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Creation

With Azure Ebonwing asleep in the demon's chambers, Osimaret knew he needed to devise a suitable venue for his current and future partners to do their work. The emphasis was on perfection of the body, of course, and while merely stealing power was entertaining, it was unlikely to remain interesting for an eternity. He felt it was appropriate to create a new place, a venue for this ongoing process. A wry grin crossed the narwhal's face as an idea began to take shape. It would be a gym, not entirely unlike one found in the mortal realms, but with its own special purpose. Rather than merely a space to pump iron, as lesser creatures might do, this gym would cater to the ultimate pursuit of perfection, fueled by the whatever damned souls the demon summoned; their bodies would provide previously unimaginable energy for those working out here. Free from the limits of the physical realm, gifted with eternal use, the beings that would work out here could attain the physical perfection they only once dreamed of.

It was a simple solution, really, but one that Osimaret could scarcely wait to put into motion. Rather than finding an existing place to borrow for his purposes he simply created a new pocket of space to work within, connected loosely to both the mortal world and the underworld, as if it were a strange sort of purgatory. In a sense it was, at least for the doomed beings that would be summoned there; for the few chosen to exercise here, it would be like paradise beneath the earth. At first, the narwhal considered keeping it simple, but creativity soon took hold of his efforts. If he was going to create an ultimate facility, one that could potentially see millenia of use, why should Osimaret allow himself to be bound by the normal constraints of mortal reality?

With a brief moment of concentration, the demon began to conjure up weight racks and workout machines of varieties. Some of the machines were scaled to mere human sizes or smaller; others were large enough that even the twenty-foot tall Azure would struggle to cope with the multi-ton weights. The smaller things were placed to the side; the biggest were presented in the center of the room, so those who had attained the most could show off to their peers and give the smaller ones something to aspire to. It would only be fitting for the largest to get to show themselves off at every opportunity, even when among the other finely-sculpted creatures that would soon fill this room.

With the basic layout of the gym established, the demon's attention turned to the ambiance. The walls shimmered for a moment before they reformed as a sheet of mirrors, allowing those working out to observe their form and actually see themselves getting larger as their workouts progressed. Some of the purists might take it simply as a chance to ensure they're working out correctly; Osimaret still expected most to simply indulge their vanity and narcissism by observing their bodies. The ceiling and floor were soon changed to a softly glowing surface; diffuse light permeated the room from both above and below. Another thought and it rippled with colors before reverting to a daylight-white. That glowing floor would make it so much easier to find when something tiny was upon it, be it a fleeing ant-sized mortal or a planet smaller than a breadcrumb. Similarly, it would give those mortals an all-too-clear view of the gods towering above them, even if they were about to be trampled out of existence without ever being noticed. Even those specks deserved a chance to appreciate the beauty of the being destroying them, even if it was simply a fleeting glance of a foot's sole or the underside of a tail.

There would have to be other, supporting structures as well, of course. A completely-outfitted weight room was nice, but still only a start. As Osimaret walked toward the wall a doorway simply appeared, giving way to a newly-formed hallway. He started by forming a pair of sauna rooms - one larger than the other - perfect for allowing a giant to simply relax after a long workout, as well as providing a delightfully steamy, musk-heavy environment for future visitors to experience. Within each room, benches of various sizes appeared, ensuring that anyone could find a place to sit. Further along the hallway, to the right, he formed an enormous pool suitable for even a creature of his stature. To the left, he willed a running track into existence. It might be a tad small for some of the giants but it would still provide an alternative to a mere treadmill. Within that track he created a grassy field, one that could sustain itself even under the artificial lights within this underworldly fitness club. That could be easily reused for something else later.

Satisfied with the array of things he had constructed thus far, the demon decided to finish things off with a series of private rooms, each marked with merely a number. They alternated side to side, with room 1 being the smallest and 13 the largest; even Osimaret and Azure would have ample room in that final space. They were left unfurnished, for now; the demon was certain that his chosen partners would invent enough ways of using that space and he would indulge those requests in time. Just beyond those were a set of more mundane locker rooms, furnished with the usual set of benches, showers, toilets, and storage units. As before, the items all varied in size to accommodate the differing heights of the 'clients' that would soon be making use of these facilities. The demon thought for a moment and added a set of scales, ranging from one that might be seen in a human doctor's office, to something suited to livestock, to one that clearly was designed with heavy machinery in mind. Alongside, he mentally painted measurements directly onto the wall. A few of the guests would surely like to quantify exactly how large they were becoming, after all.

The only thing left now were the finishing touches. He made a stairway leading up to an unassuming door simply marked exit. That would serve as a portal back to a mortal world, if any of the creatures working out wished to return to their previous homes after an intense day in the gym. Osimaret didn't bother with any wards to prevent a mortal from wandering in unannounced; if someone uninvited dared to enter, he was sure the gym-mates could take care of that intruder with extreme prejudice. He chuckled to himself and almost hoped that would happen sooner rather than later; the look on that pathetic creature's face would surely be pricely. The demon then walked back the way he came and created another stairway leading down, with a door marked office. This would lead back to his chambers when he was ready to depart at the end of an even The entire setup was rather unassuming and seemed normal enough until someone actually paid attention to what was going on. By the time they noticed just how large the athletes were and how they'd attained those incomprehensible proportions, however, one would either be in on it or simply doomed to whatever fate would soon befall them. There was no guest pass here; entrance was truly all or nothing.

With his work complete, the demon made use of that 'office' doorway and stepped back into his private quarters, ready to awaken the dragon and show Azure the new facilities. It was time to begin training alongside the dragon. "Wake up, Azure," Osimaret said, standing alongside the bed. "It's time to begin your training."

"The fuck?" the dragon said, quickly rolling out of bed. He looked around in shock until memories of the previous day came back to his mind. As he remembered what happened, his muzzle curled up into a grin and he simply nodded to Osimaret. "Oh. Right. Training. Lead the way. Let's do this." Azure rolled out of bed and got to his feet, following the demon into the gym to begin working out.

Initialization

When Azure and Osimaret made their way into the gym, the dragon's jaw dropped. This was more workout gear than he'd ever seen in one place, even if he just counted the things that were designed for someone his size. "Are we missing anything, Azure?" Osimaret asked, looking over at the muscular dragon at his side.

"No. This is awesome," Azure Ebonwing said, taking a look around.

Osimaret smiled. "Good. Please, make yourself at home." The demon then stood back, simply watching the dragon wander around like a kid in a candy store. It was simply a challenge of deciding where to begin with such a perfect array of options before him. Azure finally made his way to an upright weight rack and started loading up weights to do a set of squats. It was only when he felt something tingling under his paw that he looked down to see... an entire city the size of his foot? "I never said that you'd be dealing with just one victim at a time, Azure," Osimaret explained. "Even if you never notice those tiny things at your feet, you'll still be able to absorb that mass; it will simply add to your overall size."

For those in that city, things had quickly descended into chaos. Azure had taken out the suburbs with just one of his toes. Those beneath it saw the sky turn black as the dragon's toes rose overhead. Thanks to the floor lighting, however, things never went dark. They still saw every detail on those finely-scaled soles as the toes lowered closer and closer to them. The downdraft of wind carried the musk of his paws over the landscape, practically marking that tiny realm with his scent. Some people and weaker buildings were simply blown away by that gust of wind. The rest, however, survived until that foot finally made impact with the ground. The toes were merciless in their impact; to the micros beneath them, it landed with the force of a crashing moon. A few were 'lucky' enough to end up between the toes, but they were helpless to the dragon, forced to watch as their neighbors and neighborhood were reduced to mere rubble in an instant. The buildings collapsed, obliterated into mere dust. Living creatures fared even worse; most of them never had a chance to even registered pain as they were crushed to death. The exceptionally unfortunate were half-crushed at the edge of the dragon's toe prints, but as his weight settled the scaly surface rolled over them and put them out of their misery.

Azure casually adjusted his stance to do his lift. His foot lifted, revealing the toe-shaped craters to the remaining citizens below. His foot moved through the air at almost impossible speeds, at least from the perspective of the tiny ones below; they didn't even realize they'd been shrunken by this demon, nor did they know why this was happening to them. All it caused was a sheer panic in the city, causing gridlock and blocking the few 'escape' paths, even if the only escape was to simply be lost on the floor of the gym, to be obliterated at some indefinite point in the future. Most of the tiny ones were simply caught in the city limits and in the direct path of the dragon's foot. This time his toes came down right in the heart of downtown, crushing through buildings without mercy. Skyscrapers that took years to construct were demolished within a second. Video of that impact was beamed through the city before the broadcast tower was taken out, sending the last of the media off the air. The resulting wave of debris filled the streets with dust and smoke; it was impossible for the tiny ones to tell what had survived and what had not. As some of that dust settled, the dragon's toes loomed far above the buildings that had been destroyed, making it all too clear what the new order of this world would be. That world would just happen to be extremely short lived.

The lifts Azure did were a strain even for the mighty dragon. He had racked up fifteen tons of weight on that barbell; the metal bent from the sheer mass that was packed onto both ends. The weight was distributed throughout his body, though, and Azure had dealt with things that were heavier. It seemed the mass he was drawing from that tiny town was helping as well; he felt a small jolt of power in his leg from that shrinking city, renewing his efforts and offsetting the fatigue of lifting such an enormous weight. Azure roared with effort as he stood up again. "One," the dragon growled adjusting his stance once more. If the weight of the dragon alone was catastrophic, adding three times more weight in metal was even more devastating. As Azure's foot shifted, this time it came down with even more violent force, shaking the ground throughout the rest of the city. The resulting quake knocked over all but the most resilient structures and thousands more perished within those collapsing structures. The dragon's foot simply loomed over their city like a strange, alien mountain, one that caused even more devastation every time the scale-covered landscape shifted.

As the waves of dust and debris settled down, some of the remaining survivors dared to look up and actually saw the full glory of the blue-and-black scaled god looming above them. In the artificial sunlight of the weight room, Azure's scales glistened brilliantly, an almost dizzying display. Though it was hard to get one's eyes to focus on anything very far above the dragon's knees, the most keen-eyed micros had the pleasure of seeing even higher. They could actually see under the dragon's loincloth at the heavy, swaying balls and dragonhood hidden beneath it. They saw his glutes flexing as he went down for his next lift; those muscles were perfectly smooth aside from the thin layer of scales covering them. It was impossible to see anything past that, as it was blocked by his body, but that image would be burned into their minds for the rest of their lives, even if that lifespan was likely to be measured in mere minutes.

"Two," Azure once again snarled, adjusting his grasp on the barbell. If anything, these lifts were getting easier as he progressed through the set. Whatever the demon was doing it was clearly working; this was the best the dragon had ever felt during a workout. The power was intoxicating and just a bit erotic, but such thoughts were a distraction. There would be time to deal with those carnal desires later. For now, it was all about pulling that weight down on top of him and once again pushing it back toward the ceiling. "Three! FOUR!" Azure's growls had increased in volume to a full roar, while his newly-minted powers made use of what little remained of that city beneath him. Those few survivors saw the dragon's foot expanding in front of them (even though they were actually shrinking instead), slowly covering the gap between them. It was only after Azure did the fifth and final lift in his set that the dragon turned his attention to the last of those little things beneath him. Now that the city had the full attention of the dragon, its time was up. Azure just laughed as he saw the remnants of the town below him, less than the size of one of his toes. He barely lifted his paw off the ground - he felt no need to waste much effort on such worthlessly tiny things - and simply shifted his biggest toe right over that city. The cries of the micros never reached his ears before he stepped down, crushing the last of it into dust. With a deep groan of lust, he ground his foot back and forth as if snuffing out a bug. Already, he felt amazing, and this was just one exercise of oh so many he could do...

The next exercise Azure felt like doing was a reverse bench press. Rather than lying on his back and pushing the weight over his head, the barbell would be lowered beneath him and pulled up toward his chest. Osimaret saw the dragon moving that direction and summoned another landscape for him to lay across. Rather than simply lying down on latex or plastic, when Azure took his position on the bench he once again felt ground crumbling against his scales. This time it wasn't a mere city; it was an entire mountain range worth of terrain for him to demolish with his body. He moved slowly as he lied upon the bench, taking a chance to actually savor the sensation of pure, omnipotent destruction. His groin came down first, causing things to collapse against the tremendous bulk of his balls and cock as they slapped against the surface. His thighs started to tease against the ground as well, soon followed by his hips and abdomen. His chest was the last thing to come down onto the bench; even more ground was simply lost beneath his pecs.

For those actually on that ground, it felt like the sky was falling. All they saw was a strange surface moving toward them at impossible speeds. Those at the dragon's crotch were given a particularly strong whiff of the dragon's scent; the smell of sex was completely unmistakable for anything else. Even though dragon wasn't hard, his pheromones were raging like nothing else. That musky sweat dripped from his scales and formed a new lake upon the ground, with a river steadily dripping toward the valleys below and eventually flooding them. There was still a small gap between his balls and thighs, allowing a few micros to survive, but they were at a particularly strong source of his scent and were gradually inundated by more and more sweat as it oozed from their new lord's body. Further up along the dragon's body, some others survived, tucked away into the crevices between the dragon's six pack abs or the vast valley between his pecs. They, too, were left awash in the dragon's scent as his exertion drew forth a raw, masculine aroma from deep within.

But that landscape was quite unstable, especially near the dragon's chest. As Azure started to work the weight those pectoral muscles began to work as well, flexing around the tiny fragments of ground between them. It was like a cavern collapsing to those tiny ones. Darkness made it difficult to see what exactly was happening, but the rapidly increasing heat and pressure made it clear enough to those little ones. And, as before, Azure's body started to make use of the survivors to fuel his workout. With each lift, he stole more mass from the remaining landscape beneath him, putting all that mass - all that strength - directly into those enormous chest muscles and buffed himself even more impressively. Azure felt like he could do these lifts all day, fueled entirely by the power he received by helping that demon obliterate some worthless micros that were already condemned to meet a horrible end anyway.

Rather than focusing entirely on strength training, the dragon decided to try out some of the cardio exercises available in this gym. He made his way to one of the stationary bikes and tried to make himself comfortable on the seat. He felt nothing as he sat down initially, but as soon as his feet touched the pedals he experienced that now-familiar blissful sensation of a tiny, helpless thing being destroyed beneath his body. He pulled his feet back for just a moment to look down; on the right pedal was a smaller town this time, one that looked as if it had been ripped from some mountainside resort region. On the left, however, was a single creature. A raptor, brown, with a few tattered red feathers left of a crest. This time the micro was still large enough to protest but Azure simply was having none of it. "You know why you're here," he growled, silencing the protesting dinosaur by simply stomping down on that pedal. Bones cracked beneath his foot; the dragon's sweat stung those wounds. All the dinosaur could feel was the hard plastic of the bicycle pedal against his back and the equally-unforgiving sole of a muscular dragon's foot bearing down on top of him. That translucent plastic let through just enough light for him to see the sweaty scales glistening, even as that fluid dripped and smeared onto his body in spite of his efforts to avoid it.

With a single micro under one foot and a city beneath the other, Azure felt he should correct that imbalance soon enough. Focusing his efforts entirely on his left foot for a moment, he ripped as much size from the raptor as he could. Even now, that sensation was just short of orgasmic; the warmth and power flooded through every pleasure receptor in the dragon's buff body. He made good use of that energy as he began to work the bicycle. With each revolution the raptor was thrown about this way and that. The isolated reptile smashed upward against the arch of the dragon's sole, then back down into the pedal, each time moving what felt like dozens of feet as he rode and clung to what little remained of his life. Each impact jarred the dinosaur to the core, but things were just going to get worse; eventually he moved the wrong way and his arm broke from another impact, then a leg shattered. The accumulating wounds made it harder and harder for the raptor to cling to consciousness; Azure simply pedaled on, blissfully ignorant of the fate of the tiny one suffering through hell at his feet.

Beneath the dragon's other foot, things in the city were made just as chaotic. The motion was enough to overload every seismograph in the region, causing the instruments to simply jump their springs. Buildings collapsed immediately. Azure anticipated this, however, and tried to simply drain the mass of every inanimate object beneath that foot. He didn't know if it worked or not, aside from feeling another rush of power while still feeling other things under his feet. For those below, however, things became even more weird. Buildings that were in the process of falling over simply disappeared in midair, leaving no trace of their existence. Some of the citizens in those buildings were simply thrown to the ground and smashed against the plastic. A few were flung skyward, thanks to the downward motion of the pedal, and met their end against Azure's foot, trapped in a layer of his musky footsweat.

Minutes passed and the dragon's musk became even more potent. The number of survivors was dwindling rapidly as the motion eventually scrambled most of their senses, but a few stubbornly clung to consciousness and life. The scent and scent became stronger with every minute that passed. The musky sweat that once simply clung to the dragon's sole now oozed across the pedal, coating it in that slippery, pungent-smelling fluid. The remaining survivors were soon mired in that lake that formed upon the bicycle's pedal, unable to free themselves. They were simply along for the ride, forced to the surface as the pedal moved down, then submerged in that deepening lake of paw sweat on the next upstroke. Gradually, the last of them succumbed to the dragon's feet; ten thousand more souls were simply lost because Azure wanted to go for a bicycle ride.

After a quarter hour, Azure concluded his ride. He felt like he could've gone on much longer, but he wanted to see what Osimaret was planning next. The sensation of having those tiny things fueling his body, his perfection, was something that the dragon was already growing incredibly fond of. This would be what allowed him to reach his truest potential.

Acquisition

Annihilation

Footrest

Relaxation

Treadmill

Punishment

Dragonien laughed at one of the smaller gym-mates, once again crossing his arms as he blocked off a piece of equipment. "Aw, look at the runt," the red dragon said, looking down at Sovrim. The amphibian certainly wasn't that small at nearly ten feet in height, but Dragonien had increased his size to nearly eighteen feet, making himself the second-largest resident of the Society. Osimaret, however, had finally had enough of the dragon's shenanigans. Clearly this had gone too far. For Dragonien, things suddenly went dark.

When the red dragon came around, he was left in a mental haze. His body ached all over, something he hadn't experienced since his very first day in the gym; normally, taking size from the victims of this club was enough to sustain his vitality. When Dragonien tried to move, he found he could barely make his body budge. His vision slowly cleared and he found why he couldn't move: He'd been tied up to a workout rack. Whoever did it was thorough about it as well; every one of the dragon's limbs was held fast and the machine wasn't going to lift from the ground. The facility was strangely empty and only dimly lit. Then, suddenly, a pair of red eyes glared at the immobilized dragon through the foggy darkness.

"I told you we have rules here, few as they may be..." Osimaret's voice echoed through the room, carrying a force along with them. "Respect your peers. You have refused to do that and proven you are not worthy of being a member of this Society." The demon paused, allowing Dragonien to absorb those words for a moment. "But I cannot simply allow you to leave here. You've seen too much, experienced too much, changed too much. I cannot wipe those memories from your mind and you've condemned yourself by your refusal to cooperate. And you know what happens to those condemned within these walls..." The threat was clear, but Dragonien remained defiant. He just glared at Osimaret as if his gaze could actually convince the demon to let him go. Osi was having none of it.

Rather than wasting any more time speaking to the stubborn dragon, Osimaret made his way to a bench press rack directly in front of Dragonien. The demon loaded it up with almost two tons of weight and simply took his position underneath the bar. Grunting, even the mighty demon struggled to lift that weight the first time, but as he pushed It toward the ceiling his body began to change. He was starting to bulk up with muscle, growing right there on the rack. The second push was easier; the third easier than that. He began to get into a rhythm, steadily accelerating his tempo as the power flowed into his body, causing his chest to expand dramatically with that extra mass.

And where, exactly, was this tremendous increase in size coming from?

Dragonien began to feel faint as the demon did to him what so many mortals had already suffered in this very same place: The size he'd attained was now being siphoned away from him, applied to a creature more deserving of it. The well-sculpted form the red dragon was had was beginning to erode, while his size itself slowly but steadily started to diminish. The dragon was now only sixteen feet tall, barely matching the height of the demon across the room from him. Worse, as he became smaller he lost his height more quickly; it took more of his stature to provide the same benefit to Osimaret's form. By the time the demon had finished his first set of twenty reps, Dragonien was left panting for air, exhausted from being drained so severely in such a short period of time. Without even acknowledging the struggling dragon, the demon added another ton of weight to the barbell and started working once again. His grunts echoed throughout the otherwise empty room as he worked, throwing around 6,000 pounds as if it were barely anything at all. But Dragonien certainly felt it; as the demon's chest rippled with muscle the dragon's continued to decrease in size.

It was only after the demon finished his second set of reps on the bench press that he stood up and faced the dragon once again. By now, Osimaret had increased his height by almost two feet, while Dragonien had been taken down to his original eight-foot height, albeit with considerably less muscle than he originally had. He looked more like a twinkboi now, slightly feminine in his build. Osi, meanwhile, simply loomed over him and chuckled darkly. "I tried to warn you that this would happen, Dragonien. But now you get to experience what it's like to have your body taken from you as you seemed to pride yourself on doing." The red dragon tried to say something but couldn't form words. It was too late for words. It was now simply a question of how the demon was going to finish off this act. Osimaret was trying to keep his lust in check but his bulging maleslit was in plain view to Dragonien, just above the dragon's eye level.

Rather than taking to the workout machines again, Osimaret continued by simply placing his right hand on the dragon's head and gave a firm shove downward. Dragonien didn't collapse to his knees; his body instead compressed itself to fit the space as another two feet were simply ripped away from him. The demon now crouched in front of Dragonien; even like that, his chest was still even with the dragon's muzzle. The massive pectorals rippled as the demon flexed. His flesh glistened with sweat even in that dim light. "I may be willing to spare you, dragon, for a price..." The demon spoke. To the diminished dragon, those words had the force of thunder, pounding against his body and making it difficult to focus on anything but the demon's voice. "Prove you're willing to worship me and those greater than you and I'll allow you to stay here, even if only as a warning to the others. You will be treated as public property and used however your former gym-mates want. It will be degrading and humiliating and you do not even deserve that opportunity to be abused. If you will accept this, start by drinking the sweat from my chest. If you will not, I will just as happily crush you between my thighs."

With those words, Osimaret leaned in once again, pressing his chest right up against Dragonien's face. All the red dragon could see were those heavy pectorals right in front of him. He could even feel the demon's pulse against his snout, carried forth by those taut, flawlessly-sculpted, mighty muscles. And with every heartbeat, they became even larger as more mass was stolen from Dragonien, feeding the demon's physical powers as well as stroking his libido. It was almost intoxicating as the scent of demonic lust began to fill the dragon's nostrils; Osimaret couldn't help but enjoy his plaything's struggles. The dragon was torn between surrendering his will to a horny demon just to live or to simply allow himself to be destroyed. But that survival instinct soon won out and Dragonien, swallowing his pride, leaned in and began to run his tongue along the pecs right in front of him. "Good dragon..." Osimaret rumbled. The demon's right hand held Dragonien's snout firmly in place; the dragon was not going to escape that musky flesh any time soon.

Time passed. How long? It was impossible for Dragonien to tell. It seemed like his entire world was nothing more than the sweaty chest of a demon. The smooth, ebony-black flesh rippled occasionally as the dragon licked it over again and again and again. No matter how many times he caressed that skin with his tongue the musk and sweat never seemed to diminish, even for a moment. If anything, they became even more pronounced, thanks to the demon's libido fueling his desire to toy with this dragon. Osimaret stroked his demonhood slowly, though he generally just let it throb between his legs as the smaller dragon tended to his chest. "Can't you lick it all up? Here, let me help," he said and he grasped Dragonien's head firmly in one hand. Not content to simply let the dragon lick, the demon started to rub his plaything's head across his hide, smearing sweat upon the smaller one's face. It clung to his body, literally marking him with that potent scent for the time being. Even more, it made the musk-drunk dragon an easy target to move elsewhere. The demon started to coax his plaything lower - stealing another couple inches along the way - until the dragon's snout bumped against the throbbing malehood that bounced freely in the darkened gym.

"I hope you're thirsty, Dragonien..." Is all that the cetacean said before he pressed his toy's muzzle onto his cockhead. A few muffled sounds of protest came forth but that was all Dragonien could manage with a thick cock filling his maw. Osimaret knew it would rip the dragon in half if he actually fucked him, though, and made no effort to press himself any deeper into the tiny creature. Instead, he just used his other hand to start jerking himself off more quickly, force-feeding the red one his precum. All Dragonien could do was tremble and swallow time and again; he had no air or room to cough up anything he didn't want to drink. That hot fluid was potent in more ways than one: The taste nearly overwhelmed the dragon's sense of taste in addition to being so musky it was getting hard to breathe. And it only got harder to keep up as time progressed; spurts became thicker and more frequent while Dragonien's gag reflex was suppressed by the sheer volume of fluid forcing its way into his body.

"Are you ready for your first meal as a slave, Dragonien? Pat the side of my shaft twice if you are ready to surrender yourself to my will." It was an order framed as if Dragonien actually had a choice in the matter. The dragon was going to pass out if he had to suffer this much longer; already, his vision was getting hazy from the lack of air available to him. He could only just get a painful gasp of air between the seemingly endless waves of precum rushing into his body. It was a difficult act for the dragon but he soon did as he was commanded; his right hand weakly double-tapped on the side of the demon's shaft. That surrender was 'rewarded' immediately with a massive blast of cum that felt like an explosion within the dragon's mouth.

Osimaret's climax likely would have Dragonien apart if the demon hadn't let him go. Instead of forcing the tiny one to choke down a gallon of demon-cum, Osimaret instead chose to mark him with one heavy spurt of seed after another. It was hot enough to burn; those ropes of cum left a faint marking upon the red dragon's hide. A subtle branding, one that most of the others would never notice, but one that neither Dragonien nor Osimaret would ever forget. The demon's grunts slowly decreased in volume as his climax tapered off, with the last drops of seed pooling on the ground between Dragonien's legs. Rather than reveling in afterglow, Osimaret stood up and grabbed a sweat-soaked towel off another machine. The towel was flung down atop Dragonien, completely covering the smaller one. "Clean up. There shouldn't be any trace of my cum by the time I return." And with those words, the demon left, simply disappearing behind the door to his 'office' as he retired for the night. The smaller dragon was left alone, struggling to deal with the pool of seed and afraid of what might happen to him if he failed. Worse, he was alone in here for who knows how long. When would someone come to get him? Who would be the first to see him? Would anyone have mercy on him? He certainly hadn't been kind enough but it was far too late to have remorse now. After he'd finally wiped up the last of that hot, sticky seed, Dragonien curled up on that towel and fitfully tried to sleep, only passing out due to sheer exhaustion overwhelming his fear of the unknown. Tomorrow would be the first day of his new life...

Enslavement

Dragonien was violently jarred from his uneasy slumber by the sound of a giant door slamming. He was still keenly aware of what had happened the previous night (How could he forget?) but he still had no idea what this would mean for his future. He couldn't easily leave, that much was clear. He could possibly try to escape but he would still have to make his way down that long hallway to the exit and who knew what punishments would befall him if he were unfortunate enough to get caught by someone on his way out? It didn't help his cause that his teasing often went just a little too far and left people annoyed. People were beginning to walk in now. Some didn't even notice the towel discarded on the floor or the dragon upon it. Some did see it but just chose to ignore it for the now. But Sovrim was curious, as he knew it wasn't there before.

All of Dragonien's fears were soon realized as Sovrim walked over to him and just stood there, looming above the dragon. While Dragonien previously stood almost double the size of the twinkish amphibian-morph, Sovrim now was almost triple the dragon's size. It was not a promising start for the dragon, especially not after what transpired yesterday. Sovrim's hide shimmered with color as he thought about all the possibilities of revenge on the dragon. Osimaret walked in, as if on cue, and walked right over to the two creatures staring at each other in the middle of the weight room. "I felt the need to make an example of Dragonien," he announced to the entire room, getting the attention of all the athletes working out this morning. "As you can see, he's now as fragile any of the mortals that come through here. He's never going to grow again. You can do whatever you want with him but if you kill him you shall answer to me. He will learn a lesson before he's... dealt with permanently." There was a brief murmur throughout the room as people began to discuss the implications of those words. "However, Sovrim shall be the first person to play with our newest toy." Osimaret bent down to pick up Dragonien. From the dragon's perspective, it was like a six-story building was collapsing on top of him, with that hand reaching right for the tiny one. He couldn't escape; when he tried, he found he was all but glued to the towel by the drying semen from last night. But to the demon it was a trivial effort to free the red dragon and lift him skyward, presenting him to Sovrim's waiting hands. "Enjoy." With that word, Osimaret simply turned to leave once again, allowing things to simply happen on the terms of his partners. He was interested in seeing just what they felt was a suitable punishment for the dragon, without any further interference.

Sovrim, for his part, simply looked down at the small dragon for several moments longer. This was the first time he had a single creature large enough to toy with. And, unfortunately, he couldn't even destroy the dragon, as tempting as it was to do so. But nothing said he couldn't mess with his size... With a malevolent grin, Sovrim slowly tightened his grip on the dragon, using that to funnel mass away from the red creature. The chameleon's hide shifted red as he took on that strength, augmenting his thigh muscles to help his swimming. He shrank Dragonien to just eight inches in height: it was just barely large enough to overfill the palm of Sovrim's hand. The hybrid was trying to his arousal for now, but he still wanted to make it clear to the dragon how much he was enjoying this reversal of roles... Sovrim tucked Dragonien into his maleslit, feet first, until the dragon's entire body disappeared into there.

Outwardly, the hybrid had a distinctively dragon-shaped bulge in his groin. Every bit of struggling Dragonien did was made clear to the other members of the gym, but nothing he did was going to allow him to escape. Inside the slit, things were quickly becoming unbearably hot and tight. The heat and humidity of the half-amphibian's body was hard to deal with, especially when accompanied by the masculine musk that filled the tight chamber. "I'm gonna go for a swim," Sovrim said, making it clear to Dragonien what was going to happen next. The hybrid walked off quickly to the pool, with only a few chuckles from the crowd following him. Oh how the mighty had fallen...

The pool presented an interesting dilemma for Dragonien, however. If he were able to somehow get free, he would likely drown as he trashed around in that lake-sized body of water. However, he also didn't want to remain trapped in the hybrid's maleslit for any longer than he had to suffer through it. Worse, his struggles earlier were already starting to arouse Sovrim; if the amphibian became completely hard, Dragonien would either be pushed out into the water or smothered to death inside that sheath. Even knowing that it would bring punishment to that damn hybrid, Dragonien wasn't about to get himself killed so quickly. A splash of water distracted him from all these thoughts, though; Sovrim was in the water and starting to swim laps.

One thing that neither of the smooth-skinned creatures had considered? Just how things would naturally rub around as Sovrim kicked his legs. Every movement of his thighs caused things to shift around in his groin, rubbing Dragonien back and forth against his male flesh. The space was already tight enough; things would only get tighter as the hybrid's lust began to stir once more. Sovrim's pulse was easily felt through that slowly-but-steadily engorging member. It thickened with time. Rather than letting Dragonien out, however, Sovrim simply took even more size from the red-skinned dragon. The hybrid's shaft now seemed a thick as a tree compared to the now two-inch-tall dragon. Now that Dragonien was even smaller, though, he did have enough room to slide deeper inside that maleslit, tucking himself 'safely' away in the male's depths.

Each lap led into the next. The amphibian was tireless as he swam about; the water was his natural habitat after all. But even without his shaft peeking forth, the exertion was making Sovrim's body heat up. Warmth brought forth even more musk from the male's groin, slowly saturating the air within that maleslit. Given a few more minutes, the hybrid was too horny to wait any longer for relief. He rolled onto his back and allowed his cock to evert itself. Dragonien, surprisingly, was not pushed out along with it. The red dragon was trapped inside, pinned near the root of that throbbing, needy shaft. It took Sovrim just a moment to slide a finger into his maleslit and find the dragon concealed within. To Dragonien, things were simply hot and dark; he jumped at the unexpected touch against his backside. Sovrim used that finger to slowly drag the tiny dragon out, grinding Dragonien's body against the walls of his maleslit, until the red one was lying on his belly.

With his plaything once again revealed to the world, Sovrim casually started stroking himself. The hybrid's shaft was a curiously fleshy thing, glistening with dampness just like any other part of Sovrim's hide. The drops of precum were slightly iridescent, glimmering with just a hint of color before they fell down atop the small dragon. "You really had this coming you know," Sovrim said, his smile wavering for a moment as he regarded the rather pathetic looking dragon on his belly. "Help me get off before I shrink you even more." The command was simple but the message was clear. Though Dragonien was supposed to live through this ordeal (even if he had no idea how long he'd be allowed to survive it), nothing said he had any particular claim to retain what remained of his size. It seemed Sovrim had indeed directed some of his stolen mass to that malehood; it was a good handful for the hybrid and rose quite impressively over the diminutive dragon being abused for a hybrid's pleasure. Indeed, that hybrid was never one of Dragonien's favorites; the fact Sovrim stayed so slender and lithe despite the power available to him was something that dragon could never understand.

But Dragonien knew that this was not the right time to argue with someone larger than him. Indeed, there was no argument he could ever hope to win again. Instead, he just signed and started to rub the hybrid's cockhead. It was fleshy enough that even the tiny dragon's hands could sink in slightly. That touch made Sovrim hum with pleasure before another spurt of pre completely coated the small dragon. "Yes, just like that," he said, offering a few words of encouragement to the little one. It was the first positive thing Dragonien had heard since being reduced from big, buff dragon to a fucktoy for the gym. Yes, he might have some purpose left after all. The scent of a male's arousal was certainly becoming rather intoxicating, increasingly hard to resist...

This brief moment of pleasure was disrupted as a distant splash distracted both of the creatures from their play. Sovrim smirked as he looked over to see Azure joining them in the pool. The muscle-dragon showed off by swimming over to them using just his wings, until he was right next to the pair in the pool. "Mind if I get in on this round?" He asked, smirking down from on high. Sovrim wasn't entirely amused, but the dragon's tone was clearly mocking what Dragonien had once done to the others in the gym.

"Oh, sure..." Sovrim said. The hybrid sprawled out on his back and allowed the dragon free reign to his body. Though Azure was never going to be a bottom, he was certainly willing to share a little plaything for sake of a good time. In this case, tormenting Dragonien was far more important than anything else the dragon had in mind. The muscular dragon was getting hard just thinking about what to do next; the tip of his shaft poked Sovrim in the back, nearly pushing the amphibian out of the water before sliding off to the side. Azure contemplated for a moment before picking up the hybrid and simply pulling him against his body. Dragonien fell free for a moment before being pinned between the two males' cocks, both throbbing with desire. Those vast, fleshy surfaces simply engulfed the red dragon, causing him to disappear in a valley of masculine flesh.

Rather than telling the smaller hybrid what his plan was, Azure simply elected to show him with his actions. The big dragon kept the hybrid close using his right hand, while his left reached around to grab both of their cocks and jerk them off simultaneously. Thanks to the water, Sovrim's cockhead rubbed right against Azure's, ensuring that their tiny plaything would get covered in every drop of precum that both of them leaked. And there was certainly quite a lot of that oozing forth; both the hybrid and dragon were leaking copiously, creating an almost swampy atmosphere for the diminished creature trapped between them. Sovrim once again hummed with pleasure, squirming in Azure's grasp to grind his cock against the dragon's. With a deep, rumbling chuckle, Azure pulled the hybrid even closer and started to jerk both of them off more quickly. He was briefly tempted to simply shoved Dragonien into the hybrid's rear and mount the smaller one, but he didn't want to risk breaking their toy and incurring the wrath of the demon.

To ensure that Dragonien would be 'safe' when the two males reached their climax, Azure instead shoved the micro into his foreskin. Dragonien was pressed against the dragon's glans, trapped there by a thick, heavy, damp wall of flesh at his back. Things were dark and wet, all thoroughly soaked by the mixed precum of both males toying with him. Sovrim didn't even notice that the red dragon had been moved aside; Azure's paw simply felt too good against his cock to pass up. Groaning, Sovrim found it impossible to hold himself back any longer; his seed blasted forth in series of spurts, splattered against Azure's chest, then belly, with some of the last of it oozing onto the blue flesh of the dragon's cock. "Lick it up," Azure demanded, knowing that Sovrim would never turn down a chance to run his tongue across a dragon's scales.

Sovrim nodded to that 'order' and was indeed quite eager to get to work. His tongue was slender and forked, so it took him several slurps to all of his cum off the dragon's scales. He started near the chest, nuzzling right at the black-scaled pecs, giving each of those muscles a kiss before proceeding downward. Even so, every time he looked up, the dragon's chest dominated a good part of the view, with Azure's muzzle looming somewhere above that. Sovrim nuzzled gently against the dragon's scales between licks; the taste of his cum blended delightfully with Azure's own musky sweat. It was only when Sovrim reached the tip of the dragon's shaft that he paused, gulping at the sight of that impressive member. "Suck, but don't swallow until I say so." It was a command that Sovrim would be happy to fulfill, except that Azure's shaft was simply too thick for him to easily suck on! The hybrid certainly tried to open his jaws wide enough, but he could barely take the tip into his mouth.

Even though Azure wanted more, he was certainly happy with the efforts that Sovrim was making to pleasure him. It also helped that he had Dragonien squirming for his life underneath his foreskin. Sovrim very nearly licked up the tiny red dragon one more than one occasion, but Azure subtly shifted his hips to ensure that the red was 'safely' kept out of harm's way. The power rush was difficult to resist for the muscledragon. It took just a few moments longer before he came. Unlike the hybrid, Azure's cum was exceptionally thick and blasted forth in viscous ropes. The first burst alone was enough to fill Sovrim's mouth, causing the amphibian to gag for a moment. He almost swallowed but, remembering the dragon's command, he held that back. The dragon pulled back just far enough to allow the rest of his cum to hit across Sovrim's chest, painting it with several more heavy bursts until, after half a minute, the dragon's cock stopped firing. Azure took a moment to squeeze his foreskin and, upon feeling that Dragonien was still in there, he spoke once more. "Now swallow," Azure said, looking the hybrid directly in the eye. Sovrim nodded even as he gulped down that thick seed; it took him several attempts to get all of that rich cum out of his mouth.

Now that both of the larger males had gotten themselves off, that still left the question of what to do with Dragonien. Azure considered his options for a few moments and decided he was going to put the tiny one to good use. He used just one claw to fish out the small red dragon, who was now completely basted in the larger dragon's cum. Smirking at the micro, Az dunked Dragonien under the water, washing some of that cum off his hide and shocking him into being awake once more. Azure then used his tiny toy to help 'clean' Sovrim's body. Dragonien was dragged across Sovrim's slippery, cum-covered hide, slowly pulled from one side of the amphibian's chest to the other. After each pass, the biggest dragon dunked the smallest one underwater once more, then gave another 'cleaning' effort to the hybrid. It was almost entirely ineffective for anything other than marking Dragonien with cum time after time, but that was the entire point of this exercise.

"Let's hit the showers," Azure suggested, looking at the still cum-covered chest of his mid-sized compatriot. Sovrim just nodded vigorously at that suggestion. Dragonien was held firmly in Azure's right hand as the two 'giants' made their way out of the water and to the locker room. Before they entered the shower, Azure opened his locker and unceremoniously dumped the red dragon into it, locking the heavy metal door behind him. Dragonien was still soaking wet with a mix of cooling water and slimy semen and had nothing with which to dry himself off. He tried calling for help, but his voice was too tiny and weak to even echo in that metal chamber. Instead, he was simply trapped there until Azure let him out, whenever that might be. He curled up and tried to sleep again; at some point, he finally passed out.