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The bed squeaked loudly under the weight of two very amorous dragons. They were held captive by the throes of their passion, writhing and grinding against one another. Degyn was on his knees, paws gripping the bent hips of his azure companion as he slammed forward. The great swell of his dark spire gave Smokey's abdomen reason to bulge. It was in fact so large that the bulge of the blue dragon's stomach almost touched the bed. It certainly pushed up into his chest, forcing his lungs to compress beneath it.

Degyn hadn't even reached climax yet, and he was already stretching his lover that far. It was part of the reason why Smokey was so enamored with his jade companion. He could quite literally take his breath away. And right now, he was doing a fine job of that. The moisture-slicked monster slid back and forth, threatening to rub the blue dragon's innards raw with how long this had gone on, and yet neither wanted to stop. The pierced fellow, pushed down onto his knees and elbows, rocked back against his mate, keeping his tail coiled tight around the green's waist. It made sure Degyn could only retreat but a short distance, and that his return would be with that much more force.

A sheen of moisture coated the back of Smokey's thighs as well as the groin attached to the leviathan spreading him wide enough to pass a watermelon without difficulty. It had been a strain to get there, but now that he had climbed that mountain, the blue dragon wasn't interested in leaving the summit right away. Neither was the mountain he had summited. They rocked back and forth, swaying in time with one another. The great, bean-bag-chair-sized orbs fueling the monster Degyn wielded sloshed loud enough to be heard anywhere in the room. Their sticky contents swirled about, more than ready to be delivered.

A roar filled the smallish bedroom as Smokey's entire form turned stiff. His own length, generous on its own but nowhere near the impressive reach of his husband's, twitched about, bucking wildly in the open air, loosing a sizable splatter of creamy white across his grey stomach. His petals, currently unoccupied, quivered and pursed as the pressure against his prostate threw him into a dual climax. The muscles of his rectum clenched hard, trying to seal tight around the vast dark organ invading him, almost as if the dragon's bowels knew what was coming and attempted to prepare for the deluge.

The added squeeze of the blue dragon's grip sent Degyn over the edge. He slammed his hips hard into his lover's backside and dug his fingers into the azure scales covering his hips. His head craned back as a second roar joined the first, harmonizing with his beloved. A wave of seed rushed forth. The throb of the great, black spire was felt easily deep under Smokey's hide. The first blast caused him to swell visibly, soaking every crevice, every nook, every cranny of his interior before spreading upward through him. The second spurt added to the first, a larger contribution, pushing Smokey up off his elbows as his belly ballooned outward. He could feel it starting to seep into his stomach after occupying every other inch of his interior below it.

When the third gush came, and the blue drake was made to grow again, he was pushed completely upright, pressing his back against the green's chest. Degyn released his beloved's hips and wrapped his arms around the azure fellow. His paws roamed over the vast tummy he had just given his husband, continuing to swell him larger, though the growth had slowed. The gurgling noise from under Smokey's scales was loud enough to reach both their ears, signaling that the blue wasn't going to need to worry about being hungry anytime soon. He was filled well beyond the point of satiation. A loud, crass belch escaped Smokey, letting a few small globs of his lover's seed dribble from his lips.

Degyn had managed to fill him to the point of leaking out the other end. He considered that to be a successful round. It made him slow his writhing about, settling to simply enjoy the contact with his husband. Smokey could not complain. A deep, satisfied purr rumbled away in his throat as everything finally fell still. He could scarcely imagine a better way to spend the evening than in the arms of his lover.

"There... finally... took long enough." Degyn said, panting softly for breath.

"Finally?" Smokey asked with a bit of a slur, "You make it sound like you're glad your finished. I could stand for you to keep doing that all night. Maybe not the bloating, but certainly the humping. If I kept growing, there might not be a house left for us to live in by morning."

The green fellow chuckled quietly and gave his beloved blue's belly a loving pat.

"Yeah, this would end up knocking down every wall. It would be just you and me and what was left of the roof on top of us." Degyn said.

"Sounds like fun, but I don't want to have to build another house." Smokey replied.

"Or buy a house worth's of furniture all over again." the green said with a nod.

"That said, I think this 'little' modification of yours is going to work out just fine. You have my blessing to keep it." the blue said, making it sound as though he had to give his husband permission to rail him with a member large enough to classify as its own separate person.

"Oh, I'm so glad you approve," Degyn said, snickering as he let his sarcasm shine through for a brief moment, then spoke in earnest, "It's just a shame I could only find enough for one of us."

"Oh, so my green wants me just as big as him so I can make him feel like someone's pushing an entire horse up under his tail?" Smokey asked.

"Might be fun. I know you like to top some of the time." Degyn answered.

"Well in that case, maybe I should go pay a certain friend of ours a little visit," Smokey said, then paused just before letting out another noisy burp, "But... maybe tomorrow morning. I'm too full to go anywhere."

He groaned and his belly creaked, taut and stretched right to what he thought could be the limit. Of course, he was certainly curious to see if he could go another round. That would have wait for another time though. Small steps in the direction of obscene excess. Degyn pressed his lips to Smokey's cheek, doing his best to cradle his enormously swollen beloved, offering another short jab from his hips. It made the blue gasp and moan again, threatening to make him want to start all over then and there. But they both refrained.

"Hopefully you'll be small enough to get out of the house tomorrow morning. I might just take advantage of the situation and fill you up again." Degyn said with a grin.

"Evil dragon." Smokey said.

"You know you love me." the green fellow replied.

"Of course I do." the blue shot back.

The next morning had proven an interesting challenge. Smokey had to somehow make his escape from the house without Degyn pouncing him and swelling him up so big he couldn't fit through the door. It was a genuine concern. They had a difficult time keeping their paws off one another when the mood struck. Luckily, there wasn't anything especially pressing that kept Smokey within easy reach of his husband. So he was able to take his leave. Of course, his middle was still swirling about with the remnants of last night's fun. He was small enough to get around, but it was obvious to anyone who saw him that he was enjoying the after effects.

The blue dragon waddled his way down the street, drawing a few stares as he tried not to knock anyone over with his beach ball sized tummy. It gurgled loud enough to be heard by passers-by and the sticky contents it contained sloshed like a dozen half-filled bottles being swung in time with his gait. It made him blush, but no one seemed to be bothered enough by his blatant enjoyment of it for him to give up his quest. At least he didn't have too far to travel. The shop he sought was only fifteen minutes away; a casual walk.

At least, it was fifteen minutes when one wasn't carrying several gallons of dragon spunk. Smokey didn't mind the added time.

When the shop he was after finally entered into view, his pace quickened as his excitement got the better of him. With a bit of an added spring in his step, he hurried to storefront. The blue fellow pushed open the door, bringing a jingle from a little bell on the end of its spring. As he stepped in and his arrival was announced, a tall figure behind the counter moved about. She was taller than the blue, even while bent over. When she stood to her full height, she dwarfed him completely. The lady then turned around, her enormous wings folded in close to keep from knocking anything over. They were but only one concern when it came to possibly crashing into something. Her chest was exceptional, to the point where Smokey was certain there were legends about her cleavage alone.

"Can I help... oh it's you." Ivory said as she peered down at the blue staring up at her.

"Hi, yeah, it's me. I'm sorry if I interrupted something." Smokey said.

"You didn't. I was just looking for something. Apparently I'm out of lotion. I'll need to make another batch. Was there something you needed?" the tall, orca-colored lady asked.

"Well, Degyn and I have been enjoying the little potion we got him. You did a fantastic job on that by the way, thank you. I wanted to come let you know it's been thoroughly enjoyed." the blue drake said.

Ivory lowered her gaze only slightly to view his bloated stomach, raising an eye ridge.

"I can see it's been enjoyed. Though I'm going to assume that you had to wait a while to come see me?" she asked.

Smokey blushed and chuckled as he looked down, giving his soft, squishy tummy a firm pat.

"Yeah, overnight. Degyn has a tendency to get a little overly enthusiastic. Leaves me too big to move." he said.

"And you managed to slip away before he could get his claws on you again, I take it," Ivory said, "Something tells me you're not just here to explain and show just how much you and your mate are enjoying his... enhancements."

Smokey blushed and put on a sheepish grin. He had known Ivory for a while, and she always had a way of cutting straight to the heart of the matter.

"Yeah, I'm not just here to tell you what we've been up to. I was wondering if there was any chance you might have another potion like the one I picked up last time, since Degyn's been so enamored with the effects of it." the blue dragon said.

"You want to make him even bigger? Honey, I think you might have a problem. Any bigger and I don't see how you're going to fit it in you. It'll be bigger than you are." Ivory said.

"Oh, no! Not for him! For me! We were hoping we could take turns." Smokey said quickly.

"Two hyper-endowed dragons, constantly humping each other, blowing each other up until immobile. You two aren't gonna get anything done," Ivory replied, "Unfortunately, I've not had a chance to make any more of that specific potion."

Smokey's face fell in disappointment. He knew it wasn't likely to be available. He recalled her saying she had sold him the last vial she had, and that she would need to make more. Still, he had hoped she might have found the time.

"Oh, rats. Guess I came by sooner than I thought I would need to," the blue fellow said, "Is there anything you've got that might have a similar effect? Perhaps something temporary to tide us over until you make more of the one I'm after?"

The black and white lady sighed, raising an eyebrow as she peered down at the persistent little fellow. She did think he was kind of cute, but there were moments where he could be terribly single-minded. Thankfully, he didn't pester or pressure. His polite nature wouldn't allow it unless it were urgent. That was one of his better qualities, she thought to herself.

"You want to be able to overwhelm your mate the same sort of way he overwhelmed you, yes?" Ivory asked.

"That's one way to put it, yes." Smokey answered.

"Well, I have something you might be interested in. But just so we're clear, it's not the same sort of solution. It has effects beyond just... growing your junk." the tall dragoness said rather pointedly, all while one of her wings unfurled, letting the 'paw' at the joint standing at the highest point on the limb reach up to collect something from a hidden shelf overhead.

"What else does it do?" the blue fellow asked, feeling slightly more timid at the prospect of more changes being made than just the one he was interested in.

Ivory lifted one of her paws to collect the vial her wing-paw had plucked from above her. She held up the crystalline container, eyeing it carefully. It held a dark liquid, viscous and opaque. There was moment of hesitation on the tall lady's part, giving her to question what she was doing. Quickly, she shoved the concern aside and figured it would be fine. She pulled the stopper from the vial and reached for a small glass, wrapping her tail around it to bring it to her. With ever so steady a paw, she poured but a single drop into the glass, then returned the stopper to the vial. The vial was then returned to her wing-paw, which in turn returned it immediately to its hiding place up in the rafters of the shop. The whole act had taken only a moment.

Without answering the azure dragon's question, Ivory took the glass and walked to another work surface behind her counter. There, she lifted a large cask up from the floor and uncorked it. A stream of rich, amber liquid poured into the glass before the cork was returned to the cask, and the cask sat back down. Ivory then collected the glass and returned to the counter where her customer stood waiting, watching her with great curiosity.

"It's an experimental solution. Works best when mixed with alcohol. Since it's not one of my usual goods, consider this one on the house." Ivory said.

Smokey eyed the glass of strong-smelling liquor that had been spiked with a tiny drop of whatever it was she was experimenting with. It made him uneasy, but Ivory had never steered him wrong before. Surely she wasn't about to do anything that would bring the blue dragon to harm. He reached up and took hold of the glass, still wary of it.

"So, you're not sure what it does?" he asked.

"Oh I've a pretty good idea of what it does. I'm just not sure how far it will go. Go on, don't be a 'fraidy-dragon." Ivory teased.

Smokey blushed again, not entirely enjoying the little jab. It was less his bravery he was concerned about being called into question and more his trust of the tall woman eyeing him with those piercing red eyes of hers. He grimaced briefly, then lifted the glass to his lips, downing the contents in one, quick gulp. It was just as strong as it smelled, and it bit sharply at his throat. Smokey coughed and wheezed for a moment, making Ivory smirk in amusement. She moved out from behind her counter and stood in front of the blue fellow, watching him carefully for any sign that the potion had begun to take effect.

"Is the alcohol really necessary?" Smokey said in a strained voice.

"Not really, I just wanted to see if you'd actually go along with it." Ivory said with a grin.

The shorter dragon's shoulders slumped as he realized he'd been tricked into imbibing so early in the morning. Ivory really was a bad influence. Just as he was about to open his mouth to comment on that, he was given reason to pause. A strange, difficult to describe sensation struck him. It spread over the whole of him in an instant, like a lightning strike, though enormously muted. And the strange, warm 'glow' he felt lingered after it. It almost felt for a moment that the potion had simply accelerated the intoxicating effect of the burning drink he had been coaxed into consuming.

The strangeness didn't stop there. Smokey shuddered as he felt something akin to being stretched. It washed over the whole of him, every last scale on his body consumed by the feeling of being pulled, tugged, made to reach further than it was meant to. It was hard to place while his mind was fuzzy, but it finally dawned on him. It felt much like the sensation Degyn had given him last night. He was expanding. He glanced down to see the floor starting to fall away from him, and yet his paws had never left the wooden surface below.

Smokey's gaze jerked up to Ivory in surprise, slowly rising to approach her height. He never quite reached it, but he certainly came close. She simply grinned back at him as she watched the potion go through its process of altering the smaller drake. It had made him considerably taller, that much was obvious, but there was more to come, and she wanted to see where it stopped.

"Wh-what... what's happening... to me?" Smokey asked, somewhat out of breath and just ever so slightly dizzy.

"It's a surprise." Ivory answered, refusing to let him in on the game.

The sensation of expansion returned, this time tightly focused in one specific area. Smokey gasped and looked down to his chest as he felt the usually flat area suddenly push outward. His vest had thankfully been unbuttoned and hung lose and open at the front. Otherwise, he likely would have sent a few buttons flying, maybe even ripped a few seams. The blue fellow watched as a pair of great, heavy breasts ballooned out from him, swelling until they were so massive he could have given Ivory a run for her money. Her bust was indeed the subject of much discussion around town. And soon, his would be too. If he could fit out the door.

Smokey lifted his arms to cup under the monstrous globes of flesh he had been given, not prepared for how sensitive they had become. The instant he made contact with them, his back arched and his eyes went wide. It felt like a second bolt of lightning had just shot through him, different from the earlier jolt. It was much stronger, and it gave him reason to squeeze his thighs together. His shorts were already straining to stay on him, having failed to grow to match his new height. It was actually rather uncomfortable. And now, they were getting a mild soaking from the quivering folds hidden below.

The transformation continued, next striking his voice. It had come in a long, loud moan from the discovery of his bust's tenderness. In that moan, it shifted to a more feminine register. As the tone changed, so did the face that went with it. Smokey's features softened, his lips plumped ever so softly, and his visage in general suggested less a 'he' and more a 'she'. Below, the dragon's figure was undergoing a similar shift. The blue hips trapped in those tight, confining shorts flared outward, widening with a sudden 'pop', almost as if it had been building up to a sudden release of tension. The poor, woefully under-qualified garment gave way, the fabric ripping at the seams and tearing off the new lady.

The former pair of shorts fell to the ground in tatters, exposing Smokey's shapely rump, her broad hips, and her thicker, stronger thighs. She was going to need those powerful legs if she was going to hold up such massive weight up top. Thankfully, she was going to have a little help in that department. Her wings had grown past what would have been proportional for the addition in her height. She folded them back behind her, pushing them outward directly away from her spine to help counterbalance such a burden. Her tail lengthened and thickened as well, swaying behind her to help find the 'tipping point' and hold her away from it.

While this was all happening, the azure lady had also seen a great swelling between her legs. She had been considered nicely above average in her previous shape. Now, she was certain she could feel two vast swells, easily the size of pair of yoga balls, pushing out from her thighs. And drooping down over them was her member, easily as large as one of her legs before the change. And that was while she wasn't erect. The blue lady huffed and panted, dropping down onto her knees as she felt the transformation finally come to an end. She looked over herself, finding it difficult to see past her expansive chest to examine more of her new figure.

"Th-this... is what... your potion... does!?" she cried, out of breath.

"Yeah, I've been toying with the idea of making more people look like me. I figure maybe it would make things more interesting around town. I'd say it worked out pretty well. It's a good look for you." Ivory said.

"You... could have told me... what to expect..." Smokey whined.

"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" the taller, darker lady said with a laugh.

Ivory stepped in close and cupped a paw against her customer's similarly enormous bust, giving the supple flesh a good squeeze. It made Smokey moan all over again, her eyes beginning to cross as the intensity of the sensation ripped through her. She found herself pushing forward, leaning into the grasp with a powerful need to feel more.

"What... is that!?" Smokey asked with a gasp.

"You're a lot more sensitive now, just like me. I could probably just let you find out all on your own, but I'd rather make sure what the results are. For scientific purposes. See, when I'm playing with mine, I can get off on just massaging my breasts. I don't have to touch anything else. They're that sensitive. And it looks like you've picked that up too." Ivory explained.

The blue lady tipped her head back, cupping her own paws on either side of her vast swells. There was no way she would ever be able to wrangle them, not with two paws. If she had four, maybe she could start to get a handle on them, but not likely. She would no doubt end up devolving into a sticky, writhing mess on the floor, constantly teasing herself to climax again and again. Already she couldn't help herself, wanting to squeeze and knead at the heavenly bust all she could.

"I... I'm gonna hafta... be careful... not to run into things." Smokey said breathlessly.

"That's right. Not watching where you're going, you could walk into a wall and set yourself off. Now, let's see what else is working. You said you wanted to be able to fill up your mate like he fills you up. Let's make sure you can before you leave." Ivory said with a soft hiss.

The taller dragoness began unfastening her trousers. They were cast off in virtually no time, giving the kneeling blue lady a perfect view of Ivory's groin. She was similarly endowed to her customer, though even more so. She was already partially firm, and drooling considerably. The idea that she had another like her to play with was getting her in the mood rather quickly. One of her paws moved down to grip at Smokey's enlarged length, squeezing her fingers around it tightly. It was so firm a grasp that it made the blue lady wince. It wasn't painful, merely a much stronger sensation than she remembered receiving.

"Oh god... everything... everything's so much... more..." Smokey panted.

"Yeah it is. Now be a good girl and get nice and hard for me so I can ride you. Also, you'll probably want to take a deep breath. You're about to get a face-full." Ivory said.

Unceremoniously, the shopkeeper pushed Smokey onto her rump and sat down in her lap. The act forced the taller lady's bust to land on top of the azure dragon's, mashing her muzzle directly into Ivory's cleavage. The sudden capture, as well as the intense pleasure of this new figure of hers, brought Smokey quickly to complete arousal. Her length now rivaled that which Degyn had shoved in her last night, and it was pressing up under the orca-colored dragoness. Within moments, it was actually inside her. Ivory had wasted no time. She hissed and settled on top of it, sliding it smoothly and easily into her petals.

"Ahh yes, that is very good indeed," the shopkeeper said, twisting her hips from side to side as she sank the blue's mast into her completely, "Not quite as large as Degyn has become I'm sure, but certainly not far off."

Smokey's eyes were glazed over by now. Her arms were pushed out behind her for support. Her tail curled up along the floor, trying to find something to coil around and clench about. She could feel the taller dragon's shaft pressing against her, stiff and leaking. It had been shoved into her breasts, trapped between the two enormous mounds and held there quite well. There was so much happening, she simply could not process it all. A quiet little groan escaped her, muffled by the even larger bust shoved in her face.

With no more ceremony than had been given, the big woman began to lift herself up. Her legs, thick and powerful, coiled and flexed, demonstrating just how much strength they carried. The act of lifting herself up pushed her length more firmly into the blue woman's bust, smearing the clear moisture dribbling from her own impressive spire. Just as Smokey felt her rod glide back out of the warm, inviting folds, almost slipping out completely, Ivory stopped, and began to settle back down atop her. A second happy noise rose up out of the black and white dragoness, driving her to carry on.

What had started slow did not stay that way. Ivory began bouncing on top of her customer's hips, adding great force behind her downward motion. If it weren't for the added cushion Smokey had gained in the transformation, as well as the leap in height, she might have been concerned that Ivory's aggression would lead to a broken pelvis. Instead, the azure drake simply rocked into the motion on top of her. Aching to see just how long they might last given their shared features. Ivory didn't bother holding herself back. She saw no point in lingering. It was a test of status after all, and while a long, drawn out bout of fun might be enjoyable, she did have a shop to run, and her solution was in need of a thorough testing after all.

More moisture slicked the two exceptionally smooth ladies up. A powerful quiver set in between Ivory's thighs, but she never showed any sign that her legs were in danger of giving out. She just pounded down onto her companion as hard as she felt was safe. Smokey could scarcely think to do anything. She was completely at Ivory's mercy, and she was adoring it. Her member bucked and throbbed, finding the experience to be one worthy of recreating. The bigger woman had begun groping at her chest, kneading the recently made bosom to ensure the blue would have more than just the quick, sticky burst that would fill her.

And that burst came in relatively short order.

Smokey threw her head back, as far as Ivory's breasts would let her, and roared. A hot gush filled the bigger woman's belly, giving it cause to stretch. The dragoness above hissed loudly again and clamped down hard on the smaller lady's rod, leaning back as she felt her stomach swell. The second blast added to the first, more than doubling the several gallons of seed being dumped into her. Ivory's petals convulsed and squeezed, offering a generous splash of nectar over the blue lady's lap, sending their own jolt up the darker woman's spine. She mashed her enormous paws into Smokey's vast, soft breasts, triggering the same climax in her.

The blue dragon was already stiff as a board, but as her own nethers pursed and flexed, she found herself leaving a puddle of slick, clear honey beneath her, and her voice carried farther beyond the walls of the shop. In that same moment, Ivory's shaft, still trapped between the blue dragon's breasts, which were well pinned under her own, bucked hard, adding its own thick spurt of viscous, clinging mess. And it was quite a mess. The whole ordeal was brief, leaving the two ladies spent, sticky, and swollen.

Ivory hissed happily one last time as she felt everything finally settle. Once she was certain it had all stopped, she climbed back to her paws. A lewd slurp followed as Smokey's member was dragged from her grasp, and her member was dragged from Smokey's chest. They were both covered in the white splatter that dribbled down into every crevice both possessed. The tall dragoness ran her paws over her stomach, eager to see how much she had gained. It had been quite a lot. The swell was easily larger than either of her breasts, giving them reason to separate somewhat. Ivory grinned as she kneaded away at the great dome, satisfied with the results of her test.

"I think your husband is going to enjoy the new you. Now, you may want to clean yourself up before you return home," Ivory said, then paused, "Or don't. I saw how he was leering at me when last you two visited. He might find the smell of me all over you to be irresistible."

Smokey sat there on the floor, coated in the stickiness of sex, and it felt like it went from the shoulders all the way down. She huffed and looked up at the bigger woman, eyeing her stomach. She had done that, given Ivory enough to stretch that far. It was an impressive display to say the least, and it would indeed give Degyn a run for his money. But there was another concern she had in that moment.

"I... didn't just... get you pregnant... did I?" Smokey asked.

"You did. I was due for another clutch anyway. The heat was becoming unbearable. At least this way I'll be able to put that lust to good use. Don't worry, I won't expect you to marry me, or pay to help raise them. In fact, I could raise them without your presence if you desire." the orca-colored dragon said.

"Not... how I expected... this little trip... to go," Smokey said as she stumbled up onto her paws, then bent over and moaned, one palm at her groin, the other trying to lift one of her breasts, "Wh... what is this!? I feel like I'm on fire!"

Ivory snickered, idly patting her belly in satisfaction.

"That's the heat I just mentioned. Congratulations. Your sex drive now matches mine. And from what I as able to tell about you two the last time you visited, you're both going to use it well. Now go on, go show off to your husband. I've got work to do. I'll send word when I know how many I'm having. I'll even let you have them if you want. I doubt they'd mind a second term in their other mother's belly. And keep in touch. Let me know if anything out of the ordinary crops up."

The prospect of carrying one of Ivory's broods was deeply appealing to the blue lady. She had not even realized how appealing it was until the idea was said aloud. It distracted Smokey so much that she stumbled weakly out of the shop, not bothering to clean or dress herself. The passers-by on the street and sidewalk would be able to see her completely naked and painted thoroughly with Ivory's spunk. There was an odd thrill to that which Smokey had not felt before. Likely it was another quirk she had gained from the always-in-heat woman she had just impregnated. How on earth would Degyn respond to that?

The day carried on until just past noon. Smokey had managed to return home and had presence of mind to clean herself up once she got there. Hopefully news of what had been done wouldn't upset her mate. At the very least, she could distract and entertain him for quite a while. The green drake returned from his visit to a local tailor, hoping to find a way to contain his new self. Nothing had been available on hand, but there was the hope of something custom made being able to help him not drag some very delicate features on the ground.

Degyn wiggled his hips one way, then the other, as he tried to force his way through the slightly too narrow bedroom door, stopping as soon as he saw what awaited him. There, on his bed, was his mate. She was larger than he remembered, spilling over the sides of the mattress as she lay in a pose meant to entice. It didn't take much. He stared at her in wonder, his eyes wide as he drank in all of Smokey's curves and swells. She looked decidedly like the great black and white dragoness who had provided the potion which had given him his monstrous size.

"S-Smokey? Is... is that you?" he asked, hardly able to believe what he was seeing.

"That's right, honey. Ivory was out of the mixture she gave you. So she decided she wanted to use me as a test subject for one of her experiments. What do you think?" the large, blue woman asked.

"I'd call it a success! What was the experiment!? To make you look as much like her as possible!?" Degyn cried with a laugh as he shuffled his way over as quickly as he could, throwing himself at the vast bust he was now married to.

Smokey laughed as he dove, aiming for her chest. The instant he made contact, she moaned and pushed her arms forward to try and squeeze her breasts around the green and yellow fellow. The idea was to tease him with the thought that she had trapped him there. It worked, and it was shockingly effective.

"Actually, yeah, that was her whole plan, to make a potion that would make people more like her. And she wanted to test me out before I left." the blue dragoness said.

"Let me guess, you're pregnant now." Degyn said after lifting his muzzle out of the enticing cleavage.

"No, I'm not." Smokey replied.

"Oh, well then you got -her- pregnant? I know that woman too well to think she let you get away without at least one of you ending up carrying." the green fellow said.

Smokey simply blinked. He just ran straight to it without a care in the world. She nodded softly and worked to wrap her arms around him more tightly, wanting to hold him against her new chest for as long as she could get away with. It simply felt marvelous.

"Yeah, she um... she rode me. She wanted to make sure I'd fill you up like you've been filling me." she said.

"Aww, I was hoping I'd get dibs. Did it work as well as you both hoped?" Degyn asked.

"And then some," Smokey replied, "It was incredible. And apparently I'm supposed to make sure to let her know of any 'unusual effects'."

"What sort of 'unusual effects' are we talking about?" Degyn asked, raising an eyebrow curiously at his now wife.

"I don't know. She didn't specify. But, whether or not there's going to be anything strange, it looks like you're enjoying the changes." Smokey answered, squeezing her green lover against her ample bust more tightly.

She simply could not get enough of feeling him squirming against her breasts, to say nothing of the attention he was showing them. His paws roamed over the great swells, groping and stroking the supple flesh. Each act made the blue lady shudder ever so softly. He grinned and leaned up, trying to press his lips to the big dragoness.

"You look beautiful. And it looks like you're enjoying it too," He said, "Why don't we see just how you compare when you're the one doing the filling?"

Smokey growled quietly as the suggestion was made. She rolled over, pinning her husband under her, trapping him with her new bosom. Oh how she loved being able to do that. Little more than his head was visible poking out of her cleavage as she leaned down to kiss him, finding the size difference to make it slightly awkward. They managed to muddle through, even delighting in the strangeness of it.

"I thought you'd never ask." the blue dragoness said.

Her growl returned, finding herself driven by an intense lust. She could scarcely imagine how anyone could function while in heat like she was, and from how Ivory had described it, it would be a constant concern. She needed release, either from someone rutting her, or from her doing the rutting. And it just so happened her little green husband wanted her to do the latter. She sat herself up, taking hold of Degyn as she jabbed her hips forward. The head of her well enlarged length mashed up under his tail, then popped in without much effort. She was already leaking heavily, slathering up the green fellow's rump and legs with her slick, sticky pre.

Degyn's jaws opened wide as he cried out in shock. He had known she would be bigger, but he had not counted on just how big she had gotten. And Smokey had swelled to the point where she was bigger around than one of his thighs. A lump pushed up from underneath his scales, giving his stomach a visible distension. He clutched at the big blue lady atop him, his entire form stiff, twitching, and stretching to contain his wife's magnificent shaft. She bucked her hips, ramming forward again, sinking deeper still into him. When she reached halfway into the green's bowels, she gasped and groaned. Her length throbbed, unleashing a hearty blast of heated ooze. She came, and within only a few moments.

The pinned fellow cried out again as his stomach was made to bulge further. A taut, round dome formed as the yellow of his belly scales was forced to stretch, making him appear more stomach than dragon, more yellow than green. Smokey had done a fairly good job, pushing her husband not far from where she had been last night. But she wasn't done. She couldn't let it stand at that and that alone. She needed more. She needed to give him more. So she began thrusting, slamming her hips forward into her gurgling, groaning husband. Her length was provided little resistance as he clenched around her, the dark flesh of his interior clinging to her as best he could hope for.

The two dragons remained locked together in such a state for what felt like an hour. The blue lady simply pounded, using her mate to slake her lust. It was a far more aggressive manner than Degyn had seen from Smokey before. He wasn't about to tell her to stop, not when it was clear she was losing herself in the pleasure of it all. And he wanted to see how far she would go. Of course, even if he wanted to voice his need to rest, he found it difficult. His breath was stolen away each time she stabbed forward, then he was made to suck in a new breath whenever she retreated. His big, beautiful blue was directing his breath with her thrusts. By now, she was threatening to rub him raw, a reversal of their roles from last night, and he was loving it.

When at last she could refrain no longer, Smokey tipped her head back once more and roared, shaking the walls around them, making the windows vibrate in their frames. A new hearty explosion of seed gushed forth, adding to the small lake already in her husband's belly. He found his voice long enough to join in with her 'song'. Their harmony could be heard down the street as they joined. The flood that she gave her mate stretched him larger and larger, making him appear to be little more than a great, round balloon filled with his wife's seed. When at last he could do so again, he groaned, tasting his beloved's release in his mouth, trying to seep up his throat and escape him; just as it had with Smokey last night.

And yet the big blue lady continued to thrust, pumping slower now, but unable to stop herself. She panted and looked down at her lover hungrily. She leaned down and licked his nose, then kissed him. She could taste her own seed in his mouth, sealing their muzzles together to push her tongue into his maw and lick, even suck softly to try and draw that milky, sticky ooze up out of him for her to enjoy as well. When finally she pulled back, she left the green dizzy.

"Oh my god... I... I think... we have a winner," Degyn huffed out, "Remind me... to thank Ivory... next time we see her."

"I... I need more. I don't understand why. I can't stop." Smokey whined, squirming as she kept her lover stretched on her shaft.

"Then don't stop. Do whatever you need to, honey." the green fellow said, trapped under the mountain of his yellow gut.

The blue dragoness leaned down and licked at his nose again, her eyes glazing over as she felt a new instinct fight for control. She couldn't resist. She needed Degyn. Her entire form appeared to soften, then began to sag, dripping down onto him as if she were no longer solid. She breathed out a needy moan as she continued to pour down over her lover, coating him in herself. Her limbs were losing definition. Her breasts were becoming a pudding-like consistency that ran over him, seeping into his every crevice. Her length remained where it was, just as intrusive, but it had softened as well, giving his anus license to clamp down harder on her, but he could not shut her out completely.

As she nearly engulfed Degyn, Smokey opened her mouth wide, then slammed her head down over him. In a huge, blue splash, she turned into a puddle, consuming her husband completely. There were several gurgles, groans, and slurps. The gooey mound that had once been the blue dragoness churned slowly, folding over on itself, concealing all of the green dragon that had been pumped so full he wouldn't be able to walk without his gut dragging on the floor. Slowly, a head emerged from the puddle. A look of rapturous glee was on the face, jaw agape, eyes half-lidded as if consumed in mind-numbing bliss.

Slowly, Smokey lifted up out of herself, her shoulders and above visible, along with a good portion of her cleavage. She shuddered and giggled through her euphoria. There was something about what she had just done that was indescribably satisfying. She solidified further, flopping onto her back atop the bed in a splash. Her chest formed completely, drooling as if she were leaking milk, but instead of a creamy white drink, it was a blue ooze that looked like it was more of herself. Slowly, her hips and legs took form, as well as the great, monstrously gravid stomach she now possessed. The leaking continued, but turned white, showing that she was indeed producing milk, and quite a lot of it. Her length pulsed and throbbed against her enormous belly, making a similar sticky mess down itself.

There the large dragoness lay, fondling her bust with one paw, the other groping over her wriggling stomach. She could feel Degyn moving about inside her, unsure exactly where he was under her scales. But she didn't care. She had her husband close by and his struggles where a delight to her. Inside, the green was trapped in a gelatinous nest of his wife, invaded at every angle, mouth, anus, and shaft. He was being turned into a bloated swell for her to enjoy, and she was only somewhat aware that she was doing it to him.

"Ooo, honey... I... I think... I think I like this. I don't know if I can go back." Smokey said in a low moan.

A muffled noise came from her abdomen. Degyn had tried to answer, but his jaws were currently occupied. The blue lady slowly sat up and ran her paws over her stomach. It jostled and wobbled as if it were about as solid as a gelatin dessert. It amused her to no end watching the vast dome jiggle as she gave it a series of happy, delighted pats.

This likely qualified as an 'unusual effect'. She would need to tell Ivory about it. But she could wait until tomorrow. She wanted to keep playing with her husband and the belly he had given her. Maybe she could let him out again so she could find other, more interesting ways to slide him back inside her. Then again, maybe the shopkeeper knew something about this.

"Let's go show Ivory! I wanna see if she can teach me a few tricks! Hope you don't mind where you're at right now, honey. I'm not letting you out unless I can get you put right back inside! You're all mine now!" Smokey cried as she hopped to her paws.

As she deformed to squeeze through the door, a curious thought hit her. She was still feeling the intense desire of being in heat, and that same curious need to do what she had with Degyn. Just how many could she get away with packing into herself? Ivory would know. She'd done that sort of thing rather often. Or so she had heard.

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