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Bringing Home the Beta

By Danath

Characters © Askir

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“Be careful? Yeah, right! Who needs to be careful? I'm gonna get everything I want!"

-- Anonymous

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Askir grinned as he held the SynTech-branded cardboard box in his arms with care while waiting for the elevator. He just accepted and signed for the package from the SynTaur deliveryperson outside the apartment building and was eager to get his paws on the device. The beta test was conducted as a blind lottery, so Askir felt extra lucky as he boarded the elevator to go back to his upper-story apartment. His green digitrade toes wiggled with anticipation as he bounded down the hallway and into the two-bedroom unit he shared with his roommate. Desiring ultra new and rare tech came naturally to a kobold like himself, and his heart raced as he clutched the box - still warm from the SynTaur's delivery bag - against his belly.

Once in his own bedroom, Askir's grin spread even wider. The green-skinned kobold liked nice, new shiny stuff, and this looked particularly good as he pulled away the packing tape and shipping materials to reveal the large, boxy control unit inside. It was about the size of a microwave with square corners and a smooth matte black finish. There was a power cable included, but it also featured ambient solar recharging and a long-life battery. There were no external controls or antennas.

The kobold - full name Askir Arloog - licked his lips as he turned the pages in the user manual to get to the languages he could read. There weren't many instructions: plug in or charge the machine in the sun, then press the power button. It automatically connected to the SynTech wireless signal, which registered the user and sent a message to the phone (which he gave to SynTech when he signed up for the program) with a way to download the control application. For a beta, the product was surprisingly easy to use, Askir thought.

Though he was six and a half feet tall and a trim 185 pounds, that didn't mean Askir didn't want to go for some self-improvement. The SynTech Alternate Reality Modulator could do all sorts of interesting things according to the settings available in the application, but one stood out, and he tapped it while wiggling his tapered tail quickly across the bed covers behind him. The little red horns at the tip of the tail - a trio of backwards-facing spikes - were like a blur as he grew even more excited at the labels on the various sliders and checkboxes.

Whatever he set up here would be his reality. The technology was game-changing, obviously, and possible through SynTech's latest R&D efforts. How did it work? Who cared! Askir had far more important questions, like “NOW NOW DO IT NOW SHINY SHINY."

Askir changed just a single setting by a small amount, but his finger still hesitated above the apply button. This was pretty new tech… could he trust it? Still… it was new… and shiny… and expensive… people were willing to pay thousands to get into the beta. Askir himself applied for dozens, maybe over a hundred, of SynTech's various beta programs and volunteer testing arrangements and all sorts and this was the first time he got in. His wide golden eyes peered at the words in the app on screen, making sure he was setting it just right, and then he tapped the big green circle. A big, greedy smile spread across his face.

The ARM unit in the corner of the room glowed around the edges in a faint blue color. The range was supposed to be pretty good because it relied on SynTech's wireless signal, so any changes made would be applied no matter where he was in the world once enough of the systems were online. For now, though, it was limited to the interior of the apartment, though that could change anytime according to the emails he was sent by the beta testing representative - they were upgrading and expanding the service range all the time.

There was no need to worry about the speed or effectiveness, though. Askir's hands clamped across his muzzle to stifle a moan as he felt his body grow and change. Between his thighs, the fit kobold saw the fabric of his khaki shorts bulge outwards, contouring and growing to change with the enlarged twin shafts inside. He'd only added a couple of inches - the sliders in the app could be toggled from percentages to other ways of measuring changes - but it was remarkable to see the way his clothes retroactively accommodated him as well. It truly did change reality - the kobold's eyes widened as he realized he could remember ordering this specific pair with the oversized crotch.

And he could remember changing the settings, of course, but for all practical purposes both mental and physical, he always had a pair of thick foot-long cocks down there, not a pair of average-sized sixers. Even a memory of a dumb drunken dick-measuring competition at college flashed through his head, only this time, he won instead of losing to the 11-inch stallion. He could still remember the burn of the shot the horse bought him as the terms of the bet - and the taste of the horse's cock later that night.

The ARM was truly magical.

There was other stuff to play with. There were dozens of pre-set user profiles that appeared tempting. The kobold could enlarge his body and grow himself until he was huge and towering. He could add muscles to his body until his green hide stretched and bulged. He could even add breasts from small apples to sloshing watermelons - or larger. Not that he was interested in tits, but… it couldn't hurt to experiment, right? The app wasn't all-powerful. The ARM wasn't able to change someone's species or grant infinite wealth or anything, but as far as physical changes went, it was surprisingly robust. Perhaps, as it was just a beta test, they were including options that wouldn't be available in the final version?

Well, it was a test, after all. Askir decided - as each thick cock stretched down either leg of his shorts - to try adding even more size.

Ten percent: apply. Moan. Shudder. Repeat.

This went on for some time. The kobold's eyes lidded halfway shut as his muzzle dropped open, showing his bright pink tongue and sharp white teeth. The red-tipped black horns - six over the top of his head and a pair on the bridge of his muzzle - matched the ones on his tail, and all six had somewhat grown, as had his entire body. In order to accommodate the size of the huge package jutting from the kobold's hips, the dick life support system - in other words, Askir - needed more upgrades as well. The growing kobold groaned and shuddered as he felt the clothes stretching around his body, going from large to somewhere in the triple XXL as his chest and belly grew proportionally huger. He looked physically the same, but just taller and wider, like someone held the Shift key down while resizing him in a drawing program.

Except for a few big differences, two of which now stuck completely through the legs of his shorts and throbbed away past his knobby, scaled knees. The kobold held the smartphone in trembling fingers, still trying to apply another ten percent without making too much noise. The weight and heat of such a huge pair of massive cocks made Askir's belly churn and his heart rate spike. He was almost to seventy percent on the app, but it didn't seem to mind if he turned it up even higher.

As his finger slid over to 110 percent, Askir wondered whether allowing him to go over the 100 percent mark was a bug. His finger kept sliding. His eyes widened. Curiosity and lust in equal measure fought for room in the comments section of his head. First, how high can it go? Is it really bugged? Second, how big can I go? Push the button push the button push the button…

Askir did finally push the button after the slider stopped moving. He looked away without seeing the percentage. He was almost scared. As he felt the familiar swelling, though, he cracked open his eyes. He first stared in astonishment at the very clear “300%" at the end of the slider bar, and then at the enormous twin bulges in his shorts as well as the rapidly swelling balls below. He was far, far bigger than merely three times his previous size, though, so the “300%" must be referring to some other metric. But what?

It didn't really matter now. Askir's eyes were wide and his paws groped across his bulge and down the exposed length jutting past his knee. They only made clothes so big. The reality alteration couldn't do much about that - there were no supply chains to accommodate someone with his girth - and twice of it, at that. The size of his shorts apparently maxed out well before his arousals did. The shafts continued to fatten, but reared back so that they were both curled over, forcing the tip down against his balls. Each was much bigger than his head. The veiny kobold cocks bobbed, pushing back into Askir's yellow belly and chest, as he grunted and bit his lip, trying not to cry out at the sensation.

In his head, his memories changed. Askir cringed, remembering all the times he'd popped a pair of huge boners in public… but also how hot it made him feel when all those stares focused on him. Just thinking about it made him blush and squirm, the result of which only ground the fat knots at the base of each huge onyx erection together more firmly yet. Having to leave the class to deal with it in high school and getting blowjobs from eager classmates… humping and rutting his way through college… getting accidentally exposed on buses and at parks… the summer passes for the water park where all that stood between his two enormous, powerful cocks and the bright, hot sun was the plastered-on swim trunks that detailed every vein and scale beneath… including the large ring piercings in each. They'd been custom-ordered and specially made just for him. Each was nearly a half-pound of metal, and the bulge they added made him want to cum even more…

Twin splurts of clear pre-cum soaked his shorts and balls. He scooted forward the bed, not wanting to make a mess of the sheets, and let his massive sac drain on the floor, which he realized was now covered in a sharp, puncture-proof carpet-like tarp of some sort, and there was even a drain hole in the corner of the room. He remembered having it installed once he moved in, of course. Made things much more convenient for a big lad like him.

The kobold shuddered and grunted again, momentarily forgetting all about the ARM and the app and the phone. He focused on his twin arousals as they squeezed together, both bent over his tight khaki shorts. The button on the front strained along with the zipper as the dark discoloration of so much potent pre-cum stretched across the entire front of the garment.

The big kobold sighed as he opened his shorts. Sat side by side, the enormous 30-inch monsters rose up from his hips. He had to tug them free of his shorts one at a time, wincing and gasping and grunting at the sensations of his fingers rubbing across the smooth, flexing, throbbing meats. The knots at the base were big enough to constantly press together and forced the tips to the sides at angles away from each other and he squirmed as they rubbed together constantly. Four silver barbell piercings decorated each fantastically thick and massive length as they stretched hard enough for the tight foreskin to pull off the tip.

More memories. More pleasure. Askir grunted as he stroked a finger over one of the piercings - each bar was as thick as his pinkie, and though it hurt like a bitch getting all those ladder piercings done on his 30-inch ass destroyer, it was so worth it. Askir's muzzle twisted into a confident grins as he wrapped one hand around each huge dick. They stretched up past his pecs as his fingers pressed down the plump, excited members, taking his time to enjoy the ladders before teasing his fat knots. The kobold's t-shirt clung to his chest before he lifted it up and tossed it away. His chest was a slightly brighter golden color than his eyes and featured toned, plump pecs and washboard abs. Muscular thighs propped up his overgrown balls, which spread into the gap left behind when his enormous cocks retreated.

A loud “schlick-schlick, schlick-schlick, schlick-schlick" accompanied by his moaning and heavy breathing played out in stereo as he pumped both of his huge shafts. Sometimes he pushed them together and, though his hands were far too small to actually reach all the way around them both at once, it felt good to hump and rub and squeeze both huge cannons together. Fuck, it felt so good, he thought. It was just as good as ever - he could think back to those times he had sex, when his partners were all shocked by his size and production. How many full bellies, stretched muzzles, and bukkake'd faces had he gone through? Thousands, probably? He was always up for it, after all - with equipment like this, how could he not? Wet globules of pre-cum stuck to his fingers and dripped from his shorts as he panted and moaned louder yet. His hips bumped forward, humping harder as he replayed all those times in his head - he knew the ARM changed them and that he couldn't remember how they went originally, but he didn't care. It was so hot seeing what he could do with his huge shafts in his own mind's eye. With a lustful grunt, he popped his own muzzle around the head of one cock, sucking and licking and swallowing with greed as his hips wiggled in delight.

Thick ropes of white seed erupted from the tips, first the right, then the left. His massive sac pulled upwards as he let out a long, loud moan. Cum spluttered from his muzzle as he tasted his own emissions. His head tipped back as he grabbed a cock in each hand and squeezed the tips forward, trying to aim for the tarp as almost five feet (combined) of dickflesh jerked with enough power to make his elbows tremble. No wonder the ARM made him a bit bigger overall. If he was still six-foot-six, the massive poles would have flattened him.

Askir's eyes rolled back in his head for a few moments as he peaked. Gush after gush of thick, potent white seed splattered across the tarp and washed up against the wall and door. Hopefully none would get out into the hallway, he thought, but he didn't really care - it felt too fuckin' good to stroke and squeeze and jerk off his swollen, two and a half foot long arousals.

It was quite a few more minutes before Askir's body flopped backwards onto the mattress. His titanic twins leaned over, half hard, before flopping back towards his chest, arcing until they stood straight up from his hips before tipping over like sequoias, one on his left pec and one on his right. They drooled a bit as he wrapped his arms around them halfway to the knots and shivered.

Whatever else happened, the ARM was going to get rave reviews from him, he decided.

After a few more minutes to catch his breath and enjoy the aftershocks pulsing through his erections, the big, well-hung kobold sat back up and reached for his phone. There were quite a few other settings to play with, after all, and he already turned all the stamina and libido settings to maximum…

Later that day, someone knocked on the door to Askir's room. The kobold's bedroom stunk of cum and sweat and musk. Currently around eight feet tall and nearly half-that long, Askir himself was streaked in his own cum shots and gasped in a small puddle of seed on his mattress. His twin arousals draped over either side of his hips as he breathed hard and heavy while recovering from the last delightful orgasm.

“Hey, Askir! You hungry? I'm just about done making some frozen pizza if you want some."

Aithis - the roommate. Askir almost entirely forgot about the naga.

“Yeah, just a sec," the kobold called out. His voice was deeper now.

Using his sheets, he wiped his big, muscular body down, then struggled to drag one of the few pairs of underwear up around his twins that he had available. The material pulled taut across his half-hard, still-leaking shafts and fat, heavy balls. The whole package bobbed past his knees, well below his rock hard six-pack and impressive pecs. The fabric stretched lewdly over the immense dicks showcasing the kobold's gigantic members as they bounced off his legs with each step. Askir grinned as he opened the door to the bedroom and walked out into the hallway with a strut that carried him right into the kitchen with his massive balls and dicks leading the way.

“Hey, Askir. Have a good day?"

“Yeah, it was pretty fun," the kobold said with a huge grin as he swung his hips side to side, showing off the weight of his enlarged junk.

“Yeah, yeah, I've seen it all before," Aithis said, his eyes flicking to the side to catch the wobbling, bouncing motions. “Hurry up and eat before it gets cold."

A little disappointed at the mediocre reaction, Askir lowered himself gingerly onto a creaking chair at the table and grabbed a slice from the pizza in the center. His knees squeezed together, gently but firmly clenching around his fat package and forcing the underwear to bulge even further outwards past his shins. Aithis, he remembered now, had always been a little standoffish about his hypersized junk, though friendly enough otherwise. They were roommates out of convenience and necessity, having known each other for years and both needing a place near their workplaces.

As Aithis helped himself, he slithered around until his coils surrounded the chair legs, then his “hips," so to speak, rested on the seat. The snake-like lower body merged into an anthropomorphic upper body and hips around his upper thighs, giving him a bit of shapeliness in the backside area. Askir and Aithis were friends since high school, and the 10-foot-long naga currently worked as an accountant at a nearby bank. The vipernaga's scales were fiery orange and red, a beautiful hombre that darkened on the naga's shoulders and spine, forming a gentle stripe of red that mixed into orange along his sides. He was currently wearing a suit coat, button-up shirt, and tie, along with a kilt-like pair of shorts around his hips. The naga didn't really need it, but wore it for modesty's sake.

“So what'd you do for your day off?" Aithis asked between bites of pizza. “You weren't streaming today, right?"

“Yeah, I decided to focus on personal growth today," Askir said with a grin. Under the table, his twin arousals leaked and dribbled onto the floor.

“Oh? What, so reading a book or something?"

“Something like that."

Askir glanced from the naga to his phone. According to the beta, he could opt-in someone who lived in the same household - apparently a benefit for couples.

“Hey, Aithis - want to get in on this?" the big kobold asked. The gold-yellow scales across his muscular chest and belly shifted as he pointed his phone towards Aithis.

The naga glanced at it and shrugged.

“Some new game? Sure, I'm in - send me a link in a text or whatever, I'll check it out."

A notification appeared on Askir's phone. Add another user to the beta? Of course. Change new user's settings? Absolutely.

“Oh, I'm going shopping later. Let me know if you want anything. Also, someone from work said they saw your stream last week," Aithis said, keeping the one-sided conversation going as Askir fiddled with the phone controls. “I think you're getting popular."

“Oh? That's cool!" Askir said absently as he twiddled on his phone.

He pursed his lips as he tapped in a few more settings. There was no slow build-up here like he'd done with himself. Now that he was a little more comfortable with the device and what it could do, he had a few fun ideas for his viper roommate.

A few taps later and Askir leaned back to watch as Aithis's shoulders spread wider and his chest filled outwards, packing on pounds of muscle beneath the snake's scales. Aithis didn't notice; the ARM, of course, changed reality, so the naga had always been buff and muscular with biceps as big as his own skull. Since he wasn't the primary user, he had no idea of the changes the kobold was programming into their shared universe. Askir leaned to the side, eyes widening as he watched his roommate's plump hips visibly stretching wider and wider and wider, until the sides of his thick hips rolled right off the edges of the seat. His long, snake-like lower body extending from just under his plump and juicy rump cheeks thickened as well, getting stronger and longer as the ARM changed reality for the naga.

“Did you see the news last night? That bar we used to go to downtown burned down. Shame about that, but I guess they're going to reopen…"

Askir grinned and put his phone down, enjoying the view as the naga's muscular body continued to grow. And it wasn't just muscles he programmed in. The kobold wondered if he really could grow the naga as large as the settings promised and watched with glee as the snake's shirt stretched more, and not just from the enormous slabs of pec-meat swelling in, but from a pair of round, firm, and very full breasts that stretched the material thin enough for the scale patterns to show through from beneath. Buttons stretched as the shirt's size struggled to keep up. The ARM notification on the phone blinked, showing the system was working at full capacity to implement the changes.

“Lemme tell you, was I glad I drove to work instead of taking my scooter yesterday," Aithis said, continuing to chatter even as his enormous chest forced him to lift his plate up before he set it back down on top of his giant rack. “That rainstorm came in quick. Glad I wasn't caught in it."

Aithis glanced at Askir as his breasts spread across the table top. The naga grinned as he took a bite of the pizza on the plate on top of his fiery orange-scaled cleavage. The pit viper's bright hues only amplified the size of his swelling chest - C-cups, then D's and DD's and DDD's and then somewhere beyond - Askir didn't know how cups this big would even be measured. The naga's tits were already many times the size of his own head - he could just imagine feeling those fine, tight-knit scales squeezing and rubbing up and down along either side of him, or pounding his huge twins and fat knots between them. Thinking such lewdness made Askir's hips squirm and his twin cocks jerk half-hard in his underwear, causing even more dripping below the table around his ankles.

“Ugh, is it getting hot in here? We might need to lower the air conditioning," the naga said, slithering towards the door after unwinding from the chair. Aithis's eyes flicked towards the kobold's lower half. “Also, someone's excited today, huh? Make sure you mop up later. Glad we got those drains installed when we moved in, huh? Alright, well, I'm off to work. I'm covering for Jan at the coffee shop tonight."

“Oh, uh… have fun!" Askir said. He was a little taken aback at the casualness that Aithis spoke of his immense junk.

“Ugh, we'll see. I just hope I don't knock over too many drinks today. These things really get in the way in the galley."

Askir was distracted by a pop-up notification on his phone. His eyes widened as he read it quickly, then he turned his attention back towards Aithis as the top-heavy naga slithered towards the door. Once on the other side, the naga's body began to shrink. His chest contracted and his thick hips slimmed down, while the bulky and girthy lower half similarly shrunk. But just for a moment. Because according to the notification on the phone, the SynTech Alternate Reality Modulator was soon going to work city-wide with no interruptions.

It would be something to see, for sure, and Askir watched Aithis go until the last tip of his tail slid through the gap and the door clicked closed behind him. Both of Askir's huge erections pointed towards the floor, one down each leg of his shorts. The fabric stretched to the point of turning white around each massive log as both released steady pulses of warm, musky pre-cum across his scaled toes. His whole body shivered as he lurched to his feet, food forgotten, and headed back for his bedroom.

Ten percent: apply. Shudder. Moan. Jerk. Repeat.

By the time Aithis returned from working the evening shift at the coffee bar, Askir was an expert in the app settings. He already tested most of them out on himself, and thanks to the “Libido" settings, the evidence of how excited he grew as he watched himself growing and changing was dripping down the walls throughout the room. His full-length mirror, which could no longer show all of him, was awash in three or four layers of kobold jizz.

Askir was on his back, arms and legs spread as his huge balls and fat green kobold dick draped over the mattress, still dripping and leaking. He was back down to a more manageable size in the sense that his package wasn't immobilizing him - earlier, he altered the default settings so that he wouldn't gain the mass and muscle required to lug it around just to see what it was like, and he'd spent a few very enjoyable hours in the afternoon pinned to his bed by his own massive weight. His skinny arms couldn't even wrap around his dick and the program only allowed it to go for just long enough to cum before it shrunk him back down automatically for safety reasons.

Askir sat up when he heard the front door to the apartment open. He grabbed his phone and unplugged it - he was being careful to keep it charged since he was using it so much. As he stood, Askir stretched his arms to his sides. He grinned as he recalled the times he was too big to ride the coasters at the amusement park or when he had to pass on a series of mini-cabs until a larger taxi came by. Being big certainly had its moments, but fortunately, with the power of the glowing metal box in the corner, the muscular, masculine, well-hung kobold had long since learned to deal with the most common issues. So he was careful as he ducked into the closet, found a fresh pair of dry sweatpants, and tugged them up over his powerful thighs, tight rump, and huge package. His twin arousals both went down the left leg while his fat balls hung down the right, causing a variety of pulling and stretching as they settled into place. The sweatpants were the biggest he could find, but the waistband, rather than sagging around his hips, was stretched outwards instead, revealing a tantalizing and lewd view of the first few inches of the bases of his flaccid twins and the huge knots.

Despite having spent most of the day unloading the enormous testicles stretching the leg of his black sweatpants, they felt just as full as ever. Askir grinned. Some deep dives on a wiki set up by other betatesters let him get into some secret settings like a more substantial increase to libido and stamina, ensuring he'd be able to outlast most anyone. He'd always been proud of his longevity, after all - his dick was twitching just thinking about the time in college when it took nearly every member of the rest of the college soccer team to get him soft after they all drunkenly challenged him.

“Hey, Aithis!" he called out as he walked into the hallway. “How was work?"

The tall kobold grinned as he stepped into the kitchen. Aithis was still in the living room area where the front door was, and he tossed his green apron angrily against the wall. The white button-up shirt beneath wobbled and shook as the basketball-sized orbs within stretched the material far enough for patches of the bright orange cleavage to show through the gaps in the three buttons below the collar. The viper's thick coils pulled into tight circles beneath him as his wide backside settled down into them like a chair.

“It was awful!" he said, gesturing with both orange arms. The snake's tongue flicked out with agitation. “I got fired! Can you believe it?"

“What? But you've never even been late for a shift!" Askir said.

“I knocked over six drinks tonight. It's not my fault the galley is so small! And even though nobody ever complains, the owner said it was costing him too much money. Psh. I think he just doesn't like snakes."

The viper continued to grumble as Askir felt a pang of guilt. The snake lost his job at the cafe because of him.

“Well, maybe it's just as well, because when I was leaving, I think I got scouted."

“Huh? Scouted?"

“Yeah. There was a guy from SynTech at the cafe and I guess he overheard everything because before he left he gave me his card. See?"

The card had an unfamiliar name and the SynTech logo along with “Business Operations Division - Executive Talent Recruitment."

“Wow!" Askir said. “That's amazing! A job with SynTech?"

Aithis tossed the card on the kitchen table as he slithered towards the fridge. The orange viper's wide hips shifted up and down, accentuating the curves of the bipedal hips above the long tapered snake-body beneath. Unable to wear pants, Aithis instead wore short skirts for modesty's sake, though considering his bits were internal, there wasn't necessarily a need. Askir's twins throbbed in his sweatpants as he watched Aithis bend over and pull a can of soda from the fridge. “Not now," he thought to himself. “Just wait until we get back in the bedroom!"

“I dunno," Aithis said after cracking open the can and taking a sip. “I mean… it sounds kind of high pressure. Apparently there's a special program for training future sales executives or something that I would qualify for, but I mean… I don't know if I want that kind of commitment. I liked working at the cafe, you know."

“Yeah, I'm sorry about that."

“Thanks, but it's not your fault."

Askir felt another twinge of guilt.

“Does the SynTech job sound at all interesting?"

“Well… I mean… I think so, but you know I've always been a little reserved. I'm not sure I have the confidence for something like sales."

“You liked that job working at the department store, right?"

“Oh, yeah, it was too bad they closed. My manager always said I had the best numbers, though I didn't really do anything special."

Askir thought hard. He felt bad that he cost his friend a job, though that was never his intention, not that intentions mattered in this case. Instead, he wanted to do something to help and maybe fix his mistake. Helping his roommate secure a job at SynTech, the biggest and, in his (not at all fanboy biased-)opinion, the best company in the world. Surely there was something he could do…

Of course there was something he could do thanks to the hours spent engrossed in the app and various websites that explained various tips and tricks and semi-hacks on breaking - or rather, on using it to its fullest. The kobold pulled his phone up and switched to the settings for the naga. He left the physical settings alone this time, and instead added a bit to the personality tweaker - a sub-sub-sub-menu he'd have never found without that forum post he read earlier. Like physical changes, the personality settings took effect gradually, and as he continued to chat with his roommate, Askir realized the viper's mood was much improved.

“You know what? I was too good for that place! They couldn't handle all of this!" the viper said, using the tip of his long tapered tail to make a circular motion around his wide, ample hips. Askir giggled as he remembered all the times his now confident roommate complained about lousy bosses and how he could do a better job.. “And you know what else? I'm gonna go in for that SynTech program. What did he call it? The SynTech Naga Executive Program for Sales? Yeah, something like that. I'm gonna show 'em all!"

“Yeah, that's it!" Askir said, grinning. What guilt? “I bet you'll do amazing."

“You bet I will," Aithis said. The orange viper's head stared for a long moment at Askir, focusing on his lean, toned build and prominent bulges, before returning to the drink in his fingers. “You bet I will…"

To celebrate the success of the personality adjustment, Askir added a few more inches to his roommate's bust and even more to his balls that night.

“Hey, look at that! We just broke five thousand viewers! Welcome to the stream, everyone!"

Askir basked in the attention as his stream appeared to be in the process of going viral. He'd only started streaming a few months back - Aithis had, as usual, been non-committal about the idea, but Askir was determined to break into the video game and tech streamer scene. He built up a small audience, but today was popping off.

“Oh, watch out! Nooooo!"

Askir laughed as his on-screen character exploded and landed in a goofy ragdoll pose.

“I thought I was close that time," he said. “Well, nothing to do but jump back in the queue and try again!"

He grinned up at the camera mounted above the monitor. It aimed down at his face and chest as well as the translucent glass desk. Beneath the glass, in full view of the camera, the bulging outline of his twin malenesses draped lewdly outwards. They stretched the fabric tight enough for it to contour over the veins running up the kobold's enormous twins, though from the way they draped and shifted, it was clear the muscular lizard was still only barely hard. Wet spots nonetheless formed at the tips of each bulge, and as the stream went on, created a steady dribble heralded by a flood of raindrop emojis in chat.

Askir spent a very enjoyable day on the stream - he got record views and donations, which he made sure to read out and thank the viewers for. There were more than a few donations with messages he couldn't read out, but the chat seemed to know when those happened based on the flush of dark green around his cheeks. Of course, hypers were nothing new, so Askir knew eventually the novelty would wear off. There were plenty of big people like him in the city, always had been. He focused on making sure his stream was fun and enjoyable in addition to shamelessly showing off all of his bulging eye candy. He was purposefully avoiding any sort of stimulation or accidental boners for this stream - better not to blow his wad right away for his engorged audience, so to speak.

“Alright, everyone - that was fun, but we're gonna call it here!" he said after a few more matches. “Thanks again for tuning in!"

Leaning back in his chair, Askir spread his legs and sighed. His fat, heavy balls and thick, meaty malenesses felt so good draping down between his legs. He shifted his hips as his tail wiggled behind him. The kobold's taut, muscular arms shifted and he moaned as he wrapped a hand around the left cock. His other paw tapped at his phone, adjusting more of the settings he'd figured out - like sensitivity.

The kobold's eyes widened. His twins lurched, with the left one throbbing against his paw. The scrape of the soft fleece sweatpants made him twitch and he fell out of the chair and onto the floor with a thud. His heart thudded in his chest as his claws scraped against the (fortunately) puncture-proof floor covering. Both massive cocks jerked to full arousal. Each little movement sent spasms of pleasure through the kobold who couldn't even get his fingers working to take the pants down. His phone clattered to the floor beside him as he writhed, gasping and bucking, unintentionally causing even more motion and movement across the incredibly sensitive skin of both of his enormous, rigid, completely hard erections. Thick pre-cum slopped from both tips, dozens of times what he used to produce in an entire orgasm. His mouth opened and he rolled onto his belly, then arched his back and pushed himself onto all fours as though he was stung by electricity. His twin shafts stretched the sweatpants as pre-cum blasted straight through the soaked material, which only caused it to cling to his hypersensitive cock even more.

“F-fuuuuuuuck!" he gasped. His knees spread, trying not to put any pressure on his massive testicles. He remembered this being a problem all his life - in addition to his size, he had a total hair trigger, and worse yet, he never ran out of ammunition.

As if to emphasize his thoughts, his twins reared back, then lurched forward. Twin urethras bulged with the loads as thick white jizz sprayed through the stretched sweatpants. Askir's elbows trembled as he struggled to keep himself up on all fours.

“Nnnnffffhhhhooooooooh!"

There was a ripping noise as his twin cocks squeezed together and stretched in unison, tearing through the sweatpants to find freedom. Askir's tail lashed as he came again, a second orgasm ripping through him as the torn material scraped down the lengths.

“Uhhhnffffff… ffffuuuuuuck!"

Ropes of seed splattered across the room between his arms as he tried to keep himself elevated, but his knees slipped on the jizz. His belly compressed into his balls, and his throat opened in a lewd moan as he came again.

“Nfffffffff, yesssss, oh fuck, oh yes, oh please, oooooonnngggffffhhhhh!"

His tireless balls pulsed, fat and round and always full, as another huge blast surged through his fat dicks, sloshing more ropes across the tarp-like floor covering. He was, as always, incredibly thankful for the drainage system in the apartment.

It took him almost an hour to get his hand back on his phone. It had fallen under the desk. It took another ten for the sensitivity to wear off, and another ten after that for his massive cocks to finally subside into a messy tangle of flaccid, spent, absolutely exhausted members.

Askir grinned. Lesson learned. Kind of. His fingertips twitched against the screen. This would be a fun setting to add to a custom profile for later.

“Hey, Askir! How's it hanging, hot stuff?"

The kobold's hips jerked as a large naga hand delivered a playful smack to his rear end. The viper's tongue flicked out as he leaned over Askir's shoulder and pressed the huge breasts into the kobold's comparatively narrow backside.

“Guess what? I got the job! The recruiter said I was a natural fit for the program. Can you believe it? Well, I can. I'm me, after all."

The viper's hand delivered another playful spank before the heavy breasts dragged away. Askir started breathing again. Between his legs, both cocks stiffened and bulged as wet spots formed anew. Askir regretted momentarily leaving the production setting so high.

“I think losing the cafe job may have been the best thing that's happened to me in a while."

Askir grinned. Afterwards, he decided to increase the naga's confidence-related personality settings since it was working so well. Just a bit more. He'd take it slow and make sure Aithis wasn't getting too out of claw.

And that's just what he did. The naga got bigger, longer, and self-confident over the next few days, while Askir found his streams drawing bigger and bigger audiences. He made it a daily habit to fiddle with his own settings while also tweaking Aithis's settings. Numbers go up, big numbers good. The kobold really was a gamer at heart.

But he didn't think it would backfire. After all, hypers were surprisingly common, though they'd always been, so he wasn't sure why he was worried about it. There were even clothing stores and home goods centers that catered to the larger members of society. Askir couldn't shake a sometimes nagging feeling that it hadn't always been that way, but he usually dismissed those concerns as he played with his settings on the control app for his reality modulator. They were very popular, apparently.

Aithis was doing so well in his training program at SynTech that he was already being promoted and sent to work with a knowledgeable senior executive. Askir planned a celebratory dinner - nothing fancy, just some take-out food and beer. He also planned to test some of the more unique settings he discovered, because he realized they could be set to be targeted. While Aithis's confidence would always be projected to everyone he met, the viper's other personality quirks could be tweaked to activate for certain people at different levels. It was a complicated script and Askir didn't know how to code, so he was hoping for the best when he copied it off a random forum he found and modified the script.

He didn't have to wait long to find out.

The door to the apartment swung open, bounced off the wall, and rebounded back into the waiting claws of the fiery red and orange naga. He was longer than ever, though of course thanks to the reality modulator he'd always been a bit of a behemoth. Muscular coils seemed to stretch forever around him as his powerful arms stretched forward towards Askir. The viper's eyes narrowed as his huge chest bobbled and jiggled under the tight black suit coat and white button-up shirt. One of Aithis's hands undid the tie around his neck as the other grasped the front of Askir's hoodie and lifted him right out of his chair at the kitchen table.

“Aithis!" Askir gasped. He was eight feet tall (he finally gave himself the last couple of inches) but even so, his toes couldn't reach the ground. He grabbed at Aithis's forearm as the viper's broad forked tongue slid against his face.

“I like it when you say my name, short stack," the big naga rumbled. His hips shifted side to side; they were twice the width of Askir's torso. “I was so busy at work today, but I couldn't stop thinking about my cute little roommate showing off on camera for everyone. I kept your stream up on screen alllllllllllllll day."

Askir squirmed and gasped as the viper's fingers dragged his sweatpants down, revealing the growing, thickening twin cocks beneath.

“Oh, they're so cute!" the viper said, grinning widely as the kobold's green cheeks flushed darker. “Such a cute little guy. Mmmmhhhh… ooh, yeah… look at that… they look even cuter next to mine."

Askir's eyes cracked open and he shifted his head to look down. Still dangling, he could do little but stare slack-jawed as the viper's black, flat skirt bulged upwards and outwards, and soon pulled away entirely as a massive flared arousal speared the air between them. It was bigger and longer than Askir's own impressive malenesses before it was half-hard, and the viper's coils wasted little time encircling the smaller male's legs and hips, holding him in place as the naga's wide hips shoved forward. Askir programmed the equine arousal to replace the naga's original himpenes, plus a new pair of huge, fat, swollen external testes to go with the veiny slab of horse cock. The medial ridge was thicker than his wrist.

“Ooooh, yes… mmmmh… I knew my little kobold would feel good after a long day at work," the naga huffed. “I just couldn't wait to get my hands on my cute, breedable roomie for some relief!"

The enormous arousal throbbed and fattened, still growing, as Askir squirmed. It was too big already. He hadn't changed the settings that much, had he? Sure, he'd been in a rush to get them set before Aithis entered the apartment, but he hadn't applied the wrong profile, had he? Which one could it be? There were only a few possibilities, and as the moaning viper's fingers possessively groped at Askir's backside, he had a sinking feeling he knew which one it was.

“Wait, Aithis, I just need to make a phone call real quihmphfff!"

The viper's thick forked tongue shoved into the kobold's mouth, filling his cheeks before working into his throat.

“My cuthe lithle kobothd ith gonna thtay righth here," he said around his tongue. The naga's hips pumped forward, sliding the massive and still-growing organ up and down the small male's body. Askir grunted and moaned as the tongue withdrew and the naga spoke again. “They told me I graduated at work today - I was the fastest to ever learn the curriculum, like I was a natural sales executive. They're giving me my own office and a secretary. Of course, no matter how many loads I pump into her, you'll always be my favorite little toy to come home to, won't you?"

Askir's eyes widened as his lips smacked together. The taste of the viper's tongue left him feeling tingly and slightly numb. His heart raced as he twitched against the tight, immobilizing coils wrapped around his arms and legs, leaving only his lean, muscular chest and belly and huge package exposed.

“Mmhhhh… look at that. Such a tiny little guy," the viper said apologetically as he wrapped his hands around his enormous length. Wielding it like a bat, he bapped it over the kobold's twins, which were tiny in comparison. “Heh… bet you wish you had a cock like this, huh? Even if you put those two shriveled things end to end, they wouldn't be half my length."

Askir shuddered. He was sure of it now. He'd tripped the naga's personality to activate around him by fooling it with his custom scripts. He shuddered, blushing and squirming as the naga groped and squeezed him. The huge fine-knit scales on Aithis's chest felt so good and warm and he was getting so hard and hot….

“Look at that… my big fat cock is so thick I can hide both of your tiny dicks behind it," Aithis grunted. Large hands wrapped around Askir's hips and sides, keeping the massive naga cock squeezed down over the two small twins. “They're so small I can barely feel them!"

Askir certainly could feel his, though, and he twitched and moaned, fully erect, as the naga frotted him. And not just frotted him. Belittled him the whole way, too.

The kobold was loving it.

“You call yourself a male with little twigs like this? Some kobold you are," the naga sneered. “At least you got a nice, fat ass to make up for it though, huh? Maybe you like being treated like a lady more than a male anyways. Can't blame you with a pair of little toothpicks like you got, though."

A pulse of thick and musky naga pre-cum splattered across Askir's face. His fingers twitched, and the forgotten phone dropped from his fingers and onto the floor. The naga's coils shifted, covering it, but neither kobold nor naga reacted to the crunch of the device getting pulverized under dozens of feet and hundreds - perhaps thousands - of pounds of fiery orange and red vipernaga muscles.

A huge arm surrounded Askir's head. Powerful muscles compressed around his skull and blocked out his vision. Skin and sinew squeezed tight, completely encasing him, as the huge naga flexed his massive arm.

“Ha! You're so puny," the naga said, grinning. “Make out with my biceps. They're so much bigger than yours anyways you ought to pay them some respect, yeah?

Askir could barely hear the naga's words as the scritch-scritch of scales rubbed over him. His cocks were fully erect and dripping madly now, pulsing and spurting as his whole body twitched amidst the naga's coiling scales. They were already around both of his legs up to his thighs and working their way in circles under his balls and around his hips.

“Hnnnnggggggghhh," Askir moaned.

The massive horsecock smacked into his belly, then shoved forward. It slid upwards, grinding against the kobold's smooth, muscular belly and chest.

“Mmhhh, fuck, yeah," the viper growled. “Gonna make such a good cumrag, you cute little kobold bitch."

Claws scraped down Askir's sides, then dug into his hips and ass. More coils pinned his arms and belly and chest, squeezing and contouring and stroking until he was vibrating in their powerful steel grip. Soon, only Askir's head and package were uncoiled; the rest of the kobold was held within the shifting mass of powerful orange and red scales. Askir's head was forced to tip back, and he stared up at the naga's wide muzzle with dazed, glassy eyes.

“Enough foreplay," the massive naga groaned. “I need to feel my kobold squirming on my cock NOW!"

Askir's belly bulged. The coils maneuvered him easily, perfectly dragging his fat, thick hips down until the massive flare squeezed between his cheeks. The kobold's muzzle opened to cry out, but the naga's tongue was there again. The forked appendage filled his cheeks and throat, muffling his moans as Askir's twins lurched. The streams of clear pre-cum turned white as the tip of the massive horsecock plunged inside his clenching ass.

“Cummin' ahready, ya 'ittle s'ut?" the naga growled into the kobold's open muzzle. “Too bah, Ah'm jus' ge'in' stahted!"

The coils dragged Askir down again, lewdly impaling him. The massive horse cock disappeared entirely. Askir's eyes bulged and his twins erupted, showering the floor with gallons of cum as he orgasmed immediately.

“Yeah, I like it when I feel your cute little ass squeezing like that, fuck… still can't believe a shrimp-dicked flat-assed loser like you can feel so… fucking… goood!" the viper moaned. His upper torso stretched out along the couch, relaxing, as his long lower body kept the kobold firmly entombed in scales and bouncing on the massive horsecock jutting from the viper's hips. “Fuuuuuuuuck, nothing gets me off like pathetic kobold ass… what's wrong with me that I'm so into such pathetic jizzmops? Sigh… well, anyways, here's the first load, loser! Remember last week? I'm gonna make your belly even fatter!"

Askir's wide eyes bulged further. His neck twitched around the naga's re-invading tongue as he felt his belly bulge into the compressing coils. He could feel every inch, every fat veiny inch of the huge horse cock, the massive flare, the medial ridge popping in and out of his tight ring.

“Mmhh, shit, I hope I don't ruin you for good," Aithis groaned, closing his eyes. His whole long snakelike lower body tightened. “Take my load, slut!"

Askir's tipped-back muzzle opened and cum fountained from his throat like he was a lewd water feature. The naga's sibilant hisses were drowned out in the flood of jizzle, both from the kobold's renewed orgasm and from the incredible amount rinsing through him and spewing from his muzzle. Askir was shocked at the taste - the musky, sharp, spicy flavor of the thick, white jizz was addictive, tingly… it made him lightheaded. His whole body jerked and flopped around as the huge naga's coils worked him over the massive horsecock like he was little more than a silicon sleeve.

“Fuuuuuuuck, that's good. Oh, fuck, yeah… at least we know your worthless streamer ass is good for something, yeah?"

The vipernaga's coils loosened and the flood from Askir's muzzle slowed as his belly filled instead.

“Mmmhhh… fuck, you look so fuckin' hot full of my cum," the viper grunted. His huge breasts descended to smother Askir. Seed smeared along the fiery orange scales as the viper's hips started to thrust again. “Another dozen or so of those and we'll finish the foreplay, huh? Fuck, you're such a good jizzrag… maybe I should fuck you on stream sometime. You think that'd go viral? Couple thousand people watching you get your guts rearranged by your superior roommate?"

The naga's hips powered forward, slamming against the squirming, squealing, twitching kobold, now totally lost in the throes of pleasure. Broken phone forgotten, Askir could only clench as he listened to the steady stream of belittling language, insults, and lewd promises.

He hoped the naga would keep every one, and more…

* * *

A few days later, Askir was streaming when he saw chatters talking about the ARM. The kobold grinned as he held a hand over his huge, swollen belly, which forced him to play games at the computer desk at a strange angle to get close enough thanks to how fat and full he was. His legs were spread and bent slightly, and his knees constantly shifted and squeezed and rubbed against his immense balls. They were accompanied by his twins, both half-hard and dripping constantly, a never-ending leak of thick, musky pre. He was even bigger than before, but Aithis still liked to call Askir his cute little toothpick.

“I totally recommend it!" he said, flashing a grin. “Especially if you have a naga roommate."

The end