Little Sister
A while ago I wrote several stories as part of a daily story challenge. I've been wondering if I should post them at all, since they are decidedly more like lemons than actual stories, but several of my friends have recommended I share them anyway. I will be posting one a week for the next few weeks. As usual, I don't really care about spelling or grammar, please restrict comments to the story itself. This is the sixth story in this upload series.
"Take two for moderate growth," the bottle had said. Sarae grinned; the old adage about too much of a good thing had certainly not proven true in this circumstance.
A slender, lithe dragoness, just a tad on the small side, Sarae had always longed to match up to the other girls her age. But she was a reptile, and even if also an anthro that meant she would never develop the pert, perky breasts or the wide birthing hips other female anthros possessed. It also didn't help that she was a definite runt, nearly a full head shorter than any other girl she knew. She looked like a child though she had turned 19 several months ago.
She wouldn't have minded so much, except that lately the drakes she'd been after all seemed to prefer the larger girls. One prospective male had said she made him nervous, that it would be too much like dating his baby sister. Sarae flew home from school that day stifling back tears, and immediately began searching the internet for anything that could help. Three hours later and $500.00 plus shipping and handling poorer, the young dragoness had what she earnestly hoped was a solution. It cost almost all her savings, but the source was recommended on a lot of different review websites.
Sarae spent the entire next day almost too distracted to get anything done. She had told the supplier to ship her order overnight, but the package wasn't due to arrive until after she got back from her morning college classes. A good thing too or she might have been tempted to skip classes and wait for it. At long last the class ended and she raced back to her apartment. The post-compy was delivering the larger packages to the office as she drove past, so she was able to pick up the shipment right there. An innocuous-looking bottle of pills labeled "Dragon Growth Formula."
Even for the price she paid for it, one might question how the pills could possibly work. But the world in which Sarae lived had rediscovered magic. Over half of the people inhabiting the planet were non-human, and her own species of dragon had even faded to myth before Earth's magic awoke once more. Nowadays you could buy next to anything online, if the price was right.
Well at first they hadn't worked too well. As one could guess, the frustrated dragoness hadn't bothered to read the directions too thoroughly, and figuring herself to be so much smaller than normal she'd taken not twice, but three times the usual dose. She had read at least enough to know that it would take a few days before she noticed any results, but she hoped that increasing the dosage would speed things up.
Eagerly she waited up until nearly 2am that night to see if anything would change about her breast size, or her height. She had bought the growth formula with an added option for breast development, and was just as eager to see her boobs grow bigger as she was to add inches to her height. Unfortunately nothing seemed to be happening quickly, even with the extra dosage, and somewhat disappointed, she fell into uneasy slumber.
The dreams that visited her that night proved most atypical for the young dragoness. Invariably in each dream she possessed a massive, powerful form, truly a glorious specimen of draconic anatomy. Muscular, lean, well developed with hips and a bust to shame a fashion star, she stood every last inch of nine feet tall, taller than most male dragons she knew. With so much size and practically oozing sexuality, not to mention her increased strength, she had no problems forcing any male who caught her eye to do whatever she wanted. The dreams were very graphic, very thorough, and appealed to a feral part of her mind she wasn't sure existed when she was awake.
Vaguely disturbed by her nocturnal visions, the dragoness awoke in a shiver well before her alarm clock was set to go off. She lay there panting for a few moments, before realizing that the bed was soaked with some sort of sticky fluid. She knew it wasn't sweat, and she hadn't wet the bed since age 4 or 5, moreover the smell told her all too clearly where this particular liquid had come from. It was her femcum, but how had she made so much?
The answer came to her a moment later when she realized that she no longer took up just a miniscule spot in the center of her bed, but instead the twin-sized frame barely even held up her torso. Somehow she had overgrown her bed in a single night, her lower half lying against the ground, along with her forelimbs as she looked like she was trying to hug a pillow. Only that pillow was her entire mattress! Had she... grown?
She immediately jumped out of bed, shooting up in shock and nearly knocking herself out as she smacked her shoulders and the back of her muzzle against the ceiling. She couldn't even straighten up all the way anymore! She shivered again as she realized she'd also outgrown her nightgown, the small garment laying in tatters upon the sheets as she stood looming naked over it.
The pills had evidently worked, a little bit too well, and now she couldn't even fit in her own apartment! For a moment she was frightened and confused. She had to fix this, had to get back to normal before classes this morning or one of her frequent friends came to visit her. She had only wanted to look like the other girls, not become Godzilla!
Looking around her apartment in desperation, she searched frantically for the pills; perhaps the box would say something helpful. Oh of course, she had left them in the bathroom. Crawling toward the very small-looking doorway while trying not to bump her wings or tail into anything proved difficult, but she managed to make it to the bathroom, reaching for the very tiny bottle.
It was right about then that she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Gasping in awe, she surveyed the changes the pills had made to her while she was asleep. Though she still looked quite young, one could hardly call her child-like anymore. Her breasts now stood out proudly from her chest, firm and without the slightest sag. Her nipples were pert and perky atop mounds that could easily rival large melons. Crawling like this, Sarae couldn't see her hips and tail-section very well, but they also seemed to have filled out, while leaving her midriff trim and shapely.
In fact, all of her body seemed to possess a perfect musculature combined with a complete lack of body fat now. Well-defined curves covered every last square centimeter, front and back, hinting at an enormous amount of power within Sarae's augmented frame, while not seeming overly muscle-bound or unattractively built. Hell, looking at herself in the mirror, she had already begun to feel the stirrings of arousal, sorely tempted to lie down and start pleasuring herself right there.
At that point an idea began to tickle in the back of her mind. Sarae looked down at the paw holding the bottle of pills, a grin gradually blossoming over her muzzle. Without a second thought, she unscrewed the lid and swallowed the entire contents at once!
This time the changes began instantly. All over the dragoness began to grow larger. This time she could feel it, a very pleasant tingle spreading out from her core to slowly cover her entire body in pins and needles of mild pleasure that signified the magic going to work. At last she was getting what she really wanted!
She had only managed to fit half of herself in the bathroom before, or at least that's all she had tried for, and soon she began to run out of room. Feeling the door-frame of that small room squeezing her waist as her muzzle firmly pressed against the mirror, she quickly tried to back out. Unfortunately she seemed to be stuck. Grunting and straining as she quickly lost space, she abruptly felt the doorway give in to her new strength and size, splintering and sending cracks all through the drywall.
She managed to worm her way free of the debris and fit herself back into her bedroom, but even this wasn't made for a dragoness of her increasing dimensions. She couldn't crawl anymore, and had to nearly lay down flat, with her arms and legs tucked in and her tail curled around. She felt herself touching the walls on all sides, trying to bunch up closer. When her wings pressed against the ceiling again though, she had to admit that the apartment could no longer hold her, and could only wince and hope they had insurance to cover damage by growing dragoness. Even though she wanted to grow, wanted to feel this power, she felt a little bad for the people her growth might inconvenience.
Those feelings took the form of a quick and frantic prayer that the room below her would be vacant as she heard ominous creaking spread through the floor beneath her paws. With all this size and muscle came additional weight, and she was about to renovate her apartment into a two-story model. With the sound of splintering support beams, the dragoness let out a sharp, loud cry as she fell through to the bottom floor, a surprisingly short distance at her current size. Thankfully, the apartment seemed to be out of use right now, and she could sit up straight at least for a bit longer.
Fearing further damage to the apartment building, Sarae decided the best thing to do would be to make her exit. As no door could possibly hope to fit her now, she could only bite her lip and cringe as she battered her way through the wall. Brick, timber, and insulation gave easily to her touch, just a casual press of her muzzle easily knocking down the exterior wall of the apartment. She stood there, dazed and impressed by herself, for long enough to feel the walls start to squeeze her hips. Were she to stand she would probably be larger than this entire section of the apartment complex.
Crawling out and standing up while dusting off the remains of the damaged apartment, Sarae realized that the pills had already made her larger than a two-story house. And when she stood up, she saw that her muzzle extended above the roof of a nearby five story office building. Her tail swayed like a sinuous, flexible tree-trunk behind her. Her legs were as big as pillars, but long, shapely, and sexily feminine. Her talons were as big and thick as trash-cans, her tongue long enough to wrap all the way around a small car, and her large breasts could probably fill her apartment complex's swimming pool. She figured she could easily lift a school bus in one forepaw.
With all that, she was still growing, the magic combining with the sense of overwhelming power her size gave her to make her undeniably horny. Now though, she reckoned there wouldn't be any males willing to tell her no. And at her size, she figured she'd need more than one to satisfy her anyway.
Looking around, she noticed that she'd drawn quite a crowd. Standing back a suitably fearful distance, almost all the apartment complex had turned out to gawk at her. She gave a wry grin; well they wanted a show did they? She would oblige them, so long as they joined in.
Sitting down cross-legged with a slight impact tremor, the dragoness beckoned the crowd to her. Though she didn't know it, her arousal and her growth had intensified her scent to the point where her pheromones had a near hypnotic strength. Sarae had always had a strong scent, even if her young appearance put males off. Now though even female furs, even non-dragons, would flock to do her bidding when her aroma tickled their nostrils.
Slowly they came, her scent spreading and drawing an even larger crowd behind them at the same time. As they neared her, she realized that sitting cross-legged as she was the tiny creatures couldn't get at her lower reaches. She also noticed several furs and a couple male dragons eyeing her breasts too, and decided to lie down spreading herself out as the crowd pressed closer.
Tiny paws grasped the edges of her scales, normally sharp as razors but easily dull enough at the size of her small admirers. They begin to climb over her, like a rising tide at the beach. A tide made of living creatures bent on worshipping their new dragon goddess. Some went to her paws, others toward her vent or breasts, and still others went for her tailhole.
Sarae moaned softly, sending a tremor through the crowd atop her, as the first set of tiny paws found her large breasts. They began to climb, with more furs pressing in behind them, while the dragoness reclined, caught up in the sensation of putting on a living garment of pleasure. Those at her femslit began to stroke the pinkening scales, coaxing them to draw back and reveal her sexual flesh. The tiny furs at her tailhole had some difficulty penetrating such a tight orifice, but eventually she began to loosen beneath the assault of a dozen tiny paws. Not even Sarae's large paws were neglected, apparently more than a few foot-fetish anthros in the crowd had fixated upon those massive pads and were rubbing themselves against her perfect feet, and even her hands.
She continued to grow, but for every square centimeter the dragoness expanded, another fur was ready to ensure she remained completely covered by their efforts. Soon hundreds of tiny tongues and paws were stroking her all over, and just as many cocks and pussies could be felt rubbing against her scales in the most massive orgy the city had ever seen.
Working together, the furs at each of her nipples began to squeeze and milk the lactate-producing mountains she'd recently acquired, every drop enough to bathe a dozen of them in her sweet cream. They moaned almost as loudly as Sarae did as they squeezed her breasts between their paws, drinking up her milk, or simply enjoying the taste of her flesh.
Those at her feet were having their wildest fantasies fulfilled by paws the size of small buildings. Many humped her with wild abandon, thrusting against her pads, or the spaces between her talons, or rubbing themselves against the slightly toughened leather of her soles. A few intrepid females even sought to fit one of Sarae's massive talons partially inside them. Those claws were bigger than their entire bodies, but the tips tapered nicely, suitable for a good, deep spread.
The furs at her tailhole and vent were probably doing the dragoness the most good though. A few had managed to work through her tight rosebud, pressed deep within her rectum making her feel pleasantly full as they stroked her muscular walls. She had to try carefully not to crush them at first, but as she grew her anal passage loosened enough that she would have to clench down on purpose to truly damage them. They felt so good inside her!
Those at her blossom found a surprise; the dragoness remained yet a virgin! She had always been careful to preserve her hymen while masturbating, using only her clitoris to work herself to orgasm. She had wanted to allow her future mate to penetrate her for the first time. All notions of that went out the window now that she a dozen tiny furs squirming between her labia, and another half dozen teasing her pleasure nub.
Two large talons came down, pressing the few furs and scalies standing on her hymen directly through the fragile membrane. Her sex captured them, greedily tightening around this first intrusion she had ever felt, and tugging them deeper inside. The pleasure shocked her, causing her to cry out and shiver hard enough to send a few furs falling back to the ground. She didn't even notice, for each one that fell there were a dozen more trying to climb atop her still. They practically flowed into her open vent now, filling her as full as any male ever could have at her old size.
With what felt like half the city trying to pleasure her, the dragoness couldn't possibly last as long as she'd hoped. Especially considering that sexual bliss was almost an entirely new experience. But the males on and inside her right now weren't thinking of their little sister when they looked at her anymore. Instead they saw a sexual goddess, big, powerful, and sexy beyond reason. As hundreds of tiny hands stroked her inside and out, tongues licking her most intimate places, and the seed and femcum of dozens of furs and dragons decorating her scales and sexual flesh, the dragoness quickly felt herself succumbing to her pleasure. As if sensing her nearing climax, the crowd increased their efforts, eager to feel their new goddess cum.
She did not disappoint them. Tossing her muzzle back and crying in full and heavy pleasure, the giant dragoness dug her talons into the ground, thankfully giving enough warning for the females trying out those ivory claws to jump free, joining the tiny ones beneath her pads as they were tightly squeezed but not crushed against the earth beneath her paws, driving them to orgasm with her. Her breasts heaved as her breathing quickened, her milk like a steady stream or waterfall washing over those surrounding her nipples, deluging them in her pleasure as they responded in kind with their own climaxes.
Her clit pulsed in heat, her cunt convulsing around the living shaft of at least half a hundred tightly packed furs, soaking them in her feminine fluids, the pheromones contained within strong enough to capture them in wave after wave of mind-numbing of pleasure. Even those in her tailhole were unable to avoid spilling their own cum as she squeezed down on them so pleasantly firm. As one, every fur or scaly with her reached culmination at the same time, regardless of how many times they'd cum already, worshipping their new sex goddess.
At last her growth began to taper off as she slipped into a pleasantly fuzzy afterglow. Those tiny furs in her sex or tailhole extricated themselves for fear of suffocating, but in general all of her new followers seemed reluctant to leave her. She chuckled and purred softly beneath them. "Now, now, little furs. You've pleased your goddess, but you have jobs to do and families to feed. Run along home for now."
Nodding in perfect obedience, the tiny creatures slowly climbed off of her, unable to disobey such a beautiful, powerful dragoness. Standing up and brushing herself off of the apartments and cars she'd crushed beneath her while growing, the dragoness took stock of her finished transformation. She realized that her paws took up most of the space where her individual apartment building used to be, and that all told she was probably the size of a small airport terminal.
She only grinned, "Definitely not anyone's little sister anymore."