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A Little Bit At A Time - Part 1 (Commission for G79)
🕑 Added 2022-04-02 15:57:27 +0000 UTCTAGS: M/F, Growth/Expansion, Slice-Of-Life-Ish
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It was easy enough to ignore at first, but the moment the two of them had to start thinking about changing clothes sizes, that’s when they couldn’t pretend any longer.
Both Geordie and Kallies had been making the best of their summer, having decided to make that the one time they actually went out regularly, rather than just improvising meet-ups whenever their schedules allowed for it. The perfect weather, the perfect amount of people on the beach (or lack thereof, to be precise), and absolutely nothing better to do but lounge around and do nothing of worth, letting the wolf and dragoness enjoy themselves without a care in the world.
At first, it was simple enough: they’d show up, have some fun, maybe swim, then spend hours just chatting about whatever came to mind; in many regards, they were doing what they usually did, just on the beach: not much of a change of pace as much as it was a change of venue, but neither of them were going to complain about it, not when they got to spend so much more time together.
And with this extra time spent in one another’s company came a newfound sense of… something. Hard to put into words, harder to define, both Kallies and Geordie would maybe put it close to attraction, if not for how that made it sound like something that it definitely wasn’t. They were friends, not lovers, and weren’t about to ruin said friendship by trying for something that was probably not there at all; it was just normal that, on seeing one another’s bodies on display like that all the time, the more primal parts of their brains would activate and send some confusing signals, and it was their job to ignore them.
Unfortunately for the both of them, there was only so much that ignoring the problem could really do, when said problem was very physical, very real, and wasn’t about to go away just because the two friends insisted on pretending like it wasn’t there. Even more appropriately, it was insidiously hard to notice, enough so that, for the first couple of weeks, neither of the two even realised anything was wrong at all; if anything, Geordie might’ve made a mental note about not putting his boxers in the wash with the rest of his clothes, while Kallies started thinking about redoing the flooring in her home, since the old one was clearly getting old and cracked.
It took a great deal of effort on their bodies’ part before the dragoness and the wolf took note of what was happening to them, and in the meantime, everyone else around them got to experience the slow change unfolding before their eyes; many wondered whether it was there at all, or if it was just their eyes deceiving them, especially since the transformation couldn’t possibly be real. Neither Kallies nor Geordie had ever shown signs of being growers, and being fully-grown adults, the odds of them spontaneously developing the condition were astronomically low. It was far likelier that it was simply a change of clothes accentuating their natural curves, or a trick of the eye, or a bit of extra weight, or any number of other excuses that could help people rationalise away the idea that the two friends were slowly growing over the course of several weeks.
Not much, of course, just enough that people had to start wondering whether or not the growth was actually taking place. Certainly not to the point where their clothes stopped fitting after only a few days, or enough that their curves were absurdly exaggerated to the degree that it became almost comical, but… enough. Enough to draw second glances, enough to raise eyebrows, enough to solicit thoughts on whether or not that cock was bigger, or the dragoness had to lower her head to fit through a doorframe.
For Geordie and Kallies, the change was gradual enough that they did not, in fact, notice anything different about themselves at all. Their minds were perfectly adapted to dealing with the very minor alterations, pushing the awareness of them far enough away that the dragoness didn’t find it at all odd that she did have to bend down slightly in order to go through doors, nor did the wolf think it strange that all of his boxer shorts were getting… well, short. He’d put one pair on and suddenly notice that his dick was nearly all the way down to the bottom, threatening to poke out the end if he got even the slightest bit aroused; this, along with the sensations that came with having a shaft that large constantly rubbing against his own leg, only led to said shaft thickening even more, stretching out the cloth and making its way down to his knees, begging for release.
For Kallies in particular, the slow changes to her body were perhaps the worst to endure, precisely because they weren’t nearly as obvious as they were to Geordie. While the wolf had his dick to look at and notice it was growing, the dragoness had to contend with her body becoming, for lack of a better word, denser. She was heavier than before, but no fat had deposited itself on her form; she knew this was the case, on account of her sofa groaning far louder than before whenever she sat on it, or how her dinner table chairs creaked ominously if she slumped too hard on them. It was only at the tail end of this process that her head began growing dangerously close to the top of the doorframes in her home, and by then, this came more as a release than anything else: by growing upwards and outwards, even if her brain refused to see it as such, it was almost like she was venting pressure, allowing herself to feel calm and relaxed once again.
In the meantime, she had taken to weighing herself nearly every day, and though she somehow managed to avoid realising her body was seemingly growing out of nowhere, it was hard to ignore how her weight was continuously going up despite the fact that she wasn’t eating any more than usual, stressing out, or had changed her workout habits. Even stranger was how her body itself seemed to never change shape; she’d expect to get fatter, but never did, leaving her baffled as to how her mass just kept going up despite her best efforts to keep it down.
Geordie, meanwhile, had to deal with being constantly on edge. Kallies had her whole body to help diffuse the additional horny, but he had a cock and a pair of balls that seemed to be the sole benefactors of his sudden and inexplicable growth spurt. Worse yet was how he just seemed incapable of noticing it was happening at all; even when he woke up with a foot and a half of morning wood to greet him, somehow he processed this as perfectly normal… though mostly because he was too busy rubbing himself down with both hands to worry about anything else.
Perhaps the worst incident came when he went out for dinner with Kallies one night after their beach meet-up, and made the cardinal mistake of picking a pair of pants that were thinner than his usual fare; all that it took was the dragoness squirming a bit in her seat in order to expose just slightly more of her cleavage than usual for his cock to tear through and promptly slam against the underside of the table, sending cutlery rattling in every direction. Amazingly, he wasn’t asked to leave, though the service did replace their towel with an extra long one.
Even worse was how nothing seemed to make him… quiet down, to be charitable with the choice of words. He’d wake up with his cock harder than rebar and, even after going through the motions in the bedroom, in the bathroom, and in the corridor between the two, he’d still be hard enough that he could barely fit his dick inside his trousers; by then, he’d given up using boxers, preferring to take the hit and have his shaft’s outline be perfectly visible against his pants. It wasn’t as if anything was out of the ordinary, after all; it was just business as usual.
Business as usual, as applied to two friends meeting together at the beach and failing to realise that the reason they started feeling the way they did, the reason why they began seeing one another more as potential lovers than just friends, was more than just familiarity. They weren’t merely getting there through repetition and frequent get-togethers, but their hormones working behind their backs to destabilise whatever reason they had left and leave them wide open for takeover by their libidos.
For Geordie and Kallies, they were just showing up, setting up their towels, and spending some decent time together. For everyone else within eyesight, it was an increasingly hung wolf whose choice of attire left nothing to the imagination and a much-too-tall dragoness who had to lean down perilously close to their “friend” just to be able to have a regular conversation. To Kallies and Geordie, they were just good mates, enjoying some decent sun, some decent conversation, and occasionally a decent meal; to everyone else in the beach, they were an exercise in frustration: most people had to work to avoid looking at them, while the rest were actively rooting for the two and consistently being disappointed that neither of them took the first step in admitting the obvious.
Of course, there had to come a day when even their perceptual filters had to start faltering, and while the day that they broke complete was still a long way’s away, the first signs of trouble appeared when both Kallies and Geordie had to completely refurbish their wardrobes. They’d been doing their best to keep using what they had, but after the wolf pulled his pants on and one of the legs ripped right down the middle, and the dragoness tried to put a bra on only for it to snap when she tugged on it too hard, that’s when their minds finally locked into place in just the right way for the two of them to know something was definitely off.
Of course, the need for clothes shopping was still more prominent than the need for self-actualisation, providing a wonderfully effective escape valve for what would otherwise have been a dreadful moment of realisation. While the two of them still had something to focus on other than themselves, they could continue ignoring the obvious, even when they bumped into one another at the local shopping centre and grew a couple of extra inches in all the right places right in front of the service staff. Those poor bastards did try and bring the phenomenon to their customer’s attention, but were swiftly ignored in favour of more questions about waistband elasticity and whether or not they could provide boxer shorts with “extra room in the middle”, among other, even odder requests. Anything but recognising that they were growing; the two friends’ brains were absurdly well-equipped for that delusion.
So the two of them kept meeting at the beach, kept acting as if they weren’t slowly, but surely, becoming larger in ways that only served to further enhance the attraction they were already feeling for one another. On Geordie’s part, it was a cock that became progressively more and more impossible to hide, its sheer girth, even when flaccid, enough to stretch out the largest of swimming trunks, no matter how loosely they hung on him; for Kallies, just the simple fact that she was getting bigger and bigger overall, and whenever she seemed to be stabilising at any one size, the dragoness inevitably began feeling the effects taking hold of her again, becoming heavier in preparation for another outward spurt.
The first move, however, turned out to be entirely incidental. Neither Kallies nor Geordie intended to do anything out of the ordinary, as they would call it, no matter how many times the former got caught staring at the latter’s dick or the latter was stuck looking up at the former through unfocused eyes as he tried taking in all that the dragoness was. Nonetheless, the beginning of the end came not through any overt flirtation, nor any deliberate attempt on either part to initiate contact, but through a pure accident: Kallies, by that point nearing seven feet in height and lacking the hand-eye coordination not to fumble around a bit thanks to her extra size, accidentally slipped when placing her parasol down, and while normally this wouldn’t be much of an issue, Geordie just happened to be underneath her.
Geordie, who had conspicuously not grown a single hair’s breadth up, and had turned out quite a bit shorter than his friend, and was now on the path to being smothered by enough dragoness to last him for a lifetime. Geordie, whose boxer shorts were no longer enough to hide the five inches of dick poking out one of the legs. Geordie, whose last sight was that of Kallies’ tits, rushing towards him at a dangerously high speed.
“Oh my god, Geordie!” Kallies let out, scrambling to get off from the wolf, “I’m so sorry, fuck, I didn’t mean to, are you ok?!”
Now, Geordie certainly wanted to respond. In fact, there were a great many things he wanted to say, but the biggest issue there was that he had a whole lot of boob in his mouth and he knew better than to try and change that. Even when the dragoness pulled back, her own lack of awareness over her size made sure she kept a good chunk of her breasts on top of Geordie’s face, leaving him to “agonise” over being smothered until Kallies noticed what was happening… and immediately jumped back, practically crumpling her parasol underneath her in her rush to get as far away from her friend as possible.
Shame and embarrassment both burned on her cheeks, and it was all she could do to avoid looking at the other beachgoers, Kallies’ eyes instead focused on the poor wolf she’d just smushed underneath her. She fully expected him to start shouting about how close he was to having his spine bent in half (for whatever reason), and was left equally perplexed and terrified that, instead, Geordie just started laughing.
“Geordie, are y-”
“You worry too much!” the wolf cut through, groaning as he rose to a sitting position; only then did the dragoness notice that enormous bulge between his legs, “Honestly, it’s fine, you don’t need to worry. In fact-”
Geordie paused, punctuating this moment by hopping onto his feet and stretching his arms and legs wide, fully exposing his front for Kallies to see. Most of him was just like it’d always been, but there was something else down there, something the dragoness had, for one reason or another, not noticed until that very moment: an absolutely monstrous shaft and pair of balls, ripping through the fabric on the wolf’s shorts, a good third of the cock’s full length poking out the bottom and leaking pre down his leg.
Suddenly, she felt hot, almost as if she’d developed a fever in under a second. Kallies brought one hand to her head, feeling dizzy as, for whatever inexplicable reason, she decided the best course of action would be to get up as well; Geordie didn’t stop her, and indeed seemed to be smiling wider the more his friend clambered up, until the whole process had been going for long enough that Kallies realised she wasn’t looking at the wolf from her usual perspective. It was hard to explain to her, but, somehow, she was looking down at Geordie… and this shouldn’t be, should it? She shouldn’t have to crane her neck downwards to be able to see the wolf, and yet there she was, having to actually aim her eyesight just to keep it on her friend, her friend who seemed very, very happy to see her if that growing erection was any indication.
“Geordie, wha-...” - her words vanished into the salty breeze, just as lost as the dragoness herself was; when the wolf didn’t complete her sentence for her, Kallies forced herself to finish it herself - “What’s happening, why are you so small?”
“I think I should be asking you why are you so tall, actually!” Geordie answered, smiling like an idiot as he stepped closer to the dragoness, his hands far too close to his own bulge than they should be, for everyone’s sake, “Though, to be honest, I think I should’ve been asking you that for a while now. Time flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it?”
She knew exactly what he meant, but chose not to say anything, mostly on account of the wolf bringing both his thumbs down to the waistband on his shorts before unceremoniously pulling them down. All things considered, they slipped off surprisingly easily; she would’ve expected a cock of that size to make it exceedingly hard for those things to be pulled down, and yet Geordie did so with an ease that bordered on the unnatural, almost like he’d practised that exact movement a thousand times before.
Of course, it was all beginner’s luck. But the wolf didn’t need more than one victory there.
All that was required was that one motion, freeing his cock for the whole world, but mostly Kallies, to see. He himself could see it as well: how exactly it had evaded his notice for so long, he had no idea, but as soon as that torso-length pillar of meat intruded upon his field of view, he could remain ignorant no longer. Both hands on it, grasping firmly, ready to stroke yet just barely kept from doing so on account of his one, singular goal: getting the dragoness involved.
“You’ve… g-grown,” Geordie eventually said, “and I don’t know how I didn’t notice it, but… s-so have I, I think. I mean, look at this!” - he nodded towards his shaft, not even thinking about the full balls underneath it - “I’ve been having so many problems lately, I dunno how I didn’t… I mean fuck, at the restaurant, right? And none of my clothes f-”
“Fit anymore, yes!” Kallies completed, leaning forward in her excitement for having found someone who understood it, only to back away at the last moment, eyes focused heavily on that throbbing, twitching shaft in front of her, “No matter what I wear, it just doesn’t fit anymore after a few days! I had to get rid of everything and just get a whole new wardrobe, and yo-”
She stopped. In front of her was the only thing that truly changed about Geordie, or at least the one thing her brain allowed her to recognise had changed at all… but it was enough. A dick big enough to spear her and leave her insides rearranged if the wolf dared to put it to good use, a dick about half as thick as her friend’s torso and just as long, a dick that she nee-no, wanted, yes, not needed, wanted in her.
But she did want it.
“I think it’s past time we realise something hasn’t been uh, right, in a while,” Geordie continued, taking another step towards Kallies; this time, the dragoness didn’t flinch away, “dunno why we haven’t noticed it before, but, right now, you’ve got like three feet on me and could probably crush me with how big your tits have gotten, and me, well…”
With that, the wolf smirked, and almost as if on cue, his cock hardened further; it was highly unlikely that it had been on command, but Kallies couldn’t help but take note of how when, the moment Geordie was done talking, she could clearly see his shaft becoming stiffer for a moment before it began elongating again. It didn’t grow much, just a couple of extra inches, but the sounds of stretching skin, the reverberating of her soon-to-be-mate’s heartbeat, and the sight of a manhood that big just there in front of her… it left her feeling just like those other times where she was inexplicably heavier.
This time, however, she had an inkling as to what was going on, even if she had absolutely no idea how she knew. Call it instinctual, but Kallies suddenly became aware that she was becoming heavier, just not in the conventional sense; rather, she was packing on additional mass without gaining in volume, growing denser in preparation for yet another growth spurt. The ground seemed to buckle slightly as her centre of gravity shifted, the whole world growing heavier for just a moment before the overbearing downward force abated, giving the dragoness the relief she needed.
On the other hand, she had closed her eyes the moment she felt the weight materialising within her, leaving her blind to the change that had taken place in those short few seconds. When she opened them again, she was left staring at nothing but an empty patch of sand; it took her looking almost directly down from where she stood for Kallies to see where Geordie was. The wolf, for his part, was staring up at his future mate with the widest grin, both hands still on his shaft, ready to plunge it the moment the dragoness allowed him to.
But the giantess wasn’t done yet. She had grown, yes, but in the process had allowed her back to slouch, a result of her having to deal with the pleasure pangs that very much threatened to bend her in half from the strain of having to deal with a transformation her brain wasn’t ready for. When she straightened her back though, once she rose to her full height and looked all around her… that’s when her control began to slip.
She was staring down at the beach from a perspective she never once thought possible; how tall was she? Nine feet? Ten feet? Approaching on eleven maybe, who knew? What mattered was she was big, bigger than ever before, and everyone else around her knew it; and while normally Kallies wasn’t one given to exhibitionism, knowing that she was such an impossibly imposing figure left her feeling warmer than ever before, and with no changes to her height needed at all! Hell, just looking down at Geordie, and everything that he offered, left her so weak-kneed that, for but a fleeting moment, she was left terrified of the kind of fall someone like her could suffer.
But the moment passed, and all that was left was the wolf, still looking at her, still just as ready to fill her to a point no one and nothing else had before. So she smiled.
“Ooo, toothy today, aren’t we?” Geordie teased her, at around the same time as he gulped after seeing the dragoness run her tongue across her fingers, “Just be careful not to bite.”
It was unclear from his tone whether he was being facetious or making a genuine request, but by that point, Kallies was far past caring. All she knew was that she had her beloved little Geordie there, all for her (though “little” might no longer apply in that case), and even though they were nowhere near a private area, she was more than happy to pretend like they were. After all, what else was she supposed to do, interrupt their fun time for the sake of public decency?
She didn’t have time for that. They didn’t have time for that, not when they had just discovered one another and were ready to take the plunge together, becoming something far greater than what they could ever be on their own; to think they had once shied away from such thoughts, but now?
Now it was all she could think of. And from the look on Geordie’s face, it was all he could think of as well.
