on his back laughing, of course, the big-balled yellow dragon anchored by his own mega-sac as he rolled one way and then the other, pulled back by the sheer mass of his orbs. They hung loose and shameless from beneath his robe, and Havok blushed as he had an up-close view of the both of them.

"That's not fair. I didn't - you cheated," he said.

"It worked!" Engy laughed.

"But - oh, fine. It worked."

He rubbed the back of his head. At least it was just him, Engy, and Chris. That was better than being out in the open and having something like this happen. That had happened once out in public. It was embarrassing enough carrying his balls in a wheelbarrow to get from one shop to another - even if they were clothed - but it was far more embarrassing to have someone staring at him because his pants ripped from what someone else in the harem had done. Whether it was a call and a trigger word or some distant spell that went off and made him expose himself, it was embarrassing all the same.

Chris ahemmed at his side, and he looked up to see that the long-horned kobold had gone and fetched him said wheelbarrow. Havok nodded his thanks as he wiggled himself back to his feet, grunting as he pulled his balls off the floor and delicately lowered them into the thick-bottomed wheelbarrow. The kobold had already moved again, shifting around to sit on Engy's face.

"MMPH!"

"Shh, master. You need to calm down."

It was Havok's turn to bite off a chuckle as the large-balled kobold rolled his hips forward and back, still cupping that goblet as he swayed his hips, balls, and ass over the yellow dragon. In short order, the laughter spasms stopped, and Engy was all but purring beneath the shorter male.

"There you go, master. Better?"

Engy gave a thumbs-up to the side.

"Good. Now, keep breathing and calm down until you're no longer in gremlin mode."

"Mmmmmm."

"Master Havok?"

The white dragon perked up.

"I took the liberty of having something sent to your room while we were relaxing. I think you might find it useful for getting to sleep."

"Oh? What is it?"

"You'll see."

That was a mystery and a half, but Havok nodded regardless, turning the wheelbarrow around and carrying his cock and balls with him. The process was a little awkward, but considering the sheer mass that he had between his legs, it was something of a miracle that he could carry it around at all, sometimes.

Maybe I should take advantage of master's offers for enchanted underwear, he thought. I mean, it's not like I get treated too badly out there, but it would be nice to be able to compress it down or portal it or something...

Then again, if he portaled this monster anywhere in the tower, the best he could hope for were the kobolds finding it. If Fyacin or one of the other naughtier members of the harem stumbled across it...oh, god, he wouldn't be able to move for hours with all the teasing that they'd put him through. He'd have to find a bench out in the city and just sit there, something over his face to hide the blushing as they edged and fucked with his cock for hours.

Then again, again, that sounded like it could be rather fun, too...

He shook his head, putting it out of his thoughts. He couldn't get a portal for now, so there was no point thinking about it.

Pushing the door to his quarters open, he walked into the living room segment and paused, staring at the machine sitting on the floor.

"...You've got to be kidding me..."

It was a milking machine, and a big, powerful one, at that. It had one big tube that was somehow measured for someone of his length and girth, and he could see that it was like a massively upscaled version of the kind that farmers used on cow udders. The very idea of something like that being slid over his cock was enough to make it twitch in the wheelbarrow, and he groaned under his breath as it tried and failed to rise.

"No, no...not now..."

He rested one hand over his cock, shaking his head as he tried not to think too many lewd thoughts about the milker. It wasn't a bad idea, he had to admit; at the very least, it'd keep him from dripping all night long, and keeping it on a low setting would make sure that he didn't have the worst laundry in the world if he had a wet dream, but still. The idea of having a milking machine going on him all night long...that kinda felt...slutty. Like, really, really slutty.

Am I...

Well, at the very least, he had to admit that the practicalities wouldn't be a bad thing. He'd had two long days in the kitchen and he wanted to have a night where he didn't have to worry about the sheets being all messy from pre-cum in the morning. The machine would make sure that he didn't have to worry about that, and that was all that he cared about at the moment.

Nudging it along with his foot, he pushed it to the bedroom on the left side of the bed. Havok sat down, delicately and carefully lifting his cock and balls out of the wheelbarrow and letting them sag down. He took the milking tube from the machine, glanced at the engraved instructions, and nodded to himself.

"Okay, doesn't need lube since it produces its own...just slide it in, and...turn it on, I guess."

It was cool, which was nice considering how hot his cock felt, and he sighed in relief as he slid his cock further and further into the metal-plastic tube. It went right down to the bulge at the base of his cock, and he held it there as he pressed the power button.

Immediately, it started whirring away, bouncing and pulsing as it sucked the air from the tube. It was still on low, something that he was thankful for, and the soft vibration all around his cock, combined with the random pulse-suck of the air currents running through it, was almost more like a comfy massage of his cock than the brutal milking that he had been expecting. He leaned his head back, taking one slow breath after another as he just...relaxed.

This is normal.

Of course it was. Cocks as big as his had to be carefully milked regularly to keep them healthy, and his balls could only be drained by something like this...or an orgy, he supposed, but those were harder to arrange. And more tiring.

The End

Summary: Havok continues to go through a growth wringer, but...does he even see what's happening to him? Or is this just 'normal'?

Tags: M/M, Dragon, Kobold, Teasing, Hyper, Big Dick, Hyper Dick, Growth, Oblivious Growth, Series, Milking Machine, Implied Mind Control, Drugged Food, Pants Ripping, Table Flipping, Pre-Cum,