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Darkness shrouded the area. The only thing one would be able to make out was a white cloudy substance filtrating through the air in any given direction. Anything visible could be made out from a low-powered lamp from somewhere up above. Misshapen figures, roughly in a humanoid shape, shuffled about in the obscuring mist. Each of them moved with a purpose; darting back and forth between hidden objects. None of them came within a certain distance to the one having to watch them. In the center of what felt to be a circular room was suspended a furred and horned creature, an eastern dragon. With the body mimicking that of a man yet with clear draconic roots, it would seem more as if those hidden figures were studying.

Hanging from the ceiling and kept afloat with cuffs around his wrists and ankles, the dragon simply groaned in confusion and fatigue. If the sensation of being able to see only white smoke wasn't enough, the world itself felt to be spinning wildly off axis to dizzy him all the more. Every so often a tug with his body would be rendered useless by the bindings, yet to the dragon it seemed more as if he were swimming in the air. It was as if all nerve endings had shut down to give illusion that he could levitate above ground and the bindings were nonexistent. The only indication that he was bound would be the obvious fact that no actual movement would be had. Gentle prods could be felt against the massive tail laying limp, and occasionally along with the other extremities. He knew not what was taking place, and had no will to fight back.

Eventually the silent figures could be heard mumbling. The dragon attempted to turn his head to peer around, but no matter where he may focus, it seemed as though the speech was taking place in the opposite direction. It was nauseating for the beast to be conscious at this time, yet his body felt lax enough at the same time to disobey any natural responses of purging. Strings of words were picked up by the hidden ear holds beneath the fur on the dragon's head, and while understanding them he seemed unable to actually hear them. It was as if something were purposely blocking his mind from comprehending, yet allowed him to recognize everything without true meaning.

A new feeling raced up his spine in what felt like a lightning bolt, the first feeling of touch which he was able to make reason of since regaining consciousness in the alien room. Ruffling through his thick fur would be the very definitive smooth skin from a human hand; scales hidden the fur being receptive enough to distinguish at least this. Adding to this would be the oily nature of that skin as a single hand seemed to constantly stroke along the side of his upper right leg. It wouldn't be a kind touch, for it seemed more to be simply sensing for something. Soon thereafter a rough edge was felt applied in a peculiar pattern. What felt to be cold ink, or paint, was apparently marking locations upon him. Not a moment after another pair of hands seemed to continue the motions from the other side, but instead starting right upon the groin itself, a feeling which caused the dragon to squirm upon his bindings.

It felt partially as if what ever was keeping his senses dulled was wearing off, yet still he felt too weak to actually break free. Further the dragon was violated by hands which were too small to fully grasp the hanging shaft of the body, even when flaccid by quite a large margin. Skin on the supposed human was clammy and outright startling to have against the natural warmth of the highly sensitive member. In one way it felt almost calming after a short while, but the dragon was unable to discount the fact that these people were unknown and their motives as shrouded as the room. Hands cupped around his muzzle as slowly the fur was matted down with a cool and gooey substance. The instance after what felt to be a mask was being fitted across his face, and one which felt nary large enough to fit. Tighter than skin, it wrapped down across three large and prominent scales of the face before being raised higher up. Air was forced into the mask, it apparent that it was meant to block outside air, as the dragon was forced to breath from the apparatus.

All the while being fitted with this mask the dragon would squirm and shake to break towards his freedom. Emotion began to be pushed aside as basic instincts for survival kicked in. No matter which way he moved, and with how much might he exerted, the body had barely enough energy to even lift a finger or fidget a toe. Cool and thick substances were now being applied to the genitals of the beast, at this point being unable to force out a quiet groan of pleasure even as the mask encased his head in full , vision now totally obscured. Gentle massages followed with the goop to his shaft as a tingling took place which almost seemed to directly transfer energy to the area it was applied. A quick jolt of his hips downwards in a thrust was performed against his own will as it seemed the body gave up holding back an arousal from what would otherwise be completely sensual touches.

Hands and feet could be felt dipping into a different and more viscous substance, conveying a much more welcome warmth. It seemed only to entrance the sexual side of the dragon's brain all the further, as several hands at this point joined in on bringing forth a deeper arousal. The only reason for the excess of manpower was apparently just to cover more surface area, for a single hand's fingers were incapable of curling around the circumference of the shaft at this point. Soft pushes upwards with the hands were enough to keep the shaft growing parallel with the dragon's body, as he was able to feel the tip of the glans touching just below the pectorals on his body. Or so he would like to think that was what it was pushed against, for the actual body remained numb; the nerve endings in the penis taking up all electrical impulses for feeling at this point.

The dragon was disorientated beyond all recognition as the feeling of liquid creeping up along the sides of his body remained prominent. It was at this point he realized that his entire groin area was encased within an object that felt similar to the mask over his head. A specialized tube was in this object made to grasp his shaft and hold it within this grown position, albeit just barely. Feelings of hands continued, yet his brain functioned enough to at least understand it was just a phantom sensation. He knew he was still being watched, for the speech was still there. His tail flicked quickly upwards as a large probing object pushed itself well within and past the anal sphincter. Further it pressed inwards against his will. Reflexive squeezing in objection to the object proved futile. It felt to be added solely for the act of degrading his pride, but he knew not what it could truly be used to accomplish.

By this point the fur on most of his body became drenched with whatever he knew he was being submerged within. Bindings against his body broke free as he felt himself floating in a liquid that held his body tight. Fighting against it was useless it would seem. Clenching his eyes he tried to fight for what felt to be hours on end. A resounding series of thumping eased his eyes open only for him to look straight at his own face partially veiled by a green bulbous liquid. A flurry of colors followed before he watched as cracks spread across every inch of the glass in front of him. It looked as if he were being held captive in some sort of test tube, at which point his heart began racing. Just barely he was able to make out his name marked upon the glass, "Grahckheuhl; Grah, code". They were using him as a test subject. Fighting against what felt to be all odds, the muscles of his body swelled exponentially. With every strained breath taken through the strange mask his body increased in size. Every twist of his body sent forth sensations equaling that of an orgasm, as motions against his still erect shaft ensured he be milked for every last ounce. His tail whipped about in a flurry to dislodge the object lodged just below that seemed placed their earlier just to damage his ego to keep him calm. Increases in size became more than the glass binding him inside could tolerate, as it cracked in every direction in front of him. In that moment a thunderous crash jolted him into an upright position to open his eyes.

Sitting up in a daze the dragon looked around while laying comfortable one what appeared to be a couch. Sparse papers fluttered in the air around his face as his tail thumped down to the right to send forth another wave of the thin objects. His mouth gaped open to take a free and deep breath. The fur upon Grah's body felt to be completely dry, disregarding the wet warmth spread across his lower body. Looking down as his eyesight adjusted to light he was able to see nothing out of the ordinary. An obvious mound which slowly lowered down indicated what his mind at least thought of the strange dream. A quick scan of the area around him allowed him to take another deep breath, before slumping back down with a hand over his head. It had been nothing more than a dream.

As though Grah's brain were processing what his eyes had seen, he'd lay for nearly a minute before jumping upright. Quickly flicking his tail with joy, the eastern's focal point stared straight towards a shattered pot in a corner of the room, a flowering plant apparently having burst from its confines. At least this linked together a loud crash in his dream to the real world. Brushing away the sparse papers still laying across his chest, each having the look of research documents, their presence now a moot point to their purpose thanks to the plant and brushed away as such.

Jumping up too quickly resulted in a righteous bang from up above to ring through the dragon's head with distinct crackling sounds. Quickly recoiling downwards to hold his head, he shook himself slightly whilst feeling pieces of plaster fall upon him. The ten foot-high ceiling of the building he resided in was clearly not made for dragons in excess of such restrictions, but it was evidently the best Grah could find. Several radial cracks within the ceiling gave notion that this was not a rare occurrence. Several horn marks even made a presence up above to show exemplary lack of skill in simply remembering to control his size. With the look the dragon gave with a sideways glance upwards, he made special note that any more stress may actually compromise the above floor's integrity.

Grah shook himself once again, ignoring the flurry of papers stirred upwards from the tip of his fluffy tail, and moved forward to examine the plant in the dining room corner; the house generally open and full of space. Beautiful blossoms upon it slowly unfurled to expose themselves as very lustrous pink Hibiscus petals. What was made more interesting to the dragon is how quickly it was doing such, for he was able to watch it in real time before his eyes. Not only that but he made notice of how the roots below crept across the floor in attempts to grab hold to any soil, as the stalks just up above thickened. In slow bursts every leaf upon the plant jiggled as they flattened and widened with the top of the blooming plant bending against the ceiling. Hibiscus never grow anywhere near this size. The testing had been a success.

There was no time to lose in the dragon's mind. Rushing through to the right wing of the building he'd squeeze through a hallway, which he so loathed. The breadth of his shoulders made it a tough endeavor each time without exerting too much force on the walls on either side of him, but favor was at least there in that it wasn't much of a distance to cover. A slight addition would nag at the back of his head along with the annoyance of cramming himself through the passageway. His body itched at random spots upon his body, and it was just not possible to attend to such a situation given his position. Normally it wouldn't be such an issue, but in this particular instance, it felt as if tiny needles were wiggling beneath his fur. A slight shiver ran down his spine at the remembrance to his dream earlier on.

At the end of the hall would be a doorway without a door. Any one person could tell how, with the locations of hinges being splintered, that the door was at a previous time simply ripped away in a previous accident. Shifting through that would seem like a miracle if any visitors were there to watch the spectacle, as Grah twisted down the much-too-thin wooden stairs. A great deal of use could be noted given from the staircase, as the centers of them appeared to warp downwards; a great deal of pressure from a dragon's mass in muscle not being accounted for when the stairs were being built.

It was but a short trek down the flight into a open space which mimicked the rectangular shape of the house. With concrete flooring and stone foundation made for a cool yet wet atmosphere, something that, for a furred creature, would feel spectacular in the midst of a heated summer. Simple bulbs hung from between the wood bridging in case light from windows placed in even areas would not be ample enough to illuminate the space. A hot water heater and furnace marked the end of the normalcy for the human constructed basement as desks were aligned in several areas with large glass vats or metal canisters taking up their surface area. Scrawled upon papers took up what little was left along with various pieces of plant life or mixtures. Mortars and pestles would be able to tip one off as this being almost a makeshift stage for an alchemist's lab from the middle ages brought to life in current times.

Any lack of room was lost as the dragon kept focus on. Idly itching at his chest and up along an arm he raced towards a particular table. Kneeling down, Grah would stretch his body and bend over the table to create ample room for him to maneuver whenever needed. He immediately reached for a an inkwell to dip his claw within in preparation to document as if breaking new grounds in supposed research whilst resting his toned chest against the table for added support. Any writing apparatus was made useless when the sizes wouldn't fit, and using a more outdated source for placing ones words on paper made the dragon feel rather proud in a strange way. When coupled with the skillful penmanship each stroke for every letter on the paper looked to be a work of art. Mostly however he seemed to be trying to bring together notes from a previous night while pulling out from a mess of glass vials a specific container. Placing the black-filled glass forward in front of him, he stared intently. Small silver flecks danced about in the translucent liquid with an almost hypnotizing swaying motion. There was something which bothered the dragon, however, and it wasn't with his observations. The itching which he had woken up with was becoming extremely incessant and too distracting for him to ignore.

While learning quite quickly that it was unsafe to forgo clothing within a place he temporarily called home, Grah learned mankind to be an invasive species to his privacy. Likely from intrigue at a dragon, but thankfully it wasn't too bad. What events had inspired though prompted him to wear loose coverings. It was something which wasn't quite up his alley, and would convince him to shed any outer layers whenever possible. Thinking it alright this time, in the basement he would do just that. No matter how well a dragon's claws are formed they can't quite get down into the sweet spot of an itch, and there was enough of that to a point to make him seem as if he were performing a tribal dance with his arms flailing to reach at new locations. Loosening the belt of the fluffy robe he garnished upon himself and flicking his arms back to allow it to fall upon the floor brought a breath of fresh air, despite how free it kept his movements. Finally pressing his claws to his body created a new disturbance, the likes of which took his eyes away from the desk and to look downwards.

Being unable to feel one's own silken fur, when having grown accustomed to such just by the act of living, was more than enough of a concern for Grah. Replacing the soft sensation with that of a smooth and almost wet texture wasn't quite what he was wishing to experience. Combining this with him looking at a black substance clinging to his body was enough to cause a great deal of surprise. The gray fur normally along his body was entirely coated in what felt to be a pure black latex. Raising an arm to gaze before shifting to the other, he was able to see how tight it was. His still waking brain slowly began to process the feeling of how every inch the latex covered was bound as close as possible to his body. In a way it felt as though it was a new layer of skin which had replaced the fur. Sources for the itching became quickly noticeable as he bent his head down just barely enough to stare at the top portion of his wide pectorals. Slowly yet surely he could see the black substance literally growing over him; oozing between the cleft of the two muscles and slowly engulfing them, soon threatening to raise up towards his neck.

No amount of time was wasted as Grah began to tug and try to tear at the fabric. His visage turned from curious and confused to outright worried. A shiver crawled down his spine once again at the resemblance the material gave to what he thought he felt from the dream before. The thought that perhaps it was not a dream after all traced across his mind, of which that brought an even greater level of panic to the situation. No amount of stress seemed able to pierce the latex, the realization of which made him realize that it clearly wasn't that at all, but something which only mimicked it to the touch. Pricking just beneath the collar of it that was stretching along the base of his neck not only failed to halt the advance, but instead the material attempted to grow over the claw itself. It was as though the latex was fusing with the body in a defense mechanism from being pried away. Through the feeling of dread for his well being, he thought back to the plant from earlier and how it connected to him waking from a dream. The roots had burst from the jar. Looking over to the vial which he concentrated upon before, Grah swiped it from the table. With one hand he'd swipe the vial off the table, and using the same appendage, tore away the cork stopper with a claw piercing into it. Downing the potion in an instant, without regards that it was an untested object, he waited and watched.

Nothing appeared to happen with Grah's body from the instant of drinking the surprisingly thick broth he dumped into his mouth. There was a sharp tinge of alcohol mixed with what tasted like tar, and even worse was a powerful bitter jolt that brushed against his taste buds several times after taking the potion. It was something which the dragon had yet to master; incorporating a pleasurable drinking experience was something beyond his amateur capabilities. He was able to feel the liquid of his making ooze down his esophagus in a manner similar to melted cheese. Only swallowing wouldn't speed up the process. In a way it felt similar to the substance crawling up his body and down the extremities on the outside. A passing warmth was all that he could feel of the liquid once it passed a point where the body simply stopped feeling for the physical attributes. There appeared a direct correlation to the inching latex and how far the potion dripped into his body, for once he felt the warmth within his gut, the black textures on the outside of his body ceased to move. It halted none too soon either. Stopping right at the base of his neck, Grah was barely able to remain in full control to where his head could point. His wrists and ankles felt as if they were in the process of becoming fully bound, and his tail nearly lay limp with how the latex pinched the base of his tail. A sigh of relief was given.

Warmth slowly began to flow throughout the rest of Grah's body during the time of his solace, yet his mind was torn between two extremes. There was a boiling rage coming forth from beneath his fur, as if his new suit was agitating more than just his muscled form. At the same time there was the relaxation of the potion trying to tear him back to reality, extracting his normally cool demeanor to just take a step back and assess the situation currently at hand. He felt the need to just burst forth from his body and escape his confusing mind. Shifting his body quickly around, his tail knocking over several of his past and future experiments, he wished only to find once again the comfort gained when the latex had just stopped growing. Pushing himself back to lean against a wall, he heard a massive crash of wood and metal supports splintering and come crashing down to the hard floor. His head etched against the rocky base of the building behind that, to which he looked down and around. It dawned upon him in a sudden realization. The substance growing over him hadn't stopped at all, but in fact, he was growing and it was just keeping up.

If the dragon hadn't realized the growth was taking place before, he certainly would moments later as his feet pushed forth against the opposite end of the basement. Wooden tables cracked as the furry undersides forced the flat surfaces against the wall. Curling his back downwards to try, Grah began to think back to his decision. He wasn't normally one to take such brazen moves without at least thinking of the consequences, so why had he done so then? Taking a potion of growth where humans resided, and at least not doing so outside first? Trying to squeeze his legs closer to his head, sitting in a fetal position for the purpose of conserving as much space as possible, the anger from before surfaced once again. It was their fault, from before. Being captured and experimented upon. He knew it was just a dream, yet a constant thought in his mind wouldn't leave him alone. Maybe it truly wasn't a dream considering all which was taking place. His heavily muscled back took the blunt of breaking through the wood just below the first floor while electrical wires hissed and crackled from functioning yet snapping at inopportune times.

Running out of space despite breaking through to the base floor of the house just caused a greater level of annoyance. It was as if the dragon's mind were losing itself to some ulterior motive, and made no logical sense. It was his own fault that he was breaking his temporary residence, yet there was something convincing him otherwise. His feet once again pressed against the walls from before, but this time, the blueish-gray material was completely obscured by the brighter gray of his fur. Unable to resist pressing forth, the plaster used to hold the stone foundation together began to crack at even the slightest of twitches from a toe. There was a feeling of thrill to know that one's actions could influence what would otherwise be considered a hardy substance. Powerful surges of energy shot up through the dragon's body as it vibrated and grew in a settling rhythm. Sitting upright allowed his upper back and head to break through the second story of the house, wrecking the attic, and compromising the structural integrity of the house. His tail unfurled like a whip as it not only burst through the backside of the building, but as well invaded the yard and home from behind; the massive length scraping away the siding and roofs of other buildings along the entire residential block. The heels of the dragon's feet cut into the concrete as if it were melted butter thanks to the strength now being provided as the legs stretched forward. Parked cars were pushed aside as a deep rumbling heralded the two feet which dug up from beneath the ground in a slight incline. Those living across the street would find an unbelievable sight as the furred underside of a dragon's foot came crashing against the face of their home. In an instance the eastern dragon burst free from the house which he now thought of as an unnecessary prison comparable to the glass tube he was stuck within some time ago, debris raining in a wide radius.

Still, an flow of anger coursed through Grah's veins. The latex suit was still donned upon his body and continued the pace of growth along with him. Imprisonment within the house was broken, of that there was clear evidence, but the mind focused on the thought of capture due to the black fabric covering most of his form. Squirming in place before hunching down, there was an agitating squeal raging in the ears. Gritting his teeth and hunching over once again, he felt as though there was a punishment being inflicted upon him for trying to escape. All of the rage was not even directed at mankind. They were simply going to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Glowing blue lines emblazoned themselves across the black suit in a seemingly random pattern, when in truth the dark lights were highlighting the nervous system; any individual could, on the surface, where nerves trailed inside of the giant's body. It was in itself a spectacular sight for a growing number of bewildered bystanders to envision. One could watch as the lights streamed along arms thicker than their houses and legs able to rival the size of the largest warships. Creases between each muscle were made exaggerated from the unrelenting grip the latex, which helped those around to realize that, if on an equal scale, the dragon's bulk would put to shame even the greatest of Olympic weight lifters. Even grander would be that, despite the dragon being in such a position, the genitals made themselves more than present. Enormous orbs could be seen resting against the ground with a bright shine due to the sun glaring across the smooth black surface of latex. Between the legs, and obscuring the otherwise perfectly formed abdominal muscles, would be a slowly growing shaft trying to grind its way up and fight for room beneath the latex form. Latex in this area would be a much darker black than in other locations, giving it a wet appearance. Down beneath the paper-thin layer of material, Grah knew the reasoning behind this if he were to actually pay attention to it. Pre-seed leaked at a phenomenal rate from the still-growing member, dispersed evenly and forced to trickle along the gigantic flesh hidden beneath. In a way it was entrancing to watch as millions of streaming blue lights shone in beautiful patterns as the suit aided in showing off the girth and sensitivity of the meat hidden beneath.

Grah emitted a low growl from between his parted teeth. Characteristic whiskers of an eastern dragon fluttered in the wind around him, as his voice permeated what was otherwise a dead silence of awe and confusion from the humans around him. The eastern dragon could feel a heat welling from within his gut. Several moments passed as the temperature of the air itself felt as though it raised to sweltering temperatures to the dragon, despite it in truth remaining entirely the same. Slowly he could feel it focusing against his body, boiling forth from his belly and raising to the roots of his fur. There was the feeling that a ball of fire would erupt at any moment, as seconds felt like minutes. Every muscle in his body yearned for freedom of repression while his body stayed clenched. His eyes widened as his head jolted forward in a sudden roar, the decibels shattering glass and setting loose car alarms in the vicinity; those people having gathered being deafened momentarily in a quick jolt of pain. All of the lights across the dragon's body lowered their intensity before raising again, pulsing, finding the beat of his heart and sticking to it. Grah slowly started shivering as his lips furled upward and movement returned to his body. Each pulse of those lights came with it the heat released from the potion, and that in turn allowed the feeling of his body bulging as if in tandem with one another. The growth had begun again, and this time, it appeared enhanced.

Slapping his hand down, the dragon suddenly moved to raise himself upon his two feet. Smacking against the street let loose a series of crackling noises to rip through the air. Along with it tears in the concrete of the road would ripple outwards followed by the flow of crimson red liquid; five or so humans who had gathered to the right of the dragon finding themselves a swift death. Others were unlucky enough to be positioned between the fingers, as the immense impact either severed those caught in limbo underneath and towards freedom, or the shaking of the ground and rubble sent forth forced others down into the mess of their crushed fellows. Gentle squirms felt between the fingers caused Grah to clench them together while bending his wrist forward; the knuckles dragging down and being used as a point to raise himself. An outline of his body appeared across the rural suburban landscape as he obscured the light of the sun for those who were in direct alignment. Standing at what one could estimate to be at least sixty or so feet, in comparison to houses still erect nearby, it could be seen that every few seconds would allow him to raise just a few more inches.

A surprising lack of chaos ensued from the dragon raising forward. Humans scurried in every which direction, but they seemed clueless as where to go. There were no directions or preparations for such a catastrophe, and even then, they were notorious for refusing to take precautionary actions. Again the dragon felt a bout of increased anger. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, the calming action failed to prove any worth towards calming himself. The increased wind from the extra height gave the gigantic dragon a majestic and noble appearance, despite the strangely sexual sight he gave; wind flowing through the mane and twisting the whiskers almost magically. Lifting a foot upwards just to simply scratch along the other ankle where the latex suit continued to try and grow around, he gazed downwards with a tilted head at what seemed to be aimless ants. Vehicles tried to race beyond fellow humans as the near-rural neighborhood went to flee towards the nearby city. Taking a step forward, as if testing their reactions, Grah casually pressed his paw within the ground. Following with it would be cries of surprise and anguish combined with cracking cement and metal, yet none truly stopped to help each other.

A rush of warmth flowed along the furred underside of the foot as Grah focused in on the sensations below. It was akin to a soft breeze of refreshment through his easily agitated mind, yet his normally beautifully colored eyes took on a more glossed look. It was almost certain that a portion of his mind was temporarily locked away, and being forced to move against willing cognition. Taking another step forward with his right foot he would give closer inspection to his sense of touch. While not aiming for any one place in particular, his gait was taking along the flow of traffic for both those running and those fortuitous enough to drive. Only a couple people had been kicked over from the blunt of the dragon's claws of the foot, while others were battered debris carried along the underside. Those who had fallen in the path soon became nothing more than a splotch upon the ground, and one which gave the dragon a soft smirk. The ball of the foot pressed down with expressive care to take in the sensations. Grah was able to first realize how the blood of the body poured forth at this moment. An impact of this scale was great enough that the skin seemed to act as though it were a bursting tomato skin; the outer shell of a human rupturing violently. Organs likely squeezing together as the very faint feeling vibration from bones cracking into innumerable pieces, before simply crushing down into a pulp with the rest of the form.

Having not forgotten those which he held within the right hand, the dragon squeezed his fingers tight together as his walking took him closer to the city, as fidgeting was felt. Oozing red liquid filtered between the palm to trickle down on the Earth below, at which point Grah would stop and shake his head. Putting his head down into the left palm of his hand, he almost seemed to be contemplating his actions. The dragon was not a violent creature by nature, and he knew that about himself. A shred of his conscious mind fought back against what ever was spiriting away his rational mind. Looking down he could visibly watch as his muscles bulged outwards to the point that he needed to stretch his neck to see past the pronounced pectorals of his chest. Low hums of power were evident when combined with the soft glow of blue light that the black suit gave off. Again a wave of screeching jostled his auditory senses to the extreme, which refused to cease whilst fighting against it. This time was stronger than the last, as it felt as though his eardrums had popped. Tossing back the muddled mess of bodies into the air from his hand, he pressed forward with indignation renewed.

Normal perspective should allow one to see that the buildings of the city would become larger as one drew ever closer. Grah on the contrary could watch with a primal satisfaction that, as he slowly walked closer, they would instead indeed be shrinking in size. Little as it may be, every heartbeat continued to add what could be as insignificant as a couple centimeters to his body size, but this added exponentially. From six stories the dragon would had grown to around fifteen within the span of several minutes The end of his long tail would, to those around it, never seem to move despite the body of the dragon traveling forward. That in itself was testament that the growth was near out of control, for the massive appendage nearly outgrew its own supposed movement. Before long the massive bushy end of it came crashing down to the neighborhood which the eastern dragon had peacefully slept within nary an hour earlier to obscure it completely from the map. With the giant slowly changing angles to walk in a circular pattern around the upcoming city, the tail being dragged and swept along the landscape as if to hide its trail and evidence. Plumes of dust and smoke arose as the landscape shifted in the blink of an eye; hundreds of homes being toppled with forces exceeding the most devastating of hurricanes. Each life taken, and each square foot of land being reconstructed, only seemed to fuel the growth and give a faintly brighter glow to the pulsing of blue light.

Grah thought back to those humans who were trying to escape prior to his current position, and to the layout of the city and surrounding infrastructure. As though working as a mental shove, the lines upon the suit quickly pulsed with a radiant light. None would escape the glory that would be his grand entrance. Situated on the side of a coast, the large city proclaimed independence from its own country of origin as being self sustainable. Even if it would had been a perfect place, there was no port and thus no boats for escape. Areas of land designated as residential plots spread in small segments like veins in the landscape, as they collected to form one major inlet of the city. On the other side would be the major highway connecting to the rest of civilization, hundreds of miles away from any other significantly large populations. Being on equal size to what would seemingly be a fair twenty stories, the dragon utilized his feet more for taking away useable lands for escape rather than focusing on relieving his own anger. Each fall of the feet would be enough to send a mini and localized earthquake in a radius around it to tear apart raised highways. What wouldn't be left to twist and turn from the massive disturbances to the ground was forcibly ripped a strew due to the blunt force of the feet as blunt impacts. Beyond that, with a quick twirl of his body, the tail itself followed up with a quick sweep to send chunks of earth through the air. Similar to a tornado, the land would remain flattened and left in disarray. There was no longer any escape for the masses, and the dragon both smiled and frowned at the realization; happy, angry, and discontent with his own actions and those the humans would soon make.

Instead it seemed the humans were making nary a fuss about the imminent threat of loss for their lives. With a direct comparison soon approaching, Grah was able to witness as he was not quite the tallest object upon the horizon at this time. Bounty that the governance brought to the city was made testament from the towering skyscrapers nearer to the heart of his destination. Looking down and along the buildings it looked as though the humans inside the city were mostly oblivious, attracted to the tedium of their daily routines, rather than the quakes and catastrophes which the dragon wrought upon the surrounding landscape. It however became increasingly difficult for even these people to ignore the dragon's presence when it bore down upon them right from the windows of their offices.

A gentle landing of the giant's foot upon buildings leading into the city marked the beginning of what would be a quickly raising level of alarm. Grah valued his time as precious, and the roiling emotions itching beneath his fur made it all the more pressing that he relieve such. Long strides combined with his wide shoulders shattered on impact the sides of structures tall enough to stand up to his bulk, while those underfoot seemed to explode from the rush of air pressure above and within their confines. His pace quickened once he made the connection that trying to worm between buildings was not too dissimilar to that of trying to squeeze through the tight hallway of the ruined home. Every slight touch to his body caused a grinding sensation to rush through his veins; one which irritated his mind all the more. The metal of the buildings around dug into the seemingly impervious latex suit with offerings to cut through, but to no avail. Glass flecked against his body as shining sparkles in the air as it reflected light in every direction. Humans forced from their previously safe locations in the high rise structures that lost grasp from hanging to their crumbling buildings were instead made to fall and roll along the smooth surface of the latex-clad dragon.

Certain bliss could be had from the flailing bodies pelting against his body every so often, yet it teased and taunted him at the same time, for he wouldn't be able to even feel such if not for being trapped inside the latex suit. A vast majority of humans would simply bounce off the body of the dragon with less force than that of gnats bumping against one's face, but there were a select few humans which somehow managed to etch their way between the creases of muscle upon the dragon's arms. Every breath that the dragon took jostled his body in the most minute of ways, and still this was enough to sense the little lumps slowly being crushed from mountains of muscle surrounding them. His arms almost reflexively curled to flex themselves in order to gain extra feeling, but such a sudden and harsh movement would be equivalent to that of being caught underfoot of the dragon. The draconic body could be seen to the rest of the city as vibrating ever so slightly with every footstep he made, as though it would be a warning that a new equation was soon to fit in the destructive formula of the dragon.

Upwards growth appeared to peak for the eastern dragon as the size comparison between the larger buildings and him would remain constant. His head was seen reaching upwards to thirty stories tall, as evacuating humans from structures of that size would scurry away from windows as the dragon's horns came perilously close to stabbing range. Overall growth, however, showed signs as being far from over. Stretching his left leg far to away from the body, it stomped down with forces great enough to cleave and fissure the ground beneath the concrete jungle. The right foot would follow the same motions. At this point a single paw was enough to splatter the lives of hundreds beneath the impact points. Grah was soon being brought down to his knees as they would shiver in place, either of them at the same time swelling with growth. Distinct stretching of latex fabric rang through the air as every couple of seconds the already muscular body became that or herculean might. Each time the blue lights flashed with the expanding bulk in perfect timing. It was as if someone was toying with his own body. Falling downwards the dragon's movement was slowed and exaggerated both from his massive size and simply trying to resist. There was a growing shred of active consciousness returning. His elbows lacerated the ground beneath their impact points to firmly root him to the ground whilst hands slapped down across several city blocks that instant. It was as if gravity was finally catching up to him, forcing him to the ground, but very much against his will. Something about it felt defeating, as though the suit was finally tapping into his very nervous system. While the muscles on his body began expanding outwards to phenomenal degrees; inexorable bursts of growth were enough to subject enough stress to nearby buildings to push them back or outright crush them beneath. His gigantic chest soon reaching to the ground below, keeping down those humans who were unable to escape. It was then he realized it wasn't so much the nervous system acting up, but the vast amount of muscle causing immobility. Anger seething through his mouth in hot gusts of steam, Grah began to squirm and pound a fist against the ground. Each time creating a larger crater, and each time sending his anger further down the spiral.

Certain barriers had finally been breached within the dragon's body. Those who might notice it from particular angles could see that, beneath the base of Grah's arms, a collection of lights spread themselves in an complex web. Loud cracks echoed throughout the settling yet dusty air, for the lapse in overall destruction allowed some of the air to clear. All could see, from miles around where sparse skyscrapers might bar the view, a mountain of a dragon gritting his teeth and growling whilst staring down at the ground in front of him. Strands of drool oozed from his partially opened mouth as his breathing intensified to the levels indicative of an oncoming tornado. Grunting of bliss accompanied sickening cracks that wracked through the still and otherwise silent air that not so long ago was filled with screams of terror. The dragon began to grow once again, but this time, in a much more different fashion.

Small lumps from where the focused lights beneath the arms began to bulge outwards in an otherworldly pace; the latex suit spreading out in equal rates. Bubbling outwards would be what looked to be a similarly sized girth to the arm above it, as it became evident what was actually taking place. A new set of arms was speedily exposing themselves through a low rumble. Muscle could actually be heard growing along the stretching extremities as they reached a length equal to that of the original arms. Glowing lights indicating the position of the nervous system along the quickly growing arm revealed itself to be a much more brilliant white as opposed to the blue elsewhere on the suit. Shining at a constant rate, in comparison to the blue pulses elsewhere upon the body, the light would shift and strike at different angles for others to watch as the arms rounded themselves into form. Low grumbles coming from the arms indicated the packing of several megatons of muscle fixating themselves upon the bone, while sinew and tendons were placed in line.

Massive waves of hot air radiated from the dragon's body as what was likely the work of the potion from before, being utilized by the advanced mechanisms unknown to the dragon, conjoined their powers to perform such an outlandish act. Rushing blood sounded itself to those nearby as the body would soon grow to fully accept the new appendages, either of them just as powerfully built as the originals. Muscles which were at rest being as thick as the dragon's body itself being moving to press itself against the ground in a similar position as to the originals bestowed upon humanity the feeling of a nightmarish dream. For the first time ever since discovering the suit, the material would finally tear and rip apart in a fashion that made it seem more as though it were melting. The dragon's fingers, and eventually hands, were made present to the open air and revealed themselves to be entirely identical to the originals.

A breath of fresh air could be felt rushing along the entirety of the dragon's body, as though the hold had been weakened. Panting heavily, the dragon moved his new arms with what he recognized to be his own conscious movements. For the first time he could feel tiny pricks of blunt pressure pushing simultaneously across his body in specific patters, very much similar to what the humans did in what he thought was a dream. There was a distinct lack of control in his original arms, but the new pair he could finally force full movement from. It was surreal even for Grah, for the vast amount of muscle heard creaking beneath his fur made believable that it truly was possible for one to become too large to move. The new pair of arms had become a signification of new freedom. However the dragon's mind was split in more ways than just worrying about conscious movement.

While the growth of the arms being the forefront of attention, along with the possibility of freedom, those directly beneath the dragon's body would find themselves in a much different predicament. To Grah all of the sensations were a jumbled mess inside his mind, as the brain reconstituted itself to handle the extra processing required for sensing the firing synapses of the newly formed arms. Down below, however, it could not be ignored the raging erection, which through his rage he had neglected, much to his current dismay. He could feel, with every heartbeat, hundreds of gallons of his blood rushing through the thickening meat as it grew upwards along his abdominals as the arms grew outwards.

So great was the girth that for the first time, in conjunction with the stretching for the arms, groaned squeaks ringed throughout the air like a chorus of joy to the giant. The latex was finally reaching its maximum capacity. Even if Grah could move his new arms at this point, he didn't dare dream to do so. Louder and more frequent the stretching became as his sensitive flesh made itself slowly more present to the rest of humanity down below. For the first time the color of it would be made vaguely visible; virulent purple hues reflected with a glisten through the translucent section of latex. Grunting with heavy puffs of air, the dragon could be seen focusing his entire concentration. A great well of warmth once again expanded, perhaps for the last time, as the herculean dragon's body lit up with a blue glow due to the suit.

A great cacophony of events took place in the blink of an eye, as a domino effect of falling buildings took place; the sudden burst outwards of raw strength enough to send any structures equal in size to be sheared clear from their breaking point to crash spectacularly across the lesser buildings. Massive growls of shifting flesh stirred with the rubbery snaps of critical sections in the latex suit. Flecks of the latex scattered about like confetti to the ground as fur upon the arms made itself readily visible. To the open air above the innumerable ravines and canyons shown upon the flexing back his mane could finally flow in the wind with its thick fur. Each leg, being large enough to likely support the weight of the world itself, flexed forth with such amazing strength that there would have been a light vibration transferring into the ground.

Finally the shaft itself would break free after all this time. Despite it only having to move a few feet to do so, the noise it made when it flung downwards and against the ground was an excessive boom. The humans below to watch the spectacle wouldn't even have had the time to take in such a monstrous display, as they would have been pulverized so thoroughly that their insignificant collection of mass would fuse with the cock itself. Massive quakes were set asunder from the action of it breaking free and striking the ground, creating a crater in its shape for future generations to find for themselves; combining with it the gigantic testicles of the beast being forced back and downwards, they forming twin wells which bore well into the ground. With it being no longer held back, one was able to witness as the girth of the shaft was that of the body's thickness of which it was attached to. In terms of length the blunted glans of the member was able to excel beyond that of Grah's head; able to feel the bulk of the flesh trying to nestle itself between his own pectorals in an attempt to stretch for space between him and the earth. A sling of pre-seed would be sent across the partially ruined landscape in front of the body as though marking the rest of the city for the beginning of the end, whilst the escaped pre which had remained locked in the suit flowed forth like an oozing wave to ensnare what few humans remained alive in the dragon's vicinity.

All which was left of the latex suit upon the dragon's body would be in very key locations. Still, after all this time, Grah could look or feel as portions of his fur were obscured by the black latex along his upper arms; a slight binding and annoyance at best. So too would the legs feel such a minor hindrance. Along his upper chest it formed itself as an upside-down shape similar to the letter u; the latex suit tried to stretch from and behind to create what looked to be a failed shirt. Simply too little of the substance was left to even etch itself down more than a quarter ways of the jostling pectorals. In essence the dragon would be left with the suit trying to give one final laugh. He looked to be dressed and ready for a sexual party based solely around latex bindings as his muscled form was further exaggerated by the tighter-than-life hold it held with its last amount of strength.

Twisting himself back, every movement which Grah exerted created a deafening cracking of concrete and metal in conjunction with the low rumble that his muscularity created from the most simple of movements. Sitting plainly on his rump with his back straight up, the last bit of suit that clung to his body could now be seen for miles around. Along the center of the shaft would be a tightly bound wrap of latex, almost similar to a chastity device. Veins bulged along the member with such intensity that they seemed almost to give the illusion of enlarging it all the more. The dragon's frustration soon emerged once more, as somehow through the fading energies of the suit, it remained well and strong along the midsection of the shaft. Constant series of massaging squeezes were emitted along with the pulsing of light. Anywhere else the suit still remained upon the body would not exhibit such a behavior, but here of all places as Grah would think, it had to be there.

Whipping his upper hands downwards, the fingers scraped into the ground as though searching for something to grab. Anything would have been useful as the fingers scoured the ruined grounds around him, and anything which was able to give any inkling of movement would be ensnared by the giant's hands. Each hand searched for several victims, grasping any vehicle caught in the paths. His lower arms at the same time would bend just enough to interlock with the upper's muscles; sections between deltoids, triceps, and forearms all clashed and brushed against each other in ways that should otherwise hinder movements against the arms. Very similar to the supposed dream from the night prior, as Grah attempted to cusp fingers around the lower sections of his shaft, the hand itself was simply too small to even curl a single claw along the circumference. Pure heft and weight of so much flesh was required to be controlled by the lower arm strength. The dragon used this, in conjunction with bending his head and back, to stuff the tip of the glans within his mouth.

There seemed barely a thought process given for any of the actions taken place beyond this point. One could watch as veins strained upon his upper body, for the sheer size of the trapezius near the neck made it near impossible to maneuver the once long neck of the eastern dragon. Cowering in fear, the last remaining humans could make comparisons between the cock head and the actual head of the dragon. There was no competition in terms of such, for Grah's mouth could barely even lip along the broad and blunted urethral entrance which created a messy scene both for him and the area surrounding. Pre-seed flowed through in a heavy river, as any twitched movements would send strands of it sailing into the air like damaging carpet bombings to what ever was in the path.

With the enormous tail, seemingly sporting toned muscle cleavage of its own, Grah whipped it with absurd speed to wrap around any leftover buildings tall enough to stand in opposition to the dragon. Clenching them together into a tight wad, with particles flying in every which direction along with sparse people failing to make an escape, he brought them to his front. Rolling his legs inwards, the calves and vastus medialus muscles in the calves flexed in such a way as to keep the crumbling structures from faltering too much along. Pure mass and weight, along with resilience, pushed the testicles of the dragon in wayward directions with heavy sloshing, which echoed across the landscape. The body ensuring that enough room would be met for them for the utmost of comfort.

As though all portions of a broken lock were set in place, the furred beast moved his entire body simultaneously to stimulate himself beyond a peak. His upper hands were finally brought forth and grasped just beneath the long head of the shaft, pinching with enough pressure to create wrinkles upon the flesh. Crushing all those who had been scooped up, the hands rubbed up and down, smearing the remains of those in combination with the other particles and objects brought forth. Just the correct amount of the impromptu lubricant, the liquids of those bodies, mixed with the screeching of crushed metal to allow the hands full movement in a guise for a lack of friction. The lower hands squeezed and twisted along the base of the fleshy pillar. Fingers squeezed and swirled along the wrinkles created around the indents made to give a much deeper level of a massage. Tips of the fingers pushed with force in against the bulging vascularity as thumbs kneaded in against the bloated urethra. Holding for just too long would cause it to puff out from the pre-seed being plugged accordingly.

Opposing sensations of the contents for the upper hands was made between the otherwise clean fur of the lower to bring out a higher level of satisfaction and unpredictability for something, even if it was all of his own fruition. With impressive dexterity, given how utterly colossal the dragon's body was, the legs bent at the kneecap with the legs themselves turning to face outwards. Rocking back to make up for the shifting bulk, the feet were no where near in range of the shaft and the buildings now conspicuously balancing atop the rolling surface of the testicles. This did, however, allow the muscle to flex out in ways unimaginable for a normal species, and in conjunction with wiggling toes and grinding feet, the buildings were forced back and into the shaft; the tail of the dragon ensuring that there was enough pressure and bending the feet back all the more to ensure that he would be able to feel the crushing of metal and concrete against the soles of his feet. Fingers from the bottom pair of hands joined in the work, lifting to clamp down against any debris which came too close to be used as a massaging apparatus. Thrusting upwards with the force of his hips alone, the dragon became lost in a world that he would sooner assume to be heaven itself.

What would be hours of rolling upon the ruins, flattening the land and those leftover, would have felt like mere minutes in Grah's mind. The body was lost to the different type of frustration; sexual bliss and the seeming inability to relieve oneself of such tension had caused him to use any and all types of apparatus and positions with his gigantic form. Slow thrusts along the front of of the shaft against literal couple remaining superstructures, slowly chafing them away, in hopes to increase the bliss to levels beyond which was needed for orgasm. Rutting across the ground and into the bowels of the city, tearing away hundreds of tons of metal and subterranean infrastructure just for the simple need of enjoyment. Lakes of pre-seed formed in the depressions made from his body, filling in cracks made in the earth, as he even attempted to hug his gigantic flesh into his form in hopes that the musculature would be enough. With all resources spent, all the human life evidently vanquished as red smears or indiscernible smudges upon his body and the concrete below, the intricate lighting upon the latex covering the midsection of the shaft slowly dimmed. Changing from a soft blue to a white-ish hue similar to what appeared upon the newly formed arms hours before, representative of beacons for freedom, made itself present.

All of the squirming from sexual bliss had taken him to the water's edge, of where the lower section of giant's legs had come to rest. A swell of water whirled along the rest of the shoreline from every slight movement, but the true test against sea and ground was made present once the dragon slammed his back upon the ground as if against his will; reflexive instinct, for once, taking precedence instead of some latex construct. Grah could hear, just faintly, the sound of rushing liquid followed by his body vibrating. Smashing his feet down once more transitioned into a transference of energy. What would look like a gentle rolling of waves would at one point become a apocalyptic tsunami for shorelines miles away. Grah's upper arms quickly clenched against the ground, tearing through the earth in order to simply grasp upon something, while the lower arms attempted to wrap and coddle the throbbing hot flesh resting atop his body.

In not a moment after one final squeeze, monumental volumes of seed rushed forth in a furious explosion from the head of the shaft. The shaft was positioned perfectly atop the gigantic pectorals of the dragon; the glans of the member angled in what was nearly a thirty degree angle from impossibly huge muscles. Spraying forth in a radius from the tip ensured that every square inch of the city immediately around the dragon would be covered in a thick layer of the heated liquid. As though it were a beacon, the white froth obscured the landscape in what would sooner be recognized as a tidal wave. The seed itself, stirred and heated for so long within the confines of the dragon's body, tore through metal and earth to smooth and round out any jagged obstacles. Cowering lives, those which had been spared purely by luck, found their forms washed away only to soon dissipate into obscurity within the melting properties of high heat and intensely thick consistency.

Grah, the eastern dragon which purely wished to remain peaceful with humanity, would soon find the ability to do so once again with a restored mind. At least once he regained consciousness. Before feeling the contents of his orgasm relinquish itself fully, he lost all energy to remake awake; knocking himself into a state so deep in bliss that his body could no longer withstand it along with the exhaustion of the day. Remembering the orgasm having taken place some time in early evening, he recalled the moon raising into the sky as his eyes closed into slumber. The body remained in nearly the same position as when the climax had been reached, and it sooner looked as if the dragon was holding his own member atop his body like some sort of quilt. It had softened considerably, as would noted with how it would bend ever so slightly over the side of his body once he would awaken. There was a hidden power left in the latex which had never been shaken from the shaft. It remained nearly the same size as when it had been at peak arousal. He had an immense amount of hands-on experiences to document and study, for if nothing else he could recognize progress with his research.