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Delayed Reaction

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

SynTech Slushpile Commission #6

Characters © Korboryn

Content warning: m/m, muscle growth, size difference, cum inflation

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Somewhere deep in the underground maze of laboratories, research rooms, storage facilities, and engineering shops underneath SynTech Tower, in a room marked only GTU8812-12 in large black letters across the stainless steel door, a fox rolled his eyes and pouted.

"What do you mean, you didn't enjoy yourself last night?" the russet-furred male asked, gesturing with his black-socked paws as he spoke. He was thin in the shoulders and hips, lanky and only lightly toned judging from how the white lab coat hung around his frame. His black-tipped ears twisted around as his voice got louder. He turned and spread his arms wide, lifting the coat and showing the decidedly workplace-inappropriate garb beneath: a skimpy pair of booty shorts and a midriff tank that draped threads over his bare white belly. "It was the best club, on the best night, of the entire week! You had to enjoy at least a little of it."

On the other side of the lab, a tall and broad-shouldered dragon with a large and wide muzzle shook his head. A pair of white horns spiraled from the top of his head, to either side of a ridge of white triangular scales running vertically down the back of his head and neck, getting smaller down his back, before enlarging again along the wide base of his tail. The white ridge was glossy and reflected the light unlike his matte scales, which shifted and pulled around his head and neck with supple flexibility as he spoke.

"Drinks were alright."

There was a long pause, then Riley threw his paws up in the air even higher and hopped on his feet.

"The drinks! The drinks! He talks about the drinks! A big, buff, sexy, and RECENTLY single dragon goes to a club, and all he talks about is the drinks!"

The blue-scaled male glanced across the lab, lifting his head from the station where he was carefully measuring pink fluids into a series of small cylindrical plastic containers with rubber stops at the end.

"You're not still mad about that?" he grunted, less a question than a statement.

The fox grinned, bright white teeth shining as he bounced across the room and leaned on the table with both palms spread in front of the dragon.

"As if breaking up with you for the fourth time, was it, could possibly put a damper on my mood," the fox said, sticking his tongue out. "Besides, the incoming messages on Humpr were really piling up until last weekend."

The dragon rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the task at hand. The fox turned around and jumped onto the counter next to the workstation to get a higher seat. His tail flicked down and brushed against the dragon's hips.

"Aw, don't be like that, baby, I know I broke your heart," the fox said, still grinning. "I figured taking you out to a club and setting you up with some cute, adoring twink who couldn't say no to your hot bod would cheer you up."

"Weren't really dating," Diego grunted.

"Psh. Semantics."

The fox hopped off the counter and walked around behind Diego, then slipped his fingers around the dragon's belly, closing the flaps of his lab coat.

"Tell me you didn't imagine us far into the future, old and gray, the great grandkids calling as we vacation on a beach somewhere..."

Diego's tail lifted vertically, shifted to the side, and then dropped directly over the top of Riley's head, flattening the fox's ears and making him scrunch up his neck as he tried to get out of the way.The dead weight of the tail, which was much broader at the base near the seat of Diego's suit pants then at the narrow tip, fell heavily across the smaller male's shoulders.

"Ah, playing hard to get. I see."

The dragon set down the precise, difficult-to-use eyedropper tool he was using to transfer the volatile chemicals, turned his broad head towards the smirking fox, and frowned as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Focus, Riley."

The fox pouted again as he flounced back to his station, where he was assembling a series of connected pneumatic tubes, pressure gauges, and electronics together in a teeny tiny little black case no larger than the size of a smartphone. He leaned over his workstation and plopped the magnifying headset over his muzzle.

"Are all dragons so passionate about not having a good time, or is it just you, Diego?" the fox asked.

"Fine," the dragon said, the tip of his ridged tail flicking with annoyance. "I enjoyed some of the music too."

The fluffy, black-tipped vulpine tail immediately wiggled side to side. "I knew it!"

"Anyways, I'm almost done here. Are you ready with the new injector?"

"Yep. If this prototype works, we'll be able to give it to contestants and not have to worry about the drip bags anymore. Big upgrade with the subdermal research they did a while back."

"So let's get the results recorded."

The dragon gathered the various tubes of pink fluid and carried them over to the fox's workbench. Together, they carefully set them into a sturdy frame bolted to the floor along with the small black box full of components. The tubes locked in with their rubber tips and a small hiss of air signaled pressurization was complete. Making sure their goggles were in place, the fox and dragon took a step back as they initialized the device.

A few puffs and gurgles were all the noise they could hear as the pink fluids in the tubes dropped lower and lower, being powerfully compressed and aeresolized inside the small case. When released, a filter converted the aerosol back into a liquid to be absorbed by the wearer during the shows.

Or so the theory went. Riley and Diego held their breath as they watched the system go to work, until the small unit let a single low "beep" and turned on a small green light in the corner.

"Yes!"

"It worked!"

The fox and dragon hugged each other tight, and the fox even jumped into the air. It was the first time Diego smiled all day, before the big male coughed and stepped back, pushing back Riley as the fox tried to cling on for a kiss with closed eyes. The labels of his lab coat parted, revealing the formal button-up shirt, tie, and traditional black slacks around the large male's hips.

"Ugh, okay," Diego said, moving forward and leaving the disappointed vulpine behind. "So far so good. Compression is holding and there's no sign of damage to the dispersal unit."

The dragon carefully pulled the device from the stand and disconnected the small cables feeding into it. Though the top side was smooth and black, eventually there'd be a SynTech logo of some kind. On the other side, it appeared to be smooth as well, though looking at the device under a microscope would reveal millions of tiny needles, each capable of delivering a tiny microdose of SynTech's patented transformational chemicals to a contestant on the game shows. The device connected and distributed automatically, working off of connected AI through wireless signals in the air. It was the result of close to three years of effort by the dragon and fox team.

Diego grinned as he turned around and held the device up in front of him.

"This is gonna really make the case for raises. Maybe even promotions!" he said. "Riley, just think of what this can- oof!"

"Oh, Diego, I can't wait to see what hap- aah!"

The fox picked that moment to rush in for another hug, just as the dragon was holding up the small black device in his fingers. When Riley's shoulders pushed into him, the needle-laden bottom half of the device pushed down into his chest - and stayed there.

"Uh oh," the fox said, nose pushing into the lab coat just beneath the device. Already he could see it disposing of the fabric underneath it to ensure a solid connection with the recipient, just like they'd designed it to.

"Uh oh? UH OH!" Diego said, eyes going wide. His claws reached up and tried to grab the device to rip it off, but Riley stopped him.

"No, wait! Remember the duct tape?"

The dragon closed his eyes, winced, then shuddered and relaxed his fingers.

"Okay. What do we do?"

"Uh... let's see... it should be connecting to the main AI already," Riley said. He ran to the nearest computer in the lab and tapped commands into it. "Oops."

The dragon's tail tip flicked upwards with agitation. His broad muzzle spread into a wider frown as he glared down at his chest, where a frame of his blue scales now surrounded the hole in his lab coat. He tugged the white coat off and tossed it aside, then his shirt as well, revealing his muscular chest and toned belly, clear signs of hitting the gym on a regular basis. The device attached to his upper left pec, slightly dimpling the blue scales as it readied itself for full operation - the light in the corner turned yellow, then back to green before switching off.

"Uh... any time now, Riley," the dragon said. The light flashed green every few seconds. That meant it was primed.

"Okay, so," the fox said, lifting his head to stare at the dragon, "someone left the computer in diagnostic, and that means it has to run the program before we can shut it down. We also can't disable the injection."

"Someone?"

"Yes, a handsome red-furred individual. He's very popular with the boys, and is crushed by his exes casual disregard for his feelings. But back to what's important, though. Are you ready for some questions?"

The dragon's jaw dropped. "I have to play the game?"

"First contestant, come on down. It's already got the questions generated. No answers, of course. It's designed to run for at least five questions."

Diego leaned back and slumped into a chair. The metal legs protested as his huge tail draped out the backside.

"What is this day," he asked, head tipping back so he didn't have to look at the device on his chest anymore.

"Alright, stud, time for your first question according to the computer here."

The fox's eyes scanned across the screen as he read.

"Welcome to another exciting edition of Questionable Content, the game show where contestants get contested contests to contest contests."

There was a long pause that Diego eventually broke.

"Text generator needs work."

"Yeah."

"Wasn't that trouble ticket in your queue?"

"Moving on... please welcome our first contestant to the stage, insert name - I mean, Diego! Thanks for being here, Diego. Wait for contestant to rep- I mean, uh, thanks for being here."

The dragon didn't say anything and the fox made a face and move his paws to encourage him.

"Uh, thanks. Great to be here."

The screen in front of the fox changed.

"Alright, Diego, here's your first question. Question. Question."

The fox's eyes rapidly scanned down the screen, then he turned to look at Diego.

"There's no question."

"No question?"

"It's broken."

"The program is broken, no question?"

The fox closed his eyes and waited a moment. "The text generator didn't create a question, just the word 'question' a couple hundred times."

The dragon shrugged. "So the answer is answer. Maybe it doesn't matter since we have to play through five questions at least anyways."

The screen lit up and changed again, and Riley turned to watch as the little black box's light lit up in a bright, flashing red before turning back to green. The fox and dragon both waited, watching and looking for any sign of change in the dragon's body. The dragon tensed as he closed his eyes and calmed his breathing, trying to feel any telltale signs of warmth in his chest or limbs. All the contestants remarked in their post-game interviews about how warm they felt. But the dragon's heart thudded normally and there was no unusual sensations.

After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and looked at Riley, but the fox just shrugged. The screen started to flash, encouraging Riley to move on to the next question.

"Question two, I guess," Riley said, shaking his head as he turned back to the screen. "Maybe we got a bum batch of chemicals or something. Maybe the injectors aren't working. Could be something blocked in the compression nozzles."

"I told them I wanted fresh chems," Diego said with a snort. "The juicemaker told me this stuff was still hot from the final mixer. And we both triple-checked those parts together."

"Well, I don't know why, but it's not doing much for you now. Anyways, here's the next question. You're gonna love this: If tiger lion bear tiger lion bear, how wolves?"

"How wolves?"

"How wolves."

"That doesn't make any sense."

The screen lit up and Riley's eyes opened. "Well, apparently that is the correct answer according to the computer."

The black device on the dragon's chest flashed red again, strobing for three or four seconds before turning to green. Each time it turned red like that, a dose injected into his scales, subdermally spreading through his system - or at least, that's how it was supposed to work. But Diego still felt no effects from the fast-acting transformational chemicals. After he and Riley waited in silence for a few minutes, Diego spoke up. His tail flipped side to side with agitation.

"Must be a bad batch. I'm gonna have to talk to that juicer later. By the way, the diagnostic game isn't set to anything crazy, right?"

"Five and done, I think. Maybe six. Third question..."

And so it continued - the computer spitting out random nonsense for questions and accepting any input as a valid answer, and each time rewarding Diego with a few more doses. After the sixth question, Diego was able to force a fail by timing out, and the program shut down. The device detached itself from the dragon's chest and fell into his fingers.

"Well, that was exciting, wasn't it?" Riley asked, stepping up and plucking it from Diego's paws so he could examine it more closely. "It worked exactly as intended. I was worried the compression was too high, but nothing looks blown out and the needles are all straight. I wonder what's going on with it. What do you think, Diego?"

The fox examined the device closely, using his claws to pop it open and peer inside. His eyes went wide.

"Diego, there's not a drop left in the device. It didn't just dose you with five! But why isn't it activating? You should have been blowing up after the first!"

There was a low moan from the chair. The fox froze, remembering that noise from the nights he managed to convince the muscular dragon to come home with him. That was not a sound Diego would make outside the bedroom.

The room seemed to dim, and when Riley turned around, the device fell from his fingers and clattered to the floor. Diego loomed in front of him, shirtless, breathing hard, pecs bulging and flexing, almost spasming, as the dragon's nostrils flared open with each exhaustive snort. Riley's eyes dropped over the big male's belly and down to his thighs, where in the dark black slacks, the thick outline of a maleness moved and shifted, clearly expanding and growing not just harder, but larger overall. His belly and chest expanded with each breath, but never seemed to contract as the huge pecs distended outwards, round and full and glistening as Diego's dark blue scales glimmered and stretched.

"Uh... Diego? You okay? Maybe those doses had some kick after all, huh?" Riley asked, taking a step backwards. He'd seen enough episodes of SynTech's game shows to know what happened to anyone around a contestant when they got like this. Even though his eyes did keep darting down to the growing, powerful male's wide hips and the tantalizingly thick bulge flexing outwards against the slacks.

The fox's ears went back as Diego's eyes narrowed to slits, pupils mere pinpoints. The male's muzzle opened as he leaned forward, hands stretching out, pushing Riley back against the workbench. The fox's tail curled between his legs, and he moaned when he felt a huge pec smoosh up against his face, accompanied by eager groans and growls from the dragon. With his eyes inches from the big male's scales, Riley could see the individual seams of the tiny, reflective skin as it pulled and squeezed around the shifting, growing muscles along his arms and sides. His six-pack hardened, getting more deeply cut as more abdominal bulges formed above and below, covering the entirety of the dragon's lighter blue belly with power.

"Nnnngghhh... Riley... it's so warmmmmm..."

The dragon's muzzle opened and pressed forward as his body squeezed harder into the fox. Riley's eyes went wide, about the only part of him besides his paws still visible past the dragon's growing bulk. His legs spread automatically as he felt the huge arms wrap around his lower back and squeeze him forward, burying him in the growing scent of draconic arousal. The ridges over Diego's eyes thickened as his features widened, broader and even more heavy than before. His growls grew deeper, guttural and rough, as Riley felt sharp, long claws dragging through the deep fur on his slender hips and back. The enormous dragon's body continuously bulked up, filling his shoulders until most of his neck disappeared into them. His massive biceps were each three or four times bigger around than Riley's head, and the fox could feel the dragon's hard belly and pecs squeeze into him, pinning him into those massive arms.

With Diego's tongue shoved down his muzzle and his body unable to move, he couldn't do much as the large dragon's figure went through the familiar "phase 1" of a Questionable Content contestant: incredible arousal, general overall growth to prime whatever came later, and a good bit of stalk added to the thick, dark blue maleness now tenting at the slack and threatening to rip right through. Riley's tail twitched behind him, rump cheeks clenching as the dragon's powerful body rubbed against him, rough and hard and eager to get even closer.

The fox was torn. On the one hand, Diego was clearly under the influence of the drugs, which normally they would have been able to counteract by disabling the device's injectors. Of course, diagnostic mode made that impossible. On the other hand, the dragon's shoulders already looked amazing, bulging and thickening and growing by the moment, and the big male didn't seem like he was going to let the fox go anyways. The russet-furred vulpine shuddered, fully aroused despite the seriousness of the situation, as he felt the thickness of Diego's length grind into his belly and thighs. The veins were so plump he could feel them through the fabric of their clothes and his own fur.

"Oh, fuck, Diego... you're so big already..."

The dragon was, unlike most Questionable Content contestants, unrestrained during his sudden surge in hormones, pheromones, and growth supplements. He could easily satisfy every urge that seared his brain as the intense heat spread through his arms and legs. There was no need to focus, to concentrate on silly questions. There was only the need to satisfy the lust brimming from within, filling Deigo with desire unlike anything he'd felt before. As Riley squirmed and squeezed against his bulging pants, the dragon's nostrils flared even wider.

"Oof! Oh! Oh, Diego! Watch the tail!"

A huge arm left a dent in the metal top of the workbench, then slid to the side, clearing it before the groaning, gasping body of the fox tumbled on top of it. Diego wasted no time approaching the end, grabbing the fox's ankles, and hauling him forward. Riley gasped as he slid across the top of the workbench on his back, causing his shirt and lab coat to ride up and pull behind his head, trapping his arms as it wrapped around the handles and other debris. Only his muzzle poked out of the folds of fabric as he wriggled, legs spread around the growing dragon's hips as the sharp claws tore at his clothes.

Diego took care of his own pants next, finally freeing his massive arousal. Riley let out a quavering groan when the massive member slapped down across his thighs and belly. It was easily as thick as his own thigh and long enough to stretch from his fingertips to his elbow. Riley wriggled as blobs of pre-cum soaked into his furry, flat white belly.

"Uh... Diego... you're gonna... hold on, you're gonna go slow, right? And wait, aren't you still getting... oh, fuck, you're still growing... oh, Diego... oh, Diego! Ohhhh!"

The huge, dark blue tip squeezed under the fox's balls, dimpling in his rump cheeks as thick, clear pre-cum dripped over the edge of the workbench onto the floor below. The fat crown flattened against the fox's rump, forcing thick pre-cum to lube the way ahead of it, as Riley's muzzle dropped at the sensation of being already filled with so much warm, sticky dragon essence. Diego's thickness throbbed with stiffness, still growing along with the rest of his body, as he pushed forward. Riley's muzzle stretched wide and the fox's shoulders curled, hips and back arching as the massive thickness speared him open. Huge scaled fingers wrapped around the fox's hips, pulling him forward, as Riley's legs were forced straight out to the sides. Diego was so wide that he couldn't get his knees to bend around the muscle-dragon's hips. The workbench shuddered and creaked, bolts tearing and metal ripping as the dragon's growing bulk shoved forward, hammering the fox with a massive arousal that kept opening him wider now matter how deep it went.

Riley's fingers wrapped around Diego's arms, though by this point he was barely able to reach the dragon's biceps. The enormous arms tensed and bulged, and a quavering groan from Riley drew him somewhat back to reality as the shock of the sudden thickness wore off somewhat. The fox managed to shake the clothes from around his head, lifted his muzzle, and stared at the shifting bulge stroking back and forth in his belly, as a cock almost as wide as his own hips kept grinding in deeper by the moment.

"Diego? What's wrong? Are you okay?" he gasped.

The dragon's body surged forward. The shaft grew longer and fatter as it thrust in, causing Riley's muzzle to explode with a massive "YERF" as his belly bulged anew, lifting upwards, leaving his shoulders and chest dangling from the immense crown clearly outlined by his own fuzzy white stomach. The dragon's hips shifted, each huge ham clenching rhythmically as the second overloaded dose of the chemicals sped through him.

The fox realized what was happening when he felt the massive cock plunge even deeper, completely overwhelming his belly, stretching him impossibly upwards until the fat tip of the dragon's stalk pushed his stomach past his own head above him. The third wave hit a few minutes later, and Riley's brain finally gave in when he felt the knot slam up against his hips.

Diego, for his part, could do little more than ruthlessly, mindlessly, endlessly fuck. The signals the transformational chemicals were giving him drove him past the point of reason as his thighs splintered the supports of the workbench. The enormous dragon, several feet taller and wider than before, simply walked through it as he wrapped one paw around Riley's hips, tugging the squirming, groaning fox down harder. The thick knot inflated rapidly at the base of the dragon's cock, adding additional length and mass to the already supersized organ. The fox's stomach bloated, lurching, and he gurgled as the enormous dragon, close to ten feet tall by now, simply rotated him around the massive shaft. The fox's belly slung down low, sloshing audibly as the tip of the immense cock pistoned in hard, making the stretched out white-furred stomach slump right into the floor with a wet bounce.

The fourth dose pumped the muscular male up even larger, adding another foot or two in height. His chest was enormous, seven or eight times as big around as Riley's even with the monstrously huge shaft still stretching his wriggling body. The fox's gasps of pleasure and bucking, twitching hips as he came again and again under the onslaught of masculine energy left him little else to do. The dragon was in full control. His body swelled, huge thighs like iron rippled with enormous bands of muscle down to his knees and calves. The dragon's scales stretched across his bulging figure; without fur, every little detail, divot, and shadow held the promise of more powerful dragonflesh to explore. Diego leaned over, one hand on the back of Riley's shoulders, pinning him into his own inflated stomach, while the other held onto one of the fox's ankles, pulling and holding it tight in his oversized paw.

Diego slammed his hips forward, dragged them back, and listened with a plenty-fanged grin to the cries of his fox-lover below. As it stood in the moment, Riley could do little but ragdoll as the massive dragon twisted his entire body around. Riley's tail flattened across the dragon's chest, sticking to his pecs and squeezing hard, as the enormous dark blue maleness lurched deep again. The dragon's huge balls swung forward, knocking the fox's legs to the sides and swinging up to bounce off the small male's swollen and distended belly. The muscle growth continued as the fox swung around, fully impaled, both hands clutching at the stomach and feeling the heat and warmth of the outlined mega-cock beneath the fur.

Diego's final dose hit him hard. He fell to his knees and then onto his forearms. The dragon's hips screwed into the floor, squeezing the fox so hard the bulge in his belly flattened and huge gushes of clear, musky seed rolled from his muzzle, forced up his throat by the flattening. He gurgled as the rich, masculine taste drooled from his nostrils as well. The dragon's claws wrapped around his shoulders. Diego needed only one hand to squeeze the fox's torso down against the base of his cock, but used both as he closed his eyes and humped, humped, humped, hard and fast, grinding his knot against the impossibly stretched foxbutt. He was half-standing above the upturned vulpine ass, huge sac battering Riley's thighs and legs with each sloshing, churning, growing piledriver of a thrust. Again and again he filled the fox, grinding him down into the floor with the weight of his massive new body, easily twice Riley's height. The dragon felt incredible as he stuffed his cock to the knot again, toying with the fox, whose fingers scrabbled across the floor as the enormous ball of sensitive cockflesh tensed up at the stretched hole.

"Nngghh... oh, fuck... oh, fuck, Diego... ohhhhhhh, fuck..."

Riley splayed across the floor, drooling, gurgling, swallowing and spitting up seed as the dragon's hips went to town on his own, though suddenly and without warning, Riley's eyes went wide. He clamped his muzzle shut and even pinched his nostrils as a huge groan rang through the room, followed by a wet slap and a gut wrenching pop.

The fox's hips spread around the knot, now firmly lodged in his belly, as the first few blasts of thick dragonseed bloated the white-furred belly, lifting the male a few feet off the floor as he struggled to keep his muzzle clamped shut. His stomach sloshed forward, then pulled back, momentarily revealing the sticky mess coming from the fully erect shaft and curiously large sac dropping down beyond the swell of his swollen stomach. Claws raked down Riley's back and sides as Diego's panting moans continued through what felt like a never-ending orgasm. The massive knot twitched as the fox's improvised seal gave way; fountains of white cum sprayed from his muzzle and nostrils like it was being fired by a water cannon.

Some sense returned to Diego, who marveled at his massive new size and flexed his biceps. His muzzle opened, tongue out, as the waves of pleasure rolled across him. He was still growing, too, and would for at least another fifteen or so minutes, which would make removing his hugely inflated knot from the cum-flooded fox even more difficult. But that was a challenge he would relish.

The massive dragon sighed as the flexing cock continued to unload inside the fox. There was no chance of him popping off, either, thanks to the enormous knot. Diego shuddered and wrapped his paws around the fox's hugely stretched rump cheeks, digging his fingers into the red and white fur until Riley's groaning gurgles increased in volume. The ample backside filled the dragon's paws, growing larger and swelling outward the longer Diego kept the small vulpine knotted.

With the fox still wriggling and clenching, the dragon blinked and shook his head, trying to push away the lustful, inarticulate thoughts brought on by the overloaded surge of chemicals in his body. He managed to start walking, using his paws to keep Riley's inflated body from dragging on the floor as he turned around. A trail of thick cum followed, and though his magnificently hard, sensitive knot made it hard to concentrate after he carried Riley's gurgling figure across the floor to his computer, he did his best to start typing up the report. The fox was angled down, hips hanging from the knot, legs twitching along the enormous blue dragon balls still feeding gallons upon gallons of powerful and potent seed into Riley's curvy new figure.

The blue dragon's claws plucked at the keys, interrupted every few minutes by a gasp or groan, clenched fingers showing every time he got an especially good, thick load off inside the growing, swollen belly of the fox, which he made sure to describe in good and accurate detail in his report on the success of their first test of the device, despite any minor complications.

Diego's right foot lifted up into the air and dropped down on the small of Riley's back, forcing the fox's belly to flatten and spread across the floor. The rush of seed expelled from both ends was rapidly replaced by the bigger male's insatiable erection as the fox wriggled and clenched with desperation.

"Well, now that the report is out of the way, Riley, and our little test was conducted successfully, I'm suddenly feeling in the mood to party. What do you say you come over to my place and we try to patch things up, huh? Maybe reform that bond we used to have?"

Diego grinned as he smacked a paw down across the fox's hips as the male squeezed harder than ever around the pulsing knot.

"Well, I'll take that for a yes, and consider you the prize for winning. It's funny... doesn't this usually happen to the host of that show, too?"

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The next week...

Riley shook his head and shoved the hanger on the rack to the side.

"No, no, no!" he said, eyes narrowing as he peered at the labels. "What's a fox gotta do to find a pair of cute shorts that fit?"

The vulpine male looked over his shoulder and glared at the enormously tall dragon accompanying him to the mall. Diego drew all sorts of attention thanks to his fourteen-foot-tall body and incredibly muscular appearance. Despite wearing what Riley considered far too conservative an outfit - a button-up shirt and a pair of pants that just reached past his knees - the immense blue-scaled male's body couldn't stop bulging in all the best places, especially his enormous pecs, each one easily the size of a large television. The shirt fabric pulled around and underneath each swollen slab of dragon meat, buttons pulling far to the sides and showing hints of the scaly blue beneath.

"This is all your fault, you know, you and you big giant dick," Riley said, his plumped-up lower lip pouting at the bigger male. "I may have left it in diagnostic, but who was it that didn't check the transference levels before loading the device?"

The fox's words were sharp, but his tone was playful. His tail lifted upright, fluffy and wider around in the middle than his shoulders before trailing off to a pointed black tip. With the tail out of the way, his wide hips bounced in full view, showing off the stretchy yoga pants and clumps of red and white fur squeezing through the seams, which were barely held together by visible threads stretching across the gaps. The yoga pants reached barely halfway up his backside, allowing plenty of plump, fat fox rump to spill out and around, while a pair of white furred nuts as large as soccer balls stuck out from the back of his thighs, clearly outlined by the fabric. When he turned out, a thick maleness stretched around the side of his hip, clearly flaccid but easily two feet long despite that, and was plumper and thicker around than his own lean arms. His upper body hardly changed, leaving his massive hips to swell out from his narrow stomach and slight, smooth chest.

Diego didn't say anything because he was too busy staring at the vulpine bottom wiggling in front of him. The front of his pants stretched a bit tighter.

"At least I don't have to buy tops, too."

Diego grunted and looked around, trying to ignore the stares of the other shoppers and refocus his energy on not getting a massive erection in the middle of the store.

"Can we please go to the big and tall store now?" the dragon asked.

"I can't believe you're reducing me to shopping there," Riley said, paging through the hangars one after another as he tried to find anything that would fit. "At the last place, these yoga pants were the biggest thing they had, and they made me buy 'em before I left since they said I ruined them!"

"Big and tall clothes aren't that bad."

"I don't want to wear slacks and button-ups the rest of my life! Though really, I'm gonna make anything look good now that I've got the power of fox ass on my side."

Diego closed his eyes and shook his head as the fox's hips wiggled, bouncing up and down, jiggling and shifting side to side, the mighty ham hocks ready to burst from the yoga pants. The dragon's pants bulged, pulling tighter around the obvious length of obscenely thick and long maleness shoved halfway down the right leg, while the enormous balls stretched the front past his knees.

"Ooh, my, looks like someone's not upset they have to buy me new clothes now after all," Riley said. His teeth glinted as he hefted his hips again, even leaning forward to put his paws on his knees. "Is my big dragon stud getting a little worked up?"

The fox's hips barely reached the top of the dragon's knees as he moved backwards, but Diego's cock draped far enough down for the huge, plump backside to squeeze into it and flatten around. The dragon's lips clenched together and his chest flexed as he went completely rigid, fingers spread and open at his sides.

"The big bad dragon doesn't want to get too worked up?" Riley teased, shifting his hips again. "Don't worry, you aren't contagious anymore, remember? You can pound me all you want, dragon daddy, no problem."

Diego's eyes narrowed, heavy brow furrowing as he dragged his gaze away from Riley's enormously thick backside and towards the changing rooms nearby. The fox gasped as the huge dragon grabbed his wrist and dragged him along, tossing him into the changing room before following in after. The top of his head bobbed over the top of the stall walls and his shoulders squeezed into the tiny space.

The changing room attendant, a short and young-looking lion, stared straight ahead at the counter near the entrance as both of his ears twitched and twirled with every little grunt and gasp that echoed from the short hallway,, along with the sounds of the walls and door being battered and partly splinted by the bulk of the enormous dragon's body. Large triangular spikes snapped through the wood near the base and stuck there, holding the dragon's tail in place before there was another splintering sound and he tugged the tip free.

Only when a huge puddle of white seed started flowing from under the door did the small lion stand up stiffly, adjusting himself as his nostrils flared at the pungent draconic smell filling the store, and knocked politely on the door to the changing room.

Sounds inside stopped and everything went still, though the constant gush of cum under the door didn't slow in the slightest. The knob turned, then opened, and a huge draconic face leaned through. Around the huge width of the blue-scaled shoulders and back, the fox was pinned up against the wall, belly squeezed into the corner, already looking like someone blew up a six-foot balloon inside him. The fox's muzzle was open, cum streaming out, a satisfied and overwhelmed look of pleasure smeared across his face.

The dragon stared at the lion, then began to thrust again, maintaining eye contact as he worked his amazing thickness into the fox, unable to pull out properly because of the small size of the room. The dragon grinned as a large wet spot appeared at the front of the lion's pants.

"S-s-s-sir, I'm afraid I have to ask you to... nnffff... oh, fuck..."

Diego turned back around and spread his thighs, then leaned forward. His enormous backside and tail jutted through the door of the changing room, along with the nearly five-foot-wide ball sack that shoved out between his legs and hung over his calves. The dragon's tail curled around the lion's hips and yanked him off his feet, making him fly face- and chest-first into the huge, warm, swollen balls. The lion's arms and legs clutched around the musky sac as the dragon's hips humped forward harder, faster, slowly forcing his massive knot into the gasping, gurgling fox's belly, as more customers and store associates appeared to watch the carnal display of size and power.

Even when Diego's cock flexed so hard inside the fox that Riley's belly broke through the wall of the changing room, nobody tried to stop - who could control such a massive male as Diego anyways? The dragon growled as he finally ground his knot into the wriggling fox's backside, letting out a lewd moan that everyone in the shop could no doubt hear, as the tidal wave of seed amplified, doubling in volume and causing more than a few people watching to groan sympathetically, the pheromones and musk filling the atmosphere. The dragon growled as he backed up, lion still clinging and worshipping at his balls, the fox drooping, full-bellied and re-inflated all over again, from his enormous shaft. His stomach shoved through the wall while his chest and head pressed into the corner near the ceiling of the changing room, while his legs kicked to the sides around his stomach.

Reaching down, Diego grabbed the clothes Riley picked out with the tips of his huge claws, then strode through the store, heedless of the enormous mess he trailed behind him, or the lewdness with which the overstuffed, bloated fox bobbed and weaved on his shaft in front of him. He paused for a moment near the underwear section of the store and closed his eyes, then reached out and wrapped both paws around Riley's belly. The fox's panting, gasping, gurgles of pleasure continued for a few minutes as Diego took some time to squeeze the huge load from the inflated vulpine's belly, so that Riley wasn't dragging on the floor in front of him due tot he weight of his seed. After paying a stunned clerk at the register, Diego grinned and walked out of the store onto the mall concourse, hips swinging as he walked, flinging Riley's sloshing belly side to side as the moaning lion bounced against his fat sac from behind.

Maybe Riley was right. Shopping was more fun with friends.

The end