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Fantasy Made Real
🕑 Added 2021-05-02 18:43:10 +0000 UTCHey everyone!
New story here for you all! A commission I owed to Borusa that I finally had a chance to get too in between working on the game!
Borusa's always had some rather 'big' fantasies both about himself, and about his unnaturally large roommate. when he gets ahold of a real life growth ray he finally gets to indulge in those fantasies! Although they end up a bit more intense than he expected. Not that you can hear him complaining.
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Fantasy Made Real
By Dragonien
“Come on there’s no way it’s real.”
“I mean, what if it was though?”
“Then I’d gladly suck your dick for you to shoot me with it. But dude there’s no way it’s real.”
“What’s the matter? Scared you might end up looking down at me for once?”
“Only if you climb up on the roof.”
The heavyset duo of orange rex and red dragon argued like this for nearly an hour. Borusa had ordered a ‘growth ray’ off of eBay in the tiny hopes that it would be the real thing and Dragonien, as much as he would love for it to be real, was absolutely positive that Borusa had been scammed. Stuff like that didn’t just pop up on an auction site at random; if it even existed at all. But that didn’t stop Borusa from hoping.
“Won’t know till we try!” Borusa called out excitedly.
Before Dragonien could protest further the rex turned the device around so the barrel was pointed towards his chest and pulled the trigger. The moment he did a faint spray of green light burst from the end of the gun and shined across his chest. The light was barely visible in the otherwise bright living room. After a moment of fiddling with it, Borusa found a small dial on the side that looked to be an intensity setting of some kind and when he turned it up the light intensified visibly. Other than the emerald-colored lightshow, though, nothing seemed to be happening. That didn’t stop the rex from holding the trigger down for several seconds longer.
“… Do you feel anything?” Dragonien asked, not entirely keeping the hope out of his voice.
“Kinda tingles a bit, but other than that. No.” Borusa sighed in defeat. Releasing the trigger and tossing the chrome-colored device on the couch he continued. “I guess it was a hoax. Probably just some colored flashlight and one of those static generators to make it seem more real. You were right.”
Despite Dragonien’s vindication he wasn’t exactly happy it hadn’t been real. Borusa knew full well the dragon had rather… interesting tastes in his perverse fantasies. Particularly ones that made him see creatures like Godzilla as more attractive partners than the cute men and women on the beach that ‘only’ were between six and eight feet tall. Just couldn’t please a macrophile with anything less than double digit heights. Then again, if the device had been real and Dragonien had his way with it, Borusa was pretty sure that someone who’s height was triple digits would still be struggling to see past the dragon’s ankle. When it came to some things, Dragonien could be a bit… greedy. Must be a dragon thing.
Borusa wasn’t any better. While he was far too shy to openly admit his interests like Dragonien was, Borusa was into much the same thing as the dragon. He, too, fantasized about towering over skylines and being towered over like he were an ant. Part of why he had been so eager to buy the device under the guise of giving it to Dragonien if it was real.
“I mean. I dunno what you’d do with a real one anyway.” Borusa commented, trying to lighten the suddenly disappointing mood.” You already barely fit inside most buildings.”
“Yea the problem is that ‘barely fit’ part.” Dragonien retorted with a playful wink.
It was true Dragonien hardly needed the help. Borusa was pretty big by normal standards; a few inches over seven feet tall. His prodigious proportions leaving it not an uncommon occurrence for him to actually get wedged in doorframes and needing to force his way through only added to the sheer immensity that he projected. And yet Dragonien still made him feel small. While the dragon didn’t have the gut that hung down well past his mid-thigh and hips more than half as wide as he was tall, He had some meat on his bones as well. More visible muscle especially in the arms and chest accentuating the heavy ball-gut of fat and muscle that sagged down just a bit past his waistline. More ‘heavyset’ rather than outright pudgy like the rex was. Add that to the fact that he was just a couple inches shy of ten feet tall made him dominant any room he was in even with Borusa there as well.
And yet Borusa still fantasized about the dragon being even bigger; more so than doing the same for himself. He liked the idea of being big to give himself more confidence and feel powerful. But he liked the idea of Dragonien being bigger even more because the dragon knew how to show off and use his size and that just drove the rex nuts. If he’d been less shy, he’d have asked his roommate out by now. Instead, he simply sated himself with his collection of lurid art and stories on his computer and the perverse thoughts on his head.
The rex was pulled from his musings and, admittedly, increasingly perverse mental images by the dragon’s heavy hand landing on his shoulder.
“Don’t worry. I’ll buy you a stepladder for your birthday so you don’t have to look up quite as far at me.” The dragon teased with a grin.
Borusa glared up at the dragon; using the stern look to hide the blush that crept up his face. The mental image of how even standing on a stepladder Dragonien would still tower over him was more appealing than he expected. Rather than letting him fall down another mental slippery slope He pulled away from Dragonien’s hand and stepped towards the door.
“Ha Ha. Very funny.” He grumbled. “And maybe I’ll get you one of those flashing red lights so you don’t have to worry about planes flying into your head at night, King Kong.”
“Oh please.” Dragonien scoffed. Then, grinning toothily he leaned down to be eye level with Borusa. “King Kong’s got nothin on me. He’d be trying to climb my leg like the empire state building.”
That time Borusa wasn’t able to entirely hide the flustered look that came across his face. So, instead, he turned towards the front door and began slipping his sandals on. Grabbing his keys from the rack on the wall, he gave a pointed thump of the chunky log of flesh that was his tail and turned his nose up at Dragonien.
“If you’ll excuse me. Us people below the cloud-line have errands to run.”
Just as he was about to open the front door he paused, the rex suddenly looking abashed as he glanced over his shoulder.
“Uh… Its cool if I borrow the jeep, right?”
Laughing at the rex’s antics, Dragonien gave him a nod. More than that, though, he reached out just as the rex was squeezing through the front door and gave his ass a firm slap. The impact sent the rex stumbling forward more out of shock than the force of it; letting out a loud yelp of surprise as visible wobbling rolled through the meaty hindquarters straining the back of his jeans.
“Jerk!” he called back, flustered.
As he climbed into the oversized car, modified to handle larger people like him and Dragonien, he heard the dragon call out after him just as he began driving away.
“No thanks! I’ll wait till you get back to do it for me!”
Borusa pointedly did not respond as he sped down the road. Nor did he acknowledge the raging erection straining the front of his pants at the thought.
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