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Beep! Beep! Beep!

A digital alarm clock rang over and over on its owner's stand, the digits blinking. Slowly, a red and white-palmed scaled hand emerges, slamming on top of the snooze button and falling limp to the side. The red and white dragoness, yawned slowly, her head still half buried in the pillow as she peeked one of her golden eyes open, letting it focus on the clock.

It took her only a few seconds before she shot up in bed.

"Eek! I'm late! I'm super late!" Ilkarin flew off her covers, showing off her lithe and well toned form off in her nightgown as she leapt from the bed, running to her door as she pulled off her jean shorts and t-shirt.

"Oh...I am going to miss it. I can't believe I overslept!" She moaned, hopping on one foot as she put one leg in her pants and then the other, her tail helping her keep balance. She then quickly put her shirt on, struggling a bit to get them over her breasts.

"Gah! Stupid shirts! They always seem to get smaller every time I put them on." She growled, looking at herself in her mirror and quickly brushing some of her white hair from her face. She snatched her keys from the dresser and ran down stairs, bolting out the front door of her apartment building and running down the stairs to her car.

"Ok, I still have time. Just don't speed." She took a few deep breaths, then started her car and drove down the street.

Ilkarin turned on the radio after a few minutes driving, starting to calm down as she bobbed her head to the music, tapping her claws on the steering wheel. She was off to a big dance tournament just on the outskirts of town. She had been practicing all month for it, making sure to get every spin and every step down to the last second to the beat of any tune.

Unfortunately for her, she was getting too in tuned with her music that she didn't see her gas gauge go past empty. The car stuttering cause her to jolt back to reality, wondering what was wrong before looking at the gas gauge.

"No, no, no! I forgot to fill the tank!" She groaned, pulling off to the side of the road and banging her head on the wheel. She had just left the city, and there wasn't a gas station in sight.

She groaned and got out of her car, checking her trunk for maybe a spare gas can, but seeing none.

"I can't believe this! I was so close! I worked so hard!" She whimpered, lower her head as her hair fell across her face again. What was worse was her stomach started growling, since she ran out the door without breakfast.

The dragoness sighed and thought. She could always grow and walk there, but she didnt bring any spare macro clothes to fit. That and if anyone saw her...

"Car trouble miss?"

She nearly jumped and smacked her head on her trunk lid, turning quickly to see a Collie in overalls and a farmer's hat standing behind her. His fur was mostly brown with a small bit of black around his neck and a white underbelly. Behind him he had a tractor pulling a cart of hay.

"Didn't mean to startle you miss. Thought you heard me pull up." He smiled.

"S-sorry. Just lost in thoughts. My car ran out of gas and I am already late to the Outtown club." She sighed, closing her trunk door.

"Oh you mean where they're having the dance party thingy that I've heard some kids talking about. This street has been busy with cars driving by up to there." As the collie scratched himself on the back.

"Yeah, but I won't be. I'm out of gas and there isn't a gas station in sight." Ilkarin sniffed, rubbing her nose.

"Now, now miss. I can let ya have my spare gas tank to get you there." The collie smiled, reaching into the wagon and pulling out an extra tank. Ilkarin's eyes went wide.

"Oh no. I can't accept that. You might need it while you work." She shook her head.

"Nah, I'm still on a full tank, and I can make it to the gas station for another." He chuckled, opening her tank and starting to fill it.

Once done, he screwed back on the gas cap.

"I don't have much, but I should at least pay you..." she dug into her short jeans, pulling out a small clump of money. The collie turned it away, and instead threw her a small brown pouch.

"Nah, think of it as a fair trade. And take those to snack on. I could hear your stomach rumbling over my tractor." He gave a short chuckle from his joke. Ilkarin only blushed, confused.

"But, what do I trade to you? I don't know if I have anything you want." She gulped.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure we'll meet again and you'll have something for me. Just be careful there with that food. Don't eat too many at once!" He called over the roar of his engin as he started up his tractor, turning and starting back down a dirt path into a field. Ilkarin opened the bag to see it was full or beans.

"Beans...yummy..." she grimaced, getting back into her car and putting them on the passenger seat.

She was almost to the Club when her stomach growled again. She bit her lip as the pain was intensive. Sighing, she reached two clawed fingers into the bag and grabbed one bean, getting it over with quickly and throwing it into her mouth.

As she crunched down, it really didn't taste that bad. Actually it did taste pretty good! She reached in and ate another, and then another, still munching as she pulled into the parking lot. As she parked, she turned the bag upside down and swallowed the rest, licking her muzzle as she patted her stomach.

"Wow! Those were pretty good! And I feel ful-hic!" She gasped and covered her mouth, blushing even if no one was around. "Guess I ate them a bit too fast." She took a deep breath, getting out of her car and locking it. She readjusted her shirt, feeling it ride up a bit more as she grumbled.

"I need to get bigger shirts." As she pulled it down again, going into the club doors.

Apparently, she was just in time. The judges were already explaining the rules and how you were eliminated. The red dragoness blushed as some other furs looked at her as she walked in, many moving out of her way as she made her move to the dance floor. She gave another hiccup, causing her to blush and cover her mouth.

Immediately a fast paced techno song began to play. Ilkarin started to tap her foot and head to the beat, getting a feel for it before breaking into dance. The judges began to start to walk around, already pulling furs off and telling them they were out. They walked by Ilkarin once, watching her for a bit and moving on, the dragoness giving another hiccup from nervousness.

Time wore on, and it was becoming a test of endurance and talent. Ilkarin could feel her legs getting tired, and blushing whenever she hiccupped. But soon enough, it was down to her and a male tiger. Another fast paced song started, making both contestants immediately start to dance. The furs that were off to the side watched and formed a circle around them.

Ilkarin closed her eyes, trying to stay calm and focused. She kept dancing to the beat, not missing a step. Unbenost to her, her hiccups continued, more rapidly now as she moved. The furs watched in fascination, and soon worry as they could've sworn the dragoness was getting bigger. It wasn't long till they knew they were right. Ilkarin's clothing began to strain and ride up on her body as it expanded. Seems began to snap as the crowd could easily see her nipples through the fabric. The growing dragoness didn't notice her growth either; her mind was set on dancing and winning.

The crowd began to take steps backwards as Ilkarin's feet started to take up more and more room. The tiger, himself, finally stopped dancing as a foot to his back sent him falling. The judges were too stunned to even try to stop the contest as they watched Ilkarin's clothing beginning to rip. Red scales began to show through her shorts and shirt as they struggled to remain on the 20ft dragoness.

It was the DJ, a hyena who was making sure the songs blended together while wearing a headset and nodding his head to the beat, finally looked out to see the growing dragon, his paw hitting the switch and stopping the music. Everyone was quiet as the room was only filled with the noise of shredding clothes and Ilkarin's stomps.

Ilkarin still did a few more moves before realizing the song was over. She opened her eyes and panted, giving a short hiccup and blushing as she covered her mouth.

"Excuse...me....?" She blinked, hearing the final rip of her shirt as her breasts billowed out for all to see.

"Eek! Hic! What's...hic!...happening to me? Hic!" She screamed, covering her top with her arm as she pushed her way through the crowd.

It was as she peaked 30ft that her pants gave way, causing her to hiccup once more and try to cover her front. She reached the front door and desperately tried to reach through, giving everyone behind a good view of her rear, making some men feint.

The growing dragoness gave another hiccup, this one shooting her up greatly in size and falling through the front wall and into the parking lot.

"Sorry! Hic!" She whined, standing back up and covering herself again, not seeing the empty car below her as her foot crushed it.

"Sorry!" She turned, apologizing to whoever was in the club, her tail knocking over a lamppost. Ilkarin whimpered as she covered herself again, running down the street.

The traffic in town was as busy as ever around noon. Most furs were honking their horns at each other to get moving. The honking was so loud and numerous, that no one heard the footsteps in the distance. It was only when the furs felt their cars jolt, and the image of a massive scaly paw crashing down before them did they stop.

Ilkarin bit her lower lip as she tried to not step on anyone or anything. Her hiccups were getting worse, not to mention causing her to spurt bigger than ever. Even worse was her breasts were starting to leak milk onto her arm as each hiccup caused her breasts to bounce and be teased by her arm.

"Sorry! Hic! Sorry! Hic! I'm so sor-hic!-ry!" She gasped as her foot flattened a mailbox. The furs in cars weren't helping much as they abandoned their traffic caught vehicles and fled out onto the streets. Ilkarin pouted as she decided to get off the main road, turning down another one. Unfortunately, her judgment was off as she got wedged between two skyscrapers, her breasts pushing against the walls. She gasped and revealed herself, trying to push her body free. Another hiccup caused her breasts to be squeezed, thick jets of dragoness milk shooting out onto the street, covering furs and cars.

"Hic! Hic! Sorry! Hic!" She gasped, moaning as she felt herself going through another growth spurt, milk constantly leaking out now as her breasts and form pushed upwards through the two buildings till she was able to free herself.

The 200ft dragoness gasped, trying to stop her hiccups as she looked around, spotting the community park and the pond. Quickly and carefully she tried to make it through the city. But it was impossible now to not cause damage with her massive feet as they started to take up the whole road.

Her feet left craters in the street, her tail inadvertently crashing into the sides of buildings. Her lactating breasts left puddles in the road and sidewalks. Her sight was set straight on the pond so well that she didn't see the tractor trailer at her feet below some power lines. It was slow motion to the furs on the street as she tripped, landing with an earthshaking thud. Furs caught in her shadow could only watch and scream in horror as she crashed down onto them. Ilkarin groaned as her front hurt, then gasped as she quickly sat back, expecting to see a dozen or so red down in the two massive craters her breasts left. Strangely enough, she didn't see any spots in the crater. Instead, she felt a strange tickling in between her mounds.

She looked down and flushed red with relief and embarrassment as each fur she landed on was caught between her breasts. Hiccupping and apologizing at the same time, she set each one of them down and gently stood, finally making it to the park in a few steps.

She gulped, already passing 300ft and still growing. Luckily, everyone left the park. Her claws just dug trenches into the ground as trees were reduced to splinters. A single drop of milk landed on the playground, overflowing the sandbox and knocking over equipment.

She hiccupped once more before bending over the pond, panting as she lowered her muzzle and began to drink in large gulps. She could feel another hiccup building, this one planning to be huge. But she drank more and harder, draining half the pond already. Her claws dug into the earth as her eyes watered, still forcing back the hiccup as she finished the pond.

The 360ft dragoness sat back, taking in slow breathes as she rubbed her stomach, letting her eyes close in relief. It came suddenly and without warning as she gave the loudest hiccup of them all, one heard around the city.

Ilkarin braced herself and closed her eyes, waiting for the growth, but it never came. Instead, she coughed something up onto her palm, seeing tiny specs. The beans. She clenched her hand and drew her arm back, throwing them into the sky. She sighed as she could feel herself rapidly dwindling, quickly standing and heading home.

On a run down farm house, a husky pup was busy planting a bean plant he had traded his cow for, being promised riches. He had just finished watering the soil when beans rained down from the air, landing around the plant. The husky was confused as the ground began to shake, his little bean plant suddenly growing up into the sky...

A week later, Ilkarin stepped out of her home for the morning mail. Luckily, no one figured out it was her that day when she grew. The town was already making repairs and fixing streets. It was posted in newspapers as "Attack of the 300ft Goddess?" which made her blush, the idea of furs thinking of her as a goddess.

She looked inside her mailbox, only to find one large yellow envelope with no return address. Opening it, she found a check for five hundred dollars for winning the dance competition. She couldn't believe it.

Letting out a loud cheer and a jump, she cried out in joy and smiled. As she jumped, another sheet of paper with a paperclip on it fell from the envelope. She stopped, confused, and picked it up.

Suddenly, Ilkarin flushed redder than she ever had before with embarrassment. The letter read "Trade Completed" with an attachment of a photo of Ilkarin from behind of the time she tripped, with her picking out furs between her breasts.