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The Cook's Carefully Crafted Cock

For Daryll

The smell of cooking food filled the house, and it was strongest in the kitchen. For Daryll, there was no better smell in the world, and despite the plan he had in mind, he took a moment to smell the cherry pie coming out of the oven.

Only in his twenties, the young human had quite a few recipes that he liked to invite people out to try. It was a little hard for him to really get many friends over twice, though. Not from his cooking, but more because of what his cooking had a tendency to...well, do.

That was one reason he was thankful for the friend in his dining room right now.

He looked through the hole in the wall dividing the kitchen from the dining table. A green lizard with a few yellow scales along his body looked back, a wide smile on his face, tail twitching back and forth lightly behind him, and Daryll gave him a little wave through the window as he put the pie down on the counter.

Nataraj was a good friend, and better still, didn't mind the things that the cooking tended to do to him. It made his little...experiments...all the more enjoyable.

Cutting the pie apart into different slices, Daryll got a plate down and got the lizard's serving well presented, complete with a little ice cream on top, and carried it out.

Like usual, he sat at the side after putting the plate down on the table, his hands folded on his lap, and watched as the lizard started eating.

The effects started almost immediately, and Daryll grinned as the lizard's jeans started to swell in the front. It was no simple gut growth - that was something that usually got people running for the hills - but something a little lower. A familiar tenting began to push the denim upwards, and the little red marks on the lizard's cheeks confirmed to the human just what was growing.

He leaned back as the pie was devoured, his eyes glued to the growing bulge in the lizard's pants. It was amazing just how fast it was growing; it was already pushing out more than a porn star popping wood, and he was sure that it was still completely soft. There was no point to the bulge, just a gradually thickening, rising bulge in the crotch.

"Feeling good there, Nataraj?" Daryll asked, his voice quiet, just tossed towards the lizard.

"Mmm...yes...yeah, feeling good." The lizard grinned, and to the human's blushing surprise, turned in his chair. Spreading his legs, the lizard put his growing package on display, letting him take a good look at it while continuing to eat the pie, shoveling the stuff into his mouth.

The zipper started to give around the halfway point of the pie slice, sliding down as the pressure behind it started getting a little too much. Daryll leaned forward on the edge of his seat, his jaw falling open slightly as he watched the zipper slide down. It went down half an inch, an inch; it slid, stopped, and started again. Each little movement was tauntingly slow, but each time it went down a bit more, he could see a little more of that ever growing bulge.

And the underwear wasn't faring much better. He swore that Nataraj had some idea of what was going to be happening tonight, because this was the first time in weeks that he had seen the lizard wearing underwear; the white boxers were starting to rip along the front, showing signs of the shaft hidden inside. Even through the widest of the gaps, though, he couldn't quite make out how big it was getting. Swallowing, the human ignored his own budding erection, trying to focus on the growth in front of him instead.

Soon, the zipper was forced down completely, but it didn't look like that was going to be enough. The crotch of the jeans was almost bursting by this point, the balls creating huge indentations in the front, and looking like they were trying to rip right through the denim. The lizard moaned throughout it, his fork busily shoving more and more of the cherry pie into his mouth.

Mouthfuls away from the end, the jeans gave up the ghost, ripping across the crotch as the lizard's floppy cock fell out. Daryll had to dodge the metal from the zipper as it went flying through the air, and as he leaned back up, he saw that Nataraj's cock was growing upwards as well. It throbbed, actually getting thicker than the baseball length and width it already had, rising up from the chair and gradually pointing in the air.

With one final bite, the lizard put the plate down, patting his belly with one hand and his massive erection with the other. He looked around it, grinning at the human. "Think you need a little cream for any recipes before I go?" he asked with a little giggle.

The End for now.

The Dwarf that Became a Giant

For Skarlath

Karloff grunted as he fell to his knees, hugging his arms around his stomach as the idol he stole from the local temple started to glow. The dwarf's body burned with the god's anger, the red light from the idol shooting from its eyes into his stomach, and filling him up with the rushing, burning itch of divine power.

But...strangely....

The power only hurt for a second, starting to change after the first blast. The other dwarves on the street, having started to come towards him, suddenly began to back away as the air around him started to heat up, chasing them off in fear, and making Karloff break out in a sweat as he hugged his belly. "What...what's happening to him?" the dwarves around muttered to each other. They pointed, muttering, staring, but none dared approach him.

He didn't know what was going on, but he could feel things changing, could feel the power of the god rushing through him, changing his body. The heat around him seared at his skin, hardening him, the thick body hair on his body growing even thicker, almost like fur, and the sweat that covered him from head to toe from the heat locked it down against his skin, the thick fur growing almost hard, almost like rough fingernails that had been left untended for too long.

But that wasn't the part that he noticed the most.

No, that came when he felt his shirt getting tighter. Karloff looked down at his belly, grunting into his beard as he saw his belly starting to expand beneath his shirt. It pressed outwards, bubbling beneath his hands, and he shuddered as it spread quickly. The belly button had been easily covered, but in seconds it poked out from beneath his shirt, too large, too jiggly to be held inside.

And it wasn't muscle, either; his fingers sank deep into his growing gut, the fat around his fingers almost malleable if there wasn't so much of it. He groaned, falling down to the ground. His face pressed against the dirt, and his lips moved in silent prayers for mercy, for forgiveness, for anything that would stop the growing belly that pressed against the ground.

The prayers were fruitless; even as they left his lips, his belly continued to grow, the fatty gut pushing him back upright in less than a minute, and keeping him pinned on his knees. The dwarves around him stared, some of them covering the eyes of the children, and muttering warnings to the young ones. This is what happens when you steal, they said; this is what happens when you break the rules. You turn into a freak.

A freak.

Karloff shook his head, trying to get to his feet and failing again. He had...had to move...he could feel the power spreading further...feel the tingling going...going further down. It was going to...going to get worse...a lot worse.

But he was helpless, stuck in place as the tingling settled into his crotch. His eyes went wide, feeling the power settling into his cock. It was hard in seconds, and just as his belly had grown, so did his cock. It was covered by his belly, forced down, but the rigid shaft pushed through his leather pants, ripping through them in seconds as the power continued to make him grow.

And they weren't all that grew; his balls spread, filling, filling with the power of the idol, growing at the same rate as his cock. His thighs were shoved apart, and he fell over as he lost his balance, his fleshy spire going up into the sky, much to the shock of everyone around him.

Pinned by his belly and the growing weight of his cock, Karloff went bright red as his body continued to shift before the eyes of the entire town. Those mothers that had covered the eyes of young ones were bright red, and there were men that watched him with what almost looked like envy. It was small consolation; he was completely pinned beneath his growing weight, his massive cock, and there was nothing...

Oh, oh gods...the power was still spreading.

He looked past his belly, feeling...feeling it growing further down. His entire body was filled with the red light, with the tingling power of the god. His shaft stuck more than five feet in the air, taller than he had been on his feet before being hit with the power of the statue...and it was still growing.

The changes continued, the darkened hair along his body turning a dark blue green, and the fat continued to spread across his body, chunking up his arms and his legs. Eventually, the muscle followed it, and with it, a height that matched his new cock.

He might have stolen an idol, but it was not punishment that was leveled on him, but a task. He was the first of the giants, and he was to spread the race.

And there were so many, so very many here to convert.

The End for now

A Swimsuit Malfunction

For FMS

Midna sighed happily as she swam through the enclosed bit of beach, feeling a little relief at having found a stretch of beach that actually had some safety. With all the warnings of the predators getting active lately, the last thing that the sea-lion girl needed was to be swimming in the open water, where all the things could get at her.

Some might have suggested that she try swimming pools, but that never quite felt right; Midna enjoyed them well enough, but there was something wrong about the way that it felt on her skin, something that was off. Salt water was the only thing that really got it right for her.

So, when she heard about the beach having nets up, protections against anything in the deeper water, she'd been down there like a flash. She wasn't the only one there, either, as the beach had attracted more than a few people for a vacation during the hot day. Most of them were on the beach, but she spotted a few others that were swimming. They were all the way on the opposite side of the enclosure, though, more than a few hundred feet off, letting her swim without fear of bumping into something.

Or, at least that was what she had thought.

Midna blinked as she felt something pressing against her belly, and looked down in the water. A red and white tendril pressed against her stomach, and as she went still, barely treading water, she followed it down to the source. Seven more tentacles gradually came into view the further down she looked, and eventually she came face to face with a very large octopus.

Her eyes wide, Midna shouted, kicking her legs out and catching the octopus in the side of the head. She felt the creature give beneath her toes, falling backwards. It pulled the tentacle back, turning to swim off, but not before squirting out a great black cloud of...something...into the water. She thought it was ink, but she had never thought that it would feel so...warm.

Shuddering, the sea-lion felt that it was probably best to get out of the water. Obviously, things weren't as safe as she'd thought, and she didn't want to slide into something out of a hentai magazine. Shivering, she started to throw her arms forward, kicking out as she made her way towards the shore.

Halfway there, she still felt the strange warmth from the octopus's squirt, and she slowed as the bikini top she wore started to feel tight. She paused, treading water as she reached back, fiddling with the straps a bit to try and adjust it, but no matter what she did, it only seemed to make it feel worse. Like she just wasn't wearing the right size anymore.

Strangely, the feeling was almost the same in the back of her bikini bottoms, like it was straining to hold in her derriere. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes almost bugged out of her sockets at what she saw.

Her swimsuit was bulging badly. Formerly, only her tail had been sticking out over the top, but now, what looked like half her butt was sticking out, and the rest of it was barely being held inside. The blue bottoms were straining against her bigger ass, but she could see the rips forming in her swimsuit, seeing that it was losing the battle against the growth.

Her chest wasn't much better; it almost hurt as her breasts pressed against the front of her bikini, pulling the straps ever tighter as they got bigger, and bigger. The swimsuit, starting as something that covered her completely, was increasingly looking like a set of pasties that barely covered her nipples. Her face grew hot as she blushed, trying to cover her chest even as it continued to grow.

She felt the knots on the strings break just a second before they fell apart completely, the pressure easing in a way that was almost relieving, if it weren't for the way that it left her exposed. The water hid her for now, but that was only going to last for so long.

The blush on her face only got worse as she felt the bottom of her bikini rip, the pieces likely sinking down to the bottom of the ocean. She might have been able to get them if she was paying attention, but Midna had been too focused on trying to cover her breasts up to think of that.

"Well....maybe I can wait until the beach gets a little emptier," the sea-lion girl said, looking down at her chest. They were almost like water pillows, and the only thing keeping them from floating upwards was the pressure she exerted on them from above. She was all too conscious of her rear, too, the cheeks lightly rubbing against each other as she kicked her legs.

What else could go wrong, she thought?

The touch of a tentacle on her ankle answered that thought, sending her zooming through the water like something out of a cartoon, frantically fleeing her perverted pursuer.

The End for now

Feet: A Very Big Deal

For Nataraj

Click, click click, clickety clickety click went the keyboard on the desk, and Nataraj shook his head a bit. It was always getting louder as the dragon made his way through the stream, always getting more excited towards the middle of it. He knew that it would calm down before too much longer - what with the little lack of energy towards the last few stories - but until then, it was going to get very loud for the lizard beneath the desk.

The dragon's black scaled feet pointed towards him, and he leaned against them, his face pressing against them every so often, and his tongue darting against the musky soles near constantly. Little shudders of lust went through him every time he gave them a lick, enjoying both the slightly sweaty taste and the knowledge that the dragon was using this treatment to help him stay in the mood for the writing.

Of course, it meant that the dragon wasn't paying too much attention to him either, leaving him to his own devices under the table. The green and yellow lizard was usually fine with that...but this time, it felt a little bit unfair.

At least, that was the excuse he'd use for his mischief later.

Suppressing a little giggle, the lizard dragged his fingers along the dragon's feet, gently feeling the scales. They were smooth, a little wet with sweat, and definitely in need of proper attention from a good foot slut. From him, preferably, but he wouldn't mind sharing now and then. And with what he was going to do, he would almost have to share to make sure that they got the attention that they deserved.

He flicked his eyes upwards, past the dragon's erection towards the face. The black dragon was still staring at the screen, his fingers tapping out the story that he'd been asked to write - the fourth one in this particular stream, to the lizard's count - and he wasn't aware of anything else that was going on around him.

That was absolutely perfect, Nataraj thought as he pressed his face against one of the feet again. He reached one hand to his face, dragging it along a few lines only he knew were there. A soft light, a gentle illumination, spread across his face. Glowing runes, runes that spread across his face, and then onto the black foot in front of him. They stretched from the heel to the toes, and then a little bit past the toes. He had to suppress another giggle, stretching the line of runes further and further up, so far that he touched the bottom of the desk with them.

If only, if only, he thought, half wishing that the dragon was away from the desk so that he could really play with those beauties, make them as huge as he possibly could, but that would have to wait for another time, another chance. This would be good enough for now, anyway.

Putting one hand on each foot, the lizard rubbed them, gently stroking his fingers along from the heel towards the sole, gradually pulling any tension out from there, and gradually pulling on the scales. They had just a little give, not so much as skin, but enough to stretch a bit under his touch. That stretch slowly grew, and his smile grew the same as the feet started to stretch.

It was a different magic than usual, so he took it slow, gradually tugging on the dragon's feet like they were taffy, pulling it into a different shape. It was some work to make sure that they stayed even, that they didn't turn misshapen, but it was worth it. Worth it for these lovely, black scaled, sweaty, musky feet, and his eyes almost glazed over as he thought of what he'd do when they were big enough.

One toe stretched out a little too far, and he caught himself, shaking his head as he evened everything out. Careful, he thought as he pressed his nose to the scaly foot, huffing in the musk; careful, and he would have the perfect feet. Hurry, and he'd just have a mess.

They'd doubled in size already, toes almost pressing against the wooden underside of the desk. The width had grown as well, to the point where Nataraj could have pressed himself under the foot and had his face, and a decent bit of his chest, covered up by the pair of feet. He grinned wider and wider as he made them expand, almost panting with the way that this was exciting him.

And the best thing was, the dragon wouldn't be able to walk away. He'd be stuck there, forced to let the little foot slut play with his feet. A dominant dragon, forced to stay there and let the lizard serve him.

Mmmm...He had to take a break, patting his cock as the toes almost scraped against the top of the desk. The smell in his little space was so strong, so musky, so sexy.

Just a little more, he thought; just a little more, and they'd be perfect.

Hours later, when the feet pressed through the ceiling and the dragon continued screaming at him, that thought was still in the lizard's head. Just a little bit more.

The End for now

Megan the MILF Becomes a Busty Babe

For Idesin

Despite her willingness to come along with Lupe to his friend's clinic, Megan was still blushing at what she was here for. The deer woman sat with her hands folded on top of a doctor's table, her shirt off and her bra on the table beside them, as her...friend...leered playfully at her, and his horse friend continued to rub his hands along her breasts, squeezing and 'measuring' them with his grip.

"Do...do you really think I need this, Lupe?" the hooved lady asked, the little blush on her face growing a little bigger as the stallion squeezed one nipple. "Ooh...not so hard..."

"Heh, you don't need anything, babe," the big wolf said, leaning against the wall with one hand in his pocket - and his fingers dancing in suspicious ways - and his chest exposed through an unzipped leather jacket. The wolf smirked at her, nodding his head towards the horse. "But man, you'd have so much more guys chasing after you if you got some bigger breasts, ya know?" He grinned. "And you'd make me happy; you want to make me happy, don't ya?"

"Well...Yeah." She nodded a bit, even as she looked down. She remembered the way some of Lupe's friends had looked at her when he'd brought them around to her apartment before. A little touching had happened, a little flashing, but they hadn't gone further than that. That was a mixed relief and disappointment; it wasn't...it wasn't like she wanted them to take advantage of her, of course...but she wasn't sure if she'd have complained if they did.

The horse shocked her back to the present as he flicked one nipple, drawing a startled yelp from her lips, blushing a bit as it only made her nipple harder. "Hey...buy me a drink first," she said, making herself say the line. She laughed, covering her mouth. "Oh god, did I say that?"

"Oh yeah you did!" Lupe said, laughing with her. "See? You want it, just let my friend here give you what you need."

"Oh...oh, alright, anything for you, Lupe," she said with a grin. She turned to the doctor, her blush fading a bit as she touched her breasts. "So...what do you need? Some sort of appointment, or some money for the surgery?"

"No surgery, ma'am," the horse said. He turned to the other side of the room, opening a drawer and pulling out an injection gun. It had a strange pink fluid inside, one that she didn't think most offices had, and he held it up near her breasts. "Just a little injection, and you'll go from B to Triple D in just a minute. Maybe less."

"T-Triple D?!" she said, her voice squeaking a bit at that thought; it was even bigger than that vixen prude that kept coming around, flaunting her breasts and looking down on those that did the same.

"I could make them bigger, but that'd need -"

"No, no, that's...that's good," Megan insisted. She scooted forward on the table, almost brushing her nipples against the doctor's face as she thrust her chest forward. "Gimme that stuff, doc; make me a woman!" She blinked, blushing. "I...didn't mean -"

"The lines will come," the doctor said. "Just give it time and you'll be spouting sex like everyone else."

He pressed the injection gun to her breast before she could say anything else. A quick click, followed by a little sting in the nipple, was all she felt before he took the gun away. He turned to put the gun away, muttering something under his breath towards the wolf.

She barely paid attention, immediately gasping in pleasure as she felt it starting to take effect. It was like her nervous system had been rerouted to her chest, and her hands flew to her bubbling breasts, feeling them pulsing, tingling, rippling outwards against her fingers. The deer lady looked down, panting as she saw them pushing out, slowly shoving her hands apart as they grew out of their modest size.

Her nipples grew, and her fingers almost instinctively found their way to them, pinching, squeezing, twisting them lightly. Her mouth opened, and she started rocking back and forth as moans slipped past her lips. It almost hurt how good it felt, but she couldn't stop playing with herself; it was like everything was being focused on her chest, pleasure and everything, and she couldn't stop teasing.

It didn't take long before her breasts had gone from modest to huge, and she could feel them tugging her down in the front. Not enough to tug her off balance, but enough to make her know she'd have some massive 'pillows' to deal with for a while. She shuddered, nearly having an orgasm by the time that the growth stopped. Though her breasts went back to normal sensitivity, she couldn't stop playing with them, couldn't stop fondling them. The feeling of heaviness...the surprise of some warm, thick milk sliding out...was just too much...she couldn't stop.

Until Lupe walked over and grabbed her by the wrists. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips just as she opened her eyes, and as soon as he opened his mouth, she shoved her tongue in, frenching him desperately.

As she pulled him down on the table, almost ripping his pants off and feeling him grabbing at her breasts, squeezing out a little more milk, the doctor walked out, muttering about 'that stud wolf'.

The End for now

The Spell of the Bounteous Bosom and Buttocks

For Rayoelgatubelo

Zoe grumbled as she was forced to wait in the corner while her friend kept picking around various different items around the room. "Can't you do this any faster?" the weretigress muttered, her tail twitching in annoyance behind her, and her ears flicking around like crazy. "I want to look good for the beach this year!"

"Be patient," Ceffy said. Technically, his name was Cefrelquid, but she didn't bother calling him that; even though he was a witch, he was still her friend, and Cefrelquid was too formal. "You can wait for a bit longer; you want me to do this right, don't you?"

"I want you to do this period," she said with a shake of her head. Her foot continued to tap on the ground as she watched the witch go around, her arms wrapped around her chest.

Around her chest.

That was a big reason for being here. All the other girls she hung out with and knew tended to have a much bigger bust than she did; big enough to have their arms beneath their breasts rather than around them. If she was going to compete with them at all, she needed an upgrade, and fast.

It didn't take THAT long for Ceffy to be able to get the ingredients, little more than five minutes in fact, but to her, it felt far too long. It only got worse when he had to draw out the designs for the ritual, and she stomped back and forth across the room in annoyance when he told her to wait. Her tail swished this way and that, and she kept stepping out of the corner, forcing him to send her back.

At one point, she crossed the spell design halfway before he caught sight of her, and sent her back. She stomped her foot, sending a bit of dust in the air, before walking back to her corner with a growl.

Finally, the spell was ready. He called her over, making sure that she stepped carefully around the different writings on the floor, and put her in the middle of the design. Stepping over to the edge of the circle, he paused, hands raised. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, you could just go the way you are; you're pretty well endowed, you know."

"Not as much as I need to be," Zoe insisted. "Now just DO IT!" she shouted.

He shrugged. "As you wish," Ceffy said, not sounding at all intimidated.

Kneeling down, the witch pressed his hands against the edge of the circle. Whispering some words under his breath, he sent light through the designs on the floor, and Zoe's frown turned around in record time. She could feel it; this magic would be the cure to all of her problems. This year, SHE was going to be the beach queen, not some woman that had been ridiculously lucky in the....

Wait...

This was wrong! She raised her hands to her chest, feeling her breasts pressing out faster than Ceffy had described. They filled her hands, then went past them, growing out and out and out. If she'd been wearing clothes, they'd have been ripped or rendered useless in seconds, and they were still growing. Even in her were form, she wasn't able to cover her chest appropriately, her arms around her breasts barely managing to cover her nipples, and even that was something of a stretch.

And that wasn't the worst thing. Her hips were growing outwards, adding to the curves of her lower body, and she could feel the weight on her chest getting counterbalanced by the weight growing in her rear. Looking over her shoulder, she could see it rising and expanding, growing larger and larger, the furry cheeks getting bigger and bigger. They tingled and throbbed, almost burning as they got bigger, lifting her tail up by the sheer curve of her ass.

"Ceffy, what's going on?!" she shouted, trying and failing to cover herself a bit as she kept on growing. It was getting harder and harder to keep her balance, even with her ass and her breasts growing at the same rate.

He was running around the circle, muttering, but paused a few seconds after she shouted. "You...You ruined the circle!" he shouted at her.

"What are you talking about?!"

He pointed to a spot not that far from where she'd been walking. Her pawprint was there, having stomped out some of the design. "You got rid of the instructions for the spell to stop!"

The instructions...to stop?

She stared down at her chest, still growing, but slower than before. She had more than a handful, and the only reason that she hadn't fallen forward was because she was about to fall back. Her arms windmilling in a last, futile attempt to keep her upright, Zoe fell back on her massive ass, pinned between her breasts and her butt, bigger than she could have ever imagined, while the witch struggled to find a way to change her back.

The End, for now.