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Experimentation (Patreon Commission for DesertScales)
🕑 Added 2021-11-24 16:27:08 +0000 UTCTAGS: Growth/Expansion, Lizard!, F/M, Extreme Arousal
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She was… apprehensive. It wasn’t every day that she and Viktor got to go through an experience like that one, given how expensive it was; temporary or no, the bodymods required for her intended transformation weren’t exactly cheap, with the tiny little clack of the pill bottle on the dinner table only driving the point home of what they were going to do. The premise itself was simple: Aleksi would take the singular pill, and the two of them would spend a night of passion together, which would (supposedly, at least) help her body along to a form more resembling what she intended it to be. It was a popular product, even if there were rumours it had a significant chance of “unwanted side-effects” that the lizardess tried her best to pretend didn’t exist; she and Viktor had that night planned and weren’t going to give it up, end of story. Thus, as soon as dinner was over, the first thing Aleksi did was walk over to the kitchen counter, take the pill bottle, then promptly dunk the one thing inside it into her mouth. The pill itself was tiny, flavourless, and very much left the lizardess thinking that it wouldn’t really do anything to her; hundreds of dollars spent on a transformation that wouldn’t happen, she was certain of it. Not that she had much time to think about how much of a waste of money the purchase had been, given that Viktor almost instantaneously leapt out of his chair and threw himself at her, the two ending up wrapped in one another and bent over the counter in one of the few moments of raw, animalistic passion they had exchanged. Aleksi didn’t know, but her partner had a few chemical tricks up his own sleeves… though mostly mundane ones, seeing as his choice of pills was very much blue in nature, with a handful of aphrodisiacs and libido enhancers on the sides. He’d taken them before dinner, carefully calculating how long it would take for his arousal to kick into high gear so it would start truly peaking just before they were done, forcing him to hold himself back for just long enough that, on finally letting go, the explosion of lust was enough to get Aleksi to moan throatily and loudly enough for the neighbors to hear. She wasn’t quite certain where all that energy was coming from, but couldn’t bring herself to care either; all that mattered was that it was there, it was strong enough to carry her all the way back to the bedroom, and it was certainly doing something to her that it normally didn’t. While the lizardess was initially content in assuming the heat she was feeling was entirely normal (as would be expected), it didn’t just come in waves; rather, it was a continuous, furnace-like source of warmth permeating her entire being, almost filling her in a sense. She felt her insides tighten, as if the heat was taking up all available space and then some, unstoppable, until her cup ran over and it spilled onto the outside world… and she wasn’t that far off from the truth, in fact. The first changes to her form didn’t come in a way that she understood them, or could understand them, for they were purely internal: a reduction in her inhibitions, a higher propensity for libido-driven decision-making, less concern for the rational and more emphasis on the purely sensual. Her very mind was slowly reformatted, made to think less along the lines of what would make sense, and more in terms of how she could achieve peak sexual gratification at any given point, via any possible means, nevermind the consequences or the cost of her actions. Indeed, she was no longer thinking about whether or not the pill was doing anything at all, not because it clearly was, but due to the very idea being stripped from her mind; it ceased being relevant, because why worry about something that wasn’t sex, or getting railed, or that cock that Viktor was grinding against her? Why waste any amount of mental resources thinking or pondering on something other than how great it felt to have a shaft on her, in her, inside her, ready to plunge in between her legs and piston into her so madly as to leave her unable to walk properly for a whole day afterwards? That’s what she wanted, and thus, that was the only thing that was important enough to think about. Only after this change was wrought to her psyche, leaving Aleksi nice and open to the rest of the transformation, did the chemicals running through her bloodstream begin the next phase: the physical changes themselves. They were supposed to be reactive; being based entirely on the idea of a body altering itself in a fit of sexual arousal, said body required a stimulus to force the change to happen: in her case, Viktor, who was more than happy to explore every inch of her non-existent curves thanks to the cocktail of aphrodisiacs swimming around in his veins. Not that they’d remain as such for long; after all, Aleksi’s dream size included plenty of curvaceous contours to her form, enough that her lizard lover could actually trace rather than simply imagine… and thus, just as his hands moved from her flat rear to her equally unimpressive thighs, pulling them up for the inevitable down the line, so too did Aleksi’s body react by giving Viktor something to actually grab onto. Not much at first, at least not compared to some others out there, but certainly a plumper, plusher rump, one that the lizard could sink his fingers into, and enough fat on the lizardess’ thighs that she felt her clothes getting strained trying to contain her. This alone was enough to make her back arch upwards, the mere sensation of overfilling her attire so powerful that Aleksi could only realistically beg for more; beg, for that was exactly what she did: the words “more” and “harder”, along with “bigger” and an assortment of odd mouth noises, kept escaping from her lips even when she had no intention of saying anything at all. ‘Twas an unfortunate happenstance, or would be if she hadn’t fully intended to go through such a process in the first place; loss of control over her own libido pushed so many buttons by itself that it would’ve made her lose her grip on it anyway, making it a wonderful win-win situation for her as far as the lizardess was concerned. And as she considered this, another thought erupted into her addled mind: why only the bottom half? Surely, if she wanted a proper body, then she had an obligation to make her top half be just as juicy and welcoming as the one below her waist, which prompted her to grab one of Viktor’s hands and pull it up towards her tits. Not under her baggy shirt, of course; it was important that she feel herself filling out everything she wore, that she feel herself turning what used to be loose clothing into barely-fitting, skintight one, purely by virtue of growing enough that nothing could contain her. It was everything she wanted, and the pill she swallowed was supposed to give it to her; hence, she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Even if she didn’t quite know why anymore; there was hardly any motivation left inside of Aleksi beyond the vague notion that it was hot to grow, thus, she should do so. It was simple, pure, and easy to attain… so why not? Viktor certainly wasn’t going to say no to that, not in the state that he was in; if anything, he was little more than an accessory to the true star of the show: the inner Aleksi, and her emergence thereof. It felt as if every motion, each touch of the lizards’ hands on his beloved lizardess, unleashed a little bit more of the true self that Aleksi had always wanted to experience being. It hardly mattered that it was (presumably) temporary, or that the effects wouldn’t last for more than a couple of hours; she had tits now, ample enough that Viktor could actually bury his muzzle in them and moan loudly enough because of it that she noticed his voice being muffled. She had a bubble butt, round and plump and plush, giving the now-smaller lizard something to sink his fingers into and beg for more. She had curves, actual curves to her, an hourglass figure that, for every moment Viktor spent worshipping it, only grew more exaggerated; after all, the point of the bodymodding chemicals was to give Aleksi the shape of her dreams, and as far as she cared, it wouldn’t be enough until she had a waspish waist with two blooming halves on top and below, a miniscule circumference ballooning into a wide set of hips and a pair of tits to die for… at least, to die for more, if that made any sense. Did that make any sense? Hard to tell, given how fuzzy her head was; not that Aleksi herself would know, seeing as the perceptual filter slapped onto her mind was so thick that she couldn’t see past it. Far as she was concerned, everything was going perfectly fine and according to whatever plan she used to have; funny how that worked, the idea that she could plan. Was there even a past version of herself that wasn’t fully committed to seeking dick, or was that just some random fantasy that passed through her head in the few times she wasn’t being fed cock in one way or another? Was she ever anything other than a mindless sex beast whose sole motivation was to get railed and beg for more? If that was the case, then Aleksi didn’t want to go back; why worry about the mundane problems of everyday life when she could be focusing on how big Viktor was, and how heavy his dick happened to be, or how enthusiastically he was already pistoning into her? Why care about anything other than the moment, than to live for it, every single second of every single day? It seemed like a waste of time to do literally anything else, especially when her body was so receptive to her plunging off the deep end: it felt like her tits never gave up swelling, that her ass never stopped growing, or her hips would ever dream of halting their incessant widening. Hers was an obscene frame, made more obvious when it began stretching out as well; from barely five-foot-five to reaching six feet, then carrying on towards seven as she seriously outgrew her little boytoy. Of course, he was still in full control in the bedroom; Aleksi had no intention of taking the steering wheel from him, not when he was just so good at finding her buttons and shamelessly slamming down on them again and again. It wasn’t exactly hard, given how her needs were so simple, but still, it was the thought that counted: in between his hands squeezing her cheeks to make them plump up, or his head firmly stuck in marshmallow heaven, only to have the fluffy pillows expand further, or even his occasional bouts of insanity where he traced the tip of his tongue along a set of widening curves, all of it served to turn her into something further resembling her dream form. Assuming, of course, she hadn’t already reached it; an unfortunate (or not) twist of fate, in that Aleksi, the “real” Aleksi, would’ve probably stopped at some point before she reached eight feet in height, being more than happy with the changes wrought to her. But the further she was changed, the more her mind was warped into one befitting the sort of brainless airhead she often fantasized about, the further her preferences were pushed further as well… thus, the more drastic the changes to her body and mind became, ensuring the lizardess would get stuck in a downward spiral that would only ever leave her bigger, more curvaceous, and simultaneously less and less aware of anything other than the fact that she was getting bigger and more curvaceous. Well, that, and the fact that Viktor’s dick was deliciously huge and felt right at home being smushed between her thighs, right before slamming into her and making her back arch upwards and her pleasure centers flare up. Hell, even her clothing seemed to have gotten the memo; nothing had technically changed about it, but given the difference in size between her old, hypothetical self and her newer, truer one, it wasn’t really surprising that what had once been a wide, almost baggy shirt, had turned into a form-fitting tube top revealing an almost scandalous amount of skin and scale. Similarly, while her jeans looked to be close to bursting (and had indeed ripped open in several spots), they still held on to her body, albeit more as a pair of shorts than anything else. Really, all that was left was a pair of fishnets to cap off the look… and, well, wasn’t that pill supposed to give Aleksi her dream bod? Aleksi herself certainly seemed to remember that was the case, so why shouldn’t it complement it with clothes that made the curves and aesthetic stand off even further? Did it make sense that something she took in pill form could give her extra clothing? Probably not, but the lizardess was in position to give the smallest of shits about it; she wanted the fishnets, she got the fishnets, for no other reason than because she really wanted them… and, to be frank, she knew how much Viktor loved those, which meant more horny lizard to come play with her, which meant more body for her to delight herself with. Eight feet tall not enough? How about nine? How about ten? How about she outgrew the bed itself, the frame creaking underneath the weight as her proportions, having reached the state she wanted them to be, were still magnified by virtue of Aleksi never bothering to stipulate when she wanted her overall size to stop going up. Indeed, it had never crossed her mind; so focused had she been on tits and ass that she never stopped to think about her body in general, and now that the bodymods were turning her into a giantess, Aleksi began wondering whether or not she actually wanted it to stop at all. It felt positively heavenly to outsize everything in her room, to know that her beloved Viktor’s attention was turning her into a colossal giantess, even if over time; it felt right, above all, that her boytoy’s utter adoration for her form would bring her not just to the shape she most desired, but would grant her endless size for as long as he could find the energy to keep worshipping her.
How lucky, then, that he’d taken those pills himself. It was going to be a long night...
