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A Lot of Questions (Random Writing for RuthRedmane)
🕑 Added 2021-02-10 14:47:12 +0000 UTCTAGS: Dragoness, Growth/Unaware Growth, Hyper, House-Filling, BE (again, both Bs)
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Stretching her back shouldn’t have made that noise.
Sure, her PJs had been feeling slightly tighter over the past few days, but she’d attributed that to them being, frankly, not really all that new; what the dragoness couldn’t have expected would have been for them to just tear open completely after she woke up one day, straightening her back out and immediately causing the top piece to rip down the middle and then up hanging from her arms once she looked down to see what made that sound. There were a lot of questions swimming around in her head after that, not the least of which was why her toes felt so cold when she made sure to tuck herself in extra hard the night before?
It was shaping up to be a very weird morning, especially after she got up and felt her blood rushing downwards, cursing herself for forgetting how large she was in her dazed state; Ruth was so confused about her pajamas being ruined that she didn’t even think to lower her head to go through the door, smacking the very top of it against the frame and drawing a few choice words out of her that left the dragoness very happy she lived alone. At the same time, a brand new thought arose among the maelstrom raging on inside of her: why did she bang her head against the doorframe?
Confused, the dragoness looked back at where she had just squeezed through, and took a few tentative steps forward to try and match herself to it. The door itself was supposed to be big enough to handle her, the whole building was designed around plus-sized individuals that needed something more than the average living space, lest they end up destroying large swathes of it without even noticing it; she’d used that door every day for the past several months without any kind of hassle, and yet somehow, that morning, she had banged her head against it. It was a mystery, for sure, especially once she tried moving under it and was left wondering why she instinctively lowered her head each time she did so, with the top of it grazing the wooden beam with each attempt. Had the house sunken into the ground or something?
That’d be fun; the last thing Ruth expected was for the entire apartment block to suddenly move downwards several inches, though given the kinds of folks that lived there, it wouldn’t be all that strange all things considered. She entertained herself with this notion for a few moments, just enough for her to completely forget about her worries and get on with her day; why concern herself with architectural woes when she had breakfast to make?
Unfortunately for the dragoness, simply making a toasted sandwich wouldn’t be enough to get her mind off of the strange happenings taking place around her, not when she pulled a chair to sit down at her almost comically-undersized dining table and felt it… going places. With a flinch and an accompanying blush, Ruth practically jumped to her feet in response, twirling around to face what was, unmistakably, the very same chair that she’d always been using ever since first moving in. It was the same shape, the same size (surely), the same everything… so why did she feel part of it start to sink into… well, a certain somewhere that it really shouldn’t, given she still had her underwear on. It left her so confused that the toaster dinging to let her know it was done made her jump and smack headfirst against the wall with a small yelp, which only worsened the feeling of embarrassment and contributed to her forgetting about what had just happened. This cycle repeated itself a couple of times before the dragoness let out a short grunt, crossed one of her pairs of arms, and used the other one to help regulate her breathing exercises, hoping to center herself somewhat before she started slinging ink around the whole place again.
Something was wrong, that much was certain, but what exactly that “thing” was still eluded her. The world couldn’t have shrunk, that just didn’t make sense, but it’s not like she’d suddenly grown bigger overnight, that was equally as ridiculous. Unfortunately, given the lack of any options (or at least any that her early morning mind could come up with), this left Ruth struggling to try and rationalize what was going on, before resolving to just ignore it completely and eat her sandwich standing up. No need for any stress when it was out of sight and mind, she could just enjoy some delicious toasted cheese and be done with it; onwards to her bedroom to get dressed properly, where she once again banged her head against the doorframe and let loose a renewed string of curse words.
The size disparity wouldn’t end at the kitchen, however; it was easy enough to ignore a magically shrinking doorframe and just chalk it up to her being a klutz, but take that and add to it a suddenly smaller chair and things began to line up in ways the dragoness didn’t quite like. It was made worse once she tried getting something on to given herself some support and found that putting the hook in its proper place was significantly harder than usual; it wasn’t as if she wasn’t accustomed to her bras being slightly less-than-easy to put on, but what she was going through at that time was so far out of the ordinary that, even with the help of all four arms, she had to give up and take a couple of seconds to find her balance after turning in her spot so much she might as well be a dog chasing her own tail. Why, the dragoness almost flopped onto her bed, and very nearly slammed against a wall in her frantic attempts at clipping that bloody hook into place, which did very little beyond get her even more dizzy than before and add to the growing list of questions she was being forced to ask herself about what in blazes was going on.
Already she heard the familiar voice of Tower trying to calm her down and steer her mind away from more dangerous fields, but Ruth was determined to get to the bottom of whatever was happening. There, right in front of her, was her bust, as it always had been: large, chest-obscuring, just big enough to jut out half a foot or so from the side of her ch-wait, no, that wasn’t right. She’d been big before, yes, but never to the point where anyone looking from behind her would be able to actually see; yet, when she looked further and tried to get a look at herself on the mirror in the wardrobe’s door, she could see her mounds perfectly well even when her back was turned, handily explaining why her bra had decided to give up the ghost that morning. There was no way this could possibly be explained that didn’t in some way involve accepting that she’d grown larger, but there was something about that realization that insulated itself from her conscious mind. It couldn’t be true, it shouldn’t be, so clearly this was all just in her head… somehow.
Then again, believing it wasn’t real didn’t just make it go away, especially when she still had to deal with bras that were now too undersized to really deal with what was going on with her chest. The dragoness still tried; bless her heart, she did her best to try and pretend like things were going the same way they usually did, but as time went on and every single piece she had either refused to budge or outright snapped once she applied enough force, there wasn’t a lot she could do. With her wardrobe devoid of anything usable, and the aching pressure on her chest mounting each time she tried to stuff those things into bras too small to hold them, Ruth felt the urge to scream growing inside of her, enough that she had to once again stop and try to recenter herself. She closed her eyes, hoping that breathing exercises would help to calm her down… when in reality, all they did was remind her of all the extra weight she had on her torso, which was definitely there, couldn’t be ignored, and had somehow gotten even more prominent now that she bothered to pay attention to it.
Then again, she didn’t want to pay attention to it, hence why Ruth didn’t look back at the mirror to notice how that half foot coming off of each side of her torso had turned into just over a full foot of backboob, nor did she notice how the bottom curve of her breasts had sunk dangerously close to her waist without those mounds really changing shape at all; all she cared for was getting out of the bedroom and into somewhere less stuffy, somewhere where she had room and could pace around trying to rationalize away whatever the hell was going on with her body. It was only after she tried leaving again that she was confronted with the next surprise on the list, because the door was suddenly too small… twice over.
It was a two-pronged assault, both on the sides and via the top. At around the same time that she smacked her forehead directly onto the doorframe, too out of it to notice how the damned thing was practically eye-level with her now, Ruth… got stuck. Even after she recovered from the blow and tried moving forward, the dragoness suddenly found herself unable to take another step, stuck in place with something, she didn’t know what, holding her back. It felt like a vice grip, two hardened hands holding onto her lower body in ways that she’d only ever experienced behind closed doors before, and given the current state of affairs, there was only one way this could possibly have happened. Once again, the dragoness refused to accept it, refused to look down and confirm what she already knew to be true, because as long as she could pretend that she hadn’t just gotten her ass stuck on a door, then it wasn’t real. Nevermind the fact that she couldn’t move, or that trying to do so only led to that grip growing stronger and her scales complaining about how much they were being made to chafe; nevermind the fact that it somehow felt good to rub up against the frame like that, her sensitivity somehow heightened beyond its natural state. No, it couldn’t be happening, therefore it wasn’t.
Amazingly, Ruth kept the charade up for a good thirty seconds before finally caving in and looking down at herself, sighing as she did so. A slight blush grew on her cheeks once she saw just how stuck she was, her soft cheeks overflowing from both sides of the bedroom door, inviting her to put her four hands to very good use on four very good spots. She even did so, for a few seconds, until her more rational side reminded her that she needed to get out of there before whatever was happening made it worse… which, of course, only played into it even more, given that the only way she could possibly free herself was by pushing her butt through the opening with the judicious application of elbow grease. It was here that she began noticing how soft her ass had become; not that it wasn’t pillowy before, but Ruth didn’t remember it being so pliable that she could literally sink her whole hand into it almost all the way up to the wrist, nor had her flesh been so supple and soft that it overflowed like dough between her grabby fingers. And yet, there it was, clear as day, making it surprisingly difficult for her to really focus on what she was supposed to be doing, constantly teasing her, begging her to forgo practicality and just… enjoy herself.
She couldn’t though… could she? It was always an option, but the dragoness knew better than to obey her own lustful desires whenever she was feeling frisky like that, because even in the best of times it usually led to enough ink damage to the house that she’d have to spend quite a long time cleaning up after herself, and while it was certainly stimulating to think about how potent the experience was, the last thing she needed on her mind at that point were even more concerns about how much she would be wrecking her home. After all, she was already big enough to get stuck in doors and start ripping the wooden frame from the wall thanks to all the wiggling, a realization that took her far too long to reach, long enough that by the time it was fully processed, she was already on the ground, her tits having spared her most of the fall, and her butt was feeling slightly sore from how much squeezing it had endured over the prior couple of minutes. It was only then that the lack of an impact really registered, with the dragoness yelping as she looked down to see a bust that was even larger than it had been back in her room, big and pillowy and soft and begging for her to sink her fingers into it, growing at a quick enough pace that she could actually see it now... if she bothered to keep looking for more than five seconds before closing her eyes to enjoy herself.
She tried standing up, scrambling to get back on her feet and succeeding only in smashing the top of her head clean through the ceiling; through, because whatever had granted her all this extra pudge had apparently given her even more strength than before, letting her punch open a large hole in the building’s frame without even feeling it whatsoever, only being slightly aware of something cracking followed by bits of plaster falling down on top of her. She was stuck in a bind, really; looking up would leave her in darkness and insulation, while looking down would leave her staring at a pair of breasts big enough to not only completely obscure everything beneath her, but large enough to constitute most of her field of view from where she was at, needing her to bend down and get out from the structural damage she’d done to her home… only to trip over herself and her brand new center of gravity, flip sideways and end up collapsing through the wall to the living room, landing flat on her back with her legs oddly up in the air thanks to the size boost to her rear.
Despite this, the last thing Ruth wanted to do was scream in frustration; she was far past that point, even though just moments prior the dragoness had been worrying herself with such paltry concerns as what would happen to her home if she allowed herself to indulge in some less-than-wholesome endeavours. It was hard to keep focused when one’s body decided that it was going to start growing in every direction whether or not one liked it, doubly so when it was doing it right in front of one’s eyes and in ways that made it almost impossible to resist the urge to put one’s hands to good use. And indeed, Ruth simply lacked the mental fortitude to ignore the allure of her own form swelling up in all the right ways right there at her fingertips, so much so that, before she even knew it, both of her hands were firmly sunk into her own bosom, feeling just how terribly heavy it was and how dense it had become, its supple flesh consuming all four of her paws to the point where they quite literally just vanished all the way up to their wrist, a fantasy brought to life in what Ruth could only presume was a dream.
Her neighbors would be getting an earful though; with her mind being assaulted by sensations unlike any that mortal minds were supposed to experience, it was hard for the dragoness to hold back what was going on inside of her: namely, the need to let the world know how much she was enjoying her sudden transformation, with a whole host of undignified sounds escaping from her throat at around the same time as her ink began to flow freely in one of the vanishingly few occasions where she simply lost control of it completely. There was no angst there, no anger or annoyance or despair, merely the complete lack of thought altogether; the dragoness’ brain was about as empty as it could possibly be of any complex thought process, making room for all the delicious, self-indulgent carnal pleasure that could possibly be crammed into it, tightly packed and ready to leave her a complete mess by the end of it all.
That is, assuming there even would be an end. As far as Ruth knew, she might very well just keep growing forever, her body packing on mass from seemingly nowhere as it took up increasing amounts of space inside of her living room, and soon enough the rest of her house; didn’t take too long before she felt her feet push up against and then through the wall into her kitchen, while her tail snaked its way back into her bedroom and coiled up inside of it, to say nothing of how she was being saved from being buried by her own tits purely by virtue of her back riding up the wall behind her, leaving her head dangerously close to the ceiling.
All of her was bloating, growing, swelling, filling every inch available to it regardless of how dangerous it might be. And while the dragoness might once have been worried about it, it was terribly difficult to bring herself to care anymore. After all, it was going to happen regardless, so why not enjoy it?
Why not ride the high?
