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The Grandmother's Gift

Chapter 2

for Engy

by Draconicon

Chris was still finding his metaphorical feet in the great tower of Maiyone, but there was something about his new job that he had to admit that he really preferred to being Queen of the Changelings back home. It wasn't merely the lack of any real responsibilities compared to ruling an entire realm - and he'd like to see his master try pulling something like that off, with any success - or the addictions that he had been saddled with to secure his loyalty and obedience, since his master didn't really trust him no matter how many times that the dragon proved his own superiority. No, no, it was something other than that.

"Vixen..." Chris shook his head. "You really need to learn how to get off without needing a massive dick in your ass."

The vixen panted under him, shivering and shaking from head to toe as she wobbled her fat ass around the equine's equally fat cock. The fact that he got to fuck sluts in public like this was one of the many benefits that came to serving the yellow dragon, but he had to admit that a little variety wouldn't have been a bad thing, and Vixen was a hell of a bottom slut that didn't really want much more than to have her fat ass fucked for all to see. At least Bitch liked to get a little more in the way of kinks involved; Vixen just wanted to get butt-fucked.

Shaking his head, Chris pulled his cock out slowly, taking the time to make sure that Vixen really felt every single inch of that fat shaft pulling out of her asshole. The view was nice, at least; the sight of that pink pucker turning brighter red from the friction of such a big cock pulling at her inner walls and turning puffier and puffier as he pulled out was something that he always enjoyed seeing. Made him think that the ass was good and busted in.

POP!

The flare came free, and the vulpine's hole oozed with the thick layers of horse cum inside. She stumbled forward, falling onto her hands and knees finally, her ass in the air and her pussy oozing down her legs. Chris chuckled, taking her tail in hand and using it to wipe his cock clean.

"There. Better?"

"Nnnngh...mm-hmm."

"That's what I thought. Go on. Get back to Bitch now."

"Mmmm...in a minute..."

It would probably be a little more than that. Despite the fact that their shared master had made both Vixen and Bitch with more stamina than their male selves had enjoyed, he knew for a fact that the pair of them were both wanton sluts, and both of them had only so far that they could go before they were little pudding piles that needed to be carted back to their rooms. From the looks of things, Vixen had just reached that point.

Shaking his head, he leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. He'd give Vixen ten minutes before he called the kobolds and had her carted off. It wouldn't do for visitors that were here for the upper levels to come around and find someone that was completely fucked out. After all, the tower had a reputation for being the home of the best tops and the best bottoms, and having someone like this completely conked out kind of ruined the reputation of the latter.

But as he stood there, he felt...something. Or at least, saw something. Vixen's hole was always a gaping mess when she was done getting fucked, but there was something different about it this time, something that made it look almost like she'd had something more than cock shoved down there this time. It was like someone had stuffed a thick pipe into her ass rather than merely a cock, and it gaped as if it was still spread out around a cock rather than being emptied.

Chris cocked his head. Had he...

He looked down. No, no, his cock was as thick and long as always. A little wider than his fist, yes, but that wasn't a bad thing. It was just the way that his male form had been made.

He was pretty sure, at least. Yeah.

Shaking his head, he leaned back against the wall again, resting the back of his head against the smooth stone. Much fun as it had been to break Vixen in - and it was still fun, if certainly repetitive - he had other things on his schedule that needed handling. Engy would need him to take care of Princess at some point, as well as go through the city and make sure that there weren't other corruptions going on that were getting out of hand. He'd need to meet the big dragon back at the lab to test out some more potions, since he had natural shapeshifting abilities that kept the TF potions from being as permanent as it would be on others. He'd have to take a meeting with the master of the tower, giving that black dragon the chance to enjoy some thick horse soles...

Go...

There was a word in the back of his head at that moment, something that caught his attention and interrupted his train of thought. He blinked, cocking his head to the side as he felt the rippling remnant of a thought, one that suggested that he cut his schedule short and go up to the gardens now.

But...that was for later, wasn't it? He had other things that needed to be done, little bits and pieces of work that if he didn't do wouldn't get done. He had to -

Go.

There it was again, with that strict feeling of getting into the elevator and heading up to the greenhouses on the upper floors. There was something about it that felt almost like a command from above, and considering how orders were passed around here in the tower, he supposed that actually was possible.

He turned around, leaving Vixen to one of the many horny members of staff in the tower, and proceeded to take one of the standard elevators up. The monster-vators weren't the most precise, and he needed to be at the upper levels quickly...for some reason that he didn't entirely understand.

As soon as he stepped inside, he reached out to the phone box installed in the elevator. Putting in the access code, he dialed up to the upper levels. The greenhouse answered.

"Hello?" came the squawking answer.

"Sol?"

"Yep, it's me. What's up?"

"Did Engy mention wanting me to come up or anything?"

"Uh, not to me. Did you want me to ask?"

"No, I'll just come up."

"Okay, see you soon."

So, no verbal orders, at least, and no clear indications to the chocobo, either. That meant that there was probably something else going on. Perhaps the overall master, rather than his master, had put something down through the telepathic network that he maintained, or perhaps he was just getting a feeling for something. Either way, he was already on his way up the tower.

Thankfully, the elevators were quick. He wasn't alone in the metal box for long, and he barely had a chance to fondle himself before the elevator was slowing down again. Despite that, he still fondled himself rather hard, squeezing the base of his cock and enjoying the feeling of not being able to get his hand all the way around his cock.

Big cock is good cock.

That was something else that the master had shoved into his head, something that had been part of his position as the personal assistant 'promotion' that he'd undergone after coming to the city and catching Engy out in the whole operation that he'd been putting everyone else through. The dragon had been getting into a bad habit of transforming people, warping their minds and bodies into something sexy, then getting bored and moving on. Only a small portion of those that he had transformed had been brought back to this place, and fewer still got to see him on a daily basis. Chris had been one of them - used to be called Chrysalis, and had been female - but he'd also kept his mind much longer than the others.

Still had it, though it was bound by a love of dick, and big dick, for that matter. His master had made it a part of the job that he had to be conditioned to love big fat cock, to submit to it, and ever since, the yellow dragon made it a point to show off his fat cock and fatter balls every chance he had, making it clear that he was still the superior in their relationship. He was constantly nervous and anxious about that, and so he made it clear every day who was the one really in chage of the whole thing.

Chris was never sure whether he didn't mind or if he was hypnotized into not minding, but either way, it was the same result. He was submissive to his master, even as he went about delaing with all the things that Engy found too boring or too irritating to deal with. It was part of the job, and he...

He...

He groaned as he stroked his cock to full hardness, feeling the tip of the horse cock coming right up to his chest. He looked down at it again, and he had an odd thought.

If I'm this big, am I really the smaller of the two of us?

Chris remembered that he had always been the smaller between him and Master Engy, but at the same time, he didn't remember the yellow dragon having a cock that went past his head or anything like that. There had to be something off with that happening, didn't there? Something that didn't quite add up?

Surely...

Surely...

And yet, as the elevator door opened up on the greenhouses, he found himself proven wrong. Or at least, proven wrong that he might be bigger.

Both Engy and Sol were still moving through the dirt-path part of the greenhouse rather than the hanging pots or the raised tables part, and they were squatting down. Or at least, they were trying to squat down, though in the case of the dragon, his massive yellow balls were making that a little bit difficult for him. He grunted, his legs spread so far off to the sides from his huge balls that they were almost spread around it the way someone else would have straddled a lover's waist. Engy was on the verge of sitting on his balls.

Sol was hardly any better, with the chocobo having to swing his legs forward and around the sides of his balls, dragging them behind him with very careful steps. They were done as if he had practiced this for years, as if he had been doing this all his life.

But...well, of course, he must have. As shocking as the image was, he was sure that he had seen them do that before, sure that he had seen such massive sacs on both of them regularly. It wasn't as if things changed...

It wasn't as if they were...bigger...

And his eyes dropped as Engy turned around, the yellow dragon standing up. He pushed his balls forward, letting them rest over his thighs, and they came almost past his knees from just how huge and swollen they were. But that wasn't where Chris's eyes went...

No, they went just over the balls, to the shafts that hung from their crotches, and the thick rods held his eyes like glue.

He knew that his cock was huge, big enough to reach his chest and bob just under his pecs. That was part and parcel to being a horse, and he was used to it. He loved it, even, as the curse to enjoy big dicks had spread to include his own shaft, particularly when it was that big.

Engy, too, was someone that was supposed to have a big dick. Dragons, big dicks, it kind of went together, but it wasn't supposed to be that big. He was almost sure of that. He had no memories of Engy's cock bumping up just under his chin sometimes, or being the sort of thickness that demanded that any lover down a potion of restoration just to have a chance of taking it without having their insides ripped apart.

And yet, there it was, just like that, and he knew for a fact that his master hadn't been working on any new cock-growth potions, and...

And Engy had always been bigger than him...

And that big cock just emphasized his superiority...

His position...

His status...

Chris shivered from head to toe as he stared at the yellow dragon's cock, knowing that it had to be real, that it must have been him misremembering its previous size. What little memories he had of that cock resting barely below the other man's belly button were dismissed as nothing more than wishful dreams of his past, more rebellious self. The dragon had always been that big, that huge, that utterly gargantuan between his legs.

"Chris?"

That was Sol, and he turned to look at the chocobo, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as they went wide.

He knew that the chocobo was smaller than Engy, though not by much, but he hadn't thought that he'd be so big, too. Memories of knowing that he was a bit bigger than the bird faded, replaced by the utter admiration that he had for the massive cock that went halfway up the avian's pecs. They rested lower than Engy's, not quite touching the bird's beak, but it was close enough that the yellow-feathered male could probably have sucked himself off if he really wanted to.

He wondered if he did.

"Chris? You okay?" Sol asked.

"Just...admiring your dicks," the stallion said.

"Heh, he's made to do that," Engy said.

"You made me want it, Master," the stallion pointed out.

"You wanted to want it."

"Heh, maybe."

"What brings you up here?" Sol asked.

"I just had this thought that I should..."

And it was getting harder and harder not to stare at the cocks in front of him. Having them on display and on offer meant that he should have been on his knees, right? That was what Engy's conditioning had long-since drilled into his head, making it clear that he was supposed to serve, to be of use, to make sure that the big dicks got everything that they deserved and more. After all, no matter how big he was, no matter how powerful and cunning he could be, he was still the one that had the smallest dick in the room, and that meant that he had to give service to those that had bigger ones.

It was more than that, though. He had been hypnotized for the position to be aroused by them, and his mouth was watering, his ass clenching, his balls churning. Hell, he swore that he could feel his balls lowering, distending, growing from how much they were churning away with enchanted need. He rolled his hips forward, grinding against the air as he stepped toward them, his feet leaving footprints in the dirt.

"Watch the plants," Engy said.

"Sorry," Chris said absently.

He took a little more care as he walked across the dirt paths, but it was hard to look at the plants when those big dicks were just waiting for him. How would he serve those? There was no way that either one could fit inside of him, but his memories told him that he had taken them before. Hell, he'd been pushed between the two of them, taking one up the ass and one down his throat before. It was as sexy as one could ask for, and he groaned to himself as he imagined taking them both again, feeling those balls slapping against his face and his own pair.

The thought of that musk was nearly enough to make him cum right then and there. He was falling and falling hard into the hypnotized state that big dicks demanded, and he was about to fall on his knees.

No, no about to. He fell to his knees before his master, looking up the underside of that massive cock, staring up at his master's face with his mouth hanging open.

"Mmmph..."

"Heh, want to serve?" Engy asked.

There was a hint of nervousness there, just a moment of 'can I ask for this' in his voice. He never entirely found his way to being the sort of super-master that some others were, but that was good. It meant that he was never going to be intentionally cruel, not the way that some were on their way to breaking people.

"Mmmph...yeah..."

"Well, lick my balls."

"Mmmph...they're so big."

"They're always big. Give 'em a lick."

He shivered, leaning forward. The scaly sac could never have been this big, could it? He knew that they must have been, as they had almost always been bigger than his - hell, they were when he arrived, and after he'd grown, Engy had taken it further to make them even larger - but this was almost impossible. How did the big dragon get around when his balls were so large that they coudl almost become furniture in the right position? How did he move and fuck when his balls were so full and heavy that they had to be like anvils between his legs?

How?

How?

How?

There were no answers, but there was the chance to give service. He lowered his lips and pressed them to the full scaly sac between those sturdy legs, pressing his nose against them and sniffing away at the rich musk that clung to the scales. It was as heavy and full as it always was, and sent his head right down the rabbit-hole of horny need. He moaned under his breath as he dragged his nose up and down those heavy orbs, nuzzling them while giving them soft licks.

"Mmph..."

It didn't take long for Engy to start jerking off as the stallion gave service, working his tongue up and down the sac, giving it every bit of affection that he could summon forth. He moaned and shivered as he kissed the heavy orbs, then licked them, cleaning the sweat of the day off them. They were heavy, salty, and firm. There were no wrinkles in the scales, nothing that implied that the heavy sacs had been emptied earlier. No, they were churning away, making more and more seed to spray into some lucky hole.

He grunted as something bumped him from behind, and pulled his head back, only to find himself smothered in Sol's feathery sac. Every breath was a smothering, sweeping thing that pulled him further and further down, under the influence of their twin musks, and he groaned as he panted, trying to find fresh air and utterly failing as they pressed in from either side. Their balls pressed against his face, the back of his head, along his cheeks, over his mane. Everything was getting utterly saturated with the raw smell of their ball musk.

And he loved it.

"Mmmph..."

"Heh, you love it down there, don't you, Chris?" Engy asked.

"Mmph...I do, Master."

"You love being under master's balls?"

"I love being...under your balls...your big balls..."

"Love it when you're all musk-marked?"

"Yes, Master..."

"You love it when you get to be a good little bitch?"

There it was. His master was all but asking permission to be allowed to go further, to take it as far as he liked rather than just assuming. The questions always came before the use, though there was something about the hesitant hands of the chocobo behind him that made him think that the bird needed an answer, too. Even though Sol was willing to take his head and turn it so that he was kissing feathery balls rather than scaly ones, the bird still seemed to want an answer.

He didn't get the chance to give much of one as he was dragged between them over and over again, made to kiss one pair of balls and then the other, then dragged up to give the cocks the same sort of attention. The tips drooled all over his lips, marking him with pre-cum right from the start and ensuring that he had a good taste of both of them before he was allowed a little bit of fresh air again.

It lit his addiction up, and his cock throbbed desperately between his legs as he looked between the two dominant males, panting for breath as they loomed over him. They grinned, clearly enjoying the power that they had over him, but there was something in their smiles that was just a bit shaky.

They needed him to submit, he realized. Needed him to say that it was okay. Needed him to go through it with them, not just be forced into it.

And in the state he was in, there was nothing else that he could do. He grinned as he gripped both their cocks by the base, swearing that they were somehow thicker, bigger than before. Engy had to push his cock slightly out of the way for them to look at one another, and their eyes could only just meet as they looked at each other.

"Mmmph...use me..."

"Heh...is that what you want?"

"I'm the small-dick...I need to be used by big dicks..."

"And?"

"And big balls," Chris added.

"Yes...you love big balls."

"I love big balls. Your balls are amazing, Master. I love your big, heavy, musky balls. I need them all over me. I need to be crushed in the musk and size of your balls..."

That seemed to be enough. Just like that. Engy grabbed him and pulled him forward, smothering him in the rich scent of those heavy orbs, making him lick and suck and kiss them just like he had been doing only moments before. He dragged his tongue along the heavy sac, feeling the skin pulling, nuzzling against the liquid weight held inside and enjoying every moment of it.

And then, Sol did what he had been waiting for the whole time.

The bird pulled back enough to allow him to get on all fours, and then the chocobo used his feathery grip to push the stallion's ass cheeks apart. His pucker clenched and flexed, showing off just how eager it was, and the bird's fat dick lowered. The head was more slender than the rest of the shaft, and it rested right against his raised pucker, smearing it with pre-cum and sliming him up good and hard. He moaned, only for the balls to be shoved against his face again.

"Ah ah. Don't stop now."

"Mmmph..."

"You serve the big cocks, the big balls."

"Yes..."

He went back to licking, moaning more as that big cock started parting his hole. Sol's cock was different to Engy's, and it wasn't one that he got as often, but feeling the slightly nervous chocobo putting his butt to use was a good feeling. He moaned against the scaly sac in his face, vibrating his lips against it, and felt the dragon's pre-cum raining down on his head and mane, running down over his back. He was going to be all but drenched in dragon musk by the end of this.

Through it all, Sol was slowly pushing deeper and deeper. There had to be an impossible length back there, something that could have never fit in his body. He swore that it was already larger than a feral horse, something that was multiple feet long, and yet, it was fitting inside of him without pain, without discomfort. It was impossible, and yet it was not.

In, in, in, no pulling out just yet, so long, so full, so thick. He moaned out loud, arching his back until he was caught by the sheer size of it, kept from bending or shifting in place. He was all but impaled on the thick cock, and he found that he didn't mind. Not really. Not when it felt that good.

In, in, in, and then, finally, those heavy, feathery balls pressed against his ass, bumping against him and locking that cock all the way inside of him. He could feel a belly bulge down below, and his own cock throbbed, bouncing up and slapping against his chest as he huffed and puffed all over his master's balls, feeling them sweating against his face, all but marking him with the heavy, dominant musk of the masterful dragon.

He looked up, and realized that he couldn't see his master. That fat cock was like the moon before the sun, completely eclipsing anything that he might have seen before.

There were questions, but like so many other things, they were battered down by the fat cock in his face, by the big balls on his nose, by everything that outsized him. He was smaller, and thus, he was submissive, weaker, the one that had to obey and the one that had to go along with things.

Chris licked, moaned, and panted as he was filled to the brim and utterly consumed with the size and musk of his betters.

As they rutted him, he swore that things were getting more and more out of hand, that they were more intense, outsized, bigger than any of them should have been. His cock felt like it was getting close to bumping the bottom of Engy's sac, that his master's balls were almost touching the ground, that Sol's shaft was almost getting past his stomach and going deeper than that...

But that was impossible. It was always this way...

The demon enjoyed the continued obliviousness that filled her scrying spell. The sight of both the alchemist and his friend being utterly consumed with lust now that they were focused on someone so willing to serve them was a good one, and it meant that they weren't going to get in the way as the rest of the tower was slowly brought around to the right standards for her granddaughter.

She flicked her hand against the waters of the cauldron, scattering the image for the moment as she considered what would be the best target for the next part of her spell. The growth had gone well so far, but there was certainly more room for improvement, more to shift and change.

Some would have called her spells overly specific, she was sure. There were those that would have seen her as blatantly hammering down those that lived on the surface, molding them into something too specialized, too focused on just one thing. The dragon and lion with their massive feet, for example, would have been good for those with a fetish for large feet and nothing more. The dragon and chocobo with their massive cocks and balls, too, would have been good for nothing more than size queens and those that liked the sort of things that they were offering.

But that was the point. A good demon had the resources to be able to have such hyper-specialized sluts. And Ailsa deserved the very best, the very largest in the way of cocks, paws, whatever she liked. Bigger, after all, was always better.

It was the way of demons. There was little need for subtlety among them.

But as much as she wanted to just change everyone, she knew that there wasn't time for that. She needed to get a core set ready for when Ailsa finally left her room again, a gift for her granddaughter that would be suitable for the start of the whole thing. And from there, Ailsa would be able to keep changing it, as she liked, or...

Well, perhaps her granddaughter might see it as a little much. It was, after all, an invasion of her home and her friends. It was something that some of the other demons might have seen as an invasion into their own personal plans if she'd done it in Hell.

But damn it, Ailsa needed to see just how good she could be, and how much she deserved. She needed to stop settling for less.

With the dragon and chocobo, certainly, they were better off now than they had been. She swept her hand through the air, conjuring images of before and after. The yellow dragon's shaft had once rested at mid-thigh when soft, and just past his stomach when hard. Now? He would have to hold it slightly to the side when he was hard, and have to keep it there so that people could see his face when he talked.

Of course, with such huge shafts there had been the possibility of injury, but it was very mild compared to what it could have been in other parts of the world. The dragon's wards and runes against harm meant that there was little chance of anything actually hurting someone, at least if they didn't want to be hurt. She was more than happy to take advantage of that as the spells went further and further through the tower.

But where to take it next?

And who?

After all, there were many people that lived in the tower, though only some were closely attached to the dragon. She would have been rather tempted by the pack of canines that seemed to live as hermits in the security portion of the tower, but that place was warded more than almost anywhere else, and she didn't want to trip the alarm just yet. She felt that she might have been able to brute force through the warding, but there were possible reprisals from that which could cause her some problems, so she moved on.

There was a unicorn and a dragon that lived together in one of the penthouses, a pair that might have some serious potential if she was able to corrupt their bodies and minds at the same time. However, the dragon was more well-learned in magic than most of the others that she had seen, taught by the master of the tower's sister, and he might actually detect the corruption and shift in reality that his master had missed.

The unicorn, likewise, had signs of being able to track things outside of magic, some mechanical, machine-like thing that defied the greater powers of magic more than it should have. It annoyed her, but it meant that she'd have to pass that up for now.

As she searched the tower, she found herself presented with more and more low-level difficulties, almost as if someone was starting to fight back against her. It irked her that her gift for her granddaughter might be stalling out, that there were too many that might have something that would hold off. Another dragon - this mage had too many of them under his command, she swore - but he was submissive, more interested in losing things than gaining them. He would not want to be given greater size, and she could not see it happening without catching his attention and making himself try and lose it again.

Likewise for the otter that wandered through the tower. Certainly she could have given him the hips and breasts of a female, made him into something that was as bimbo-esque as one could imagine, but there was something off about him, something that bespoke of an almost rubber-band-ish nature that would rebound before it would properly settle.

In short, most of the tower was suffused with some sort of strange protection that defied the power of Hell in its own strange way. She found herself rather annoyed with it, and wondered how the master of the tower would fail to protect himself and yet collect those that would do much to protect each other.

She was about to take the least worst path - of corrupting the otter and hoping for the best - when someone new, someone different caught her attention. The demon focused her sight on the newest member of the tower, a pangolin that was sheathed in silver from her toes to her hips, and then in lessening degrees of it going upward. She could feel the dragon's power lingering on the new female, could feel that he had done something to her already to encourage low levels of growth, but this...

This was corruptable.

This wasn't protected, not yet.

She smiled, leaning over the image in her cauldron, and slowly stroked her fingers down along the image of the pangolin. She reached further and further down, finally pressing her digits against the pangolin's silver-scaled ass cheeks, and pressed firmly.

"Grow..."

The End

Summary: The demon's 'gift' continues to spread through the tower, touching on Chris, Engy, and Sol this time around.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, M/F, Anal, Oral, Blowjob, Oral Service, Ball Play, Threesome, Hyper Cock, Super-Sized Dick, Hypnosis, Stallion, Dragon, Musk, Chocobo, Demon, Growth, Oblivious, Series,