Freebies Vol. 72

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Stories written live from February and March of 2019 on the Nocturnal Transmissions channel. Stories are based on prompts submitted by the players, one of which was randomly chosen each round. Characters are © their respective players.

Upsizing Marketing

feat. Shadohime & Cervantes

Round 4 Random Draw

"This way, sir."

A petite mouse in a stiffly-pressed suit gestured towards Cervantes. The broad-shouldered unicorn rose to his hooves and had to dip his head to avoid stabbing his spiral horn into the ceiling. At just over eight feet tall at the ears, Cervantes often found traditional offices claustrophobic, and so far SynTech's corporate campus was no exception. Fortunately, years of practice meant Cervantes rarely left scratches in ceilings and door jams from his foot-and-a-half-long horn anymore.

"Just through here, please."

"Uh... where's Ms. Shadohime? I'm supposed to interview with her about a position in marketing..."

"Yes, sir, just this way please."

The mouse opened a door and a gust of wind surprised the stallion, who quickly fastened the buttons at the front of his large suit coat. It stretched around his massive shoulders and showed off the bulges of his biceps, visible even through several layers of fabric. The unicorn's glossy silver-white hide shone as he stepped through the door and onto a roof, where he realized a waiting helicopter was causing the gusts to buffet him.

"Ms. Shadohime will see you now!" the mouse called out before ducking back into the hallway and closing the door behind her.

The helicopter pilot motioned for Cervantes to get on board, but the stallion paused. For one, he knew his weight, and last he checked he clocked in at over 500 pounds. The muscular unicorn also considered his height in approaching those rapidly rotating blades. He'd have to duck quite low to clear them. The pilot kept signaling him to come on board, so with one last dubious look at the tiny doors on the helicopter cockpit, he bent over until his huge chest pressed into his knees while he trotted beneath the blades to the cab.

Clambering in took a few tries, but he managed to squeeze his tremendous bulk into the back half of the helicopter, which lifted off the moment he got the door closed. The unicorn slouched on the metal floor of the helicopter, leaning against the back of the passenger seat as his stomach fell out from under him. The view of the horizon rotated rapidly as he reached out and grabbed onto the hanging handles near the doors to steady himself as the machine tilted. Through the windows, the muscular stallion saw an enormously large complex of buildings come into view. Sunlight glittered off the roof, which was composed of thousands of panes of clear glass. The building itself looked large, but Cervantes soon realized that his conception of its size was wrong.

The place was massive. As the helicopter dropped towards a large "H" on one part of the roof of the largest building with no glass, Cervantes understood its true size. Each building was at least a thousand feet tall and occupied thousands of acres of real estate. They were built off the SynTech campus on recently acquired land and were visible for miles around, but appeared stunted and small compared to the looming SynTech Tower several miles away. Cervantes hadn't been this close before, but now understood just how insanely large these places were.

What's more, they appeared as though they were fairly traditional office buildings, albeit on a massively oversized scale. There were even enormous doors that were ludicrously large even for the largest of 18-wheeler trucks.

Cervantes closed his eyes as the helicopter bumped down. The pilot thumbed towards the door, so the unicorn crouched low and ran out from under the blades and across the helipad towards a large door. It was at least 20 feet tall and eight feet wide, and slid open seamlessly as he approached.

"Mr. Cervantes? This way, please."

The stallion gaped. Standing in a hallway almost twenty feet wide and forty feet tall stood a petite mouse girl the twin of the mouse from the previous building - only this one stood at least fifteen feet tall, almost twice the height of the unicorn. He stared up at her - she was proportional and identical in all ways to her smaller sister, but just on a massive scale.

The unicorn nodded as she turned and primly walked through the oversized hallway and opened a door to an elevator, ignoring several closed doors along the way.

"Ms. Shadohime will see you now."

Ever more dubious of the circumstances in which this interview was being conducted, Cervantes nevertheless boarded the elevator. He'd heard stories of unusual hiring practices at the massive corporation before - it was well-known that the company appreciated testing its potential hires in unusual ways, which was part of how they managed to place people in their most appropriate job positions. Cervantes had already interviewed in two other departments - first security, then corporate security, who inexplicably transferred him to marketing.

The elevator doors closed behind him. It was a large elevator, of course, almost thirty-foot square and about twenty feet tall. As the huge contraption started down all by itself, panels on the front and sides opened, revealing a breathtaking view of a kaiju-sized office. Half a dozen desks occupied walls, separated into cubicles. Enormous keyboards and computers, oversized rolling chairs, and even a water cooler larger than most skyscrapers added to the surrealness of the scene opening before the unicorn's stunned eyes.

As the elevator descended further, Cervantes realized this was only the top floor, and he soon passed through the floor to the basement level, which featured an even more enormous room decked out with gigantic office furniture, gleaming desk lights, and bookshelves full of books with spines more than fifty feet tall.

What really caught Cervantes's attention, however, was not the normal, if abnormally large, office decor, but the abnormally huge naga-wolf resting on her coils behind the rosewood desk. If the entire room from floor to ceiling measured a thousand feet high, Cervantes's best guess was the naga could stretch herself at least that long. Her powerful, shifting coils curled around in on themselves behind the desk as she glanced up, watching the elevator lower to a certain distance before pausing. A projected image of the unicorn, enlarged to hundreds of times his original size, appeared above the nagawolf's desk. She leaned forward, resting her large black muzzle on her hands as she stared at the unicorn's picture. A black suit coat tailored to highlight her wide, powerful shoulders clung to her chest, which stretched forward, disproportionately large even for a titan like her. A dark purple button-up blouse strained to contain her enormous bosoms as she nodded her head, speaking towards the projection. Because it lay in line with the elevator, Cervantes had the unsettling feeling of speaking face to giant-face from within the enclosed elevator.

"Ah, Mr. Cervantes," the nagawolf said, her voice low and booming. "Pleasure to finally meet you. I heard you've been getting the run-around from the other managers who aren't quite sure what to do with you."

"I guess you could say that," the unicorn said. "But I think there's been a mistake - I was here to interview for a job in marketing?"

"That's where you are," Shadohime said, grinning. The titaness leaned back against her own shifting, coiling serpentine lower half. The unicorn's eyes widened when he caught the flashes of the giant naga's lupine sheath and balls amidst the coils, though he couldn't tell if the flashes were purposeful or inadvertent.

"I guess you could say that the marketing department at SynTech is the biggest in the business," the naga continued. "There's no job too large for us to handle, etc. Believe me, we've heard them all. Anyways, we need a new marketing director - someone to coordinate between the marketing departments. You know, art design, client consulting, project leads and the like."

Cervantes nodded along, though he was somewhat distracted as the half-serpent wolfess shifted again, leaning forward and showing off the vast depths of her endless cleavage.

"It's a powerful job and a demanding one at that. The director would report directly to me and function as a second in command to make sure everyone is performing at their peak."

"That definitely sounds like a job I'd be interested in," Cervantes said, trying to keep his eyes on the titaness's face and not her tits.

"And per your resume and previous interviews, you'd be a good candidate. Unfortunately, there's the size issue." The wolfess paused and licked her lips, eyes dipping up and down for a brief moment. Inside the elevator, Cervantes's ears twitched at the sound of an electric motor turning a camera to change the view. "Don't get me wrong, you're an impressive specimen, but as you saw on your way in, marketing department employees are of a slightly larger stature."

"I see," Cervantes said, deflating slightly. He nodded and forced a smile. "Well, I'd like to thank you for the opportunity to come in and interview re... regardless..."

The stallion's words trailed off as he sniffed the air inside the elevator. His nostrils flared as he looked around.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Cervantes?" Shadohime asked, leaning forward to look through the projection straight towards the elevator, which was stopped about halfway down the wall opposite her desk.

"Do you smell something?"

As if on cue, billows of a bright pink mist flooded the elevator, immediately obscuring the unicorn stallion inside, save for the muscular male's silhouette as he pressed against the glass.

"Cervantes? Cervantes?" Shadohime called out, sliding out from behind the desk and lifting herself up into the air to get a better view of the unicorn's predicament. Her long and slender tail tip picked up the receiver of her phone on the desk and tapped a few buttons as she focused on the elevator, trying to see through the billowing clouds of pink mist inside.

"Maintenance, get someone to the elevators please. No, the regular-sized elevators, yes, in my office. Check the vent ducts."

Shadohime returned her attention to the elevator. Inside the contained box, the pink darkened to a deep red as the density of the mist grew and grew. Concerned, the wolfnaga contemplated trying to break open the elevator to free the unicorn inside.

She reached forward, but stopped short when something smacked into the glass, obscuring most of the front of the elevator. The shape moved, shifting back and forth as the black shadow filled in around the rest of the interior, until the whole thing turned a deep, almost black shade of crimson.

Startled by the sudden motion, Shadohime paused, not wanting to accidentally injure the tiny - by comparison to herself - unicorn in the process of freeing him. But as the moments passed, the wolfnaga's resolve to interfere grew, especially seeing as plumes of pink blasting from tiny cracks growing along the sides of the box.

Once more Shadohime reached out towards the elevator, but this time snapped her black-furred fingers back as the three glass walls of the elevator shattered outwards, raining tiny fragments down towards the mammoth carpet on the floor below. As the enormous cloud of pink mist dissipated into the air, Shadohime's eyes focused on the pulsing, growing silver-white hide of the unicorn, who was bent over on top of himself and stuffed to the brim inside the opened elevator. Legs and arms and a head spilled out of the sides as his body visibly grew, swelling larger. Strands of his suit coat drifted away from his glistening, heaving sides and hips as he flexed, his incredibly large arms, causing the roof of the elevator to buckle outwards. The cable holding the machine snapped, but Shadohime didn't need to reach out to catch the unicorn.

She just watched, eyes wide, as the unicorn not so much fell as stood, stretching his arms and legs outwards, breaking the elevator into chunks of twisted metal and plastic and engine parts that showered around his growing body. With every gasping breath, the enormous, muscular unicorn's legs thickened, his shoulders grew, his chest ballooned, and his overall height spiked upwards - fifty feet, a hundred, two hundred...

And with his growth came side effects. Shadohime's eyes narrowed as the light silver unicorn's maleness stretched up and out, flexing forward and unwrapping from the powerful, taut set of balls beneath. The wolfnaga grinned as she watched, slithering from from behind the desk before speaking into the handset still held up near her head.

"Maintenance... check the vents, but our guest is no longer trapped in the elevator..."

The naga's tail returned the handset to the receiver as she slithered further forward, lifting her wolf-like upper torso to her regular height, now matched by the gasping and fully-aroused unicorn stallion leaning into the wall behind him. Cervantes had one hand on top of his magnum shaft, pushing it down, as his pecs flexed and twitched, causing his dark gray nips to harden as they bounced. His deep-cut abs rippled, showing off every single dip and bulge in his glistening twelve-pack. The herculean unicorn groaned, shuddering, knees trembling, as he realized he was now the wolfnaga's equal in size.

Shadohime reached out coils unraveling to reveal her own plus-sized maleness as she leaned forward, her suit coat stretching around her oversized chest as she leaned into the muscular stallion.

"I don't know what just happened," she said, nostrils flaring at the aroused male's strong scent, "but I believe the position is yours if you want it."

"And maybe... a few other positions... as well," Cervantes huffed. His hands stretched out, wrapping around Shadohime's shoulders. The newly enlarged, kaiju-sized unicorn's legs flexed as his huge hoof scraped over the floor, widening his stance. His massive horsecock slid forwards, grinding up against Shadohime's belly. The tip pushed up under the wolfnaga's button-up blouse, stretching the purple fabric lewdly as the obscenely thick maleness flexed deep in her cleavage. She let out a happy groan and pressed forward, grinding her plump sheath into the root of the unicorn's fat cock until her own oversized length spilled out.

The massive buttons clattered down around them as they popped off one after another, torn through by Cervantes's massive arousal. A splurt of thick, clear pre-cum soaked down the top before the unicorn pumped his hips upwards, ripping the shirt and jacket completely off the groaning serpent-wolf's shoulders.

They tumbled together, shifting and rolling, until Shadohime ended up on top of the unicorn, the big stallion's arousal slipping and sliding through her cleavage to meet her long and thick tongue. Lower, her undulating coils wrap around the stallion's hips and legs as the wolfnaga's arousal stretches upwards, poking at the stallion's fat, swollen balls. More of Shadohime's coils slither around, smooth and supple scales squeezing sensually around Cervantes's silver-white hide. The wolfnaga grins as he bucked his hips, especially once her coils wrapped around the base of his cock and his balls, squeezing and rippling endlessly, caressing and teasing as only Shadohime, with her incredibly long and flexible lower body, could accomplish.

Cervantes closed his eyes, head tipping back as he felt his arms pulled to his sides. The serpentine motions intensified, grinding his arousal between Shadohime's warm and deep orbs, all while her wolfshaft teased between his legs. By the time the tip prodded forward, the massively muscular unicorn was almost begging for it. The need intensified deep in the pit of his stomach as her coils tightened further, intensifying the rippling movements tickling his cock and balls, digging into his abs, teasing the depths of his own hard, bulging pecs.

"Yessssss," both naga and stallion moaned in unison as they pressed together, joining in a mass of muscular horse and serpent features until it was hard to tell one from the other. Shifting, roiling, pulsing, they rolled over again and again, muzzles open, kissing and licking wherever they could reach as pleasure coursed through both their gigantically large bodies. Cervantes found the pleasure even more intense, hundreds of times as sensitive at his new macro size, and couldn't help but squeeze and clench his powerful glutes around the invading wolfcock, treating Shadohime to the tightest rump she'd ever known.

The wolfnaga's claws scraped down his hide, pulling him in close and tight as she wrapped all five hundred feet of herself up around and around the muscular stallion, discovering all sorts of splendid little ripples of muscle and tendons and spaces to explore and tease with her smooth scales. The stallion bucked hard, pumping between her overgrown melons, thrusting madly as the pleasure intensified, though soon finding himself unable to fully release thanks to the ever-tightening grip of the macro-naga's coils around the root of his cock.

The stallion whinnied, gasping, flexing and stretching, bucking in her grip, too dazed with pleasure to do much more than struggle in her vice-like coils. His cock flared, pulsing, flexing and bumping as his body pushed past its climax and into something new. He whinnied even louder, piercing, as the naga's coils suddenly loosed.

Shadohime's gasp was cut off in a massive blast of equine seed. The sheer musk and scent of the intense blast triggered her own orgasm and she slumped forward, taking one shot after another on the underside of her muzzle, soaking her neck and chest in waves of warm jizz while her own maleness emptied inside the clenching, muscular unicorn rump beneath her.

Their groans shook the floor as they shared a uniquely pleasurable climax. Cervantes panted hard, muzzle tipped back, horn stuck into the side of the desk as his chest and pecs heaved, twitching as he managed to free his hands and reach out to grasp the naga's oversized black-furred chest, groping at the fat, hard nips, smearing his own thick seed around and making even more a mess of her pelt.

"I'll... take the job," Cervantes moaned, eyes swiveling in his skull as his fingers dug into the naga's sides.

"Wonderful... I'll teach you the ropes... personally," the wolfnaga said, grinning down at the panting, exhausted stallion. His half-hard shaft pulsed between her breasts as she leaned into him, a near purr of a growl rumbling out of her plump lips. "Also, where to find clothes. Once you're this big, you can't just get them anywhere..."

The end