Othello's BIG Way to Start the Job
On the outskirts of a major city, where there is as much flora and fauna as there is buildings, a car rolls into a parking bay, providing the only other one there with some sorely needed company. Once it's pulled into one of the many parking bays available, and the engine is killed off, its occupant emerges, a large 3.05m black and grey dragon emerges. He takes a brief moment to stretch himself loose and limber, before patting down the suit he wears. The expensive, navy blue kind, complete with white shirt, tie, and black shoes. He makes his way, not to the main entrance, but to a smaller side entrance, where the only other one around, a smaller 2.05m dragon black and silver-grey coloured - dressed in dark blue jeans and black boots, light silver-white shirt, with the collar upturned, with only the first three buttons closed, showing off his decent Pecs, a maroon-red duster jacket and black, fingerless gloves - who differed from the other in in having fur and feathered wings as opposed to scales and leather wings. Soon enough, they meet up by the side entrance.
"Hello. Othello Drake, is it not?" The smaller one queried.
"That's my name Vincent." Came his response, in a deeper baritone, to Vincent's solid tenor tone. "But, where is everyone?"
"Oh, building's closed while the new security systems are installed. Meaning you and I are the only ones here, since they left about an hour ago. Still, you need the tour before you start working here, so, might as well do it now. Then you'll be ready for when things pick up. Follow me please" He turned to unlock the door and open it, gesturing Othello to come in, before closing and locking the door behind them.
A short walk along the corridor and up a flight of stairs took them straight to the top floor.
"Okay, we'll get this part out of the way real quick. Here's the main office. All our behind-the-scenes activities happen here. Accounts, Customer Service, Records Maintenance, Meetings. Basically everything that makes the rest of ÜberMass Incorporated work." The floor revealed an open plan-ish layout featuring four large office spaces, two to a side, with their designated roles written in large, bold print by the front of the room. Which moved forward to a kitchen/dining area by their right, and the male/female/disabled access toilets to their left. "Well, you already know why these are here, let's skip them for now. Up ahead, you'll see our two main meeting rooms on your left, no prizes for guessing what happens there. Behind them, is the supplies storage, and in front of them, behind the toilets, is one of the supervisor offices. To the right, another triplicate of offices for the senior staff and another supervisor office behind the kitchen. And now, right in front of us, my office." Unlocking this door led us into a seriously copious office. With a wall of windows, dominating the back, and an immense office desk in front of it. Two rows of filing cabinets on either side of the door finished this room, with at least one extra room to each side. "The left has my own room." Vincent stated, now facing the entrance. "And my meeting room is off to the right. So...liking it so far?"
"Very, impressive setup here." Othello replied, a little in awe.
"Well." Vincent began, a little embarrassed at the praise, if the folding back and down of his ears was anything to go by. "We've only just seen the back of the operations. There's more, much more to see, but first..." He reached into one of the drawers by his desk, pulling out two medium sized glasses and a bottle of some drink Othello had never heard of before. Pro-G Energy Drink.
"Ummm..." Othello started, not sure about the unknown drink.
"Oh, don't worry." Vincent responded, having now filled the second glass and handed it over to Othello. "It's perfectly safe." He finished by draining his glass in just two gulps.
"Well, okay then." Othello followed suit, save for one gulp less.
"In any case, it's time to see the rest of the building, back to the other end of the floor." If Othello had looked back, and if Vincent had been facing him instead of locking the door behind him, he would've seen Vincent's eyes narrow and his muzzle pulled back in a twisted grin, leaning to the right a good bit. An expression that expired as soon as he turned around and caught up to Othello as they returned to the stairs and went down one floor.
Unlike the top floor, this one was all core business. The heart of the company.
"Alright Othello, this is where the meat of our business is contained. Here, all the Research, Development and Testing of products is conducted. The, volume is usually a ways up." Vincent couldn't resist a bit of humour there, to which Othello couldn't help but chuckle along to.
"Yeah, I can see why." Was his appropriate response. Though he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off, he just didn't know what it was.
"Anyway, moving on. You can see most of this floor comprises of R&D Labs, though some space was set aside for both the basic hygiene requirements, and a few meeting rooms here. Each lab room contains its own independent air conditioning and treatment system, and can be sealed off in case of extreme events, though that's never been needed. It does keep the inspectors happy though, and our insurance bills down."
Othello could see clearly that this floor was essentially, four rows of lab rooms, arranged in a symmetrical manner, with large windows to see inside all of them. Again, he noticed that something didn't feel quite right. Almost as if his suit was sticking to him, perhaps the heating was set too high was his private musings.
"Well, down to the bottom floor." Vincent called out. "And as I'm sure you noticed, this floor is a lot bigger than the top floor, giving us roof space for a garden area up there. We'll see it later." This time, they took a different set of stairs down, which led them to the main foyer, at the front of the building. Clearly built with larger crowds in mind, there was more than enough seating for everyone, and even a 60" widescreen Plasma TV set in the wall.
"For visitors, this is the first view they get of our operations. Check Ins and Check Outs happen here, as does some of our deliveries, chiefly mail. Bulk goods come in around the back, where our supplies storage is. Behind the Reception Desk, is the entrance to the Security Rooms, there are cameras placed all around the building and grounds, there are no black spots. That's what was being upgraded."
"I see. Impressive operation here. I'm gonna like it here." Now Othello definitely knew that something was wrong, he was intensely uncomfortable in his suit, and having to tug and pull at it when he could.
"Oh, you will at that. There's one part left to see, this way." Vincent led Othello towards one of the doors and opened it, revealing a corridor that led to a few rooms. "All right, the recreational facilities exist here. Games Courts, Multi-Gyms, that kind of thing. One last point. Enjoyed that drink?" Vincent queried as he saw one button flying overhead, and felt another one hit his neck.
Turning around, he could see that Othello's suit was giving up the battle of containment. The tie had snapped and the jacket and shirt buttons were either struggling to hold or blown off. His belt was tearing itself wider along the buckle, as the zip blew open, while his shoes were beginning to split. All the while, Othello stared at himself n shock, then at Vincent.
"This? This was your doing!?" He was swift to demand.
"Oh yeah." The evil grin was back on his face. "So, liking it?"
"Well you really should've asked, but, well. Actually, yes!" His voice deepening as he added 20cm to his height, his lower abs visible under his failing shirt.
"Good. Allow me to explain its workings. Unlike other products of a size-influencing nature, Pro-G requires adrenaline to function. The more you got, the more you grow. Best achieved by physical activity. By the way, want time in the Gym?"
"Hell YES!!" Othello cried out.
"Excellent. This way then." Vincent opened the second door to the right, which revealed a carnivorous Gym Room, which had a plethora of weight lifting equipment, running and rowing machines, lifting bars and aerobic goods. Othello swiftly jogged over to them barefoot, his deceased and dissected shoes abandoned, while his hefty cock, had burst free from its prison and swayed hard from side to side. His balls were also just beginning to reveal themselves as his once fine suit was slowly being reduced to rags that clung on for dear life. Vincent, on the other hand, was stripping himself to spare his attire from such a fate, since he was also gaining in height and muscle, sealing them inside a very thick, secure and strong safe, before taking his now nude and 2.30m frame over to the bench presses.
"Hey. Why'd you ditch your stuff?" Othello had to ask.
"I like it, and wanna keep it. That's all." Was Vincent's grunted reply, as he pulled on the bar to bring the weights up, his build visibly expanding as he did so.
"Heh, waste of time." Othello countered as he carried a barbell in each hand, each set to 160Kg, while doing squats at the same time. His suit had all but admitted defeat, as only a ruined strip clung to his right thigh, and would not be there for much longer.
"So what? Even with your head-start, I'll still be bigger." Vincent retorted, his own cock sliding out as he passed 3 metres and continued to grow, fast.
"Heh, you're on." Was Othello's response to the challenge as he added even more weight to lift, including some for his tail, before resuming his regime, to add to his already impressive 5.50 metres.
This was the case for a while, as each attempted to out-grow the other, unwilling to give in. soon enough, Othello found his head brushing against the 12 metre high ceiling, along with some real, heavy muscle. Admiring himself for a moment before...
"Heh. Is that the best you can do?" Vincent, had to lay with his back on the floor, too tall to stand anymore, while lifting a pair of bench presses for more growth. Heavy muscle and glistening with sweat, veins swollen on his raging hard-on.
"That's it! No more holding back!" Othello cried out, taking one of the Gym's heavy, circular multi-bench presses and setting it on his own back, using his wings to hold it steady as he began a series of rapid push-ups to close the gap between them. An attempt that would prove rather more difficult than he first thought, as Vincent had already added items to his feet, and was lifting them all so fast, that it was almost a blur. Othello had no option but to try and keep up.
This, of course, had only one outcome. They were both putting so much into it, that the growth effects themselves were falling behind. Meaning that when they finally ran out of room, the growth didn't stop. And the room couldn't hold them, the door blowing out to give Vincent's thick tail a place to go, while the roof crumbled above them. Sensing an opportunity for one last push for growth, Vincent, managed to get onto his knees and set his immense hands on the second floor roof. Pushing hard, it disintegrated swiftly, allowing him to stand and punch through the last roof. His head now in the sun, he stood tall and proud, stretching out his once cramped frame as he continued to grow out of the building. His legs wrecking the rooms below.
While Othello - who had not simply watched - had been knocking down the inner walls, causing the roof to collapse. Or it would have, if he had not caught it, and hoisted it off its last support. Raised above him, he threw it to the side, the roof shattering on impact with the ground. While the ground shattered on impact with the roof.
That additional burst of effort meant something. While Vincent had continued to grow, Othello was closing the gap fast. Until. Finally. They both stopped at around 150 metres or so.
"Hey...what gives?" Othello asked, confused.
"Effects have worn off. I suppose I should have warned you. After about an hour, the effects expire. So, you wanna call it a draw?"
"Sure. Have to admit though. It sure was fun." Othello replied.
"Right. Suits me fine. I need to wash the sweat and dust off though, nearest lake would be about three miles that way." Vincent pointed to his 10 O'clock.
"Got it. Race you there!" Othello tore himself free of the building and sprinted hard towards it, leaving Vincent to chuckle to himself.
"You never could resist challenging people, could you? I have a feeling things will work out perfect for you here. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship, this." He spoke to himself right before giving chase.
End
_This is my first story. Featuring myself and Othello. He's coming in for his first day on the job. And I made sure he was 'properly' welcomed. _