Hoard of Big Fluffs 11
Story by Tagenar on SoFurry
Well, it couldn't last forever. Time to go home, but not without a gift from a horny dragon.
Hoard of Big Fluffs 11
by tagenar (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tagenar | https://tagenar.sofurry.com/)
{Well, it couldn't last forever. Time to go home, but not without a gift from a horny dragon.}
Garr woke up, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, his dick was not the first thing he saw. He looked down his torso, and he did not see a muscular chest. Instead, he saw his feet. His bare, human feet, no fur, no scales, no claws.
He was human.
Everyone else was waking up, too, and they were all perfectly normal human beings again, just as puzzled as Garr. Some of them had wielded cocks longer than they were for so long they had forgotten what it was like to be able to see in front of themselves.
Garr felt a pulling, and it was coming from Ethrix. He was standing on all four feet, cock hanging to the ground. All the humans in the cave rose and migrated toward the center. They formed a circle a few dozen paces from the giant creature.
Ethrix spoke with his own mouth. “The time has come to tell all of you the whole truth about what is going on here.” His voice pierced Garreth’s heart and made his bones vibrate. “You may have noticed quite a few people have come and gone over the last few years, and I left them with a parting gift. A little extra size of something as a thanks. The truth is I have no trouble getting off. None at all, and that is the problem. You see, everyone, a dragon’s heat can last a century. Sometimes longer. What you have experienced is a diluted taste of what it is like to be a dragon in heat. It is the only thought we can have while we are like that. Please understand: I am an intellectual. A student of magic. I was hoping to handle it and continue my studies, but that proved impossible. I do not want to wait a century to resume my work. I saw a way out of this though. I could give my heat to someone else. I could spread it out among hundreds of individuals and be rid of these urges forever. That’s what I’ve been doing. Searching for people to leave my heat with. The ones who have already left took a tiny piece with them. Size is how it manifests in reality, and I can manipulate that. They will notice a difference in their own urges, but not enough to interfere with their usual lives. I have just taken back what is left, and I have calculated the remaining people in this cave can handle the rest.”
Everyone murmured. Garr grinned. Ethrix continued, turning in a circle to address everyone.
“I have come to know each and every one of you. I know how much every person can handle. I will gladly distribute the remainder of my heat among all of you. The potions the Kobolds have made make the transfer permanent. If anyone remaining here does not want this, let me know, and you will receive only a parting gift.” He paused, scanning his captive audience. “All of you want this. Good. You are doing me a huge favor. I’ve always believed the world would be better off if we could balance one another out. Some people wish to be a different gender, or a different body type, or have the libido another person despises. One person’s curse is another person’s fortune, and being forced to live with one thing when we desire another is the primary source of strife, both among your kind and mine. I am offering my curse as your good fortune. I will give everyone just enough so you may rejoin society. The manifestation will be easily explained away and concealed. I am ready to begin.”
Garr sent the dragon eager thoughts. Moments later, his whole body boiled, and his height slowly rose. Just as it began, it halted, and his chest and arms swelled. His legs tripled in thickness, and as Garr felt his chest, he thought this felt different. Everyone around him must have thought the same thing, for the dragon spoke again as everyone filled up with dragon heat.
“I’m doubling the density of your muscles so you can conceal them better. If I don’t, I will be forced to wait another year to disperse even more heat among others who wish to leave. The Kobolds are bringing the potion. Drink it to make the change permanent and sever the soul link.”
Garr felt his arms, and sure enough they did feel much, much thicker. It made the muscle he had before feel airy by comparison. Garr could see his feet. He could move his arms. He would indeed be able to rejoin society like this. He’d been away so long probably nobody would notice he was two feet taller.
He took a step, and that’s when he remembered what else always grew from dragon heat. He looked down, and he realized he hung to his knees, and his nuts would make a horse jealous. As the boiling sensation spread to his forearms, his cock stiffened. It, too, could have belonged on a horse. He held it up to himself. It reached his lower chest. Ridiculous but still usable and easy to hide while soft.
All around him, everyone else was going through the same change, though he noted some had less bulk and more length while others had more bulk than he did but less cock.
Ethrix had finished giving his urges, and his own cock retracted. He hung his head and panted. “Incredible. Finally. Peace. I can think again. I can resume my studies. Thanks, all of you, for taking my urges from me. They’re a curse dragons must endure, and I am glad they can be to your benefit.”
Trustworthy Kobolds were running about, handing out bottles of blue potion. Garr took one and chugged it. The boiling in his body dissipated, but the heat remained.
Garreth felt his legs. He felt an ox’s worth of strength in them. They barely gave to the touch. Same for his chest, which still jutted out in front of him, but now he thought clothes would fit him again.
The Kobolds were handing out new clothes to everyone. Simple coverings, just enough to get them back to civilization. Gradually they began sending people wherever they had come from, and the cave slowly emptied.
Ethrix reclined and observed. He couldn’t sense anyone’s thoughts anymore. Garreth couldn’t sense the dragon’s either. He felt no connection. Only a pool of heat radiating from within himself.
Garreth took some clothes, and they fit him. Barely. He looked bulky, and even while flaccid his testicles would be difficult to hide, but it could be done. He could live in town again. He always knew the dream couldn’t last forever, but this would be the next best thing.
The dragon’s curse would be his fortune.
A Kobold wearing a large ruby on a finger approached him. He handed the human his coin bag. Garreth had forgotten about that. Perhaps Kobolds were trustworthy after all. Garreth waved to the dragon. The dragon waved back, and Garr touched the ruby.
A surge.
A pop.
A sizzle.
He appeared just outside of the town he’d been in. Nobody noticed. Garr had forgotten what the sky looked like. He’d forgotten how it felt to breathe fresh air and feel the wind.
A gust blew his cloak. He felt the wind, but he did not feel cold. He took one last moment to feel his balls, grinning that all of this was now his to keep. He wondered how much strength a dragon’s heat had given him, so he turned around and walked back into the forest. He just now realized he wasn’t wearing shoes of any kind, but he barely felt the sticks and rocks he was stepping on.
Once out of sight of the town, he found a fallen tree and reached out. He gave it a push, and it budged. He gripped it, bent his knees, and heaved. Ethrix wasn’t kidding when he said his muscles were twice as dense now. He lifted this half of the tree as if it were a sack of onions. He still had to work for it, and his legs bulged from the effort, as did his arms and shoulders, but it was a whole tree that would take at least one horse to drag, and he was hoisting it with his bare arms.
He set it down and felt himself. Very swollen, and veins everywhere—twice as many as he’d had at any point in the cave. Seeing them at work made him hard, and he slapped his dick against his pecs. He felt his balls, the weightiness of them and how each one filled his hand.
He walked to a rock embedded into the ground. It was half as tall as he was and about as wide. He worked his fingers through the soil. He pushed. His arms puffed. His shoulders. His legs. The rock tilted upwards.
He braced it with his shoulder and lifted up. The rock tilted all the way vertically. It was too heavy and bulky for him to lift completely, but he had the strength of a team of horses. He pushed, flipping the rock over. It crashed to the side of where it had been, and Garr felt the dragon’s heat boiling inside him. He wondered how long his muscles would be swollen. As he looked himself over, he rubbed his cock with both hands. It didn’t take much for him to finish, and he released ten times before it finally slowed down. He produced as much as a team of horses, as well.
Huffing, Garreth looked up to the sky. “Not a curse at all. Thank you, Ethrix.”
He sat down and waited for his body to look normal again. His cock did shrink to a size he could keep under his clothes. He wondered if he still had money in the bank, and if the Guild knew he’d been missing.
How long had he been in that cave?
Gradually, his dense muscles settled into something that looked believably normal again, and he got up and walked back to town.
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