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Clothes Make the Hyperdragon

By Danath

Written during Freebies Vol. 81: Brand New You! Edition

For Quil

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Quil was not at all certain that going out in public was a good idea at the moment. There were obvious issues at hand. Or, rather, claw.

The dragon's enormous hoodie hung around her shoulders, draping around her wings with crude incisions made in the fabric up the back. The waistband of the large hoodie managed to stretch almost to her hips, but instead pulled taut higher up, revealing some of her scaled, dark blue belly and the surrounding dark gray scales that covered the rest of her. Quil's breasts, together at least a foot wider than her own shoulders, filled the massive hoodie. The gravity-defying orbs bounced and jiggled with every movement intentional and not, while the fist-sized bumps of her fat nipples scraped up and down in irregular patterns against the fabric. The crude slashes in the back of the hoodie to allow her wings to extend through pulled away from each other, exposing much of her smoothly scaled lower back. With the hood up, only the plump lips and two-toned muzzle of the dragon appeared from beneath the dark gray hood as she shuffled slowly forward through the double-door entrance of the mall.

Quil's cheeks burned. She was already getting stares from other shoppers as she squeezed between the door and the center post between the glass panels. She had to turn sideways and use her hands to stuff her breasts through one at a time, and she grunted when she felt them squeezed and depressed by the metal jamb. A sudden dampness formed around each plump nipple, causing the fabric to pull even tighter and more clearly around her breasts as the soaking spread lower towards the waistband of the hoodie. Quil's tongue flopped over her chin and she gasped as she leaned forward, first one breast and then the other, only for her progress to be halted at her hips.

What would have been a baggy pair of sweatpants on most was, like the dragon's top, stretched and overfilled with the obvious outline of a pair of huge orbs supporting a stalk about as wide as her belly. The tip squeezed down the leg, past where the huge sac pulled the crotch down past her own knees. The base of her enormous stalk squeezed against the door as she twisted her legs through one at a time, then pulled on her tail. A blast of musky, clear pre-cum dribbled from the tip, soaking through the cloth and leaving a trail behind as she managed to eventually stumble free. Her tail hung over the waist and draped towards the floor. It was about as long as she was tall and, like the rest of her, two-toned in dark gray on top and blue on the bottom.

She reached up and pulled her hood more tightly around her head as she walked forward, trying to minimize the sway in her thick rear end. Despite her size, the dragon sported quite the hourglass figure from behind thanks to the sleek curves of her wide hips, narrower stomach, and oversized chest; both her breasts and balls were visible from behind, easily made out through their outlines in the sweatsuit. Quil was still getting used to the weight of such a long tail hanging to the floor and beyond. Dark blue on the underside and a charcoal gray on top, the scaled appendage twisted and flicked side to side behind her with a mind of its own as she shuffled forward. Her knees squeezed into her bloated sac with each step, causing pints of pre to cascade from the fat organ stuffed into the sweatpants every few moments. Quil's eyes darted side to side as she huffed and bit her lip, trying not to moan. The more she tried to maintain a normal walk that didn't jostle her assets about so much, the more pent up she was feeling. The surge of lustful energy was another aspect of her new body that Quil hadn't quite managed to get the hang of yet, and though she'd seen hypers strolling casually around the mall and other places before, some of them even bigger than she'd ended up, Quil never expected to be one of them herself.

Despite the crowd of shoppers throughout the concourse, a path opened for the dragon. Her tail swayed side to side, lifted slightly above the floor to avoid smearing the trail of pre-cum she left in her wake. More than a few nostrils widened and bags shifted to cover bulges as the dragon made her way to the food court. Her sweatshirt wrapped taut around her plump nipples by the time she pulled a chair back from a table and sagged onto the seat - after first checking that it would be able to take her weight. Quil learned that one the hard way already, and she winced at the memory of the bruise left by the failure of her chairs back at home.

"I don't know how you do it," Quil gasped. She leaned forward, causing her chest to spill over the top of the table in front of her, and in a vain attempt at modesty used her arms to somewhat cup her chest and gather it in. "Just trying to get through the doors got me worked up."

Across from the black and blue dragon, her friends squinted at her. One, a dazzling white and emerald snake of massive proportions, reared back slightly and crinkled the broad ridge of her muzzle in a faint attempt at a grin. The other, a chimaera of many different species, cocked his ears and smirked before nudging the snake in the side with his elbow.

"See, I told you it was bad. I mean, c'mon, how can we call ourselves friends when Quil is going around like this."

"I knew it was bad, but I didn't think she had nothing at all to wear! You poor thing!"

"That's why we needed to get her out to the mall."

Quil squirmed under their gazes as they examined the outfit she managed to cobble together - the torn sweatpants, now filling from the ankles up with pre, and the ragged cuts in the back of the sweater to accommodate her wings. Ivy tut-tutted and flicked out her tongue.

"I was going to suggest we eat first, but Quil, we need to make sure you feel comfortable in what you're wearing! Trust me - once you go to this tailor, you'll never go anywhere else."

"Agreed!" Dew said while pushing herself to her feet. "And c'mon, Quil, with a body to kill for like that, you've gotta be feeling the urge to show off just al little bit, hmm?"

The dragon's head dropped as she squirmed in the seat. Ivy grinned and tipped her head up, showing off the glittering bright green fabric wrapped around her upper torso which loosely held her impressive, tripled-up breasts somewhat in place. The gauzy, semi-transparent fabric clung to her front, dipping down in a deep V-cut beneath her light gray neck. The light gray continued down her chest and lower body, which began to taper several feet below the third row of breasts, near where her hips would be if she had legs. Instead, her lower body was smooth and supple, covered in more dazzling white and gray scales all the way down to Ivy's narrow tail tip, which twitched from side to side with consternation. The fabric featured lacing up both sides, allowing it to shift and move along with Ivy's rhythmic moving motions, as well as revealing the line separating the dark gray from the white scales running down her 24 foot-long body.

Next to Ivy, nodding in agreement, Dew dropped the menu he'd been holding and stood. A plain black t-shirt wrapped around the hybrid's shoulders and chest, cupping his not inconsiderable breasts, while a similarly black jacket covered his arms. Dew's large three-clawed toes stuck out of the bottom of the wide-legged blue jeans, which contained a significant amount of material sewn into the front to accommodate a massive bulge that extended several feet from his hips before tucking back in just above his knees. Behind the gray- and white-furred chimaera, a mass of tails wiggled with anticipation and excitement, twining and wrapping around each other with fast and complicated movements so that they almost appeared to blend together.

"Exactly! They made everything I'm wearing!" Dew said, grinning as he turned to the side to show off his figure, which caused the bulge in the front of his jeans to jostle side to side. "Can't beat 'em when it comes to handling the goods. You're new to this, but trust me, you're not gonna get quality clothes just anywhere."

Quil nodded. That was true - she'd ordered these off some website, but hadn't considered the need to modify them for her wings. Or the inseam. She absently reached down and adjusted the seam of the inner leg of the sweatpants, which caused a gush of musky seed to flood out from beneath the table.

Dew leaned over, allowing his heavy chest to drop, as he made a show of inspecting the taut seams of the neckline on Quil's sweater.

"Unless you're into that sort of thing," the chimaera said in a teasing whisper. "You know... busting out of your clothes, leaving only shreds behind as you expose yourself to the world? Hmm?"

"Wha- no! Of course not!" Quil said, but that didn't stop her from thinking about it, and she couldn't suppress the little thrill of naughty pleasure that spiked up her spine, leading to a glamping slosh and the clear sound of fabric ripping off her hips thanks to the tension in her maleness.

"Don't worry, Quil, I'm just teasing. But trust me, once you've been around enough, you'll see it happen. Anyways, should we go?"

"No sense in waiting!" Ivy said, extending herself from her coiled "seating" position. "Shall we?"

Quil nodded, eyes wide as she watched the snake and chimaera's backsides for a moment before pushing herself up and away from the table. The top of her package squeezed upwards into the underside of the table, dragging the waistband of her sweatpants down. She tried to stop what was happening, but before she could get her hands down around the massive bosoms swaying from her chest, her stalk flipped upwards, dragging itself free of the stretchy cotton. Half-hard, the enormous ridged dragonstalk flexed forward before draping down, smacking off of her huge balls, where the band of the sweatpants squeezed in beneath the base of her dark red length. A rope of pre-cum launched at the apex of the flex and continued for several seconds after the landing, drenching the table and surrounding area with sticky pre.

"Nnff... I'm... coming!" Quil gasped, staggering forward to follow. She leaned down and half-closed her eyes as she felt her enormous chest squeeze down into the top side of her arousal. The fat slab of cock was as thick around as her own hips and the weight nearly pulled her forward off balance, but eventually she was able to grab the waistband of her sweatpants and drag them upwards. There was no way she could bend her staff back down at this point, and she ended up hooking her sweater over it. The pointed, ridged tip sagged forward, immediately soaking down the cloth to the point a near waterfall of pre-cum and milk drizzled from her top. Still, she managed to keep up with Ivy and Dew.

"I'll say! Anyways, Quil, are you looking for any specific style?" Dew asked. The chimaera's jeans bulged outwards as a fat equine shaft squeezed towards his knee. The flared head pulsed visibly beneath the tight blue fabric, but otherwise he didn't seem to Quil to react as though anything were out of the ordinary.

"It's important to consider not just how easy it is to wear, but what it looks like!" Ivy said. The snake's white-scaled head and hood turned towards Quil, and her emerald eyes glinted as she dropped her gaze downwards for a moment. "Though I think you'd look a catch in anything, even customized sweatsuits."

Quil glanced around, but despite their fearsomely lewd appearances, she and her friends didn't seem to be drawing much attention at all. Other than a few long stares, sniffing nostrils, and a busy team of mall floor-cleaning robots polishing the mess they left behind them, they really weren't anywhere near the center of attention like Quil feared originally.

Seeing the confusion on the dragon's face, Ivy shrugged. "It's just not that big of a deal anymore. You're not the first person to suddenly wake up with a package the size of a small car, you know."

As if to prove Ivy's point, the snake nearly ran into the side of a large raccoon whose chest led the way by several feet. The raccoon's head eventually emerged from around the corner, an apologetic look already on her face.

"Coming through, pardon me!"

The raccoon's brightly colored floral shirt sagged forward with the weight of her chest as her ample hips and backside bounced past, all attached to a fairly lithe torso and belly. Dew grinned as he turned towards Quill and motioned to get the dragon's attention. There were now two bulges running down either leg of the wolf-like chimaera's pants, though neither looked the same as the equine bulge from before. Instead, what were clearly pointy tips and fat knots throbbed against the fabric, though Dew didn't appear to notice much and wasn't trying to draw Quil's attention to that, but to the store entrance they approached, and the one from which the raccoon in the customized top just left.

"Right over there - you'll like their clothes, trust me!" he said. "Once they get your measurements, they can get you pretty much anything."

"Right, but won't... nnfff... won't this be a problem?" Quil asked, trying to stop the nonstop surges of pre-cum dripping from her aching, half-hard shaft through sheer willpower.

"Nah, this kind of stuff is normal, trust me. In fact, I'm pretty sure those two fox pervs running the place get off on it like nobody's business, but they're professional as heck otherwise."

Ivy and Dew led the way to the shop, which had large, glass windows at the front. The interior was brightly lit and laid out simply - racks of clothes to the left and right sides, a counter at the back, and a sectioned off area with a small stand for measurements. At the back counter, a pair of short, red-furred foxes beamed at the trio.

The wagging of the foxes' black-tipped tails increased when their nostrils got swamped with the dragon's musk, though despite the rapid sniffing, they maintained their professional smiles.

"Welcome back, Ivy and Dew. I see you brought a friend!" the one on the left said.

"New customer for you. Can you get her measurements?"

"Of course! Step this way!"

"In the meantime," the other said, "would you like to see the catalog of designs for next month? Have a seat, they're right there on the table."

It was Quil's turn to go wide-eyed as she stepped up onto the round platform, because as soon as she did, both foxes sprung into action. Their paws shifted and squeezed, sliding between her thighs from behind and in front, threading tape measures everywhere they could reach. A small step-ladder allowed one to clamber up and measure her neck, arms, and chest, though that ended up requiring two step-ladders. Quil's eyes closed and her ragged breathing came in waves between tensing up and biting her lips. The tailors' claws pulled at her hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants, testing the fit of the waistband and murmuring numbers to each other. The tip of her half-hard arousal flexed upwards before falling forwards, curling back on itself against the waistband of her sweatshirt before flipping forward.

Quil gasped, shuddering as her arousal smacked across the podium between her legs, wrapping all the way around her enormous sac, which stretched past her knees. Her claws dug furrows in the platform as the foxes' hips shifted, squeezing against her sides, while their large, black-tipped tails twitched lower against her throbbing sac. The rush of cool air across her shaft only encouraged it to harden further, soon lifting right back up to point from her hips at a forty-five degree angle. Gouts of pre-cum splattered onto the floor as she turned her head, eyes still wide open, looking for help from Ivy and Dew.

Only Ivy remained, however, to watch the measurements being taken by the foxes. The green and white snake coiled up her many dozens of feet of lower body underneath herself to prop up her torso. She leaned her head to the side in the palm of one hand as the other tickled slowly across the top of the upper pair of breasts squeezed into her sparkly top.

"How's she measuring up, boys?" Ivy called out. A twin pair of bulges stretched the lower part of her long top outwards, interrupting the smooth flow of the garments past the lowest pair of breasts. "Any problems?"

One of the foxes leaned to the side, appearing from around the enormous swell of Quil's balls. Thick pre-cum rolled down the top of his head, and after licking his muzzle clean, he shook his head.

"No problems, almost done! Just need to double-check the inner wing dimensions and a few others."

Quil's whole body tensed and a shot of pre-cum painted the wall opposite when the other fox squeezed both paws between her thighs from behind, sliding them upwards with a tape measure.

Quil tried not to panic. This was normal, right? She was still getting used to being a tall, super-hung, big breasted dragon, and maybe this was normal behavior. Ivy was certainly acting as though nothing unusual was going on, and the foxes were continuing to measure her despite being showered in musky, thick pre - pint after unstoppable pint of the stuff. The dragon's chest heaved as she felt both of the squirming foxes sliding against her chest from the sides, below center, as they strung a measuring tape beneath them. Their cheeks squeezed dangerously close to her plump, leaking nipples, which stuck out against the sweatshirt, harder and firmer than ever.

"Just one more measurement, though in your case, it's a big one!" one of the foxes said.

Quil was about to ask what they meant, but then she felt four furry black paws slide down the exposed, dark red length of dragon meat pulsing and throbbing and drooling from its position on her hips. The shaft smacked upwards against her breasts, causing the sweatshirt to pull inwards and tear the cuts in the back of the clothes up to the neckline. As the massive dragon shaft flopped forward into the arms of the two tailors, the hoodie scraps slid down and away from her scaled chest, plopping onto the floor with a wet smack. Quil's chest wobbled, finally free to hang proudly from her chest. The weight and curvature pulled them forward, low enough for the underswells to squeeze into the base of her massive arousal.

The foxes continued to measure, though, and Quil could only try to cover her nipples with her hands as they worked. Quil could barely reach. Her fingers spread across the sensitive flesh, causing dribbles of warm milk to cascade down over her arms and belly. Her grip constantly slipped as she jiggled and gasped from the two foxes grinding down against her shaft from either side. She couldn't stop the moans, though, as the paws tugged her massive shaft lower and kept it down, applying more pressure to the weighty sac in her sweatpants.

The vulpine tailors murmured to each other as they measured Quil's length. Their chests and belly squeezed in from either side as they moved in unison from the base all the way to the tip, working their fingers over the ridges along the sides. The tape measure they held between them dripped with seed as the two foxes slid themselves back up, until their hips pushed into the base of the dragon's arousal and their heads pushed against her swollen chest.

"I-Ivy?" Quil gasped.

"They're very thorough with their measurements," Ivy called out, a note of gentle teasing in her words. "Think about it, though, Quil. You'd be going off like this no matter how or who measures you, right?"

Quil didn't dare glance away as she watched the foxes maneuver her maleness with ease, a practiced kind of expertise that could only come through years of experience. Her arousal flexed, jerking in their arms, as the pulses of pre-cum increased in strength and size. The dragon's head tipped back, muzzle open and tongue hanging out, as her knees nearly buckled. There were fingertips in places they oughtn't be, but she just couldn't bring the words out of her muzzle to ask them to avoid those particular spots. And if those teasing little paws didn't stop soon...

"Oh, Dew, thank you for the drink," Ivy said from somewhere behind her. "You're just in time."

"Oh, good, I didn't want to miss anything, but I was getting really thirsty," Dew said. "They're almost... mmff... through... mmmffff... right?"

Quil's horned head turned finally as she dragged her vision from the seed-soaked tailors massaging her enormous shaft. Still lounging on her coils, Ivy smirked with contentment as Dew, kneeling in front of her, enjoyed a drink fresh from the doubled-up taps, as the chimaera's muzzle and paws worked up and down both of Ivy's thick, smooth pink erections. They reached nearly to her chin, though at the moment little could be seen of either thanks to the eager wolf-kitsune chimaera's administrations.

Seeing the snake's lower body lazily humping and coiling around the stretching chimaera was all the extra stimulation Quil could have asked for. The dragon's muzzle opened wide as she closed her eyes, then humped her hips forward, thrusting mightily as she went off like a firehose. The two foxes clung to the base, still trying to measure the girth, while simultaneously milking and teasing the big black and blue scaled dragon. Waves of pungent, white dragonseed flooded the base of the podium and soon the entire store, though a drain built across the entrance prevented the spill from flooding too far out into the concourse. The dragon thrust again, moaning as her chest swung side to side, unable to stop the need from escaping her loins. It didn't help that the two tailors were using their claws with just the right touch to send her heat into the upper ranges.

It was several long, loud minutes before Quil finally quieted somewhat, managing to calm herself to rapid-fire wheezing as the two foxes disentangled themselves. Drenched from head to toe, soaked through their clothes and fur to the skin beneath, neither made much attempt to clean up as they conferred behind Quil's shivering figure.

"Thank you, and we'll have your order ready tomorrow!" one of the foxes said.

The other disappeared behind the counter, sloshing his way through the inches of cum still flooding the shop, and reappeared in a moment with a package.

"In the meantime, please take this complimentary gift to wear on the way home," he said.

Quil nodded, dazed, and accepted the plastic-bagged package before turning to face Ivy and Dew. The chimaera was flat on his back, belly rounded and full, and dribbles of cream rolling from the corners of his muzzle. Ivy, still reclining in her own coils, looked incredibly pleased with herself, and the bottom portion of her top lay flat along the sensuous curves of her scaled body once more.

"Quil, are they finished? Wonderful! I'm famished, though I think Dew here won't want a snack anytime soon."

Ivy slowly uncoiled herself and helped Dew to his feet, then grinned back at Quil.

"Go ahead and change - we'll meet you back in the food court."

The dragon nodded, then turned around again. The satisfying slosh of her massive nuts swaying back and forth across her shins, plus the lovely weight of her chest warm and heavy against her belly and the base of her maleness, combined with the warm satisfaction of producing such a fantastic eruption, all mixed together inside of her. She barely noticed what she was wearing after she left the shop, and floated along down the concourse dripping her own musky essence behind her. The spaghetti straps of the bright pink top dug into her scales across her shoulders before tying off behind her neck, while another pair of straps wrapped around her hips. There was no fabric at all on the backside, and the sleek pink top was really more of a generously sized pair of cups that managed to just about stretch entirely over her nipples. Splurts of rich, warm milk dribbled relentless from the fat teats, soaking right through the fabric, while the bare underswells scraped side to side across the top of Quil's prominent half-aroused shaft. It lurched from side to side in front of her, bucking at the pink cap stretched around the tip. Spaghetti straps connected the tip back to the dragon's hips, while another matching pink pouch hugged her massive balls. Quil would normally have cringed at wearing such a revealing outfit, but at the moment, she was feeling great, so why not show off a bit? Her thick cock jerked, sending a visible swell from the tip down to the base many feet behind the slightly arched thickness, and the straps pulled and creaked as she added a little twist to her hips for good measure.

Behind Quil, Dew and Ivy glanced at each other. The backless top was one thing, but the dragon's firm, round, plump two-toned black and blue rump cheeks were almost entirely exposed as well. The chimaera, despite her full, sloshing belly, regarded Quil's backside with a look of 100 percent lust, while Ivy's loincloth-like drape of fabric across her lower front sprouted a few swells.

As Quil came into view of the food court, a smile appeared on her wide muzzle for the first time all day. Maybe shopping at the mall was a good idea after all. The hyperdragon pursed her plump lips and tipped her head back, a confident stride in her step as she swung her enormous assets with ease on the walk up to the register. Leaning over the counter on one arm, Quil's enormous breasts spilled over the register and pinned the cashier's arms to the machine. The cashier, a short black and white rabbit, only squeaked as the weight filled his arms entirely when Quil leaned forward to look at the menu.

"How about a cinnamon roll? I'm the mood for something warm and gooey."

"Coming right upf!"

The end