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New Hire

By Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for BluDerg

WARNING: Contains muscle growth, hyper growth, oral sex, magic, gay club and horses and dragons and bulls, oh my! If you're not 18 or don't like it, don't read it. Otherwise, enjoy!

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Ignazio blushed as he pushed open the swinging doors that lead out to the man club area. The lithe, twinkish blue dragon wasn't concerned about the job: he had been a server at other bars and restaurants over the past few years, and had become quite good at it. So he knew that part wouldn't be a problem.

But this new place was... well, strange. For one thing, he didn't even apply for it. His previous job was at an upscale restaurant that required a suit and bowtie for the wait staff to show just how classy it was, as if the wood panels, red silk curtains and five piece string orchestra wasn't enough. He made good money from the tips. But he received more than a tip from one customer, a horse in a tuxedo, who slipped him a note that simply said: "You're hired. Call this number."

Ignazio called the scrawled number, and the horse told him that he worked at a club, the Stallion's Stable, and was always looking for experienced servers. He then offered three times what Iganzio currently made, not to mention that he was told the tips were great.

The blue dragon gave his two weeks to the other restaurant that night.

But the strangeness didn't end there. And that was why he was blushing so much now.

The club was a gay club. And in particular, it catered to those that were on the larger end: tall, muscular, hung like... well, a horse. And Ignazio didn't exactly fit into any of those categories.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. Something to look forward too, am I right?" the horse grinned, before handing the dragon a little box. "And here is your uniform. Tell me if you need to resize it later."

When Ignazio opened the box, his eyebrow's furrowed. Inside the box was a teal blue spandex thong, a similarly coloured bow tie, and two cuffs with teal cufflinks.

"Uh, sir... I think you must have given me the wrong thing," Ignazio said.

The horse smirked, and pointed to the other side of the employee's change room. Ignazio's mouth dropped when he saw a huge chameleon, ripped and muscular, wearing the same outfit, though his thong stretched enough that the dragon could see the the first few inches of the lizard's flacid cock. The chameleon looked over, and gave a wink and a flex to the red faced dragon.

"Hey, don't worry. It's your first time," the horse said, patting the dragon on the shoulder. "Just... do your job. Everything will be fine, I promise."

So now Ignazio was walking out into the club. The cuffs were rather large and nearly slipped off his wrist. The bowtie was way too loose, hanging off his neck like a necklace. The only thing he was wearing that fit him was the thong, and even that felt a bit roomy up front.

"Hey, bluey!" the bartender, a wide-shouldered bull bellowed. He was wearing the same outfit as well, though his bulge was even bigger than the chameleon's. "I got orders for tables 3 and 6. Let's go!"

Ignazio took a breath, grabbed the metal serving tray with the drinks on it, and collected the order.

The music was loud, the bass made the entire building and everyone inside it vibrate, and the ongoing strobe light show illuminated everything. Ignazio even caught a glimpse of himself in a mirrored pillar, and he was mesmerized. His hair, which ran from his head down his back and over to the tip of his tail, which had a slight sparkle like stars on a midnight sky, shimmered in the dark. The two ivory horns on the top of his head and the bend of his wings glimmered like diamonds. His eyes, usually pure white, also gave a glow and a small trail of his escene, the one outward sign of his magic. Ignazio knew he could manipulate water from a young age, and hypnosis was something he was working on, but even he didn't know his full powers. The only mark besides blue on him was a black symbol around his left nipple, which at least wasn't a tattoo.

But, compared to the rest of the staff, he was a mere twig. His chest was flat, his stomach skinny, his legs were pencils. Even his wings looked tiny, just enough to be able to allow him to fly a little bit.

Ignazio took a deep breath, and continued with his job, delivering drinks back and forth from the bar to their tables. Beer, coolers, wine, spirits. He knew all the kinds of drinks there were by now, though he had never made them, or really even tested them himself. And he got them all right, which made Ignazio proud.

But there were murmurs and whispers that Ignazio's sensitive ears managed to pick up over the loud music and stuff. "Who's that tiny guy?" "Jeez, I could pick him up!" "They'll hire anyone these days." "I thought this was a big boys club."

The dragon merely smiled and swallowed his pride. This was a high paying job. He could do this, even though he was clearly out classed size wise...

When he got up to the bar, the bull bartender looked at the dragon. "Hey, kid, come here," the bull said, before tapping on another bartender's shoulder. "Gotta go for ten, be right back." The muscular kangaroo, in the middle of pulling off some trick with his bottles, looked over, and grinned, then nodded.

Ignazio walked around the bar, and the bull motioned with his finger for the dragon to follow him into a side door that the dragon hadn't seen before.

The bull, towering over the dragon, pushed the door shut, and locked it. The room was just a small supply closet, with cleaning materials and stuff.

"Okay, kid, I can tell you're trying to not let anything bother you, but I can tell something's wrong," the bull came right out. "Is it because we're all bigger than you?"

"N-no," Ignazio lied.

The bull snorted. "Yeah, right. Don't even bother lying kid. I'm trying to help you out here, okay? The big boss told me to do so."

"What?" Ignazio asked.

"So, not everyone started out as big as they are now. In fact, I think everyone was about your size when they started. But they grew into it, with a bit of help."

"Like... steroids?" the dragon asked.

The bull smirked, reaching down for his nearly too small thong, and reached in for his fat, uncut cock, letting the inches of meat flop out. The dragon stared at the bull's member in shock.

"Even better. I already know you have some magic in that body of yours. The boss got you because he's certain that you can use it grow. You just need a little... protein, say."

Ignazio blinked, his mind reeling, and not just because of the warm, musky scent of the bulls dong. The dragon could already feel his cock stiffen.

"Okay, kid, you got seven minutes before we got to get out. If you want to get big, get down, and open up." The bull stroking his cock, making the half hard member start to grow to an impressive ten inches.

Ignazio followed the bulls command, getting onto his knees until he was eye level with the bull's cock. The bull jerked his cock, slapping against the dragon's face, and maneuvered the pole to fit into Ignazio's mouth. The dragon nearly gagged as the huge hunk of meat was pushed in, until he felt a tingle on his throat. He glanced up to see a bluish tinge from the bulls hand as he waved it above Ignazio.

"What? I know magic too. Almost all of us do," the bull said. His other hand reached behind Ignazio's head, and forcefully pushed it forward, the entire ten inches vanishing into the dragon's muzzle. The dragon gulped, the tip of the bull's cock on the verge of entering his throat. The musky, masculine smell of the bull flooded Ignazio's brain, making his own cock grow even harder, making the somewhat loose speedo around his groin grow tighter.

"If you want this quicker, you might want to help," the bull said as he started pistoning Ignazio's head over his cock.

Ignazio gave a muffled acknowledgement, and reached up, and began to fondle the bull's balls, the heavy, gurgling tennis balls, as the bull began to roughly fuck the dragon's mouth.

The bull grunted as he rammed his cock in and out, while Ignazio moaned around the fat dick in his mouth, his tongue doing it's best to tease and suck.

Ignazio tried to nod his head in understanding, but the veiny, rock hard cock made that impossible.

The bull leg's began to tense up, as well as his balls, and with a grunt, the bull slammed the dragon's face into his crotch one more time, and snorted as Ignazio felt hot, creamy fluid shoot straight into his throat and straight to his stomach.

After a long, long moment that seemed to stretch forever as Ignazio gulped straight from the tap, the bull sighed, and pulled his cock out. Not a drop of cum escaped Iganzio's mouth, though his belly felt really full. He was surprised to find that he hadn't bloated into a cum balloon after drinking the bull dry.

"So, it's easy, the spell to make you bigger" the bull grunted, getting his cock back into his thong, before reaching down to help Ignazio up. "Just think about growing bigger, and you should start growing. Don't go too fast though. Enjoy it." The bull smirked, and gave a wink. "You will need to top up the tank again every time you come in though, so make sure to come in twenty minutes or half an hour early from now on. Longer if you really want to have fun." The bull gave a stretch, unlocked the door, and gestured Iganzio out.

Iganzio straightened his shoulders, grabbed his tray again, and began to serve drinks once more through the Stallion's Stable, taking and delivering orders to the tables.

But as he did his job, one thought always entered his mind. Grow. Bigger. More. Muscles. Get big.

Half an hour after he got his "protein," Iganzio passed the mirrored pillar again. This time when he looked at it, he nearly dropped his tray. He was bigger! He could see his arms beginning to bulge out, biceps and triceps gaining space over his arms, while his chest had begun to bulge outwards, pushing his teal bowtie up. His neck had become a triangle of muscle on either side, while his hips had begun to grow bigger with his calves and thighs bulging out, his butt gaining more mass and rounding out. Even the pouch of his thong had begun to bulge out, his cock and balls clearly bigger.

Ignazio was ecstatic, and soon the silent spell casting was redoubled. More, more! Bigger, bigger! Make me huge! Sexy!

Now the whispers of dismissal and confusion about the tiny dragon changed, and became louder, more full throated aclaims, even a few catcalls and whistles from the drunk, partying club as the dragon continued to do his job.

A full hour or so after the infusion of semen, Ignazio was easily strutting his way through the club. The glances at the mirror made him grin. But now he was clearly as big as most of the staff. Even the bull that started this started to seem small. Ignazio even began to flirt with the guests, striking poses, flexing his muscles nonchalantly, giving his firm butt a wiggle and sashay as he approached tables with drinks, sometimes carrying three or even four as the orders picked up and the night progressed. Even some of the other staff members began to compliment him, which made him grin ear to ear.

But through it all, the wishing never stopped.

Half way through his shift, he returned to the bull. The bull was just mixing up another drink when he saw Ignazio.

"Damn kid," the bull said, his eyes wide. "You should slow that down. Don't want to go too big now!"

Ignazio grinned. "What, the bull afraid of being outclassed?" the dragon smirked.

"Got cocky too, I see," the bull said, shaking his head. "Well, I warned ya."

Ignazio was already on his way to another table, and didn't hear the last thing the bull said. Besides, this was fun, growing so big."

But then things started to go wrong.

First, it was simple things, like someone tripping over his tail. Ignazio apologized profusely for that, and the little labrador retriever took it in stride. But then he ended up running into a ram server as Ignazio was showing off. Only quick reflexes on both their parts prevented anything from spilling, but he got black stares.

And soon the guests that were complimenting him before were becoming silent, more... scared, terrified if anything. Ignazio didn't know what they were concerned about, and tried to keep the mood going on. Though his tie and cuffs were getting tighter... maybe he should see about going the next size up.

And then one drunken tiger, when Ignazio came to take his order, snarled at him. "Go back to your 'roid den, you freak!"

The dragon was stunned. What? What happened? What had he done?

Now Ignazio wasn't sure what was happening. The dragon was growing more and more concerned, that he started to loose focus.

Am I too big? No, how can that be? The dragon asked himself. Maybe... just coming on too strong. Yeah. Just... dial that back.

Halfway across the dance floor, where people had made a path for him and some angry, even disgusted faces, there was a loud snap that echoed even over the loud music.

Iganzio gasped as he felt his genitals suddenly lurch, throwing him off balance. The metal tray in his hand, with several empty glasses, was flung forward, crashing on the floor.

The dragon himself fell face first into his over inflated cock and balls.

There was a silence, only the music continuing to beat and thump through the club. Then there was laughter, as dozens of people suddenly began laughing and calling at the huge blue dragon and his huge endowments. Ignazio's face turned red as he gathered his tray and what pieces of glass he could, and walked over to the bar in naked shame, his tail uselessly trying to cover his exposed groin and the cannon attached to it.

Standing beside the bar was the horse that got him his job. His face was a blank, and Ignazio couldn't tell if he was mad, upset, or sad. The horse pointed to Ignazio, and then to the employee's lounge. Ignazio set the tray down, took a deep breath, and prepared for the worst.

The horse pushed open the doors, and Ignazio followed behind, having to duck down to avoid hitting the door frame. Had he grown that tall? He hadn't quite hit the roof of the lounge, but he could feel it close to his head.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." Ignazio blurted out.

The horse, who was looking the other way, held up his hand, silencing the dragon.

"I'm disappointed in you, Ignazio," the horse sternly said. "I saw you in action, and you know what you're doing. But, clearly, our little secret was too much for you."

"It won't happen again, I swear!" Ignazio stammered, hoping he wasn't about to be kicked out the door. What could he do? The clothes he wore to come here was too small, he'd be huge, muscled, naked beast!

The horse spun around, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Or, maybe that was the hottest thing I ever saw."

Ignazio was stunned. What? What was the horse talking about?

"I like my guys big," the horse said, walking closer to the dragon. "Really big. You are like perfect for me. Besides, everyone in this club, even the bartender, has had an incident like you before. You aren't the first, and I know you won't be the last."

"So... that means..."

"Nah, your not fired. If anything," the horse said, slipping out of his jacket, and undoing the buttons on his shirt. "I might give you a bonus here, if you are up for it."

Ignazio blinked as the horse began to undress, and began stroking the huge dragon cock. "Uh... yes sir, of course."

"And don't call me sir," the horse said, giving the huge blue cock a lick and making Ignazio groan. "Call me Cimmaron."