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The Grandmother's Gift

Part 4

For Engy

By Draconicon

Ailsa knew that something was going on in the tower, but she'd decided to ignore it for the time being. If her grandmother wanted to start something, then the demon could do what she liked. There was no reason for her to help out, not when the older woman was constantly putting down her decisions. There were reasons to study under the dragon, to live here, and she didn't have to justify them to that stuffy old woman. And besides, just because she didn't enslave everyone...

She sighed, rubbing her forehead as she watched the cooking show. It was a nice distraction, but it was a reminder that she was the only one interested in this right now. It was a way to keep everyone else at bay and remind herself that she did know what she was doing, more than -

"Oh no no no - ugh, why did you put jam in there..."

Shaking her head, Ailsa dropped her head into a pillow. Well, that would be the chef that got eliminated next, no doubt. No point in continuing to pay that much attention to the episode. It had just lost all the drama, so might as well focus herself on the things that did matter now.

Taking her eyes from the TV to the porno magazines that she'd had delivered to her penthouse by the helpful little kobolds that served all the needs of everyone in the tower, she rolled over and pressed her tail more fully between her legs. The tip was narrow, narrower than any of her fingers, but it was very flexible, and it stroked her pussy quite well. She squirmed as she teased herself with it, groaning softly as it pushed in. Having her hands free meant that she could keep reading with ease rather than having to pause every few seconds to turn the page, and she could go further, stabbing her tail into her depths harder and harder as the story got better and better.

"Mmmph...fuck...yeah..."

Ailsa groaned as she rolled onto her back, keeping her tail moving like the tentacles in the story. Not thick enough, really, but this was more of a tease, a way to just enjoy the goings-on, not to push herself all the way to the edge. She moaned under her breath, rolling her hips again and again to meet her tail-thrusts, her cocks throbbing over her belly and dripping happily in the process.

"Mmm, yeah...go on...get fucked, you little...mmmph..."

The stingray moaned out loud as she enjoyed the stories. They were so far past the pale, filled with fetishes that she would have considered impossible and too much for someone to actually commit. Not impossible, considering the magic that she had as a demoness, but not entirely rational or good, either, something that would be hard to pull back from, something that she would probably regret using at some point in the future.

That was the thing that her grandmother didn't understand. Sometimes, they needed to just keep some things as a fantasy. Sometimes, they were better that way than they would be as reality.

She was right on the verge of pushing herself to full climax when she felt the tingling start in her breasts. She blinked, pausing in her rush of a tail fuck, and glanced down at her chest.

"...Oh, for fuck's sake."

Her grandmother's magic was tingling through her. Oh, there was something behind it to make it feel like something else, a 'benevolent' demon touch rather than the usual cursed touch that ran in their veins, but there was no doubting that it was the old succubus pushing her power through the wards and magics on the tower. If she was already forcing this on her, that meant that the others in the tower had probably already been affected by the extensive magic that she had at her disposal.

"Grandmother..."

She sighed, putting the book aside and holding her hands near her breasts. They slowly pushed out, the purple-lavender colors of her chest and torso shifting slightly. Not so much in tone, but more in pattern, as the stripes and other shapes started to get distorted by the sheer size of her breasts.

Never had a problem with being bigger, but come on...

Her breasts pushed out, out, out until they were a good three letter sizes bigger than they had been, going from a low C to a high F. She could feel them pulling on her shoulders, dragging at her center of gravity even though she was laying down, and knew that the minute she stood up they would be trying to drag her right off her feet. Ailsa grumbled, but at the same time, she would be the first to admit that the curves looked pretty damn good on her. Or at least, they would.

Once the rest of her body caught up, that was.

Ailsa waited, thinking that the demoness would take it further, that her hips and her thighs would join in the thiccness, but there was no sign of the tingles spreading any further. For that matter, she had to press her hands to her chest and add her own magic to the 'gift' that was spreading out from her middle as it was. She stopped them as they verged on bubbling out to a G cup, shaking her head.

"Thanks, but no thanks, grandmother."

She was half-sure that she felt something in the distance, something that very much wanted things to be bigger, but Ailsa just smiled and let it go. The weight on her chest was almost enough to keep her pinned to the bed, but she wouldn't be a very good succubus if she was defeated by a mere pair of boobs. She pushed herself up and grunted as she swung her legs over the side of her bed. The weight of her breasts nearly dragged her down, but she pushed a bit of her own power through her body, adding to her muscles, particularly in the lower back, and stood up.

"Let's see just what you've been doing to the rest of the tower, shall we?"

There was no response in the distance, not that she expected it. Her grandmother, if she had any sense of decorum at all, would be more than slightly embarrassed at being caught out. For that matter, she imagined that the aged demoness was probably trying to cover her tracks, to look a little more innocent about her 'gifts' being discovered early.

You shouldn't have been so obvious with me, then, she thought. Ah, well. Let's have some fun.

Ailsa left her penthouse, half-expecting to walk into some sort of orgy in the main common room just outside. Yet, there was nothing...

Nothing but a giant purple top-hat, that was. She blinked at the sight of the wide brim that was keeping anyone but the kobolds from walking out without bending down, and slowly limbo'd her way under it. The otter who normally wore the hat was still under it, but he looked vaguely confused, reaching out for a brim that he could no longer touch and trying to move around while the hat itself seemed to hold him in invisible chains. His sheer confusion made her chuckle.

"Problem, Ide?" she asked.

"Yeah, my hat's...being weird."

"You sure that you didn't see a shrink?"

"They're not supposed to literally shrink my head!"

"Well, your hat's too big for it now."

"You think I don't know that?" The otter groaned, making little squeaks as he tried and failed to grab for the edge of the headwear. "I swear it was fine this morning."

"You want a hand?"

"Nah, I - mmmph - I got it. Just gotta...make sure that it fits properly. Don't want insanity getting too much deeper in the tower, you know?"

"Yeah, I get that," she said, nodding. "Hey, do you know if master is busy at the moment?"

"I think he and Fy went off - come on, come back here! You fit on my head, so either make it bigger or fit proper!"

The otter's angry declaration had no effect on the hat, and Ailsa had to cover her mouth not to laugh more than was seemly. She did, however, lean in and give the otter a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't get too crazy, hon."

"I won't. My hat, on the other hand - oh dear."

"Hmm?"

"Deer!"

Deers with antlers pulled up like giant 'O's started falling from the inside of the hat. Ailsa ducked and ran, while Idesin ran in place, trying to dart around the room and collect them, only to fail completely. She shook her head, running for the master's penthouse. If he hadn't noticed what was going on, she would be surprised. If he had...

Well, she supposed he might let it continue. He was that kind of master; sometimes he made them learn from their own mistakes, and it was a royal pain when he did.

She managed to escape from under the brim of the insanity hat, finding the door that led up to the master's penthouse. It was a shimmering black and silver door, one that tended to be locked, though most of them had found some way around that. The stingray had forged a key for it a long time ago, mostly under the excuse that the master needed someone that could come and tease him when he was bothered by the rest of the world. She was good at that. And she liked doing it.

The key still worked, but to her surprise, the scene on the other side was nothing like what she expected.

The master was on the throne, pinned in place by both massive balls and massive feet. He looked like some sort of fetish doll, someone that had been blown up in those places while the rest of his body had been left as it had been. The proportions were all off, and while she would have enjoyed that big cock up her ass - as a size queen, she was hardly going to lie about her needs - she would have been a bit disappointed in those massive feet. They would keep anyone, even him, from fucking her at the speed and force that she'd need. And as for the good lion...

Well, Fyacin's feet were nearly as large as the dragon's, and his ass was bigger, still. The lion had always been one to play up his feminine size, but the sheer curves that he sported were so huge that the poor cat wouldn't even be able to get out the door any longer. Hell, her twin cocks wouldn't even get past his cheeks, not without some serious enhancement from her corruption.

She felt the tingles of her grandmother's power on her, an offer that she could take, and she waved her hand dismissively. Not the time for that. She walked up to the pair of them, waiting to be recognized, but the dragon was so deep in his cock being worshiped and teased by that ass, and Fyacin so focused on having his ass stuffed by something that would otherwise be far too big for it, that neither of them even seemed to realize that she was there. Ailsa debated being insulted.

Eventually deciding against it - it wasn't their fault - she turned to leave.

You could stay and play...

It was her grandmother's voice, sultry and soft, teasing and deep. Ailsa smirked, shaking her head.

Oh, dear, what's the matter? Don't you like the idea of having your own harem?

"I'm part of a harem, Grandmother. Not the owner of one."

That's just wrong.

"It's what I want right now."

At least take advantage of him. He's so distracted. And so easily led, once he stops thinking with the big head.

"Heh, you think I don't know that?" Ailsa smirked. "Drac's always been a good little dick-brain once you get him turned on enough. He likes it when someone takes advantage of him, at least for a while."

Then -

"It's not the first time someone's taken control of his dick like this, Grandmother. What else did you do?"

...

"Nevermind. I'll see if there's some fun stuff out there."

You're not going to stop this? the older demoness asked.

"Nah, not yet. He's having fun, and it's not too bad. I mean, hell, if he was more muscular, I'd be pushing Fy out of the way to ride that. But for now, let's see what everyone else is doing."

The stingray left the cock-loving lion and the entranced dragon behind. The door, however, was a little stuck. She ended up having to ram it open with her shoulder, and immediately saw what the trouble was.

The hat was even bigger, and now, the brim touched the floor. She could hear Idesin yelping and laughing inside, probably dealing with the insanity that was contained within the hat and everything else that he had to deal with trying to get out, but at least the hat itself was pinned to the ground.

Shaking her head, she walked around the brim, making her way to the elevator. Ailsa grabbed one of the tennis balls by the door and gave it a firm squeak, waiting for the thumping sounds of the monsters that carried the elevators up and down.

She wasn't disappointed. One of them ran right up, drool soaking the hat behind her as the monster came to a full halt one floor up. It lowered the platform it pulled along with a smile on its face and another long string of drool running down the elevator shaft. She smiled at it, patting its head as she stepped onto the platform, and gave the ball another good squeak. The monster wiggled its tail, but was a good little beast, lowering her slowly down the shaft to her destination.

As soon as they reached the greenhouse floor, she tossed the ball up. The monster snapped at it, nomming on it as she stepped into the humid air of the greenhouses. The glass walls all around ensured that every spare bit of sunlight contributed to the heat needed for the plants, and though each of the zones of the greenhouse floor were isolated from each other to allow for different growths, it was as humid as ever.

She rather liked that. As a stingray, she always preferred the humid, moist environments. Kept her skin from drying out.

"Now, let's see. Engy was supposed to - ah. There he is..."

She supposed she shouldn't be surprised. Engy had always been a ball-fiend, as well as a lover of all things grown huge. He was sprawled out on his back, his legs lifted up by his own massive testes, and between them, his new slut - an equine named Chris - was busily worshiping his orbs. The horse bobbed his head down, licking over the heavy, sweating, golden balls, while a chocobo fucked the horse from behind. Each thrust made those feathery balls bounce, too, making it clear that more than just the dragon had been affected...and it was more than just balls that had been pushed to grow, too. Big dick, big balls, and in the case of the equine, quite the big ass.

And that, oddly enough, was almost as normal as a passing Tuesday. A little more exaggerated, yes, but not that odd.

You must be joking, her grandmother said.

"Not really. You're enjoying this?"

I...thought it would be a surprise.

"Grandmother, this is Engy we're talking about. If his balls aren't big enough to knock out the kobolds when he walks by, he's going to think he's too small." She smiled as she watched the threesome, though, idly groping her chest. "He's a size queen in reverse. He's always looking to be bigger."

Then that...

"Oh, it's a little bigger than average, I'll give you that, but it's not his first time. At least he's still able to move."

I can fix that.

"Please don't."

It's no trouble, dear.

"It's - just, please don't."

She liked the idea of having people enjoy themselves, but Ailsa was the first to admit that there needed to be some sort of boundary. Admittedly, that boundary probably went well-past the lines that her master would have set if he had been completely conscious and able to talk about it, but for her, the line lay at the point of still being more than just erotic pieces of art.

Engy was right at that borderline. While his balls had reached the point of being little more than beanbag chairs, he could still get up, still thrust his hips, still use his tail and cock for things. Same with Sol, the chocobo. The horse, on the other hand...

Ailsa knelt down, taking a better look. Yep, that horse had not only grown a big ass that was heavy enough to keep him pinned in a doggy-style position, but his balls were large enough to force his thighs apart and weigh him down. Even if his ass hadn't been big and jiggly enough to push him to all fours, he would have been utterly pinned by those heavy balls, instead.

The stingray shook her head. Well, it worked as a sort of punishment-gift, she supposed.

Dear, it's art.

"Yeah, well, I like art in action, not art in pose."

But those latex statues that you showed me -

"That's an exception," Ailsa said, handwaving it before she could start blushing too much.

Hmmm...

"Look, Grandmother...I understand you wanted to give me a gift, but I do have my reasons for doing things my way. I like my way. And it's nice, and it's sexy, but...there's more than just size, you know."

I know. I know. But you just...you hold back so much.

"Ha...haha..."

...What?

"Nothing, just...just remind me to take you out on the town sometime. I bought a brothel on the extreme end of the Red Light District for some of my kinks and...well, maybe I should show you my idea of the extreme next time we meet up." If the other woman could take it, that was. "Anyway, what else did you do?"

Don't you want to have some fun with them? I made them this way for you.

"The most I could really do right now is tea-bag Engy, and fun as face-sitting can be, I don't think that he's really noticed me yet."

Well, um...I did make their bigger parts more sensitive. I thought it would keep them from noticing much of anything.

"You mean apart from the reality-twist you made?"

...Have I ever said how proud I am of your spellcraft, my dear?

"Flattery gets you everywhere."

Oh, sweet dear.

"Except out of trouble."

...Damn.

"Language, granny."

Despite that, she smiled, shaking her head as she left the three of them to their fun. The sloshing sounds of heavy balls and the clap of oversized ass cheeks chased her from the greenhouse, sending her back to the elevators. It was an enticing sort of sound, but she didn't want to grow her dicks just yet. She knew that once she started that sort of growth, she'd have to stop and pay attention to her ass, and then to her thighs, and then the rest of her, and that would take time.

You could just let me grow you in general, dear.

"Heh, if you don't do it properly, you end up getting the proportions out of whack."

Yes, but there's nothing wrong with a little hyper-specialization.

"Emphasis on hyper, in this case."

Perhaps, but it's hardly a bad look.

Ailsa would...partially disagree with that. There was a lot to be said about an otherwise normal woman with a huge pair of boobs, or an ordinary man with a huge cock, or something like that. However, she preferred the idea of slowly enhancing the entire body, altering it, bringing it to a different sort of aesthetic, rather than completely changing just one part. She and Engy had regular debates on that, as a matter of fact.

Always friendly, though, and it was something that they preferred to agree to disagree on, rather than trying to convince the other. She just had a more 'artful' preference for the whole thing, while Engy got into the super-fetishy part of it.

She called a normal elevator this time, and stepped inside as soon as it was called. The mess on the floor, thick with pre-cum and real cum, told her that there was probably an orgy going on in the lobby, and she sighed, shaking her head as she prepared herself for whatever waited down there.

She wasn't prepared for what she found. Isabella seated on the edge of a desk was one thing, and her being locked down with a knotted sort of shaft in her big, rounded ass was another. Both of those were more or less expected, considering the proclivities of the harem, the naughtiness of the tower, and everything else. What was less expected was the sign that had been hung up beside her.

Morale Booster: Fuck the Pangolin While You Wait. Rare Harem Share! Take Advantage While You Can!

"Wonder if she put that up herself or if one of the staff did..."

Either way, she imagined that it was going to be an interesting first week for the cutie. She shook her head as she watched the silver-plated pangolin take it again and again, her pussy already overflowing with the juices of the men that came up to tease her, and her face soaked with both pussy juice and the slime of various cocks. The other woman was completely out of it, but there was something else going on, too. Something that she imagined wasn't quite what the demon downstairs had meant to happen, but then again, with the rate of growth everywhere else...

She watched as the latest male - a mole - pulled out of Isabella's pussy, and the moment he did, his cock started swelling. It pulled out looking like someone had just shoved it into a cock pump and pulled it tight, puffy and swollen and a bit red, but as he stepped back, it continued extending, almost like someone had hooked it behind the head and was pulling it out. The head warped, going from vaguely humanoid to something more canine, the tip tapered and pulled forward.

As the base swelled out in a knot already the size of the mole's fist and getting bigger, she could see that his balls were slowly swelling, getting fuller and fuller and dropping down from his crotch. They were so heavy with cum that they nearly pulled him to his knees, and as he wobbled back, she could tell that was the source of all the seed that had stained the inside of the elevator.

"Growing everyone, hmm?"

That...may have been a mistake.

"Heh, didn't want everyone to have the gift?"

No! This was for you, remember?

"I guess."

Don't you like it?

"Some of it. Does she know -"

Nobody knows.

"Well, that's one way to do it."

Shaking her head, she glanced around the room. The growth hadn't spread to every random person in the lobby, which was saying something considering that most of them definitely looked like they wanted to fuck the pangolin. She was blissed-out, her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open in a perfect imitation of a hentai ahegao face. Ailsa cocked her head to the side, making a mental note to take the pangolin out for some fun sometime in the future, but didn't take it further just yet.

Instead, she leaned back to watch as a horse walked up to the fat-assed, round-hipped, well-endowed woman, rubbing his flared cock against a pussy that was all but ruined from the constant use that it had been put through. She giggled, spreading her legs further still, and Ailsa had to admit that there was something rather appealing about being spitted up the ass like that for public use.

Do you want to try it?

She could feel her grandmother's touch on her ass, and knew that this was the older woman's attempt to try and make up for a gift that had gotten out of hand. Ailsa considered it, more than slightly intrigued at the idea, but eventually shook her head.

"Tempting, but I think I want to do something else."

What's that, dear? You know I support you.

"Let's bring it back to normal."

But...why?

"It's getting a biiiit out of hand."

But this is close to a proper demon tower. We've changed them, corrupted them, and -

"It's not the not-knowing that's the problem. It's the fact that it's getting a bit much."

It's fine.

BOOM!

Ailsa winced, the sound of breaking floors overhead louder than she expected. Most of the people in the lobby didn't even notice, but the stingray subtly made her way to the front door and poked her head outside.

There was nothing on the streets, thankfully. Whatever rubble had come flying down from the explosion had clearly been taken care of in a different way. She turned her head towards the top of the tower, and -

"Well, that's a thing."

Idesin's hat had grown to such an extent that it had literally taken the top off the tower, becoming a hat for the building itself. She could just make out the otter's wildly dancing legs sticking out from the bottom of it as the brim slid over the sides of the building, leaving it on the verge of sliding down the tower itself. She could just imagine that insane top-hat reaching the bottom of the building and just standing like a tower itself, and that would probably create quite a problem for the whole city.

Her grandmother seemed to agree. Even as Ailsa was about to ask about withdrawing the machine, a second, third, and fourth 'boom' echoed through the tower. Ailsa didn't have to look to see what it was, either. She could feel the lust surges, and knew that it would have been the dragon, chocobo, and horse growing to the point where their balls and cocks just broke through the floor beneath them with the sheer heft and weight. She rolled her eyes, rubbing her forehead.

"I think it's time that we take this back a step."

...You may be right.

"Before someone breaks through enough to notice."

Um...yes.

"And before you have to pay to fix even more."

I am NOT paying to fix dragon property.

"We'll talk about that, grandmother. We'll talk about that."

It didn't take long for reality to be rewound and 'fixed', for lack of a better term. With two demons working on it, the tower was back to normal, hat shrunk, and everyone more or less mind-wiped about what had happened to them. There were exceptions - the master of the tower being one of them - but most people had forgotten what had happened to them while they were super-sized. Most of them, at least; the otter still held a slight grudge about someone playing with his hat like that without warning him first, but he wasn't actually angry, just perturbed.

Of course, due to the fact that it was demons putting things to rights, there were some changes that stuck around. Engy and Sol maintained a few more inches on their cocks, and their balls were basically permanently extended further from their groins. Engy's were kept damp to the point where he couldn't entirely wear robes safely - they immediately got wet spots - and he was basically 'cursed' to have sweaty, musky balls for the next month. Sol had his orbs filled to such an extent that he was left dependent on either being a good stud bird, or being sent down to the stables for a milking session with some machines. The gold-feathered bird didn't complain too much.

As for Fyacin, he was a little more clueless as to what had happened to him, but he put it down to the party drugs that he took in all the time, and shrugged off his lack of memory. He just asked that he be allowed to see the security footage.

Draconicon, of course, denied that. The dragon was more than slightly embarrassed at being caught out by a demon and made to enjoy himself to such an extent, and while he didn't come down hard on Ailsa or the demoness in the pit, he did make part of that lack of punishment be dependent on the fact that nobody found out that he had enjoyed it as much as he did. There was an image to keep up, and he wanted to ensure that no other demons got the idea to try the same thing.

Ailsa disagreed with her master about that, but went along with it. No need to ruffle the dragon's metaphorical feathers further.

All in all, it was as good an ending as one could have asked for, insofar as everyone getting something of what they wanted. And so, a week later, as the demons once again met for a spot of tea, they talked about it.

"I still think that we could have asked for more," the demoness said. "I think your master is a soft touch."

"You're lucky he is. He could have banished you completely."

"He wouldn't. The fact that he fell under my spell -"

"Grandmother, I love you, but you really need to take your head out of your ass."

"Hmmph." The older demoness shook her head. "Well...at least you've kept my gift...though I feel you've spoiled it by thickening your other assets. They look smaller now, dear. That's just...bad taste."

Ailsa shrugged. Once more, they agreed to disagree. For her, the massive breasts had been something of a pain after the first day with them, but she hadn't wanted to completely get rid of them. So, instead, she ended up adding to her own body, keeping it from standing out so much as they had been. It created something of a buff amazon look, something that she'd been meaning to try out for a while, and she rather liked it. If her grandmother didn't? Her loss.

The pair of them sipped tea in silence for a few minutes more. She half-expected that to be all they did for the rest of the meeting, but then, the demoness put her cup down.

"So...the golden dragon."

"...Yes?" Ailsa asked.

"Would he be looking for a new mistress?"

The stingray sputtered, almost spitting out her tea. The elder demoness leaned in.

"Mmm, he has good tastes, but he could be encouraged further...to make things even bigger. And It's been a while since I've had an apprentice."

"I thought you hated dragons!"

"Oh, if they're above me, yes. But if I can have him as a student...and he stays a good boy...well..."

"Uh...maybe you should talk to him."

"Maybe I shall..."

The End

Summary: The growth around the tower finally comes to a halt as Ailsa sees what's happening.

Tags: M/M/M, M/F, Growth, Public, Exhibitionism, Casual Sex, Reality Play, Silly, Otter, Stingray, Demon, Pangolin, Dragon, Chocobo, Horse, Lion, Series,